#and 2) get to come back to life like. a year or so after the game idk. whatever time period would allow them to participate in p4au's events

[starpeachjelly]

Kindred Spirits ₊˚⊹⋆

prologue part 2

prologue part 1

summary: Your worries about changing the story have started to fade. You've only interacted with her and Caleb so far. As long as you don't bump into anyone else you believe that everything will be alright.

warnings: accidental injury. stab wound. brief mention of blood.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and commented on part one! i'm so glad you're enjoying this story. the prologue will be split into three parts that focus on reader's childhood with some characters. the official chapters will take place when reader is an adult! but for now enjoy! constructive criticism is always appreciated too since im trying to work on my writing!!

When your family tells you that you're all headed to Josephine's for dinner you don't really think much of it. After all, your family has been invited over countless of times before due to your shared closeness with her. It should be just another regular shared super. But when you walk up to the house, your feet instinctively starting to drag on the pavement, an uneasy feeling washes over you. Nothing seems amiss as you're welcomed inside. The only noticeable difference is the couple who are sitting on the couch. There's a sense of familiarity in their features that you can't quite place your finger on. Josephine introduces them as friends of hers. And you can't help but wonder if they're from EVER. You barely have the time to get introduced to them before you're probed by your parents to go play with the others with an eagerness that reveals how impatient they are to start drinking.

Three pairs of eyes land on you the moment you step foot into her room. There, sitting on the floor is who you immediately recognize as a young Zayne. You suddenly understand why you felt so anxious when coming over, as well as where the familiarity of the couple (who you now know to be his parents) comes from. If you weren't so shocked you'd mentally slap yourself for not being more careful in keeping your distance. You knew Zayne would make her acquaintance at around this time in her life. You're a bit startled when she grabs your hand and sits you down between her and Zayne. His gaze is filled with such seriousness that you wonder if he knows that you don't belong in this moment. Instead, he greets you with a formality that catches you off guard. Even as a child he's stoic and pragmatic. It's impossible to stop an endeared smile from tugging at your lips. You tell him your own name. He only nods, not talking much after that as you all play whatever game she wishes.

Zayne remains silent throughout dinner. You're sitting next to him again, just as quiet as he is. Everyone else at the table is talking enough for the both of you. Your mom and Zayne's mom are chatting about what they do for work. Josephine is discussing with Zayne's dad about something you don't quite understand. And your own father is talking to Caleb and her about his adventures as a pilot, both of them listening intently with wide eyes.

In the corner of your vision you notice the carrots that remain on Zayne's plate. The orange sticks standing out on his otherwise empty dish.

"Can I have your carrots?" you ask, breaking the silence between you both, wanting to save him from being scolded for being a picky eater.

Hazel green eyes widen ever so slightly, a barely noticeable hint of surprise written on his face. He nods and turns his plate to give you easier access to the vegetables.

Silence quickly settles back between the two of you, but you catch him looking in your direction a few times throughout the rest of dinner.

Eventually the night comes to an end, and you pat yourself on the back for handling this unexpected surprise pretty well. For once you don't even feel anxious about impacting the story. A single chance encounter with twelve year old Zayne surely won't change anything.

Unfortunately for you, nothing is ever that simple. Zayne officially becomes part of your group a few days later. He doesn't talk much, and you don't either, wanting to let the three of them enjoy themselves together. However, whenever she notices you being quiet for too long she seems to go out of her way to make sure you're involved in conversation. She even goes as far as to brag about how smart you are to Zayne, telling him that you two should talk about "smart stuff" together. Which leaves you laughing awkwardly because you know that even with your past memories you're not nearly as smart as he is. But to your surprise he starts talking to you a little more often after that. You assume it's because he doesn't want to disappoint her. No one wants to be on the receiving end of her puppy eyes, they're lethal.

Time passes, the last couple months of school come to a finish. Summer break comes and goes. Your days are filled with you four hanging out nearly every day. Unfortunately your fun comes to a halt when the last week of summer rolls around. You know that things are going to change. Based on the events of the story, Zayne will soon lose control of his evol and hurt her. So you start to mentally prepare yourself for what's about to happen. In your mind you know they'll both be okay, but your heart aches knowing that they'll both end up hurt, and that you can't stop it. But that key moment doesn't happen. At least not in the way it's supposed to play out.

She's not even in the room when it happens, having gone to the kitchen to get more snacks. It's just you and Zayne, and a sudden chill that starts to creep across the room. You watch as his usual calm demeanour slowly shifts into one of panic as frost begins to spread across his hands and arms. Everything happens so quickly that you barely have time to process it. One moment you're watching with wide eyes as frost turns to crystals that are now inching up all the way to his neck, the next shards of ice burst and fly across the room. You try to shield yourself, but one manages to pierce into your abdomen. Maybe it's the shock, or the cold, but you don't really feel anything except for a numb tingle. Your eyes are glued to your wound, watching as red starts to dye the bluish ice. The sight should panic you, but for some strange reason you know you'll be okay. When you look back up, Zayne is staring at you in shock. His eyes filled with guilt and fear. You immediately reassure him.

"It's okay," you tell him with a calmness to your voice that surprises even you.

Josephine enters the room. She's quick to call the paramedics. A pair of footsteps can be heard coming back from the kitchen. You immediately ask Josephine to keep her away, not wanting her to witness what's happening.

Zayne is still looking at you with that same heart wrenching expression.

"It's okay," you assure him once again, "It was an accident."

You don't look away from each other. Even when the paramedics arrive. Even when they wheel you to the ambulance. Your eyes are on him until the very last moment.

Zayne is gone by the time you get out of the hospital. You've tried so hard not to impact the original story as best you can, only to end up taking her place in a key moment in their story. Unfortunately there's nothing you can do now since he left without so much as single word. You're left hoping that this hasn't changed too much of their future.

Luckily she remains unaware of what happened, having been told you were simply not feeling well. (Which technically isn't a lie since being stabbed doesn't feel good.) However, despite being oblivious to the incident, every time you two are together you notice that she looks at you with something akin to worry. Thankfully her concerned gazes stop after a few weeks, so do the mentions of Zayne.

Things go back to normal, as if the event never happened. All you're left with is a faint scar from where the icicle had stabbed you. You don't mind it. It's small, and always hidden under your shirt. But you can't help but trace over it whenever you get undressed. A chill runs down your spine every time you see it. A reminder that you're now written into a story that you shouldn't be a part of.

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[howitcouldgoes]

for all my ragatha haters out there

I am not one of them

I love Ragatha - in fact I'm a firm believer if you hate Ragatha.. you kind of have to hate Jax too. I can understand where potential confusion might come from since despite this episode focusing more on Ragatha's past compared to Jax's we do get to hear most of it through Jax's perspective. Which leads me to believe personally ep. 6 will be the opposite. Jax's backstory and how Ragatha will react to that information.

But still, Ragatha is one of the most human characters out of the whole cast(tied with Gangle) to me personally. She feels the need to be happy and positive NOT BECAUSE she's trying to manipulate anyone - but because she doesn't want anyone to focus on the negative and abstract. That's her method of keeping herself and everyone else sane. Almost blind encouragement and a positive attitude things will turn out okay - because what else is there?

She seems the closest to Kinger whose whole mentality is "The worst thing you could do in this world is make someone feels unloved or unwanted." and to hold onto memories and connections because they're all we have.

And then you have her mother - who is her only memory. She grew up with someone who made her feel like shit, unloved and unwanted - Ragatha confesses this when she literally says "And my mother... I doubt she misses me."

No Ragatha is not perfect, but she was forced to be in her childhood and early adult life.

I genuinely don't believe she's trying to manipulate anyone - and especially not intentionally.

Ragatha's positive attitude towards Pomni and her friendliness is because she sees herself in the jester - in Ep. 2 Ragatha confides in Kinger about this on the candy truck, seeing how horrible of a day Pomni had when she first got here and compared it to her negative reaction when she first arrived too. She's not trying to steal her from Jax or force her to be happy all the time - the only reason she retaliates with something like that is because she believes Jax is trying to turn Pomni bad - and the last thing she or anyone needs is a second Jax.

So her jealously in Ep. 5 when Jax is growing close to her - IN THE MATTER OF A FEW MINUTES BTW - when Ragatha has tried for four episodes now to befriend her is killing her.

Hence why she's so relatable. Ragatha's inability to get angry without consequences(most likely from her mother), raised to be happy and perfect, humbling herself quickly by calling herself just a farm girl - is why people now think she's tricking everyone - but that's just it. She is just a girl, and by the sound of her and how Ep. 5 ended - she grew up with absolutely no friends.

It brings us back to that question we all had at some point in our lives: "Why does no one like me?" "Why does no one want to be friends with me?" "Is it me?" "Am I the problem?"

Ragatha watches Pomni, the girl she wanted to befriend so badly not out of pity or a selfish desire but because she thought Pomni was lonely just like her - walk away with Jax. And then watches Zooble and Gangle walk off with Kinger mindlessly following because he doesn't care and we see her standing all alone.

And there she debates: Does she want to keep pestering Jax and Pomni? Like a bother? Like she finds him annoying but here she is anyway chasing after him..

or does she follow the trio that didn't even realize she got left behind?

I love this little Raggedy Anne look-alike because I see so much of myself in her. She just wants to be good and yet that overly positive attitude and friendliest over the years is growing tired and annoying and the only person willing to tell her that isn't even Jax. Not directly anyway. With no one to tell her what to do - how to improve - what can be done differently - Ragatha can only keep asking herself those same questions and keep trying with the same approach.

Jax may be my favorite character - but I just don't agree with his view on Ragatha. I think she's a delight.

But if you deadass just hate Ragatha because she's annoying to you, or boring, then okay idc disregard the above-

btw i know ive been spamming so much tadc this might be my last post temporarily but i wanna make a few things clear for ppl who shockingly hate my girl

[starlightshadowsworld]

One of the biggest misconceptions I feel people have about Kunikida is that they think he doesn’t care about the people around him.

This sentiment that at best he tolerates Dazai’s antics and at worst he despises him. That he’s this angry and cold person who finds everyone around him a nuisance.

And it blows my mind because if anything Kunikida cares too much. Hell I’d go so far to say that’s what defines his character more then anything else.

Kunikida who comforts scared children with bombs strapped to them. Kunikida who is haunted by Sasaki’s death 2 years after the fact because he blames himself for not being able to save her.

Kunikida who tried to mentor Rokuzo, to give him a role model and a job. He was never going to give that blackmail to the police because he’d never hurt him.

Kunikida who had Kyouka’s phone alert him whenever someone else tries to ring it so that he could come to her aid.

Kunikida who was gonna let himself rot in prison for a crime he didn’t commit because he blamed himself for not being able to save that girl.

Kunikida who regularly cleans Katai’s house when he himself can’t do it. He drove for hours one day because Katai wanted to visit the sea. And got him to join the Agency because it would be good for him.

This is the same guy who has been so ready to throw his life away to save his friends and even strangers.

Kunikida who defies anyone who dares stand in the way of him protecting others. Even when guns are drawn, even when it would make more sense to back down he refuses too.

To his own detriment.

He was stabbed by Amenogozen and held onto that blade as long as he could so that Atsushi could get to Junichiro.

As for Dazai…Kunikida canonically calls Dazai twice a day to check up on him.

The Agency (55 minutes) has a protocol for when Dazai is fatally wounded. And Kunikida has ensured that everyone knows it, inside and out.

Kunikida knew Dazai was in the river in the first episode because (Dazai’s entrance exam) he put a tracker on him so that he can go fish him out of trouble.

He bought 30 bowls of tea on rice for Atsushi and then gathered the rest of the Agency on a moments notice all because Dazai wrote him a vague note.

For crying out loud the entire reason Dazai’s in the Agency to begin with is because Kunikida trusts him.

Like I can understand where the “oh Kunikida’s a perfect little rule follower” allegations come from. I don’t agree with them and neither does the series but I get where they come from.

But I don’t know where this came from.

Kunikida doesn’t care…Kunikida doesn’t even live for himself. He says multiple times that his ideals can live on without him. And in those moments he’s choosing to save the Agency over himself.

And the Agency are his ideals, they are the people he dedicates his life to. He is one of the most selfless characters in this entire series.

To the point that Kunikida chose protecting the city over trying to kill Mori. Because that’s what the Agejcy stands for, that’s what Fukuzawa would want and that triumphs anything else.

I won’t even accept the oh it’s because Kunikida’s angry and annoyed all the time because so is Chuuya. And I have yet to see anyone think that he doesn’t care for other people.

Kunikida throws Dazai around and suddenly he despises him and we can’t imagine they care about each other. But Akutagawa can hack off Atsushi’s legs off so often that even Atsushi isn’t phased by it and no yeah no debate whether they care about each other.

“Kunikida you are the strongest and most virtuous of us in the Agency. It’s why the enemy tried to break you first.” -Ranpo to Kunikida in the cannibalism arc.

“He’s the perfect flag bearer for us, unwavering, unyielding and compassionate towards the weak. A man born to be a leader, yup who else could it be but our very own Kunikida.” -Dazai in the OVA

And even Beast Kunikida hugs Beast Akutagawa and says tells him that he’s not evil and a part of the Agency so it’s a constant in every universe.

When the world is so jaded and cruel Kunikida defies it by being kind.

[artisiumstudios]

I need angst, I need 19 year old Stan and ford timestuck au where they meets their mid 20year old counterparts (a bit before the betrayal and ford hits rock bottom).

Now I have so many ways this could work:

1) Stan and ford (teens) end up getting stuck together and get stuck with Stanford, which leads to both fords having a lot of emotions. Stan looks sick, his baby fat is not quite gone but compared to ford it’s like he’s aged years despite him being 19 and the same age as his twin who still looks full of life. He sees Stan and ford as a child and the guilt that he tried to hide behind anger and betrayal is starting to peak out once more. His twins younger self is covered in new scars and his compared to the loud mouthed brother who always spoke his mind at any given time without any thought of consequences is now eerily quiet, always hanging in the background, trying to make himself small, trying to disappear.

Paranoia oozes out of Stan with every twitch and flinch at the slightest sound, and while not super obvious, he can tell that while ford has gained an inch or so, his body still maturing into one of an adult, Stan — well he isn’t. And while he is hunching Stanford knows that one inch difference should have never happened. Ford is almost the same noticing as much as Stanford except that that guilt comes crashing harder because that’s HIS twin brother looking absolutely miserable, exhaustion etched onto his skin. And the worst part for ford is that Stanley keeps avoiding him (well he avoids both fords but Stan and him are in the same situation so why can’t Stanley just stop his avoidance for one second? Be mature about this! Let ford make sure he’s okay-).

And meanwhile Stan feels super happy that Stanford got himself a good place and that even thought Stanley ruined his life he still made something of himself! Even if it was without him. Because pa was right, everyone was and Stan was only holding ford back

And also for a little curveball Stan thinks his older counterpart is dead. He’s 19 barely scrapping by, he lives in his car, gangs are coming after him, and Stanford hasn’t mentioned anything about his Stanley, and when asked where his Stanley was he had this far away look as he shamefully said I don’t know. That was enough confirmation for him to know that he wouldn’t make past 30.

(He does indeed freak out when Stanley shows up still alive and looking worse for wear)

2)The Classic Stanford gets Stan and Stanley get ford. Except ford is there for the aftermath of either the Tijuana incident, the trunk incident, or the kidney incident. Either or but basically he saved Stanley and comes to the realization that his own twin’s future could be like this. That he could lose or have lost Stan without knowing. The fact that HE saved this Stanley and that if not for him this ford would have lost his brother and possibly have never of known. It sickens him and he makes it his personal mission to get home, rebuild his relationship with Stan if possible, and save his brother no matter what.

Stanley meanwhile is trying to fix his “mistake” (ford shouldn’t have seen that, he should have never known-) and is pampering the shit out of ford, stealing whatever he can for his little brother (?) , which caused more tensions because Stanley is the one hurt not ford! He needs to rest not be trying to shoplift his favorite snacks, books, etc!!!

On the other end of things Stanford still had the same realization from the first idea (minus the height thing but he does take into account that Stan is severely malnourished) and does try to pamper and connect with him. Does it backfire on him? Yes. Does Stan feel like he doesn’t deserve it? Yes. Does Stan lash out because clearly ford is doing it out of guilt? Yes. Is there drama where Stan ends up running away because ford reveals that the dream of sailing was never going to happen, especially not with Stan suffocating him!

(Some dialogue I thought for it.

“Stan, that’s not what I meant to say-“

“You think I’m suffocating?”

“No- well, yes I did but that doesn’t-“

“Is that why- that’s why you wanted to leave me. I’m suffocating, a burden-“

“Stan you’re not a burde-“

“YES I AM- IM THE EXTRA STAN, THE DUMB STAN, THE STAN THAT NOBODY WANTS-“

“STAN YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND-“

“Oh i understand, i might be stupid but i understand this, you don’t want me, nobody does. All my life I’ve been nothing but a burden to you, all I’ve ever done is ride on your coattails. It’s just like Pa said. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Stan what are you-“

*restraints Stanford in some way idk *

“You don’t have to help me anymore, it’s not like I’m worth much”

*runs away* )

3) Stanley and Stanford are the ones to get stranded in time thanks to Stanford doing some magical stuff that had the twins connected and sent to the past. Idk too much about this one but it could be fun. Especially if Stanford accidentally gets drunk trying to help Stan and reveals stuff about bill only for Stan to clock his shit and be like “yeah no you’re getting scammed bro. Played like a cheap kazoo”

Meanwhile Stanley is idk doing drag, perhaps going through withdrawal symptoms from lack of “flour”. Maybe some mental issues? Who knows, ford sure doesn’t!

[redemptive-truth]

A Time to Pretend | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Four years ago, she survived the impossible—going toe-to-toe with the Winter Soldier and living to tell the tale. Now, Bucky Barnes is on her balcony, broken and bleeding. And her? She’s always had a soft spot for lost causes with blood on their hands.

MCU Timeline Placement: Post-CATWS

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

AO3 Link

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 5.2K

Author's Note: Thank you for all the positive feedback on the first part! I pay attention to all the likes, reblogs...it is so awesome to see people like my writing. I am beyond grateful.

This chapter takes place directly after the events of CATWS, four years after the first part. We'll get more of Bucky in this one, and every part from here on out.

New parts will be posted every Monday.

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Part 2: April 2014, Washington D.C.

She had never planned on joining S.H.I.E.L.D. After her father’s death, her life had a singular trajectory—follow in his footsteps. She aced high school, dominated a few sports, and went straight to West Point. One tour in Afghanistan later, with a Medal of Valor pinned to her chest for single-handedly extracting a group of hostages from a compromised safe house (her left shoulder still aches every damn day where she took a bullet) she realized the war she was fighting no longer felt worth dying for. She wanted to protect her country, but she wanted to do it a different way.

Maria was the first to bring up S.H.I.E.L.D., though she didn’t pull strings to get her in. She had turned her down the first time she offered—too little was known about the organization, and she wasn’t fully convinced of its intentions, especially after the mess in New Mexico that had been plastered in the news for weeks.

What finally made her cave wasn’t some flashy recruitment pitch or secret clearance offer—it was a funeral.

A friend from her unit. Honorable discharge. Bronze Star. He’d come home and tried to make a real difference, running for Congress on a platform of veteran support and foreign policy reform. He’d been outspoken, too outspoken. Three weeks into his campaign, he was gunned down in broad daylight outside a community center in Virginia. The news called it a random act of violence. She didn’t believe in random after her father’s death — not anymore.

She stood at the back of the funeral, sunglasses on, fists clenched in her pockets. Another folded flag. Another family gutted. And for what? For trying to fix things the right way?

That’s when it hit her — that she wasn’t doing enough. Not really. The fight wasn’t just overseas. It was here, hidden, festering in shadows.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had secrets. She still didn’t trust half of them. But it was boots on the ground, eyes in the dark, cutting off threats before they spilled out into the world. It wasn’t just about stopping wars to them. It was about stopping every threat in all shapes and sizes.

She called Maria that night and within a month, she was off the books, in black – learning how to disappear.

And then, four years into her time at S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain America blew the lid off everything.

HYDRA had been rotting the agency from the inside out. Fury “died,” the Triskelion fell, and S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed almost overnight.

It was a shock—of course it was. But the real blow came when national broadcasts showed Captain America fighting the same Winter Soldier she remembered from Inessa. She had frozen in her apartment, mouth half open, heart clenching as the masked figure moved with clinical precision on every screen in the country.

It was him. There was no doubt in her mind.

And yet…

What haunted her most wasn’t the experience itself. It was the fact that he had chosen to let her live.

No one ever understood it. When S.H.I.E.L.D. agents tracked her distress beacon and found her unconscious in a dark alley near the Inessa hotel, her body broken and battered, the Soldier was gone. There were no bodies left behind. No witnesses. Just her, injured but alive.

She should’ve been dead. Everyone knew it. The Winter Soldier had left her alive, when he was known for his murderous efficiency. Fury had grilled her about it for weeks, but she had no answers to give him. She had no idea why herself, and no way of knowing. She had no ties to the Soldier, no idea who he even was. Why he left her alive was a mystery.

But what could they do? Especially now, with S.H.I.E.L.D. gone? The only path left was forward. Rebuilding, however fragmented. Hill took a job with Tony Stark—much to her irritation (he was still a narcissistic playboy, after all). Fury disappeared underground, waging a silent war against the remnants of HYDRA. The Avengers stayed loud, in the spotlight, fighting gods and monsters in broad daylight.

And her?

She was left behind. A West Point graduate with a Medal of Valor hanging on the wall because it’s what her father would’ve wanted. On a Friday night, she found herself applying for jobs online with a half-drunk Corona to her right and cold takeout to her left—wondering how a decorated soldier and trained operative ended up questioning how some of these jobs even existed.

She shook her head begrudgingly, squinting at the bright screen in front of her with the neck of her beer in hand. “I should’ve listened to Maria and gone to work for Stark,” she muttered, taking another swig.

She’d met Stark once—at some glitzy gala the city threw after the Avengers saved New York. She’d met all of them, technically. She’d worked a few ops with Romanoff and Barton—didn’t know either very well, but they had her respect. Banner was awkward but polite. Thor had kissed her hand like she was some noblewoman in a medieval court. And Rogers? Exactly what she expected: gentlemanly, a bit uptight, but kind through and through.

Stark, on the other hand, wasted no time flipping between complimenting her looks and questioning whether it was her “pretty face and famous last name” that had fast-tracked her through S.H.I.E.L.D.’s ranks. She’d smiled—tight and polite for the cameras—let out a practiced fake laugh, and then elbowed him squarely in the ribs as discreetly as she could on her way past.

When Maria had called, She had respectfully, but sternly proclaimed that no, she would not work for that egotistical asshole, regardless of how much money he could offer her. And he did offer a lot – apparently, according to Maria, her little stunt at the gala was right up his alley. Which left her applying for desk-jobs in the DHS with a resume she had literally just crafted up two weeks ago.

Another long swig of the Corona. Another deep sigh of self-loathing.

The news flickered across the TV screen, volume muted. She liked to stay informed—but she couldn’t stand to hear it. The same loop played again: Natasha Romanoff sitting before the Senate, speaking calmly about the Triskelion and the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Not that she needed to justify much—Steve Rogers had already won the court of public opinion. He could do no wrong in their eyes. And even she had to admit, if anyone was built for the moral high ground, it was Captain America.

Maria had filled her in on the details that didn’t make it to the public, how Rogers and his team had stopped Project Insight just before launch. The most shocking part hadn’t been the corruption or the surveillance state nearly unleashed, it was the Winter Soldier. Or rather, who he used to be.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. KIA during World War II. A Howling Commando. Steve Rogers’s best friend.

Apparently, HYDRA had captured him after his fall, injected him with a version of the same serum Steve had, and then spent decades turning him into a ghost story—an assassin they could freeze and unfreeze like a weapon on ice. The reports said he had no memory of his past. But then he’d pulled Steve out of the river, saving his life, and vanished without a trace.

She had only seen him once, back in Inessa. The whole interaction lasted maybe a few minutes, max. But he hadn’t killed her. He’d said something to her—remembered something, maybe. That had to mean something.

Or maybe she was just hopelessly optimistic for no damn reason.

She hummed low in her throat, draining the last of the bottle before pushing herself off the couch. No way she was getting through this miserable experience on a Friday night sober. She made her way toward the fridge, already reaching for the next beer.

And then froze when a sudden crash rang out from her balcony. The back door rattled violently in its frame, blinds shivering with the force.

Her heart stopped, then dropped to her feet.

Instinct overrode everything else. She pivoted on the spot, yanked open the nearest kitchen drawer, and pulled out one of her handguns. Safety off instantly, her grip firm on the weapon.

It was too dark to see anything beyond the drawn curtains. But she could hear it—soft, uncoordinated shuffling on the other side of the glass.

She crept closer to the balcony door — her bare feet quiet on her hardwood floor — gun raised and steady. Every step pressed her heartbeat higher into her throat.

She stopped just short of the door, breath caught, gun trained on the center pane of glass. Another beat passed. Nothing.

Silence. Just the faint thrum of D.C. traffic outside and the sharp rhythm of her own breathing.

Then - movement.

A shadow staggered into view. Not creeping. Not poised to strike. Just… collapsing.

Her instincts screamed trap, but in her gut, something deeper, said no. She had seen men collapse like that in the field before. You could tell when it was genuine after you had seen it dozens of times.

With one sharp exhale, gun ready, she reached out and unlocked the door. It slid open with a low groan, the brisk evening air rushing in, carrying with it the iron-sharp scent of blood.

And then she saw him.

The Winter Soldier.

Except… not.

He was slumped against the balcony railing, swaying like a man trying not to pass out. He looked more ghost than man - his clothes carrying dark stains of blood, his face drawn and pale. Dark, long hair was soaked in sweat, clinging to his forehead and cheeks. His jacket was torn open, revealing deep wounds, some clotted over already, some still fresh.

But it was him. The same man who had nearly killed her in a freezing back alley in Inessa. The one she’d locked eyes with for one breathless minute before he’d vanished into the snow.

Now, he was looking at her again—but this time there was true recognition. His eyes were still the same bright blue, but…they were clear. No haze, no lack of emotion. Just desperation and pain.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came. He swayed uneasily, his knees buckling.

She cursed under her breath, moving on instinct, catching as much of his weight as she could. Still, the bulk of him made her stumble backwards awkwardly. “Goddammit—what the hell?”

She eased him to the floor, heart hammering. Up close, he was worse than she’d realized—ashen skin soaked in sweat, wounds everywhere. Knife slashes. What looked like a bullet hole low on his left side. He clutched at it with his metal hand like something was broken underneath. Probably a rib. Maybe more.

“I don’t know why you’re here,” she muttered, hoping the utter panic wasn’t leaking out into her voice too openly. The last thing she needed was to look weak. “But if you die on my balcony, I’m gonna be so pissed.”

He blinked once, lips moving, but she couldn’t make out the words. Something in Russian?

Then he slumped forward, unconscious.

And there she was, standing over the infamous Winter Soldier, sprawled on her balcony. Bleeding, no weapons in sight. Vulnearable

Her gun felt like it was burning in her hand.

She froze.

One shot. That’s all it would take. He’d never even feel it. End of his story. She could finally do what no one else had. No grand fight, just a well-placed bullet. No one to tell her she was wrong.

How many people had he killed? How many lives ended under that metal hand?

But…under HYDRA’s command.

She inhaled sharply, screwed her eyes shut. “Fuck,” she hissed to herself, raking a trembling hand through her hair.

This was what she was supposed to do. What she should have done back in Inessa, before the op went sideways and he disappeared like a ghost. She’d lived with that regret for years.

So why was she hesitating?

She raised the gun. Lined it up with his temple. Finger hovered on the trigger.

Silence…except for the faint hum of cars below. The TV still flickered in the background, the wind pushing through the half-open door.

Her hand shook.

Slowly, she lowered the weapon with a soft curse.

And, because she was apparently the world’s biggest idiot, she holstered the gun, got a better grip under his arms, and dragged one of the most dangerous assassins into her living room.

She dragged him in with more effort than she would have liked to admit, the soles of his boots leaving dirty streaks on her floor. Once inside, she eased him down onto the couch with a grunt, wincing as his head lolled to the side. Still out cold.

She stood over him for a beat, panting, trying to process what the hell had just happened. She should call someone. Maria, maybe. Captain America? No, not them. Not yet. Not until she figured out what the hell was going on.

Instead, she moved on autopilot, darting to the kitchen for the first aid kit, her hands still shaking as she popped the lid open and gathered everything she needed: gauze, antiseptic, bandages, scissors. She’d bandaged up enough wounds in warzones – she could manage well enough here.

Back at the couch, she knelt beside him and hesitated, really looking at him for the first time. The last time she’d seen him was through the haze of the night in Inessa. He’d been a weapon in black, fast and merciless, eyes like frostbite. Now, he was barely breathing. Pale, battered. Utterly human.

She set the supplies beside her and reached for the hem of his black tactical shirt after she removed his jacket, soaked through with blood.

“Sorry about this,” she muttered, mostly to herself, and carefully peeled it upward.

The fabric clung to the bloody wound on his side. She winced as it finally came free, revealing angry bruising, deep lacerations, and the bullet wound—a clean entry, but bleeding sluggishly. The damage spread across his ribs, one of which was visibly swelling. She’d seen worse in the field, but not often.

And then there was the arm.

She’d seen glimpses of it before, back in that chaos, but now it was inches from her face. Stark, silver steel, fluid and brutal in design—jagged plates and seamless joints that hummed with cold power even when at rest. The red star on the shoulder was scratched up, faded. She noted the red, raised flesh where his flesh met the metal, and old scratch marks - now white, raised scars. Almost like claw marks.

It was strangely beautiful, in a terrifying kind of way.

She ran a hand down her face and got to work. First, she cleaned the cuts—quick but careful. Then came careful dabs of the antiseptic, which he didn’t flinch at, confirming he was still fully out. The smell hit her immediately—sharp, biting. She began to clean the area of the bullet wound, doing her best to slow the bleeding.

Her hands paused at his ribs. No way to splint them properly without dragging him to a hospital. She muttered a quiet apology and taped a compression band around his chest anyway, just to minimize movement.

The whole time, she kept her thoughts at bay. Kept things clinical. He’s not a person, not yet, she told herself. He’s an asset on her couch, and she’s doing triage. That’s all this is. But when she was done, when she finally leaned back on her heels and looked at him—bare chest rising shallowly, blood wiped clean, arm catching the low light with an eerie gleam—she felt something sour stir in her gut.

Because he didn’t look like a monster anymore. He looked like a man.

And she had no goddamn clue what she was going to do when he woke up. What he would do. Did she just bandage him up before he was sent to kill her?

“God, this is such a bad fucking idea…” she muttered, eyeing the bandages she’d just finished wrapping. Her hands hovered above his chest, unsure whether to keep going or walk away entirely.

He was a super soldier, right? That’s what the S.H.I.E.L.D. reports she’d skimmed last week said. If he was anything like Rogers, he’d heal fast—maybe not instantly, but fast enough to survive without her playing field medic.

Her gaze dropped to the bullet wound, flesh torn, blood still seeping sluggishly around the edges. It wasn’t clean by any means. And the bullet was still in there.

She exhaled sharply through her nose, muttering. “What am I supposed to do? Just leave it and let you dig it out with your fingers when you wake up?”

He didn’t respond, of course, he was still unconscious. And she was the only one here to deal with the situation at hand.

She took a breath, steadying her hands as she twisted the cap off the antiseptic bottle again. She glanced once more at his face. Still seemingly out cold. Brow furrowed, jaw slack, lips slightly parted as he breathed slowly. If he didn’t wake up for this, she wasn’t sure if it meant he was just that strong or circling the drain.

“Sorry in advance,” she muttered.

She poured the disinfectant over the bullet wound.

The reaction was immediate.

His eyes flew open, and his body jerked violently beneath her hands. A sharp, strangled noise tore from his throat as his left arm—his metal arm—shot out in reflex, grabbing her wrist with a strength that stopped her cold.

“Shit—hey! Easy!” she gasped, yanking back instinctively. There was no escaping that grip, though. She barely moved. His eyes were wild, unfocused, chest heaving. His gaze darted around frantically, like a trapped animal in a cage.

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” she said quickly, her voice low but steady. “It’s just you and me here, nobody else. Look at me.”

For a moment, he didn’t. His grip stayed firm, the cold metal biting into her skin. She suppressed a flinch, holding herself still.

Then his eyes met hers. Recognition sparked—faint, fleeting. A flicker of something quieter. His grip slacked, hand dropping.

She stepped back half a pace, her heart pounding. “You with me?”

He swallowed, voice rough. “Where…?”

“D.C. My apartment. You showed up bleeding out on my balcony,” she studied his face uneasily. “Ring any bells?”

Barnes grunted and turned his head, jaw tight. She waited—just one word, a thread of explanation—but none came. His silence was louder than anything he could have said, his face closed off, eyes fixed hard on the floor. Every line of his body screamed shutdown.

Still, he hadn’t killed her. And wasn’t actively trying to right now. That counted for something. She’d only seen him once before but even now he seemed different. Not softer, exactly, but… more human. There was emotion in his posture, tension in his face. And his eyes—clear, alert. Not the void she remembered. He was still wound tight, but he didn’t look like a machine anymore.

He had saved Steve’s life though, after the helicarriers collapsed. The Winter Soldier wouldn’t do that.

She leaned in slowly, pausing just long enough to gauge his reaction in case the closeness set him off. Aside from a twitch in his flesh fingers, he didn’t move. She held back a sigh of relief.

“I’ve done what I can so far,” she said softly. “But there’s still a bullet I need to remove. Will you let me do that?”

His blue eyes snapped up, surprise flickering across his face, like he couldn’t believe she was asking. Like the idea of being given a choice was foreign. She supposed it was. He glanced down at the wound, then at her hands, and gave a small, quick nod before ducking his head again, hiding behind his hair.

She nodded once, keeping her movements slow as she reached for the supplies she’d set out beside him. Nothing too sudden. Nothing that might set him off, especially given how wired he seemed—like a cornered animal waiting for the next blow. Basic medical gear. Probably not nearly enough for anyone else, but he wasn’t exactly a normal human.

“I’ve got ketamine,” she said quietly, holding up the small vial and syringe with care. “Not much, but it’ll dull the worst of it. Help you get through this.”

His whole body stiffened.

“No,” he said instantly, voice low and clipped. “No needles.”

She hesitated. “You’ve been shot – “

“No,” he repeated, shaking his head, eyes hard. “No injections. Not again.”

The air in the room shifted, he didn’t have to explain. She understood indirectly – a fear from his past with HYDRA, no doubt. Her throat tightened with guilt, but she gave a soft nod and lowered the syringe, setting it aside without protest.

“Okay,” she murmured. “No needles.”

He exhaled sharply, his shoulders still coiled with tension, but he relaxed just a fraction.

“I’ll do my best to be quick,” she added, picking up the tweezers. She glanced at him. “But this is going to hurt.”

“I’ve had worse,” he rasped.

She didn’t doubt it.

Working quickly but with care, she began to extract the bullet. His breathing stayed steady, but she could feel the tension radiating off of him, like he was just barely holding himself in place. She kept her voice low, talking steadily to try to distract him. And maybe get some answers.

“Why are you here, Barnes? How did you even know where I live?”

His jaw clenched again, but he didn’t answer right away. She caught the way his left hand gripped the edge of the couch, metal fingers digging into the cushion.

A beat passed.

“Didn’t know where else to go. Found your address in an old HYDRA file.” he said finally, voice almost too quiet to hear.

She glanced up at him, eyes narrowing just slightly. The fact that HYDRA knew where she lived definitely gave her a twinge of internal panic, but it wasn’t like that wasn’t public information someone could just find online if they looked hard enough. “So you came here?” “I…I remembered you,” he muttered, like it was the only explanation he owed her. He looked nervous, blinking a little faster and refusing to make eye contact. “From…before. Seemed…right.”

She assumed he meant Inessa. Odd choice—but maybe his instincts had been right, considering she was elbow-deep in his blood right now. She snorted as she pulled the bullet free from his flesh, letting it drop onto a paper plate. “Lucky me. I must’ve really screamed ‘natural-born healer’ while you were beating the hell out of me.”

He didn’t respond.

She pressed a clean cloth to the wound and reached for an antiseptic. “Well,” she murmured, as she dabbed it into his wound, “next time you decide to bleed out on someone’s balcony, maybe call ahead.”

Still nothing.

“Okay,” she said quietly, more to fill the silence than anything. “Tough crowd, huh? I’m going to stitch you up now.”

He gave a barely perceptible nod. His eyes stayed fixed on some far-off point beyond the wall, his whole body still drawn tight, like even this simple act of care was a battle he wasn’t used to fighting.

She pierced the skin with the first stitch. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

“You could’ve disappeared somewhere,” she murmured, tying off the thread. “But you didn’t. You’re still here.”

No response. From her position, she couldn’t see his face through his curtain of dark hair. Just the edge of his jaw - clenched and tense.

She made the next stitch, quick and clean. “You didn’t go to Steve either.”

That got something. His mouth tightened.

She kept her gaze on the wound, continuing to press out of genuine curiosity. “Why not?”

He was quiet for so long she thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, he spoke, voice low and strained: “Didn’t want him to make me stay after what I did.”

“But you do remember him,” another stitch, another beat of silence from the former assassin.

He didn’t answer. Just swallowed.

She didn’t push—just finished the last stitch and gently wiped away the blood. After securing the gauze with a bandage, she finally sat back, eyes flicking up to his face. He looked away, teeth still clenched, like the words were still crawling under his skin. Like being here, being helped was almost worse than bleeding out alone. He had to be pretty desperate if he was coming here to a woman he had no attachment to. But then, when you were a recently brainwashed hundred year old, super soldier assassin, your inner circle had to be pretty nonexistent.

She still was confused why he ended up here, but judging by his lack of chattiness, she doubted she would get more than a two word answer.

She stood slowly, wiping her hands on a towel, then tossed it into the bloodied bowl beside the couch. For a long moment, she just looked at him — this man who had once been nothing more than an intimidating name in a file, a monster in the shadows. Now, he was bleeding on her couch and trying his best not to fall apart.

“I’m going to tell Steve you’re here,” she said finally, calm but firm.

His head snapped up. “Don’t.”

She blinked, surprised. “He’s your friend. He’s been looking for you — he never stopped. Even I know how much he cares about you and I barely know the guy.”

“I said don’t.” There was steel in his voice now, raw and sudden. He pushed forward, trying to stand.

“Hey—no, no, stop,” she said quickly, reaching out to steady him. He swatted her hand away but the movement cost him. He staggered backwards, legs buckling as pain seized through him.

“Damn it,” she muttered, catching him for the second time that night before he could completely collapse. “You’re still losing blood. You’re in no condition to go anywhere.”

“I can’t stay,” he gritted out, trying to shake her off.

“You have to,” she snapped, forcing him back down with more strength than she looked like she had. “God, you’re fucking stubborn. If you leave like this, you’ll bleed out in the street, and I’m not dragging your ass back inside a second time after all this work.”

He collapsed back onto the couch, breath ragged, the fight draining out of him.

She had to get him to stay.

Sure, the guy’s kill count probably broke records, but the man in front of her wasn’t him. She kept telling herself that. This man was a victim, really. It had been hard to justify at first, and yeah, she was still very much on edge, but the humanity of it all ran deeper than fear or instinct.

He needed help. That much was obvious. And if he wasn’t going to get it from Steve—or from S.H.I.E.L.D.—then she owed it to the barest thread of morality to help him herself. For as long as he’d let her. Plus, he was a huge threat. Or used to be, she still wasn’t sure. Someone had to keep an eye on him if all this was a farce.

She crouched in front of him, lowering her voice again. “I won’t tell Steve. Or anyone else. Not if you stay. Just until morning. That’s all I’m asking.”

His eyes met hers, staring at her intently, suspiciously. But something was cracked and tired underneath it all.

Finally, he gave a slow, reluctant nod.

“Okay,” she said softly, affirming it out loud. “Just ‘til morning.”

He leaned back, closing his eyes, shoulders slumping as the tension in him finally gave way — if only just slightly.

She sank into the chair across from him, watching his chest rise and fall. Another question that she had yet to ask was burning in her mind.

“How did you get hurt?” she asked quietly.

His eyes flicked to hers, wary. He didn’t answer right away.

She hesitated, then added, “Did you kill someone?”

That hit a nerve.

His jaw locked, the muscle twitching just beneath the surface. “Is that what you think I do now?” His voice was low, sharp around the edges.

She held his gaze, unphased by the anger. “I think someone put a bullet in you and you nearly bled out on my balcony. I’m trying to understand what happened.”

He looked away, exhaling hard. Frustrated. “What’s left of HYDRA is still chasing me.”

She sat up straighter. “I thought they were gone.”

“They’re not,” he said darkly. “Not completely.”

“And this?” she asked, nodding toward the bandage. “Was this them?”

“I neutralized the threat,” he said, flat and final. A confirmation.

Something about the way he said it sent a chill down her spine, but not from fear. From the weight of it. The exhaustion in his voice. Like he hated that he had to do it.

She stood up carefully, gathering up the bloodied gauze, the tweezers, the stained towel—everything she’d used to piece him back together. Wordlessly, she carried it all into the kitchen, rinsing the tools under the faucet one by one, her gaze never fully leaving him.

He hadn’t moved. He lay there with his eyes shut, breathing evenly but not quite at rest. Every so often, he flinched—just slightly—when a pulse of pain pushed through him. Not asleep. Just…still. Like if he let his guard drop for too long, the whole room might turn on him.

She filled a glass with water and walked it over, setting it quietly on the table beside the couch. That got his attention. His eyes opened, sharp and suspicious as they locked with hers again.

She lifted her hands in surrender. “I promise I’m not here to do anything but help,” she said gently. “As long as you don’t kill me. We got a deal there?”

His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line, like her attempt at lightness rubbed him the wrong way. But after a moment, he gave her a single, reluctant nod.

She exhaled slowly, pointing toward the linen closet behind her. “There are extra blankets and pillows in there, if you want them. Try not to move too much—just let your body catch up.”

She nodded toward the hallway next. “My room’s down there. Door before it is the bathroom. I’m gonna go to bed, but… if you need anything, knock.”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at her with those piercing blue eyes, unreadable but no longer cold.

Another nod.

It wasn’t much. Not trust, not really. But it was something. She nodded back, awkward in the silence between them, and turned toward the hallway.

The truth was, she didn’t know what this was yet. A favor? A risk? A mistake? Maybe a bit of everything.

But he was still here. Still breathing. And he hadn’t killed her.

That had to count for something.

[4rthstandbreak]

Roots, the egg, and the tail

In every chapter there is a Man behind the tree who gives you eggs.

To get the egg in chapter 4 you have to find the inverted egg in the hallway filled w stained glass, it's specifically the 100th window. In chapter 3 the Man says this:

When you enter the inverted egg window you'll see a small library and a path leading to this:

If you're not extremely tapped into Deltarune you wouldn't realize that the Spamton Sweepstakes, which happened in 2022, had updated with new links May this year, one of them being a game called "Rarecats" where you click on green dancing cats (similar to the Mike fight/Pluey). Playing Rarecats (which is now defunct and leads to "room_dogcheck" here's some gifs from the game). Clicking on the angel cat has a small chance to take you to the same stained glass window hallway from ch 4, and clicking on the inverted egg window takes you to https://deltarune.com/lostwheretheforestwouldgrow/ which leads to an image of a single tree from ROOTS and the title being "ROOTS" as well (documented here by a reddit user)

Back to ch 4, walking further past ROOTS is a Philosopher who says this:

Unscrambling the sentence gives us "Lost where the forest would grow, the children followed the pointed tail" (or at least that's what I assume it says) we'll come back to this later.

Back to the Deltarune website, there's a page called "the poor children" (https://deltarune.com/thepoorchildren/) and the page heading is "Therapy"

The page itself is a black screen where you can draw using ur mouse. If u draw for long enough a tree will pop up, the tree that the Man is behind

Clicking on the tree takes you to https://deltarune.com/egg/ which is Noelle's blogpost abt the egg "pet" in Cat Petters

The actual egg room in ch 4 is set in a hospital lobby with a layout different from the one in Hometown. The last Flying Ace is acting as the secretary and comments on how "knockoffs don't have the right to complain," implying this entire moment is based off of something from Kris's past. To get the egg you have to walk into the room with a tree on it

Walking into the room and finding the correct thing to interact w while in complete darkness plays a scene where Kris draws "what they saw behind the tree" but they mess up so they draw again over the previous drawing. They keep trying to draw until they don't even lift their hand off the canvas and just draw in a "single, wild line." Their drawing is then described as "nothing more than a monochrome smear." Then the box says : "Next, a tree was painted over it... ... painted over everything... ...leaving nothing but a simple still life... ... After all, there wasn't anything to look at in the room besides a single tree." This mirrors exactly what you can do on /thepoorchildren/ to get the tree to appear then to get to /egg/.

Back to the Philosopher and tails, Organikk (the enemy that looks exactly like Philosophers) has a couple battle lines mentioning tales/tails: "the tale that must be followed" (referring to the prophecy) and "the tail that must not be followed" (potentially referring to "the pointed tail")

In ch 4 in the third sanctuary if you go out of your way to get the Princess Ribbon this will appear right before you get to the chest

This is a piece of the prophecy intentionally hidden from the gang and the player

So. What does all of this mean?

I don't know! I don't have enough of the pieces to fully say. What I can say for sure is that:

1) We should be keeping an eye on the Deltarune website

2) The children (one of them being Kris) were in the forest and followed/encountered something. Whatever it was traumatized Kris enough to have their parents put them in art therapy, potentially not even located in Hometown. It's something that's permanently etched into Kris's mind. And it seems to be connected to the Man

Isn't it interesting that the Man only ever appears behind trees?

[charliesunreyes]

charlie headcanons

hi i have autism and i really like charlie reyes so here

- Charlie is born in late November, and winter is his favourite season!

- His favourite animal is dogs because he’s basic, but a close second favourite would be monkeys.

- Hes bisexual. Argue with the wall.

- A lot more sensitive than Stefani is. Used to cry a lot as a kid, but has somewhat covered it up with anger now that he’s older.

- When his mum left, he was 5, and he would sit outside his house on the curb, waiting for her to come back.

- He started learning to skateboard after Erik quit - he got bored and gave his board to Charlie, who loved it and would always ask Stef or the cousins to take him.

- Has absolutely cried about snakes not having arms at least once in his life.

- For his 16th birthday he wanted to get both his ears pierced. Erik finished one lobe and Charlie was crying so bad he literally couldn’t do the second one. Charlie still loves the piercing he does have though.

- His mums generational trauma hit both him and Stef bad, but Charlie moreso because she was younger when she left. Because of this, he had severe anxiety about almost everything growing up. He’s more or less grown out of it, but is still petrified of rollercoasters, needles, and driving.

- When he was 12, he found out Stefani was going out of state for college, and tried to lock her in her room so she couldn’t go (despite the fact that she wasn’t actually going to college for another 2 years).

- Once posted a tiktok dance and Erik bullied him so bad for it Charlie took the post down and blocked Erik for a month.

- ^ When Charlie complained to Julia about it a month later, she showed Charlie Erik’s old myspace posts and Charlie unblocked Erik solely to laugh at him.

- He was crushing on Jenny for a good couple years before he asked her to prom. Julia was ready to hit the boy for not confessing sooner.

- Most of his music taste is from Erik, just on the softer side. Erik takes him to buy records and band tees every other month.

- Charlie and his dad fight a lot, specifically over Charlie’s grades. Where Stefani thrived academically, especially in STEM, Charlie is more creative and struggles a lot more.

- Can play the guitar and the ukulele, but prefers the ukulele since his hands are smaller.

- Will go to the gym with Julia and Bobby sometimes. He lifts the least out of the three and gets bullied for it :(

- Relentless teasing from the cousins. It’s how they show their affection so he tolerates it (even if sometimes he forgets that they’re just teasing).

- Cries listening to ‘Let Down’ by Radiohead everytime without fail.

- He doesn’t want to go to college when he finishes school, and doesn’t know how to tell his dad.

- CONSTANT comparisons to Stefani. His dad loves him and wants what’s best for him, but doesn’t get that college might not be that necessarily.

- Major inferiority complex, especially around Stefani and Erik, who more or less seem to have their lives together. This is why Stefani flunking out of school was a big moment for him.

- Ungodly vocal chords, went for the school musical and landed the lead almost instantly. The whole family went to see him except from Stefani and his dad.

- Very artsy! He has a sketchbook full of doodles and drawings, and he’s very good at it! He has a more cartoony style.

- His favourite mug is one with a little illustration of a fox with the tagline ‘No Fox To Give’. He thinks its hilarious.

[glassofleomonade]

HTTYD FIC IDEA OMG PLS READ I THINK I ATE

HEAR ME OUT.

pls lmk if this goes hard or not (poll at bottom)

So Hiccup works in a forge, right? And he lost his leg to fire, right?? (Technically to Toothless, yes, BUT let’s be real—without the fire, it wouldn’t have played out like that.) And we can all agree that Toothless didn’t exactly get to him in time. There’s no way he wasn’t at least a little burnt.

Now imagine this: The Norns (the Norse Fates) are like: “Uh, wtf?? That wasn’t supposed to happen. That was NOT in his threads.” So instead of death… he wakes up with fire powers.

And I don’t mean “ooh, warm hands.” I mean sparks and flames and glowing fingertips and accidentally setting the bed on fire just by breathing too hard kind of powers. He panics. He runs away in the middle of the night with Toothless. No one sees where he went. He’s just… gone.

Meanwhile, back on Berk, the rune bones are giving the Elders weird vibes. Like... cosmically off. They’re flipping tables and blaming curses. Astrid and Stoick are devastated. But no one looks for him. The Elders literally forbid it.

So now we’ve got a runaway Hiccup with freaky fire powers and a dragon, wandering the wilds, trying not to torch everything he touches. The fire sword? A literal soul-forged weapon gifted to him by the Fates or the gods themselves, kind of as an apology like oops, you weren't supposed to have that happen sry. It lets him channel the chaos—finally gives him some control. The dragon scale armor? Yeah. That’s made from Toothless’s sheds. Fireproof. Helps him exist without accidentally combusting.

And THEN—he stumbles across a dragon sanctuary. A hidden island. Cue Valka, queen of dragons. She doesn’t recognize him at first (because armor, age, trauma, etc), but she takes him in, fire powers and all. Treats him like a son. They bond. Eventually they realize—yep. Mother and son reunion. And she loves him as he is. FIRE POWERS AND ALL!!!! They become family.

A couple of cute chapters about their new life and their new bond. Fast forward like five years, around the time of httyd 2, Hiccup does the occasional stealth flyby of Berk just to see if they’re okay. Never lands. Never gets close. Until one day… Smoke. Screaming. Berk’s under attack. He throws on the helmet, drops from the sky, and WRECKS the pillagers with fire and fury like something divine. The villagers call him “the demon.” They’re terrified.

But Astrid sees Toothless. And she knows. She runs after him as he’s leaving, and goes: “...Hiccup?” He turns. Lifts the mask. It’s him. She runs to him. He stumbles back— “Don’t come near me. Don't touch me. I can’t—I’ll hurt you.”

And she just... stops. “Okay. Then don’t touch me. Just talk to me.” They sit. They talk. She hears everything. And she’s like, “Come home. We can figure this out. You’re not cursed.” And Hiccup’s like, “The village would never accept me. The elders would all probably have a stroke.” Then she reaches for him. They touch. And she doesn’t burn. He doesn’t even realize the weight he’s been carrying until it’s gone.

He takes her to the island. He shows her his life. She’s in awe. They spend a few beautiful days together, just existing.

Then she’s like “Okay uh—if I don’t go back soon they’re gonna think I died.” So Hiccup flies her home.

He drops her off in the village square. Faceplate down. No one knows who he is. But he’s surrounded. Spears up. Shields raised. They’re ready to kill him to protect Astrid.

Then—Stoick walks up. Sword drawn. Ready to strike. And Hiccup? He lifts the helmet. And it’s him.

And Stoick just… drops the sword. Drops to his knees. Sobs.

:)

[icycoldninja]

Hi, can you maybe make a part 2 of the daughter of mundus where she was later kidnapped and locked away by mundus as another form of punishment. Like in a place where you are in darkness and pain. Vergil and nero seeing she was telling the truth because i believe they deserve an happy ending

Yes they do. They do.

Vergil x Mundus's daughter!Nero's mother!Reader headcannons part 2

For context, part one is here.

-You had been trying for God-knows-how-long to get your husband and son to bond with you, like a proper family.

-Vergil was reluctant to participate, and Nero had spent so much time on his own that he no longer cared. Besides, he had found his own special lady and wanted to spend more time with her than with a "mother" he never knew.

-You even asked for Dante's help, and he gave it a good effort, too. He helped you organize a pizza party, plan get-togethers, and even called them on your behalf, but they just weren't cooperating.

-You spent many nights crying yourself to sleep, wondering why they wouldn't just try to be a family, just for one day? Or even an hour? Why? Why?! You apologized genuinely, you helped them in any way you could, you tried so hard, but they wouldn't accept you, and you didn't know why.

-At least Vergil came around one day and said that he didn't have a kid with you for no reason, before taking off without saying anything else.

-One night, as you lay hopelessly in your bed at 3 AM, staring up at the ceiling with teary eyes, you heard a crash from downstairs and foolishly assumed it was Vergil coming by to say some more vague shit before he left again.

-You were, put simply, feeling quite angsty, and when one feels angsty, one tends to ignore danger, which in this case, came in the form of a legion of Angelo type demons who had taken you by surprise—and kidnapped you, too.

-For what it's worth, you put up a good fight, but there were just too many of them, and it was all so sudden. Before you knew it, you were being hauled back to Hell in chains, fully aware of the disasters awaiting you.

-Mundus was not happy to see you. Ironic, considering how hard he fought to get you back. It took over twenty years and many troops, but he finally did it. The old bastard had you back in his clutches, and he was more than eager to punish you for escaping.

-You didn't get the luxury of a trial or anything; in Hell, everything is determined by the demon king, and he has decided you deserve to be imprisoned in darkness, never to see your "beloved", whom you risked everything for, or your son, who wouldn't even care you were missing.

-To be honest, staying in isolation like that didn't feel any different than your life before, in terms of your social life. The only things that were different were the fact that it was cold, there was nothing to eat, and absolutely nothing to do.

-It took your boys a while, but they finally realized you'd been forcibly removed from this world, and they were concerned. Sure, you hadn't been the greatest mother to Nero, and yes, you sucked at communicating with Vergil, but the former owed you his life (literally, since you gave birth to him) and the latter felt he should do something anyway.

-So, after gathering the rest of the crew, the Spardas charged into Hell to rescue you, and though it was a tough battle, they did it in the end.

-Seeing you on the brink of death thanks to starvation and dehydration really made Nero and Vergil realize what it could mean if they lost you. As if a light switch had been flipped in their dense heads, they suddenly became enlightened, understanding that although you had made many mistakes earlier in your life, all you'd been doing since you were reunited was trying to make things right—and they'd pushed you away. Not to mention, you were right all along. If you hadn't run away to distract your father's forces, they would likely be suffering the same fate you were now.

-Vergil felt the guiltiest because he had the opportunity to prevent all this, but didn't take it. He could have waited a little longer for you to come back. He could have tried finding you sooner. He could have accepted your apology and tried to be a good father and a good partner, or at the very least, he could have checked on you more.

-Once they get you back home and get you on the road to recovery, neither Nero nor Vergil will leave your side for any reason. They just sit there, by your bedside, staring at you.

-When you wake up and appear to be in good enough condition to speak, Vergil is the first to apologize with a short, succinct, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

-Nero follows up with a somewhat sheepish "I'm sorry too...Mom," that last part being added not out of obligation, but because he felt like he should make an effort to improve your relationship, just like you did.

-Then Vergil pulls you into a hug, which was only awkward because of the fact that you were lying down and he was sitting up, and Nero decides to shake your hand because he doesn't know what else to do. Although very few words were said, the three of you all had attained a mutual understanding, an understanding which seemed to say, "let's try being a family again."

[mealodyd]

What is Love?

Summary: Y/N has done everything to get into her dream school even if it means never having a boyfriend in all her school years.  Starting freshman year at high school and noticing someone who was somewhat different made it difficult for her to get through something that should always be easy for her.  She always thought that Love never really anything until she saw him and now, she is questioning what love really is. What is Love?

Pairing: Jake x Fem!reader |Featuring Enhypens Sunghoon|

Genre:  Fluff (Smut in future parts)

Warnings: Nothing

Wc: 944

Notes:  I'm so excited to be doing this series. Let me know how you like so I can be motivated to start doing more!

Part 2 here!

You never really knew what love was until you met jake.

Love to you was a silly concept that you had always shrugged off.

Growing up you've always wanted your family to be proud of you so you always set boys aside and focused on work just like you always have.

Through your years in high school you watched as you friends slowly became lovers for people who they were dating, and you never once thought about what it would be like to have something like that for yourself until one person caught your eye.

Ever since you started school you've worked on my studies and never really done anything in my life. You knew that if you wanted to make your daily proud you would have to join an ivy league and get a job with a good paying salary.

Eventually you started high school, and you thought that it would be the same thing as every other grade that you were in. 

You were in all AP classes as a freshman which is something nobody really does because they like to live their lives and do things outside of school, but not you.  If you wanted to be successful for the future, you had to make sure that all 4 years of high school look good on your college resume.

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“Y/N wake up so you can start getting ready or you're going to be late”!  Mother always loves screaming at me to wake up. It's my personal alarm clock.  

“Okkk”!  You scream back to let her know that I'm really awake. My mother knows that I want to be on time for school every day, so I am actually really grateful for her when it comes to waking me up and helping me with things.

You ended up getting out of bed and walked to your bathroom to find out your twin brother Sunghoon was already in there singing a song in the shower.  And since you didn't want to go downstairs to go to the bathroom you just ended up going back into your bedroom to get dressed.

Luckily there were no uniforms for the high school, so you decided to wear a white pleated skirt and a knitted sweater that was flowy, so it doesn't make you hot.

Because you knew that Sunghoon would take forever in the bathroom you decided to just skip washing your face because you didn't want to risk losing time and being late to school.

You did some light makeup because you've never really wanted to put on makeup for school knowing the school air will just take it off anyway.  

Know that you're done getting ready you HAD to make sure you had everything ready and packed so you wouldn't forget many things. You've always liked actually giving the teacher supplies that they asked for in their classrooms because you knew it would always help in the long run and plus some teachers may give extra credit.

Know that you know that everything is ready. You head out of your room and go downstairs to go eat breakfast because usually you would brush your teeth after because you always want them to be fresh.

Since today is the first day mom made some waffles and pancakes which is good because it means i most likely won't be hungry till lunch like i usually am.  Finally, Sunghoon comes out of the bathroom as you are eating.

Once you're done eating those delicious pancakes you rush upstairs because you have around 0 minutes until you have to be in the car.

You quickly brush your teeth and look at yourself once more before you go downstairs and into the car to wait for Sunghoon.

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Mother finally drops you off and now you're in the office getting your schedule because you weren't at freshman orientation due to being on vacation which you're still bummed about.

Finally, you start making it to your first class which you know some of your friends have because you guys had chosen your schedule together.  Although they couldn't do everything class with you because they wanted to have some normal classes and not have all AP classes because they knew that it would be a lot of pressure on their shoulders.  So, you guys decided to go art, math and science together.

Your first class was Science so when you entered the room you immediately saw your best friends Lily and Nora whom you have known since the 2nd grade.  

You run up to them and hug them because you haven't seen each other since last year due to you being in Korea to visit family.

“OMG I've missed you guys so freaking much”” I can't believe i had to not see you this whole summer” You guys were freaking out seeing each other until you settled down and chose some seats to sit in.

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Eventually everyone else found some sets and the teacher introduced herself.  Her name was MRS. Flanigan. She had just been married the year before, so this was her first year of being a fully married teacher.

After she introduced herself, she made groups based on who you're sitting by to do some icebreaker challenges to get to know the class better.  You and your best friends were in one group and then there were four other people who joined because they were close by.

Everyone was super nice but there was this one guy sitting there and not saying anything to anyone else, but his friend and his name was Jake Sim.  He was cute but you knew that you could be distracted because you had a goal.  You found out that only your best friends and Jake were the only freshmen in that whole class.

Eventually the class ended, and everyone went to their next classes, and yours was History which you dreaded.  You found out that Jake Sim was in your class again which did sorta bother you, but you knew it couldn't in the long run.

Once again, the classes did basically the same things the whole day.  But the only thing that you really noticed about the whole thing is that Jake Sim has all the same AP classes with you.

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[dazedantics]

Pt 3: One Sided Rivalry - Mark Grayson x Reader

Pt 2 here

"Hey, you, where's Markus?"

"Um? 'Hey, You?' Way to act like you haven't known me your whole life." The sandy haired boy spoke from the empty lunch table.

It was the guy who'd, apparently, been sitting with you and Mark during each lunch.

But you genuinely don't remember seeing his face till two weeks ago. What was his name again?

"Sorry .... Anyways, where is he? I haven't seen him since he got beat up."

"Which time? I'm pretty sure that happens every week."

How do you know this guy again?

"The time with Jake."

"Again, gonna have to be specific, pretty sure they got a whole schedule set up for the year." The guy said taking a bite of his sandwich.

He wiped the crumbs off his hands, reaching for a juice box.

"But if you mean the time you actually did something other than join in the beatings, um, yeah, I wonder why you haven't seen him. I mean it's not like you haven't just ditched us the past week without a text. Not that you don't always ignore us anyway, especially him when he's constantly looking out for you."

Okay ... did you bully him in the past too? He's coming on really strong for one question.

"I'm sorry ... uh ... can you tell me your name again?"

The boy paused his sip, eyes widening as he stared at you. You could practically see the energy stiffen through his veins.

"My name? You don't even ... oh my God ... Oh my god!" His jaw moved, attempting to voice something but baffled noises came out instead. "I was right! I was right. I told him too. You didn't even know I existed, did you? See, for a while I thought you were just mute or something. Cause you don't say shit when we're together, to me or to Mark. But then I see you talk to Mark, on the rare occasions you do. And even then it's just a stupid little threat or mean quip. I knew I was right to not like you. I am! Truly. Cause you are such a bitch."

You frowned, brow curled with a prickled defense and major confusion. What do you say to that? "Excuse me?"

He put his juice down, leaning back with crossed arms and a stern expression. "Sit. Now that Mark's gone and you've finally acknowledged me, we need to talk."

This is not how you expected your day to go.

Slowly, you set your bag on the floor and sat on the bench across from him. "About what?"

"About you. And your whole 'fuck everyone' attitude. Cause let me tell you something, Mark may tolerate it for whatever reason I cannot understand. But it's not cute, alright. It just ain't."

You pursed your lips, folding your hands across the table. How close were you supposed to be to this guy? How close was he to Mark?

"You see, as Mark's friend - I'd like to say you and I are, but let's face it, we aren't - but I do worry about the company he keeps, right? Like, I do want the best for him. And sometimes that means telling him when his 'friends,'" he did air quotes at that. "Aren't good for him. And believe me, I've told him to drop you a million times."

"You think I haven't been trying to get rid of him my whole life either?" You scoffed.

"No, no, no, let me continue." He held a hand up. "I've told him a million times, gave concrete evidence as for why this one sided relationship is bound to tick away at his health. Unburden himself, you know? But he fucking likes you. Even after all your ... abuse ... verbal, emotional, physical, you name it. Even after everything you've done to him, he still likes you. And he probably isn't gonna drop you even after we all graduate and do our own things. And I think that's really sad."

You shifted in your seat. This guy was being very serious. As if you didn't already know all of this.

"Cause to him, you are his friend. He probably even considers you to be closer than he is to me. Which, side note, offensive. But that's how it is. And for all his quirks, he is a great guy. And I'm not trying to threaten you to go away, Mark would go looking for you anyway. So don't take this that way. What I am trying to say is, you need to get your shit together. I don't know if you have trauma or anything, but whatever has been going on with you over the last twelve years, you need to tell Mark about it. Cause he is probably the only person who would truly care about helping you through it. Hopefully that can be the start that will help your relationship in the end. And then I won't have to sit here pretending that I don't hate you every time we see each other."

You cocked your head to the side, just taking everything he said in.

You're not sure what it was you were feeling exactly. Just knew the uncomfortable weight that'd been hanging off the bottom of your chest since you'd helped Mark seemed to have gained a few pounds.

Maybe this guy was right. Talking to Mark would help. But what would you say? Everything at home had been fine, great even. The only thing that'd been bothering you was Mark.

Apologize?

Then what? You hadn't seriously apologized to the guy for anything. It'd be weird to just come out of the blue and say it now, no?

But ... did you want to step on the right track with Mark now? Start over?

You had already realized he'd be the one constant in your whole life, like this guy figured too.

Would things be easier? Did you want them to be? Did Markus deserve as much care and thought into sticking with him as he did you?

You licked your lips. "Message received."

The guy narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, probably deciphering if you meant it or had just ignored him again.

Then relaxed, going back to his lunch. "Good. Now where have you been this week?"

"... home." You murmured, not ready to explain why. Cause you didn't fully know why. Or rather you were ignoring why. "And you still haven't told me where Markus is. Or your name."

He rolled his eyes. "It's William. And Mark's busy with his girlfriend."

"Wait, girlfriend? Since when did he-"

"Since you've been at home. And don't get jealous, you've had plenty of chances to bag him before. Her name is Amber and she's a good person, I would never allow it if she wasn't. He's fine."

You looked down at the tabletop, the many initials etched in the surface holding your focus.

Fixing things would probably be a lot harder now.

Would he still have time for you?

[iknowiknowiknowtheend]

HOLY THIS POST IS ALMOST 4 YEARS OLD. okay i need it out mydrafts

new friends !

based off this post

extras bc I love that shit-

to pass the time in the beginning, techno would let dream try to braid his hair and just talk ab random stuff. Greek mythology most commonly.

when The Simps (wil and Michael) showed up to free Dream and their plans were foiled, despite being Dream’s simps- Dream made them go sit in the corner. wil pulled a pack of cards out his back pocket and this started the first game of many. dream complain-writes in one of his books, the syndicate faces technos mild disappointment.

the syndicate came to free techno after he’d been in there so long- it didn’t go out well. dream now becomes lonely- doesn’t want to interact socially with the syndicate nor the simps (bc they can’t help him)

Tommy and Tubbo come for Ranboo, when they get thrown in too they just go sit with him. poor tommy.... quackity also shows up for a torture session but seeing there’s so many people in there he 1. doesn’t go through with it, and 2. can’t leave. he gets dirty looks from The Simps for obvious reasons.

las nevadas gang comes for quackity (minus purpled who can’t be bothered to care, and sam who’s the warden). fundy goes to sit with dad, fundy gets ignored though because the cards are wil’s life now. charlie talks with q of course because q was otherwise ignored/ getting dirty looks. foolish thinks the place is bland as shit.

eret came for foolish, but (like everyone else) was hopelessly foiled. on the bright side she’s finally figured out where half the server went ! foolish has learned to embrace the boring af cell and instead spends his time looking for patterns in the ceiling like it’s cloud gazing. he points some out to eret. the eggpire is also here for egg crimes (obviously), they aren’t even eggified so they don’t have to be here- but sams practically just trying to see how many people he can fit in one cell at this point.

also I might make another part? idk. I was awfully lazy when it came to this. hopefully I will- but no promises.

[vicavica]

Weak Pet

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Summary: Daryl Dixon is the bad guy who hurt your feelings.

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her 20s) and there will be a part 2. Also, English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoy reading :)

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He was old enough to be your dad, and maybe that was the reason neither he or the group took your feelings seriously, thinking it was just a silly crush. Growing up in the midst of the end of the world deprived you from many used-to-be-normal things: you’ve never stepped a foot into high school if not for hiding, have never had a crush on a classmate, let alone a dance at prom or a graduation. But that, that was love and you knew it. Something so pure and visceral couldn't be mistaken, it was instinct, the same kind that made your body tremble in adrenaline when hearing a walker near you.

Because you were too young when the outbreak happened, only being 5, now, 15 years later, you read everything you could find during runs for resources, trying to get a glimpse of how the world was like, how it worked. Most of it were gossip magazines, you knew all boyband’s scandals without ever hearing a single music from them. Daryl saw you one day-...Oh, there you were, thinking about him again. But how could you not? Rick put you up with him during runs, saying something about how he’d teach you valuable skills on how to survive an apocalypse, and since then your thoughts belonged to him.

“Hey, kid.” Daryl appeared at the beginning of the small market aisle. Everything was chaos in there, shopping carts lying on the floor, mold on the walls and around spoiled food cans. It was clear a lot of survivors passed by throughout the years, there was little almost to nothing on the shelves. You were next to one that contained magazines - or, as you called it, encyclopedias. There weren't much left, people must have taken them to start a fire, as you’ve done a thousand times. “You good?”

“Yes!” You smiled, and the butterflies in your stomach started fighting each other when he walked towards you, eyes on the magazine in your hands. He stopped right behind you, and you could feel the warmth coming from his body. “I know it’s not what we came for, I’m not bringing it to camp-...”

“You should read real stuff.” He took the magazine from your hands, reading the big appealing titles. “This ain’t how things were.”

“Oh.”

He noticed? Your interest in life before walkers? Not an interest, your obsession. He noticed it?

“C’mon.” He gave you the magazine back and held his weapon again. “Let's head back before it gets dark.”

You had a crush on him then - and that was the only time it really was just a crush -, but since that first time you two went on a run alone, things have changed. He’d always have a concentrated look on his face when talking to you, because he’d only talk to you when it involved plans on how not to get bitten by a walker, but his frown started to be less and less evident until it wasn't there at all. You’d spend hours into the night with him telling you about what, now, seemed like a fairytale dressed as life before constant danger. Beaches during Sunday mornings, traffic after a whole day of work, bars full of people and loud music, rockstars. His favorite rockstars, how he thinks his favorite rockstars got turned into walkers, his first bike, his first fight, his first bar fight. Him, him, him. Everything you knew about the past life had him in it. So, when you both parted ways to sleep, you’d imagine yourself living everything he told you about, but living it all with him. Going to rock concerts, riding with him in his bike, arms around his waist as the sun sets, breaking bottles of beer in some random man’s head. These made up scenarios made the loss you felt about everything you could never live easy to carry, and now a walker looked like an old bad man getting punched in a bar.

“Brought this for you.”

Daryl had just come back from a run, and as the group approached him and Rick to help carry the supplies, he took a book out of his bag.

“What?!” You took it in your hands, feeling the texture of the cover under your fingertips. “How did you find it?”

Daryl shrugged.

“It was laying on the floor.”

With eyes glued to the book, you didn't catch Rick chuckling and Daryl giving him a cold stare. The man went out of his way, out of the plan’s way for that run, to get it for you, but he wouldn't tell you that.

“Yeah, it’s a real treasure, you don't find Shakespeare laying on the floor so easily these days.” Rick insisted, walking off with a smirk before Daryl could do anything.

Your eyes went up to him, and he quickly dismissed the hard look, looking softly at you.

“Shakespeare?”

“He’s a cool guy, you’ll like it.”

Always taking care of you, always making sure you were okay, giving you part of his food, teaching you how to use the crossbow, how to drive his bike (the one he wouldn't let anyone touch!), guarding the seat next to him for you like a dog, helping you in your duties, coming back to camp with books. Romance novels. In more than a way, Daryl taught you what love is. If love had a face, it’d be his, so how could he, now, be so oblivious about it?

— You’re just a kid!

You weren’t! It was your 21st birthday, he brought you alcohol as a gift and after a few sips, you didn't get drunk, but got bold enough to confess your love for him. Well, at least, you two were alone, having celebrated your day with the group hours ago, but you’d be embarrassed if a walker saw you being rejected.

— I’m not! You know it, you just gave me alcohol!

— To me, you are. I’m old enough to be your daddy.

— That doesn't mean anything-...

— It does. This… — He pointed between you two. — …ain’t happening.

— I…What’s so wrong about me?!

— Na, we’re not doing this. — He collected his lighter and pack of cigarettes from the grass.

— Answer me! ‘Cause- I don't get it! — When he turned his back to you, ready to walk away, you were quick to put yourself in front of him. — You owe me at least this.

— What don't you get? I’m old, you’re a kid.

— I’m a woman and I know you see me as one!

— What?!

— You don't say it, but you act like it. There’s no other explanation! You always ask me if I ate, you hold doors for me, you taught me pretty much everything I know about survival, you always want to be paired with me during runs, how is this not love?

— It’s maintaining the safety of the group.

— And what about the gifts? You always come back with things I like when you go on runs without me.

— Kid-...

— Stop calling me that! I hate it!

— Well, guess what? That’s what you are, and that's all I see when I look at you. — His harsh words went along with his cold stare. You could see it in his eyes that he wasn't done and you were getting your heart broken on your birthday. — You ain’t no woman to me, you’re the weak pet I have to take care of so you don't ruin everything we built around you. We’re paired on runs ‘cause, for some reason, Rick sees something in you. If we spend so much time together, you should thank him, ‘cause if it were for me, you wouldn't step a foot out of these gates. You’re too careless, a danger to us all. All this time, trying to teach you something and all I get is a dumb crush? It’d be great if you’d just stop reading your foolish books and learn something useful for once.

It seemed like you’d just learned something: how it feels when your heart is broken. It wasn't useful for the current context of the world, a walker wouldn't stop trying to take a bite out of you to hear your crying about how Daryl Dixon was such a cruel heartless man, but Carol sure had the time (or heart, unlike Daryl) for it.

— And then he just walked away. — You cried, and you had cried so much already you were starting to get a headache. Wasting medicine over a heartbreak would make you feel worse. — I feel so embarrassed. — You closed your eyes as tears filled them again, and Carol pulled you close to her, making you rest your head on her shoulder. You two were seated on her bed.

— Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry, it’s okay. You’ll be okay.

— I hate him, he destroyed love for me.

— Oh. — She laughed softly. — He didn't, trust me. It seems like it now, you think you’ll never get over him, but it’ll pass. It always does.

— You think the same, don't you? — You pulled away to look at her. — You think I just have a dumb crush on him. — Carol looked at you trying to hide the pity in her heart. — You do!

— Sweetheart, you’re young-...

— Don’t. — You shook your head, almost begging.

— Too young for him. You should like someone like Carl, he’s about your age, just a few years older.

— But it’s not him I love, Carl is like a brother to me.

— And Daryl could be your-...

— Dad. I know. He made it very clear. — You wiped away your tears in your sleeves. — I’m so sorry I’ve never had one, so I don't know the difference. — You stood up. — When you find someone the same age as me that brings me books about love during the collapse of civilization, call me.

And it was the same with Maggie.

— Look, I think it’s cute that you have a crush on him-...

And Beth.

— Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/N, he was really mean to you. But-...

You turned your back to her, not wanting to hear your feelings being dismissed by a fourth person. Turns out everyone knew about your “dumb crush”, you weren't too discreet about it. But if everyone knew this whole time, Daryl also knew, so was he just entertaining himself with the weak pet having dumb feelings for him? This wasn't the man you knew, the one you loved, not the one who had spent hours sharing stories and thoughts with you, hearing about you growing up raised by your grandmother and having lost her only a few weeks after the outbreak, how it was when your last camp was invaded by walkers and how scared you were when surviving alone in the woods until Rick found you. Maybe those days were the reason Rick saw potential in you, but your role in the last camp was to take care of the kids and cook, surviving in the woods for three days was pure luck.

You really had a lot to learn, but after a year, you were sure you were a whole new person, a real survivor. Who Daryl thought he was? Weak pet?! You’ve never killed a walker, but it was only because he’d never let you do it! How could you if he’d take care of it first?! You were not careless, actually you were scared to death when stepping outside of the group’s territory, so you always had your ears and eyes open to the first signal of danger. And he was the one who was quick to stand by your side during runs, he thought it was a good idea if you learned how to use the crossbow, he asked you if you wanted to learn how to ride a bike, he brought you the books, he was the one inviting you to walk with him, to talk about anything from night to morning, he fixed your hair when it covered your face, he said you were pretty, he was the one who almost kissed you seconds before you told him you loved him only to have him saying you were just a kid! How could he?!

— Heard you’re going around camp saying I’m the bad guy who hurt your feelings.

[6feathered6siren6]

I have a fic request. What if reader ghosted the entire server and after years, they find them again but reader doesn’t remember them at all?

Haunting Parasite(Ronin x Reader)

Authors note: This was in my mind while I was working, and I wanted to make this so much worse, but I promise to make this hurt comfort(there might be a part 2 to fulfil that) so its lighter. This is also mostly Ronin's pov, hopefully I did it right :3, had fun with the idea I wrote, anyway, stay hydrated and enjoy!! o7

Trigger warning:

Death/corpse

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The novel was a hit. Sure, it was under an author's pen name instead of your real name, what if they knew? But it was done. You don’t… really have to talk to them any more. The days you have to keep your eyes over your shoulder, watching for any strange movement. You can worry less, the novel was giving you money, enough to leave your job and rest in another city, state, hell, country if you want to. 

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You were never online again. It didn’t show activity from your profile, nor were you lurking. Ronin was staring at the mod activity on his side, at first he thought you were just busy, but looking further it showed the device you have the server was offline for a month. Did you just skip town? After the Devil graciously gave you everything you desired, you left him. Leaving his heart open and yearning for yours. You wanted a grace of the world and knowledge he lived in and now left without a goodby, only getting what you wanted. 

You got it, you got your book as a number one hit, making it into a movie. Though you never show that you wrote that book, he knew it was you. After all, the main character is basically him, his story, his kills, and life was blasted into ink. 

He didn’t know what to feel, mad? Pissed? He knows he is angry with you. But he also is worried. He knows he’ll see you but when…

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It was two years… Two years. From just a month to you being gone, the server had your server name changed as MIA. You were gone. Everyone knows that you are not coming back. Ronin’s mood soured for weeks, but he seemed better, he just always had you in his mind. Like a parasite infecting his brain, always there but never going away. He always gets into your dms, never texting, just looking. Yearning that text if you ever come back. 

He was supposed to be the one haunting, not you. The latest news about you was about you writing another book. Would you crawl back? Wanting more inspiration from him?

He groans. He needs fresh air… Maybe hit that spot Angel spoke about.

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When he walked into the cafe Angel recommended, he didn’t expect to see you there. On your computer typing away, you look different, dark circles defining your eyes, saying that you haven’t slept, but the cup next to you probably won't help you either. His eyes were on you, staring at your form. Hoodie and sweatpants, comfy clothing while writing in this cozy cafe. 

But more importantly, you were in front of him. Getting his drink and slipping into the chair in front of you. You didn’t even notice him, well until he tapped his finger next to your laptop. You look up and lower your screen. Before he could make any remark about you going ghost,  you said something that squeezed the idea that you will crawl back.

“Do… I know you?” You tilt your head the same way you usually do, like a puppy learning something.

His dark eyes widened, he felt scared. He could feel his body tense. “It’s me…” His voice was lower, maybe you're lying and just pretending. “Ronin? The one that gave you knowledge.” 

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I don’t know you. Maybe we passed each other before?” 

Your eyes were looking at him, those colors he remembered, the way your hair was messy, looking unfamiliar. The more he looks at you, the more he sees someone else. He knew it was you, but… it wasn’t.

“Well, darling,” He remarks. “You dropped everything and left the devil in the dust. The devil gave you what you wanted and you left without a thank you. How could you do that?”

Your response? Raising your eyebrow. You were just confused, like… 

“I’m sorry?” You pulled only one side of your lip into a lopsided smile. You looked so uncomfortable. 

Before anything could happen, your phone ranged, and you slipped with a weak apology. Leaving him in that chair. 

You were still in this town, or you moved back. He was struck, you were here, but you didn't know him, or acted like you didn’t know. He wasn’t in the mood for his drink anymore. Letting it become lukewarm.

—

The plum haired male was in his alleyway, hand on wall as he walked, feeling the bumps and ripples on it. His mind keeps going back to you, you were there in his thoughts, like a leech, clinging on. He couldn’t do anything without you haunting him. 

‘Sorry, do I know you?’ 

Of course, you do. He’s Ronin, the motherfucking Devil’s Butcher, the one who gave you a taste of his aorta, the man who gave you what you wanted. He kicked the corpse’s arm, the body was a few days old. Already making his alleyway smell more like rot. 

He groans as you infect his thoughts again. He’s acting like a teen with a crush who wasn’t getting attention. It was getting worse. You clearly moved on, like you didn’t have those moments of the ball almost dropping that you weren’t a killer. He picked up his blood painted crowbar, and started heading home, it’s been a few hours since he saw you. He should tell the server, letting them know you are alive.

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Jade! Parting from the idea that we grow into our Sun Placement/Nakshatra later in life, would you say it's a transition from our moon placement to our sun placement or more of an integration? You've said that the moon represents our basic consciousness, then what would the sun represent? Is it still present early in life, does it shape our broader chart in some way? For example: I'm currently dating an Uttara Bhadrapada moon woman, being an Uttara Phalguni Sun so... is it's still a Yoni match? Curious to know what you think, I've never questioned the points I've made until I came across your blog :)

Ok we are confusing two different subjects here. You’re mixing them up and coming up with an idea that we will always grow into our Solar Nakshatra later. That’s not true.

We grow into each and every PLANET at a certain age. The Sun is one of the later ones, it’s true, Sun and Saturn come last.

Any planet of any Nakshatra is always starting from mastery of the previous Nakshatra, and growing into themes of the new one. That happens at its own pace, individually. After all, we don’t get to experience a Dasha of every planet, and we don’t all live long enough to see our Saturns, or even Suns mature. It’s always an axis, from expression the energy of a given Nakshatra in a baby like state, to living it with mastery. Life happens on a scale, and it’s a continuous learning process. Some say that a degree of a planet in a Nakshatra determines its maturity in this lifetime, shows its stage of learning. I don’t know if that’s not too simple, but it definitely sounds plausible.

You don’t “shift” from one planet to another. You don’t shift from the Moon to the Sun. You simply refine, and add on to the list. The Moon’s instinctive habits are simply the first to form (first two years of life), and they will stay with you. But by the time you’re 50 and forward, you’re maturing into your kingdom, your legacy. That is the Sun. That’s why it takes so long to get there, because it takes time to really build a lasting name for yourself. But you never really leave your Moon behind. The Moon is your basic emotional thinking process. You wouldn’t have any consciousness without it. In fact, I believe it’s the source of the saying that “people don’t change”. Consciousness can be understood or refined, but at the core, the person’s reactive self is who they are by age 2, and it can’t be removed. No planet ever goes away. Using the word “integration” is more accurate. But the truth is, we all have individual destinies that mess up that planetary order.

To give you an example, the age of Saturn at 70 and further is supposed to be about rest, retirement, stepping back from central positions of power and into the shadows. But I had my dasha of Saturn at birth, until I was 11. The way the order of the planets worked in my life here was completely reversed. I’m gonna have my own themes of planets at my own time. For instance, Venus is about youth until age 32, it’s about fertility and physical enjoyment and fun, and early stages of family planning, moving into Jupiter that is about raising the family and personal projects into adulthood. But I had no children through my entire “Venus age”, I came from a struggling environment an a poor family and I really didn’t have that much fun, I mostly experienced deaths, losses or challenges. Ironically enough, I’m starting a Venus dasha in a couple of years. So my time to be able to have more relaxation in life will only start in its mid 30s, when theoretically the fun should have just ended at that age.

Everyone on this planet is gonna have something like this going on. No one is gonna have the perfect planet sequence, because life is imperfect in its nature.

If you’re asking about planets you didn’t mature into yet manifesting in earlier life, they represent an aspiration. It is a desire you have inside you, that will simply not fully manifest until the right time, it will grow in stages. If on top of that, you’ve already had a dasha of that planet, we’re talking about a fully ready action plan, roaring to go, that will simply take its time to come into fruition. 

Let’s assume we talk about my Sun being the kingdom of being a spiritual teacher and the related online presence, I can’t say it’s “not there”. It’s about building blocks, and it’s gonna take years of writing, content creating and posting. Is it anywhere near what I would call my final stage kingdom, in a satisfactory way? Nope. But it’s still there.

The subject of Yoni matches is an entirely different matter, and yes of course, yoni pairs stay the same.

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Yall are so biased it HURTS

Varian didn't harm 1 or 2 people, he actively said that he wanted to destroy the kingdom after he saved his father, and since he wasn't able to get his father back he went ahead with killing other people because he was angry. But it's ok cuz he had his redemption and we know his reasons and that he had a trauma of losing his father blablabla the Varian fandom loves to talk about that and say that he's the only poor guy in the story like he can't do no wrong (yes guys all the characters in this show do stupid things sometimes) and you guys also forget that King Frederic put him in jail, Rapunzel wasn't in command. It wasn't like "THE KINGDOM: SEND HIM TO PRISION FOR LIFE" it was King Frederic and he said he would actively help him blablabla we don't know what happens with Varian in jail because we're not watching his story in the second season so we don't know

Now if I listen one more time that Cass's arc was less valid then Varian's because Varian's reasons were understandable and hers were not I'm gonna explode because /1. Or you watched the show blindfolded /2. Or you guys don't understand how trauma can affect a person's worldview and specially childhood trauma in this case. I'm not saying that Cass was a poor baby, because she was blinded by rage and ALSO actively trying to kill people just like Varian was trying to kill people in S1, but you guys don't want to see that. Who do you think we have nothing left to lose? Because Varian knows how that was and he regrets it, because HE saw himself in Cassandra's anger and knew how it was to be doing stupid things. Something that pisses me the f off is when people mock the fact that Cass was "dragging this beef from 20 years ago" or "blaming Rapunzel from being kidnapped", you guys really lost the hability to interpret stories. She was abandoned by her biological mother and grew up knowing nothing about her bio family but had that low sense of self worth that she never knew where it came from, probably due to dissociative amnesia which I have experienced and it's awful being traumatized by something you don't remember but then one day something just clickes in your head and you're like "oh.... I was abused that day, how come I didn't remember that.. that's why I can't [do certain thing]" and everything comes crashing down. Zhan Tiri used Cassandra's vulnerability to convince her to take her anger out on Rapunzel, not because she was angry at Rapunzel for being kidnapped, but because Rapunzel makes her feel inferior since she so effortlessly gets the things Cassandra wants; like love, respect, and even her mother, even her mother. EVEN THOUGH Cassandra knew that woman was bad, she is so desperately trying to hold onto the memories she had of her that she tries to find out that in a moment, at least once, she was loved by that woman, trying to hold onto this hope despite the abuse Gothel put them two through, because she's trying SO HARDD to know that her mom loved her, just like how? JUST LIKE HOW ABUSE VICTIMS SOMETIMES DO WITH THEIR ABUSERS. PARENTS OR NOT. I believe this is so clear in the story, I don't get how this fandom doesn't get it. Zhan Tiri was taking advantage from her grudge towards Rapunzel, and once Cass finds out that she was manipulating her in "Once a Handmaiden" she goes to Corona to make amends with Rapunzel, but things didn't turn out the way she planned and because she's still with that awful view of self worth she runs off angry again. Guys HOW in heavens this fandom lost this. EUGENE SAYS IT. HE TELLS ABOUT IT IN THE SHOW 😭😭 he literally explains it

Varian was in the wrong just as much as Cassandra was. They both did stupid things because they were blinded by rage, and don't try to minimize what Varian did as something silly compared to Cassandra using the moonstone, because in season one this was in fact a big danger, since he was the villain of the season, but S3 needed to handle big magic and they needed a worthy enemy to be able to clash with Rapunzel's magical powers.

Rapunzel wasn't the one on command when Varian was arrested, you can notice that most of her friends in the show are ex convicts, redeemed criminals, so Rapunzel believes in giving people a chance, and SHE DID THAT WITH VARIAN IN SEASON 3. Once the king is not being able to rule the kingdom, Rapunzel gets in charge and she sees that Cass had changed her view, she wasn't dangerous anymore, something that didn't happened with Varian because when he was arrested he was still wishing to take revenge on the kingdom so he was STILL considered dangerous. Rapunzel believes in giving people a chance, she believes in redemption arcs, and Cassandra also helped to save the kingdom and the whole world in the end, just like Varian helped to save the kingdom at the start of S3. But alright, let's keep mocking Cassandra and forgetting completely how trauma change a person's mind and can make them not see things the way they are, like it's... trauma?? Search a bit about what is trauma on Google and how it works.

It's crazy for me to keep seeing people saying that stuff because it straight off mocks people with trauma. I'm not even joking. People actuall go through that in real life you know that? Trauma often makes us take stupid decisions and be blinded by a worldview that is not true. Bold of the Tangled The Series writers to assume that their audience could interpret subtext since most of them are teenagers, but with so many kids shows being praised by the way they handle adult topics, I guess the writers subestimated the TTS fandom's hability of missing the point

Watch this one right here, because you have probably watched the "why Varian worked where Cassandra failed" video and that thing is full of stupid bs

*Varian, a 14 year old child who's in an intense amount of grief who has been wronged by a whole kingdom, commits several war crimes*

The kingdom: SEND HIM TO PRISON FOR LIFE!

*Cassandra, a grown woman who's dragging out a beef that happened over 2 decades ago and actively tries to destroy the entire kingdom several times*

The kingdom: Well, she's the princesses best friend, so she's kind of valid, I guess.