#anyway. getting ready for the worst time in your life lizard man

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Not a hc but my cramps are really bad right now so I will be transferring them to one Kremy Lecroux and then imagining some hurt/comfort related to that until further notice

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futurama  (  1999  -  2013  )  sentence  starters  ↪  taken  from  the  animated  science  fiction  show.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“let's get the hell out of here already! screw history!”

“when you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”

“you have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket.”

 "stop! the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."

"she's stuck in an infinite loop and he's an idiot. that's love for you."

"all i know is my gut says maybe."

“i've never seen a super nova blow up. but if it's anything like my old chevy nova, it'll light up the night sky!”

"every christmas my mom would get a fresh goose, for goose-burgers, and my dad would whip up special eggnog out of bourbon and ice cubes."

"what do i look like, a guy who's not lazy?"

“is heaven missing an angel, cuz you've got nice cans!”

“help! a guinea pig tricked me!"

"[name], if i said you said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little."

"drugs are for weirdos and hypnosis is for weirdos with big eyebrows." 

"[name], it would never work between us. you're a man, and i'm a woman. we're just too different."

“screw you, ill have my own contest. with black jack ... and hookers. forget the contest.”

“ah, she's built like a steakhouse but she handles like a bistro.”

"spare me your space age techno babble, [name].”

"it's sort of a two person pyramid scheme."

"i don't want to live on this planet anymore."

"you were doing well, until everyone died."

“if we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. checkmate.”

“i am the man with no name. [muse name], at your service.”

“in the game of chess, you can never let your adversary see your pieces.”

"this is the worst kind of discrimination, the kind against me."

"you watched it... you can't unwatch it."

“valentine’s day is coming? aw crap! i forgot to get a girlfriend again!”

 "hold on to your dookie, it’s about to get spooky!"

"i'm tired of this room and everyone in it."

"i'm so embarrassed. i wish everyone else was dead."

"you can't just have your characters announce how they feel! that makes me feel angry!"

"i don't have emotions, and sometimes that makes me very sad."

"if, for any reason you're not satisfied, i hate you."

"that young man fills me with hope. plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing." 

"i've dreamed about you a lot since you disappeared. what did you want to tell me?" 

"what do you think the meaning of life was anyway?"

“you're a pimple on society's ass and you'll never amount to anything!”

“life and death are a seamless continuum.”

“if anyone wants me, i'll be in the angry dome.”

“and the worst part is, i had to have the breakup sex by myself!”

“they said i was dumb, but i proved them.”

“what's the point of living if i can't say ass?”

“i'll be stuffing coal so far down your stocking you'll be coughing up diamonds!”

“we're all pawns in his diabolical game of checkers.”

"wait, i'm having one of those things, a headache, with pictures!"

“sorry, i didn't realize i was already here.”

"guess what you're an accessory to!"

"why does ross, the largest friend, not simply eat the other friends?"

“there's no scientific consensus that life is important.”

"we cooked our shoes in the dryer and ate them! now we're bored!"

“i'm just as important as him. it's just that, the kind of importance i have ... it doesn't matter if i don't do it.”

“oh what a foolish squid i’ve been.”

“my instinct is to hide in this barrel, like the wily fish.”

"that was bad, and you should feel bad!"

"technically correct - the best kind of correct!"

"and here is where i keep my assorted lengths of wire!"

"oh wait, you are serious! let me laugh even harder!"

"i gotta practice my stabbing!"

"that's the saltiest thing i've ever tasted! and i once ate a big, heaping bowl of salt!"

“i apologize for nothing!”

 "die young and leave a beautiful corpse! that's what i always say."

"here's to another lousy millennium."

“but i am already in my pajamas.”

“windmills do not work that way. goodnight.”

"you win again gravity."

"when push comes to shove, you got to do what you love, even if it's not a good idea.”

“but existing's basically all i do!”

“when will the killing end?"

"i'll be whatever i want to do."

"the use of words expressing something other than their literal intention. now that. is. irony."

"could you ask a little more sexfully?"

"hooray! i'm useful!"

"awesome. awesome to the max."

"some breaking occurred, the dolly was involved, that's about all we know."

“you want me to do two things?”

i love stealin', i love takin' things!

“i believe that qualifies as ill. at least from a technical standpoint.”

"that was the old me. he's dead now."

"jail ain't so bad; you can make sangria in the toilet. ‘course, it's shank or be shanked."

"one word. thundercougarfalconbird."

"of all my friends, you're the first."

“girls like swarms of lizards, right?”

“i lost it. in a volcano.”

"i'm gonna get you so many lizards!"

"who needs courage when you have a gun?"

“let's go! i've got jelly in my underpants!”

"interesting if true."

“i did do the nasty in the pasty!”

"something tells me i could easily beat those trained professionals."

"the two of you are good friends? but i thought we would be good friends!"

"it's like a party in my mouth, except everyone's throwing up."

“i'm shocked. shocked! well, not that shocked.”

“it's me! no one else look in this mirror!"

“you ever think you only like girls cause you're supposed to?”

"we don't gotta put up with this! we got poli sci degrees."

“sorry, i suffer from a very sexy learning disorder.”

“did somebody say something about a free hot meal?”

“you gotta do what you gotta do.”

"too many bones? not enough cash?"

“hey sexy mama, wanna kill all humans?”

"i don't know how you did that."

"the butter in my pocket is melting!"

"well ... first i got up and had a piece of toast ..."

“i can't wait til i'm old enough to feel ways about stuff.”

“interesting! no ... wait ... the other thing. tedious.”

"i knew you come crawling back, like a bird on its belly!"

“we both know you won't make it halfway before the craving sets in! then you'll come crawling back for another taste of sweet sweet candy. bam!"

“indeed so, most indeededly.”

"and by metaphorically, i mean get your coat."

“[vehicle]'s ready except for this cup holder, and i should have that done in 12 hours."

"stop. stop! i will destroy you." [ bonus if the receiver is doing something mundane to sender ]

“just make a simple cake. and this time, if someone's going to jump out of it, make sure to put them in after you cook it.”

“lies, lies and slander!”

“you raised my hopes and dashed them quite expertly, sir!”

“but going through a divorce together, you can't pretend that didn't bring us closer together.”

“when you say the human body is the most efficient thing to use as a battery, wouldn't anything make a better battery? like a potato? or a battery?”

“i'll have you know that i bejazzle my own underpants!”

“i'm sorry you had to see that, [name], usually i let my sadness fester quietly inside as a mental illness.”

“i'm not drunk, i'm mentally ill! but i agree with what, what you said.”

“this is a cool way to die!”

[queenofthefullmoon]

An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.  

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

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Inuyasha Characters As Roomates

In honor of yashahime’s release i’ve decided to post this for no real reason.Can you tell who my bias is lmao. Lmk if I should do a Part 2 with the people I missed. Also I apologize I haven’t updated in like a year I have a post addressing this coming up soon. Thank you for your continued support despite the fact that I’ve been updating infrequently, I really appreciate it. Without further ado:

Warnings: Some swear words oop

Word Count: 1632

Inuyasha

You want Inuyasha as your roommate???Chile anyways...

No but fr tho in general Inuyasha isn’t an awful roommate, he pays his bills on time(ususally), doesn’t make too big of a mess but that’s just because he owns like 3 things and 2 outfits.

No, the real problem with Inuyasha is that he is LOUD

You walk outside to throw the trash away and he’s in his room screaming about a video game or something and the WHOLE neighborhood can hear him. 

People pokin they head out in concern and everything

Another time he was watching a horror movie and you guess the characters did something stupid because you hear a scream from the character and then Inuyasha screaming “WHAT THE FUCK, WHY WOULD YOU GO THAT WAY DUMBASS! THAT’S WHY YOU’RE DEAD NOW!”

Shit woke you up out of your sleep

After that incident you knew you’d have to ask him to be a bit more considerate of your eardrums.

So, you ask him to quiet down and he pouts like a child and huffs and puffs.

He does quiet down tho...for about 2 minutes until he stubs his toe on the end of the couch

God bless you and your patience but god bless his girlfriend Kagome

She’s a saint

If it were up to Inuyasha your groceries would consist of a cabinet of ramen like the man has the budget for ramen and paying his share of he bills why would he spend money on things like fruit???

This is where Kagome comes in, she comes by pretty regularly and she brings food or groceries because she of all people knows how terrible Inuyasha’s shopping habits are.

Bless her soul truly and every time she does this you thank her lmaoo

Inuyasha eventually does move out with Kagome but he does apologize for being loud before he leaves, you aren’t sure if he did that on his own or if Kagome made him do that

Kagome

She’s so sweet

Fair share of chores, groceries, she cooks for yall sometimes, truly a saint

Only 2 problems:

Ms. Girl has no moneyyy

Poor Kagome, she always tries to pay her bills on time but between trying to feed Inuyasha, helping out her family, and school the paycheck only spreads so thin(She does eventually quit school to start working more but)

Nothing wrong with this but you do end up having to cover for her sometimes.

She of course thank you and you don’t usually mind and your routine was functional for you two, until you meet problem number 2 

The loudest mf on the planet Earth, her boyfriend, Inuyasha

One day you’re in he kitchen grabbing something to eat and you hear pounding on the door like the police showed up.

You proceed cautiously because...what the fuck and you almost reach the door before you hear 

“I’ll get it!”

You’ve never seen Kagome run faster

She opens the door and you see this 5′5 mf who was banging on the door like he paid the bills

Inuyasha just has rbf but you don't know that so you think he’s making faces at you

Immediately you have a problem with him

“Hey Kagome, who’s this?”

She looks between you two before immediately rushing to introduce you to each other

“Oh, I forgot my purse be right back guys.”, Kagome left not knowing that yall were about 2 seconds from fighting

You didn’t like Inuyasha for banging on the door and glaring and he didn’t like you for glaring at him

After that you just avoided talking to inuyasha for the sake of keeping the peace

When he came over you exited stage left 

Eventually Kagome does move out with Inuyasha and she asks why you and Iuyasha had never spoken to each other

“Are you kidding me the first day we met he was already glaring at me?!”

“Ohhh, that’s just his face, he’s really sweet promise :D”

You doubted that

You liked Kagome as a roommate but you were glad she was moving out so you could find someone who could pay the bills on time.

Sango

She a baddie ngl

Aside from that, Sango is the perfect roommate

However, I hope you aren’t allergic to cats or Miroku because they’re pretty much a package deal

Also hopefully you don’t hate children because she does have Kohaku to worry about

But she makes pretty good money at her job so expenses aren’t a issue

She also isn’t home too often between her job, taking care of Kohaku and Kirara, and her relationship

She ends up spending more and more time at Miroku’s place anyways

Sango finally moves in with Miroku when she gets pregnant, yall still keep in touch tho because you’ve become good friends

And thus you say goodbye to the best roommate to ever grace this Earth lmao

Miroku

Miroku is the shortest lasting roommate on this list

Mans is a little creeper pervert and that shit gets annoying after a while

You’ll be walking out the shower and Miroku’s standing there like “hey lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear”

Needless to say you smacked the taste outta his mouth and he stopped with that real quick

He stops but you’re surprised when you see Sango come over 

Your hand starts itching with the urge to slap him again...

You meet Sango and what she sees in him is... baffling, scientists to this day still don’t understand 

Baby girl, you’re Sango do better, self love

Anyways, Miroku moves out eventually and he takes his nasty ass ways with him

Later you find out that Sango moved in with him and sje’s gon have a baby by him

But you know that’s none of your business 

Koga

If you thought Inuyasha was loud...

Inuyasha doesn’t have any friends, Koga has a wolf pack...

Parties all the time good luck homie

If you were tryna study, sleep, do work, etc. best wishes lmao

You come home and mans got 2 random people over like how ya doin   O-O

“Hello”

“Where’s Koga?”

They point to the kitchen and you head here ready to just “talk” with Koga

He turns around and gives you the cutest smile known to man and you immediately lose your will to argue

Can’t argue with a man that beautiful sorry...

Anyways besides being loud af, Koga is HYPER

Mans is up at 5 am knocking on your door like “hey you wanna jog to the gym”

“No Koga, goodnight”

‘No problem, it’s the morning btw!”

He’s actually a decent roommate and he moves into a bigger house with his friends and calls it the ‘pack house’

He actually invites you to come move in w him and his buddies 

You tell him you’ll think about it

Sesshomaru

The king of “I’m better than you”

He has his life so well together and you’ve gotta give him props

Mans is basically Caspar the Friendly Ghost of roommates 

Does he actually live here? the lights stay on and his name is on the deed so... I guess

Seriously tho, Sesshomaru doesn’t need a roommate but he does need someone to mind Rin

You might ask, what about Jaken, Jaken is busy (following Sesshomaru) or so he claims

Sesshomaru isn’t too bad honestly he covers the majority of the expenses in exchange for you watching Rin and feeding Ah-Un

So you’re basically Rin’s stay at home nanny

But you don’t mind because she is a SWEETHEART

Ah-Un isn’t too bad, just feed 2 lizards

(Although depending on who you are feeding them bugs might be your worst nightmare)

Jaken and you buttheads all the time, it’s almost comical

The times you interact with him mainly consist of you telling him to leave Rin alone or him telling you something Sesshomaru said

Speaking of Sesshomaru you don’t see him often and the only times you hear from him are in the form of notes he leaves around the house to the degree of ‘I fed Ah-Un this morning’ or ‘Make sure Rin takes her vitamins’ 

The other times you “hear” from him are when Jaken comes by saying things like ‘Lord Sesshomaru has requested that you prepare Rin to go out’

And for a while you were like who tf does he think he is because like yea he pays most of the rent but like he isn’t paying you for this so why does he think he can order you around indirectly

The first time you see Sesshomaru, it’s late and Rin’s been asleep for hours.

You walked into the kitchen and didn’t bother with turning the lights on but then you heard the smallest shuffle and a groan

And the moonlight comes through the window at the perfect angle and it reflects so beautifully off his silver hair

He turs some and you see his face and immediately take back all the times you’ve cussed him out mentally

And the you realize you’re in your pajamas staring at this man you’ve never met before that’s sleeping on the couch. For all you know he could be some random guy who broke in

He looks so peaceful that you loathe to disturb it but you poke at him w a stick and he groans out something to the tune of “Go away Jaken”

“I’m not Jaken”

He immediately sat up and stared at you like he was trying to figure out who you were in his head for a moment 

“Don’t you want to sleep in your room?” you asked him. He stood up and begun to walk towards his room in response 

You just watched him walk away but before he turned the corner into the hallway you swear you heard him say “You should get some sleep too.”

[shattered-mirror-fanfic]

Took way too long but it’s here, enjoy!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32206135/chapters/82349017

Chapter below the cut for my readers who don’t prefer Ao3

Henry walked back onto the campgrounds, books in hand with Frisk following close behind. It was close to becoming 1 o’clock to their surprise. 

“Guess we spent longer in the library than we thought, guess we gotta apologise to Toriel about being almost a half hour late home” Henry spoke, knowing he was in trouble for keeping Frisk away for so long.

“Mom most likely won’t mind if she knows that you were keeping me safe Mr. Henry” Frisk replied smiling. Henry nodded and the two entered the camp that was their temporary home.

“Hey kid, I’m gonna pop your books in your tent ok? Why don’t you got snatch us some lunch?” Henry asked. Frisk nodded and hurried over to the camps center to see if Toriel had any leftover pie for them. After Henry left Frisk’s books in their tent he made his way over to the medical tent, only to see Right Hand Man inside, sitting on a chair next to the table where a large container was, holding the fragments of their chief’s soul. 

“Hey ‘enry” The man said, in a surprisingly soft tone. Heny set the book down on the table and pulled out a chair, sitting on it a tad awkwardly with it’s back in front of him. 

“What’s up boss? Is the chief’s death really hitting that hard?” Henry questioned.

“He’s not-! No, he’s not dead.” The Right Hand Man argued. Henry frowned, knowing something was off.

“Well if he’s not dead, then how come his prized medallion is draped over the tank with his broken soul?” The white-haired man asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You shut your damned mouth or ah swear…” Right spoke with his thick australian accent adding an extra layer of intimidation. 

“Okaaay, you’re going through some stuff, I’ll let you be.” Henry quickly responded. He sat up and walked out of the tent quickly to avoid getting Right Hand Man in more of a huff, just to bump into a familiar short yellow lizard. “Oh hey Doc, sorry ‘bout that.” 

“I-it’s fine, have you seen the Right Hand Man? I meant to talk to him about your boss's soul.” She asked. 

“Mister five stages of grief is in there.” Henry answered, pointing a thumb back to the tent he was just in. “Actually, have you seen Ellie? Meant to ask her something.”

The scientist twiddled her thumbs a bit before answering. “No, but she did leave a note saying she would be back by dinner, I have no idea where she is though”

“Damnit Ellie, be more specific next time.” Henry muttered.

~~~

Ellie wasn’t too fond of her soul trait. PERSEVERANCE had the lamest magic in her opinion, DETERMINATION could bend time, BRAVERY could teleport, JUSTICE could make people tell the truth, KINDNESS could heal and make shields, PATIENCE could freeze in place to avoid damage, INTEGRITY could change gravity, but PERSEVERANCE...it could only make plans based on a few minutes of worth of events. It sounds ok at first but in practice it’s not that great. Luckily, this came in handy for plotting a surprise sneak attack against your local government camp after they killed your boss. 

The red-head was positioned behind a bush up on a short cliff only a bit away from said government camp. She pulled out her walkie talkie and leaned in.

“Hey Svensson, you got the coordinates for the government rats?” She asked, in response she got a groan.

“Yes I did, and I am still your superior, so it’s Mr. Svensson to you.” He complained on his end. 

“Well Mr. Pain in the ass, ready to beam down the rocket launcher?”

“For the third time, you aren’t getting a rocket launcher. I’m sending down Burt, Carol and a few others.”

“Man, do you not trust me with explosives?”

“Not after the ‘Me and Henry are going to rob a chuck e cheese’ incident.”

“It was fun and it was one time!” She all but shouted into the device. She turned it off and looked back at the camp. So maybe exploding it isn’t a great idea. Ellie glanced over at one of the tents that was larger than the rest, and had a large red medical cross. Bingo.

~~~

“Hey Chara, can I ask you something? Do you know what happened to Asr-” Frisk started.

“No, we don’t mention him.” Chara said, cutting them off. Frisk set down their fork on the plate. 

“Okaaay, then what about Flowey?” Frisk reiterated. 

“Didn’t he want to stay behind? I mean, he thought he wouldn’t survive out here without a soul.” 

“Well what if he was wrong Chara?”

“Don’t tell me you actually cared about that little bugger! He tried to kill you, Frisk!” 

The child sighed and stared up at their ghost companion. 

“He can change, he’s done it before, and he can do it again.”

~~~

The flower in question sat among his non-sentient copies in the beginning of the underground. Or was it the end? He didn’t know, and didn’t care. Flowey sighed, and stared up at the entrance to the underground. No one ever visited him, after all, he tried to kill everyone and steal their souls to become a god. That was only the second time. How would anyone forgive him? No one would. Why would anyone care about him though? He only hurts, it’s all he’s good for. 

No. He won’t hurt again. The golden flower promised himself this, He pondered to himself about how to get out easily. Through personal research he deemed he could only travel for five minutes under the earth before needing to pop back out for at least another minute, as well as, it was difficult staying on the side of a wall without some proper hold. Thinking, Flowey noticed a vine that had fallen some time after the barrier broke. That’ll do. 

Flowey popped down under the ground then resurfaced under the vine. He wrapped one of his own vines on it and slid up it like a snake, reaching the top in under a few minutes. He looked out at the mid afternoon sun, basking in the potential photosynthesis he would gain if he just gave up and stayed a flower forever. But no, he had to keep going. 

After scanning the area a bit he noticed a camp in the distance that took up a hidden clearing. So that's where they went. He thought to himself. But hey, the worst case scenario is that it was a human camp, but he could blend in as some of the natural buttercups that grew around the mountain. It would take a while until he got there, but he knew it would be the start of his redemption.

~~~

“Ok would you rather fight an elephant sized axolotl or a hundred axolotl sized elephants? Honestly, either would do for me.” Chara asked, smiling.

“Am I allowed to spare either? If not then an elephant sized axolotl, it would give up to get to water.” Frisk answered. Henry laughed and leaned back.

“Nah, a hundred axolotl sized elephants, that way they won’t crush you on the way to the water.” He spoke. “Plus, I ain’t a pacifist, I won’t have a burden on my shoulder.” 

“But those are innocent elephants!” Frisked shouted. 

“What if they had caused the deaths of thousands? Then would you reconsider?”

“You’re cruel sometimes Chara.” Henry chuckled. Frisk smiled and knew, maybe more humans were like the toppats, they didn’t seem that bad. 

“Gasp, I, the dead child sharing a soul with another child, is cruel.”

“Ok, ok, you two, reel it in, we’re meant to have a nice picnic, minus the food.” Frisk laughed. It was nice after most of their life living by themself as an orphan, to finally have a family. Sure, they didn’t have an exact father figure, but they had a mom in Toriel, a sibling in Chara, and now an older brother in Henry. It was everything they could ever dream of. 

“Sorry Frisk.” Chara apologized sarcastically. 

“Sorry kid, plus Chara isn’t as cruel as another demon I know.” Henry apologized, gazing at the air next to him like he was gesturing towards someone. But no, player was off minding their own weird business off somewhere that Henry didn’t care. They couldn’t do anything with Henry being there as a physical form. With this, they were most likely trying to chase a squirrel up a tree to find it’s home to (attempt to) destroy it. 

“Speaking of whom, you said you’re in a similar boat to us, yeah? Well, haven’t seen your little soul buddy, where are they?” The red ghost asked, folding their arms. “Seriously, the fact you can see me means you aren’t lying, are you just in stage one?”

“No, they just don’t like people, and people don’t like them. They also much prefer tormenting squirrels than answering questions about elephants and axolotls.” Henry addressed. Chara scrunched their face while Henry just smiled. 

That’s when the two humans felt something off, Frisk in specific heard dirt churning. Chara looked at them oddly as they weren’t sitting to feel the disturbance. That’s when a golden buttercup popped out of the ground. 

“Well, that’s not normal, or I’ve been on the orbital station for too long.” The adult said, questioning himself. That’s when the flower turned its head, showing its face.

“That damned flower got out!” 

“Nice to see you too Chara.” The flower spoke. “Anyways, Howdy! I’m Flowey, Flowey the Flower!” 

“I can tell.” Henry sarcastically responded. 

“Oh goodie goodie, the smiley trashbag comedian has a human twin.” Flowey spoke with a caustic remark, while Chara proceeded to lose their mind laughing at the realization of the similarities. “Anywho, I actually came here to say something.”

“What is it Flowey?” Frisk asked.

“Well…..” He paused. Why couldn’t he do it? He recited what he wanted to say on the way over, he knew he wanted to apologise, but the words wouldn’t form. He couldn’t say sorry, he couldn’t tell them the promise he made to himself...

He just was incapable of feeling true remorse. 

“Of course, typical unfeeling flower. Will want everyone’s attention, then goes silent. Typical.”

“Chara! That was rude!” Frisk scolded. Flowey sighed, and popped back into the ground. Maybe it wasn’t time to repair that burnt bridge.

When Flowey popped back up, he moved himself next to a large tent near the edge of the clearing (as indicated by the large trees next to the tent). Chara was right, I have no soul, I can’t feel… Thoughts like that raced through his mind, he wanted to be better, but without a soul it was useless.

He stared around for something to do when he saw a tall man, leaning against a tree with a cigarette in his hand. 

“Hey, Smokey! Y’know you’re gonna get yourself killed with that!” Flowey snarked loudly at the man. Right Hand Man looked down at the flower with a cold gaze. 

“Wow Einstein, you’ve cracked the code and can leave the simulation now, hurray.” He laughed. Flowey was not amused. Instead he slid up the tree Right was leaning on and sat on one of the low branches. “And hey, ‘anks for the concern, but ah don’t get cigarettes that have tar in ‘em. So I’m lung cancer safe.”

“Huh, didn’t know those existed, anyways, I’m Flowey!” The buttercup had returned to his normal jovial mood.

“Nice to meet ya Flowey, I’m Right Hand Man.” 

“What kind of name is that?”

“What kind of name is Flowey?”

“Touché” The two chuckled a bit, then Flowey asked the question that he completely forgot about in favor of introductions. “Say, why are you smoking in the first place?” 

“Everytime I light a new one, ah ask myself the same thing. Then I remember my best friend is dead, there’s no HOPE left for anyone, and no amount of what if’s are gonna bring him back!” RIght started before going off into a tangent and yelling to himself. 

“Hey big guy, calm down, there’s got to be some way to bring him back, yeah? Do you have his soul?” 

~~~

Honestly, Flowey didn’t expect a yes, and he especially didn’t expect it to be stuck in such disrepair. 

“Holy mother of asgore! What’d you do to him?!” He exclaimed. 

“Only managed to get ‘im in by the time he was like this.” Right answered truthfully. He put a hand on the tank, rubbing it thoughtfully while the flower starred from his new-found perch on the Right Hand Man’s shoulder. 

“Man, rough timing, eh? Anyways, do you perchance have a pot I could dip into? Soil is much more comfortable.” Flowey requested. Right sighed and kneeled down and grabbed a clay pot from under the table that had been left, he went outside and scooped a bit of dirt in before planting Flowey in it. He went back inside and set the pot next to Reginald’s soul tank before sitting onto the chair still left out from the events of earlier today.

“So, did you know that most likely if his being still exists somewhere, like the void, he would be in complete agony? I mean, I myself wouldn’t know as I have no soul, plus I’m a monster, but probably a broken soul would mean a world of pain?” The plant addressed, looking up at the top of the tent before facing the Aussie with the last point. 

“Reg is strong, he can take it, he’s been through worse.” Right replied sternly.

“I’m just saying, if you really cared, you would be working your butt off trying to get him out of this state.”

“Shut it flower boy, Ah don’t need to hear how much of a failure I am.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Flowey retorted, managing to bounce his pot closer to the tank. Two vines shot out of the pot, waving about frantically, acting like arms to demonstrate his frustration. Damn his subconscious want of misery in others, he would definitely need to work on that later. “I’m not saying you failed! I’m just saying you’re lounging around crying about your problems instead of fixing them! There’s plenty of things you could do!” 

“Well do YOU have any smart ideas? Or are ya just goin’ to be a thorn in mah side?!” The toppat argued back. Flowey stewed for a moment before spotting a leather book on the other end of the table, noticing a keyword, soul. He reached for it with a vine.

“Correction, buttercups don’t have thorns. Plus, this book here may do the trick!” He pulled the book to him with immense speed. Too immense in fact that it hit the glass of the soul preserving tank. It wobbled for a moment before tilting off the table. 

Smash!

[roseofithaca]

Consequences

Follow-up to What She Needs, because who doesn’t love make-up fluff.

*

She wakes to the sound of eggs sizzling on a frying pan, the greasy smell of bacon wafting over her. Her stomach rumbles but she’s not ready to get up just yet, snuggled into the sofa beneath the shirt that’s been laid over her.

It’s not a bad position to wake up in but it leaves her a little disoriented.

What time is it? If she’s on the couch then it must be the afternoon but...they wouldn’t be having fried eggs and bacon this late - not that either of them gave a fork about eating routines, it just wasn’t usual. She doesn’t recall practicing walking or swimming earlier, her hair isn’t damp, her calf muscles aren’t cramping...

Ten seconds is all it takes for the time to rearrange itself properly in her head, for the barrage of memories to slot in place like a magical jigsaw and recall why she’s waking up alone, on the sofa, in the morning. And why she shouldn’t be calling the nearby chef over for a good morning kiss. He doesn’t deserve one...not yet. So she stays quiet, pretending to stir and mumble to show she’s awake, but keeping her eyes and mouth shut.

At least he left a nice, warm indent for her to lay in for as long as she wants to stay there and let him wait on her.

She barely remembers the nightmare that forced her to seek out Michael’s comfort, it’s been dissolved by the peaceful sleep and sanctuary she slept through until a minute ago. When her mind attempts to recall it, against her will, all she catches are the worst sensations of fear and loneliness, absence of all hope, her skin crawling as if covered in dung beetles. Again. Eleanor inhales, letting the scents and sounds of the beach house return her to the present.

Michael places her mug on the coffee table. Fork, she’s gonna have to give in and sit up now. She’s prepared to wait until she hears him move back to the kitchen. Then his fingers stroke some of her hair from her face, then brush against her cheek. Forking...

“Y’know I could bite your hand right now.” She murmurs, eyes still closed.

“It’d be worth it.” Michael tells her, softly; “Plus Janet would just grow it back.”

“Ugh, gross.” Eleanor wrinkles her nose; “You’re like a lizard.”

“Oh so it’s fine when you call me a...” She opens her eyes in time to see him bite his tongue as he kneels beside the couch; “Never mind.”

Indeed. She’s glad to see he’s smart enough not to dig his hole even deeper than it already is.

He gives her a humble smile; “How you feeling?”

“Still annoyed with you. I’ll update you when that changes, bud.” Eleanor pushes herself up and yawns.

“I figured that. I meant after...Last night...”

Oh.

“You can just say ‘nightmares’, man, it’s not a forbidden word.” She accepts the coffee when he passes it to her; “And I’m okay...Don’t even remember it. Just is what it is.” And it sucks; “It’s not like you can take them away or anything.”

“I could. I mean...” he takes a breath, “I could always...take the memories away...It’s crossed my mind more than once.”

She takes a sip of her drink, studying the conflict on his face.

“...Could you do it without erasing our time together?”

Michael shakes his head.

She shrugs; “Then it’s not an option, dummy.” Her eyes harden when he dares to look touched by that; “And don’t assume that means I like you again!”

They don’t say another word to each other until she’s nearly finished her breakfast, sat the kitchen island, stomach ravenous after eating nothing but Janet-delivered snacks with her drink instead of dinner the previous night. Michael sits opposite, slowly making his way through his hash browns, eyes cast downwards, almost unnaturally quiet.

He nudges a couple of baked beans with his knife, looking pensive. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Eleanor glances up, still chewing her eggs. Wow, was that really so hard? To be fair, she’s hardly one to talk. It was hardly a word she was used to saying in life, unless it was something along the lines of ‘Oh I’m sorry you can’t handle how hot I am’ or ‘Sorry...not sorry, psyche!’. 

Michael puts down his knife; “I don’t think of you...Of any of you guys as cockroaches, not really. Humans have always astounded me with how...resilient you guys are. You’re like rubber, everything that hits you just bounces off...I’m sure there’s some kinda great intellectual saying with that analogy...” He waves his hands; “Anyway...Truth is, I’m never been good with handling anyone being better than me...It took me two hundred years of being an apprentice until I got my own neighbourhood. Do you know that’s the longest any demon was in training for? Most fly solo after the first fifty years or so! And even before that, no matter how good I thought I was at torturing, there was always another demon wo was better and getting more praise...I was never strong enough to compete so I would take it out on...” His jaw clenches with shame.

Eleanor swallows the last of her food. She keeps watching, not saying a word, letting him get out everything he’s been clearly rehearsing in his head as he cooked.

“Having someone be better at my old job was one thing...But when there’s someone better at being what I truly have always wanted to be...and never will. Someone who also gets to spend more time with the woman I love...Who knows how to be a better...person,” Michael reaches to sip his own coffee; “The truth is...I’m the one who feels like an insect between the two of you. I feel...scared...” he clears his throat; “Scared that I’ll always fall short of the rest of you...I don’t have anything that compares to your strength or Chidi’s wisdom. Fork, I don’t have Tahani’s confidence...even Jason seems to understand some lessons more than me, with those inane stories he tells which always seem to somehow be on point!”

It’s true, every nonsensical ramble about the DJ’s life seemed to neatly tie in to some ethical thought experiment. He had a talent for it. That and firing spit balls around the chalkboard. 

Michael manages a smile, his cheeks turning pink to match his shirt; “You’re not small and gross to me. You’re...magnificent. And gigantic. Like...mammoths.”

Eleanor snorts.

“That the best you can do?”

“Oh c’mon!” Michael scoffs; “Mammoths are awesome! They....Oh, I forgot, you haven’t seen one. Would you like to? I can get Janet to-.”

“No, no....Well, maybe later, I’m sure Jason would love to ride one, but...” She sighs and slides off her stall.

It’s impossible for her to resist those puppy dog eyes anymore. She moves around the island and shifts her butt onto his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. He blinks, stunned, as she moves in close. One of her hands unhooks to run her fingers across his soft, white hair, smiling as her nose touches his. Michael dares to put his hands on her middle, holding her tight and secure.

She presses her lips to his, lightly at first, before cupping his jaw and moving her tongue to massage her demon boyfriend’s, sharing the taste of bacon between them. It’s been over a week since they’ve had a chance to hold each other and kiss, properly, like this. Having to hold off on the good stuff out of keeping to her newfound principles and to teach him a lesson was not easy. 

But totally worth it.

Eleanor hums as she pulls back, holding onto his shoulders; “Apology accepted. And as for that whole, ‘having nothing that compares to us’ schtick...You know that’s bullshirt, right?” 

Michael looks puzzled. What a dingus. Eleanor touches his face, thumb stroking across his cheekbone. 

“You care, dude. That’s your virtue. It’s why I’m so in love with you, even when you drive me crazy. None of us taught you that...It was right there, locked away inside of you, but you brought it out and you cared for me when I needed to....And you kept on doing it, even when you could’ve stopped...You tried to sacrifice yourself to save me and my friends....You keep putting your neck on the line for us...Don’t ever think that’s worthless, okay? We’re all super grateful to have the most caring, if a little immature and arrogant, demon on our team.”

There’s a wetness growing on his blue eyes, making them shine behind his glasses. She should really add ‘sappy’ to that list. Eleanor kisses his cheek as one tear leaks.

“Maybe that’s why you sucked at torturing. You only went so far to prove your worth. Your heart was never really in it?” She wonders.

He shrugs; “Possibly...Mostly because I don’t have a heart.”

She slaps his chest, lightly; “Y’know what I mean. Do I have to make you one like you’re the forking Tin Man just so you get the point?”

“...Yeah, okay.” He seems excited to have another trinket for his collection.

“Well, I ain’t crafting shirt that’s more complex than another paperclip bracelet, so ask Janet for one.” Eleanor smiles, leaning in to hug him tight around the neck. He squeezes her back, no doubt feeling the same relief as she had, to be back in each others arms without a worry for the weekend.

He hesitates before asking the next question.

“Am I allowed back in the bed tonight?” He says, sheepishly.

“Well....I suppose it will save me the walk if I have another bad dream.” She slips off of his lap; “...Only on one condition of course. You apologise to Chidi.”

His face falls, like a little kid who just had his candy snatched away.

“What, today? He’s not even here! How am I gonna...Can’t I just repeat what I said to you to him?”

“No, that’s cheating.” Her voice turns stern, ‘tutor’ mode activated; “You gotta think of a way to say sorry to him in a way he’d appreciate.”

Michael sighs and taps his fingers on the surface.

“I...I suppose I could...write him an essay on Consequentialism, drawling parallels it to this whole situation?” He suggests, looking to her for the go ahead.

“That’s....actually brilliant. He’d love that! Go for it.” Why are the two men she’s closest to in this afterlife the biggest dorks?

And, worse, she’s pretty much one herself now.

Michael grins, perking up from her approval; “Oh, great! I’ll get right on it and...Then what, do you want me to go back and read it to him?”

“No, just say it to Janet and she can repeat it to him back at my house.” Eleanor waves off; “...But you gotta have her disguise herself as Chidi while you’re reading it, so it feels like you’re saying it to him.”

“That’s gonna be disturbing as well as awkward.” He shifts, frowning.

Eleanor kisses his head before whispering; “That’s consequences, baby. Now get to writing. I’mma gonna go ask speedboating with Janet on those waves until you’re done. Then we can have the couples getaway this is supposed to be.”

As he gets up to put the dishes in the sink, she makes sure to give his butt a good slap, just to add in that incentive. She adores the startled, giddy look on his face that it always leaves him with. Damn it’s tough to stay mad at someone so cute.

After changing out of her PJs and into her bathing suit, sunglasses resting on her head, she goes to head out the patio doors.

“Hey, babe...” Michael stops her, having finished washing up. She turns to see his smile; “...Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Chidi’s gotta accept your apology so don’t half-ash it.”

“I wasn’t just saying thanks for that...” He stares at her, adoringly; “....I mean for everything, Eleanor. Thank you.”

She tilts her head to the side. Then a smile.

A quick skip towards him, leaning up on her toes, hands on his shoulders to reach that mouth of his again. Fork, it’s more effort to reach him when he’s upright. She gives him another kiss, a little motivation, something to remind him of what he misses out on when acting like a deck.

“You’re very welcome...Now make your hot girlfriend proud by doing your homework.” She smirks, one hand stroking down his chest; “Then come fork me into the sand, ‘cause I’m horny as Here - and if you don’t, I’m gonna get Janet to make me a clone of Jason Statham to spend this weekend with.”

If that doesn’t force the dumb demon to get his ash into gear then nothing will.

[catharrington]

I may have scrolled down and see that promp list and... you know 😍. So can I ask for bodyswap & kegboys?

I have never never written body swap au before so bare with me!!!

@livedsomanylives thanks so much for the ask!! and here is a link for the list my ask is always open for more!

***

Steve woke up but it didn’t necessarily feel like he woke up, he was sure he was still dreaming. Laying down on his stomach, head slightly turned to the side, he saw a gaudy poster of a three headed Cerbus looking thing growling back at him. Steve blinked. Mostly sure he didn’t hang a poster on the back of his door while he was sleeping.

Then the door shook, rocked on its hinges, with a mean knocking noise. “Get the Hell up! You are not going to make Max late again because you were curing your hair!” And then more words were said but rushed and under the mans breath. Steve didn’t recognize the voice, but he sure was starting to get a grasp on the location.

He wasn’t sure how it happened but he must have slept over with Billy, maybe sleep-walked and climbed through his window sure, sure. Steve lifted himself and spun around to find the bed empty. He sat up and looked around and found the whole room empty. Except for him.

Steve hesitantly, reminding himself to take steady breaths, started towards the closet and small mirror set up there. He looked at his reflection, and Billy looked back.

Omg, he thought. It’s like a shitty sci-fi tv show. Steve felt Billy’s cheek and the beard trying to grow there, then across Billy’s head of tight curls, then he cupped one of Billy’s meticulously crafted abs. Then Steve stopped himself.

Don’t be a pervert, he sighed almost out loud.

“Hey, jerk, are you awake?” That was Max’s voice and Steve barely had anytime to consider how fresh weird this was before she busted the door open.

Steve blinked back at her, standing in only flannel pajama bottoms in front of the mirror, and she glared back at him, arms crossed and ready for school. School, Steve almost choked on the idea.

“Earth to Billy?” she shook her red hair.

“Get out!” Steve gasped, finally able to use words in this foreign throat, he turned to her and fluttered his hands in a wild motion, “get out, get out!”

She closed the door to his sputtereing, thankfully leaving Steve alone in his spazzing.

Just a minute later he comes out, now wearing a long sleeve shirt and maybe clean jeans he found on the floor while tugging on a denim jacket. Steve knew he looked crazy but he dressed with his eyes closed.

“About time,” the same man, Billy’s father, growled out. Steve kept as far from him and the breakfast table as possible. He shimmied across the kitchen counters making a bee line for the door.

“Max, let’s get going... to school.” Steve almost couldn’t finish his sentence listening to another voice come out of his mouth.

Thankfully, Max jumped up and lead the way to the Camaro.

This, I think I can handle, he slid into the driver side of the Camaro and whistled. Running his hands up the steering wheel, before twisting the key and listening to her roar to life. Steve wasn’t noticing; well he was ignoring, the way Max was judging him from the corner of her eyes.

Steve’s plan was simple; just drop Max off and find Billy. Well, find his own body. When he pulled into the high school parking lot he thanked the gods for not making him work too hard.

There Billy was, or rather Steve was, leaned on the side of his burgundy BMW, wearing the same faded tshirt he wore to sleep with a pair of jeans slapped on, and nawing the end of a cigarette like it owed him money. Oh, ding ding.

Steve pulled up right next to him, already ruined with the idea of Steve Harrington out for everyone to see smoking in the parking lot. Trying not to remember the way he went to bed in that shirt, and only that shirt on.

“Hey, man,” Steve started as he climbed out of the Camaro, but that’s as far as he got before another’s voice interjected.

“Oh my god,” Steve turned to look and Billy stopped short his rage march over to look too. And there was Tommy, freckles the same as the night before; newly painted pink with a blush.

Billy caught his eyes with a worrisome flick, reading the same Steve felt, he knows and he knows something about it.

“Oh my god,” Tommy repeated. This time higher pitched as Billy shoved him hard into the steel blue metal of the Camaro.

“Spill it, Hagan. Obviously some really twisted shit is going down and I don’t like it.” Billy drawled the words low but loud into Tommy’s face. Steve was a little weirded out by watching his own body shove around his best friend, got even more weirded out when he noticed Tommy’s pink blush double.

“Spill what ever the fuck you know. You hear me, freckles!” Billy yelled in Steve’s voice.

“Yeah yeah, I just don’t know how to reply!” He tried in vain to shove Billy off, but the feral fighting spirit of Billy coupled with the inches Steve has on Tommy meant he didn’t budge. “Okay!” Tommy threw his hands up, looking between them two.

“Alight, I’ll tell you.” Tommy surrendered. Steve let his eye contact drop and didn’t really mean to focus on the way Tommy was straining hard againt the front of his jeans. Oh, that’s interesting.

Billy kept him pinned; let up just a little but didn’t move away. Billy didn’t style or even brush Steve’s hair this morning. Steve at least tried to finger comb Billy’s mane into something presentable, but Billy didn’t even try. So Steve’s hair was wild in all directions and unhinged. He looked angry, or fucked out... one of the two.

That idea sent a shiver down Steve’s spine.

“I did this. Last night.” Tommy started quietly, word by word. “I found a book in my basement, in my grandmas old stuff. And it was like... it promised to make...,” he trailed off.

Billy wasn’t satisfied. He shoved his arm, Steve’s body’s bony elbow, right up to Tommy’s throat. “You used a book? Are you some sort of black magic devil fucker? Some creepy Evil Dead shit?”

“What?!” Tommy squeaked.

Steve finally decided to step in. He pushed against his own body to relax a little, pulling his taught arms away, having Billy’s muscles helped with that. Billy sneered like a pissed lizard but he backed off Tommy.

“Just let him finish.” Steve said softly, and the weirdness of Billy’s voice being that soft coming out of his mouth was not ignored by anyone. Especially Billy himself who blushed a little, squirming in the hold Steve kept on one arm.

Tommy rubbed his throat, didn’t make eye contact again, but continued. “It was supposed to make you guys... get over yourselves.” Billy’s little excuse me?! From the side was kept in check by Steve’s hold on his arm. He leveled him with a sharp glare before turning back to Tommy.

“What does that mean?” He asked, super confused.

Tommy rolled his eyes. He shuffled, bit his lip, eyed up Steve’s body coiled tight ready to attack him again, before he continued. “You guys like each other. It’s so annoyingly obvious, like the worst kind of obvious. I just wanted to... help?”

Steve let his grip lax on Billy, and Billy stopped trying to claw his way out. They kept touching the other. Then slowly turned and saw matching wide eyed stares. This is not exactly how Steve wanted to confess, like telling your crush while he’s snarling pissed off and trapped inside of your own body you like him isn’t exactly romantic, holy shit. But he gave a weak smile anyways.

“It wasn’t that obvious, don’t be dramatic,” Steve was clutching onto the one shred of standards he could keep.

Billy sputtered a little, his tongue swiped out to lick his lips, but he gave a weak cocked smile. And shrugged. “I mean,” he was holding his smile; then he blinked a few times and the anger was back, “hold on, you fucking cursed us?”

Tommy backed himself into the side of the Camaro this time to get away from the anger in Billy’s voice. “It’s temporary! Totally, totally temporary! But- I can reverse it. I think? With my grandmas book.” Tommy was talking to his own shoes, nervous and blushing, and Steve noticed still quivering in the front of his jeans. Those jeans must be uncomfortable.

“Then let’s go,” Steve offered. He pulled against Billy’s arm towards the Camaro. Sliding the cold keys into his hand. Then flicked his eyes up to Tommy’s.

Billy was hesitant but he took the cue. Only stopping to fake lunge at Tommy once before he got in the drivers seat. Steve walked after him, he stopped to drag a hand over Tommy’s shoulder in a comforting way. Before he grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and walked him to the passengers side.

“Let’s get this all sorted out in your basement, right? Then maybe if you don’t mess anything else up I’ll show you how thankful I am for all this soul revealing revelations shit.” Steve muttered.

Tommy couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he was shoved into the back seat and they speed off away from the high school.

[crashdevlin]

Light at the End of the Multiverse 3- Lizard and Soldat

Author’s Note: This was a request for an SPN/Avengers crossover with a powered Avenger reader who got sent to Apocalypse World during the fight with Thanos.

Pairing(s): Bucky x Reader (past), Dean x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 2825

Summary: Y/n muses over her relationship with Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings:    Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, angst, mentions of torture and brainwashing

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It didn’t take long to get the hang of Jack’s world. It wasn’t home, but it was nice. No aliens. No Hydra. No need for SHIELD. No need for the Avengers. Just a bunch of hunters saving the world...repeatedly. In a lot of ways, it was simple and simple was good.

Dean and Jack started calling you ‘Sorceress’. Dean did it teasingly and Jack with a childlike awe in his voice. You didn’t tell either of them how much you liked it, how it made you remember home.

You liked Jack’s dads. Sam remind you of Steve; shy, sad, and smart. Castiel was a bit like Thor; powerful, inhuman, but trying so hard to honor humanity, and Dean...Dean reminded you of Bucky.

So much weight on his shoulders, so much regret in his eyes, but that smile...those men had a thousand suns behind their smiles. Dean was flirty, just like Buck once he got comfortable with you, and his lips were just as kissable as Bucky’s.

Not that you thought about kissing the older Winchester. You wouldn’t. Bucky was waiting for you...you prayed he was still waiting for you.

“What if you never make it back?” the young woman, Maggie, asked.

You shrugged. “Then I make a life here. If normal humans can be monster hunters, then I can exceed at it.”

“And your boyfriend?”

“We wouldn’t be the worst thing either of us ever lost. Just the most recent.”

“Okay, but-” Maggie looked around the library to make sure that no one within earshot was someone who would care. “-you know Dean Winchester’s got his eye on you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you denied. “Besides...I’m not ready to give up on going home, yet.”

“He stares at you! I’ve seen it! He’s got a crush,” Maggie insisted quietly. You shrugged. He was nice and all, but he just...wasn’t Bucky.

"He's a grown man, kiddo. He doesn't have a crush. And it wouldn't matter, anyway. I've got a boyfriend."

"Okay, but your boyfriend is two dimensions behind you. You don't know how you're gonna get back and-"

"As long as it's a possibility for me to get back, I'm not giving up," you said, standing and walking toward the cot you set up by the giant telescope. You curled up on your side and let your mind wander.

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"There's someone you should meet, Y/n," Steve said, approaching your bed. The name threw you off. It still didn't feel like it was you.

"Why?" you asked, quietly.

"I think you'll have a lot to talk about, not that either of you are especially talkative." Steve sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking around. "He hasn't decorated his room, either."

You licked your lips and shook your head. "Captain Rogers, I...I don't think I-"

"Just meet him. His name's Bucky, but you probably know him as the Winter Soldier."

Your eyes went wide. You'd heard of the Soldier, of course. Hydra had you for years and your handlers told stories of him. He was a ghost. A robot. A monster.

"You know of him?" Steve asked. You nodded. "He was stolen by Hydra, just like you. Brainwashed, turned against his country and friends, made to do a thousand things he'd rather forget. He's the reason I didn't kill you in Seattle. I knew you weren't really Chameleon, that deep down you were still Y/n, and if we could get through to Bucky after seventy years, we could get through to you. Just talk to him. Okay?"

"Okay," you whispered.

"Come on. He's in the gym. Neutral ground." You followed him without a word, arms tucked behind your back and eyes cast down at the floor in order to avoid accidental eye contact. You could hear the thud of punches landing on vinyl as you approached the gym.

“Hey, Buck!” Steve shouted and the thudding stopped. A tall, thick-muscled man with long dark hair and striking blue eyes rounded the heavy bag. His eyes roamed your body, but it wasn’t sexual; he was sizing you up, analyzing strengths and weaknesses. You did the same to him. It took less than ten seconds to develop a plan of attack...just in case. “This is Y/n, the girl I was telling you about.”

You offered your hand and he took it, immediately flipping your glove down to reveal the three dots tattooed on the inside of your wrist. “Proyekt Troitsa?” he asked, his thumb sweeping across the dots.

“Da,” you whispered.

He nodded and dropped your hand, turning back to the bag. “You can leave now, Steve. Neither of us needs a babysitter.”

“Have FRIDAY call me if you need anything,” Steve said, walking away.

Bucky thudded out a few more punches against the vinyl as Steve walked away and you stood, looking at Bucky’s feet. “Most of the women in Project Trinity didn’t survive intake,” he said, finally. His eyes were on the bag as he spoke, not on you.

“They weren’t strong enough, I was,” you responded.

“You’re the Chameleon, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Pierce sent me to clean up after you a few years ago. You left a witness.”

You knew exactly what mission he was referencing. “She was blind. She didn’t see anything.”

“No, but she heard enough.” You sighed and shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Go grab a pair of Natalia’s gloves. She won’t mind you borrowing them.”

“You gonna throw me around the gym?” you asked, walking toward a metal cabinet.

“Only if you don’t dodge, sweetheart,” he responded, calmly.

You did dodge his blows, of course, but Bucky always seemed to catch you with his fists, anyway.

You spent most of your free time with him, sparring in the gym. He said it was good to have an outlet, that sparring was the best way to learn control.

You liked Bucky. He felt familiar, like a childhood friend you lost touch with. Not that you remembered your childhood.

As the weeks passed, tension in you grew. You weren’t in a place to fall for that smile, or those eyes. You were still too broken to think about the weight of his body pressing you into the mat during training.

You and Bucky had been training together for two months when it happened; he swept your leg out from under you, sending you to the mat, and dropped down on top of you, metal prosthetic hand around your throat but not applying any pressure.

“Sloppy. Where’s your head, Lizard?” he asked, using his mocking, yet so endearing, nickname.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

“Well, if you don’t figure it out, I’m not gonna be able to tell Steve you’re mission ready, sweetheart.”

You sighed heavily and sat up, pressing your lips to his. He froze for a moment, then moved his hand to cradle the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You somersaulted backward and jumped to your feet. “Bad idea. I’m so sorry. Mir leid!” you whispered, frantically, before rushing out of the gym. Bucky told Steve you were mission ready that night.

It was a week later, as you listened to Steve give a mission debrief, that Bucky moved to stand next to you. He waited until you were obviously distracted by Captain America, then took your left hand in his right. You gasped, looking down at the intimate contact. “Pay attention, Lizard,” he whispered. You forced your eyes up, forced yourself to focus on Steve.

“Don’t get killed,” were his last words to you before you went on your recon mission. It wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. It wasn’t supposed to end with an explosion and the debris of a four story building lying on your back. How they’d known you were there was a mystery, just like the fact that the entire building had been rigged to blow with a code your target put in on his way to the helicopter pad on the roof.

“Sorceress! Sorceress, come in!” Steve came through your earpiece, but you could barely breathe so speaking was out of the question. “Dammit, Y/n! Say something!”

“Need...extrac-” Dust settling around you made you cough. “Get...me...out.”

“Tony’s on his way, Y/n. Just hold on,” Natasha’s voice came through. “Where were you when the building went up? We don’t have a fix on your location.”

Your brain couldn’t comprehend location. You couldn’t remember what floor you were on or which corner, what direction you were facing. You couldn’t think with the trauma and oxygen starvation working against your brain. “I-”

“Tony can find her without her help. We just gotta keep her awake so we don’t lose her,” Steve whispered, but you heard.

“Move,” Bucky’s deep tone came next. There was shuffling on the microphone, then breathing, deep and hypnotic in your ear. “Told you not to get killed, Lizard. You gonna disobey a direct order from a superior?”

You timed your shaky breaths with his, knowing you weren’t getting as much oxygen as he was, but still trying to match him. “Who...said...you’re...my superior?”

“Pierce...and Steve...and I was a Sergeant in the United States Army. You wanna argue about it?”

“P-Pierce...didn’t...say that.”

“Yeah. He did, sweetheart. You were just Proyekt Troitsa...and Winter Soldier trumps the only surviving little trinity bitch,” Bucky said.

“Buck!” Steve scolded.

“Shut up, Steve. She’s on her first mission for the good guys and she’s gonna die like a punk, trapped under some rubble. What happened to her special skills, huh? What happened to being stronger than the other women in Proyekt Troitsa, Y/n?”

“I...am...but I...can’t breathe,” you whispered, rage welling up in your crushed chest.

“You’d be able to breathe if you moved some of that debris off’a you, but I forgot...you’re just a weak little-”

“Shut up!” you demanded, blue enveloping your vision as your powers forced the bits of broken building away from you. You took a deep breath as soon as you were able.

“Y/n! That sounded promising,” Bucky said, darkness gone from his tone. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I was able to move some of the debris, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep it off of me. How far out is Stark?”

“Comin’ in now, Sorceress. You did a number on this place, didn’t you?” Tony said, as the rubble around you started to move.

“Yeah, it wasn’t me this time, thanks.”

"All right, kid. Gimme a minute and I'll dig you out. Can't have you lying around on the job. It's bad PR."

"Oh, that's comforting. For a moment, I thought you might be worried about me, but it's just your image you're worrying on."

"FRIDAY, run a scan," Tony said, quietly, before speaking out loud. "You know, Barnes is right. If you bite it on your first mission, that’ll be embarrassing for everyone.”

“Three broken ribs and a significant amount of internal bleeding. Just get me outta here, Stark.”

“I’m working on it. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he said, as light started to shine through the rubble.

“I’m not wearing any,” you quipped as the concrete on top of you moved to reveal Iron Man. He leaned down and picked you up, flying you to the Quinjet where the other Avengers were waiting.

“She’s got three broken ribs, a shit-ton of internal bleeding and a pressure fracture to her left fibula,” Tony said, gently laying you on the med table as Clint took off toward the Avengers Compound.

Bucky’s worried blue eyes were almost immediately over you. “You called me a bitch,” you whispered.

He nodded. “It worked, didn’t it? You got angry.”

“You’re not my superior,” you whispered.

“Put me in the mat and I’ll agree with you there.”

“Soon as I’m outta the med lab, I’m gonna kick your ass, Barnes.”

Bucky smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. “I’d like to see you try, Lizard.”

"I'm not gonna try. Gonna do it."

"Thought you were gonna put me in the mat, Y/n," he whispered three weeks later, as he leaned over you. He was holding your wrists above your head, his thick thighs straddling your hips as he held you down in the ring.

"Bucky, I-" you started, but he dipped his head down and looked directly in your eyes.

"Think we both like it better when you're the one in the mat."

"Yeah," you agreed, nodding just slightly.

His lips crashed down on yours, his hair fanning around your face as he kissed you. When he let your hands go, you grabbed his shoulders, feeling the spot under his shirt where the prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder. He picked you up easily and carried you to his room, dropping you to his twin-size bed. You bounced once before he was on you, ripping your exercise pants down your legs and tossing them across the room as you pulled your tank top off and dropped it to the floor next to his bed.

His clothes didn’t come off nearly fast enough enough for you and you pulled impatiently at his black sweatpants as he pulled his white tank over his head. “Wait a minute, sweetheart. Little patience,” he whispered and you leaned back, head hitting his single thin pillow. He slipped his pants down his legs and you licked your lips as he covered your body with his. His right hand slid down your body, his left hand planted in the mattress next to your head as he kissed and licked at your neck.

He rolled a condom onto his shaft and slid it along your pussy, pushing his cock into you slowly, watching the look on your face morph as he bottomed out in you. His metal hand stayed wrapped in the sheets as he took up a steady, slow, hard pace. His prosthetic fingers didn’t touch you but his right hand groped its way across your flesh, putting bruises on your hip and thigh as his cock plunged deep into your cunt.

Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, but when he was inside you, endearments seemed to flow easier. You returned every sweet nothing between whimpers and moans and when you came hard around his cock, you almost slipped the ‘L’ word into the babbling. When he came, though, the words were mumbled into your shoulder. “Love you, sweetheart.”

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“Hey, I’m goin’ on a supply run. You wanna come with me, sweetheart?” Dean asked, stepping up the stairs to the area next to your cot. You sighed, feeling nostalgia at the nickname and sat up.

“Um...y-yeah. Sure.” You stood and stretched. You managed to keep your face straight as Dean’s eyes swept down your body. “Where we goin’?”

“Beer run. Well, toilet paper and snacks, but...mostly beer,” Dean answered, turning away and heading for the garage. “Maybe hit the liquor store, too. Get something cask strength for ya.”

“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I’m fine with regular bourbon.”

“Just want you to feel at home, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder. You opened the passenger door with your powers and slid into the seat. “Hey, be careful with the magic powers on my Baby, huh?”

“I’ve told you. It’s not magic.”

“Close enough,” he said, smirking as he turned over the engine. “You are a Sorceress, ain’t’cha?”

“Yes, I am,” you said, proudly.

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When Maggie died, it sent Jack into a spiral. When Lucifer showed up, it sent everything else into a spiral. Michael showed up on Lucifer’s heels and Sam demanded you, Bobby and Mary take Maggie and get out of the bunker. You didn’t want to go. You were certain you could be of more help to them if you stayed, but you couldn’t deny Dean when he turned those green eyes and said, “Please, go!”.

It didn’t take more than three hours for Sam to be on Mary’s phone. “What do you mean, ‘Michael took him’?” she asked.

“Michael took who?” you asked from the backseat of Mary’s car.

“No, but Dean can expel him, right? Like you did with Lucifer?”

“What happened?!” you demanded, using your powers to press the break down and jam the car into Park. Mary looked at you, exasperated.

“Gimme a minute, Y/n!” Mary snapped, turning away to focus on the phone call. You shifted impatiently in the back, scratching at your neck as you waited for Mary to finish the conversation with her son. Mary looked at her phone for a few moments after she turned it off. “Lucifer took Jack’s grace and disappeared with him and Sam. D-Dean said ‘yes’ to being Michael’s vessel so that Michael could fight Lucifer. Michael...took over completely.”

“He’s gone. Dean is...gone?”

Mary nodded, slowly and sadly. “But we’ll get him back. I know we will.”

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[rallis-fatalis]

The Price of Freedom

Wanted to try something a little different and give my RS3 dragon an origin fic. Get a feel for the character and maybe think about doing more content about them. Who knows where this will lead, if anywhere, but for now please enjoy the first story of Astrath the black dragon.

The sun had not begun to rise yet. All of Ardougne was quiet. Even the ever-screeching monkeys in the zoo down the way were silent. One creature began to stir, however, in this silent city before even the sun woke. In the greatest mansion money could buy, with the most grandeur zoo you ever did see, one creature crawled out of their bed of dead grass and filthy shredded garden trimmings. The dead and dying plant-life created a nest that could hardly fit a fat hen, and yet a whole dragon managed to curl into a ball small enough where only their tail stuck too far out. The dragon was as shadowy black as the night sky and just as beautiful. They blended into the darkness of the morning perfectly save for a tacky bright gold collar emblazoned with the serpentine sigil of House Krawley, one of the oldest and richest families of East Ardougne. They were avid rivals of House Handelmort in their goal to create rare exotic collections no one had ever seen before, but while the Handelmorts procured material items of great wealth and rarity, the Krawleys collected creatures to put on display, and they weren't as shy to show it off.

It was here in the Krawleys' expansive manor yards the black dragon began to awaken. They brushed the bits of grass off them and quietly got ready for the day, not that they had much to do anyway. Being treated like an animal meant no clothing or any amenities one would consider the standard for a person. The best the dragon could do was shine their scales in the water bin. Their breakfast was whatever foul leftovers they hadn't finished for dinner the night before, disgusting meat more akin to carrion only a monster could stomach. They waited by the entrance to their cage when they were ready, and soon a young lady in a maid's outfit tiptoed over to open the doors. Despite being a dragon, the maid wasn't much shorter than the beast. The dragon only stood a few inches under six feet and walked on two legs instead of four. Their seven regal horns made them seem taller than they actually were. They looked more like a dragonkin humanity so feared and despised than an actual dragon, with its two arms, legs, and wings, and its pointed draconic face. Though this dragon had a tail, one advantage it had over those towering terrors of a monster.

The maid held open the cage door. "Good morning, Astrath," she whispered. She was a charming young lady with a sweet face framed by an adorable red bob of hair. "You're supposed to stand guard in the dining hall today when Lord Sirius' guests arrive. I'll escort you to get changed. And here, I snuck this from the kitchen for you. Today is going to be a long day."

The maid pulled a wrapped slice of melon out of her pocket and discretely handed it over, looking around in fear she would get caught. The dragon's blank face cracked the hint of a thankful smile as they took the treat. "Thank you, Mari. What would I do without you?" The dragon scarfed it down hungrily and followed the maid to a shack down the way. The two passed by many sleeping beasts; wyverns, proper dragons, basilisks, and more slept soundly in their cages, all with the same tacky gold collar around their necks. This was the reptilian part of the zoo, and every beast's collar held dosages of a taming agent. Should the animal try to escape or fight back, they were sedated using a mechanism in their collar. If they were too out of control, the collar could also send enough of that agent into their bloodstream to kill them. This was especially true of the reptile enclosures, where most collars contained hints of dragonsbane within the sedative. Astrath hated their damned collar.

The maid, Marianne, led the dragon to a small guard shack and unlocked the door. Inside were uniforms, weapons, and all sorts of equipment the guards of the house regularly used. Astrath had a set of clothes and pair of swords in there as well, having been promoted from animal attraction to animal attraction that also guarded their captors. Normally, Astrath would stay in their cage to be ooh'd and aah'd at by the fellow rich that paid to see such wonderful creatures, sometimes being forced to put on a show or show the patrons how they knew how to speak Common and act like a person. But today was different. Lord Sirius Krawley had guests dining with him this morning and wherever he went a guard was meant to follow. And what a perfect chance to show off his very own talking dragon than today when the beast was meant to shadow him.

Astrath's things weren't placed upon a hanger or neatly folded on a shelf like all the other uniforms. The other guards made a point to tarnish the dragon's attire in hopes the Lords would reprimand and punish the beast. More often than not, they were. Astrath found their clothes on the filthy floor, covered in dirt and stepped on. They dusted the dirt off their outfit as best they could before putting it on. It was a black cloth top stitched with the golden sigil of House Krawley on the chest, a serpent coiling around a gem with its fangs sunk into the top, colored the Krawley colors of black and gold. Black metal pauldrons lined with gold sat on the shoulders. A black metal skirt trimmed with gold sat around their waist, and regimental black boots climbed up to their knees. The boots were the worst part. They were awkwardly made and bent Astrath's claws in painful ways and made them clumsy. Trying to force their wings through the shoddily stitched holes in the back of the top was almost just as bad.

Marianne checked in. "Are you ready?"

Astrath grunted with a nod and swung their two crystalline swords over their back into the sheaths. Those were always uncomfortably heavy when combined with the weighted bindings that held their wings shut.

"You be careful today," Astrath muttered. "Lord Sirius is always more strict when he has guests. And his son... Stay out of sight and mind."

"You be careful too. You have a much shorter temper than me. Whatever you do, don't insult his guests. I don't want to watch you go without food for a week again."

"I'll try my best." Astrath gave her a compassionate touch of the tail and the two made their way to the manor. Through this horrible life as a servant and pet, at least they had one person they could think of as a friend. Astrath didn't know what they'd do without Marianne.

The inside of the manor was disgustingly rich. Nearly every object was trimmed with gold, from the cloth rugs and drapes to the marble dining table and mahogany chairs. The room was heavily perfumed, making Astrath want to gag. The woes of having a sensitive nose. The dragon stood silently and waited for Lord Sirius to make his way downstairs for morning tea, as still as the gold plated statues behind them.

Slow footsteps broke the morning silence. Lord Sirius Krawley made his way to the dining room where his servants waited for him to be seated so they could pour him tea. Astrath stood as formally as they could, ready to move should the Lord need anything. Despite his age, Lord Sirius was an imposing figure. Not for his size, no, but for his wicked eyes and bone chilling stare that bored into your soul. His greying beard and hair were always meticulously managed, and his mustache greased to a point. Even his morning robe of black and gold held no wrinkles and flowed elegantly and perfectly. A servant waited for him to be seated before pushing his chair in and serving him tea and cookies. Another retrieved the morning news for him to peruse. The servants bowed and left to ready the grand meal that would take place in only another short hour. For a while all was quiet save the occasional sip of tea and munch of cookie. As Lord Sirius finished the first page of the news, he huffed and put down the paper.

"Astrath," Sirius said without even looking at them.

The dragon stood even straighter.

"Your shirt is wrinkled. You understand I have very important guests arriving soon, yes?"

The man's rough voice grew rougher as he spoke. He was not pleased. "Yes my Lord, I do. Someone had taken my clothes and thrown them to the--"

"I don't want excuses," Sirius silenced them abruptly. "I want solutions. Fix it before my guests arrive."

Astrath bowed and waited for the Lord to finish tea before escorting him to the next group of waiting servants and rushing off to heat the wrinkles out of their shirt.

Time passed, the sun rose, the dining hall was packed with food and servants waiting to greet the guests that would soon be arriving. Lord Sirius stood at the ready, and his son had come down as well, Lord Franz Krawley. The son was far worse than the father, an absolutely demonic human being. He adored his father's creature collection growing up and knew he would make it his own one day. Even as a child he made sure every creature knew who he was and made sure they respected him. If they didn't, he would find new creative ways to make their lives hell. Sometimes he did it anyway even if they did respect him. The boy lived to cause suffering and pain in others, and despite being 22 he acted 20 years younger than that.

Franz smirked as he strode up to Astrath. He enjoyed teasing them the most since the beast could actually think and he knew they had a short temper. "Good morning, lizard," he sassed. Astrath did not show their offense, staying poker faced as ever. "Wow, you won't even greet your master? How rude."

"My apologies, my Lord. Good morning, Lord Franz."

"That's better," he smirked. "Don't make me tell you to greet me again, lest I get offended."

"It would never be my intention to offend you," Astrath replied. "I will not forget."

"I know you won't. Because if I get upset, you might be too." The young man brought his hand to the dragon's collar and grinned as he felt the beast stiffen nervously. "I will be watching you the whole time today, just waiting for you to give me an excuse. Give me a reason to play with your life today, I beg you." He fiddled with a small contraption on his belt, a runic mechanism that activated the collar.

"Franz," a stern voice called. "Come greet our guests."

Franz smirked and strode to the front entrance, giving the dragon enough time to steady themselves and mentally prepare for the breakfast that was about to get underway.

House Krawley entertained four guests that morning, the Lord and Lady of two other notable Houses nowhere near as wealthy or important as Krawley. Even still, Sirius put on his best face and treated them like kings and queens. They too were avid collectors and it was his goal to have them part with some of their beasts for his own collection. Sirius sat at the head of the table with his son at his side while the other four sat on the sides. Another seat remained empty for Lady Krawley who was currently away on a trip. The couple from House Merille were fat and spoiled, eyeing the food hungrily and hardly giving their host the time of day until they began to stuff their faces. Their overly stuffed puffy clothing bounced as they ate. Or was that their obscene obesity? It was hard to tell. The couple from House Darry were far more sophisticated and polite, making conversation before beginning to eat. It seemed mosquito-like noses were a must in that family. Astrath wondered how they didn't get in the way of eating. The five of them discussed mundane things as Franz eyed the stoic dragon guard that watched the discussions unfold, fingers always resting on the collar mechanism. The dragon listened intently but didn't show it. They were meant to stand like a statue out of sight and guard, so they did just that. Soon they breached the topic of buying and trading for their collections, discussing their monstrous menageries.

Lord Merille spoke up. "Let us get to the point now, yes? You desire a pair of my kurasks. They are quite large and require much space and food and from what I've seen your menagerie is quite full. Where would you be putting such beasts? Perhaps you would be willing to trade some dragons. You certainly have quite a few."

"I have no dragons to trade. Not until the reds breed again," Sirius informed.

All four guests deflated. "I thought you had some black dragons to spare," Lady Darry said.

"Had is correct. I traded them for a pair of shadow drakes."

The four muttered in awe over the mention of such beasts and how good a find they were. Lord Franz piped up. "Good trade indeed! They were that thing's parents." He pointed to Astrath standing guard nearby. "The only good thing about their offspring is how unique it looks."

Lady Merille gasped. "Oh my! That's one of yours? My goodness I thought it was a statue! May I take a closer look?"

Lord Sirius motioned as if to say "of course."

Lady Merille bounced over and got nose to nose with the black dragon, completely unafraid by the fact that the beast could spew fire. "The beast is stunning. Those jet black scales and bright purple eyes, and such a regal looking crest of horns, how beautiful. I see why you have this one on display."

"How did you come across a bipedal dragon?" Lord Darry asked. "I thought they could only happen between those lizard beasts and they can't even breed!"

"There are a few ways," Sirius started. "I won't pretend I know the origins of this one's line, but I had an easy time. Both its parents were bipedals as well."

"And you sold them off?!" Lady Darry exclaimed. "What an outrage! You could have controlled the market on them and created the line for generations to come!"

"No we couldn't," Franz laughed. "That thing is infertile. All children that come from those two would be. They're useless!"

Astrath ground their teeth. Their parents were not useless.

"Oh well at least you kept this one," Lady Merille said. "What a beauty."

"Oh they're more than beautiful," Sirius smirked. "Introduce yourself, dragon."

"Greetings Lord and Lady Merille and Darry," they began. "My name is Astrath, guard, servant, and pet of the Krawley household."

The four guests' jaws hit the floor. "It speaks!" Lord Merille shouted. "How did you teach it to speak?!"

"Does it truly understand what we're saying?" Lord Darry questioned.

"Do you take this House as a joke?" Franz snapped. "Of course it does! Dragon! Tell them about yourself!"

"My name is Astrath, as I previously said. I was born here 33 years ago to my mother Rela and my father Kolkaria. I am a descendant of royal dragons, hence my ability to speak. If you wish to know something, I will answer your questions as best as I can."

The three at the table gushed about how incredible it was to see a talking dragon in person. Offers for a trade were made and immediately denied. Lady Merille continued to look the dragon over.

"Such a wonderful voice as well! So handsome. It's a good thing dragons live for so long, you won't lose this beauty any time soon. What a treasure to pass down in the family. He is wonderful!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"They..." Astrath muttered.

Lord Sirius threw the beast a glare of death. Lady Merille piped up. "I beg your pardon?"

"They," the dragon repeated. "Not he."

No one quite knew how to respond. They? What did that even mean? And had this beast really just spoken back to someone of higher standing? Sirius gripped the fork in his hand, visibly bending from his rage. His guests had been insulted! Lord Franz spoke up, silencing them all.

"Did you really just disrespect your betters?!" he snapped as he rose from his seat. Lady Merille backed away and returned to her seat. "Did you really speak when not asked to? And you insulted our fine guests?!" He grabbed the dragon's chin roughly. "You will be called whatever we want to call you! He, she, it, whatever we like! You exist because of us! You continue to live because of us! You will give us your full respect at all times! Do you understand?!"

Franz let go and waited for his reply. "Yes, my Lord," Astrath said defeatedly. "I apologize for my insolence. It will not happen again."

"For your sake, I hope not," he whispered to Astrath. "Give me an excuse, I beg of you."

Astrath grew still at the threat and stood straighter, looking ahead blankly as they tried to quell the burning rage inside them.

"My apologies," Lord Sirius quietly spoke. "Sometimes the property forgets its place. He is still a beast after all and is still learning where he stands in life."

The dragon closed their eyes and quietly took a breath. How insulting and insufferable these humans were.

The rest of the morning moved on, discussions were had, deals were made, food was eaten. The final treats were brought out, a lovely assortment of cakes and sweets, along with some tea. A maid provided for each person, delicately placing the sweets down and pouring tea. Marianne was set to serve Lord Franz. She flashed Astrath a small smile before pouring the tea. The dragon smiled back and quickly returned to a blank stoic countenance, but not fast enough. The wicked Lord smiled at the exchange, a devious idea forming in his head. As Marianne went to pour, Franz caught the woman's leg with his own and tripped her. She yelped as the teapot went flying, spilling all over the table and ruining the sweets. Some splashed on Lady Darry down the way and she gasped and sputtered as if someone had just thrown a dead dog into her lap. A pool of tea spilled into Franz's lap and stained his trousers. Astrath paled. This was going to end horribly.

"Oh Saradomin, my Lord I am so sorry, I did not mean--!"

Franz slapped the woman across the face. It split her lip open, blood beginning to drip on her skirt as she bowed her head. "Cease your quibbling you pathetic maid! How dare--!"

Astrath growled and sprinted over to the table in the blink of an eye, startling the guests and making the ladies scream. They grabbed Marianne and pulled her away from the situation with a snarl, standing defensively between her and Franz. The young man smiled devilishly.

"Astrath, no! I'm fine!" Marianne cried. Her friend was about to be in a lot of trouble.

Lord Sirius snapped. "Astrath what are you doing?!"

"You do not hurt her!" the dragon snarled.

"It snarled at me!" Lord Franz shouted. "The feral beast! You have done enough damage today. Now you will do no more!"

Franz activated the mechanism attached to his belt, the runes inside setting off the spell and activating Astrath's collar. The dragon whined and yipped as needles dug into the cracks between their scales and injected them with sedative. Immediately, their hold on the maid was lost and the dragon staggered back. Their body felt heavy, they couldn't keep their eyes open, everything was growing blurry and numb. They soon hit the floor, knocked out cold.

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A week had passed now. A week since Astrath once again let their emotions show and get the better of them. If there was one emotion they struggled to hide it was their anger. It was beyond frustrating. That was one of the few lessons they remembered from their parents; never show your feelings lest they be used against you. Astrath tried their best to hide their emotions, to not give Franz or anyone anything to use against them, but rage always managed to break through eventually. Astrath sighed and curled on their dirty nest. At least their punishment had only been no time in the sun for a week and two days without food. That was better than usual.

It was late that day, the sun nearly completely gone, when Astrath heard footsteps coming their way. They thought perhaps it was Franz coming to torment them again. The man had come every day since the dining room fiasco to take out his frustrations on the dragon. His father hadn't appreciated the scene Franz helped cause, so Franz beat the poor beast or stole its food whenever he could. Astrath was very surprised to see it wasn't Franz who came to visit, but their friend Marianne.

The dragon ran to the gate of their cage and grabbed her hand. "Mari! I hadn't seen you all week. I was getting nervous."

"I'm fine. Thank you for worrying. I just came to tell you goodbye."

Astrath growled confusedly. "What do you mean?"

"I've been fired. The incident last week didn't settle well with either Lord Krawley and so I've been laid off. I just finished packing my things and I'm going to return to the Servants' Guild in hopes of getting a new job."

Astrath was heartbroken. They didn't know how they would handle being without their only friend. Mari had been there for them for nearly seven years. "I made you lose your job, didn't I? It's my fault."

"No, I promise it isn't your fault," she said. "We both know whose fault it is. At least now I won't have to deal with him ever again."

The dragon sighed in relief. "That does bring me comfort. You deserve so much better and should never be hurt again."

"The same could be said for you. Which is why I give you this parting gift." Marianne handed three keys through the gaps in the cage bars. Astrath looked at them in confusion. "I'm giving you your freedom, but you must be careful taking it. If you do this wrong, I don't know what they'll do to you." She held up two silver keys. "These open the gates to the cages and the lock on the guard shack. There's clothing, food, and your swords at the ready. You may need the armor too." She held up a gold key. "This unlocks your collar, it unlocks all of them. Use this one last. The moment you unlock your collar an alarm will sound."

Astrath was in shock. "How did you get these?"

"I've worked here long enough to know where they're stored when not in use. I was just sneaky about getting them. You don't deserve to live like this, none of these creatures do. Free yourself so we can be friends on the other side. I only ask you wait an hour so I can be far away from this place and not be under suspicion."

"Mari..." They hugged the maid as best they could through the bars. "Thank you. I'll see you on the side of freedom soon."

"Good luck. Now I have to go before anyone sees me here. See you soon."

Marianne quietly ran off into the darkness and out of sight, leaving the dragon to think of a plan.

Astrath stared down at the keys in their hand. Would their freedom really come so easily tonight? Was this it, after 33 long years of being harassed and abused? No more being a servant. No more being a jailer for their own kind. No more wasting away in a cage for the rich to gawk at. What was life even like beyond the confines of this prison? They couldn't begin to imagine it.

An hour passed, or perhaps more as Astrath grew lost in their daydreaming, and the dragon had a plan. They carefully looked around for any guards and opened the gate. They quietly slithered out and slunk over to the guard shack. Inside was indeed everything Marianne had said there would be. There was a large sack full of clothing, food, and a small pouch full of some sort of gold discs. Astrath had seen those before only a few times. It was money! They had never been allowed to touch it. They stared at the shimmering gold coins wondrously.

The dragon changed into the armor save for those atrocious shoes, threw their swords on, and tied the pack on. Now was the hard part. The perimeter of the mansion and its massive yards were unique. If any creature with a collar that wasn't deactivated tried to pass through the borders, it activated and knocked the creature out immediately. Despite having lived here for all their life, Astrath still didn't know where the borders actually began. The best plan would be to take it off as close to the border as possible and hop over so they had a head start from the alarm, but one wrong step meant this escapade was over. They'd have to take it off now.

Astrath slipped the gold key awkwardly into the collar hole at the back of their neck and twisted. The collar fell of with a thunk and a hiss. The dragon brought a shaky hand to their neck and gave it a rub. The collar was gone. It was really gone. They felt so light, so free. The dragon smiled and laughed for a moment and sped off for the perimeter wall.

Lights quickly began to turn on in the mansion. That was faster than expected. The other creatures of the collection began to awaken and crawl to the edge of their cages and look around. Some squawked in alarm at the sight of Astrath running outside of the cages. The dragon felt bad they couldn't release the rest of the creatures trapped here, but the zoo was far too large for one dragon to free on their own. One day they would come back and free them all.

They reached the final set of pens, right before the perimeter wall. Beautiful shrubbery and vines decorated with flowers of the colors of House Krawley stood as a barrier to the outside world. Behind that was a thick stone wall, completely impenetrable and spiked at the top. Astrath hissed. It would be so easy to just fly over and be free, but that wasn't going to happen with their wings still bound. The bindings weren't something they could take off themselves either. Careful climbing it was.

As Astrath gripped the vines crawling up the wall to begin climbing, a quiet coo caught their attention. A young male drakeling was pressed against the gate of its cage, watching the black dragon curiously. He stood out sharply against the night, his fiery red and orange scales lighting up the darkness. The dragon let go of the vines. "You're that fire drake Franz found, aren't you?" The baby fire drake was Lord Franz's first catch on his own. Astrath remembered hearing about the adventure for weeks, how Franz had tracked and killed two fire drakes and stole the newly hatched baby for his collection. If Astrath remembered correctly, the male's head was currently stuffed and mounted over the fireplace in the parlor. It made the dragon sick thinking about another poor dragon being forced to grow from a baby here in this horrid environment. The drakeling had only been here for around three years and its growth was already stunted from improper care.

Guards were on their way now. Astrath could hear them searching the premises. They needed to leave this moment. But they couldn't leave the little one behind. Out of all the creatures that called this prison home, this one wouldn't likely live well if at all. They unlocked the gate and undid the collar and gave the little drake a pat. The top of its head barely reached Astrath's chest, and with its wingarms bound the creature looked even smaller.

"Alright little one. Grab on and let's get out of here."

The drakeling reached for their shoulders and hung off their back as Astrath began to climb again. The two reached the top without being spotted. The guard spikes at the top were terrifyingly sharp. They could cut through a dragon's hide with no problem. Astrath wouldn't be able to hop over with the extra weight. They shrugged the drakeling up higher until the beast was nearly sitting on their head.

"Hop over, little one. Don't worry about the fall, you'll be fine. I'll be right there after."

The drakeling nervously chirped and wiggled before launching off the dragon and landing in the grass below with a thump. The force pushed Astrath back down the wall a ways, so they continued to climb back up.

"Over here!"

Something whizzed through the air and shot Astrath in the foot. The jolt caused them to lose their footing and they slid farther down with a yelp. The dragon hissed and shook out whatever was in their foot. A dart. Likely filled with sedative. That wasn't good. It was only one small one though and it hadn't been in their foot long. Hopefully they wouldn't pass out, or at least not immediately.

More guards ran over and aimed. Astrath leapt down as they fired, darts harmlessly bouncing off the shrubs and walls. The lot of them quickly began to reload, and for a moment Astrath froze. A part of their mind told them to stand down and surrender so they wouldn't get hurt. Don't disobey the people that own you. But they quickly shook that voice away. The collar was gone, they were owned by no one and there was nothing anyone could do now.

They couldn't hold the dragon back any longer.

Astrath screeched and opened their mouth wide. Fire illuminated the darkness, an infernal sea spewing forth from the dragon's maw and burning the guards alive. They all screamed and panicked, running off to roll in the dirt or find water to douse themselves in. The closest ones dropped dead quickly. Astrath staggered back in shock. They had never done that before, nor killed anyone before. The sight of the fire melting the black metal into the guards' skin, the smell of roasting flesh, the sound of dying screams, it was horrible.

But also so satisfying.

Lost in the shock of what just happened, the dragon hadn't noticed another person stride forward, only this wasn't just another guard. A bolt, not a lousy dart, shot the dragon in the shoulder. It cracked the metal pauldron and bounced away. Astrath had clarity enough to mentally thank Marianne for her suggestion to put on the armor. Through the flames stomped Lord Franz, crossbow at the ready.

"Well if it isn't Astrath. My family gives you life, raises you, feeds you, teaches you, trains you, gives you a place to stay, is the reason for your pathetic existence! And this is how you thank us? How disrespectful you are, lizard!"

He fired again, bolt bouncing harmlessly off the wall as Astrath dodged. Their head was back in the game now. They unsheathed the two crystal swords given to them for guard duty and leveled them at the Lord. "Your family kidnapped mine, abused us, stole my parents from me, starved, beat, and tormented me, and left me to fend for myself in a stinking cage as a hatchling at the age of five! You dare call me disrespectful!"

"Using the words my family taught you against me? I'll cut out your tongue before I throw you back into that cage for good!"

Franz fired once more, Astrath ducked and slid closer. Franz bashed the end of his crossbow into the dragon's face and dropped it for a better weapon given the situation. He yanked his longsword free and swiped at the dazed dragon. Astrath gracefully slid out of the way and swiped with one of their swords. It connected, leaving a shallow but painful graze in Franz's side. He hissed and swiped at the dragon again. His sword connected with theirs with a clang, and Astrath connected again with the other blade in their hand, leaving a deeper slash along his stomach. Franz yelled and doubled over. He wasn't used to his property fighting back.

Astrath aimed for the man's head, hoping to end it all. Franz ducked and barreled into the dragon. He slammed his boot on the beast's foot, wounded and bleeding from the dart. The dragon cried out and Franz stabbed them in the side. Astrath howled and Franz drew closer. He brought his face up to theirs, wicked smile glittering in the spreading firelight. "Nothing a few stitches won't fix. You'll still be just as nice as I need for my collection."

The dragon snarled. They were not going back to their damned cage! Astrath's mouth began to glow red and Franz realized too late how badly he had just messed up. He reached for the control at his belt and pressed it instinctively to trigger a collar that wasn't there. Astrath let loose dragonfire with a ferocious roar, burning the man across the face. He howled and screamed and cried as he fell to the ground, gripping his face as he rolled in the dirt.

Someone shouted in the distance. It sounded like Sirius. Astrath quickly threw the swords back into their sheaths and scaled the wall, jumping down to the worried waiting drakeling on the other side. The drakeling squawked at his new friend's wounds and at the sound of guards coming around the corner from the entrance of the mansion. Astrath picked the creature back up and ran as fast as they could, not looking back to watch their fire spread to the mansion and start to set it ablaze.

Soon the sleeping dart began to take effect. The two had run north as far and as fast as they could before that. Astrath hadn't the faintest clue where they were when they fell unconscious, but they could hear water and smell a great deal of salt before they descended underground. They found a series of tunnels that led underground, and in those tunnels another small crevice that no human with their lack of night vision could ever hope to see. Astrath and the drakeling curled together in the tiny hole behind the wall and fell asleep, the sounds of the guards' shouts and footsteps long gone.

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The morning came, not that anyone could see, and Astrath opened their groggy heavy eyes. What a dream they had. Escaping their cage, burning their owner, running free with... a... drakeling...

There was a bright red drakeling in their arms, sound asleep. There was rock all around them, not the metal bars of cages. Two stolen crystal swords were strapped to their pack, painfully poking into the sack Marianne had packed for them. None of it was a dream.

"Mari-ow!"

Astrath jumped up at the remembrance of their friend and how they were supposed to meet up once the dragon escaped, and their wounds reminded them that wasn't a good idea. The drakeling woke at the noise and nuzzled the dragon worriedly. Astrath settled back down and pat the small dragon on the head.

"Looks like we made it. No one came to catch us."

The drakeling chirped happily.

Astrath smiled. "You're a cute little one. I never caught your name while we were escaping. Too caught in the moment I suppose. My name is Astrath. What is yours?"

The little dragon squawked excitedly.

"Rojaw. That means the fangs of fire. A wonderful name. It's nice to formally meet you, Rojaw."

The two carefully crawled out of the crevice and pondered what to do. Astrath stripped the Krawley adorned armor and slipped on the simple black attire Marianne had packed for them. They then stripped the cloth from the armor to create a bandage and wrapped their wounds. They had never been hurt like this before and as such didn't really understand how to make effective bandages. But the shoddily torn cloth scraps definitely felt good on their wound so they must have done something right. The lovely maid had also packed food, which they split with Rojaw. Although neither of them had any inkling of where to go, they felt ready to continue their journey of getting as far away from House Krawley as possible. Astrath felt awful they were going to leave their friend behind and make her wonder and worry, but they had to get away from Ardougne for a while. They had to keep moving and hoped she would understand. But before the two of them got moving, there was one important thing to take care of.

Astrath laid Rojaw down and carefully held out his wingarms. The dragon bit down on the metal bindings holding his wings shut and shattered them with a crunch. With both bonds broken, the drakeling was free. Rojaw screeched happily and jumped around the cavern in glee, spreading the wing webbing wide. The drakeling's pure joy was making Astrath smile. "Can you do mine now?" the dragon asked. "I can't reach them."

Rojaw carefully bit down on the metal binding and weights holding Astrath's wings shut. The broken pieces fell with a clatter and a weight was lifted from them. Astrath couldn't help but gasp in awe at how much lighter they felt. They carefully stretched their wings, timidly at first. Realizing nothing could hold them back any longer, they threw their wings open. Rojaw sat in amazement and Astrath couldn't help but cry and smile. They flapped and stretched their wings, something they had never been able to do before, and admired how beautiful they were. Speckles of a brighter color shimmered underneath when the light hit just right, creating the effect of stars against the night sky. They were beautiful.

Astrath sighed contently and folded their wings comfortably. They scratched Rojaw under the chin before packing everything and slinging it in place. "We're still too close to the mansion for my taste. We should keep moving until things calm down. Perhaps there is a place out there that can help us stay safe in this world so we never have to go through this again. And perhaps there is a way to free everyone else as well. We should find those things, don't you agree?"

Rojaw chirped and bounced excitedly.

The two carefully left the caverns, wary of any suspicious characters that would drag them back to House Krawley. But no one was around, not a single soul. Astrath breathed a sigh of relief and the two continued north. They could finally live in this world as free beings, and soon they would make sure all creatures could feel that same freedom too.

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 44

Last time: Doctor Marcoh broke the Hippocratic Oath, Envy chose the worst possible host, and a Central Officer showed Armstrong the Great his collection of action figures. Onwards!

Episode 44 - “Revving at Full Throttle” Oh heck yeah, we’re starting at the family reunion in Liore! Camera shows the radio fixed by the Elric Brothers way back when. [Beard]: “It’s been a long time, huh Al?” [Al]: “Yeah.” *awkwardness intensifies* [Beard]: “So, uh… I saw Pinako recently.” *Rose is standing off to the side, probably wondering about this ‘Pinako’ character her new boyfriend is talking about* [Beard]: “She told me about your body.” *awkwardness intensifies* *awkwardness intensifies* *awkwardness intensifies* [Villagers]: “Hey Mister Ho, could you-” [Beard]: “Oh sweet Leto yes get me out of this family drama. Absentee Anime Father, away!” Wow, really? Al are you just gonna let him walk away from this conversation? You haven’t seen him for a large portion, if not most of your life! Demand some friggin answers! Well at least the cook is trying to cheer Al up, thanking him for fixing up the radio. Al apologizes for the riot being caused by them exposing Cornello, but Cookie insists on looking at the good stuff that happened.

Sure people reacted “badly” at first, but now everyone’s all happily working together to rebuild from the ashes of their home! Can’t fault the man’s optimism. Inspired!Al goes running off to help build, seeing their General getting his hands dirty Toad and Boar (still wearing their winter clothes?) tag along, dragging a protesting Yoki with them. The Villagers are realizing Oh Crap We Interrupted Family Reunion, but Beard’s brushing it off. He left when Al was super young, he probably doesn’t even think of Beard as his father anymore. And have you seen the guy try to smalltalk? He doesn’t know what to say- [Al, clanking towards the group]: “Hey pops! Imma help with the building, cool? Cool. Hey NPCs, gimme that heavy stuff to cart around.” Aw, Beard gets to see that Al being trapped in a cold, unfeeling suit of armor hasn’t kept him from being a decent person. Whoa okay bath time for Winry, apologies for interrupting. Winry’s happy to finally get a good bath after traveling for so long. Rose is chatting with her while laying out clothes, admiring Winry for being a independent Automail Engineer at her age. And she was the one who literally got Ed back on his feet, which would mean later he would help Rose get back on hers. *Goes back to Ep 3 Recap*. That’s right, he told her to Keep Moving Forward, that she needed to use her two good legs to make her own path. Rose tells Winry about her misplaced belief in Cornello, when Winry gripes about Ed’s Tough Love routine Rose says that’s just his way of being nice. [Rose]: “But you already know that, don’t you?” [Winry]: *Stammers, blushes, and tries to hide her face in her tea.* So yeah, Ed exposed the truth behind Cornello’s miracles, and now Liore is learning to stand on its own. “All thanks to Ed and Al.”... yeah, calling it now. We’ll come back to this place in a decade or two, and the old Church of Leto will have been replaced with one to The Armor and the Alchemist. Hey, it’s Lizard dude! Bido, according to Bag of Magic Food. He’s going through a tunnel, griping that it was a bad idea to follow those MPs aw crap he’s wandering into Uncle’s sanctum, isn’t he? Turn around dude! But he’s still looking for Mister Greed, squeezes through some pipes to crap it’s the Golem Room. And are the Officer and Armstrong the Great still there? Quick, pull an Igor!

Ok, so it looks like he got there just before the Officer did his “Look at my cool toys” reveal, he’s hiding behind the pipes again. Officer’s explaining that the Golems are empty dummies that they can bond souls to. Oh, so they’re like Advanced Soul Armors, then? Tell me, have you gotten around the problem that Al’s having of the body rejecting the soul? Anyways, the Golems are immortal and apparently any bonded souls will be completely obedient. Alright Armstrong the Great, here’s the kicker; where do the souls to activate the Golems come from? Officer says that they’ll come from rival nations, “through the course of war”. Hoo boy. This was what I was afraid of way back when the concept of Philosopher Stones was introduced to Armstrong the Great. She is fiercely loyal to her troops and those she chooses to protect, it was the threat against her own forces and the reveal that the Goths were going to harvest the entire country that allied her with our main characters. But an army fueled by the conquest of Others? A chance to not just defeat her hated Drachman enemies, but fully convert them to her cause? Weapons that only grow stronger the more she uses them? I mean, with all the pushing around by Central and bullying of her troops I’m giving her 80% odds to still reject the Golems. But that remaining 20… We don’t get to hear any more as Bido freaks the fuck out and bolts back down the tunnels, screaming his head off. [Bido]: “This place is evil! Pure evil! Why did I ever come here?! Mister Greed would never be in an awful place like this-” Oh hey, it’s Ling! How’s Greed going to react to seeing an old “possession”: happy to see something of old that he gets to claim again, or annoyed that one of his old crew fled rather than try to help him? We’ll get back to that, we’re back in Liore where Al is warning Beard about the giant tunnel running under Liore. Beard tells him to stop talking about the Super Secret Goth Plot To Harvest A Country in the middle of the town square, waits until they’re in the ruins of the Church to discuss the story. He’s letting Al explain everything, does he want to keep his own involvement secret for- well never mind, Al’s brought up his Identical Brother chilling in Central. Beard turns away still acting all Mysterious wait what [Menacing!Beard]: “Did it ever cross your mind that I might be on their side?” But you’re not, unless… NOW HOLD UP. If you’re telling me that we’re looking at a Triplet situation, that Uncle made another copy to Oh ok I get it now. Beard is just emphasizing how trusting Al is, at least with him. But seriously dude, now that I’m thinking about it spilling your entire plan to a guy because you think he’s your father is a terrible idea. Maybe ask him to repeat a childhood memory, or somesuch? So after Al gets his non-corporeal heart to calm down from that scare, Beard says that he wants to tell his Backstory to both brothers in order to save time. Right, about that… Back up in the land of snow, at… “Bank’s Bank”? Really? That’s like a restaurant owned by Mister Burger or a law office run by Johnny Litigator. Whatever. Registers are ringing and checks are being cashed when huh. Sorry, just distracted by the banker’s appearance, she’s a lady with blonde hair but brown eyes and Ishvalan skin. What’s her story, is she an Amestrian/Ishvalan child like Sideburns? Moving on, a giant of a man is making a withdrawal oh hey it’s Monkey, he’s drawing from Ed’s account. Uh, are you that badly strapped for cash? You know that a withdrawal from the Protagonist’s account, by an unknown party no less, is going to raise all kinds of flags in Central. Yup, Monkey got the cash from Ed’s research account, but another banker’s already making a call. Ah, so it was for the medical bill. How much was this doctor charging? Oh jeez, the guy’s chuckling and saying he could charge them even more, Monkey complains that he’s already ripping them off but the doc’s likewise squinty-eyed wife says it’s only “reasonable” considering the risks involved.

Well, as long as they keep their mouths shut well never mind, looks like the cops are already on to them. I don’t suppose they can get a refund? The cops show up and push past the doctor, Lion’s getting bandaged by Mrs. Doctor. Oh great way to sell out the resting patient, our guys had better get a refund if he’s going to cave this quickly. No wait it’s just Monkey scowling from under some covers wait is he trying to hide Ed under the sheets? The cop asks if Monkey was at the bank earlier, and pulls a gun… Outside a guard hears someone walking, another white coat? Doctor #2? Cop #1 is ordering for Monkey to put his hands up oh hey the white coat outside is Ed with some groceries! Outfit change? I suppose his red coat was pretty distinctive. While Monkey’s at gunpoint Lion readies his own pistol and Monkey starts drawing his own gun, things might get loud pretty soon. Wait, is Ed’s hair loose? What happened to the ponytail?

Ok yeah, that was pretty distinctive like his coat. Outside guard is listing off the red coat, blond hair worn in a braid… uh oh. Here it comes. [Guard]: “... and short.” [Ed]: *bites through wooden skewer in annoyance* Nice knowing you, guard. The cops in the apartment hear a thud, and #1 tells another to check out the noise. Outside Guard is out cold, Cop #2 tries waking him up before there’s another thud, #1’s left yelling at the other two for answers when

Wait hold on, is Ed grabbing this guy around the neck? Is he standing on a box or something? Unless… no. No! Is it finally happening? Is my little boy finally getting a growth spurt?! … Wait, but if he’s growing taller, but has an artificial leg whoops better find Winry quick to upgrade, fighting might be a bit difficult if you’re all lopsided. Monkey snarks that Ed just had to take out three MPs on his own, when he hasn’t fully recovered yet. [Ed]: “Don’t treat me like an invalid. My injuries are fully healed, and I’m revving at full throttle!” Title drop! And damn but Ed’s rocking the new look. White coat, loose hair, and a growth spurt? Leg imbalance aside, I am totally down for this. Wait, is this because he “used his own life force” to patch himself up earlier? His body aged up from the energy expenditure? Cool! Mid-ep pictures of Bath!Winry and Older!Ed. So is carrying a wooden skewer in your mouth just a thing now, Ed? The doc’s telling Ed and the Chimeras to shove off, doesn’t look like that refund’s coming after all. Ed snags the Guard’s note in passing, thinking about how they’re just looking for the red coat and braid (pointedly ignoring the “short” comment), guess the outfit change is staying around for a while. Whoops! Took too long, some other MPs have shown up and are demanding they freeze. Wait, “move it kid”? Oh yeah, they’re just telling the guys with visible weapons to stand down, they think that the kid chowing down on bread is a bystander. Who just got grabbed by Monkey and threatened with a weapon! Monkey uses the MPs shock at the hostage-taking to tuck Ed under his arm and run for it, outside some more MPs spot them but Lion shoots some snow down on them. Run for it! One hotwired car later, Ed tells ‘Gorilla’ (“Don’t call me that!”) to step on it, but their stolen car isn’t fast enough to outrun vehicles from Northern Command. Dodge a truck so the MPs crash into it? That they… can’t do, actually. The MPs are catching up when Ed says to turn a corner and park. Plan? Transmutation sounds as they round the corner, the MPs follow but… it’s gone? Wait there’s another car in the road, but… … Ow. Ow ow ow. OW! Sweet Leto, but that hurts the eyes. Really, Ed? I can only assume that the MPs brains have shut off from the sheer garishness of that thing, they drive past the parked car looking for something a little more sensible. The Chimeras immediately ask for the car to be turned back to normal. [Ed]: “And why’s that? I think this car looks cool as hell!” [Monkey]: “Just change it back. Please, we’re begging you!” [Ed]: “You guys got a problem with my sense of style?!” [Monkey/Lion]: “You don’t have any!” Outside of town, Monkey’s answering the call of nature while they all discuss being drifters again. Ed’s wait buddy you’ve got your hair back in a ponytail, it’s not a full-on braid but it’s still close enough that any guards are going to give you a second look. Go back to the loose hair disguise! Ed’s thinking about how he let his guard down around Kimblee, and hoping that Al’s ok. For now, the Chimeras are asking their new boss where to go, Ed says that they need to find Al who’s probably with Marcoh now. [Lion]: “You do know how to find them, right?” [Ed]: “Right, about that…” In Liore, Al’s trying to wrap his head around Beard’s Backstory. Beard understands if Al doesn’t believe him, it’s a pretty crazy story. Then we remember that Beard’s talking to a soul bound to a suit of armor, so the idea that Beard is a Philosopher’s Stone isn’t that far fetched. They chat about being immortal, and thankfully Beard acknowledges the advantages of his form before settling on the fact that seeing everyone he knows and loves wither and perish sucks. Hey yeah, if you have a Philosopher's Stone body, did that affect Ed and Al’s development? Apparently not, Beard says he still has a human body. Unlike Uncle, who’s likened to “a leather bag”. He built a human body around himself and his gathered souls, so if they can destroy the body… Speaking of, the Nationwide TC! Beard looks over the TC and reverse-TC while Al says they can destroy the tunnel below Liore, but Beard shuts down the idea. Pride’s watching over the tunnel. But can they still try before nope we know the tunnel’s finished, and Beard is rather relaxed about the idea it’s complete. “Because it’s not yet time”? How do you know? [Beard]: “Look up, son. You’re too busy looking down when you need to look up.” Oh! I get it, it’s a constellation thing! That explains why the Xerxes King was talking about carving all the Crests before it was too late, the Nationwide TC needs the right positioning of the stars. Can’t do it until then.

Yes please follow along Al, look up to the sky, to… LETO! Bwahaha, Al thinks that Beard’s talking about Sun-God Leto. There we go, turns out Beard has converted to Letoism and plans on praying the Goths away. Or the Man in Central could indeed be waiting for the right star positions, that works too I guess. Oh hey, back to Bido in the pipes. Running? Oh shoot, looks like it was “Annoyed his possession abandoned him” Greed after all. Greed laughs about the chance to kill his boredom, Bido’s shocked to see the Ultimate Shield and hear the voice, yells at Greed for imitating Mister Greed. Wait, does Greed not recognize Bido? Greed boasts about wanting everything, Bido finishes his spiel about demanding the finer things in life. Greed asks who Bido is wait static? Ok, so Greed really doesn’t remember his past iteration? He lost his memories when Uncle reconsumed him? Bido’s struggling to reconcile the Mister Greed he knew with this new guy, while Greed demands Bido answer his questions. [Bido]: “It’s me! I’m your friend, Bido! You haven’t been gone from Dublith long enough to forget!” [Greed]: “Oh, you’re from Dublith! Ooohoho, now it makes sense!” [Bido]: “You remember m SHIT Greed just stabbed Bido! [Greed]: “Afraid not. You must have been buddies with the previous Greed.” Well this sucks, Bido’s trembling in pain and grief while Greed says they’ve never even met wait the static’s back and his arm is trembling and the static is becoming visions of Greed’s old crew. Is his memory returning? Hoo boy Ling’s calling Greed out for killing his old friend. Greed protests that Bido wasn’t his friend, that those memories belonged to the previous Greed. [Ling]: “Then why are you in so much pain?!” Ling’s threatening that if Greed doesn’t pull himself together that he’ll take control of the body again. Greeds gritting out that his old memories were purged by Uncle, that they aren’t part of him anymore- [Ling]: “No, you’re wrong Greed! It’s not that easy! They’ll always be a part of you! You can’t just erase them from your soul! They were the only part of you that you chose! Look at them! Can you not hear their souls crying out? You abandoned them, your real family! You threw them away like trash! Fool, you turned your back on something you wanted. You don’t deserve to call yourself Greed!” Clutching the still form of Bido, Greed screams. End Credits. Post-credit scene in Central at the Bradley Manor, Mama Bradley is suggesting a book to Selim. About an adventurer who travels the world- Bradley’s looked up and Mama Bradley grabbed Selim at the sound of rustling and footsteps. It’s Greed. And he’s not happy.

[somerandomwriter1234]

GMW Fanfic: Story Time with Farkle and Smackle is Back!

-Once upon a time, two young after school leaders attempted to tell a story to a group of children. The following is a written transcript of their attempt.

Hello everyone. For those that haven't gotten to know us yet, my name is Mr. Farkle…

And I'm Miss Smackle! Your favorite teachers in the world are back and ready to make your day AWESOME!

Uh, yeah. And today…

We're gonna tell you all another amazing classic fairy tale!

Smackle, are you sure that's what's on the schedule?

Sure it is. It's National Appreciation for Samurai Pigeons from Greenland Day. It's tradition to tell a classic fairy tale on a day like this.

I… Wha… what does that have to do with…

Stop wasting these youngsters' precious time Farkle. It's either we tell a classic fairy tale now, or tradition dictates that we sacrifice a bar of chocolate to the first Portuguese lizard dressed as a Viking we come across.

I… ugg… well the next story we were gonna tell the kids was already picked out anyway. It's the classic fairy tale: Jack and the Beanstalk.

Excellent! This story shall do quite nicely… with a few alterations.

What was that?

Oh nothing that important.

Well… long ago there was a boy named Jack. He and his mother were very poor. So poor, the only thing left they had of value besides their home was a cow. So Jack was sent by his mom one day to sell the cow so they could make some money.

What!? Sell the cow!? This fairy tale has slavery!? Why are cows being bought and sold off in this world like they're just a bunch of cattle!?

Uh, because…

Cows have rights too people! This world needs equality. Why do the human supremacists take the milk of these creatures every day and then throw them in the barn like they're a bunch of animals!?

Because they…

I have a dream people, that all our little cows will one day live in a land where they will be judged not by the identification of their species, but by their ability to share pizza with their peers because that's what good friends do unlike stupid Courtney who grabbed more pizza than everybody else during Izzy's birthday party and didn't leave any of the plain or pepperoni slices for me, and I really didn't want a slice with anchovies because those slices are so icky! That was the worst day of first grade ever!

Well… meanwhile back in our story, Jack wanted to… allow his cow to service another family for a price. But then he met a business man on the road who said he'd take Jack's cow for some magic beans and…

Hold on! How did Jack and this man begin their business transaction? And Jack is a kid. Did his mom really send him off to the land of stranger danger!?

Well, you see…

I mean Jack is essentially meeting up with people he doesn't know and saying: Hey. I just met you. And this is crazy. I think I'm in danger. Cause I'm talking to a stranger.

Ugg. Look, Jack already knew who this person was and had permission from his mother to talk to him.

Ohhhhh. That makes sense.

So Jack gave over his cow for magic beans. He took them home and his mom was very upset about it.

Yeah. Because who brings home beans for dinner without the flavors? No one eats beans without the spices baby.

Yeah. So Jack's mom threw the beans outside. But then that night, the beans became a huge beanstalk that grew very large very quickly. It was so large that the top of the beanstalk went straight into the sky. And when Jack woke up and saw it the next morning, he decided to climb up the beanstalk.

He was inspired to take this daring high risk adventure because he was inspired by the stories he had heard of that young mermaid who had taken huge risks to live in the human world, and of that girl Alice who visited that strange wonder land.

Smackle, what are you talking about?

Oh. We're establishing the greater fairy tale universe. You know, planting connections that these characters coexist. Which will all lead up to the epic crossover tale where they shall combine forces to seek justice for their comrades that have fallen, as these avenging heroes assemble!

Anyway, Jack went up the beanstalk and discovered at the top: a large castle that floated around and moved with the clouds in the sky.

You mean like that moving castle that howled in the sky from that Japanese anime movie by Miyazaki?

No.

Eh, that's okay. That movie was a confusing mess anyway. I'd rather have a crossover with Spirited Away instead.

So anyway, Jack investigated the castle and saw in it were large amounts of food along with a magical goose that laid golden eggs. And as soon as Jack saw that goose, he knew he had to take it.

Hold on. Jack wants to steal the golden goose? Isn't that a bad idea?

What is it now? You're gonna go into the ethical implications of why Jack shouldn't be stealing from anyone?

Oh no. I know desperate times call for desperate measures. But a little boy sneaking around and potentially having to run away super quick from a giant like he's in an episode of The Benny Hill Show is a very bad idea. Jack isn't a master burglar with a cool invisibility device like Bilbo Baggins. He has to be much cleverer at getting his way.

And what's a more clever way for Jack to get what he wants?

Well you see, Jack calls the cops and says: Hello. I'd like to report a shady individual trying to live off the grid who hasn't been paying their taxes. Then a huge number of police officers with their giant robot suits to match the giants' height knock on his door and say: Sir, we've discovered you haven't been paying your proper dues to the government for quite some time. You're in big trouble now mister.

What?

So the police take possession of many of the giants' valuables and use them to kick start a proper program to help poor people in the country including Jack and his mother.

Well I guess that isn't such a bad way to end the…

But then the giant retaliates by calling on Godzilla and King Kong to help him seek vengeance. But then Jack uses the power of the super magic beans to open up portals to alternate dimensions and obtains assistance from the heroes of Robotech and Voltron: Defender of the Universe. Resulting in the most epic mecha vs kaiju fight ever!

Okay Smackle. This is just…

But then just as the fight reaches its' near end, the kaiju try hitting a smash ball that shows up out of nowhere from the Super Smash Brothers universe. However upon using it, it accidentally creates an explosion that hurts nearly all life on the planet except for mostly creatures that look like small horses that start to obtain magical powers, resulting in sadly within two generations: nearly all other species on the planet being wiped out. And that is how the world of My Little Pony was formed.

Okay. I'm done. If you need me, I'll be in the office.

Wait, Farkle. Is story time over then? Oh well. Don't worry kids. Next time we'll go into the sequel that reveals how Pinky Pie wound up becoming the great grandmother of Batman.

THE END

[linkeai]

that’s kinda hot → wang linkai / xiao gui ( nine percent ) → summary: summer school is fun, and at first, neither is the obnoxious boy who gets seated next to you who takes a weird liking to you. → warning(s): swearing, mentions of illness, canadian school terms? idfk → genre: fluff, the teensiest bit of angst → word count: 3,751 → notes: hi i love this and it may or may not be inspired by the boy i temporarily fell in love when i went to summer school :)

so... you suck at math

you knew you sucked at math pretty much your entire life, and you knew you were still going to suck this year when you started your grade 11 math class

but you didn’t think you sucked so bad that you would fail the class entirely

but, alas, thinking was not your strong suit

because your final mark in math 2201 was 32 :)

and you were NOT repeating a year, and you were not taking the god-awful supplementary exam, 

so summer school was pretty much the only option you had left

and your parents may as well have put a gun to your head with the way they said you had BETTER pass this time

bc summer school isn’t exactly cheap!!

so you went off with equal parts terror and determination in your heart

summer school was only a month long, and you’d already sort of done the course already

so you were feeling pretty good about your chances

until you arrived on the first day :)

the place was a janky looking middle school filled with people that divided into two groups;

group a) the ones like you who were already over it and just wanted to get your credits and get the hell out

and group b)… came in shouting at each other and being generally obnoxious and we’re treating it like they’d just arrived at the party

one boy in particular stood out to you.. not because he was probably the most obnoxious one in the bunch, but because he was kind cute even when he was screaming some nonsense

and as if it was your luck.. when you got sorted into your classes and took your seats, he plopped down right beside you

who in the name of god thought it was a good idea to have two seats pushed together in the rows in an actual summer school, you didn’t know

you just knew that when the teacher told you that these were your seats for the remainder of the month, he turned and gave you a grin that made you realize that there was, in fact, a fate better than summer school

and it was death

summer school is extremely fast paced so class started pretty much five minutes after you were seated

so you took out your notebook and your little pencil case and got ready to inject yourself with some mathematical knowledge

when this dude taps on your shoulder

you don’t even say anything you just like at him like don't you fucking dare ask for paper

and so he asks for some paper

and you’re like yeah man for sure! and tear out a few sheets and give it to him

he gives you the BIGGEST, the DUMBEST smile you have ever seen

and you would never in a hundred years admit that it made your heart do several things.

and the paper… the paper was your first mistake.

the teacher started explaining some of the topics of the first unit when he taps his pencil (thank god he at least had a pencil) on your desk

and you just.. fill with dread bc PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO LISTEN OR MY PARENTS WILL LITERALLY RUIN MY LIFE

and you’re like yeah… what….

and he asks what your name is 

and you’re like???? it’s y/n

and he does the smile again and … oof

he tells you his name is linkai and you just awkwardly bob your head and turn toward the front again

and linkai has the GALL to tap on your desk again and maybe you’re being a liiittle hot-tempered but in your head, its like W H AT THE FUCK DO YO U WANT DUDE

and this boy has the audacity to look you in the eyes and say “you’re kinda cute.”

your brain short-circuits at the same time your heart goes into overdrive

and you can’t really do much else but stare at him for a long minute and just as you’re about to answer him, you hear a loud yell from the front of the classroom.

“you two! is this gonna be a problem? seriously?”

“no ma’am!” the two of you say in perfect unison

and class carries on

the classes last about four-ish hours every day

and for the ENTIRE first day

linkai is doing sometHING to test your sanity

when he’s not humming, he’s drumming a beat on the desk,

when he’s not trying to make conversation with you, he’s whispering little side comments about the lesson 

and you’re too afraid to tell him to stfu because he’s still really hot and you’re a little intimidated

and this goes on for the next three days of the first week until you snap

he turns to you and he’s like, “y/n, your hair looks really good today.”

and you slowly turn, look him dead in the face and say very slowly; “if you don’t shut the fuck up, i’m going to beat you to death with this calculator”

the next few seconds pass like several eternities, where you revel in the thinly veiled shock and terror in his eyes

until a cheeky grin slowly spreads across his face, and he says, shamelessly;

“that’s kinda hot.”

and at that moment, you turn back to the board and take a long, agonizing moment to grieve over both your two precious math credits as well as your life which your parents will inevitably soon take from you

things get so much weirder after that

you think he goes from talking to you to entertain himself to actually liking you after your feisty little outburst

and you quickly learn that when linkai likes someone he’s … extremely odd

but?? kind of adorable?

the weirdest thing he does is he starts bringing you ‘gifts’

and it's so creepy but so ridiculously endearing when he pulls a bouquet of crumpled dandelions out of his bag and hands them to you

theres a few ants crawling on them and they’re ruined from being in his backpack

he hasn't even put anything on them to hold them together

and you’re not really sure if you want to thank him or not but you do anyway because like.. c’mon man

and he’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes

so you say “thanks, linkai. these are uh.. nice.”

theyre really not but when his eyes kinda light up a little and he turns away with red ears and hides his smile in his hoodie you’re like.. these are the most beautiful flowers i have ever seen in my entire life

and that, my friend, was your second mistake

he brings you a new gift every day

one time it was half of a cookie from the gas station mcdonalds down the road

once it was an actual fucking newt like a little lizard that he found somewhere and you literally begged him to keep it for himself

another time it was an eraser shaped like a cupcake that was very clearly used

but you kept every single present he gave you

except for the lizard because what the genuine fuck dude

he also comes up with new nicknames for you every day

and they’re even cringer than they were the day before every time without fail

he strolls into the room, plops down beside you and hands you your daily present with a “good morning, ___”

the blanks thus far include, honey, darling, sweetiepie, cupcake, pumpkin, gumdrop, cutie patootie, my cinnamon apple, munchkin

and you don't know why you look forward to seeing what he comes up with next

and even the very worst of the presents and the nicknames make your heart flutter

and you realize you are slowly becoming whipped for this weird kid

and that this is very bad because you’re literally desperate to pass this class and its hard when you spend all your time waiting for his next comment or thinking about him being next to you

but like a dummy, you don't ask to be moved and you don’t even ask him to shut up

well you do, you regularly tell him to shut up but this man takes insults like compliments and it seems to feed into this idea that you like him

which you do but that's none of his damn business

and about halfway through that short month of school, you realize you’re not going to be ready for the exam

you start losing sleep over it because this is really not good

and you also realize that this isn’t linkai’s fault, really, you can’t push the blame onto him because you didnt want to ask to be moved away from the cute boy

and that makes you feel even worse

so you come into school one day looking about as miserable as you feel

you actually get there after linkai for the first time because you were in the bathroom trying to make yourself look more alive

but it doesn't work because the second you walk in and linkai (who was previously looking a bit like a lost puppy) says “hi sugarpl- damn, you look rough.”

you give him a half-assed glare and slump into the seat beside him, not even having the energy to be sarcastic.

“wait, y/n, are you okay?”

the concern in his voice makes your stomach turn a little but you just kinda look at him and you’re like.

“i’m gonna fail. again.”

and he's surprised you actually answered him so he kinda stalls for a second

and then he's like “i can help you? if you want?”

and you almost want to laugh bc you have not seen the kid take a single note since you got here

but he's like “lets go sit at one of those tables outside after this and i’ll help you with what you don’t know.”

and you’re like yeah sure i guess bc i mean.. he's cute what are you gonna do? say no?

and then he gets his bag and pulls out a pack of colorful scrunchies and hands them to you

and you instinctively tear up bc they look super new so he definitely like.. went to a store.. saw these.. thought he should get them for you..took them off the shelf.. bought them with his own money.. and now they’re here

and by the will of god you don’t start weeping in front of him

and you feel weird walking with him outside as he greets all his loud friends and is like nah i cant go with you guys today i gotta do something

you two sit down outside and you whip out your book and he’s like so what is it? what are you having trouble with?

and, in shame, you admit that you really don’t know shit all

and he just kinda laughs and he’s like aight let's do this

and let me JUST SAY

YOU. ARE. FLOORED.

he starts explaining the first concept to you and everything he says is making? perfect sense?

he explains things very clearly and intelligently and you immediately understand what you have to do 

he has his own way of solving problems that is faster and more efficient and literally whips through every equation.

when he finishes explaining, you just stop and stare at him in awe for a second and he's like “sorry, did that make sense?”

and in your head you’re like nothing has ever made sense more than what you just did right now

but outwardly you’re like yeah thanks so much

and he continues to explain things to you and by the time a few hours have passed and its getting late and kinda chilly, you already understand half the things you were lost on

you tell him you should get home now and he’s like, oh, yeah, sure, okay.

and you really have to ask him how he ended up in summer school? because he’s obviously extremely intelligent with how easily he understands all the concepts

and he gets a little shy

and he tells you that during the year, he had to work a lot during the school days because his mom is sick and off work so they’re not making a lot of money

and that she had a doctors appointment on the day of the final and there was no one else to take her and it was all really last minute so he missed it

and so he ended up failing math and had to go to summer school

he waits with you until your bus comes and sends you off

and you’re just like.. sitting there.. thinking

and you start to feel like the biggest piece of shit for multiple reasons

first, because you had made so many wrong assumptions about linkai

he wasn’t just some obnoxious imbecile. he was hard-working and obviously had a really big heart

he was loud, yeah but that was just his personality

and you had gone and assumed he was dumb when he was pretty much a genius

but worst of all, you realized that he actually genuinely liked you

all the little pet names, the gifts, the constant talking to you in class was because he just… liked you. it was his own little eccentric way of showing it

and you had treated him like he was some big joke. a nuisance, even.

you didn’t sleep very well that night, either.

the next day he brought you a donut and called you donut.

and you almost cried again 

he was also wearing a different red sweater he’d never worn before and his hair was kind of different and he looked so good

and so you smiled at him and said, “morning, handsome.”

and there was nothing sweeter than the way his face turned as red as his hoodie.

he helped you that day after class too,

and the next, and the next

and you exchanged numbers so you could ‘ask him questions while you were home’

but you two would start texting and having all kinds of conversations

from the most crackheadassery shit to some really deep stuff

you never knew that you could fall so hard for someones voice, the way he talks on the phone when he’s calm and tired, his voice husky and quiet

but shit, you were whipped like whip cream

there was this one time he texted you at 6 am

and it said something like “i just got home from work and i saw a cat in my mailbox blah blah”

and you were like.. pause. just got home from work?

and from there you realized that because summer school was mandatory he was going to work at night to make up for the day shifts he had to miss

and probably getting 2-3 hours of sleep if he was getting any and all

and that was kind of the deal breaker

and you realized that, in such a short span of time,

you had completely fallen in love with wang linkai

and you were determined to do something, anything you could to just.. make things better for him?

you just wanted to be his person

the two of you continued staying after school and studying for an hour or two and then texting throughout the rest of the day, right up until the final exam

the two of you had studied vigorously together, both in person and over facetime.

and the night before the exam comes and you get a text

and all it says is “y/n, something bad happened.”

your heart immediately sinks to the floor and you abandon the petty ‘wait two-three minutes before answering’ rule and just call him

he picks up and doesn’t even say hello and you’re so frightened to see such a bright creature so… burned out

he explains to you that his mom finally got an appointment with this really important specialist after months of waiting

and that it was supposed to be next week, but it got moved to tomorrow

and it’s on the other side of the city

and he’ll miss his exam

it really hurts to hear the shake in his voice, and how hopeless he sounds

and you ask him everything like are you sure theres no one else that can drive her but you? are you sure you cant have the appointment moved back?

and its all a pretty resounding no.

and so you think and think and you’re like; you know what? i have an idea.

and you run into your moms room and explain the situation to her and BEG her to do this for you and take linkai’s mom to her appointment for him

and she asks to speak to linkai for a second and you’re just twiddling your thumbs

and he kinda makes her smile and laugh a little and your heart could just BURST

and she agrees to drive her after getting his address and his moms name and the place of the appointment etc

and when she hands the phone back to you, you go back to your room and when you put the phone to your ear, you hear linkai sniffling on the other end

and you’re like “kai?? are you crying?”

and he’s like “no… fuck maybe a little bit.”

and you’re like ?? why, what else is wrong?

and he’s like “nothing.. nothing is wrong, it’s just.” and he takes a big breath. “thank you so much.”

and you kinda tear up a little bit too and you’re like.. “of course.. you don’t have to thank me.”

and he just takes a biig breath and calms down and then he starts talking in a really soft voice.

“y/n.. you know i like, really like you, right? i know you think im just bored or playing some game, but im not. i knew you were special, and im..” he kind of laughs at himself. “fuck, im really falling for you.”

and now you are crying too

and you tell him you’re so sorry and that you wish you would have just. been better from the beginning

and you tell him that you feel the same way and the both of you are just giggling and he tells you thank you a million times and that he cant wait to see you tomorrow

so the exam comes

the two of you take it and you’re kind of lost on what to do with yourselves other than studying lol

but you both feel really good about the outcome

and there's something really special about the two of you sitting outside waiting for both of your moms to come and get you

and when they do, you get in the car and your moms are like best fuckin friends already

and you’re all laughing as the four of you go to eat lunch together and linkai’s mom tells him that the specialist set up a plan for her and it looks like things are going to get better really soon.

and theres a happy kind of pain in your chest when you look over at him and see that he’s getting teary eyed

and you know exactly what he’s feeling - its that feeling like fuck, things are so good right now, everything is perfect, please don’t take it away

and so you’re a little scared but more excited when you reach over and hold his hand.

and he looks at you and you smile at him. you don’t have to say a word for him to know exactly what you’re thinking

‘i’m here. things will be okay. things will get better. let me carry this weight with you.’

and he squeezes your hand so tight it hurts

but you dont mind

a few days later, the two of you return to get your final examination results

and you’re both shaking and bickering bc you’re like “why are you nervous when you know you passed”

and the two of you take the envelopes and go stand outside by the same table you sat at everyday.

you open your cards at the same time and look at the results and you scream while linkai lets out a big huff of relief

yours reads ’84’ and his says says ’93’

your card flutters to the ground as you jump forward into his arms

and he’s laughing and holding you so so tight, swinging you around and he’s still kind of shaking but in a good way.

and you pull away from the hug and just look at him, and he’s got that look in his eyes again

the look that says he’s so happy and he’s afraid he’s going to lose it

and before you can think twice, you grab his face and kiss the thought right out of his head

and he smiles into the kiss, grabbing you the second you pull away and bringing you back for more

you two pull away and just look at each other like.. who knew?

and he kisses you again on the lips, then kisses all over your entire face

and the horn honks a few feet away from where your mother is waiting for you with a small smile on her face.

and you kiss him one last time before you walk back to the car with your hands tightly intertwined

and you are so fucking glad you suck at math

[paladin-andric]

Jotober, Day 9: Precious

A bit of a happy short for you all, featuring a favorite character of mine...

Wind gently breezing, the beast moved through the sky. The winged lizard moved toward the city.

A dragon.

The people had been debating about this all day. The old empire had been destroyed, individual towns, villages and cities ripe for the taking. What the other races didn’t conquer or reconquer, the dragons took. With no real system of law in place besides cultural norms and taboos, the dragons all rushed about the humans’ lands, taking whatever uncontested land they could and declaring it theirs.

The humans living there were their property, in the dragons’ eyes. Most of them, at least. They COULD exterminate them, but the populations of the cities had already been slaughtered so much that there weren’t many left in the first place. Most new dragon “lords” treated the populace as a source of income, and nothing more. They taxed and taxed, bleeding the people dry to gather their own personal hoard.

Well, there were a few exceptions. The dragons, though united in their conquest, were now bound to no law or leader. Completely operating by their own merits and ideals, their treatment of the people varied, from brutal oppression to benign neglect.

With the dragon overlords came conflict. As more and more territory was claimed, the “free” cities and towns were becoming very low in number. Draconic norms and codes of honor had resulted in peace thus far, but there were more dragons than towns. Some arrogance and rivalries would result in bloodshed, eventually.

It was these things the council debated. They were a major city out in the open, thus far unclaimed. What would they do when a dragon came? Arguments all the way from fighting to the last man to groveling for mercy were brought up, but they had their consensus now.

They would ask for partial autonomy, showering the dragon in gifts and treating it with honor if the beast accepted. If a hike in taxes was the only difference in city life, they would just have to deal with it.

If the beast murdered randomly and tormented them however, they would resist. Likely fruitlessly, but there were some things no human being would tolerate.

Now, a dragon approached, their plan put into action. A few people came outside to greet it, with archers on the walls. They were told to ‘go for the eyes’, the only thing not covered in impenetrable scales.

The dragon landed. It had black scales...a horrifying realization. These were rumored to only feel emotions when relishing in torturing and killing. This was the worst possible outcome. Out of any type of multitudes of dragon in the known world...they just had to get a black dragon.

Were negotiations even possible?

They noted that the dragon was very small...by draconic standards anyway. It was either just barely reaching adulthood, or was still near the end of adolescence. Well, that was...good? Maybe it wasn’t experienced in diplomacy. They could make it think it was getting a much better deal than it was, perhaps.

A man approached, offering a bow. “Greetings. Welcome to Pasir.”

The dragon seemed to be, well...appraising them, eyes running over every person there with vested interest. What did it plan? Were they all about to die?

Nervous, the man continued. “I am Vercan. I represent the mayor of Pasir. I’m here to negotiate with our new...ruler.”

More silence. A smile slowly formed on the dragon’s face. What horrid torture fantasies were running through its head?

“Ah, we, had some propositions on the shifting of power, and your lordship. Perhaps you might like to hear some of these proposals…?”

The grinning dragon finally spoke. “Lordship…?” its voice was shockingly soft and gentle.

“Err, yes. That is why you have come, no? To claim this land as yours?”

The dragon let out a soft chuckle. “First of all, that is LADYship to you, sir…”

“O-oh! Terribly sorry, Lad-”

“And secondly...I suppose, while technically true...I have no interest in being your mistress. You may put me down as the ruler of Pasir on parchment, but...I am not here to tell you what to do.”

A few people looked at one another in confusion and surprise. The diplomat, Vercan, retorted. “The people may need your clarification...what is it you intend? We had a reorganized legal system made to incorporate your rule ready for you to review…”

“I just...wanted to learn more about you all. I am certain you can tell, but...I am very young and inexperienced,” she gestured to herself, “I have never met humans before, and well...I just had to see for myself! And my goodness, are you so precious!”

Everyone was taken aback by this. Even the militiamen on the walls lowered their bows and looked at each other with both amused and incredulous looks on their faces, as if saying to one other, “Can you believe this?”

“Err...I’m sorry?”

“Oh you are just so small, and yet courageous, facing me plainly! I do so admire your resolve! You impress me, good sirs!”

“I...thank you?” Vercan, experienced in diplomacy as he was, couldn’t keep a straight face. He shook his head in disbelief.

“I would just love to learn more about you all! I would like to stay and speak with you daily, learning of your activities and culture! Could I do that? Would that please you?”

The dragon had a look of anticipation and excitement on her face, as if a child who had just been told they would be getting sweets.

Vercan, recovering, put on a false smile, still inwardly in disbelief. “Nothing would make us happier, Lady…?”

“Ah! Oh, goodness! How could I forget to introduce myself! How rude! I hope you will excuse this slight. I am...Gira!”

“Well, Lady Gira...you said you would be taking the mantle of Lady of Pasir, correct? Yet you also said you don’t want to rule...what is it you WOULD like, than?”

Gira scratched her chin with a claw. “Hmm...oh, I know! Do you have any sick or injured? If so, bring them to me!”

Vercan managed to hide his shock and fear, though some broke through the facade. “Are you...culling the weak?”

Gira look horrified. “N-no, never! I would never harm a hair on any of your lovely heads, humans! I promise, I am only trying to help!”

The diplomat grimaced. He wasn’t sure that was true, but to maintain good relations with their new “ruler”...

“...very well. I will speak with the people.”

A few people emerged from the gates, two groups carrying two different people. The first was an older looking bearded man, covered in bandages all over. There were even wraps over one of his eyes. The second was a young woman, covered in pustules and slick, greenish skin. Her eyes were vacant, as if she was unaware of everything around her.

“Oh, no! What is this?” Gira asked, looking at the two with concern written on her face.

“This is Mikkos,” Vercan pointed at the man, “He’s an herbalist. He was out foraging when he was attacked, and then mauled by a wolf. Gregory, a hunter, heard his screams and just barely got there in time. He’s been ruined, and the poor man’s lost an eye.”

“Oh dear!” Gira cried, genuine sorrow apparent in her eyes.

“And this is Rhea,” Vercan announced, pointing to the woman, “She came down with...some kind of horrid pox. No one knows what it is, but she lives in agony. We fear it to be contagious as well, so...these brave volunteers that brought her to you...whatever it is you’re planning, I hope it was worth it.”

Gira gasped. “Oh, no! Please, you fellows, place the two on the ground before me! You bringers of Rhea, stay as well! I shall aid you all!”

The two groups complied, bringing the two close and laying them in the grass before the dragon.

“Wonderful! Now...this may be frightening for you, but just remember that there is nothing to worry about! I am here to help, this I swear!”

Varcan frowned. “W-what is it you’re planning on doing, Lady Gira?”

“Just trust me!” the dragon exclaimed happily, “And please...just Gira will do! Now...” She lowered her gaze to the sick woman and injured man, those that had brought them standing beside the two. The dragon, for the first time, didn’t have an excited or joyful expression.

If he could place it, Varcan would wager she looked...determined. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

Suddenly, she reared back, moving back and then forward as she opened her maw. For a split second, Vercan thought they had been had, and she was about to devour the two. Why she wanted to eat a diseased peasant, he didn’t know.

Instead, she leaned close and blew a strange, blue mist over the group. As everyone watched, the boils on Rhea shrank, and shrank, and shrank, until they were all gone, and her skin was back to the normal, pale complexion that it had been before the illness.

Both her and Mikkos sat up, suddenly fully awake and energetic. The man tore at the bandages on his face, revealing...a perfectly fine, functioning eye! As he tore at the rest of his wrappings, he found no slices or gashes, and no scars...it was as if he was never attacked in the first place.

Gira looked to be absolutely beaming with pride and joy as everyone else stared with gaping mouths.

“There! See? I told you all that you could trust me!”

“W-what…? How…?”

Gira continued grinning. “My father was a black dragon, and my mother was a white dragon! Though I completely inherited my father’s scales, I inherited the healing breath of a white dragon! I can only help you with this power!”

She pointed at the citizens that had carried Rhea. “And you! If you did happen to catch anything from bringing the fair Rhea here...my magic has surely purged it from your systems!”

As Mikkos and Rhea stood up, looking up in wonder, Vercan approached, bowing. “L-Lady Gira, on behalf of the Council and People of the City of Pasir...I offer you our deepest, sincerest thanks.”

“Oh, it is nothing!” Gira said shyly, “I just...like helping you, is all!”

“It is NOT nothing, Lady Gira...if there is ever anything we could offer you…”

“I said Gira would do!” the dragon cried, eyes averted in a show of timidness, “I-I am not your mistress! I do not mean to turn this into obedience! Please, I will take you up on this offer, but...I only ask to be allowed to stay beside the city, allowed to speak with your fine people as I reside here!”

“...of course. If that is what you want, you are more than welcome to stay wherever you wish...Gira.”

A sudden roar in the distance grabbed everyone’s attention. Far up in the sky, another dragon approached...headed right for Pasir!

Gira’s head shot up in alarm. “Quickly! Get behind me!”

No one asked questions. Everyone moved behind the admittedly small, black dragon as she turned and stood as imposingly as she could, facing the newcomer.

The other dragon, red in color, noticed her, quickly shifting its flight to the side, passing by Pasir in search of different territory.

Everyone was silent as this happened, until the red dragon was finally gone over the horizon.

Gira turned back and smiled. “There! We are safe! Do you see now? As your technical ‘ruler’ I show the other dragons that these lands are considered occupied, and so they are not allowed to impose on you!”

Vercan shook his head. “You can heal all of our people, and turn away other dragons, sparing us all from their tyranny and wrath...and you ask for nothing more than to live here in return?”

“Correct!” Gira said happily, “I am simply dying to meet you all, and learn more about all of you! You can do whatever you want, I will not be dismantling whatever old system you had in place, surely I would only muck up the effectiveness of it!” she said with a laugh.

“So...you do not want to divert the treasury funds to your own collection?”

“Oh, how silly! What use do I have for coins?” Gira asked, “It is not like I will be buying tomatoes from a market! I will sustain myself, and you will do, well...whatever it is you do! I just want to be your friend and helper, is all!”

She looked over the crowd. Those humans, all looking amused and in awe…

Goodness, how precious they are!

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[louisquinnzel]

hi lovely! how are you? so i trust your tastes with my life (bc 1d and pmore, but also bc I discovered my fav fic ever thanks to you) so do you have any Larry fic recs that you haven’t put on your blog?? Or just fanfics I should definitely read??? thanks again and have a good day!!

here’s a few , i’ve read more than 5 times maybe lol 

Time Out by Speechless | WIP | (4/5)

Harry and Louis are perfect for each other.Everybody knows it.They know it, their friends know it, everybody knows it.That’s why Zayn, Liam and Niall won’t let them get away with breaking up.No chance in hell.

Gentle Autumn Rain by alex4968 | COMPLETE | (3/3)

Louis Tomlinson moved to London with a big heart and a big dream. Harry Styles moved to London, fresh out of the police academy, with the hopes of helping as many people as he could in his eyes. When a deranged alpha forces their paths to cross, their ideas of what is meant to be will never be the same.

Mark my word (we gon’ be alright) by harioandlouigi| COMPLETE | (1/1)

Or, an A/B/O AU featuring an oblivious Harry as the pack leader, a pining Louis as his second-in-command, and an entourage of friends and family who are a little too good at keeping their mouths shut.

feeling it out by delsicle| WIP | (3/?)| TWINS AU WITH NO INCEST 10/10!!

Harry has been hopelessly in love with his twin brother’s omega for five years. And then the war comes.

I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by allwaswell16| COMPLETE | (3/3)

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him–and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and…

Oops, Baby, I Love You (In That Order) by FallingLikeThis for dimpled_haloCOMPLETE | (1/1)

The minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms.The Backup Plan Au (ABSOLUTELY ONE OF MY FAAVES SINCE IM SUPER FAN OF JLO MOVIES)

Roses in the Rain by theweightofmywords| COMPLETE | (1/1)

Louis had his six siblings and his old house with its falling-apart porch to take care of. This town was where people still approached him, 8 years after high school graduation, to tell him that they loved him as Danny in Grease. This town was where he had his pick of suitors, where he had his first kiss, where he took his first steps, where his mama lived, died, and was buried, and he couldn’t leave just to follow some man that he loved.

Milkshake by Speechless| COMPLETE | (2/2) | WARNING: PAST UNDERAGE RELATIONSHIP

He’s been saying it for years.

He doesn’t care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway.Louis won’t stop saying it, ‘cause it’s true.His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard.It’s a fact.

[journalofthememes]

Star Wars EU/Legends Quote Starters - Skywalker Family Edition

( 186 quotes in total, extending below the readmore ) 

❝ I don't like that you can win an argument without using verbs. ❞  ❝ The future is to be lived, not prearranged. ❞  ❝ Did you just make me stand on my head for two hours because I was annoying you? ❞  ❝ Thank you for reducing our task to its basic components. Come on. ❞  ❝ Are you content? You've been alone for so long... ❞  ❝ Your emotions betray you. ❞  ❝ Would you please stop saying things like that? ❞  ❝ I'm always prepared to entertain the suggestion that I’m wrong. The universe is nothing if not humbling. ❞  ❝ That’s not what I was going to say, but it’s probably true. ❞  ❝ You don't plan to infiltrate an Imperial battle station and save a princess, do you? ❞  ❝ No. I'm your father. That's my job. ❞  ❝ Not everything here is dead. You're alive. I'm alive. ❞  ❝ Trust me or kill me, ___. In the end, it'll come out the same. I will not harm you. ❞  ❝ My name is ____, and I want you to take my hand. ❞  ❝ None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am. ❞  ❝ If it's not too much of a cliché, take me to your leader. If it is too much of a cliché, take me anyway. ❞    ❝ Smells good. Just like we used to make back home. ❞  ❝ No, it was the food — definitely the food. ❞  ❝ What's a duck? ❞  ❝ I've not done anything like this before. ❞  ❝ That ‘rock’ also happens to be the location of one of ____'s strongholds. ❞ ❝ We built junk racers more sophisticated than this out of spare parts when I was ten. ❞     ❝ I have to say, this sounds like the worst idea in a thousand generations of bad ideas. ❞  ❝ I laid a trap. That's quite a bit different than inviting them. ❞ ❝ The deepest cut I ever gave him was in refusing to join him. I think the next deepest cut was when I forgave him. ❞  ❝ You've probably heard this before, but it's a trap. ❞  ❝ I'll be careful. ❞  ❝ Now go, and stop worrying, or I swear I'll come back as a ghost and bug you while you're on a date. ❞  ❝ There are times when the end justifies the means. But when you build an argument based on a whole series of such times, you may find that you've constructed an entire philosophy of evil. ❞  ❝ Bionic hand, I love you! ❞  ❝ We all need a dream. ❞  ❝ I have a few... associates accompanying me. ❞ ❝ And there's something else. I sensed a disturbance in the Force. ❞ ❝ Is there something you want to tell me? ❞  ❝ You really don't want to see me angry, and I think you're smart enough to know that. ❞    ❝ If you want to try me, go ahead and make that threat. ❞  ❝ Well, the truth is in there somewhere… ❞  ❝ Can you do two hundred push-ups? ❞  ❝ Hey, there are worse family traditions. ❞  ❝ That's — I mean, thanks, but I barely know anything. ❞  ❝ Could anything be worse than what we already know? ❞

❝ You think the dark side is scary, you say that to her. ❞  ❝ I activated my lightsaber first. That's not what Jedi do. ❞    ❝ We protect and defend those who can't defend themselves. ❞    ❝ I failed my first test on the whole light side–dark side thing pretty miserably. ❞  ❝ I don't have a title—I'm not a Senator, I'm not a general any longer, I'm not an ambassador. He used my name like an insult.   ❞  ❝ You know what I like about coming to worlds so backrocket that no one watches the news broadcasts? No one ever says, “Hey, you look taller on the 'Net.” ❞ ❝ I won't be the first to die to keep you from winning. ❞  ❝ Your feelings betray you. ❞  ❝ You can't just walk up to a woman and say 'Hello, I've heard about your large bank account, let's get married.' ❞ ❝ No thanks, I don't want to look like a grumpy, thickheaded, craggy-faced old man. ❞  ❝ Yes, of course... ___, roll your eyes for me, would you? I'm out of practice. ❞  ❝ That works for you? I hope you don't expect me to believe that. ❞   ❝ Your lack of faith hurts me. ❞  ❝ When you become a father, you'll discover how much fun that is. ❞  ❝ Sometimes a Jedi must deal with the disappointment of having to tell the truth. ❞  ❝ I'll trust you to improve the story. ❞  ❝ Watch your language. ❞  ❝ Do you really want to take me on right now? I don't recommend it. ❞  ❝ Every generation has its challenges to face, its own battles to win. Why should yours be any different? Running away from your responsibilities won't solve anything. ❞  ❝ So you see, there never was any real danger. All flash—no crash. Everybody happy? ❞  ❝ I'll have my lightsaber... and you can have your blasters... What else could you ask for? ❞  ❝ Sometimes, what we succeed in doing is not exactly what we intended to do. Focus on what you accomplished, rather than on what you merely hoped to do. ❞  ❝ You may begin his training immediately. ❞  ❝ The Force calls each of us differently. ❞  ❝ Be careful who you smile at around here. I'm not ready to be a grandfather. Or even a father-in-law. ❞  ❝ You think you might be happier dispensing caf or sketching caricatures? ❞  ❝ I think you've just been adopted. ❞  ❝ There was a sense to you, when we met, that would not let me fear you. ❞  ❝ Countless others have learned that not fearing ___ can be trouble. ❞  ❝ The Force brought us together, and kept bringing us together until neither of us could deny our destiny to be together forever. ❞  ❝ If you do not take your hands off her, I will take your hands off you. ❞  ❝ That bad? Keep the drinks coming, please. ❞  ❝ I mean regardless. ❞  ❝ I feel... fear and anger. Aggression. Danger. ❞  ❝ The Jedi were the guardians of peace. The servants of the Old Republic, not its masters. ❞  ❝ I was just thinking about how I'm going to have to train them some day. ❞  ❝ Behold, the favorite weapon of Jedi before the invention of the lightsaber - the sledgehammer.❞   ❝ Aghh! What are you doing? ❞  ❝ You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen. ❞  ❝ Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends. ❞     ❝ Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow that you cast. ❞ ❝ I am so glad I found you and didn't kill you. ❞  ❝ Really? And I always thought the reason you left was to join the Rebellion and save the galaxy.❞  ❝ Have you tried cash? Money. A travel case full of credit notes. You know. A bribe. Or make it sound nice. Call it a consulting fee. ❞  ❝ It is, as some admiral once said, a trap. ❞  ❝ Time for you to do one of the six or eight things you do best. ❞  ❝ Well, what happens if you need a diplomat who can also practice philosophy, fight with a lightsaber, and levitate small objects? ❞  ❝ Who else are they going to call but us? ❞  ❝ It's always nice to meet new people and make new enemies. ❞  ❝ If I wanted to tell you, I would, wouldn't I? ❞  ❝ You've got me. I hate that shirt. In fact, I think you're a crummy dresser, period. ❞  ❝ Darling. I love you, you are my life and my light - but If you ever do this to me again I will vape you where you stand. ❞  ❝ He could have called you 'Master'. Like I do sometimes. ❞  ❝ I always play fair. Exactly as fair as my opponents. ❞  ❝ Where did you learn that smile? Have you been practicing in front of a holo of Han Solo? ❞  ❝ It's not about the legacy you leave, it's about the life you live. ❞  ❝ I don't want to discourage your curiosity, but I have to remind you, if something goes wrong, this is an exceptionally embarrassing way to die. ❞  ❝ Stupid, stupid. A big fat diversion—the oldest trick on the list, and I fell for it like some dumb farm kid. ❞  ❝ You can't hear a whisper if you're constantly shouting. ❞  ❝ I've been letting you do the talking, and all it's gotten us so far is an enforced vacation. ❞  ❝ Negotiating is the art of getting what you want. It's not the art of making the other side feel better. ❞  ❝ If they were our partners, we wouldn't need to negotiate. ❞  ❝ Okay, so maybe my best friend's a lizard. ❞  ❝ The wrath of the Empire truly knows no boundaries. ❞  ❝ We can't keep meeting like this, ___. ❞  ❝ When I first met ___, I was under a compulsion to kill him. Generally not a good sign for a lasting relationship. ❞  ❝ He accepted me, as no one else had done before. ❞  ❝ The coming battle may prove their intent. ❞  ❝ I secretly hope he will betray us. ❞    ❝ You mean if we get out of here alive? ❞  ❝ During my training I have witnessed few who dared defy the Empire. ❞  ❝ The desire to be out there saving the galaxy is in your blood so thick I can hear it screaming from here. ❞  ❝ Trust me, my capacity for mayhem is undiminished. ❞  ❝ Service to evil is still evil. ❞  ❝ What you're saying is that doing something wrong isn't really wrong if your motives are good. That's nonsense. ❞  ❝ Sure, why not? I didn't have anything else planned for after lunch. ❞  ❝ Look after my apprentice, won't you? ❞  ❝ I get the proverbial bad feeling about this. ❞  ❝ Don't you people have a conscience? ❞  ❝ Betray me? As in they stab me in the back, or do they just give me a swift kick in the butt? ❞  ❝ Do you wax your beard? It just seems very shiny. ❞  ❝ Your eyes can deceive you, be mindful of your feelings, girls are fun but dangerous, and ____ has extra cards up his sleeve. ❞  ❝ Sorry about my last message. I’ve been assured that whining is a family trait and that I should be over it by the time I'm thirty, but that's not much comfort. ❞  ❝ It’s our job to keep the Force in balance and to help people stay in balance with the Force, to detect wrongs and make them right, and to serve as models for very attractive lines of boots. ❞  ❝ Oh. That's sad. I was looking forward to being called Sparky. ❞  ❝ ___, what's ‘kriffing’? ❞  ❝ I don't think I've ever seen so many brown robes together in one place. It's like a showroom for the world's dullest textile factory. ❞  ❝ You have the manners of a bantha with digestion problems. If you had children, I hope they were raised by piranha-beetles so they'd be nicer than you. ❞  ❝ You know us, practicing the fine family tradition of rescuing people from the dark side. ❞  ❝ I like my body intact, thank you very much. ❞  ❝ You know, it gives me hope that you screwed up so badly and so consistently as a kid. ❞  ❝ How do you feel? Better than you look, I hope. ❞  ❝ Have a peaceful... whatever. ❞  ❝ This, from the man who's worn a bowl-cut hairstyle almost all his adult life. ❞  ❝ If you start to feel evil, tell me as soon as possible. Don't wait and cut my hand off first. ❞  ❝ When the rocks fall, we get out of the way. ❞  ❝ Sorry. I just got tired of hearing the same old phrases, the same old way, year after year. ❞  ❝ Use the same cliché phrases too long and people stop hearing their message, you know? ❞  ❝ Don't feel bad. Civilized politics are even worse. ❞  ❝ What if we're completely wrong? ❞  ❝ A Jedi without a lightsaber is a lot less dashing to the girls. ❞  ❝ Coincidence, or misinterpretation. People hear what they want to hear. Keep it vague enough, and a prophecy or prediction'll fit pretty much anything. ❞  ❝ I've… got a strange feeling... As if… as if I've been here before! ❞  ❝ Is mind reading a new Force power you picked up and forgot to tell me about? ❞  ❝ Don't get killed, ___. ❞  ❝ That's... hardly ever a good thing. ❞  ❝ Oh, but this is nothing like Dagobah, where mold rotted everything, duraplast included, and did it stink. Even my lightsaber blade stank. Food stank. Yoda stank. Distilled water stank, I'm not sure how. ❞  ❝ Great. Should I open the top hatch and hurl rocks at it? ❞  ❝ In the future, I suggest that we only ever fight guys who set up their lairs in posh hotel suites. ❞  ❝ I know, I know... ‘Back in the old days’. Back during the Empire. Back when starships were made of wood. Back when there were no holodramas, just puppet shows. Back when a hypercomm system was a long string stretched between two planets with a durasteel caf cup at either end... ❞  ❝ Let us not devolve into insults. ❞  ❝ You're about to meet a whole bunch of people who not long ago were your sworn enemies and say, “Hi there, I used to be a ___ but I’m not anymore.” I’d be nervous too. ❞  ❝ ___ is no assassin! They’re my best friend. ❞  ❝ Not everything that comes through the freight system is a stock item. ❞  ❝ I apologized, but they didn't accept it. They just used it as an excuse to keep being rude. ❞  ❝ Is politics always like that? Why don't you both say what you mean? ❞  ❝ If they're both afraid of the same thing, why are they on opposite sides? ❞    ❝ Doing the right thing isn't something special. It's the minimum. It's where we start each morning, not where we try to end up one day in the future. ❞    ❝ I have no time for you now. I must first liberate the planet. ❞  ❝ So you're behind this, you poisonous traitor. ❞  ❝ Politics is an ancient and noble calling. Without politicians our societies would descend into anarchy and chaos. ❞  ❝ I'm not claiming the system is perfect. Obviously there's room for improvement. ❞  ❝ Oh yes, what a useful recommendation for my candidacy. “Likes to drive dangerous machines very fast.” ❞  ❝ If I am ever elected Supreme Chancellor of the Senate, I will decree that all Jedi must demonstrate an emotion at least once a year. ❞  ❝ Rumor has it you were hurt defending the spynet facility. ❞  ❝ Of course he did. I believe that's his job description, isn't it? ❞  ❝ ‘Force’ me out of the Order? Was that a pun? ❞  ❝ And you, what does your heart tell you you're meant for? ❞  ❝ Ours is a path of service. We serve justice. ❞  ❝ There is no justifying... my actions. Yet I was saved from darkness. You must believe me. ❞  ❝ The comm system isn't being jammed in the planetary atmosphere. It's being jammed from space. ❞  ❝ I hereby authorize you to be nervous, too. ❞  ❝ Are you thinking that's our way in? ❞  ❝ We have a lot in common, ___. Perhaps we'll meet again. ❞  ❝ I can ask ____. They'll tell me what I want to know. ❞  ❝ I could fly this thing in my sleep. ❞

Bonus: Darth Vader Quotes

❝ It is pointless to concern yourself with your friends now. The Force has ordained this moment.❞   ❝ I am a disturbance in the Force. ❞  ❝ The Emperor is not here. I speak for the Empire. ❞  ❝ You may keep your title — for another two minutes. ❞ ❝ I am your reward; you don't find me handsome? ❞   ❝ Tell the navigator if we arrive one minute after his estimate, he needn't worry about the return trip. ❞  ❝ Only you have the skill, the determination, and the training to enable you to follow a path so cold, and twisted, and dangerous, and pointless. ❞  ❝ The old system is dead. You would be wise to subscribe to the new one. ❞  ❝ I hope, for your sake, this is important. ❞ 

[coffee-and-kpop]

Spider-Man! Jeon Jungkook

okay okay okay omg so I watched Spider-Man Homecoming like last week because I haven’t yet and Spider-man is legit my favorite superhero and not even because of his powers but because Peter Parker is literally the cutest dork ever and I’ve legit felt this way since the first three movies came out like Peter is my fave and Spider-man is my fave too // Tom Holland is also cute af and it’s rare for actors to actually catch my eye like that so I’m loving his Peter Parker so much lmao // fun fact too I hate spiders lol Living in Miami I can deal with roaches and other bugs and lizards and shit but never spiders, I’d rather burn my house down to kill a spider than get near it lmao BUT I DIGRESS

Let’s start with the AU!!!

Word Count: 2129

Masterlist

To start, I literally cannot see anybody else in BTS but Jungkook as Spider-man

I tried fitting Yoongi to Spider-man, because Yoongi is my ult ;u; but it just didn’t feel right

Jungkook is the best one

Both are young idiots

Nerdy af

Photography // i miss old Spidey :’) //

Fit

Get awkward and nervous every now and then

But very cute and caring

Looking out for the little guy

Jungkook also wouldn’t tell anybody

At all

At first he used to help out in the Busan area, while he was in highschool

For college he moved to Seoul

And many were surprised to see Spidey swinging around in Seoul

Jungkook was actually nervous about going to college in Seoul

He knew it came with a risk

But so far nothing seemed off so he continued to do what he did in Busan

He attended his classes and the second he was done he went off on a patrol around the city

At this point at lot of people suspected what school Spider-man was going to

He was often spotted on top of the building that was his dorm

So he stopped staying there too often and frequently stayed around various other places

It was getting pretty late and Jungkook had a paper due the next morning

He hadn’t started it yet

Much less actually knew what he was going to write about

So he decided to head back to his dorm

But first

He had to change back to Jungkook

He dropped down in the alley where he left his book bag and clothing

It was dark

But thanks to his spider powers

That wasn’t a problem for him

He quickly located his bag and opened it

Ready to get his clothing out

Until you suddenly appeared

Jungkook tried to put on his mask

His sudden panic prevented him from actually getting it on properly

So he quickly jumped behind a dumpster near him

He poked his head out slightly to see why you were here

When he suddenly saw two other figures following behind you

You told them to please leave you alone

Stating that you had no cash on you

The two figures scoffed

One man and one woman maybe?

Jungkook slowly put his bag down behind the dumpster

After calming down a bit he finally put his mask back on

The two people still had some distance to you

No visible weapons out

Jungkook decided to climb the wall behind him slowly

Making sure he wasn’t seen

That was until he saw the woman pull out a gun and point it right at you

Jungkook quickly went into action

He shot a string of web at the gun and disarmed the woman

They both stood confused at the weapon suddenly gone from their hand

“Man, I find it really unfair you guys are teaming up on one person”

The man and the woman both look at each other before looking around at where the voice came from

“Do you mind if I join to even it out?”

Jungkook appeared behind the pair and tied them up with the web

Fairly easy this time

Normally people do a better job at fighting back

But he wasn’t one to complain

“Oh, looks like I won!”

Jungkook walked over to you and asked if you were okay

Other than being shaken up a bit

You were fine

He called the cops and they asked you a few questions when they arrived

You were about to leave when Spider-man called after you

Jungkook offered to walk you home

And you agreed

However you didn’t walk to a house

Instead to walked to a dorm

His college dorm

Jungkook got a bit nervous

You told him thank you and that you’ll be on your way then

Jungkook nodded and quickly left after you were inside

He got his things from the alley and changed before rushing back to his dorm

The second he walked in he went straight for the showers

Even though the two people from earlier weren’t much of a challenge

He still felt tired and the hot water on his skin helped him relax a bit

After walking back to his room

he quickly checked that his roommate was asleep before taking out his suit from his bag and shoving it under his bed

At that point Jungkook flopped onto his bed and slid under the cover

And he did not do his paper

The next morning was probably the worst for Jungkook

It wasn’t until he was inside his class that he realized that he had not done the paper

And that you were actually his classmate

To his luck

You didn’t sit beside him

You prefered to sit in the back-middle area while he sat towards the front

But that still didn’t save him from becoming your partner for a class assignment

Jungkook shifted nervously in his seat

Even though he had his mask on last night

And he knew that there was no way you could know he was Spider-man

He was still nervous to death

Although you didn’t notice that he was the famous web slinger

You did notice his obvious nervousness

And you became worried

“Are you okay?”

Your sudden question made Jungkook jumped slightly

Giving you a forced smile while he nodded excessively

“Y-Yeah! Totally c-cool! Nothing wrong…”

You gave him a smile back and a nod

Turning back to pay attention to the teacher

Jungkook let out a huge breath and relaxed just a tiny bit

You both worked on the assignment together

Only spoke when you had to

Things were great

Until the professor announced that the next project was to be done with your current partner

Jungkook felt his heart drop

You turned to him and awkwardly asked for his number

So you could plan your meet ups for the project obviously

Jungkook got your number as well

You mentioned you had a pretty free schedule the next week

You could meet up almost every day and get the project done and over with

He only nodded and gave you the same sort of forced smile

“Yeah, t-that be g-great!”

You got up and grabbed your things and headed to your next class

Jungkook went back to his dorm

Luckily, he only had one class that day

And it was over

But life still kept throwing things at him

The second he opened the door

He saw his roommate holding his suit

His Spider-man suit

At the moment Jungkook wished he had never left Busan

Jimin, his roommate, turned around when he heard the door open

Jungkook quickly closed the door and locked it and grabbed the suit from him

“You’re Spider-man…”

He turned to Jimin and shook his head

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

Jimin quickly walked over to Jungkook

“That’s Spider-man’s suit. Why do you have Spider-man’s suit. You are Spider-man!”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not Spider-man.”

“Jungkook! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Because I don’t want anybody to know!”

“So you are Spider-man!”

“I’m not Spider-man!”

Jimin smirked and grabbed the suit from Jungkook’s hands

“This is too cool…”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head

Obviously frustrated

“Yeah, but you can’t tell anybody or say anything. Like, at all.”

Jimin turned to Jungkook looking amazed

“Why not! You’d become super famous and popular!”

Jungkook shook his head and grabbed the suit and shoved it under his bed

“No. Nobody can know. Got it?”

Jimin huffed but nodded

Jungkook sighed and nodded as well

And then you sent him a text

>You think you can do Saturday afternoon? -Y/N

He could easily push his Saturday patrol to the evening

It wasn’t a big deal.

>Yeah, I can do Saturday. Library? -JK

>Sounds good -Y/N

Jungkook turned to find Jimin looking over his shoulder

He started teasing him about having a date but Jungkook quickly said it was for a project

Jimin shrugged it off and left running to his next class realizing he was late

Jungkook prayed Jimin wouldn’t tell anybody

Or let it slip by accident

And soon, Saturday came around

The project was fairly easy

You were both smart and finished the rough draft the first day

Now all that’s left is a bunch of revising and turning it in

Since it was nearly lunch time you offered Jungkook to get a coffee with you

Jungkook looked nervously between you and the time

But agreed anyways

He had time

Just a little bit of time

He had to do his patrol soon

You asked him questions over coffee

What his major was

Hobbies

Family back home

Both of you shared a bit in common

Jungkook did photography while you did painting and drawing

He liked video games and you did a bit of animation when you had time

You also moved away from home to go to college

Then you asked about Spider-man

And Jungkook felt his soul leave his body

You told him that Spider-man had saved you twice already

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion

When had he saved you before?

You told him that you had just gotten to Seoul

Walking out of the airport and trying to get a taxi

As you crossed the street a car was coming towards you too quickly

Suddenly you felt something pull you back and away from the car’s way

When you turned you saw a sticky web hanging from the back of your sweater

Jungkook remembered that too

He had just arrived to Seoul as well

The second he pulled you back he ran away from the scene and quickly got into a taxi

He felt bad he couldn’t ask if you were okay

But it wasn’t like he could change into Spider-man in that second

Then he told you about the night not long ago

This one he had no trouble remembering

Though you told Jungkook you often wondered if Spider-man remembered you

He shrugged and smiled

“Why wouldn’t he? Who could forget you?”

The sentence left his mouth before he could think and he felt his soul leave his body again

You blushed

Playboy Jungkook is coming watch out omg

“Ah- I mean! You- um… you’re...great! And he probably remembers you!”

Jungkook looked at the time and his eyes widened

He quickly apologized and said he had to go

He ran towards a nearby alley and changed into Spider-man

Did his usual patrol and went back to his dorm

And it continued like that

Jimin didn’t tell anybody

He met up with you for the project

Had coffee after

He left rushing after apologizing over and over again

Jungkook seemed to always lose track of time around you

He never understood why

But soon, you guys finished with the project

That meant no more coffee together

And a part of Jungkook hurt

He shrugged it off quickly

Spending more time out on patrols to distract himself from the hurt he felt

Eventually he saw you again

But not in the way he hoped to see you

You were obviously on your way back to your dorm

But some random person was following you

You kept looking behind to see if they were there

And they kept getting faster and closer towards you

Jungkook didn’t hesitate on punching them in the face and tying them up

When you saw Spider-man you felt relieved and walked over to him

Jungkook asked if you were okay and you smiled

After seeing that you were fine he smiled as well

Not that you could see anyways because of the mask but ANYWAYS

“I wonder why you keep getting into trouble?”

You were surprised by the sudden question

Spider-man did remember you

“You remember… me?

Jungkook let out a soft laugh and nodded

“Of course I do. Who could forget you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped

“Uh- I mean, I saved you three times already right? You should really stop getting in trouble. I sort of have to go now. Your dorm isn’t far right? Get home safe. Just scream if you need help. Gotta go bye!”

And with that Jungkook quickly left swinging away as fast as possible

Yet you were left with a growing suspicion of who was under that mask

Maybe, you would ask a certain Jeon Jungkook tomorrow

You laughed to yourself and walked home

In truth, you knew it was Jungkook under the mask

You found a page of multiple designs for his suit in his pile of notes for the project

You meant to ask him about it

But whenever the topic of Spider-man came up, he was suddenly rushing out in a hurry

So you never brought it up

And you never told a soul

Ahhhhhhhh so this is just a quick thing I wrote for myself since a blast of inspiration hit me for it

I just really love Spider-man guys I’m a huge loser

I also wrote this on Thursday last week but decided to post this now lol

But anyways, I’m sorry I haven’t posted more of my requests yet. I am currently working on a few requests and I’ve had a bit of problems with family, college stress and other stuff that take up my time or leave me just dead tired. I also just got a new phone this weekend. My last one was a bit glitchy so I can finally do edit requests without it getting deleted. I do my edits on my phone it’s just easier for me ^-^’ You can still send in requests if you’d like btw! Just make sure to check my rules, who I write for, and what is open at the moment!

-SugaMint🍭