#are you saying that if the ice age happened again because it's normal everything would be fine and good and you love it. hello

[naivety]

climate change deniers can be so stupid they'll be like the earth has always had such fluctuating weather patterns! what about the ice age! like okay. fine. the ice age. you mean the ice age that lasted maybe 10 million years and rendered at least 60 different species extinct. that ice age

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König is Naturally Nerd!König

A lot of people suggest nerd!König (which is essentially regular König in my books) would be into DnD, or Star Wars, or Lego, but I disagree.

Normal and Nerd!König are obsessed with miniature armies. He has little models of airplanes and tanks that he puts on display in his room. He only has two World War models (and even then it's WW1), and those are the planes that Baron von Richthofen flew. Otherwise, he collects medieval minis and paints them.

He creates whole dioramas of them, and they're surprisingly good. He has the money to sink into his hobby, and it fills his time when he's not at work. He fidgets a lot, but he's gotten good at doing fine detail work. They're not award winning, but they're really quite good.

In addition, he's a major reader. If you want to know more about what König reads, check out this post here. If you don't want to read it, the gist of it is that König loves reading and reads all the time. He's probably the type to sniff and say the book was better than the movie. He's right, but he doesn't need to be so snobby about it.

Through the military, he has an extensive knife and gun collection. He can use all of them, sure, but he really doesn't need that many. He used to have only one room dedicated to them, but he's since had to move twice and torn down a wall most recently to make a big enough room for everything. He kinda sucks that way. He really takes up a lot of space.

However, Nerd!König didn't end up joining the military. He instead went into nuclear engineering and earned an excellent living to fund his expensive hobbies. He also ended up having more time to devote to his crafts, which led to...

More under the cut.

Nerd!König is a Snob

König is a pathfinder 2e type of guy. He's that pedantic. He'll have the rule books memorized, and he has links to download the pdfs ready at the flick of a wrist. He's ready to convert you. Your DnD supplies will be absorbed into his Pathfinder 2E.

A big reason he's into Pathfinder 2E is because he was introduced at a young age and so collected the supplies, but when he heard about the Wizards of the Coast scandals he decided he'd use that as his reasoning. He gets up on a soapbox about it whenever he can. He really, really hates Wizards of the Coast. It's a firey rage that burns within.

He also likes Warhammer. He's a disgusting Warhammer lover. He plays a ridiculous Adeptus Mechanicus army that he's painted himself. It's surprisingly good painting, too. Having painted Adeptus Mech before, I'm telling you it's really hard. He makes it looks easy with craft paint and crazy glue. He's disgustingly good at it. I hate him for it. How dare he be so good. He is genuinely a fantastic painter. That said, we saw what happened with the last Austrian painter, so maybe it's a good thing he stuck to painting minis.

Nerd!König also loves to collect ancient weaponry. To make it worse, he actually practises with it and has become pretty decent with it. He's feared among the LARPing community because he's known to be a fearsome competitor. He'd be more well liked if he didn't accidentally break people's wooden shields so often. As it is, he's not fully blacklisted, but he's skating on thin ice. He'd be banned for sure if it weren't for the fact that the forest on his property is amazing for LARPing.

Finally, he's into Renaissance fairs. He goes and does public sword fighting, once again, LARPing. He'll also show off his weaponry collections, and will gladly go on hour long spiels to anyone unfortunate to ask about the history of an item on his table. He is on good terms with the blacksmiths, and he's always having to pay the local seamstress to fix his clothing back in the traditional style. He will also go up to the ferret keeper and play with their ferrets, and then beg you to get some. He just wants a cute little ferret. Can't he have a couple? No, not one! They need playmates. You need at least three.

Either way, Nerd!König is a big silly guy. He's a bit friendlier and gentler than regular König honestly. He also is super passionate about his hobbies. He's so excited to show you his hobbies, and he really wants you to enjoy them too.

Just so you know, all these hobbies are expensive. Very expensive. It's a good thing he's making so much money, because otherwise you'd go bankrupt overnight, because, "Games Workshop released a new edition of the walkers! I need them for my army!"

[milkpup]

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

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Chapter 2: Intimacy and Exposure

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By mid afternoon, you and Megumi are both exhausted with your full course load. You both major in biology, no emphasis right now. Megumi loves animals, so he will probably pursue something veterinary later. As for you, you’re undecided. You chose biology because it’s very general and broad, and also so you could be with Megumi more. You would never tell him that, though. You just say “idk maybe some science-y crap” and shrug it off.

You weren’t able to get lunch, so you both decide to visit a coffee shop after your last class of the day. A snack and some caffeine would help get you through for a while until you decide what you want to eat that night.

Megumi orders his usual black cold brew and muffin. The barista asks how to spell his name, and giggles? Is she flirting with him?

“That’s a cute name…” She says as she writes it down on his cup. “And for you…?” She barely glances at you.

You’re not sure how you feel in that moment. Was she flirting with Gumi? Am I jealous? Why is my heart racing?

“Oh I’ll just get an iced black tea and a banana bread please.” You try to not show your emotions while speaking. You’re not sure why you feel this way though.

You hope and pray to whoever is out there, any deity listening, that Megumi would not see you blushing and jealous.

You think you’re in the clear, he didn’t notice. He drives you home and you scroll your phone, acting like everything is normal. In reality, you’re shaking.

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Sitting around the table, you both have your laptops and books out in front of you. It’s been a couple hours of studying, and you’re ready to take a break.

“Gumi, can we take a break and watch something? If I read the word bacteria one more time I’m going to go insane.” You tell him more than ask, already getting up out of your seat. You’re yawning, walking straight towards your bedroom, not even bothering to wait up for him. You already know he will follow.

Your room is hyperfeminine, plushies everywhere, cute shit everywhere. But you also have a mix of other stuff, like your consoles and gaming setup (that Megumi helped you get), a bass guitar that you’ve barely touched, piles of books you haven’t sorted yet.

You turn the tv on, hopping onto your bed. Megumi follows and lies next to you. You’re already aware of his presence and he isn’t even touching you.

“What do you wanna watch, Gumi?” You ask as you scroll through different apps.

“Whatever you want, you have better taste in movies and shows.” He doesn’t really care, he just savors the opportunity to be close to you. He lies behind you, almost touching but not quite. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of your hair. He feels weird thinking that your hair smells nice.

You choose some random comedy show, not caring to pay any attention. You just wanted a chance to rest and turn your brain off for a while.

Megumi moves a little close, resting his hand on the side of your abdomen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been close to Megumi, you both used to cuddle under the same blanket on cold nights or huddle under one when playing games as kids. But for some reason, now it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware? It has to be that, right?

Your heart beats faster, your skin feeling warm to the touch with every movement he makes. Does he notice? Is he aware of these things too? Am I overthinking things?

An hour passes by, but it feels like an eternity. You’re so hyperaware that every second feels like 20 minutes have passed. He hasn’t done more than gently caress the side of your body. He doesn’t seem to be making any advances. So why is this so painful to endure? Why does a simple touch make your body feel hot, with something pooling in between your legs?

Megumi is aware. You think he isn’t, but he can tell. Your breathing is irregular, your pulse is uneven, your skin is hot. He notices, and it drives him insane. But he’s respectful, he wouldn’t try anything. You are basically siblings with how long you’ve known eachother and lived together.

It’s getting hard to breathe. Even the lightest touch sends jolts through your body. You turn around to meet his gaze, with a look he’s never seen before. Your face is red, you’re struggling to breathe, while looking into his eyes like you know his secret. He’s flushing too, starting to sweat, feeling heat spread through his body. Your eyes are intoxicating to Megumi.

He looks at your eyes, then your panting lips, and back to your eyes again. He’s thinking of everything he wants to do to you, he doesn’t care if it’s wrong.

He touches your cheek, caressing you gently. Your breath hitches as he’s so close to you. He runs his fingers down your neck, before he pushes you to your back. It’s not forceful by any means, but mostly surprising.

He’s on top of you, pinning your arms to your pink bedsheets as he leans down towards you.

“Y/N…” he breathlessly speaks, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You definitely do not want it to stop. You’re staring up at him with your doe eyes, unable to control your breathing. He leans in closer, his face not even an inch away from yours.

His lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, you didn’t think he would be so intense, and this good at kissing. He’s biting your lip, trying to elicit little yelps and mewls from you. He’s kissing you so roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Megumi is still on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

You can feel his heartbeat, his hot skin, his bulge against your body. You don’t know why, but you lift your hips and legs up a bit to angle yourself better against his body. Feeling him so close, pressing into you was making you feel almost drunk.

He releases one of his hands from pinning yours so he can caress your cheek a bit more. His hand travels down your neck again, moving towards your chest, before eventually resting at the bottom hem of your shirt.

He’s giving you sloppy kisses, before he momentarily stops to ask you a question. “Y/N, can I?” he asks while gentle tugging on your shirt.

You giggle. He’s too damn cute. You nod your head yes and he releases your other hand.

You pull your shirt above your head, leaving your bralette on.

He looks down at your flushed frame, no longer hidden behind some random band t-shirt. The moment you take your shirt off, he’s harder than ever before. You feel him poking into you a bit.

He kisses you with more passion this time, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. He’s grunting and making little moans in between kisses.

He lifts his head a bit to look at you and moves his hand over your bralette. He admires the intricate lace detail, thinking it suits you perfectly. He licks his lips. You know he wants to desperately feel what’s under, but you decide to tease him a bit.

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your bodies to be even closer. He grunts a bit, looking at you. You smirk and pull his head back down to make out with you.

You’re grinding against him with fervor, unrelenting and unforgiving. The feeling of him rubbing against you is oh so good, and extremely hot.

He moves his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. “May I, Y/N?” You think it’s sweet that he asked. You decide to reward him a bit.

You roll him over and push him against the mattress. You quickly get up and pull your shorts off, leaving your panties on. You take your bralette off. He’s watching you like a starved dog, savoring every second of this.

You pull his sweatpants off, leaving only his boxers on. He’s looking at you, with wide eyes, excited and surprised.

You straddle his waist, sitting on top of him. You grind against him, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his lips. You lean towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, before leaving a trail down his neck. You suck on his skin, giving him small and faint lovebites. He looks so cute.

You have a suddenly devious idea. “Megumi, can I try something?”

He instantly nods yes; he wants you to do anything and everything with him.

“Lay down then, please. I want to try something I saw online once….” You say as you move towards his head. You’re hovering above him now. He’s directly at eyelevel with your clothed pussy, and he feels his boxers get tighter the closer you get.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, please <3.” You hum as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto his face.

He can feel your drenched cunt against his mouth and instinctually starts getting at it. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. Megumi couldn’t really breathe, but he didn’t care. He could die right now and have no regrets. He would die a happy man.

You moan as he’s sucking and flicking between your folds. The noises you make drive him even more insane, he thinks he could cum right then with how much of a turn on it is.

You lift yourself up, giving him a moment to catch his breath as you look down at him. He’s staring up at you with the eyes of an animal.

You sit back down, and he continues once more. Sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of your essence, and basically fucking the air. He’s straining against his boxers now, desperate for any touch or release.

You have another idea. You lift yourself back up and turn around, your cunt still in front of his face. You lean down towards his straining cock. You push your cunt back down on his face, and like a good boy, he continues again.

“Fuck Megumi…” You whimper out as you push against his tongue. You move your hand over his boxers, palming his cock. You notice he’s quite big and you’re a little scared.

You release his cock from his underwear and it springs up. Megumi grunts under your touch. You stroke his cock a bit, slowly. That’s not your objective however.

You lift up once more as you move to spit on top of his cock. Megumi moans again, feeling the sensation of your spit covering the head of his cock.

You sloppily kiss the tip, earning a moan and a few curses from Megumi. “Fuck… Y/N.”

You move forward to suck the tip, before letting it come out with an audible pop sound. “You have hands too, Megumi…”

Your pussy is still in front of him, and he gently moves his hand to brush over your clit, circling it. You moan as you take him back into your mouth again. You’re desperately hoping this feels good, it’s your first time doing any of it.

Megumi pushes his index finger in, noticing how wet and tight your cunt already is. He’s salivating at the thought of when he can fuck your tight hole, but he’s content with just learning your body for now. Everytime he pumps his finger in and out, he hears your sweet, angelic voice.

The way you respond to his touch is music to your ears. Your mewls and whimpers drive him crazy enough already.

You take his cock back in your mouth, trying to push more in as he fucks you with his finger. He adds another of his slender fingers inside, feeling how he’s stretching you already. You moan around his cock, and this turns Megumi on more.

He moves to push you against the bed again, pushing your body down gently. He never breaks contact with your cunt, as he starts to fingerfuck you even harder. He’s watching you squirm and moan under his touch, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Megumi… Aah!!” His touch is relentless. He wants to hear every sound you can possibly make. He finger fucks you harder, feelings your walls clamp around his fingers. He uses his other hand to rub circles around your clit. You’re nearing your climax, and he’s eager to see all of it.

You’re drunk in the pleasure that is Megumi’s skilled fingers. He brings you to the edge, watching as pleasure washes over your entire body. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wanting to savor your juices all while never breaking eye contact with you.

Your chest is heaving, but you want to make this man feel good too. You roll over and crawl across the bed towards him. He sits atop the bed once more, spreading his legs open and smirking.

The way you’re crawling towards him is incredibly hot. He knows what you’re about to do.

You make your way to his cock, spitting on it once more and stroking it a bit. You know you can’t fit all of this beast, but you want to try your hardest.

You look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth. You make it about halfway before you feel at your limit.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl,” he praises you as you drool over his cock. He gently grabs your hair, not tugging but mostly just applying pressure.

Your pussy drips again at the praise as you continue to go up and down. You’re finding a rhythm to breathe and still go at a decent pace. Using your hands also helps, and whenever you fondle his balls, Megumi’s eyes roll back into his head a bit.

“Y/N.. I’m close..” He says as he bucks his hips against your mouth. “Please.. don’t stop..”

You suck harder and moan against his cock. You don’t particularly like the idea of cum in your mouth, but for Megumi, you would do it.

He covers the back of your throat with his cum, and groans as you empty his balls like an expert. “Y/N… fuck…”

You pull back up, trying to not show how displeased you are with the taste of cum.

“That was… fuck…” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Fucking… amazing…”

You’re laying down together again, not even caring to get dressed again. The studying can wait for later, for now you want to relish this moment.

You’re not sure what this means between you two, but you’re still happy that it happened. You yawn as he snuggles around you as the big spoon, surrounding by the same fuzzy blanket and cute plushies.

He thinks it’s so cute how tired you get after that. He lays there as you fall asleep before him, memorizing and tracing every detail of your body.

Toji comes home not long after Megumi finally passes out. He doesn’t see food on the table, and goes to check your room. He sees you and Megumi, asleep under your fuzzy pink comforter.

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[liloinkoink]

Okay so what if in Lamplight Grian and Martyn somehow saw each other again to extreme confusion, like you thought that your friend was dead but turns out he was turned into a weird bird thing and also accidentally became a paladin and also your a paladin and your god who may or may not be a flame at the moment is freaking out.

Like there are two paladins facing each other one with a god behind him the other holding a staff with a lantern on it, they’re both crying and once everything calms down they recount what happened scar just starts booking it.

see, the thing about a Grian and Martyn reunion is Grian doesn’t realize Scar is a god and Martyn doesn’t realize Ren’s full identity. so Scar wouldn’t know Ren is the god he killed (who he fully believes is dead) because Martyn won’t mention Ren by name, and Grian has no idea he’s a paladin because he thinks Scar is mortal. Grian and Martyn will just be chilling. even Scar will just be chilling. this is, for the most part, a happy reunion

now. Ren however. Ren will recognize Scar, but if they reunite while his body is fire, he can’t explain what he knows at all. and what he knows is that Scar is a god with incredibly powerful charmspeak, and that Grian is probably charmed, and that Scar can’t be trusted, and that Ren can’t do anything right now to protect Martyn from Scar. he will probably look stressed and panicked, but Martyn is reuniting with his dead friend, so i’m not sure Martyn will realize. stress and panic look a lot like excitement, so Martyn might misread those signals a bit, or be so focused on Grian he doesn’t notice

as they talk and both explain what happened… Grian is going to be explaining trying to get his body back to normal and telling about this idiot Scar he’s trying to keep alive and how Scar barely even seems to know how to cook for himself or patch his own injuries but for some reason took to the road. in his mind Scar is an ineffectual traveler who is only not dead because of dumb luck. Martyn is going to think this is funny. Ren is going to think this is horribly sinister.

it���s only when Martyn explains his own deal—explains how he met his god in the ruins—that Scar is going to realize who Ren is. but why would he say anything? after all, Ren can’t speak. Martyn doesn’t even know Ren’s name! if Martyn doesn’t know, then it’s likely no one does unless they were a former Dogwarts resident. Scar looks to be about their age, so he definitely shouldn’t, and he’s rather committed to being an ineffectual traveler Grian needs to take care of (so that he can continue to travel with and take care of and watch over Grian). he won’t out himself as a god for this

but there will be a moment. when Martyn says his god is the god of Dogwarts. that he’s been waiting there since the city fell. that Scar will look just a bit surprised. and his eyes will slide over to Ren. and there will be a moment of dawning recognition. Scar finally knows exactly who he is.

and then he’ll smile, and he’ll say nothing, and Ren’s blood will run ice cold

[jpnriikicore]

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paring theo raeken x fem!reader, word count 727, genre fluff and angst, music recommendation older isabel larosa authors note my favorite writing piece 🫶🏻🫶🏻 ( masterlist )

you knew that scott mccall would never like the idea of his little sister hanging around with theo. so, you snuck around together pretending that you hated one another around the pack, but only you two know that was far from the truth. the pack would never speak to you again if they knew that you was with somebody like theo raeken. you find a thrill of sneaking around beacon hills tiptoeing around the pack.

he wasn’t so sure about your relationship in the beginning afraid you was too young, but you promised him with the classic saying "I’m mature for my age, age is just a number." which was true. you had to mature faster than most. always been told that you was an old soul. you had to take on more burdens and responsibilities. you started working at the ice rink at fourteen to help with the bills. he’s eighteen and your not even old enough to have a drivers license yet.

when theo first came back into beacon hills he didn’t actually believe you would be so dumb and naive enough to fall for his manipulation. his original plan was to make you fall for him to gain trust among the pack. if the youngest had full trust with theo then everybody would follow.

of course he didn’t plan on becoming so immersed with the youngest of the pack. he is so enamored with you. that he couldn’t follow his plan. he couldn’t risk hurting you. he would set fire to the world if you asked. kill anybody who threatened you.

he didn’t mind keeping your relationship under wraps. of course he got jealous of any guy who spoke to you. it was unusual that the poor guy would get threatened or maybe even killed. the murders count went up in beacon hills after he arrived back in town by just simply eliminating any guy who spoke to you. they just mysteriously disappeared the next day.

after all the supernatural shit happened in this town you needed a break. you and theo plan to get out of town for the summer. being with theo makes you forget about the massive weight on your shoulders. soon, scott will leave for college and you will have to step up and take responsibility for the supernatural of this town. soon, everybody will leave. you would never get a normal adolescent experience.

and with the your father being back into town didn’t help either. you were certain you heard your mom weep the other night because of it. you couldn’t stand listen to her be sad. the same old harsh feeling you had for him as a kid rosed to the surface once again.

theo parked his truck outside of where you work, the ice rink. all of his attention on you, as he wiped your tears that were falling from your beautiful eyes. the heavy raindrops hitting the outside of his truck matching how you feel. his thumb comfort rubbing your cheekbone.

"everything will be fine," he whispered, his hand finding it’s way to cup your bare thigh. his thumb rubbing smoothing circles on your warm skin. his cold hand and rings send a shiver down your spine.

to be honest he wasn’t convinced himself that everything was going to be fine. he knew that the supernatural in town was taking a toll on you especially after the nogitsune possessed you. after scott "killed" the dark kitsune spirit he possessed you for quite some time. sometimes you believe that the kitsune still lives inside of you. you enjoy the misery that you cause others now. thoughts that you didn’t have before now rise to the surface of your mind.

you should have stopped stiles and scott from going out late at night to find a stupid dead body, but instead you gladly agreed on going. where everything changed. where scott changed. where stiles changed. where you changed.

he kissed your lips tasting your salty tears that has slipped off your face onto your bare thighs that your sundress has failed to cover. "everything will be fine, i promise."

his forehead gently touched yours. you smile and flutter your eyes closed at his touch. your hand reached up to hold onto his bigger hand.

everything will be fine as long as you have, theo raeken by your side.

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[basicallyaturtle]

never been part of a tag game, sounds really fun! tagged by dear Lanvender, @khan-crete

Do you make your bed? A freshly decrumbed, stuffed animal arranged and dirty clothes removed bed feels great. How often do I do this? We mustn't ask (like once or twice a month) that's all making the bed entails for me, I just have a fitted then normal sheet and blankets

Favorite Number? 4 4 4 4 4! I've loved four my entire life she is like a goddess to me. 2+2 2*2 2^2, divides into halves twice. can only compete with sixteen, whose status and 2^4 and 4^2 is nice, but not as symmetric. 37 and 73 have a place in my heart as the 12th and 21st primes, but not a large place compared to 4

What's your job? What do I get paid for? undergrad lab TA, what do I do? grad research in low energy nuclear physics

If you could go back to school, would you? In school technically still. Would I rewind time to experience school again? highschool no college yes. would I go back for another college degree? I could be convinced if it would be cheap and unobtrusive to my current schooling. Was always torn between physics and linguistics. I made the right choice but I always wonder what if.

Can you Parallel Park? I have done it, on the driving test, like four or five years ago. I think I could do it again, but not too confident

Do you think Aliens are real? Eh, probably in a 'the observable universe 9.3e+9 ly across, it must have happened more than once' kinda way, but not in a 'they've been feeding us tech for thousands of years or are visiting us' kinda way.

Can you drive a manual car? Never tried, hubris tell me yes, anxiety with even normal cars tells me I'd probably fuck up the transmission while trying to leave the driveway. gonna say yeag

Guilty Pleasure? I think like cheesy childhood disney live action movies?, generally I'm pretty full chested about the things I enjoy

Favorite Type of Music? yeah, hard, a lot of vocaloid, which isn't reallly a genre, a lot of edm genres from like old school monstercat, a lot of jrock by way of anime OP's of show's I've never watched then finding other songs by those artists. some rock music though that genre is also extremely expansive and I'm not sure how I'd categorize a lot of it. Generally my music consumption consists of a group of maybe five songs completely unrelated on repeat for months at a time and genre is not a huge factor in that

Do you like puzzles? twisty puzzles like rubik's cube type puzzles are really fun working, towards doing a 3x3 blindfolded but challenging, I used to do jigsaw's with my mom but over the course of a very long time because we'd get frustrated. crosswords, but I'm no good at them

Favorite Childhood Sport? Soccerrrr. Wish I'd stayed with it, but there were only a couple more years before there wasn't a league for my age group anyway, been trying to get back into it recreationally

Do you talk to yourself? I do, but as if I'm talking to someone else. I prefer not to do it because I'm not content with my voice atm, but I find myself doing it a lot especially when getting stuck on research stuff trying to talk it out or I will say a comment to someone I disagree with outloud rather than typing it and posting it. A lot of this is to my reflection which is probably part of the reason it feels like someone else lol

Tea or Coffee? tea all the way. drank iced sweet black tea my entire childhood and started drinking it hot with milk in college. I was the kind of person that disliking coffee was a sort of pillar of my tastes, but then a few years ago made it with like half milk and a lot of sugar and like it, lotta people wouldn't call that coffee, but eh.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? The actual first thing was everything. I would amalgamate like all the stereotypes of things kids want to be into one so a firefighter-astronaut-whatever else. When I got a better sense of my interests, inventor, so I guess like product designer, but what that meant to me was I got to sit around and think of neat gadgets and items then figure out how to make them like freeze ray, time machine, clone gun, that kind of thing lol. the first practical idea of a job I wanted was theoretical physicist in like middle school, which I kinda am now so success I guess

What Movies do you Adore? not much of a movie person, but like to watch movies other people are interested in with them, love castle in the sky, LOTR, howl's moving castle, your name, probably others in those categories I don't know about yet or have forgotten and I have a strong soft spot for childhood halloween movies like twitches and halloweentown

I'm curious what @arc-archernar and @charyou-tree have got to say if they'd like to, and anyone else that wants to participate!

[puhpandas]

GGY Week Day 2: Comfort

Gregory has to deal with his injury from trapping the mimic and everything else that comes with the experience after dealing with GGY and the Pizzaplex. His injury also took away one of his only escapes. Hurray.

Gregory didnt even get to finish his long, drawn out miserable groan before Vanessa opens the door to his room and comes inside.

He's still doing it when she shuts the door behind her and makes her way to his bed. He doesn't look away from his phone, which he's holding in his lap, even when she approaches.

She wordlessly ducks her head to look at what's on his screen, and when she gets a look at it, that's finally when he finishes.

He frowns, miserably looking at his phone screen. "The Soccer team seems to be having a great time without me."

It had been an impulsive decision one day at school (after he managed to get enrolled again) to join the team after he'd seen a flyer. It had made so much sense at the time. Gregory loved running, (and was very fast for his age), was good at kicking, although for the wrong reasons, and was very tired of being stuck inside with plenty of opportunities to remember everything terrible that's ever happened to him with no breaks.

Ness had been proud of him, that he'd taken a leap like that. Gregory knows how much Vanessa struggles with social interaction after Vanny. Gregory... he was afraid to join the team at first, not because of social anxiety, but for a completely different reason. Rab kept entering his mind, because the last time he made friends...

He... he had been tired of sitting around being nothing but afraid, though. So he did it anyway, and ignored all anxiety digging a hole in his stomach about Rab to try and prove himself wrong.

And it worked. He loved soccer, was great for his team, at least his teammates thought so, and was great with the other kids.

Besides school itself, it's one of the only things he has that gets him out. Out of everything. The house, his head, his funk... Its something important to him. It's a hobby that doesn't have an ulterior motive, like robotics does. He does that because hes good at it, likes it just fine, but also because Freddy needs a guy good with robots to give him the scheduled maintenance he needs to stay functional, and Gregory would sooner jump off the catwalks in Monty Golf than leave Freddy without that.

But soccer... he doesnt have an adult reason to be there. Its fun. He has friends there after so long of having none out of fear and a way to put all of his skills he learned for the wrong reasons to good use. He feels normal there. Like everything with Rab and Tony and Ellis and his parents can be pushed to the back of his mind to just. Have fun. Be a kid.

And now, he's stuck in bed.

It's a little harder to see with how the sunlight from his open blinds glares on his screen, but he gets it clear as day. The team sent him a Snap just to update him on how they're doing while Gregory is away. It's a picture of them on the field, uniforms dirty and cheeks scraped and smiles on their faces. He can feel the adrenaline and good kind of exhaustion through the screen, having experienced it.

Vanessa doesnt respond for a second, just nodding grimly and patting him on the leg. "Sorry to hear that." She says, all formal like she does. Then, "Would some ice cream make you feel better?"

Normally, he'd light up, but he hasnt felt it like that in a while. He nods anyway, a small smile on his face. "Of course."

She goes to the kitchen to make them some. While shes gone, he keeps staring at the picture, feeling the will to get back on the field so strongly but unable to.

When she comes back, it's with two big bowls of ice cream, one scoop for her, and three for Gregory. She knows him well. He takes it from her, once again not looking away from his phone.

She sits next to him on his double bed (one that Vanessa for some reason already had on hand in his room that looked like it hadn't been touched in years) and makes herself comfortable. He leans his head against the wall, his hair brushing up against stray peeling corners of drawings he has hung up.

He sighs through his nose, taking a bite of ice cream and looking through his friends Snap stories. It's all different pictures and point of views of happy faces and the soccer game.

Vanessa hums, looking over his shoulder and working away at her own ice cream. She swallows, then, "Hows your leg?"

Gregory frowns, looking at it. "Fine." He says, but he knows he should give Vanessa a better answer. "Okay, its... its healing good. I try to keep still, but it's hard. Especially because its itching all the time."

"...It doesn't hurt?" Vanessa asks after a second. Gregory can hear the worry in her tone, even though shes trying to hide it. He doesnt blame her. They'd both had worries about its severity when it had still been fresh.

An image of the bloody mess the wound had first been when he got it flashes in his mind, and he shoves it down just as quick. "No." He tells her honestly. "I mean. Besides the sore part... it seems fine."

Vanessa deflates ever so slightly next to him. He knows its relief; Its been this way for the past multiple weeks. Probably months by now. She smiles, although her eyes still look tired, and reaches over to lightly ruffle his hair. "That's good." She says. "Means you'll be able to get back to the field pretty soon."

He nods, but his heart must've not been in it, because then Vanessa is scrutinizing him. He keeps looking at his phone, sighing again. His brows furrow, and every time he sees that picture of the whole team, any will he has to get back on the field with his friends is snuffed out as quick as it comes. It's like he has a flame he's desperately kindling to keep alive, and then someone comes over and dumps a bucket of water on it. Its upsetting.

"How are you doing?" She then asks, nudging him.

Gregory jolts slightly, finally putting his phone down. He stares into his bowl of melting ice cream. "Um..."

He trails off, and Vanessa picks it back up. "Would you want to get back on the field if you could right now?"

Gregory gets taken off guard, gaping at Vanessa for a moment. She hit the nail right on the head. He shouldn't be suprised, at this point. She knows him better than himself, and same with him to her.

He sighs. "...No."

Gregory isnt looking at Vanessa, but can hear her spoon scraping against her bowl. "Why not?"

Gregory doesn't respond right away, just thinking about everything. "It--" He cuts himself off. "I... I'm not feeling it."

Vanessa doesn't respond, so Gregory keeps going. "What happened... it was really bad." He says. "Even if I didn't have this stupid injury, I dont think I'd just be able to..."

"To keep going with life like nothing happened?" Vanessa finishes for him. "I get it, Gregory. Okay? It was just like that for me when I was first freed."

A small bit of pride swells inside Gregory at hearing Vanessa able to talk about it so easily. She doesnt even stutter anymore. It's still not as easy for him. He looks over at her. "It was?"

She nods. "You and Freddy had time to adjust and process. But I..." She trails off, looking like shes remembering every bit. "I just had to keep going so I could make us money. I had to go back to work pretty quickly, and I just... wasnt ready for a routine yet."

Gregory frowns, fidgeting with the strap of his watch. "That sucks."

Vanessa nods. "Yeah." She agrees. "What you went through, Gregory... it's not just something you can brush past."

Gregory sighs through his nose, resignation souring his insides. Against his will, he feels his eyes burn. He thought he was done with this whole getting traumatized and healing stuff. He just wants it to be over. "...I know."

"What I mean is that it's okay to take some time." Vanessa tells him, setting a hand on his arm. "You may not want to, but forcing yourself is even worse than taking time away." She says. "Processing something enough to move past it takes time."

Gregory nods wordlessly, remembering going through regaining his memories on top of dealing with the Pizzaplex. It was awful. He'd just managed to get himself to reconsider hobbies he'd barely remembered having before everything Rab came rushing back, and then he hadn't wanted to anymore, having a whole new can of worms to deal with. A worse one.

He furrows his brows, his shoulders drooping. He doesn't want to do that again. Everything was going so good. He thought they'd finally moved past it.

And then that thing had to rear its ugly head, and Gregory had to use himself as bait just to trap it in a dark hole in the basement.

His leg twitches involuntarily, and he winces at how bad it really is. He forgets it, sometimes. How even though its healing, there'd been worries of lasting damage. How Gregory had just made friends and used his talents of running and fighting to his advantage to join a sport (which eased his worried of falling out of practice as well) and that could have been fully ripped away if his leg decided to heal wrong. (He wouldnt be able to run away anymore.)

How it wasnt an easy wound to explain to the hospital. How it had been made by an eight foot tall monster with big claws and a grudge against him who'd managed to reach a bit too far into a vent a bit too long, too long for Gregory to make it out. How it'd been all his worst nightmares and the cause of everything horrible that's ever happened to him and his family in one big package with a pretty bow and it had bored into him with its red eyes and its limbs had been too long and it'd gotten ahold of his leg and dug its claws into his flesh and ripped and he was sure he was going to die--

He snaps out of it, just barely managing to realize he was spiraling before it happened. He breaths slowly, realizing it had started to get erratic. He fidgets with his watch strap, keeping his gaze away from Vanessa.

Vanessa saw. She clearly did, or she wouldn't be looking at him all worried like she is right now. She doesnt need to say anything. He knows that what just happened alone is proof that he needs to take time off to process. No matter how miserable it makes him that this is happening again when he'd just wanted to finally move on--

His body jerks, and to his horror, he can feel his throat close up and his eyes burn. He frowns deeply, trying to wipe at his face before any tears can fall. It's stupid. It's all stupid.

But before he can shove it completely down, Vanessa puts hers and his bowl onto his nightstand, and shifts her body. "None of that." She tells him, soft as silk. Before he can react, shes carefully gathering him in her arms in a hug.

Gregory tries really hard to not let that be the water that breaks the dam. He stubbornly, even though he doesnt move away from the hug, tries to keep the tears from spilling.

But eventually, it comes out.

He cries silently; that's always how it's been, but not motionlessly. His shoulders shake and jerk as tears slip past his eyelashes, and he hugs Vanessa back.

"I know it sucks." Vanessa tells him, not trying to baby him or shush him, because she knows he hates that. "That you have to keep going through this stuff over and over--" Her own voice gets choked up, and he can hear her swallow. "And I'm-- I'm sorry. But you cant let it get to you."

Gregory sniffs, nodding against her chest. He gets what she means. He cant let it get to him, as in he cant let that thing win. He cant let it ruin all that hes built for himself-- they've built for themselves because it's hard. It was hard before. It was really, really hard. Knowing that he killed all those people. That his parents are dead and his whole life was destroyed and his friend that he'd had to watch bond with not-him got killed thinking he was betrayed.

But he got past it. He got better and healed and was able to code without curling up into a ball and hyperventilating, and draw the nightmares he had to process them. It had taken time, but he was better.

He snakes an arm back to wipe at his eyes. This? Compared to Rab? This is nothing. That thing with its glowing eyes and its claws and its tunnel deep gashes in his leg that almost ruined something great in his life is nothing--

Okay, so maybe it isnt nothing. But its nothing he cant handle. Hes nothing if not stubborn, and he isnt going to let that thing take away something else. Scars or not.

"Thanks." Gregory mumbles into Vanessa's shirt. "I needed that."

"You'll get back onto the field someday." Vanessa tells him, a hand in his hair. "And your friends are gonna dogpile you when you return and you'll be able to run and score as many goals as you want."

Gregory nods, squeezing her tighter. "I'll just have to make tons of robots in robotics for now."

Vanessa chuckles, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, kid." She says. "Go on and pick up a fourth talent while you're at it, dont you."

The tears stop falling, and the tracks dry on his cheeks as he pushes against the hug, shoving at Vanessa playfully. "Its not my fault you're talentless. Don't be jealous."

She pushes back at him, careful of his healing lower half, a grin on her face. "Says the boy currently under the blanket I hand sewed for him."

Gregory laughs, shoving and pulling and pushing at Vanessa, and her back. He may not feel one hundred percent right now, but who knows how fast itll take him to heal. Theres nothing saying he wont be ready by the time his leg heals. Maybe he'll reach a new record.

Almost taking no effort, he shoves down the reminder of high scores and records being associated with Rab immediately. Even quicker, he moves past it.

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[dyns33]

Down the Pit - part 4

Aaaand here's Bane, Talia and Reader again, after a loooong time. And it's not even the ending yet.

Tag : @jaxitaxibolehlaf

It had been a year since Bane and Talia had come back into Y/N's life.

From the moment she had called her protector to say where she was, Ra's al Ghul had known where his daughter was too, and with whom. If he hadn't been delighted, he hadn't shown it.

Understanding that the young girl would not accept being separated from those who had raised her in the Pit, the leader of the League of Shadows had not tried to intimidate Y/N again, even accepted certain adjustments.

With all the money they had accumulated over the centuries, he paid for her trip to the temple, where she was allowed to stay for a week every evey three months.

At first, the other members looked at her with suspicion, almost contempt. She had no business here, she was weak, she risked putting their balance and safety at risk.

Then Bane had given them a simple look, without saying a word, and even if they kept their distance, they treated her with great respect.

Only Barsad behaved normally with her, or at least normally for a member of a ninja sect.

"Don't disturb my student." he had told her when they met, looking neutral.

"I don't intend to…"

"I felt that there was something before she ran away. Maybe she'll be more focused and hardworking now that you're here. She likes to impress. But she can also be distracted, and I refuse to let that happen."

Obviously, the man knew Talia well, because when she wasn't trying to escape him to spend time with Y/N, she did everything to show her all her knowledge, speed and fighting techniques.

It was a little scary to see her fight like that. It would have been useful in the Pit, but they were no longer in the Pit. It shouldn't be necessary.

Of course, Barsad didn't hurt her. He was tough and strict, but he held back enough to never go too far. He wasn't that nice to his other students, and it had nothing to do with age. Being the daughter of the leader, and Bane's protégée, gave certain advantages, despite all the obligations.

What was really scary was imagining her alone, out there, facing people who wouldn't be as nice as Barsad.

Y/N didn't dare say it, because it was already miraculous that she was in the Temple, but Bane seemed to guess what she had in mind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Everything will be fine, habibi. She's strong. Our future leader. She has to prove herself, then everyone will obey her, and she won't risk anything."

"You can still understand that I'm not reassured."

"No. I trust her."

With a small smile, Barsad revealed to her that this was not entirely true. At the beginning of er training, Bane was very nervous, and even today, he often came to check that everything was okay.

It was the same the few times that Y/N, because she was bored and wanted to learn, joined Talia. When he learned what she was doing, the giant with the mask did not react well, first ordering Barsad not to take her as a student, then not to be too hard on her.

After each session, he waited for her in their room, asking her if she was in pain, checking the marks on her body, offering a massage or a bath.

His rage made the temple tremble when Barsad decided to make her pass the ice test. It was cold and dark in the water, and Y/N's first moment of understanding that she had just fallen into the frozen lake was to raise her head, wanting to go back to the surface. But seeing the shadow of the instructor, and everything he represented, she hesitated.

It was peaceful down there, despite everything else. Like in the Pit, dangerous, but so far from all these problems.

Seeing that she was not swimming back, Barsad had dove to get her, maybe because he wasn't as horrible as Talia said, or maybe because he knew what Bane would do to him if she died.

Surrounded by blankets and his arms, near a fire, Y/N was not left by the giant for several days, growling at those who tried to separate them.

Things could have been simpler and quieter when Talia and Bane came to visit her in Gotham. Their stay was always shorter than hers, barely a few days, and most of the time they didn't leave the apartment.

At first, Y/N had thought it was a question of security, and a little shyness. They had never lived in a big city, there were a lot of people, noises, smells, and the league had enemies who could take advantage of the crowd and confusion to attack.

She wasn't wrong, and that was one of the reasons why Bane refused all the outside activities she suggested. But he also refused many things that were harmless, like music, movies or chocolate.

All the things that Y/N had told them about in the Pit and that had made them dream.

Not understanding this useless overprotection, she asked him why, and the answer was like a slap in the face.

"I don't want her to be corrupted. These things, these people, they will dirty her. She doesn't need all that."

"… Why come here then ?"

"To be with you, habibi. You could come and settle in the temple if you wanted, you would be safe there, you would learn to defend yourself and we would no longer be separated."

"But I wouldn't be free."

"… I don't understand. Of course you will be free."

Apparently, they didn't have the same definition of freedom, like many other words.

Y/N couldn't completely blame Bane. He had been taken out of the Pit where he had grown up by the league. He knew nothing else and he owed them a debt. He couldn't go against Talia's biological father. So for him, their truth was the truth.

And their truth was that the majority of humanity was rotten, tarnished by society, lies, selfishness. Full of darkness and fear. It was important to protect Talia from that.

However, it also seemed unthinkable to separate her from Y/N. The young girl didn't want it, and Bane didn't want it either, without being able to understand that Y/N was part of the world he hated so much. She had been born there, she had grown up there, and even if she knew it wasn't perfect, she knew its positive points.

After the Pit, she knew even more how to appreciate fresh air, pure water, a warm bed, the chance to have the choice to do what she wanted. She also wanted that for the little girl, who discovered the world only during her short visits.

But for him, she was not free. No, she was locked in her job, in her rent, the need for money, the insecurity of the streets, the injustices done to women, in addition to all the other injustices.

At the Temple, with him, she would risk nothing. She could laugh with Talia, read, train, dance, eat, sleep peacefully. A simple life, but a wonderful life.

Unfortunately, there came a time when their difference of point of view became too important.

Maybe the league was not helping, the leader often spoke to Bane telling him that the situation could not last forever, and that he had to find a way to convince Y/N to come with them.

In any case, each visit to the Temple became harder because he always asked her if she really wanted to leave, accompanied by Talia who stared at her with hopeful eyes, while being in a bad mood and criticizing everything as soon as he was in Gotham.

"Don't do this." She sighed, holding back tears, after he had just refused to let them go to the movies.

"Too much noise. Too much risk. Stale air, horrible smells. And useless. Why pay to see something you can see here, on this screen ?"

"It's always more impressive on a big screen, Bane. I just want Talia to see a movie in the theater, so she can experience it."

"No. It's stupid."

"Don't say I'm stupid." Y/N asked, trying really hard to keep calm, but her voice was starting to shake.

Bane noticed. He stared at her for a long time, as if he didn't understand what she had just said, or why she was saying it.

"I didn't say you were stupid, Habibi."

"Of course you did. Don't you realize that every time you criticize something here, you're criticizing me ?"

"Not at all. I…"

"I'm part of this world, Bane. I try to accept yours, to understand it. To adapt. But I get nothing in return. You hate everything here, while you loved my stories in the Pit. You insisted that I tell them. You wanted this life for Talia too ! What happened ?"

They both knew what had happened. The league, but also reality. The stories were always beautiful and perfect. Bane had quickly seen the horrors from the outside, and in addition to his respect for Ra's, he approved of their mission to clean up the world.

But he continued to see Y/N as an exception. Perfection. He wanted to protect her, and for that she had to come with them. But she didn't want to.

He could have forced her. Without any problem, he could have put her on his shoulder and taken her to the airport, to keep her in the Temple. If he did that, he was no better than their jailers in the Pit. Bane wanted her to come of her own free will, so that they could live happily together.

Talia too, who came timidly into the kitchen, stopping the discussion because they did not want to fight in front of her, even if she had already heard them.

That night, Y/N slept on the couch, without warning, first letting Talia go to bed, then Bane, before taking a pillow and going into the living room without saying anything.

The giant did not try to hold her back or make her change her mind. The first night, he still came to sleep on the floor, next to her. Like before.

Then Y/N did the same thing the following day, and at the end of the week-end, when she woke up, they were gone.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

chapter 6

warnings: swearing, loki's scars, convention chaos

I wandered the convention hall, relearning my way around while trying to avoid Malcolm's table. I nervously picked at my shirt sleeve, glancing over every so often to try to see how it was going. Loki would look over Malcolm to catch me staring every so often. Malcolm would catch him and make him focus again. I had to stifle my laugh as Malcolm waved me back over.

“everything ok?” I asked, looking between the two. Loki nodded and Malcolm put his hand on my arm.

“Yeah. Everything is alright.” He confirmed. “Now what’s my schedule looking like?” I smiled at him and pulled the piece of paper out of my back pocket.

“I’m just giving you today because you know tomorrow will change.” I gave Malcolm a pointed look. “Panel at three. I’ll take you over there for that. And a photo op at five. Security will take care of that.” Malcolm nodded and looped his arm through mine.

“and convention opens in an hour.” I nodded. “Perfect. Loki here can start taking money and whatnot when the VIPs come in while you and I go say hello to our friends.” I looked towards the door and saw some of the usuals coming through to set up.

“sounds like a plan.” I smiled at Malcolm. Turning towards Loki, I opened my mouth to ask if he’d be ok.

“Malcolm already went over it.” He assured me. “Go have fun.” I nodded as Malcolm started to pull me off in the direction of someone he knew.

“you two need to get your heads out of your asses and actually go on a date or something.” Malcolm whispered as we walked around. My face fell slightly and I turned to look at him.

“who told you that?” I asked. Malcolm gave me a look over his glasses.

“my dear it’s plain to see. You two just started going out right?” I nodded. “So do something about it. Leave that awkward phase behind. He’s taking you out to dinner tonight. Have fun. Enjoy it.”

“no. No no no.” I shook my head. “Tonight is our night. We go out to dinner the first night and the last night of a con. Don’t go breaking tradition on me now Malcolm.” He laughed and started to lead me back over by his table.

“make an exception for me dear.” Malcolm said. “Just this once.” He cupped my cheek and I nodded.

“just this once.” I agreed. We went through our normal convention day, letting Loki handle the money. When it got to be too much for him, I took over and let him take the pictures. At the end of the day, Malcolm hugged me before sending us on our way. “So what do you think?” I asked Loki as we got into my car.

“I think it is definitely something for a certain kind of person.” He said.

“yeah.” I nodded. “You want to grab something to eat?” Loki nodded with a smile. “Let’s grab dinner.” I drove us to the nearest diner and smiled at Loki as we both got out. “Malcolm’s treat.” I joked as we entered. We sat across from each other quietly as we looked over the menu. It didn’t take long for the waitress to come over and take our orders, leaving us without the barrier again. “So…”

“I don’t think I’ll go back tomorrow. But you shouldn’t let that stop you from finishing the weekend. I’ll find something to do.” Loki admitted, breaking the ice.

“oh. Ok.” I said, nodding. “I’ll let Malcolm know after this.” We fell into silence again. “Was it something that happened? Something Malcolm or I said? Or did?” Loki shook his head.

“no. You two were amazing. You more than him.” Loki assured me, hands shooting out to grab mine. “It’s just not something I enjoy very much. The crowds. The noise.” I nodded.

“I understand.” I said with a smile. “Hey why don’t you go hang out at the salon tomorrow? Get some more stories?”

“that honestly sounds a bit fun.” Loki said, smiling sheepishly.

“then it’s a plan. I’ll text Sarah and let her know." I said. We fell back into a comfortable silence as our food arrived. "So uh..."

"I wanted..." Loki started at the same time. We both laughed and I motioned for him to go ahead. "I wanted to say thank you. For everything you've done for me the last couple weeks. And I wanted to say thank you for taking a chance with me..."

"You don't have to thank me." I said with a blush. "Besides, I really like you." Loki smiled at me.

"Well uh there was something I wanted to tell you and I didn't think I should but Malcolm said I should..." Loki rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh...well...to begin with, I love you. I have since the moment I met you. I just...its hard for me to express that. My family...we don't...we never..." He sighed and looked over at me.

"Oh." I breathed out. Loki blushed.

"You don't have to say it back. I know we haven't even really been on a date. It just sort of happened and Malcolm kind of convinced me that I should say it one way or another. And the people I grew up around, well I couldn't be sure if this is what love was supposed to be. So I was worried that if I said it...well..." Loki shrugged and started playing with the food on his plate. "But anyway...I'll take you on a proper date soon. I just..." I started laughing and covered my face with my hands. "What?"

"This is supposed to be a date. Malcolm kind of set it up. Sort of." I said. "I'm laughing at the fact that neither one of us seems to be able to shake this awkward stage of are we or aren't we. Malcolm saw it a mile away and he was supposed to take me out. Its our tradition and he insisted that we go out instead. And it...well didn't go as planned." I peeked out at Loki who was starting to smile at me.

"Start over?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Let's start over." I agreed. The rest of the night went smoothly and by the end of the night, Loki and I had had our first date.

[bi-lavelent]

Brie Larson x fem-reader part 1

warning: contains mentions to sex and mentions of mental health. Contains mentions to murder and killing. Contains mentions to pedophillia.

Brie will not be in the chapter it is just the start. I hope you enjoy

Chapter 1 Childhood Trauma

"Mothers, everyone has one, Every girl needs them, Every man wants them, Every baby cries for them, Every human praises them." - Y/N Y/L/N

My life starts simple; While At Least I thought. You see the story I was told growing up was. My gorgeous, beautiful, Intelligent Mom met  my Handsome, Funny Dad and fell in love. They got married and then they  had me. It was the Exact American Dream, It wasn’t Gatsby and Daisy. My Dad and I were best friends. They Made me realize who I would want to marry. We were always going to be that perfect little family. Although that’s where the happiness ends. The rest isn’t  good, though how much stuff do you think can happen in 9 months? less than a year you're probably thinking not that much. Well trust me a lot can happen, my mom did everything a person could do to ruin my life before it even started. But for you to be able to know that part of the story you will need to wait till I'm older, like I did. 

Born into a Christian and Catholic family, and when I say that I mean it my dad was the youth group pastor and my mom was well she said she was catholic that should have been my first signal. That all being said, I was raised to have pride in my family and to love god. I met my childhood best friend at church. Her name was  Ezra Lee. She was named after a colonial Soldier from the 1800s. He was supposedly related to her. The first memory I have is of me and her playing in a sandbox 

. . . . .

"Hey, I have to go to the bathroom." I said to my best friend Ezra Lee  

"Okay I'll wait here." She said back to me

. . . . .

Looking back at this event makes me look at how simple our lives were, You see we thought that we would always get to have this perfect life and in a way her stayed okay or atleast better than mine. I ran into her a few years ago. She was in New York for New years and she had stopped at an ice cream shop in time square. I'm still not sure if I was happy to see her have the life. We both always dreamed about. We had promised each other that we would set each other on blind dates were we would meet our husbands and we would be the others kids' Aunt. But given that was back when I thought I was gonna marry men we were clearly wrong because now I’m writing this while my wife is sitting on the couch watching a romcom. I guess things never go according to plan anyway. Back to the past I realize How happy we were. How innocent  we were. It also makes me question why I didn't realize what was happening around me. It should have been obvious to me but I guess that when you're a kid you're oblivious of what happens around you. I mean it was normal for our  parents to leave their kids in their backyard alone at the age four but then again we were kids and this was normal to us. I have very few memories of being a happy child but I do remember this next fairly clearly. Because it has affected the rest of my life. You see in Colorado I was told by my mom that the normal age to lose your Virginity is 6. So the next part isn’t really going to affect a lot of my life but at the same time it has everything to do with the family I’ve built for myself. 

At a young age I did not only have feelings for the boys at my school but also the girls being a christian I thought that this was wrong. It might be that as an adult it's still hard to tell what's true and what's not but this one thing as a child had a big influence on my life. I remember being five and dating this girl back then dating was more like being best friends. When you're a kid you make a lot of mistakes; But I never thought that I would make this one. As a Preschooler and Elementary student I was considered a bit of a player, and to be honest my friends and my partner still think I am. I would chase the boys around and tackle them and kiss them I would pay them to date me; and like every player I cheated.I was at five and at spring break camp and went behind this boy that i still had a crush on named Christopher to get a crayon to color with, and I saw an opportunity my mind raced back in forth between his back and my lips, Back, lips, Back, lips. This was my opportunity so i sized the moment and  leaned down and kissed him. This was the end of everything. 

I was  popular or so I though you see I didn’t relize that people only liked me because they were scared of me, not because people liked me.blooming back I would have been scared of me too I was a lost kid who didn’t understand how to deal with emotions. Not only that but I had ADHD and Autism you see people love me because I’m diffrent now. But kids are scared of they don’t understand. You see I was like “Young Sheldon.” But my parents didn’t want me to be but you see she liked me she made an exception.she accepted me as an equal not someone to be feared atleast that was until I fucked up. You see she was the one for me the one that I had just messed everything up with. The day that we went back to school everyone in every grade was talking about what I had done. I didn't realize what I had done wrong (I mean it was a elementary relationship those don’t even count right; well apparently they started to count somewhere along the line. But I should also let you know that most pepole in Colorado lose there V card bettween the ages of 5-9  I didn’t no matter who I liked. I’m old fashioned I wanted to wait till marriage. That didn’t end up happening but once you have it with the person who you marry it’s not the same. You feel a spark of deepest emotions and regrets finally being released.) until I saw her and I felt this pit in my stomach grow. 

I walked up to her but kept staring at the ground and said "hay" 

she didn't not respond 

I started to say what I wanted to say and then the bell rang so I said to her, "I'll see you at recess. I want to discuss this."

I made it through the rest of my day with my head down until recess when I got outside I ran up to her smiling. We started to walk around and then I said, "we need some privacy to talk about this." so we moved to where no one could hear us.

She said, "Why did you do it?"

I responded looking down at the ground and kicking the dirt with my feet, "I don't know June."

June responded to me by saying, "Was it a dare?"

A part of me wanted to lie to her and say yes but the mature side of me developed and came out and said,"No."

She responded, "Why did you do it then?"

"I don't know but trust me there's not a bone in my body that doesn't want to take it back and doesn't regret doing it." I said as A tear fell down my face i quickly got rid of it in hopes that she wouldn't see it 

She told me, "How can I trust you when you cheated on me." ( by the way the only thing that I did was leaned over and kissed this kid on his back)

"I don't know what i was thinking." I said I took a pause to catch my breath so that I wouldn't cry and finished by saying,"I don't know if we can have the same level of trust but I will try every day for you to forgive me as long as it takes."

She stood up and Said "I don't think it will be i don't think i can trust you ever again."

"I love you." I said looking straight into her eyes making sure we both were making eye contact. ( I didnt love her because at this point in time I don’t know what love was. My  gorgeous family is across the room; As i wright  this and I don’t fell the same about her as I do about them. But at that point in time I thought I loved her things changed)

"And I hate you." she replied

I just stood there not knowing what to say. I wish I had said something because it might have saved me from these next words but then again I don't think anything could have as the two words I never wanted to come out of someone I loved mouth.

she said, "were over."

My world went dark I ran away crying and that pit didn't leave for a long time neither did the me not smiling and me not laughing and me not being happy it all went away for a very long time. So did the popularity the same day as everyone saw me being vulnerable and weak. I lost it all. Yet did I know that this was just the start of My Trauma as a child. This day ended everything good going for me or so I thought. You see for a long time I thought that no one else would care. But little did I know that there was someone having a normal life in Sacramento California. You see I was 8 when this happens which means she was 6 and attending the American Conservatory Theater which is located in San Francisco. See it’s weird saying all this because we have an 8 year old and a 6 year old right now and I just am so happy that there lives will be diffrent then ours. Anyway The next thing I know I was in the principal's office everyday. I remember one day Threatening to kill a kid and I was down in the office when the principal walked in. 

"Hello Jefferson," I said

"Hello Y/N," He replied 

"Can we just get this over with," I snarkly replied

"There are some people here to talk with you." He said in stern voice

I looked behind him expecting to see my parents but what I saw wasn't that It was two police officers. One started talking to me.

"Hello Mrs.?" one of them asked

"Y/L/N" I said

"Well Mrs.Y/L/N Im John. Will you come with us please," He asked

"Why?" I said standing up

"Hay SIT." He yelled as he pointed a tazer at me 

"Your not the boss of me." I said

Everything went fuzzy and black The next thing I knew I was getting taken out of the school in handcuffs and being put in the back of a cop car. It turned out they thought it wasn’t John though it was an officer who got fired shortly there after. I went to the station and waited at the station until they called my mom. I could hear the call. 

John asked,"Hello is this Mrs.Y/N/L ?"

My mom replied, " Yes, who's this?"

"This is officer john," He said well smiling at me

"What you want officer," My mom said 

"Well I have your daughter here, we need you to come pick her up." John said

"Yah no That's not gonna happen." My mom said and hung up.

I was seven and this isn't even the worst of it. I Stayed in that jail cell till anyone in my family would pick me up. Sadly no one ever did it was 1 year and 9 months until I saw my mother again but she wasnt there for me she was being arrested herself. They didn’t really have room for me in the officer area but I made that cell my home. I just don’t know how permanent it would become. 

I chuckled in my head and said in my head "that's where I got it." 

She had been there for a few days to get clean. The officers John, Peter, Liam, Roy, Rodger, Rodney, Zack, Kyle, Steve and Tony all treated me like family, not like a prisoner but like one of them. I remember Liam coming over to my cell and sitting down to play cards with me.  Well playing he told why my mom was there how she got caught high and selling drugs, how she was already wanted for being a sexual predator. Do you think this is enough trauma yet? Yah I would have too if i were you, but my life had other plans. They found my father 2 months later. He and my mother had split once she had started getting into drugs and when he found out that she was a sexual predator. We Were happy for 2 years. When he started drinking I was 10. When he started drinking he drank so much that some nights he wouldnt even be home when I would wake up. He would abuse me and I didnt know what to do. So one day I went to the police station and ran straight into peter. 

"Hello peter," I said

"Hay chipmunk. why are you here?" He said

Them  he looked at me and saw the bruises they kept me there until they arrested my dad for abuse. They gave me 2 options. I could change my identity and become a foster kid or I could live with my grandparents. I said i wanted to live with my grandparents and they drove me their  and gave my stuff to my grandparents thats were I lived until College. It was 1 year later I was 11 and I had to make a family tree i kept bugging my grandparents to tell me about my family but they just would ignore it. 

Until  one day my grandma set me down and said "do you really wanna know about your family," 

See I mean I really didn’t need to know because the assignment was done already as this was 9 months later. Which they used to keep me knowing because everything I mentioned happened in 9 months and a little bit before than.

I replied "yes"

"Okay sit down Me and your grandpa met in college and fell in love. your mom met your dad's brother and his friends in highschool, and your mom is a bit of a psychopath. You see she killed them, she stabbed most of them and burnt a couple alive. With the help of your father's ex wife. Who I think you know because she was your childhood best friend's mother .  Your father and your mother met in college in therapy. Your father for the death of his brother and Your Mother for mental help. They started dating, got married and got pregnant with you. The first four months she slept with your fathers ex wife.  You see your father and her got married Junior year of high school and were only married for only two years. Your father did not know they murdered a bunch of people in those 4 months about 43 people to be percisis they broke up to hide from the cops they got plastic surgery to not look the same so that the

 cops wouldn't find them. They weren’t that’s smart of people your mom never had been but the only time she was smart was when her sisters pet died or when she was getting in trouble you see she was always in the principal's office. ( wow just like me) After they broke up Your mother started hooking up with your fathers father, your grandfather your mother killed, your fathers mother your grandmother. Your mother slept with a highschooler 14 years old that kid was. The next was 17, then 12, then 9, then 10, then 5, then 4, then a 15 year old. She  wrote in journals that she couldn’t stop because they always made her fell so good. (I still question if this is why she kept on touching my legs when we were laying together.She always wanted me to sleep next to her. Another thing that only the cops knew for a while I find it hard to talk about is that my dad told my mom to go into the bedroom so they could do stuff she grabbed me and said can she come too.My dad stopped her and said no.) but she  kept those kids  in the basement of a house only she and no one else knew she owned .  Well she was still with your grandfather. your grandfather and her used to do drugs ( later on I also I found out that they would drug my dad and do drugs of off him and have sex on top of him while he was drugged.)in his son's house well he was at work at this time your mother had been pregnant with you 7 months. She stabbed your grandfather well sleeping  next to him. Blew up the house with the kids in it and then once your father found out she was doing drugs he checked her into a hospital to get her clean and make sure you were okay. they stayed married tell you were 1 to make sure she wouldn't do drugs during this one year he caught her cheating on him with the man you called dad for the rest of your life and divorced her your mother set her ex girlfriend up with your father they had your sister also and named her Ezra if I’m right she way your  best friend thats why they were always over there your dad divorced her when she cheated out him with your mother and the man you called your father. So did you really wanna know your family history?" she  asked me

" how do you know all of this," I asked

she pulled out a bunch of journals and diaries "because your mom wrote everything down."

When I said trauma I ment trauma. This drove something deep down in my core. You see I had always wanted to be a cop to give families the justice that they needed so I headed to the police satiation and ran into Johnson arms crying I could breathe I finally told him everything and . I showed them all the journals I stayed there for the night. The next day we went to the location where my mom had hid all the bodys that stupid bitch kept track of everything. My dog is even better at hiding his bones in our bed. Although I  was praying that they didn't find anybody, once we started finding bodies we never stopped finding the bodies there were too many too count. It guess she hadn’t stopped after I was born. I looked down in shock Crying. I walked up to John. 

I didn't know what to say but I said Cryinging " I want a normal life again. Everyones gonna look at me diffrent. I know that can't happen now but i'm willing to prove against my mom wrong. I feel bad for all these families but I want to do something normal.". 

John and I had a talk along with my grandparents and we decided that it would be better to have me be homeschooled. So that the bully wouldn’t get to me. It didn’t but I still struggled. I would go to the local store and people wouldn’t sell stuff to me. I was outside playing in the street and a car pulled up. It was the parents of the kids they had come to yell at me. They said I shouldn’t deserve to be alive and that they should look both me and my mom up. My grandfather came out and stopped him.

John wanted me too atleast stay near kids and I said theater actually what happened was. 

"Like what?" John said 

"I know i can't go to school yet because they don’t trust me and that i need to be acclimated into normall that’s why im doing homeschool but maybe( I looked down a saw a poster for a theater production at a highschool for Chicago there was a hot girl on the front wearing only a bra and pants.) i could start with doing theater." I said (hopping there would be hot pepole)

That's when this career choice started. That's when I made the first decision that I can remember. I arrived there that morning as a 12 year old left feeling like a 30 year old; With back issues needing a back massage and foot rub but that was all after my moms went to court

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Clementine x gn!reader

Part 1

Author's note: I wanted to write a short Clementine oneshot for myself but it turned into a 4k fic(for now). I felt that it would be a shame to leave a story that long for just me to read so I decided to post it here. I'm not a professional and wrote it just for fun so it's probably messy, also tried to make the reader gender neutral. English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes.

Since it's so long (and ending is in writing) I will post it in maybe two or three parts.

Warnings: Swearing and spoilers for season 3 and season 4

Word count: 1325

I don't remember much from when the apocalypse started.

It was just a normal week. Eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and playing with my best friend.

I would give anything for it all to go back to the way it used to be.

But then again, it's been 9 years since it started. I don't think it's gonna end anytime soon. Maybe it was destined to happen. Like the stone era, ice age...

Or maybe I'm just saying that to make myself feel better. A hope that it will all go back to normal. Where you don't see people eating, killing, and betraying each other.

That's all we have left in this fucked up world.

Hope.

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"Can you remind me again why I'm going?"

It was too late for this shit.

Everyone let out a tired sigh.

"What? Do you think I know the way to this mysterious place or something?"

"Didn't you say that you used to visit someone in West Virginia? You can help us find our way around there." David said.

"Well yeah, my uncle but how the fuck does that help? I don't suppose your friends now live in my uncle's house do they?" (Name) sassed at him.

Javier placed a map in front of them.

"Do you at least know the area or a town that you used to go to?"

(Name) took a look at the map. They couldn't remember what the city was called but maybe if they saw a name it could refresh their memory.

"Here." They point to Morgantown "He wasn't from there but I remember we went there with him."

Javier nodded. "Ok, so we go to Morgantown, then find the river from there and follow it until it leads us to the school."

"Can someone please explain what's happening and why we're going to a school by the river?" (Name) asked while yawning.

"And why Gabe's going with us?"

Gabe gave them a side glare.

"I got some info from people we captured. Asked for some information about their community, 'The Delta'.

They told us most of their soldiers are kids who were stolen and trained." Javier began.

"What kind of a sick fuck would do that?" Kate shook her head.

"We were also told one of their lieutenants was having trouble with a community that consists of teenagers. Said she got defeated by them but is planning on attacking them again with more soldiers." Javier explained.

David took over. "We know the communities leader and owe her so we thought we could go there and see what's the situation. If needed we could get more backup and help them." (Name) hummed and looked at Gabe for explanation.

"Gabe wants to go because when this leader was here he had a huge crush on her," Kate added.

They looked at Gabe and awed.

"That's so cute." "Fuck off."

They chuckled and looked at Javi "So when are we going?"

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises. It's a long journey." Tripp finally spoke up.

"And who else is going?"

"David and me, Gabe, you, and Tripp," Javi says. "Ava is gonna lead with Kate while we're gone."

(Name) sighed. "Well okay then. I'm going back to bed to prepare for tomorrow. Wake me up in the morning will you?"

"Maybe we'll forget to." Gabe said.

They chuckled "Nah, I wanna annoy you during the trip so I'll be sure to wake up. Good night everyone."

They said their good nights and went back to planning for tomorrow's trip.

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As soon as the sun rose, the group was up on their feet, getting everything they needed and preparing to leave.

Javier gave instructions to Kate and Ava and with that, the group set out on the road. It was gonna be a long trip.

Tripp did the math and said that they should arrive there in 5 days, including all the stops they make.

(Name) wasn't pleased with that information. Hearing Gabe whine for 5 days wasn't exactly how they intended to spend their time.

But then again they owed Javi. He accepted them into their community and his family when they had nobody.

They can't say no to him.

Plus it would be nice to meet the kids who managed to beat 'the Delta' lieutenants' ass on their own. They must be so cool.

(Name) wasn't exactly a skilled fighter. They mostly ran and hid, trying not to engage any Muertos. David did teach them how to handle a gun but that was it. No way they could fight a Delta army.

They were snapped out of their thoughts by...Gabe's whining.

"It's going to take us 5 days to get there?!" (Name) groaned.

Tripp looked at him. "Look kid, if you're going to complain all the time you can go back."

"I agree with Tripp. Why don't you go back Gabe." They smirked at him.

"No way! I wanna see Clementine!"

Clementine huh? That name sounds familiar...oh right!

"Aww, her name is Clementine? Are you gonna serenade her when we get there?"

"That is actually a great idea (Name). You could woo her with your singing talents Gabe." David said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at his dad's teasing.

"Yeah, come on I'll even help you practice."

They cleared their throat.

"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine~" Everyone chuckled while Gabe was looking at them unamused.

"You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine~"

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5 days passed pretty quickly.

(Name) tried to keep everyone entertained and messed with Gabe the whole time so it wasn't dull.

It was important for him to be prepared to sing his heart out.

Luckily the group didn't encounter many Muertos along the way. Few single ones here or there, and some tiny groups.

They thought it was the perfect time to throw in a dad joke.

"Hey, guys why do Muertos group in three? Because they can't even."

Only Gabe didn't laugh so (Name) felt accomplished.

When they arrived in Morgantown (Name) couldn't believe the state it was in. It was unrecognizable. They quickly passed it, avoiding Muertos, and went on their way to find the river.

When they did find it, (Name) suggested they take a small break. They took their chance and threw Gabe in it, much to his dislike.

They followed the smaller river that split into the forest because Javi said the soldiers mentioned the school was in the forest so luckily they were going in the right direction.

Now it was (Name) who whined.

"I hope we're close. My ass hurts." They pouted.

"Who is whining now?" "At least I'm whining after 5 days. You whined after like, few hours, so please, shut up."

They kept bickering until David shushed them. "Be quiet."

The group fell silent. Then a gunshot fired.

"EVERYONE DOWN!"

They all got down from the horses and hid behind trees.

(Name) took their gun out. This sucked.

"I would surrender if I were you. You're outnumbered." A male voice shouted.

"And let you kill us? No way." David shouted back.

"Have it your way then."

Multiple shots were being fired. (Name)'s head was ringing from them, not used to it.

"(Name) get the horses! Follow the river and send backup!"

They nodded and whistled. Horses were still spooked by the gunshots.

They took a deep breath and made a run for it.

They didn't get far when they felt a sharp pain in their abdomen.

(Name) quickly put their hands on the spot that burned and dropped to their knees. Their head was ringing.

They couldn't hear anything but muffled voices and loud gunshots.

Someone was shaking them and then they felt someone pick them up. Their eyes felt so heavy, it was too hard to open them so they didn't. They felt tired.

(Name) knew they probably shouldn't, but the pain was unbearable, so they let sleep take over.

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[cryptid-killjoy]

The Rez / ((Back Dated - also please note as Brother Bear uses a fictious and cumulous variety of native American cultures to create the indigenous lore even though they've stepped out of Feral I'm taking them to a ficticious rez and tribe and those will be cumulous too even if anything sounds realistic or has the same names))

Their road trip finally made it to the grounds his father was raised on.

"This is it. This dusty road. We're almost there."

Koda was smiling.

"Home."

Not his home away from, or vacation home, second home, like home, but just simple home. Koda had family. He had places he could go unlike so many others in the circle. He wasn't alone. It made stepping into Feral that much harder. Delta always felt he was a wild card, but he's proven loyal thus far.

When they finally hit civilization the area was run down and there was an old man with nothing on just sitting on a ledge talking to himself.

Koda smirked and waved. The guy waved back. "Nothing's changed." He chuckled to himself and said, "Moose is on the drunk again. Don't worry about him. He just doesn't like tan lines. He's harmless. He always finds his way back home."

And that was her first image of his town, but boy did it have Koda smiling. They'd pass other people, all native, different ages, all moderately dressed, middle to lower class neighborhood style homes, trailors.

"Here we go. This is it." He'd say again as they'd pull up to a little place. What could be noticed quickly was the place was plain, not a lot of personal touches to the outside. There wasn't even grass. If one checked out the windows close enough they'd notice even that was faux. They were for show to look like a normal home on the outside but the real windows were boarded up so no light could get in during the day. This was his uncle's place. There was nothing fancy around because as a vampire he wasn't much into decorating at night when he couldn't admire it during the day. It served no purpose to him.

"Come on. We can finally stretch our legs." He got out of the truck and took a look at the back where his mothers were stored and still frozen ready for ceremony soon. That's what they were here for. It was time. It was long overdue.

He opened the truck door yanking on it hard because it stuck sometimes and then slammed it shut. Then he shook his own legs out as he walked up the steps. He got out his keys. He wasn't even going to knock. That's how home he was. He had his own keys to this place.

"Denahi! Denahi? I'm home. We're here." He called as he pushed the door open.

Of course there was a vampire trap foyer to make sure the light didn't hit. It was a small room to go through with a second door for safety. The rule was always shut the door before opening the next and then everything would be alright even in the day.

"He might be asleep. You know how they are."

He meant vampires of course, but right as he said it an older gentleman came out of the back room.

"No chance. Not with you hollering through the house like that."

He grinned at the boy.

"It's been way too long." There was emotion in both their faces for all to many reasons.

"Besides, you haven't introduced to his purdy lady yet. Bring 'er in Care Bear."

Koda rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that."

"Oh, it's happening. It's never not happening, Care Bear." Then he puled Koda into a big ol' bear hug, pardon the pun.

Then since Koda hadn't quite managed to intro Elsa yet the vampire made his way in front of that blonde lady and gave her a smile too. "Well hello there. I don't know what a fine woman like you is doing with a boy like this, but I sure am glad to meetcha. I'm his uncle. Denahi Skies. I'm the wolf totem of this here Crow Clan."

"Alright, alright, wise one. You sure you didn't get the peacock?"

"Funny, funny. Now who do we have here?" If she would take his hand to shake it she'd notice that same ice cold of the dead as she had before with the last vampire she'd known. This was an aged vampire and blinking rather well, learned to fake the human condition rather well like pretending to breathe even though he did not need to. But, he couldn't hide the paleness of his skin no matter the tone of his heritage. Dead still looked dead. There was strange sheen to vampire's skin that could not be mistaken as normal. The only reason half of them got away with walking around like normal people was because they were out in the darkness sheilding them from full view.

[fizzyghosts]

Tag game by @arisenreborn :3c

❖ The Basics:

Name: Cecco

Age: ???

One good trait: Reliable

One bad trait: Blunt

❖ Habits:

One bad habit: Not caring about what happens to his own body. Neglecting his health, tattooing his magic research directly onto his skin because he ran out of paper, poisoning himself for science- they’re all things that he thinks are perfectly normal and doesn’t get why everyone’s so upset about it

One good habit: Very organized. Never lost a single assignment that his students turned in.

One habit they can’t break: Arguing over everything. Hywel has to step in quite often to keep them from getting kicked out of places. He wasn't fast enough to stop Cecco from getting them permanently banned from the expensive inn in Bakbattahl.

One they've broken: Never stopping to rest. Listening to Hywel talk about how peaceful it is to be in their home and how he never wants to leave has gotten Cecco to slow down and relax.

What they're afraid of: Loss. Losing control of your life when other people start making decisions for you. Losing people. He wants to hold on to everything and never let go.

❖ Family:

Their parents names: He doesn’t remember their names and has little interest in figuring it out

Their siblings names: He can’t remember his younger sisters actual name, but he does remember the name he gave her- Valeriana.

Other relations: None

Favorite childhood memory: Sneaking off when he was supposed to be doing chores to go look at fish in the pond. A small moment but it meant the world to him.

Favorite childhood toy: An “Archistaff” that was really just a cool stick he found. He used to hit the other kids with it when they didn’t play the way he wanted them to.

Embarrassing story: Cecco was a bossy kid who would only play with others if they played exactly how he wanted, going as far as to give them scripts of what to say and do. Seeing the kids at the Gracious Hand brought back this memory and he wishes it stayed gone.

Favorite family member: Valeriana

A story about that family member: One night Cecco shook her awake, telling her that a monster was outside and that they had to hunt it down. Arming her with his toy archistaff and grabbing his fathers sword – the two set out into woods behind the house to slay the beast. Spotting it in the trees, Cecco told her to stay back and cast a spell while he went to fight it. After wrestling with the beast- Cecco finally managed to cut off its head, proudly presented it to his sister, told her that now it couldn’t eat her. Even as she got older she remembered this moment fondly and would sometimes ask travelers passing through if they had seen a monster matching the description of the one they fought that night. Cecco never had the heart to tell her that he made the whole thing up to look cool and he was actually hitting a pile of sticks with a sword while making monster noises.

❖ What they prefer:

Coffee or tea? Coffee is his go-to drink but he much prefers the taste of tea

Showering in the day or night? Night. Everything’s much quieter at night and he likes to be able to relax.

Taking baths or taking showers? Baths

Writing or reading? Reading. He’s spent years researching magic and history and he’s not about to let being arisen stop him from reading those tomes. He used to write little stories for his sister when she was alive though and starts to do it again when he spots Hywel listening intently to a story at the tavern one night.

Platonic or romantic love? He is,,, not great with romantic love. You could confess your undying love to him and kiss him deeply under the moonlight and he Would Not Notice, as Ulrika unfortunately discovered, but I wouldn't say he prefers one over the other.

Iced tea or lemonade? Iced tea in hand, sitting in a rocking chair on his front porch telling kids(escort quests) to get off his lawn

Ice cream or smoothies? Both.

Cupcakes or cake? Cupcakes.

Beach or mountains? He thinks the sea is beautiful but nothing compares to the view of a mountain range

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 2 Trivia

Let’s get that fluid!

The ultimate forager made sure to rinse the dirt off his hands before eating. Perfect stone world table manners! 

Senku trusts Taiju's stamina, but obviously doesn't trust his identification skills. Senku had prepared a comparatively larger basket for the inedible plants before he'd even started sorting.

Senku uses the word "primeval" here, meaning "earliest time in history", which going by the previous chapter meant ~2M years ago.

In fact, proof of salt production only appeared ~6000BCE during the Neolithic period (=beginnings of agriculture rather than hunting and gathering) which makes sense, because you'd want to preserve the harvest you worked so hard on!

Despite 2/3rds of Taiju's previous haul coming back poisonous, he doesn't hesitate to try the grapes.

Why sour? It's October, the end of the grape harvest. Either the seasons are later, or, more likely, the grapes haven't gotten enough sun to ripen because of the forest canopy.

The only things Taiju and Senku have in common here are the fact they were both conscious and near a source of nitric acid.

I wonder if anyone else happened to have these extremely unlikely odds work in their favour...

Nitric acid made from bat guano doesn't drip from the ceiling. It's actually formed on the cave floor where the droppings can decompose into nitric acid, if it's kept moist. Normally it would seep directly into the rock layer, causing erosion.

This truly is the Cave of Miracles.

All the birds shown here are either in flight, or taking off. Could they have seen the beam coming, but no humans could? They all seem to be adults despite getting petrified during nesting season, where are the babies?

Do the eggs/embryos also get petrified?

The kanji on the bottle say "daiginjo," which is the highest-quality, premium grade of sake. To call your product daiginjo, 50% of the original rice grain has to be polished away (lesser grades require less polishing).

You can make wine like this but it's not recommended. I won't go into details, but 70% of fermentation is done in the first few days, and after those few days an airlock is recommended to not contaminate it. 3 weeks seems a little long for their method, but I've never tried!

Taiju has a cup, but Senku gets a clay wine glass? Why didn't Senku make a set for them? It's not like Senku can take advantage of any of the benefits of a wine glass in this situation.

It's been speculated that the Mesopotamians were using distillation for perfumes and aromatics rather than for drinking alcohol. Either way, distilling alcohol to drink only came about in the Middle Ages (~13th century) where, unsurprisingly, it was lauded as beneficial medicine.

Either the distilling setup broke a second time, or they decided to upgrade sometime during the winter.

Another early technique: ice fishing using a spear.

Evidence has been found showing this method being used over 2000 years ago by natives in North America. Improvements have been made over the years, but Taiju is shown using the most basic form of it (no bait or shelter).

Taiju seems to think Yuzuriha hates beards, I wonder if that's true...

I also wonder if Taiju will grow a beard again in the future or not.

If the whole bird species was petrified, that means this bird is the only one of its kind alive right now. Is Sparrow Ishigami ready to bring back all of sparrowkind?

Senku's comment here includes the 6 months he spent surviving alone, as it's only spring.

(Senku breaks out spring 5738, Taiju breaks out 6 months later on Oct 5th 5738. This scene is during spring 5739.)

Senku says Taiju can pick who they revive next, but there was really never any doubt. Yuzuriha is their mutual friend, and Senku doesn't seem to have anyone other than Taiju that he'd want to revive.

They also can't revive their parents...

I really love these early chapters where everything they do requires a lot of effort and it's all being shown.

[crouton-knight]

Cringe is dead, let's do fic recs for our friends and our selves. I'll start.

DF Fics written by my friends (and me) that I still think about all the time:

By @oddeyesight ((Ao3 account))

ya'aburnee (General)

Notha and Uaanta find an interesting object, digging around Notha's previous lab.

The song + the fic are simultaneously very sad and very sweet. The buildup to the ending in particular, the crescendo and then the quietness of it.

chiaroscuro (Teen and Up)

Hero talks about their adventures in HHD, and Notha is reminded of an unpleasant meeting that happened so long ago.

And on the complete other side of the spectrum: Fear! Terror! Orpheus and Eurydice themes! Still kind of about grief but in a distinctly more "I'm afraid to lose you" way. 10/10 I go feral every time.

~!~

By @valorousowl ((Ao3 Account))

Dive Deep (General Audiences)

Notha Ly'Ehr is determined to save her friend. Remthalas is determined to trick their friends into killing him. Whatever it takes, this time would be different.

I keep coming back to this because the emotions are very sharp and real in a way that I can't quite describe here; you really have to read it for yourself. Notha's entire characterization is tragic, but in a way that I find deeply compelling.

Unspoken Names (Mature)

Aegis is well acquainted with Pandora. It isn't hard for him to suss out who Aspar actually is. He'll keep his mouth shut, for a price. Aspar may be desperate and lonely enough to pay it.

Overall lower stakes than my usual fare, but still packs a real whallop of emotional resonance, especially the part where Aegis tells Aspar that he's the one who should know better. I am physically incapable of being normal about Aspar and the softness and sadness of Aegis trying to be nice to him.

~!~

By @7yd1a ((Ao3 Account))

Return, Dear Light (Explicit)

This one is about Jaania living in the tower with the rest of the Villain Rehab Club, but really it's about her learning to feel again, and to forgive. Also she bones (haha) Alexander with an icicle; pretty fun use of healing ice magic I think! I don't know if there will ever be a continuation, but the characterization and the speed at which information about the characters is effectively conveyed is a lot of fun to watch unfold.

~!~

By @mismagireve ((Ao3 Account, though they are pretty much done with DF as a fandom.))

Somewhere Ages And Ages Hence (Mature)

According to Swordhaven's record systems, shortly after you fled into the forest, you were beset upon by wolves, and your remains were found hours later by a Rose researcher who had been on his way into the city for work that morning when he stumbled across the grisly scene of your demise. You are, for all intents and purposes, free of everything that was plaguing you now that you're dead and gone. You can't help but wonder if your new life hiding in the woods pretending to be dead and playing nanny to a Rose cultist's child could be counted as freedom.

I'm always up for stories about normal people in completely bonkers situations treated as, if not normal, then at least livable; I think this, even in its unfinished form, is one of the most fitting for that theme, and I really, really enjoy Syn's characterization of Lynn and Valen as people, and how the Reader-insert is most definitely their own person even while being, well, Reader-insert.

The Importance Of An "O" (General)

He got a letter from a faraway village.

This one isn't as immediately present in my mind as some other fics, but every time I see Galanoth (and tbh the word "dragoon") I do think of it, so it's definitely left an impression!

Words Spoken In Wormwood (Mature)

Among the bars in Swordhaven, there was an unspoken rule: if you serve Rose members, you don't let anything they say leave the building. So when one night at the bar, a few Rose members were discussing some secrets regarding one of their own— Well. Go ahead and ask anyone who was there that night. That conversation never happened.

This inspired several headcanons about Valen/Amadeus himself of the "they'll never believe you" sort so this is as good as canon in my heart.

Fine (General)

He was never good with people, and never made many friends, so whenever he lost one, it always hit hard. Tomix finds himself missing the hero.

This one gets a special mention even though I only read it today because I WILL be thinking about this for a long time.

~!~

By myself

Sutures (Explicit)

So You Found Out You're A Masochist: A Beginner's Guide or Tomix gets injured and learns he has a kink.

It's got some gore, fair warning for that. But I keep thinking about it because of the uh, applications of intangible spirit hands, and also the nature of Tomix's unraveling.

In Vain (General)

A child's first brush with death.

This and the ask where I mention Ogenos Dessert Sausage are constantly on my mind because I'm stuck on thinking about lost cultural treasures and how they affect those who knew them and then lost them as time went by. I should post that ask on Ao3 maybe.

The Masochism Tango (Explicit)

"They feel like normal lungs. Spongy, surprisingly resilient, but so fragile at the same time..." She said, in a whispered, reverent tone he almost missed. She'd never sounded like that before, not that he knew. The silence stretched on a little longer than could really be accounted for, without the sound of her tools as she vivisected him. Notha's eyes went dilated and faintly mischievous above her mask. What did you find? ~!~ There isn't a lot of existing documentation on abyssal elf biology, so if Notha's going to make clones for herself and Remthalas, she needs to take some notes.

I would be lying if I said this one didn't live rent free in my head. Notha kissing his heart, especially.

~!~

Feel free to reblog with your own fics or other fics from this fandom that you enjoy!

[angelmichelangelo]

2012 Squish Annon: Well I survived. Barely. I'm still crying as I type. I started crying at the part where Raph says " I love you brother" to Leo as he's trying to kill him and just cried harder when it ended with all the young turtles and Splinter together. Poor Leo. He became what he most hated. I'm so glad he came to himself again. I shudder to think what would have happened to Raph without Donnie. Of course Mikey turned into a crazy wise hermit!! I love that neither he nor Leo were surprised by the fact that Donnie managed to turn himself into a robot. I am worried about Donnie though - the episodes made it clear that the turtles are old now... what's going to happen to him when his brothers are gone?

They found each other despite everything. They will always find each other. *sob*

Also I can't believe they turned Casey's skull into a bomb. To be fair, it's what he would have wanted.

I think that, despite the happy ending, this might be my least favourite of the bad futures. I think it's because it can't be fixed or prevented in the same way as SAINW or the ROTTMNT movie. Yes, they found Oasis and I am so glad, but the rest of the world is a hellscape. This is reality now. In a fundamental and big way, the turtles lost. They couldn't stop the bomb. They didn't save everybody. It isn't their fault - saving the world is something they never should have had to do in any iteration, but they always make the choice to try, and this time... they couldn't. It just makes me very sad.

And they were seperated for so long! They were all out there and they could have been together but they weren't because they didn't know. I think I feel worst for Mikey - Raph and Donnie had each other, and Leo didn't remember that he had any brothers... but Mikey was alone apart from Chompy and Ice Cream Kitty. He thought his brothers were dead. He thought he was the last one.

I need to go back and watch some happier episodes and then read some hopeful future fanfics, because my heart is kind of breaking right now.

just gonna promote my own post about the horrors of the mutant apocalypse arc here because i feel you’d appreciate it, squish anon lol

but yeah! you’ve so totally pinned the reason as to why it feels so odd. the fact is that it’s such a depressing fate they find themselves in and NOTHING CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT. that’s just it. they can’t change the fact that their friends are dead. life on earth is pretty much over as they know it. their lives have been changed irreversibly and for the worst. donnie can’t get his body back. raph won’t ever get his memories back. leo can’t be un-double mutated. mikey won’t ever get those years back that he spent totally alone. the damage has been done and thats it. they just have to live with it and make the best out of it. it’s depressing ;___;

it’s a really bitter sweet ending. nice because, yay they found oasis and they found each other and they’re together again! but horrible because oh my god what a miserable existence? just essentially waiting to die???

anyway, he’s a very dark theory i have regarding this episode. enjoy :3

the last shot before the episode closes is when all of them are standing with splinter again and they are their normal selves again. i have a theory that the order in which they appear on screen is the order in which they die.

because mikey is already standing with splinter. smiling and waving his brothers over, i imagine the years of malnutrition from spending alone is what caused his death to be the first. mikey looked… incredibly unwell throughout the arc. he seemed to have aged the most despite being “the youngest” so yeah. mikey dies first and is the only one for a little while to be dead.

second to appear is donnie. ik technically and rather morbidly, he’s already dead. but i flip between to ideas for this: his robot body was destroyed thus his soul and memory was no longer connected and they lost him, or donnie shut himself off after mikey’s death. either way, i think it’s quite fitting that the b-team follow each other into the afterlife. they’d miss each other too much:((

then we have leo. he looks tired:( i imagine the double mutation was probably very unstable, and caused a lot of complications. it’s cruel but i imagine it’s a kinder fate for him.

THEN RAPH IS LAST. i imagine raph is the only one that makes it to old age. turtles live for a long time, so how cruel would it be that raph is the one that lives the longest, without his brothers. the people he wanted to protect and love the most, are gone. and maybe he thinks about *ahem* joining them. but he can’t! why? because he has mira to look out for. he has to love and protect her because if he doesn’t, she’ll be totally alone.

so raph keeps living, not for himself, but for the memory of his brothers.

and then when they are reunited again with their sensei, he’s finally happy again.