#and it's such a good final fight and final occasion for what's probably gonna be kiryu's final solo finale yknow?

[skrunksthatwunk]

FINISHED GAIDEN

[jo6hny]

Hell Week - Hazel Callahan

Pairing: College! Hazel Callahan x College! Reader 

Contains: FLUFF, idiots in love, studying, hazel being the sweetest girl there is, a few kisses here and there

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Finals week is upon you and your girlfriend saves the day. Based on this prompt: "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?”

A/N: i'm gonna take like the smallest break after this bc writer's block is kicking my ass and my week is packed with meetings im so sorry but i'll probs post another fic next week!

The library was buzzing and filled with students this time of the year, you included. Hell week was upon the university and every person was gearing up and praying to gods and entities they believed in. You, however, only prayed to yourself. You didn’t want to put the blame of failing towards a god that probably didn’t care or know about what was happening. Which is why your nose has been buried in between countless textbooks for the past few hours. 

“Oh my god.” You exclaim tiredly as you slam the book in front of you shut. Your eyes burned from all that reading so you decided to close them for just a few minutes, setting an alarm. As your eyes were shut, your other senses heightened in return. Students all around you were buzzing like bees in a hive as they tried to retain information. From afar, your nose could pick up the scent of snacks. Cheesy snacks in particular. This made your stomach growl and you realize that you haven’t gotten a bite to eat in the whole 5 hours you’ve been here. 

The scent of flowers enters your system, masking those of the cheesy snacks. Startled, you open your eyes and see your girlfriend Hazel in front of you with a bouquet in hand as well as a plastic bag. 

“Hello beautiful!” She says excitedly. Both of you haven’t seen each other in a few days due to your need to study for finals. As much as you loved your girlfriend, you also loved getting high grades and appraisal from your peers so you had to sacrifice time away from her. 

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of her. She looked breathtaking. Hazel was wearing her usual get up of baggy pants and a button down polo shirt with kiss mark designs. On her neck was the silver chain you got her for her birthday. Hazel Callahan, a sight for sore eyes. 

“Hi my love, pleasure seeing you here.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows at her. You weren’t supposed to see each other til after finals. Nonetheless, you welcomed her appearance. 

“I know, I just wanted to see you for a bit. I’ll just be dropping these off.” She gestures to the things on her hands. Her left hand has a bouquet of flowers, daisies. Her right had a plastic bag of food and some strawberry milk. 

“And what is that?” You reply, pointing to the flowers. There wasn’t a special occasion, at least not that you remembered. And it wasn’t like you forgot an anniversary, you had quite a good memory. It was something you were proud of and something that was beneficial to your relationship since Hazel tends to forget things easily. 

"I brought you flowers." 

“For what?” 

"There has to be a reason?”

You bite your lip at the sweet gesture from your girlfriend, fighting off a smile. Hazel knew you like the back of her hand. It was like she had developed a sixth sense for your needs. The thought of her going out of her way made you beam with pride. Hazel was seriously the best girlfriend ever and you mean this without exaggeration. 

“I guess not.” You sigh, motioning her to sit beside you on the empty chair. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you missed Hazel too. Your heart yearns for her in every way and she fills your thoughts from morning till night. How could you not miss her presence when she had occupied every state of your being? 

Hazel happily makes her way beside you but not before setting down her gifts on your table. Lucky for the both of you that the table you had was a two seater. You could ogle and flirt with Hazel all you want without having to earn weird stares from people if you shared a table. 

You wasted no time in enveloping the brunette in your arms as she sat down next to you. Taking in her scent, you sigh in content. She smelled like citrus and sunshine. People would expect Hazel to wear masculine perfume because of her appearance but she smelled like citrus. She smelled like the first whiff of a newly peeled orange and of sweet lemonade on a hot summer’s day.  Hazel had a scent that was unique to her own. 

“I’m really glad you’re here.” You murmur as you bury your nose on the crook of her neck. Hazel tightens her arms around you and squeezes you lightly as she does. That was a mannerism she had. Squeezing you lightly as if to confirm that you’re real. You notice that she does it too whenever your hands are intertwined. She would squeeze your hand thrice as if saying I love you. 

“I thought you’d be mad at me, actually.” She mumbled, closing her eyes. Hazel needed this as much as you did. She couldn’t imagine what life was like before you. All the memories she has now centered around you. 

You shake your head, eliciting a giggle from your partner as your hair tickles her chin. 

“Never. I was having such a hard time too. My head hurt and I got hungry.” 

Hazel hummed in response. She already knew that you would get this way as you studied further. She was observant, after all. The brunette girl dedicates most of her time to knowing you and making your life easier. She loves showing you how much she cares and how much she loves you. Hazel wasn’t afraid to express her fondness, especially of you. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The annoying sound of your alarm knocks you out of reality. Time was up and you needed to go back to studying. Unfortunately, this meant that yours and Hazel’s time was up too. You groaned at the thought of separating with her but the grade conscious part of your mind nagged at you. 

“I have to go?” Hazel asks, her tone dejected. You could physically feel your heart cracking as you heard her words. 

“I’m so sorry my love. But I’ll see you tomorrow, how about that?” 

“But I thought we couldn’t see each other til finals were over?”  

“I would break all of my rules for you, Hazel.” You admitted. 

The brunette girl could feel her cheeks warm up at your confession. She nods and kisses your lips chastely. Her eyes sparkled and her mood was uplifted at the thought of seeing you again so soon. 

“Promise you’ll see me again tomorrow?” Hazel stuck her pinky out to you as a way of confirming your promise. 

Linking your pinky with hers, you decide to take it a step further and give her a  kiss to fully seal the deal. 

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Hazel mumbled against your lips. She tasted like orange soda, the only type of soda she would ever drink. Her lips tasted sweet and tangy and very much intoxicating. If you weren’t in the library, you were sure that clothes had been strewn all over minutes ago. 

Breaking off the kiss (much to your dismay), Hazel stands from her seat and pats your head as a goodbye. In return, you take her hand and kiss it farewell. An ache in your heart surfaced as you saw her walking away. Turning back to your table, you take notice of the gifts Hazel brought over. How you managed to snag a girl like that, you didn’t know. But you were grateful to all the gods out there for giving you the sweetest and caring girl ever. No amount of thanks is enough for Hazel’s presence. 

[aj1dordinary]

Chuffed to Bits

A/N: Y’all it’s finally happening, the story is moving along and the love interest is introduced. Also it gets a little angsty, but not too much. When I write, emotions are like whiplash so hope that’s cool. Enjoy!

you sat shrouded in darkness. you found out moments ago that walking was useless as the scenery never changed. every now and again you could hear whispers and know who they were coming from. johnny, kung lao, even liu kang as they wished for your steady recovery. you would answer, but your response echoed out into the unknown. that was until it started to get brighter, and brighter, and —

“5 more minutes, please.” you groan and roll over on a soft surface.

“she’s awake. go alert lord liu kang and the others.” an unknown voice said.

you grab the sheet that you were wrapped in before pulling it over your head in attempts to block out the blinding light peering down on you.

you heard a rush of footsteps barge into wherever you were staying, before the same sheet was ripped away from you.

“hey! i was using tha—“ you were silenced with a warm and fairly tight embrace.

finally coming to your senses, you blinked a few times to clear the gunk from your eyes. blurry vision began to clear, transforming silhouettes into familiar figures.

you first addressed the grown man who hugged you tightly like a toddler.

“johnny, you’re gonna break my ribs at this rate,” but you hugged him back with the same fervor.

“3 days. You left me by myself for 3 days and you know I need adult supervision!”

“3 days?” you question and it seemed like liu kang had answers.

“y/n, i am glad that you are alright. tell us, how do you feel?” liu kang stepped forward.

“honestly, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever,” then the reality of johnny’s words hit you.

“3 DAYS?! I WAS IN A COMA?”

“Something like that.” kenshi’s voice resonated.

you damn near scramble off the bed to reach his side.

“kenny! are you okay?” you grab his arms and forcibly turn him around to get a good look at him. you place your hand on his face when you still see the fabric across his sockets.

“do you even take care of yourself?” he chuckled, before grabbing your arms and lowering them. “honestly though, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever.”

you scrunched your face up, dissatisfied with his response. “but your eye—“

“johnny finally gave me sento, and it has restored my vision, in a way.”

your face straightened out and a wide grin took over instead, you pulled him in for a hug also. “that’s amazing!”

a cough broke you out of it. you turned to the source and saw kung lao whistling and looking around the room. you narrowed your eyes and smiled before walking over and entering an embrace with him also. with your face smashed into his chest, you mumble, “and to what do I grant this occasion?”

“i carried you back all the way like your knight in shining armor and I—

“I think it’s time that we fill you in on what has occurred since your last encounter.” liu kang finished.

in your embrace with kung lao, raiden had come behind and placed a hand on your shoulder, “i’m glad you’re ok, y/n.”

you pull away from lao slowly before you opt to walk beside liu kang. also among the group, you spot syzoth who you wave at before he disappears with baraka and a demonic looking woman.

“well considering we’re back at the monastery, I’m assuming that we snuck back fairly well.”

“um, no.” johnny interjected.

“of course not, without me nothing gets done without a show.” you sigh dejectedly.

they filled you in on how they ran into quan chi and his warriors and with the help of an ex-demon, ashrah, made it out alive. but that wasn’t all, and you had to roll your eyes as johnny made the sound effects for each scene. furthermore, when they made it back to the outworld mainland, had to fight through general shao, li mei, and other member of the army who labeled them as terrorists. only then, did they make it back to Wu Shi before they got you and Kenshi some help.

“well, after you killed those hunters—“

you stopped in your tracks, a bad habit, which caused raiden to bump into you. he catches you before you tumble. you place an arm on his chest to let him know you were ok, but the raging headache said otherwise.

“please don’t remind me.” you whimper.

“okay…” liu kang accepts, but his face scrunches up as he thinks of another way to bring up your new condition.

“how about you tell us how you ran into them the first time?” raiden offers. since he was not there, he needed to be filled in as well.

“i was in the forest trying to meditate as liu requested as a part of my training. but my attention span is only so long so I gave up after a while. heard trouble and went looking for it i guess. got me into an altercation with a big ass tiger. long story short, i guess I let their big game hunt get away.”

“is that why you looked so frazzled when I found you?” raiden asks.

you give him a look and he mutters a “sorry.”

“so you saved a big house cat and got rewarded for it?”

“would this be a bad time to have you look in a mirror?”

johnny and kung lao spoke at the same time.

“huh?”

as you rounded the corner, Kenshi faced you to a mirror that hung on the wall.

“johnny, I so quit.”

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you huddled under the covers as a storm raged outside. it was a true reflection in how you felt on the inside.

upon the discovery of new appendages, you damn near fainted on the spot. this had to be a trick, but as you pulled at them and felt pain, you knew you were condemned to life as a furry. the tail grew from your tailbone and was striped as a tiger’s would be. the triangular ears that moved like a sonar through your locs took in too much noise. your nails, which had been short and brittle for most of your life, had grown long and were sharp in a natural stiletto style. you were reduced to a house cat.

as the thunder boomed in your sensitive ears, you thought back to liu kang and geras’ conclusion.

“it seems like what johnny speculated is true. though I am a god, these forests have been around just as long as I have. there is no telling what is lurking in them. in addition to kung lao’s knowledge of his culture, it is very possible you encountered a spirit who wished to reward you for your tenacity and courage.”

“I did not consent to this.” you whined as you tried to flatten your ears on your head, but they kept popping back up.

“i don’t know, I think it’s kind of cool.” kenshi reached out to run behind your ears. but tigers don’t purr. so to everyone’s amusement and to your displeasure, you chuffed. the minute the sound came out, you slapped his hand away.

“do I have to lecture you about touching black people’s hair?!”

“so what now?” you turned to liu kang who was not doing a good job at hiding how funny he thought your new tendencies were.

“tame the beast.”

so much for that as you trembled as the lightning struck outside. you were formidable earlier in training, as for liu kang who suspected a much larger threat approaching, training was never over. in addition to new appearances and tendencies, it seemed you also took on a few other aspects like strength, agility, and speed.

it wasn’t until you were paired up with kung lao for the umpteenth time that things started to go awry. with your new abilities, kung lao was going to push you to your limits and that he did. he left almost no time to recuperate which left you feeling vulnerable and weak. that was until you felt a tug at your tail and pain shot up your spine as you wailed. it happened all too fast as the wail formed into a growl and rage filled your head. you were present mentally, but you could tell physically you had changed. you look down to see kung lao terrified between your han-, paws? you did not move, not wanting to scare anyone else. kung lao shuffled from beneath your still form. you did not look at him but could sense that he wanted to say something. you couldn’t look at anyone knowing they were most likely looking at you in fear or scrutiny, like you were a bloodthirsty monster. so you ran.

you went to the forest to cool down, slowly feeling your size shrink back to normal. a low grumble made itself known overhead, a storm was approaching.

“y/n! have you guys checked over there?” your ears whirl over to make out the location and the person, johnny. seemingly joined with raiden and liu kang.

“perhaps she is closer to the temple, it’s about to rain.” liu kang declared.

“i’m sure she just needs a little time to process everything.” raiden said in order to convince johnny to come back with them. johnny let out a defeated sigh before his footsteps got farther away. a raindrop hit you on the cheek, though you almost couldn’t tell with your tears.

you didn’t want to get rained on, surely as a cat, it would be the last thing you wanted. so with your agility and soft footsteps, you leaped from tree to tree, eventually from rooftop to rooftop before you made it back to your assigned room undetected. just as you entered, it started to pour which is where you are now.

under the sheets, left by yourself to face the storm.

knock, knock.

whoever it was didn’t wait for a response before slowly opening the door. however, once all the way open, let out a somewhat excited sigh at the sight of a lump under the covers.

“johnny is going crazy right now and we left a blind man to try and calm him down.”

kung lao, though you didn’t respond. however, your stomach did when the smell of food wafted into your now superior nostrils.

“you missed dinner, so I was gonna leave it by the door, but the wet footsteps told me you might be here.”

“you? not devouring the plate on the way here? maybe you’ve gained some self restraint after all.” you mumble as your face was smashed into the pillow.

lao chuckled before approaching the bed.

“could you atleast look at me when I say this?”

your tail swirled with interest and you raise your face out of the pillow just enough to peak at him.

“all the way.” he crossed his arms. you sigh before picking yourself up and pushing back the blankets. your tail snakes around you for self comfort before you look at him.

“i’m sorry.”

“not your fault.” your eyes went back to the floorboards, already feeling the tears well up.

“but it is. i accidentally pulled your tail and caused you to lash out. i totally would’ve understood if you scratched me to ribbons.”

“don’t say that! that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted!” you throw yourself back into the pillow.

“okay, okay. wrong phrasing. all i’m saying is that I take full responsibility for the way you reacted. i’m not hurt by it, no one else is hurt by it, so you shouldn’t be.”

you felt the bed dip and the plate clink against the nightstand.

“you know, my mom always did tell me if I kept messing with the cat, I would get scratched.”

“shut up.”

“okay.”

another loud boom of thunder had you grasping for the covers again.

“can you tell raiden to turn this thing off.” you try to jest as if you weren’t scared.

kung lao didn’t respond, so you turn your face to see what was up. he was staring at your hand which had his shirt bunched up in it instead of the covers. you squeak and push him off the bed as you pull back the covers and get under them again. not only scared, but embarrassed.

“I should probably leave and let you eat. raiden’s gonna question where I am if I don’t get back by curfew.” he stumbles over his words.

“you’re gonna go out there?”

it was coming down so hard that you couldn’t even see out the window. the wind was howling and the sky was dark. it was a really bad storm.

another growl from your stomach made you reach for the plate king Lao brought you. the bite mark in the chicken let you know lao’s self restraint was not as strong as you had thought it was. you still began to eat anyway.

“yeah, maybe not.”

“stay here.” “ok.”

the benefit to being the only woman in a monastery was that you got almost an entire wing to yourself.

you finish as kung lao finished making a pallet on the floor from the extra cushions he found in the closet.

he was just about to lay down when you threw a pillow at him.

“what was that for?” he feigned pain as he rubbed his head.

“are you seriously sleeping on the floor?

“yeah. why?”

“your back’s gonna be in knots in the morning.”

“as a thanks for bringing food, you can get ‘em out in the morning.”

“see I was gonna offer you a spot in the bed, but your mouth ruined it.” you end the conversation by turning away from him and getting real comfortable under the sheets.

“wait—“

“nope.” you cut it as you sigh contentedly.

“please?”

you hiss through your teeth and roll over only to be met with his form towering over you with a blanket and a pillow in his grasp. to makeup for the stutter in your heartbeat, you roll your eyes, but move over nonetheless.

the bed dips again but much heavier since he put his entire weight on it. you can feel his back touching you as he respectfully turns the other way. the storm is still going strong outside and there is a comfortable silence between you. surely, you thought, kung Lao is the type to go to sleep fast as your ears flutter hearing his breath even out.

but then another flash of lightning through the window followed by a bang of thunder makes you quickly toss the other way, now staring at kung Lao’s back. he must’ve felt the shifting because he sleepily reaches a hand back, feeling for you, before he pulls you closer to him. for comfort, you place an arm around his middle.

you’re still as you process your next move. he’s definitely sleep again, his back expanding and collapsing at an even pace. you find yourself matching the pace. he’s extremely warm too. you try hard to not press into him further as if you were attempting to steal that quality from him. you nose is close to the back of his neck and you can smell the hint of soap, but also the musk of the earth that reminded you that he was a farmer before this life.

you hadn’t even noticed how low your eyelids had dropped or that the storm was passing, giving way to the night sky and the stars. you decided not to fight against the drowsiness before succumbing to sleep. kung Lao had that stupid smirk plastered on his face even in his sleep as he heard and felt the reverberation of chuffing behind him.

[matcha-narancia]

Can i request hcs for the cruasaders(minus iggy) having a small and sweetheart s/o but their stand is literally a terrifying 9ft tall kuchisake onna( the slith-mouth women)

This is from ghostwire tokyo and sorry for low quality pic i couldn't find a good one

The Crusaders with an S/O who’s Sweet and Small but has a Terrifying Stand

𝐀/𝐍: First off, thank you for the request love! The idea is really cool and I hope you enjoy this request!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Some spoilers for Part 3!

Jotaro Kujo

- To be honest, I feel like Jotaro wouldn’t be too shocked about your stand. Surprised, yes, but not shocked. From the moment he met you, he sensed there was a strength you had that you had yet to show him, and he was glad to finally see it when you first brought out your stand!

- He’s actually quite interested in your stand, too! He finds it interesting you possess such a stand with your stature and personality, and he’s glad you have it! You decided to join them on their crusade, and he already knew you were strong to begin with, so having your stand too will help them a lot!

- He’ll definitely tease about it on occasion, but is genuinely happy when you two get to team up and take down a stand user. You both enjoy confusing your opponent and making them think they’ve got the upper hand before revealing your stands and making them think again.

Noriaki Kakyoin

- Kakyoin is definitely surprised to see your stand! You, his sweet and small beloved, wielding such terrifying power in the form of a kuchisake onna, it was hard not to gasp aloud when he first saw it!

- Kakyoin does get over this shock however, and while interested in it, he’s also just a bit terrified too. He knows you can keep it under control, but he’s heard stories about them from his classmates, and can’t help but feel a little scared too. You reassure him though that she’s alright, and it helps him! Kakyoin hopes to get over this fear as you all travel together, and he does!

- You two are able to combine your stands efficiently too! Kakyoin distracts enemies with Hierophant Green’s emeralds, and your stand goes in for an attack while they’re busy fighting them off! You’ve taken down many opponents this way, with make a great team!

Jean Pierre Polnareff 

- The first time you brought your stand out, Polnareff thought it belonged to another stand user, and threw his arms around you saying Silver Chariot would protect you. However, with a nervous laugh, you let him know the Kuchisake onna was your own, and his jaw dropped. 

- I imagine he’s very openly terrified at first, but grows used to it over time! In the beginning whenever you bring it out he actually cowers behind you, but the more and more you bring it out, he starts to recognize it and even look forward to it coming out! After all, he knows whenever it does, it means you two are gonna fight some stand users together!

- And speaking of fighting, you two work on ways to combine your stands and come up with effective techniques! Like the others, this usually involves one of you fighting first, and the other taking the stand user by surprise with that of your own.

Muhammad Avdol

- Avdol actually isn’t too surprised when you bring out your stand in front of him for the first time. You had told him stories about it beforehand, and though it’s slightly different from what he envisioned, he finds it quite interesting!

- Avdol is a man always interested in learning about culture and its aspects. When fighting with your stands, you take the time to tell him about her, and how you unlocked her too! Avdol listens intently, and usually follows up your tellings with more questions of his own! He’s very curious!

- And of course, your fighting together leads to you both developing somewhat of a technique! Whether your stands are coming out together, or one after the other, Avdol lets you know him and Magician’s Red have your back should any foe hurt you!

Joseph Joestar

- And finally Joseph, who I will admit was probably the most terrified of all the crusaders when you allows your Kuchisake onna to appear. He immediately screamed and ran behind you, yelping about how terrifying it was. However, with a laugh you patted his shoulder and told him she’ll only attack your enemies.

- He takes a while to get used to your stand... and oftentimes you’ll have to fight alone since Hermit Purple can’t really do too much offensive damage, but you make do! Even if he is terrified, Joseph slowly gets over his fears, and eventually its your stand that takes an interest in him! Whenever its out it’ll act really sweet and shy around him, much in contrast to how it takes down your opponents!

- You two manage to find an effective strategy, with Joseph using his stand to bind and hold enemy stand users while you bring out your Kuchisake onna to deal the final blows! In the end, whoever you’re up against are left terrified, and you two are left standing proud after a battle!

↳ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♡

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 5)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

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The time comes, Hogwarts is under fire; Harry Potter has been cornered. The death eaters have assembled a battalion on the outskirts of the school. It’s been surrounded by a protection charm, the people inside are prepared to fight.

When Voldemort calls Rosanna and Draco to the front lines, they know it's time. One final decision, one last sacrifice.

"Rosanna, Draco, come." The dark lord purrs, motioning them away from the group, away from Lucius and Narcissa. "I have a rather special task for you."

"Yes, my lord." Draco answers, but as always, Voldemort is fixated on Rosanna.

"You knew the Potter boy. He may still hold affections for you," The noseless man whispers. "There's something I need from inside the school. You are trusted, and therefore, you must get it for me. Draco, would you accompany her? Make sure she doesn’t run into trouble." Or cause it.

"My pleasure." Draco nods, putting a protective arm around her.

"What are we looking for?" Ro asks, shakily.

Voldemort's mouth twists into a grin, "Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem."

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They enter Hogwarts, largely unnoticed, in the chaos. The room of requirement appearing with ease, and they shuffle inside.

Taking a long look around the room, Rosanna sighs, "piece of cake." It’s cluttered from floor to ceiling, wall to wall.

Draco runs his fingers over the plat in her hair, reaching the middle of her back. "You say that like we're in a hurry." He replies, just as sarcastically.

"Wanna tell me what the hell a diadem is?" She takes a step toward the nearest pile of items.

"Tiara," he motions to his head, as if placing a crown.

"Does everybody dump something in here?" Ro scowls, turning over a dark oak box.

"Good a place as any."

"If we find it, we'll need something to destroy it." She reminds him, "I think Harry used some kind of tooth to get rid of the diary?"

"Basilisk fang," Draco's heard the story on more than one occasion. "Can’t easily get our hands on one of those."

"Good thing we have one." Harry says, stepping out of the shadows.

Rosanna turns to her old friend. "Shit, Harry. How long were you standing there?”

"Long enough to be sure you were still you.” Harry half smiles. “S'good to see you, Ro."

Hermione steps around, meeting Rosanna in the middle and holding fast. "Are you alright?"

"Can't complain," Rosanna says, as they finally break apart.

Ron greets her next, "getting a bit round through the middle, don't you think?" He chuckles, squeezing her shoulders. "Might want to lay off the sweets."

"Shut up." Rosanna grins.

"Malfoy's been taking care of you?" Harry approaches last, embracing her for a beat.

"What kind of back handed question is that, Potter?" Draco snarks.

"As much as we’ve all missed your banter, there’s work to do." The pregnant woman reiterates. "We're looking for-"

"Lost diadem of Ravenclaw?" Harry offers.

Rosanna nods.

"Brilliant," Ron says, "you guys are with us then?"

"For now, Weaslebee." Draco replies.

The group spreads out to cover more ground.

"What will happen if you don't return with it?" Hermione pulls another chair from the pile.

"Nothing good." Malfoy grumbles. "Is this the last one then? Horcrux?"

"That and his snake." Harry can hear the diadem hissing, like the other horcruxes, they must be getting close.

"If we play our cards right, we could still get close enough." Rosanna gnaws the inside of her cheek. "Kill Nagini."

"Then you'll be killed, awful idea, Ro." Hermione chastises.

"I've accepted the fact that I'm probably gonna die." Rosanna confesses, still searching through the odds and ends.

"Hey, no one's dying tonight but him." Ron replies, with fierce determination. "We didn't come this far to lose it all now."

Draco and Harry are silent in their work, Harry understands that Rosanna is onto something. He is also in acceptance of his own untimely demise.

Draco on the other hand, is still tempted to take Ro and run. Let the chips fall where they may. He has enough stashed away, they could live comfortably, some place no one would look for them.

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They destroy the diadem and head their separate ways.

Rosanna and Draco coming across a death eater standing over a disarmed Fred Weasley. It isn’t anyone they recognize, only the higher ups were invited to meetings at Malfoy Manner.

Rosanna deals the woman a confundus charm.

"Thanks, Ro." Fred says, collecting his wand.

"Don't mention it," she taps his arm. Still his kid brother's annoying friend, who shows up to eat on major holidays. "Seriously, I’m not supposed to be here."

The red head zips his lips with a grin.

Navigating the castle, with Rosanna one week short of her due date, is a nightmare. However most woman go over the nine month mark, which is a comfort to both them.

"Everything's gone to shit." Draco bites out. His dark mark has gone from twinging, to outright burning. Voldemort is attempting to summon him. "It's time we get you out of here."

"Draco," Rosanna grabs his elbow. "I can't leave."

"You've chosen a side, you've helped find the diadem, seen it destroyed. Potter is a shoe in." Draco wants, more than anything, to just take her. Hating him be damned, so long as she's alive to hate him.

Unbidden, Voldemort's voice pierces the veil of their minds to deliver a message. They have one hour to hand Harry over, or he will take him by force, killing anyone who stands in the way.

"We have to find Harry." Ro says, as soon as Voldemort stops crooning in her ears.

"Potter told you to keep away from him until the time is right; until the end. If the dark lord catches wind that we've helped him-"

"He's gonna give himself up." If Harry dies, they lose.

"Granger and Weasley will sort it out. Strictly from a strategic stand point; there are times you must to lose the battle, to win the war. If there is part of the prophecy you must still answer, you must survive long enough to answer it." Draco reasons, tucking her safely behind a nearby pillar.

"Draco... I don't want to die. I don't want you to die. But more than that, I know I can't live in a world where Voldemort is in power. I can't bring a child into it. I'm sorry if that's selfish." The words leave an awful taste in her mouth, but she means them; to the core of her being.

"You're not selfish." Draco murmurs, sick to his stomach.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" She whispers, clearly her words upset him.

"Because I am." He runs his knuckles over her jawline. "I want you to live, more than I want him die." Draco confesses.

Rosanna sighs, wrapping her arms around him. "Stay with me, till the end?"

Draco nods, desperately returning the embrace. Burying his nose in her hair, taking all of her in; and then letting all of her go.

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"Harry Potter is dead," Voldemort announces.

The mass of death eaters behind him rejoice. Hagrid is among them, restrained by a rope necklace, held in several different directions. Harry's limp body in his arms.

"From now on, you put your faith in me." Voldemort smiles, proudly. "Those who wish to join me, declare yourselves. Those who are unwilling, prepare to meet your end."

Draco's fingers twitch against Rosanna's, maybe if he holds her tight enough...maybe if he just loves her enough, he can keep her safe.

"Draco," Lucius hisses, extending his hand. "Come on, don't be foolish."

"Sweetheart." Narcissa chimes in, when he make no move to join them.

Where you go, I go.

Where you go, I go.

And no one moves.

"Insolent fools! Can’t you see? You’ve already lost.” Voldemort shouts, sending a curse their way. It ricochets off the wand Draco is wielding, a replacement for he one he’d given Harry back at the manor.

Voldemort begins to laugh, the death eaters join in his hysteria.

It's no secret that Draco isn't the strongest wizard, despite his pure blood heritage. He's never been as skilled as Rosanna, who could cast nonverbal spells. Draco himself is shocked.

"I'd like to say something." Neville limps forward from the group, delivering a speech that will not soon be forgotten. Ending with him drawing the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat.

Harry flops, like a fish, onto the cement at Hagrid's feet.

This is it. This is their chance.

"Potter!" Draco calls, tossing his wand.

Voldemort fires a string of curses Harry's way, causing the walls to crumble around him.

"Get inside the castle!" McGonagall instructs the still cheering students.

Harry Potter is alive.

"Are you ok?" Rosanna demands, tugging at Draco's sleeve as they rush past the door frame.

"I'm fine, are you alright?” He counters.

“Yeah,” Rosanna tries to catch her breath, as they continue their brisk pace farther into the castle.

"We need to sort out what to do about wands. We only have yours, if we run into trouble-"

"If?" A voice from behind Draco startles him.

"What are you doing here?" Draco demands of his father, Narcissa beside him.

"My son and grandchild are in danger, where else would I be?" Lucius asks, in a clipped tone.

"But you-"

"Not everything is black and white." Draco's father reminds him.

"I suppose it's not, Lucius." A tall, raven haired, man says. Wand poised at his former ally. "Didn’t take you for a traitor. A sniveling coward perhaps, but never a traitor."

The death eaters lock in a duel.

"We need to find Nagini." Rosanna insists. Hermione and Ron were looking for the snake too; before they got separated in the crowd.

"Go," Narcissa nods, "we'll hold them off as best we can."

Draco exchanges a look with his mother. "Thank you."

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They spot Nagini on the staircase, slithering toward the courtyard.

"I've gotta get closer." Rosanna says, taking the stairs as fast as her legs allow.

"Come again?" Draco growls, keeping her pace.

"Cover me." She insists, stuffing her wand into his hand; leaving him to tend the two death eaters that follow them.

"You have no wand." Draco turns his back to her reluctantly, blocking a spell. "Nine months bloody pregnant." He tosses his own hex as he scolds her. "And you want to get closer to the giant snake?"

It is possible to channel magic without a wand, but that is advance spell casting, far beyond anything they’d been taught in school.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Rosanna says, with conviction, and for a solid second, Nagini is suspended in midair; before plummeting back onto the staircase, with a sickening thud.

"Rosanna, I swear-" Draco is cut off, as the man to his right narrowly misses Rosanna with the killing curse. The green light hitting Nagini instead. Unfortunately, the snake cannot be so easily killed. "She is," expelliarmus, "a piece," stupefy, "of work," crucio. "But she is my piece of work." Avada Kedavra.

"Didn't think you had it in you." The remaining man chuckles, "your father never had the stomach."

"I'm not my father." Draco doesn't owe anymore explanation.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Rosanna tries a second time. The snake is pulled back toward her, snapping at her face, before being whirled up into the air. Her entire body trembling with the effort. Unlike using a wand as a conduit, she herself has become the vessel through which the magic is harnessed.

"Ro!" Ron calls, racing down the stairs, past Draco, with Hermione in tow.

"Tell me you’ve still got the tooth." Rosanna replies.

"How are you doing that without a wand?" Hermione asks. Few wizards or witches can perform wandless magic that reaches their desired outcome.

"Not very well," Rosanna can feel herself weakening.

"We've got it from here." Ron assures her, leading the snake away.

Rosanna collapses as the spell is broken, falling unceremoniously onto her ass.

"Don't move." Draco warns, finishing off the older man, before joining her. "You can't do that to me. I couldn't get to you, if something would've happened, there was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry." She understands, if roles were reversed she'd be pissed too.

Draco checks her over, throughly. "You look like hell."

"Thanks," she huffs a laugh.

"Bloodshot eyes, ghostly pale, your lips have no color." Draco presses two fingers to the pulse point at her neck. "Weakened pulse, heavy eyelids. You're going to faint, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so." Rosanna relaxes into him.

He chuckles, stroking hairs away from her clammy forehead. “That is what being a hero gets you. Sweaty and unconscious on a staircase.”

"Is she dead?" Narcissa sees the girl cradled in his lap, making a beeline for her son. "Draco is she-"

"Don't sound so concerned mother, she's merely over exerted herself." Draco tells her and his father.

"I'm fine." Rosanna argues, pitifully.

"You look like hell." Lucius gasps, taking a good look at the girl.

"I'm aware." She rolls her eyes, and the world goes black.

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Rosanna comes to at the Manor, now in a pale blue cap sleeve night gown. The room is still, Draco in the arm chair, his head resting on the bed beside her. She passes a hand over his hair, not wanting to disturb him, but needing him to know she's there.

He shifts, lifting his head to see her.

"How long was I out?" She asks, tentatively.

"Nearly a day." Now Draco looks like hell.

"You ok?" Ro asks.

"Mhm." He hums, low in his throat.

"No, you’re not." She knows him.

"What gave me away?" Draco raises his brows.

"It rolls off you in waves." Rosanna notes.

His jaw ticks, "I've never been good hiding it, not with you anyway. But I suspect you know that."

She nods.

"I love you more than I should." He says, turning his gaze out the window. "Surely it's not supposed to feel like this."

"How does it feel?" She frowns.

"Like it'll kill me...like I can't live without it;" he lets out a shaky breath, "without you."

"I don't know what it's 'supposed' to feel like." She purses her lips. "But I can tell you, that's exactly what loving you feels like."

Draco climbs into the bed. Tangling their legs, her head resting on his chest, fingers carding her strawberry blonde locks. "Stay with me forever.”

"Where you go, I go." Ro presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Let me up a minute," he taps her shoulder. "I understand that diamonds are traditional," his voice is slightly muffled, as he shuffles through the bedside table for the box. "Seeing as we're hardly traditional-" He turns back to her. "Sapphires represent faithfulness and sincerity."

The box springs open, revealing a beautiful, deep blue, pear shaped, sapphire ring with a diamond halo.

Rosanna is speechless.

"You'd like a diamond..." Draco trails off.

"No, Draco, I love it." Rosanna shakes her head, extending a hand to him.

He slides the ring onto her left finger, pressing his lips to it.

Rosanna holds her hand at arms length, between them. "What do you think?"

"Perfect."

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Labor sneaks up on Rosanna. It’s fast and slow. Everything happens all at once, or seemingly nothing happens at all.

She is nervous and wishes her mother could be there, but Draco is more than enough. Supporting her, making her comfortable; assuring her that she can do this, every time it feels like she can’t.

Narcissa returns with Rosanna’s mother, just in time to meet their granddaughter.

The moment the tiny baby draws breath, the sacred twenty-eight pure blood families, become the sacred twenty-seven. Just as importantly, not a single person in the room cares.

"Good job, baby, good job." Dixie leans down to kiss her daughter's head.

"Oh my god," Rosanna sobs, as the squealing infant is placed on her chest. "Hi honey, hi."

Draco is still in shock, frozen behind her. He doesn't dare move, for fear he might come out of his skin.

"It's a girl," the midwife says, in disbelief. Ten generations of Malfoy, never a single girl.

"She's beautiful, sweetheart. Well done." Narcissa says, after a long pause, stroking Rosanna's sweat damp hair, affectionately.

"She?” Rosanna can't believe her ears. “Are you sure?"

"That's right, my darling girl, you have a daughter. Draco," Narcissa turns her eyes to her son, who still has his arms twined almost too tightly around Rosanna. "It's alright." She assures him, "you can let go now."

Draco tentatively moves a hand to the baby in her arms.

She's covered by a thin blanket, through the blood, he can see hair peeking through.

“Lots of light hair, just like Daddy.”

Immediately he's moved to tears, chin resting on Rosanna's shoulder.

She turns her head to kiss his cheek. "Doing ok back there?"

"Perfect." There's so much more he wants to say, but he can't find the words.

Ro relaxes, into the crook of Draco's shoulder. "I still like Leo.”

He presses his lips to her temple. "Leo it is." Draco agrees.

The older women begin trickling out of the room, leaving the couple and their daughter to rest.

Lucius and Rosanna’s father are waiting, impatiently at the end of the hall. Lucius springs to his feet, from the arm chair, at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Why was the midwife holding out on pain potions? You'd have thought she was being tortured up there."

"Rosanna's fine," Narcissa assures him, "sleeping."

"And the baby?" Archer asks, his foot bouncing on the wood floor.

"Beautiful, a little girl." Dixie tells her husband, feeling herself choke up a bit.

"A girl," Lucius' lips twitch. "Does my granddaughter have a name?"

"She's not yours," Archer seethes.

"I've just as much claim to her as you do." Lucius squares his shoulders, indignantly. "Draco fathered her."

"Under duress!" Archer moves to stand. "Soon as she's awake, I'm taking my daughter home."

"What about Rosanna? What about what she wants?" Narcissa asks.

"You think you know what Ro wants?" Dixie cuts her off. "I've only raised her from birth, but go ahead and tell me what she wants."

"She wants to be with Draco, with their daughter. She wants to be a proper family and to-"

"To what?" Archer bites out.

"To finish school... she misses quidditch, she wants to be with her friends. Believe it or not, I care a great deal for your Rosanna. She's not what I imagined for our son, or even what I wanted, but she's what he needs." She draws in a breath. "It's a fool’s errand, trying to keep them apart."

“She’s coming home with us.”

"Rosanna’s of age." Lucius points out. "You have no hold on her."

"The hell I don't, she's my little girl!" Archer lunges at him. "My baby, not yours!"

"I am sorry for what's happened, but it cannot be undone." Narcissa says, staring down at the floor.

Lucius hopes to be a better Grandfather, than he was a father. Maybe he and Draco could still make amends. "We must set aside whatever animosity there is between us, and do right by our children. Do right by their daughter."

"Leo," Dixie tells him, extending an olive branch, against her better judgement. "Her name is Leo."

Part 6

[theworldvsyoshiko]

So, the current state of affairs...

The settlement's in pretty much its final shape. A few of the original buildings are still hanging around, but they're almost solely used for utility.

All the living area stuff is clustered around the rec hall. Everyone's got their very own Extremely Impressive bedroom, except the Thavon/Josefin/Payne polycule, who still share one. Still in the process of making rugs for all of them. Toward the right is the new hospital, and past that, the new guest rooms. There are now six paid guest rooms of roughly the same quality as the ones the actual members have, and the old rec room has been converted to free/cheap shared guest rooms. 18 guest beds, 8 hospital beds, and 4 prisoner beds, and at times most of those are full.

There's also a kill pacification-of-new-friends box to the south, since everything's walled in now. Apart from the spotlight, those are all tranq turrets off to the right. The lack of traps + lack of battle animals or mechs + use of nonlethal weapons means that fights are still pretty dicey in here, even with the raid difficulty set at like 50%.

Out of the 22 factions on the planet, 5 are allies, 5 more are neutral, and the rest are hostile. Not bad progress. Unfortunately, one of the factions...

... is perma-hostile, and can't be reasoned with. Nothing I've been able to do by fucking around in dev mode or anything can change this, so I think that probably Bandits don't have a generator for non-hostile pawns. Some other groups are like that, and thus can never be non-hostile. I thought I'd disabled them all at the game start, but guess I missed one.

So the Dancing Flock is gonna bring peace to the planet apart from these very stubborn bandits.

Aelanna "Anna" Cessara

Still not much to say about her. Anna spends all day cooking, gardening, and doctoring. Anna and Josefin have been close friends pretty much the entire time, and if it weren't for the penalties for non-human anatomy, they'd definitely be banging by now. Josefin is literally her only friend.

Josefin Xiontara

Just look at her. With 18 Shooting, an archotech arm, and the Askbarn bonuses, she's great in a shootout on the rare occasion that she gets to use an actual weapon. As it is she just makes masterwork furniture all day. You'd think that with double passion for Crafting she'd be great at it by now, but this group's needed so much construction that it's just about a full-time job.

Josefin actually gets along really well with almost everyone. She doesn't even hold a grudge against Saio for her still-broken nose. However, there's one exception: Sonia. That sassy little brat can't get enough of insulting her.

Erika Belsaas

She's now the group's Scalpelizer, their official super-doctor, so she's pretty much running the hospital. That, research, and getting high accounts for pretty much her entire day.

Similarly to Josefin, Erika likes everyone. Unlike Josefin, almost nobody likes her back that much. Erika really likes insulting people. Not sure what that's about, since there's no reason she should. But, while Erika considers about half the group to be her friends, only two of them actually think of her as a friend back. Presumably everybody else isn't fond of being compared to ungainly animals by a stoned moose.

Stork Saio

Saio's still the group's official artist, and he's damn good at it. (Apart from the Really Nice Pants incident.) He's pretty much constantly making sculptures these days. His melee skill... well, he still gets to use it sometimes, but I try to keep him and Payne out of combat when I can. They're too kill-y.

Saio only really likes Payne and Josefin, and barely has an opinion on anybody else. This includes Trav, who's his lone romantic option as a gay guy. For now, at least.

Thavon Rovon

Being the local mechanitor really should be a big deal, but this isn't a group that has a lot of use for, say Centipede Blasters. I probably should start progressing through the mechtech tree a bit, though. Thavon's melee skill is pointless. She's the group's second-best crafter, so she gets saddled with making a lot of the 'it's nice to have quality but I don't really care' stuff like clothes, and she trades off research duties with Erika.

Thavon's married to Payne, of course. Thavon's up there with Josefin in being pretty close with the whole group. ... except Josefin. Somehow these two have shared a bedroom and Payne for like half a year and they have basically no opinion of each other. I'd blame the fact that Josefin's always running around doing construction and Thavon spends all day in the workshop, but... so does Payne.

Willow Payne

20 melee hell yeah. Also, in addition to the combat aura and flight powers, Nephilim also have Lay On Hands, which is an instant wound-mending, similar to the one Sanguophages get. That's been such a fucking godsend for this whole hospital thing, because somebody can walk in half-dead and Payne just zaps them back into one piece. Payne's good at enough stuff that she stays pretty busy.

Married to Thavon, sleeping with Josefin, etc. Payne is so fucking pretty that most of the colony loves her, but she's only fond of a few people in return. And, she's the one person to outright hate someone. She cannot stand Saio. -41 relationship. She'd get a mood boost if he died. I think they have general low compatibility, but the two also got into a fight a while back. Since they're two melee monsters, it did not go well for anybody involved, and Payne ended up on the floor with about half her bones broken. She's holding a grudge.

Travis "Trav" Roth

Trav... isn't good at a lot, but another shooter is nice, and his weird fox powers are pretty handy in combat. The Animals skill would be great, if this group had any use for war animals. As it is, I've assigned Trav to handle the group's Gauranlen tree. It makes little fighty plant guys, don't worry about it. Getting some melee tanks out of it. Anyway yeah he spends about 6 hours a day pruning a magical tree because he isn't good at much else.

Trav's got it rough. He considers Payne, Thavon, and Anna to be friends, but none of them like him in return. The only person who does consider him a friend is somebody that Trav moderately dislikes.

Sonia Pseugite

Listen... she's 11. She's working on it. She got garbage growth at 10, thanks to showing up when she was already partway through that age bracket. She also got intensely unlucky though--she hit 10 right when she was literally about 20 in-game minutes away from ticking up to the next growth level, which would have given her another passion. As it is... I gave her a gun and she's been pitching in as a junior nurse, so hopefully some day she'll be good at something except digging. Right now she's like some kind of mole racial stereotype.

Sonia really likes Payne. Literally nobody likes Sonia. Nobody really hates her either. Not sure why that is. She's new, but she's not that new, compared to...

Luis "Silver" Vital

Okay look yes I never announced Silver when he showed up. He arrived here as a pirate, and a 7-flame Genie who was only a teenager was just too good to pass up. I mean, that Crafting is the main draw though. As soon as he arrived I put him in charge of making charge weapons for everyone who can shoot. They don't need them often, but when they need to fight, they need actual guns.

Despite being a socially-inept newcomer, Silver's friends with most of the group already. He's even the closest thing Sonia has to a friend.

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 8

Summary: The boys meet Jordan at the boardwalk for a night out, but before they can start she has to run an errand at the comic shop. After that they get into a squabble involving Bixby which makes Jordan second guess what she originally thought of the boys. That is until Marko steps in...

This is a longer chapter and I'm gonna try to make all of them longer from now on.

Chapter 7 <<< >>> Chapter 9

TW// None

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Jordan is fixing herself up in the mirror for her meet with the boys tonight. She threw on something a little more classy for the night, not too classy, but a nice middle ground.. Her mother sees her getting ready and tosses a question at her.

“You sure look fancy, what’s the occasion?” Jordan looks at her a little surprised and thinks about what she’s going to say.

“Um, I’m going out.” She stares blankly at her mother who already knows that she’s not being all too honest.

“Going where, exactly?” Jane places her hands on her hips in the standard mom way while Jordan avoids her gaze.

“Somewhere…” She adjusts her headband pretending to look busy.

“Alone or-wait, Jordan…have you met someone?” She watches her intensely.

“No ma! It’s not a date. I’m just…testing the waters as they say.” She reluctantly looks at her.

“Jordan I thought you swore off dating or doing anything like that? You do remember what happened right?” Jordan sighs, she remembers all too well and she’s tired of her parents reminding her.

“Who wouldn’t? Of course I do. I’m just…” She leans on the sink and rubs her eyes as she’s fighting tears of frustration. 

“I’m not mad, sweetie I just don’t want to have any more repeats of what happened.” She places a gentle hand on Jordan’s shoulder.

“I don’t either, I’m just tired of running. If I can’t move forward, I’m never gonna feel better. This could be my chance to achieve my goal of finding the right person to spend my life with. I know what to look out for, so I will keep myself in check this time around.” She finally stands up straight and relaxes.

“Well, please watch out. And stay safe.” She placed a hand onto Jordan's face affectionately. 

“I will. Love you ma.” Jordan made her way downstairs and out the door shutting it behind her.

“Love you too.”

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At the boardwalk, Marko anxiously waited by his bike for Jordan to arrive. He kept chewing on his fingers and Paul took notice. 

“Hey dude, relax. She’ll show up, if you keep eating you won’t have enough room for dinner.” Paul gestured at Marko who swiftly removed his finger from his mouth and started bouncing his leg instead.

“What if she doesn’t.” Marko frantically looks around until Dwayne taps his shoulder. “What?” Dwayne points down the boardwalk and sees her looking for them. 

“Go get her tiger, this is all you.” Dwayne smiles and shoves him forward and Marko stumbles off..

“You got this man!” Paul whoops and hollers at Marko causing a scene thus David smacks him on the back of the head to shut him up.

Marko walks towards her and collects himself by slicking his hair back and repositioning his jacket. She catches sight of him and smiles which Marko takes as a good sign.

“Glad you could make it tonight. I will say you're making me feel underdressed.” He gestures at her outfit.

“Have you seen yourself? You look like my late grandma’s bed sheets.” She pointed at his get up. “Besides, I ruined my clothes from last night’s squabble so I had no choice.”

“Whatever, so what do you wanna do tonight? Marko leaned on the railing while he waited for an answer.

“Well I have to do something real quick. I need to head to Frog comics to look for something. My dad lended me some cash to get him a comic book. He’s kinda getting into them so he just said to buy him something he would probably like. Marko winced.

“Ah, I see.” Marko started chewing his thumb anxiously.

“Something wrong?” Jordan tilted her head curiously. “If you’re not up for it then I can just go alone-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m no puss.” Marko speaks confidently despite the fact he can feel David staring daggers at him.

“Marko don’t fucking do it.” David intrudes his mind and Marko quickly leads Jordan aways from the area towards the comic store.

“Sorry about that, David just doesn’t like me going there. Those kids hate us.” Marko apologizes to Jordan.

“Is it because you’re a “bloodsucker”?” Jordan puts up air quotes to make her point. “Yeah I get it, they don’t like me either. When I first moved here they were lecturing me about vampires and such. I didn’t believe them at the time.”

“You must feel stupid now?” Marko smirked at her.

“Definitely. But I still don't really care to be honest.”

“Do they know you’re a vampire?” Marko questioned.

“Not yet. They always suspect innocent people as vampires while the actual vampires run free.”

“Why would you even keep going to them? What if they plot against you or something?” Marko recalled what they had done to him and his brothers the previous year. They have reached a truce at this point so only god knows what will happen after he walks back in.

“I’m not afraid of some kids, Marko. Unless Rambo is their dad then I ain’t got nothing to worry about.” She walks into the store and starts searching, taking her sweet time. Marko staggers at the entrance thinking. “She's right, they're just a bunch of stupid kids. I’m not a punk. They can’t get me twice.”

After walking in Marko sees Jordan already talking to the brothers, and as Marko walks up, they stop and stare at him. The boy with the headband questions Jordan as she sifts through some comics oblivious to their dismay.

“That’s who you’re with? He’s bad news, don’t you know?” He tries getting her attention.

“Oh really Edgar, mind telling me why?” She still doesn’t look.

The other brother drops the news completely dumbfounded. “He’s a shit sucking vampire! That’s why!”

Marko immediately snaps “Shut up!

Jordan looks through a superman comic and simply says. “Alright Alan, and why is that a problem?” 

“Vampires are a very threat to your life, and humanity as we know it. I thought we made it very clear?” Edgar pulls the comic down from her face and looks her dead in the eyes. She just stares at him with a faint smile on her face.

“Well if he sucks me dry then that’s my problem.” She puts the comic back and continues searching. But a new voice pulls her from her search once again and she sighs tired of the interruption.

“You can’t be serious right? We’ve told you about what happened in ‘87 right? How bloodsuckers trashed my house and his buddies were responsible.” A blonde kid with an unnatural fashion sense looks at her from across the shelf.

“That’s cute Sam, but that sounds like a personal problem between you and them and nothing to do with me.” 

Sam walks over to Marko in order to confront him.

“I’m not here to start trouble little Emerson, I’m just here to accompany a friend of mine.” He points to Jordan who finally finds a comic of interest.

“Well make it quick because I don’t want you here. And you!” He points to Jordan who looks over at him. “Don’t trust him! He will get ya eventually!” He cups his hands around his mouth to make his point stronger.

Jordan ponders what he said for a moment before going to pay for the comic. Marko notices and catches up with her.

“Hey, don’t listen to him. Sam is just projecting, he’s terrified of us.” He smirks but Jordan just stares blankly after setting cash onto the counter.

“I hope so.” She mutters almost to herself.

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They finally come back to the rest of the boys who are watching the concert playing on the beach.

“It’s about damn time!” David yells as he finally sees them approaching.

“Yeah well we’re back. And I’m going with Jordan.” Marko hops on his bike and revs it up.

“Where are you guys going?” Paul pulls up in front of Marko blocking his way. Jordan answers.

“I’m going to drop this comic off at my house, but-" Paul smirks at Marko and wiggles his eyebrows. 

“You sly dog, getting in some action already huh?” Jordan flicks a quarter at Paul's head with scary good precision and he yelps. 

“No, you horndog. Besides, I was gonna have all of you come with me.” Jordan retrieves the quarter while Marko looks on with surprise.

“Uh Jordan I thought it was just me going with you?” He looks almost disappointed.

“I don’t wanna leave your brothers out besides, I thought when we were hanging out that it meant that ALL of us are hanging out.” Marko doesn’t fight it and David rides up next to her. 

“Sounds like a good idea, right Marko?” He teases.

“Yeah…” Marko grits his teeth.

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They all ride up to Jordan’s house together and the boys are surprised as they weren’t exactly expecting her to be living in a proper house. Jordan gets off her bike and pulls out her keys.

“Alright guys, stay out here and don’t be too loud. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She goes into the house while the boys all wait outside not really sure on what to do.

“I wanna explore this place, looks pretty nice-” Paul gets shut down before he can finish.

“Don't even, we have to respect her wishes and that means no exploring.” Marko crosses his arms and looks at Paul disappointedly.

The boys then all hear a vicious hissing and meowing only to see a black cat fluffing up and spitting at them. David grows interested and gets off his bike. The boys all start snickering as they know what he’s about to do. The cat is still growling at him and so he gets down onto all fours like a cat and starts hissing back at it. The boys laugh their asses off while the cat starts to swat at David. His face then morphs into its monstrous form as he roars at it. At that moment Jordan walks out and Bixby immediately runs over to her and nearly trips her over.

“Bixby!” She looks at the boys furiously and Marko, Dwayne and Paul stop laughing while David gets up and smiles.

“Is there a problem?” He dusts himself off while Jordan looks upset.

“Dude! You scared my cat! Why did you do that?” She looks between her legs and sees Bixby is still growling. She picks him up and looks at David. “What did he ever do to you?” 

“Well your little demon creature was hissing and spitting at us. Animals aren’t fans of vampires, you know?” He looks at her with a blank face not feeling any kind of remorse.

“Bull crap! Animals don’t discriminate, you just need to treat them with love and let them know they can trust you.” She puts him into the house and shuts the door.

“Alright look, let's just move past this whole thing and get back to having some fun.” Paul intervenes as he’s itching to start the night.

“Well I don’t even know if I want to do this anymore, you guys are kinda jerks.” Jordan crosses her arms feeling hurt, she knew she was overreacting but she couldn’t help it.

“You need to drop it, it’s just a cat.” David lights a cigarette. Marko is beyond upset at this point so he finally makes it known to everyone else.

“Enough! This shit is ridiculous!” Do me a favor guys and please leave and let me talk to Jordan!” He snaps at his brothers who know better than to fight Marko. “At least give me a few minutes with her so I can sort this out.”

Without any more words, they leave and Marko and Jordan are left alone.

“I’m really sorry about that. We didn’t know that was your pet.” Marko tried to be as gentle as he could when talking to her.

“It’s not your fault, I think I should’ve warned you guys.” She looks at him almost apologetically which hurt Marko because he felt like none of this was even her fault.

“David is a mean guy, don’t worry about him. Look, we aren’t all like this, and I really want to give this a chance. The night has barely started and I have an idea for what we can do if you’re up for it, we can get back at David.” Marko looks at her sincerely. Jordan looks up feeling interested.

“And what would that be?”

“A race.”

“My bike could never beat you guys though.” She says slightly annoyed.

“I know, that’s why I said ‘we’ can get back at him.” Marko revs up his bike and holds his hand out for Jordan. “Do you trust me?”

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[inabottlelikelightning]

you are probably so tired of getting asks about yofoe after literal YEARS LOL so i’m so sorry in advance and feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like answering!! I remember you posting a couple snippets of the next chapter about a year ago and was just wondering if you’d be willing to share anything more you have? or if you plan to share it on your own terms? totally fine if not! (also if you’re wondering yes I am the same person who asked back in 2021 and yes I still have yofoe at the top of my bookmarks and reread from time to time just to see how she’s doing because she was a true moment in time for me)

U ARE SO SWEET please do not apologize i am sure it’s every writers dream to be getting lovely asks like this after years ❤️ thank you so much! u know what, i was saving this for a special occasion (the year 2030 when i finally finish this story oopsies) but just for you, because this warmed my heart so much, here u go (mwah):

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"Good God," Argent mutters. And then, to the hunter fighting him: "If you shoot me in the head right now, you may be entitled to financial compensation."

He seems genuinely disappointed when the man is taken down by one of Kira's electricity strikes.

And then, out of the corner of Liam's eye, a stray bullet. Liam maps out the trajectory, is moving before he even registers it, springing off his back legs, hands going straight for Theo's shoulders, bowling them both over, the only sound exiting his mouth a horrible, strangled yell.

They hit the concrete floor with a thud, and Liam feels the bullet whiz past his head, barely missing them.

"The fuck?" Theo asks, and Liam focuses on him for the first time, all of him, and--

"You're shirtless," Liam blurts. He huffs. "Why are you always shirtless?"

Theo narrows his eyes. "That's why you jumped me?"

Liam realizes, way too late, that he has one hand resting comfortably on each pec. He snatches his hands back, hands burning almost hotter than his face.

"What!?" he splutters. "No! No! No. There was-- you were gonna be-- a bullet!"

"A bullet," Theo repeats, unimpressed.

The fighting spills further into the corridor, Malia having taken possession of Kira's sword while Kira siphons electricity from the building and channels it into blasts. Liam and Theo very nearly avoid being singed, when they catch sight of them.

"Uh," Malia says. "Hey guys."

"'Sup," Theo replies.

Kira clears her throat. "Um," she tries, hands crackling with sparks, "Whatcha doin' there?"

Liam looks down, at Theo's stupidly relaxed shirtless body. He's still straddling him, he realizes.

"This," Liam says, "isn't what it looks like."

Malia's eye twitches. "No one said it looked like anything."

Liam groans. "Okay, but your tone--"

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Hi.What were Nya's first meetings with ninja?Why was she on top of a bookshelf when she met Jay?

Nya's first run-in with the Ninja happens a few days after she and Garm first escape the Underworld. They first go to Ignacia to try and find Kai; instead they find that Four Weapons has been turned into a kitschy tourist trap, but luckily that tourist trap was dedicated to the Green Ninja, Kai Wu, so the two do learn what happened to Kai, and what Wu had been up to.

Next they head to New Ninjago City (renamed after the first Skulkin attack that devastated the city), where they get briefly separated. Nya hears someone mention that the Ninja are going to be at some unveiling event for Borg Industries, and she can't help but try and see Kai. She gets spotted at the unveiling, people freak out, she runs and the Ninja give chase.

Kai is the only one who can keep up for the whole chase, he corners this mysterious dragon person, but when he finally sees her face, he freezes. The other Ninja catch up, just in time for Garm to finally catch up to his daughter and get the both of them out of there.

I'm not sure if that counts as a meeting tho.

But the first time Nya and the Ninja actually interact is in Garm and Misako's old home, where Garm hid the Map to the Golden Weapons. The Duo head there for the Map, and while Garm goes upstairs to get it, Nya stays downstairs to 'stand watch', but she was really trying to find an undamaged pic of Misako for Garm.

The Ninja and Wu had tracked them there, and Wu has the Ninja enter through the first floor to try and catch Nya while he went straight for Garm and the Map. Jay makes the mistake of entering through a living room window, the room Nya is currently in. Nya notices him sneaking in, and the only place she might be able to hide is crouched on top of the bookshelf she's standing next to. It's dark enough that whoever she hears coming through the window shouldn't notice her.

Unfortunately for both of them, Jay's Element of Lightning gives him the ability to sense other living beings bioelectricity. He doesn't know this, he just thinks he's the god of hide and seek. So when he's quickly scanning through the room, looking for anyone else who might be there, his eyes are drawn to the upper corner of the room.

Where he sees a set of eyes glowing in the dark, a pale set of teeth catching just enough moonlight to glint, at least ten feet up in the air.

Jay, whose imagination was already going a bit wild thanks to the run in with Lord Garmadon earlier, absolutely freaks, screams, and might straight up pass out. Either way, Nya’s cover is blown, the other Ninja come running.

She introduces herself to the Ninja by throwing Jay at Kai, shoving Zane in a closet and breaking off the door handle, biting Coles scythe staff in half and then shoving him out a window, and beating the four of them upstairs to where Garm and Wu are fighting over the Map.

Most of their ‘meetings’ are like this, but there are a few occasions where they interact in ways other than ‘trying to beat the crap out of each other’.

Kai and Nya get an actual reunion a bit after all of this, while the Duo are on the run with the Sword of Flames. The Duo are camped out in the city while Garm’s injured, and Nya lures the Ninja out with the intention of leading Kai away from the others to try and talk to him. This works, and despite everything that’s recently happened, the siblings have a heartfelt hug and a fairly good meeting (which one of the Ninja might see, but keep secret).

Then there's gonna be an incident, probably taking place in Hiroshi’s Labyrinth, where a confrontation ends up with the two groups separated and trying to survive and reunite.

Kai gets stuck with Garm, and Nya with Cole, Jay, and Zane.

Which is the first time Nya and CJZ interact on semi-cordial terms. I haven’t fully decided on how well everyone gets along during this, other than Kai and Garm might be handcuffed together to force Kai to work with Garm instead of trying to kill him for stealing Nya.

[seansilv25]

So season 10 of Death Battle was bonkers...

so bonkers that I want to share my opinions on each and every episode (In one or a few sentences each)

16: Killua vs Misaka [This was probably the middest episode to ever mid. So mid that my best buddy TJ has forgotten that it even exists on more than one occasion. 5/10

15: Darth Vader vs Obito Uchiha [neat choreography and somber ending, but the analysis and result just feel... "iffy" in a a way I can't describe. 6/10

14: Martian Manhunter vs Silver Surfer [While the Surfer's ending monologue was chillingly thought-provoking, this episode doesn't have much else going for it. 6.5/10

13: Dark Souls vs Skyrim [Neat and all, but I'd probably like it more if the animation was a tad less jank and all Fromsoft games didn't look the flippin' same. 7/10

12: Gojo vs Makima [This episode was pretty alright, at least if you're not a salty simp (Thankfully, I'm not) 7/10

11: Frieza vs Megatron [The fight was cool and all, but it is kind of ruined by the flonkered pacing. 7/10

10: Ant-Man vs Atom [It was neat seeing the combatants take the fight in a more "scientific" way with all their planning. 7.5/10

9: Cole McGrath vs Alex Mercer [One of the "Never gonna happen" princes finally becomes reality, and it was good. 7.5/10

8: Phoenix vs Raven [Cool and all, but can we pour one out for Jean? Not for her death to Raven, but her 16th death in the comics? 7.5/10

7: Galactus vs Unicron [The king of "Never gonna happen" and it was pretty grand and, dare I say, huge... );) 8/10

6: Guts vs Dimitri [Pretty sick and raw fight that made me respect Dimitri and the Blue Lions more, despite preffering the Black Eagles (Don't look at me, I just go with them because they have best girl) 8.5/10

5: Stitch vs Rocket Raccoon [The song lyrics were accurate, because I certainly had a blast watching this. As well as Rocket having a literal one (RIP Ice Cream Guy) 9/10

4: Rick Sanchez vs The Doctor [A-aw geez, guys! This episode was fantastic! WUBBA-LUBBA-DUB-DUB!! 9.5/10

3: Goku vs Superman (2023) [I guess it's true what they say; Third time IS the charm, because that was fucking INSANE! 10/10

2: Scooby-Doo vs Courage the Cowardly Dog [Zoinks! the peak levels are through the roof! 11/10

1: Bill Cipher vs Discord [Just as peak as Scooby vs Courage, but I love Gravity Falls more than I do Scooby-Doo, so I feel like I have to go with this. 11/10

And that's all of them! Will I be making one of these for season 11? I dunno. But I'm not sure if that season can top the peakness of this one. But until next year, we shall see...

XKA OBJBJYBO; OBXIFQV FP XK FIIRPFLK, QEB RKFSBOPB FP X ELILDOXJ, YRV DLIA! YVVVBBBBB!!!

-VLRO CXSLOFQB QOFMIB-BADBA ABJLK LC AOBXJP

As much as I love a good, rousing puzzle, I prefer to at least let people have something to go off of to begin with. Also, I want to stick it to that melodramatic isosceles who thought he could mess with my dear friend and her friends. So the key is to not get stabbed in the back. Or crushed by a falling cieling. So probably just to not be from Italy or Rome.

You're welcome!

-Who Q wishes he was

[kemendin]

Khel Sutek, the Empire’s Hand

Finally maxed out my outfit slots on this lad (sixteen is NOT ENOUGH) so I wanted to put ‘em all together, and let me tell you it’s VERY satisfying.

Vague descriptions below cut, ranging from ‘specific purpose’ to ‘I just think it’s neat’. The red sash he wears is a gift from his boyfriend Quinn and he likes to wear it a lot, so that appears numerous times.

1. ‘Servant’ outfit, and what I think of as ‘classic’ Khel. Recreated and improved from his first incarnation waaaay back when the game first started. General wear for multiple scenarios.

2. Comfy, casual robes for wearing about the ship/apartment/etc. Tatooine outfit.

3. I saw gold and went ‘I NEED’. Belsavis outfit.

4. Cold weather gear. Khel is a desert boy, he hates snow and being cold. Hoth/Ilum outfit.

5. Favourite battle armour, for when he knows there’s gonna be a lot of combat and wants to look dramatic when he’s fighting.

6. Darker combat gear, good for grimmer scenarios and looking particularly Imperial. Ziost outfit.

7. Formal battle gear, for when he really wants to make an impression and embody the glory of the Empire. Corellia outfit.

8. I just liked the strict black and silver combo with a single splash of colour on the sash. Iokath outfit.

9. Casual wear for non-combat settings, good for going to the cantina.

10. ‘Resort’ outfit, dressing up for fancy occasions and gatherings (and when he wants to get Quinn’s attention). Makeb outfit.

11. ‘Diplomat’ outfit, for elegant and formal occasions where he’s a proper representative of the Empire. Voss outfit.

12. More loungewear, he probably wears this when he’s on vacation.

13. ‘Utility’ outfit, for when he needs to blend in a bit and not look quite so obviously Sith-y while he’s getting his hands dirty. Mek-Sha outfit.

14. Another less ostentatious, more plainclothes/practical outfit for general wear. Yavin outfit.

15. Khel’s attempt at a pirate/mercenary look. He’s really not very good at looking NOT like an Imperial. Rishi outfit.

16. A freer-feeling exploration ensemble, good for outdoors. Ossus outfit.

[that-soccer-guru]

HELLO THE 3 STRAGGLERS THAT ARE PROBABLY SEEING MY POSTS STILL, I HAVE MISSED THOU!

Happy world cup month, it is time for the biggest stage of the game and time for be to drop my obnoxious predictions that no one asked for but I'm gonna give anyways!

Here are my group predictions and notes

GROUP A:

I think Norway is gonna make a comeback and come in at #2 behind local New Zealand. The Swiss are great if they can rise to the occasion, and the Philippines has a great young core. They'll give us some very fun games going forward.

A1: New Zealand, A2: Norway.

GROUP B:

Honestly I think this is one of the TIGHTEST groups of this cup. With a fight down to the end I think it'll come down to goals and Fairplay. Depending on the result of Day 1 Canada vs Nigeria my picks are switching depending on the light with which I look at the table. SO.

B1: Australia (2W, 1D), B2: Nigeria (2D, 1W, Goal difference leaving Canada behind by ONE goal in a total group heartbreaker)

Group C:

Despite the big players refusing to play I think Spain has it in the tank for a great cup. If the Ticas can show some discipline they might surprise, but they're up against the TITANS of discipline so.

C1: Spain, C2: Japan

Group D:

Euro winners have one hell of a team. No notes for them today, second place is what is up for grabs. Haiti is always a dark horse pick but I think mettle and the money for great player health and conditioning will draw this one out so.

D1: England, D2: Denmark.

Group E:

One hell of a group here. Without Viv Midema the Netherlands is missing that finishing punch, but if they can bank on winning their other 2 games and forcing a draw or a one goal win with the US, they can go for first. Portugal is good but they have a lot of youth to adjust to the big stage. Vietnam has a delightful proposal and they play some very fun futbol, but they had the unfortunate luck of drawing 2 titans of the women's game.

E1: USA, E2: Netherlands

Group F:

The elderly stateswomen meet the bright eyed newcomers. Brazil is the titan of South America but they've proven to be way too rigid in their team selection. France is shaking off the cobwebs of a shit coach to see how far they can take it this time. Jamaica and Panama have everything to prove to show that 1. they belong here and 2. their federations NEED to stand in this fight with them. Despite the great teams I think this group is gonna be one of those low scoring ones where teams are making adjustments on the fly and we might get a surprise or two from some games.

F1: France, F2: Brazil (but just narrowly edging out Jamaica)

Group G:

Youth and a desire to prove that it's not only their men's team that know what's up. Argentina is pulling one hell of a legacy behind them, Italy is building a beautiful squad, South Africa comes up from fighting a war of speed and strength, Sweden has a chip on their shoulder. One hell of a group!

G1: Italy, G2: Argentina

Group H:

QUE VIVA COLOMBIA HP! An aging titan in Germany with some key injuries, a very disciplined squad that has been testing some amazing set plays and learning how to play through the lines in South Korea (but that tire out quickly), a fast and tough team that plays a fun midfield game with a solid defense in Morocco. And finally, a team composed of the women who paved the way for the youngsters, the maximum scorer in a Colombia jersey, a midfield filled with aggression and experience, a promising defense all led by the most promising young international that already took one team to a world cup final, Colombia promises a LOT to her fans. If Abadia can get his head out of his ass and learn how to make changes before exhaustion takes hold, this team can take it far!

H1: Germany, H2: Colombia

It's an amazing time to be a woso fan!

[acesydneysage]

I'm very curious about what Adrian's art is like and what his style would eventually settle into. Gonna talk about a bunch of aesthetic stuff that I have very little actual knowledge about, but I think it's fun to consider it.

The man is old, old money, literally aristocratic, so you expect certain artistic sensibilities of him. But when Sydney describe his taste it always seems interestingly dissonant to me. It makes me wonder about both of them.

His fashion sense is more standard, it's simple and is usually compared favorably to other people by Sydney, who has pretty conservative taste. Although it's a bit more daring then people who don't care it's still not outlandish, as you see in Sonya's wedding, where he's wearing blue instead of plain black but looks very normal compared to Abe. He's trendy, and sometimes dressed inappropriately for the occasion but not accidentally

But his taste in decor seems to be downright kitsch, it's kind of delightful. Sydney claims his sofa really clashes with the yellow he picked for his walls. While his choice in second hand furniture and his happiness with it might have more to do with his financial limitations and his joy in actually having some autonomy, making his own choices and doing this adult thing by himself (I believe he describes his place in court as a glorified dorm), I doubt the paint would have been more expensive in a different color, he chose that one.

Yellow is also the color of Sydney's aura, which is part of it, but he probably wasn't consciously thinking of that so early on, and there were probably more muted options. From Sydney's perspective his decor seems to be an affront to good taste, but also something she's immediately fond of because it shows his personality so clearly. In the golden lily she says both drive away the shadows (of the bad memories in the apartment, of her own troubles).

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Again, Sydney has pretty conservative taste, but Eddie is usually the representative of normality and he seems to agree that it's all a bit much. He also thinks a similar color on the Ivashkinator is ugly. Meanwhile Sydney likes it because it's the historic original color, and Adrian likes it because it matches his walls (and Sydney's aura, perhaps more consciously this time). I love it when Sydney and Adrian arrive at the same place through different routes.

Finally, the actual art he makes. It's very early on and he's still exploring his style. He makes a lot of different things for his first homework (nerd) and when he's supposed to make a self-portrait he ends up gluing together parts of very different pieces which he wasn't satisfied with.

There's a lot of very abstract stuff, and Sydney teases him about some of it but she's clearly fascinated by his art and loves a lot of it. Some of it expresses his emotions in a very direct way, some of it gets sloppy when he's drunk. It can be very earnest or very pretentious, probably normal in a young artist.

But this post was actually prompted by a post about how people who paint "badass pictures of skeletons with fire and motorcycles" should get more credit, and Adrian definitely appreciates them. He has more high minded stuff, but he's also here for the Van Wizard School of Art. The skeleton pirate biker was an absurd thing he came up with while desperately reaching for stuff to say, but he made it into a shirt and actually wore it.

He also does some more surrealist things, we see a painting of a building which gets smashed during his fight with Marcus. Surrealism matches his themes in a very obvious way considering how important dream walking and delusions are in his arc. Something inspired by the dream world and the subconscious mind would be directly linked to that.

I know nothing about art, but I really love looking at stuff by Hilma af Klint and Remedios Varo, and I wonder what he'd think of them.

Hilma did abstract that was very inspired by the spiritual world with beautiful vibrant colors that seem cheerful to me.

Remedios did some amazing surrealist work, which I find somber, strange and striking.

Okay, I'm done now

[themculibrary]

5+1 Times Stony Masterlist

5 Times Bucky Thought Tony Was Good For Steve +1 Time He Told Him (ao3) - Anonymous T, 6k

Summary: To say Bucky is unimpressed by Stark would be an understatement.

It isn’t that he dislikes him. It’s more that he’s a brand of indifferent that curdles with disdain on the rare occasion that Bucky catches him on the TV: Stark is glib and crass in a way his father never was, and he wears suits like he’d slipped out of the womb clad in Armani.

So it’s a surprise when Bucky moves into the Tower and finds that Steve actually gets along with the guy.

5 times people realize Steve and Tony are in love (+1 time it finally hits them on the head) (ao3) - beyondmyreach T, 5k

Summary: What it says on the tin.

The Avengers looked between Steve and Tony, and wondered despairingly how could they not know.

5 Times Steve Was Insecure, + 1 Time Tony Was (ao3) - kenzithewriter E, 3k

Summary: 5 times Steve was insecure, starting with joining the Avengers, and continuing over time as his relationship with Tony progresses, and then +1 of Tony being insecure with Steve.

5 Times Tony Had Steve's Back, and 1 Time Steve had Tony's (ao3) - itsallAvengers T, 25k

Summary: As it turns out, Steve gets himself into a lot more shit than you would think. And for some reason, it's always Tony who ends up saving his sorry ass.

Affection (ao3) - MaidenofIron157 steve/tony E, 17k

Summary: Five times Tony Stark's exhaustion gets the better of him, and the one time someone decides it's time he use an actual bed.

Bonuses: Hulk, Tony's 'Bots, and Loki, as well as a chapter explaining the aftermaths of each cuddling session

Five Times Tony Stark Misjudged Steve Rogers (and One Time He Didn’t) (ao3) - sweatervest M, 5k

Summary: There’s plenty of weird shit to deal with after fighting aliens, like “How Does One Dispose of Alien Remains Without Poisoning the Water” and “Wow Insurance Companies Are Really Not Equipped for This,” but Tony suspects that “Steve Rogers is Actually Very Funny” and “Steve Rogers is a Stealthy Bastard” probably shouldn’t be as close to the top of the list as they are.

Timeline runs from after Captain America: The First Avenger to just after Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Five Times Tony Stark Talked Himself Out Of Trouble (And One Time He Couldn’t Quite Manage It) (ao3) - rainproof T, 15k

Summary: “Trouble” might not be Tony Stark’s middle name, but on most days it felt a hell of a lot more appropriate than “Edward”.

Friends with benefits? (ao3) - Hotaru_Tomoe E, 12k

Summary: Five times Steve and Tony have casual sex and avoid having an adult conversation, and one time they don’t.

if I time it right, the thunder breaks (when I open my mouth) (ao3) - nanasekei N/R, 11k

Summary: “You know,” Tony mumbles, because Tony never stops talking. “When you say shit like - like that, it’s… It’s hard.” His voice is slurred now, his eyes closed, as if he’s not even sure he’s still saying anything aloud. “Because I know I should believe you, but I – I wanna believe it so bad, so fucking much, that it feels like I shouldn’t. Like, the second I believe it, the other shoe’s gonna drop, and you’re gonna find out you don’t mean it.”

-

Or: Five Times Steve told Tony he loved him, and one time he didn't need to.

I'm A Grown-Ass Man (ao3) - Not Applicable (not_applicable) M, 3k

Summary: or, 5 Times Steve Carried Tony and 1 Time Tony Didn't Mind. At all.

oh baby I can't even explain (ao3) - muchmoremajestic T, 10k

Summary: Prompt: Steve and Tony dance around each other, wanting to ask each other out on a first date, but things keep getting in the way from the random invasions on campus to each of them being nervous/getting in their own way.

Or: The five times Steve and Tony tried to ask each other out, and the one time they finally got it together.

shadows of the mess you made (ao3) - ithinkiwannamarvelyou G, 2k

Summary: Every time he closes his eyes, he's brought back to the night in Siberia, the way Tony threw his hands up over his head, right before Steve brought the shield down. Sam and Nat are nice enough to ignore the way he wakes up with a jolt, gasping at the memory of his shield slicing into Tony's armor.

(5 times steve wanted to call tony + the 1 time he was able to)

Territory Negotiations (ao3) - Desiderii E, 20k

Summary: The Kill for a Cuppa is the the number-one parahuman stomping ground in the city. For Tony, a feral, it's one of the only neutral territories he's willing to frequent (where frequent means both drink coffee and nap on the couch as well as proposition likely strangers for a quick fuck in the alley). When his attempt to publicly seduce a gorgeous golden tabby named Steve Rogers backfires, Tony is forced to decide how far past 'lust' and into 'the real Tony Stark' territory he's willing to go.

(A the Avengers are catpeople who work in a coffee shop AU that is, more or less, subtitled Five Times Steve Rogers Left Without Tony Stark, and the One Time He Didn't.)

The Five Stages of Losing You (ao3) - MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne) M, 8k

Summary: Tony didn’t think he was supposed to like the man his boyfriend was cheating on him with, but turns out that liking Bucky Barnes wasn’t the problem.

The 5 stages of grief as Tony loses one relationship, +1 as he gains another.

When I think about you (ao3) - sirona E, 11k

Summary: Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

[propertyoftoru]

Tag game: Get to know me!

Thank you @abiaswreck for the tag! :] 🖤

1. Birthday?

8/11 (me and binnie are birthday twins)

2. Favorite color?

I'll say black but i dont really have a favorite!

3. How tall are you?

5’5 (and 3/4 thank you very much)

4. How many pair of shoes to you own?

somewhere around 14 idk i gave up on counting

5. Favorite song?

for skz probably ssick or easy but not skz probably ohio is for lovers by hawthorne heights

6. Favorite movie?

oh probably either the scream movies or unironically the twilight movies (theyre my childhood comfort movies)

7. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone who makes me laugh and takes the time to understand me.

8. Do you want children?

I've said no for a really long time but i think if i met the right person and the circumstances were ideal then maybe.

9. Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Not really other than a few times of being a stupid teenager nothing serious though. Watching my parents screw up a lot when i was young probably had a lot to do with that.

10. What color socks are you wearing?

oh god i hate socks so much. i only wear them when i have to and not a second longer.

11. Favorite type of music?

this is such a cliché but i really do listen to everything. edm, pop, pop punk, metal, sad songs, happy songs, hell on occasion even a tiny bit of country (only carrie underwood lets not get carried away)

12. How many pillows do you sleep with?

2! One horizontal and one vertical. Kinda like a half body pillow i guess? idk i have to be hugging something to fall asleep.

13. What position do you sleep in?

im a diagnosed insomniac so really whatever position my body finally passes out in... there's a lot of tossing and turning most nights.

14. What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

Bright lights (a tv or any sort of light on an appliance) or dead silence i need a fan or rain or SOMETHING.

15. Have you tried archery?

Yeah actually my grandfather used to take me hunting when i was younger. I never actually killed anything but i got pretty good at hitting cans and targets :]

16. Favorite fruit?

ohhhhh either strawberries or blackberries or pineapple... idk i love fruit so much.

17. Are you a good liar?

I can be when I have to be. I hate lying though it always brings drama and negative energy.

18. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T

19. Innie or outie?

Innie

20. Left or right handed?

Both! but I mostly use my right!

21. Favorite food?

Pineapple pizza (fight me Christopher Bang)

22. Favorite foreign food?

Oh my grandmother makes Jag on special occasions and its one of my favorites. Other than that as of recently ive been eating japchae so much i literally have a craving for it like every other day.

23. Are you clean or messy?

sigh. my room? depression disaster area. Everything else in my life? Severe OCD neat freak (im talking labels, sorted by color and size, the whole nine yards)

24. Most used phrase?

buh. it really has no meaning its just a sound i make about 200 times a day. i also swear like a sailor so if not buh then probably cunt or fuck.

25. How long does it take you to get ready?

Depends on where im going and whos gonna be there. anywhere from 10 minutes to 45 minutes.

26. Do you talk to yourself?

Of course, im the funniest and smartest person i know. (on a real note my hyperactive imagination goes crazy so i spend most days rambling to myself about nonsense.)

27. Do you sing to yourself?

All day everyday like im in a fucking musical or something.

28. Are you a good singer?

Eh. ive been told i am but i think i could be decent if i took lessons.

29. Biggest fear?

Sharks/The ocean (its more a fear of the unknown because what the fuck even lives down there)

30. Are you a gossip?

Absolutely not. I learned my lesson in middle/high school that shit brings nothing but bad vibes and negative energy.

31. Long or short hair?

I wish i could say short because my hair drives me crazy most days but i also hate how i look with short hair so long i suppose.

32. Favorite school subject?

English or Criminal Justice/Forensics

33. Extrovert or introvert?

introvert but situational extrovert (ill be extroverted if theres someone more introverted than me solely because i cannot stand awkward tension) not quite an ambivert but somewhere close to one.

34. What make you nervous?

Groups of super outgoing people. I always get too afraid to talk in fear of ruining the flow of conversation or being talked over.

35. Who was your first crush?

idk probably justin bieber or nick jonas

36. How many piercings do you have?

4. Both of my ears and both of my nipples. i want to get my bellybutton done soon though.

37. How many tattoos do you have?

9 but im hoping to work on my leg sleeve again soon.

38. How fast can you run?

Depends on whos chasing me.

39. What color is your hair?

Brown right now. It was half black half blonde but i wanted to focus on getting my hair healthy for a while.

40. What color are your eyes?

Blue/Green/Gray depends on who you ask and the lighting in the room.

41. What makes you angry?

Not much im a pretty calm person but when im playing video games thats a different story.

42. Do you like your name?

No. My father chose it and i dont speak to him.

43. Do you want a boy to girl as a child?

IF i had a kid i would want a boy 100%. As someone whos mother had 3 babies when i was 16/17/18 i can confidently say little girls are the spawns of the devil and little boys are rays of sunshine.

44. What are your strengths?

Mental fortitude and my empathy for others.

45. What are your weaknesses?

I give second (and third and fourth) chances to people that do not deserve it.

46. What’s the color of your bedspread?

Light gray but i keep lots and lots of blankets around too.

47. What’s the color of your room?

Gray and dark blue.

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[typically-untypical]

Echoes of the Past - Day 20

Prompt: "Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination."

CW: Abandonment

“So are you gonna tell him?” Remus asked, hanging upside down, legs hooked on one of Virgil’s spiderwebs that he had intentionally made strong enough to bare his weight. Okay, so maybe it wasn't actually Virgil's spiderweb, maybe it was one Remus had made so that he could pretend to be spider prey. It was fun playing the victim sometimes, but only if he was playing. Remus didn't actually like being the victim, it was far too boring.

“What good would it do? Your brother is more stubborn than you are, and that’s saying a lot.” The two of them were relaxing in Virgil’s room as best friends would do. Most of the time they would choose one of their rooms to relax in, on rare occasions they would break into Janus’ room and force him to join them. Sure they could use the common area but there was something nice about the comfortability of their own space.

“You aren’t wrong, but I’m also offended that you think I’m less stubborn than him.”

Virgil snorted, tossing one of his pillows at Remus. “Look, you accepted a long time ago that half of your best creations actually come from my fears, that by taking what freaks me out and mixing it into your handiwork you are able to do so much more. Not only did you accept it, but you basically came to the conclusion on your own. Your brother has his head so far up his own ass that he can’t see that half of what he creates are escapes and fanciful reasonings to get out of my thoughts.” Virgil shrugged, “I think it’s fair to call your brother the more stubborn one, or at least the dumb one.”

“Dumb I will accept, but stubborn, I’m going to make you eat those words one day.”

Virgil tilted his head, and then snorted with laughter, leaving a very confused Remus to throw a pillow at him. Though this pillow made uncomfortably squishy noises as Virgil caught it. Virgil didn't want to know what exactly Remus had replaced the stuffing with. 

“Sorry, sorry, I just, y’know how the nerd is super literal?”

“Yeah…” Remus answered skeptically.

“What if we made him a bowl of word soup, or like made him eat his words printed out on a piece of paper.”

This time Remus snorted, shaking his head. “Do you know how much trouble old pops would try to put us in if we did something like that? We'd probably end up with another parent fight, which might at least be interesting.”

“Yeah, I know," Virgil didn't want to there to be another fight. Things were already pretty strained and adding another fight between Janus and Patton wasn't a great idea, especially if Virgil ever wanted their to be a union again. Virgil missed the others. He missed Logan, he kinda missed Patton, and he missed Roman. Sure he was antagonistic, but that didn't mean he didn't care about the others. "but you have to agree that that imagery is kind of funny.” 

Remus nodded, finally coming down from the web, skittering his way over to Virgil. “It is pretty funny. What other idioms do you think we could exploit?”

He didn't want to hurt Logan, but the thought of getting him to fall for stupid idioms was a funny one. Virgil curled up on his bed, watching Remus wave his arms excitedly. After he began to run out of the last of his energy, Remus crawled onto Virgil's bed, flopping onto him like someone using a beanbag chair. 

"Personally I think burning bridges might actually be a fun one, we could set it up in the imagination." Remus yawned and Virgil began to gently pet the chaotic side's hair, smiling softly and shaking his head lightly.

"That sounds great Re," Virgil whispered, "We can do that later. It sounds like it's time for you to recharge."

"Like a robot. Do you think that Logan is a robot?" He asked, yawning again and clawing his nails into Virgil's shoulder like a cat.

"Later," Virgil promised again. He didn't know that Later would never come. He didn't know that the friendship he valued so much would become fragile as he tried to piece everyone together. Virgil did something that he knew he would regret for the rest of his life. He left Remus behind the same way that Roman had, turning away and never coming back. Each step he took that brought him closer to the others was a step that took him away from Remus, and everyday Remus had to watch as his best friend slipped over to hang out and be with the brother who had left Remus behind.

“Y’know,” Remus said to Janus, body half melted over the side of the couch. “I knew one day he would leave us… I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.” He looked at the empty space in Janus' room where Virgil used to sit. "I kinda figured I would just get over it, but he left a fucking big wound."

"I know Remus," Janus whispered, flexing the fingers in his gloves. He knew how much it hurt. He was experiencing the same pain, watching as the side he held raise walked away from him.

"You aren't going to leave me Jannie, right?" He asked.

"Of course not," Janus asked and Remus wished he had never believed Janus. He wished he hadn't believed in either of them, because they were both liars.

"You once told me that my nightmares came from you, little spider." Remus muttered as darkness filled the room and ink black tentacles sprang from his back.

"But I think it might actually be my turn to make the nightmares. To become the thing you always thought I was." Remus cackled, but it was dark and sinister. He destroyed the dark side, merging it with his side of the imagination. He had been left behind, so he had every intention of taking over.

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