#augh on my feet all the time hurts :

[chaotictomtom]

bad knee :( why are you like this

[polarfarina]

I am really sore from work I wish riding five hours in the car didn't require having your feet on the ground

[ohdeerfully]

Hello

I live

Well, barely

OMG ISTG I JUST REREAD LIKE ALL OF YOUR FICS I'M GOING SGSJDGDJHFJDY

Your writing. I swear. It's so good. Like when I read any other alastor x reader fic I have this nasty voice in the back of my head going 'He wouldn't do this'. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE

You are a genius. (Thabk you for speepy Alastor coming from an insomniac is good praise, no?)

My personal favourites are

a. Either of the sleepy Alastoe fics (obviously)

b. Dry bed. Istg the writing in that.. Augh

Could you do a part two to Dry bed? Maybe they just wake up (Together!!!) and awkwardly get their way down to breakfast. Then they simply avoid each other all day, not talking, but still stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Then reader finds Alastor chilling on the hotel roof the following night and they TALK about it. And figure things out.

Omg thabk you for listening to my rant I hope you are doing well byeeee

~❤✨

P. S. You and your fics are my new hyperfixation

hello!!!!! in general sorry yall for my absence, finals are literally next week so it Will happen again

im so glad u like my depiction of alastor hes literally so annoying to write... a dry bed is honestly probably one of if not THE fave fic ive written (though might be a tie with mourning dove) so i hope part ii does it a bit of justice (,: i kind of deviated from ur request at the beginning (they dont wake up together >_<) but otherwise i hope u enjoy! hopefully its not too obvious i kind of rushed it

mwah! <3

A Warm Bed

(sequel to A Dry Bed)

Alastor x Reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) TW: none really, alastor is probs ooc but who cares

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It felt a little bit too cold when you woke up, but you couldn’t immediately find a reason why. Your eyes squinted open, facing the curtains that were drawn just enough to where a peek of the morning light rudely shone against your face. You turned over with a dissatisfied groan.

Peering at the empty bed beside you, you stared blankly as wheels began to turn in your mind. It only took a few seconds to remember the previous night, and your face quickly warned as you hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, wrists coming up and rubbing your eyes with a sense of dismay.

Man, what were you thinking. You felt a strong mixture of regret and embarrassment but also… you felt lonely. The strong, strange affection from Alastor the previous night directly compared to him disappearing and leaving you alone in the morning made you feel all the more cold. The room also had an uncomfortable silence to it, but at the same time too loud with the hum of your ceiling fan.

Whatever, you feigned indifference to yourself and lifted yourself from your mattress, legs dangling over the side of your bed for a few moments, allowing yourself to get a quick stretch in before sliding on some comfortable slippers while you went to your restroom, protecting your feet against the cold tile.

You quickly freshened up, pulling on some comfortable loungewear before leaving your hotel room and walking down the long corridor that led to the steps. Maybe it was just your current mood, but the ambience was too quiet and uncomfortable.

Your spirits slowly lifted as you made your way down the steps, and you could hear the faint clashing of kitchen tools being dropped and thrown, alongside unintelligible and arguing voices, one doubtlessly being Vaggie trying to tame—or, no, threaten—the chaos.

The air, at the very least, smelled good despite the racquet. Though you were in Hell, the food was still appetizing—even if you weren’t exactly sure what it was half the time.

You must’ve made it just in time, as right when you turned the corner you nearly hit your head against Charlie’s shoulder as she rounded the same corner. You tripped over each other for a moment before she ultimately steadied you with a hand and a breezy laugh.

"Good morning! I was just about to tell everyone breakfast was ready…” You smiled at her gesture. Every morning she tried to host some sort of typical continental style breakfast that was standard for most hotels—that is if Niffty’s behavior permitted a successful morning—and the quality was usually higher than what you remembered in your time alive. Of course, you were dealing with the Princess of Hell, who obviously wouldn’t want anything mediocre for her treasured guests.

“Thank you,” was all you could offer in return before she passed you, doubtlessly to gently announce the food to the other guests. There had been an increase in residents lately, so you weren’t shocked at the piles of delicious looking food that met your eyes when you stepped into the kitchen. You could practically imagine sparkles dancing around the fluffy pancakes and still sizzling pans of various breakfast meats.

You helped yourself to a meal, carefully stepping around the growing crowd of other guests, who all, for the most part, seemed a little aggravated at being woken up but nonetheless pleased at the free meal.

A brief hush filled the room as the air seemed to get just a bit heavier, more ominous, alongside the new presence of a prickling against your skin. You didn’t have to look up, nor did you even want to look up, to know who the culprit of such a suffocated atmosphere was; you knew him well enough.

The kitchen slowly came back to life, albeit a bit stiffer and with quieter conversation. You kept your eyes glued to your plate of food as you made your way towards the dining area. As you passed through the entrance, out of your peripheral you saw the large, looming figure of the demon you had become unnaturally attached to. You didn’t look up or even acknowledge him, pretending to just not notice, but you could swear you felt his red gaze burning a hole in your skin.

A few minutes passed after you sat down before Alastor joined you, sitting in his unofficial assigned seat. The only difference was he didn’t scoot his chair nearly as close as usual, as well as the way his body was turned just slightly so that his back was facing you. Not enough to be noticed by other people, but just enough for you—though, maybe you were just overanalyzing things?—to notice how he was pointedly uninviting you from any interactions with him.

Why even bother coming to breakfast, you thought coldly to yourself, deciding to just feel mad about it instead of stewing in your own self-hate and regret. You had already spent all morning feeling stupid for the night before. It’s not like you even eat this shit. Go eat a dead deer or something.

Your fork poked aggressively against the food on your plate, head propped up against a fist as you mindlessly scooted the food around in a pool of syrup. You hoped to convey some sense of hatred to the demon next to you as you jammed a fluffy bite of pancake into your mouth—oh, that’s so good, your spirits were lifted just a bit as the slightly sweet and buttery pancake touched your tongue.

A hand touched your back, and you jolted in surprise. Naturally your eyes first went to Alastor next to you, thinking maybe he was finally over himself, but he had his hands folded on the table in front of him as he watched another table argue over something probably meaningless. Maybe you’re crazy, but did you see his eyes flick to your just as you looked away? You shook off the idea.

Vaggie sat to your right, and was currently eyeing you with a hint of concern in her eye. You shrugged off her hand as politely as possible before smiling at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it off with an ‘I’m alright.’

“People that are ‘alright’ don’t usually have some personal vendetta against a plate of breakfast food,” She said in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private, particularly from a certain set of prying, fluffy red ears. “You know you have friends here. Especially Charlie.”

“Really, I’m all good, just… long morning,” You did your best to wave away her worries again, suddenly feeling a little childish. From the way she spoke, you would think she was talking to someone going through something serious—you were just having some guy problems.

It seemed to work well enough, because after looking at you for a few more beats she raised her hand and turned away, picking up a conversation with her girlfriend. You sat in your spot for a few more minutes, but the growing anxiety from silently and awkwardly sitting next to Alastor, sifting through so many racing thoughts and doubts, gnawed at your stomach. You finally stood up and excused yourself with a thank you and left the room.

You had no specific place to be, so you just wandered into the lobby and slumped against a couch. You briefly wondered where Angel was; he was surprisingly good at listening to romantic troubles, though honestly you probably wouldn’t divulge your whole “thing” with Alastor. That would probably meet no welcomed response.

You must have dozed off, because the sudden sound of raised voices startled your eyes open. Arguments and general anger were commonplace here, so you weren’t particularly shocked to find Vaggie and Angel Dust going at it about something regarding his behavior and the Hotel—a recurring theme in their conversations. Vaggie’s words fell on deaf ears as Angel tutted at her words with a waving and dismissive hand.

“I’m sure ninety percent of these guests would love to have a piece’a me!” He said, taking long strides across the room as he fixed up his chest fluff with two hands. He leaned his hip against the large chair that, much to your dismay, sat Alastor, his grin tightening as Angel approached. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the spider laid his torso across the head of the chair.

“Even this one…” Angel said with a pouty lilt in his voice, finger dragging up the embellishments as he tried to play flirty. Alastor clicked his tongue distastefully in response before he stood up, hands folding neatly across the top of his cane.

“Not quite to my taste, thank you!” He said, looking down at Angel with an ugly curl in his lip. Angel only huffed in response before slinking down the back of the chair and taking up the space where Alastor previously sat, leaving said demon just standing there.

Alastor’s eyes glanced at you, so brief that you honestly may have imagined it, before he simply hummed with closed eyes and melted into the ground, the shadow where he once stood inking across the carpet before finally coming to a rest… behind the couch where you were laying. You grimaced as you felt his presence manifest again, sending a ripple of that familiar prickle down your bare arms.

Was this going to be your eternity now? Playing some game of cat and mouse where you have to leave every room you’re in just because Alastor gets too close for comfort? You turned your head to try to get a look at him from the corner of your eye, but immediately looked away again when you saw he was already looking at you. You couldn’t read his expression.

You sat up and thought for a few moments. Honestly, it was probably best to just go spend a depression day alone in your room. As pushy as Alastor could be, he wasn’t typically the type to barge into rooms without invitation.

Slowly standing, you managed to avoid the attention of the couple of others in the room—though, realistically, none would care if they happened to see you leave; you were just on edge to everyone and everything. You quickly made your way up the stairs, frowning down at your feet as you walked. You shot a sideways glance at Alastor as you rounded a turn in the steps, finally meeting his gaze for a few seconds before your view was blocked by the wall.

You sighed as you found yourself in front of your hotel room, a heavy feeling making you suddenly choke up. You ushered yourself into the room before you embarrassed yourself by crying openly in the hallway, but the comforting solitude of your room as you leaned your back against the door to close it made it a bit easier to breathe.

After ensuring the door was locked, you went to stand at the edge of the bed, frowning down at the still unmade sheets. Thoughts of that tender night came to the front of your mind at full force, and you bit your lip anxiously. The warmth of his body against yours, the tangle of legs and soft touches of lips… was it all actually, in a cruel turn of reality, a fake expression of care from him? When you had finally begun to think you could read the affection on his face…

You settled into the soft mattress, uncomfortably aware of how big and cold it was. You were no stranger to sleeping alone by any means, but after finally experiencing the shared space with someone you loved, the contrast was stark and unwelcomed. You did your best to ignore it as you tucked yourself in, letting your eyes fall shut in a poor attempt to sleep away your worries.

Your attempts were unsuccessful, and an empty feeling of longing and despair in your stomach grew stronger with each hour that passed as you watched the red hue of the daylight sky turn darker. You felt both restless and tired at the same time, lacking any energy to actually do anything to pass the time. 

It all proved to be counterintuitive to the whole “sleep your worries away” as the hours you spent just lying down only gave you ample opportunity to melt in your own thoughts as the memories of last night kept returning. Man, why did you have to kiss him? You unwittingly ignored the fact that he had also played a part in closing that gap between you; you were honestly just pinning the blame fully on yourself.

Finally sick of stewing in misery, you kicked off the heavy blanket and stood up. You needed some fresh air. 

You tried to walk quickly with a fake sense of purpose so, in the odd chance you passed someone, they hopefully wouldn’t ask about your absence all day—you were typically more present and friendly with everybody as you would often help Charlie with event organization. Lucky enough for you, you passed nobody on your way to the door that opened to some stairs up to the roof of the Hotel.

After a quick pace up the echoey, metal steps, you pushed open the large doors and greeted with a pleasantly cool rush of wind. It was still warm, of course, being Hell and all, but cooler than usual. You quietly closed the heavy doors behind you.

There was a spot on the roof you typically sat at during long, restless nights, and you turned the corner of the door before promptly backtracking and pressing yourself up against the metal door once again, jaw clenched in a mix of shock and anger.

Why the Hell was Alastor on the roof at your spot with your blanket that you had left up here on some previous night? Was he doing all this on purpose? Constantly getting all too close to you while simultaneously acting cool and indifferent towards your existence? Was this all just some sick game to him? Well… it is Alastor.

You peeked over the edge from where you hid to get a better look at him. He sat serenely with his back towards you, legs hanging over the edge of the roof. You couldn’t see his expression, but his body waved just slightly, most likely to the tune of some song in his head. Despite all the frustration you felt in your soul towards him, looking at him under the blanket of a dark red sky with a sprinkling of stars… he still endeared you. Especially when he looked so harmless and relaxed.

Just as you were about to turn away again and find somewhere else to relax, he cleared his throat, stopping you before you could even move.

“It’s rude to stare,” He stated, projecting his voice just enough for you to hear the light humor in his voice. “You seem like a stalker, darling!”

You straightened your shoulders before walking out from behind the wall, a frown on your face. You didn’t walk any closer—God forbid you accidentally do anything to hurt your relationship anymore, if that was even possible.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just… surprised, that’s all,” You reasoned, tapping your foot impatiently. “You are kind of in my spot.”

He hummed, absently pointing at the surface around him. “I didn’t see your name on it.” 

You couldn’t really think of a response quickly, so you just stayed quiet, continuing to just stand in place a few meters away from Alastor.

He briefly put his hand down on the space next to him, patting twice in a vague invitation for you to join him. You thought for a brief moment before cautiously walking towards him, steps growing slower with each foot you got closer. He made no move to send you away—in fact, he even started moving the blanket in a way to make the concrete just a bit more comfortable to sit on. He still didn’t look at you.

Embarrassingly your hands had started to shake, which you realized when you reached your hand down to support your body as you lowered it to sit. You just hoped Alastor didn’t notice. You let your legs fall over the ledge, swinging slightly next to Alastor’s. You didn’t notice how he shifted his knee a bit closer to yours.

The two of you sat in silence under the still-darkening sky, and you couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence. Alastor didn’t seem to mind, so you tried to convince yourself it was comfortable despite the itching anxiety in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Was it a bad idea to even bring it up? Maybe. But you felt that your relationship was already irreparably damaged so it couldn’t hurt to at least apologize. You saw his eyes turn towards you out of your peripheral, and you were too ashamed to meet his look, instead opting to fiddle with a fray of the blanket edge.

“Whatever for?” He responded after an uncomfortably long pause—this stunned you. Fuck you mean ‘whatever for?’ Your head whipped up to look at him, brows furrowed.

You had spent all die scared that you ruined everything between you and Alastor, regretting everything that led up to last night’s events—it didn’t help that Alastor himself was also blatantly avoiding you. What the fuck is he acting so confused for?

Apparently you said that all out loud, as Alastor’s smile was growing more and more strained with each loud word that tumbled from your lips. You didn’t even realize until you were done and catching your breath, but at this point you couldn’t care less to apologize or feel bad about it. You folded your arms and fixated your eyes on some random pedestrian below as another long stretch of silence filled the air.

“You confuse me,” He finally said, with a voice that lacked its usual radio tone. You didn’t respond, so he continued. “I feel these alien emotions when I’m near you—you bewitch me. And I don’t like it. I hate you for it.”

You couldn’t control the slight slump in your shoulders and the sharp pang in your stomach that his words brought you. Hate. 

“But… I kill the demons I hate,” He said, looking away from you and up at the sky. “And I can’t find myself wanting to kill you. That has to mean something, though I’m really no man to figure it out myself.”

You cautiously returned your eyes back to him, shoulders curled forward as if to protect yourself against the blow of any harsh words. But, as he spoke, you felt that anxiety slowly lighten as you pieced together what he was trying to convey in his own strange way. Although, you weren’t really sure what to say in response, filled with too many swarming emotions—both new and old. 

Suddenly you looked at the space between the two of you—was Alastor’s hand there just a minute ago? You looked up to try to get any hint of his goals; but, unsurprisingly, he remained unreadable. It was definitely safer to just ignore it.

Well, that got a lot harder when his pinkie finger stretched towards you just a bit, practically inviting you. You looked at his face one more time, swallowed your fear, and tenderly laid your hand down next to his. You moved it cautiously closer, just enough so that your pinkie touched his own. His lifted up and curled over yours, tightening in a way to bring the rest of your hand closer and enveloping it with his own. Your gaze was fixated on this exchange and you felt heat warm your cheeks and ears.

You both said nothing, but you thought the pounding in your ears would drown out any attempt.

Your attention finally broke from the hands that now clasped together between the two of you, turning up towards Alastor. You found that he had been looking at you with such an intensity it made you feel like an open book before him. His eyes had a slight glow to them now that the sky had fully darkened—eyes that were usually so malicious and secretive seemed to now burn with what you could only assume was affection.

“I can’t promise I’ll be a good man,” He finally broke the silence. His smile was small but strained, and his voice uncharacteristically quiet. 

In response you shook your head with a breathless laugh, tightening your hand just slightly around his as you focused on the street below, watching the scattered presence of night owl demons.

“I probably couldn’t promise the same, either,” You admitted, leaning back and stretching out your legs in the open air over the ledge of the roof. You froze momentarily when Alastor shifted a bit closer, his knee now barely knocking against yours.

He reached his hand out, fingers curling gingerly but firm over your chin and pulling your face closer to his. He examined your face for a moment, red eyes trailing over every curve of your features before settling back to look into your eyes.

“But I can promise, cher,” The new name he referred to you as made the already present flush in your cheeks only intensify. “That as long as you own what’s left of my heart, no demon in Hell can keep you away from me. Not even you.”

His words were spoken almost like a threat in an ominously low tone, that heavy radio affliction dripping from his words. In his eyes was a sudden look of sinister intensity and devotion, something you had never even dreamed of seeing, especially from him and especially towards you. As menacing as the words seemed, you couldn’t stop the wry smirk that inched up your lips, slightly smushed between his fingers that still firmly held your head in place.

“I’d like to see anyone try,” You responded in an attempt to match his energy. This seemed good enough for him, as his smile lifted for a moment as he released you from his grasp and faced forward again.

You yawned and stretched out your arms above your head, popping a few bones in your back before you stood. He followed suit, deftly touching his clothes with one hand to smooth any wrinkles or crooked buttons—his other was still holding your own.

He stepped closer, nearly pressed against you, when suddenly the atmosphere around you seemed to melt in a swirl of black before being replaced with the familiar decor of your hotel room. He gave you a light nudge and you fell back onto the bed.

After recuperating and settling, you watched him from your spot on the bed as he draped off his coat and slacks before joining you in the sheets. His body language was tense and unsure, but to your own pleasure the stiffness in his shoulders lightened just a bit when your hands tenderly rubbed against his skin.

The bed that was only hours before too big and too cold was now inviting with the warmth of Alastor’s body against your own, his scent filling your nose with every inhale as his hair brushed against your cheek. Every movement was a shaky blur as you were still filled with a sense of disbelief and maybe a little bit of adrenaline from the unexpected switch-up from him. The mattress dipped and creaked as he tried to make himself comfortable, which took an awkward few seconds, but after finally settling in you found yourself laid against his chest, fingers trailing down his skin.

Alastor’s own clawed fingers trailed through your hair and he hummed the quietest tune, lulling you further into an exhaustion that you didn’t realize had been creeping up on you. You fell asleep to a comfort that you hoped you wouldn’t have to spend another day in eternity without.

[elasticbeach]

Please may we have a part 2 for breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him?

Part 2/ Breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him

Okay I’m really sorry this took so long. But I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Sad emotions I guess(?), childbirth

Part 1 / Part 2

Your leg kept bouncing up and down in a nervous manner, you were sat in the doctors office. `Soo…you`re now in your third semester. To me everything looks just fine, have something been bothering you?`. You looked at the woman, then shook your head. She smiled at you apologetically, because she knew, everyone knew. You were alone, no man at your side. Everyone kept giving you these looks, these pity full looks, there was this rumor that your man left to sea anf left you alone. The worst part of it all was that he didn’t leave you. You left him. “Thanks doctor.” You smile at the middle aged woman and stand up. “Take care” she smiles and you walk out of the hospital, you’re not headed home yet. It doesn’t even feel like home, so you take a seat on the beach. Your back hurting from the baby growing inside you. The baby is strong and healthy just like their father. You sigh and close your eyes. You miss him so much.

“Y/n!” You turn your head an annoyed sigh escaping you. “What?!” You shout from your lounger, you just layed down to tan a bit but your big baby of a boyfriend didn’t seem to be able to survive a second without you. “Where are my favourite pants?!” His scream seems panicked. You sigh again and stand up, with an annoyed expression you walk towards your shared cabin. “Can’t imagine how he would survive without you” jokes Yasopp and you smile a bit. You arrive at your shared cabin. Shanks is rampaging trough his closet in the search of his favourite pants you know he is about to visit whitebeard, you never stood on deck of the moby dick but the giant of a man still scared you. “They are hanging on deck! I washed them yesterday for you!” You cross your arms looking at your boyfriend. “Ooooh!” He gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry love! Can’t imagine what I would do without you!” He presses a kiss to your temple and rushes to deck. You sigh and start organising his clothes again.

You open your eyes again when you feel the baby kick, you loved coming to the beach to think about your good times with Shanks. You still don’t understand yourself, what has gotten into you. How could you break his heart and your own so easily. Of course Shanks was a lot of trouble and of course dating him was tiring, but if you couldn’t handle such things, were you really to love such a free soul? You sigh again and stand up. Your swollen feet carry you to your ‘home’. Arriving home you take a seat on the sofa, you body hurts, being pregnant really is exhausting you. Another sigh escaped you, a habit you developed over the months of pregnancy.

You’re exhausted.

“Push! Push!” Screams your midwife. “AUGH!!” You scream and push. Another scream escapes you and another. You cannot think of anything but your desire for Shanks. For him to hold your hand and be here for the birth of his child. Another scream. Minutes feel like hours your body aches from pain, it hurts. Feels like every bone in your body is breaking over and over again. “AHH!” You scream again. The minutes pass and the pain finally stills, you hear your baby scream. “Congratulations! It’s a girl!” Says your midwife and puts your red baby on your chest. She’s still all dirty and covered in something and she screams with her eyes closed, but you can’t help but smile as you hold her. Your little bundle of joy, your little daughter. She has this bright red hair, just like her father. You smile and sob.

You’re happy.

“Come on say it! Say ‘ma-ma’ “ you look down at your little daughter. She’s laying on your lap while you play with her and want her to say mama. She’s four months old and just can’t stop blabbering, she truly is like her father. So active and eager to explore. You smile at her again. Her red hair is down in two cute piggy tails while she wears a pink onesie. She truly is the spitting image of her father only her eyes are yours. You pick her up. “Time to sleep don’t ya think?” You smile at your daughter again and carry her to her little bed. You woo her into slumber and walk away from her room, shutting the door silently. You sit in the kitchen, rethinking your life choices as per usual. You cannot stop thinking about Shanks and how he missed so much of his daughters life already and you know if you call him he won’t forgive you but you should let him know of his child. The debate inside of you going back and forth. You just can’t call him. You stand up and walk into your daughters room, you lay down in her bed and press her small body against yours as you silently cry.

You’re conflicted.

“Mama!” Your little girl finally says it aside from her blubber. You smile everytime she says it. “What is it my sunshine?” You ask as you dry your hands from doing the dishes. You come to sit on the sofa she’s laying on. She laughs and reaches for you with her little hands, desiring to be picked up and you oblige. You hold her in your arms. “You missed your mommy?” You ask in a teasing voice. “Mama!” She says again and you can’t help but smile. You put your babygirl back down and walk back into the kitchen. You do the dishes and glance at the transporter snail seated on the windowsill, you can call him. “Just promise me. You will call me if anything that brings you in danger happens. Please promise me.” You promised him, but the promise didn’t include telling him about a pregnancy right? You sigh, guilt plaguing your sould. You hate yourself for what you are doing for not giving your baby a father and complete family and for not telling him. He deserves to know, you repeat that to yourself day to day and still you cannot gather the courage to call him. To tell him.

You’re afraid.

It’s night. You cannot sleep, your now 5 month old daughter is deep asleep in her bed. You sit in the kitchen and stare at the letter you received. You cannot believe the sender. You’re scared to open. It’s from Benn. You cannot gather the courage to open the letter. Does he know of the baby? Did something happen? Are they coming for you? Is he just checking up on you? After one final sigh you take a deep breath and open the letter. It’s short. Relief washes over you as you recognise Benns handwriting, so it’s not from Shanks.

Dear Y/n,

I’m not good with formalities so I won’t ask how you’re doing. Not after what you did. I write this letter to let you know that Shanks is devastated. He drinks like never before, he’s truly a mess without you. We don’t know what to do to bring back our captain. The one who enjoyed life at sea. The one who wanted to explore the world and the one that loved you. He loved and still loves you, so I write this letter with one request. Call him. Bring us back the captain that we miss.

A shakky breath escapes you. He doesn’t hate you? You read over the letter a few more times. You start crying. You’re a mess, guilt eats you from the inside and so you collect yourself and go over to the kitchen. You take the transporter snail with you to the sofa. After a few minutes of hesitation you call. You don’t know what you will say. If you will tell him everything or not. You just want to give Benn what he asked. The seconds pass and you’re scared of him picking up. You wanna stop and just break off the call when suddenly you hear him picking up. Silence. Neither of you speaks, but you gather the courage. “Shanks?” You say in a shakky voice. “Yes? Y/n? Are you in danger?” Your heart fills with so much emotion when you hear his voice, tears escape your eyes. “No no, I’m fine.” You say in your shakky voice. “Are you crying?” He asks, he sounds tired. You can’t forgive yourself, you have to be honest with him. “Yes” “Why? What’s the matter?” You take a few deep breaths. “Uhm..how have you been doing?” You decide to ask him that, you truly want to know. “Well..I could lie and say I’m fine but I’m not. I miss you” silence again. You hear him shuffle and then you hear him purring liquid. “Please don’t drink” you say “Why not?” He asks as a dry chuckle escapes him. “Not like you really care..” he mutters and more tears escape you. “That’s not true” you say and hear him chuckle again. “Why did you leave me then ?” You knew you hurt him. Badly. You should have never left. “Shanks. I’m not calling to ask for forgiveness and for you to take me back. I think we both suffered from my dumb decision. I-“ he cuts you off. “Both? How did you suffer? Did you have fun alone? Met someone cute? Be honest are you calling out of pity?” You sigh. “Shanks, stop drinking please.” “Why? Not like you care.” You cry more at his words. You hurt him, so he tries to hurt you. “Shanks this is serious” you say still in a shakky voice. “Tell me then” he says and you take a few deep breaths. You stabilise your breathing. “Please don’t hate me.” You plead and he only hums. “You’re a father” Complete silence until his glass breaks you flinch from the sound. “Are you alright?” You ask Shanks. He doesn’t answer, you only hear him calling for Benn, then he hangs up. You’re in shock. Is he headed here? What is going on? Is he gonna take your daughter away? What is he planning. You walk to your daughters room. You lay in her baby bed once again. You hug her tight.

You’re scared.

Reposts are appreciated! <3

[rosyjn]

funny blowy in the car (sam worthington MDNI)

"oh shut up!" you giggle and playfully punch sam's shoulder. he cackles, throwing his head back. "hey! eyes on the road!" you scold, playfully squinting your eyes. australian 2010s pop plays softly on the radio, your dress blows in the wind from the cracked window, your feet rest in sam's lap while he drives through the middle of nowhere. your whole body is oriented towards him, your back facing the passenger's seat door.

"no but really! you were like 'augh! augh! please sam! thats it-' it's so cute!" he laughs again, this time looking down in his lap, shaking his head.

"well, you were all over me!" you try to defend yourself, cheeks getting red as you grow more flustered.

"of course i was, you were walking around in a tank top, no bra, pajama shorts-" he turns his head to you and counts every detail on his fingers. "you were fresh out the shower, hair was wet-" he rubs the top of his head, gesturing wet hair. "and your nipples were pokin' through your top!" his eyebrows are raised.

"i would think, in my own apartment-" you begin.

"OUR, OUR apartment," he turns to you again, pointing a finger at himself. you sigh in annoyance.

"OUR apartment, i would think in OUR apartment, where i live, i'd be able to look how i want without getting bent over the counter and fucked," you kick him playfully in his belly, causing him to tickle your feet. you quickly pull away, positioning yourself criss cross applesauce to protect yourself.

"not how it works, honey. not how it-" he shakes his head, tilting it back.

"agh!" you interrupt. "ever since i got married to you, ever since we moved in together, you're always so horny!" you laugh, watching sam's face to see his reaction. to your surprise, his smile fades a little.

"what do you mean, hon?" his eyes focus on the country road, not giving you the sly glances that were just painted on his face. your brows furrow.

"i mean, where in our home, have we not fucked? every table, i've been bent over. all the couches, laid down on. all the chairs, i've knelt in front of them. don't even get me started on the kitchen counter. whole place is full of sex," you remark.

"yeah, guess so," sam shrugs. "but one little mistake, you're associating all our fun, with the apartment. i'll fuck ya anywhere," there's no humor in his voice, he's being completely serious. you stare at him for a second, and then burst out laughing. like LAUGHING. your face grows so red and your abdomen begins to hurt.

"you're so funny," you lean back against the passenger's seat door, coming down from your high and clutching your stomach. he puts a second hand on the steering wheel, then pulls over, stopping the car completely. "what's wrong?" all the jokes fly out of your brain. instead, it grows full of worry.

"suck me off," he leans back in the driver's seat, fiddling with his belt before pulling off his pants, leaving you to see the print of his erection through his calvin kleins. you sigh, rejiggering your position to have your head over his dick. small giggles come out of his mouth as you move his underwear to pull out his boner.

“there you are!” you look up at him with his cock still in your hand. “i thought you were mad at me for saying you’re too horny!” you tell him. he squeezes his eyes shut, still giggling. when you open your mouth to lick his tip, he interrupts you.

“just laughing because you said ‘there you are!’ when you pulled my dick out!” he strokes your hair as you roll your eyes. “not mad at you, why would I be mad at you?”

“don’t know,” you reply before licking his tip, your tongue teasing the sensitive part. he exhales and closes his eyes again. you kiss it a little bit, getting saliva onto his length. your lips part and you push your head down onto his cock, the girth forcing your mouth open wide. your tongue presses against the back of his dick, and sam’s grip onto your hair grows tighter the further you go. when your nose is pressing up against his thigh, you pull away to breathe. a string of spit hangs off of your lip and reaches to his balls.

“good girl,” his accent is as thick as ever. you wipe your mouth and take a deep breath before taking him into your mouth again. you let out small noises every time his tip hits the back of your throat. he joins you, groaning at the sensation. soon, you start to get consistent, bobbing up and down with tight lips around his cock. a bitter, slightly salty liquid sprays into your throat. you swallow it all. it comes out inconsistently, surprising you every time with that warm feeling and egg white consistency.

“feel good?” you look up at him, a mix of his pre cum and your saliva coating your lips. he nods, unable to form a word. you smile at his status, then go back in to finish the job. he grunts and his breath speeds up. this might be the best blowjob you’ve ever given him. there’s something about this one that’s different from all the other times. maybe it’s because sam is letting you do the work instead of just mindlessly fucking your throat, slamming his dick into the back over and over again. of course, you’re both okay with that too.

“mm, nmph! god, gonna cum!” he whimpers, melting like putty over you. you make a noise in response, letting him know that you got the message. you speed up your movements, his dick throbbing and twitching with every new thing that you add. whether it’s swirling your tongue, holding still with his tip pressed into the back of your throat, or purposefully moaning with his cock in your mouth, so he can feel the vibration. he grips your head tightly.

a louder whimper comes out of his mouth as cum paints your tongue white. his seed comes out in little blasts, and you lick up every single one. he squirms as his orgasm washes over him, and you watch, proud of your work. you lick your lips clean before sitting upright, sticking your tongue out to show sam his cum.

“like it?” you gladly show the milky white liquid that coats your mouth. he looks over and smiles, still working to catch his breath, then nods and sticks his thumb up, indicating that it’s okay for you to swallow completely now.

“man, really made a mess outta me!” his eyebrows raise again, and he shakes his head in disbelief while looking down at his messy dick. you smile. “anyways, ready for your turn?” he asks.

[johaerys-writes]

WIP Wednesday

It's that time of the week! Now that I'm back from vacations I've been working on the next chapter of you're a walking disaster and yet-, which is very close to being finished (but augh, the heartbreak):

“So this is how it’s going to be now? You’ll just sit there by yourself and not talk to anybody?”

Patroclus glances up at Achilles, his humble lunch of bread and cheese forgotten in his hands. The sun blinds him and hurts his eyes. Achilles is glaring at him, arms folded before his chest. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set, a muscle playing at his temple. 

“Not anybody,” Patroclus says. “Just you.” 

“Well, too fucking bad, you’re talking to me right now. So just give up the act, okay? It isn’t funny anymore.”

Patroclus' anger flares hot. The fucking mouth on him. “Get out of my face, Achilles.” 

Achilles tsks, planting his feet even more firmly on the ground. “What did I even say to you, huh? What did I say? I just said—”

Patroclus doesn’t wait to hear the rest of it. He shoves his lunch back in his bag and gets up. Recess will be over soon anyway, he doesn’t have time for this pointless conversation. 

Achilles catches his arm. 

“Why are you being like this?” he asks, his voice hard, but Patroclus thinks he can detect a sharp and desperate edge there. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that. If you’d stayed for just one minute…” 

The words peter out into nothingness. When Patroclus doesn’t turn around to look at him, he lets out a shaky sigh. “Pat, come on,” he whispers. “Please.” 

This is the moment, Patroclus thinks. The moment to take the hair tie off his wrist and toss it at his feet, to trample it in the dust for good measure, to pay him back with the same coin. It would be so good if he could do that. It would only be fair. It would make him feel so much better about… all of this.  

The moment the thought crosses his mind, he knows it for the lie it is. He can’t do it. Can’t find it in his heart to cross that line. Maybe he’s just a coward deep down, soft and weak like his father always told him, but he doesn’t want to hurt Achilles, not even in retaliation. Whatever twisted fantasy he had of doing that tastes bitter now that he’s near him. Hurting him would only hurt Patroclus more. And deep down he knows that even though Achilles didn’t keep his promise, Patroclus is still so desperate to hold onto his own. So desperate for this, for him, that it shames him. 

“I have to go,” he mutters, before he can lose his nerve. He slips free of Achilles’ grasp and hurries back to the classroom, with minutes until the end of recess to spare. 

Tagging forth to @baejax-the-great @juliafied @vimlos @pinkfadespirit @elveny @mogwaei @figsandphiltatos @mary-aries @pikapeppa @midnightprelude @annalyia @gloriesunsung @darlingpoppet @darlingsart @elemmacil @peggy-sue-reads-a-book @crunchyncrumbly @sketchass @cosmicvoidance and anyone else who would like to share a snippet of their work, art or fic! (No pressure as always of course, this is just me saying hi 😁)

[realbeefman]

am i overthinking this….., but when house says i love u to wilson after he says that hes going to order extra pain meds for him…, is it because wilson is the only enabler in his life, because he needs that amount of enabling. because that pain haunts him, and they keep telling him its not about physical pain, BUT IT IS. even after rehab he still prescribes vicodin to house. because he loves him, because he hates to see him in pain. and house needs someone that maybe doesnt fully understand, but enables. because everyone keeps telling him to just get over it and go to therapy. and the pain is unbearable. and he does mean it . he fully does. he loves him for that. — sorry, this is all just rambling of a person in pain that loves enabling

yup yup yup 100% this is why he says that. im someewhat of a believer in there being a psychological component to house’s pain (since it’s been shown that when he’s in emotional distress his leg will hurt more) but i think either way you look at it, house’s reasons for saying he loves wilson in that scene are the same - wilson cannot bear to see his best friend in pain, and he’ll do anything he can to help him. hilson are incredible because they constantly violate each other’s boundaries but they always ALWAYS do it out of love. they want the best for each other and they’re both actively trying to will the other into submission (being happy and healthy) but. they can’t stand making the other upset at the same time… they’re sooo codependent this is why wilson is the only one who can match house. he wants to fix him but he knows he can’t do that without house also wanting to help himself and so he just loves and supports and enables him even as it’s killing him to watch his best friend hurtle down a destructive path over and over again..

i also love enablement please know i was biting my fist and kicking my feet while reading your ask.. they love each other soo much AUGH

[a-smol-storm-gt-blog]

Toothache (or well Supposedly)

Grian had been building, nothing out of the ordinary, well until Scar showed up. 

"Griiaaannnnn." Scar whined. The little fae jumped back, thankfully Scar saw this and caught grian in his hands. "Sorry about that." Scar giggled.

Grian shook himself and sat up meeting Scar’s eyes. "It's alright, so how are you doing?" 

"Pretty well, b-but uh-." Scar looked away seemingly embarrassed. "I- I have a toothache, a-and uh was w-wondering if you could help me out?" The elf smiled a bit at the end as if it was weird.

Grian sighed. "Alright." Grian bapped one of Scar's fingers. "It's what you get for eating all those cookies all the time." 

Scar laughed nervously. "I suppose it is."

“Alright big man, open up.” Grian patted gently on Scar’s bottom jaw. Scar opened his mouth, hitting the smaller fae with warm breath, causing him to pause. “You okay?” Scar asked. “Y-yeah sorry.” Grian stood up and sucked in a breath, his face a little red from embarrassment. First Grian just stuck his head in and looked around at first. “I- I can’t see anything.” “Fawrther bawk.” (farther back). Scar said, barely missing Grian’s face with his tongue. The little fae pulled back in surprise before looking back in with a groan. “Fine, I’m going in, please don’t do anything stupid?” the smaller builder asked. “Alrigh.” Scar said, opening his mouth a little wider. Grian made a slightly disgusted face before putting his hands on Scar’s teeth, he pressed down a little to test them. It didn’t hurt bad so he picked up a leg and gently set it on the elve’s bottom lip before pushing himself up. Standing up grian first put a hand on scar’s top teeth Grian pulled his other leg a bit forwards gently pressing a little under Scar’s tongue making grian let out a displeased augh. The fae brought his other foot in gently placing it on the tongue in front of him. He shivered again with displeasure and tried looking around. 

He squinted and when thinking he saw something kind of gray. So Grian moved towards it slowly, just as he got close enough to realize it was just a shadow, the light vanished. “Scar?” The little fae called, drawing out the elve’s name. “Where’d the light go?” Grian only had a second before Scar’s tongue was under him and pushing him up against the elven's hard palate. The smaller fae let out a gasp as the air was shot out of him. “You never had a tooth-ache did you.” Grian gasped out, Scar chuckled confirming the builder’s suspicions. Grian smacked at Scar’s tongue, not enough to hurt the elf though. “I hate you.” Grian huffed. “Now you dowwnnt.” Grian let out nervous gasps every time he was lifted up and down again. “You’re right, I hate this though sooo let me out????” The fae tried, Scar just laughed, again. Grian went to say something again but was cut off by a long slow lick. The little fae bit back a gag and grumbled a little trying to get the spit off his face. “Ewww really?” “Hmmmm?” “You licking my face.” Grian’s face was licked really quickly after that. “WHYYYY!” He shouted, batting at the elve’s tongue. Scar giggled, “becaws youw taste good.” Grian flinched at that, and the elf didn't mention if he felt it. Not much later though grian was dropped gently to the bottom of Scar’s mouth, the larger tongue on him in seconds keeping him down there. Grian pushed up a bit testing Scar’s hold, in which the larger pushed back so the fae didn’t fight it, he didn’t really have a reason to right then. Or well he thought for a moment, because when putting his arm down Grian saw how much of it was covered in a small spit pool that was forming. The fae’s hair stood up and in a quick moment Grian pushed the tongue up trying to get out from under it. He almost did, but Scar caught Grian's feet, sending him down on the ground. Before the smaller fae could move, Scar's teeth opened and he was pressed into the elve’s cheek, Scar's tongue keeping him there. Grian did his best to fight it but he was in such a hard and weird position, so he gave up. Pressed into scar’s cheek being licked. Well until scar got bored. Grian was pulled back out heaving for air. Scar chuckled causing the fae to kick out. Then the elf hummed, a familiar hum to Grian, but one that wasn’t good. A shiver ran down the smaller builders back and Scar opened his mouth a little letting grian get a good look at the outside world. Grian moved forwards a bit just to feel Scar’s head moved upwards, lips closed and a squishy muscle forcing him back. The fae tried to grab onto anything but in a couple seconds he was squashed securely into the elf's throat. Grian kicked out but a strong swallow cut off his movements. A pleased humm escaped Scar’s throat making the small fae shiver. Then another swallow forced him down even farther. After a few more Grian was moved into a more open space. “Enjoy your stay in Scar-land.” The elf joked; Grian just rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine.” Grian huffed but still smiled.

[kit-williams]

Captain John Price

Demon name: Jocnr Hpie Born: Unknown *Unlike the other Bloodthirsters in the group we managed to interview he is very tight lipped.* -Demonologist [REDACTED]

Notable feature: Bone growths around the sides of its head and mouth that give him a "beard" or facial hair type of appearance. Also the fact that smoke seems to billow out of his mouth just like that one hive noble that could never stop smoking. -Agent [REDACTED] who was reprimanded for gaining access to the Demonologists documents *You're not saying that I'm wrong sir* **FURTHER REPREMANDING** *** He also liked wearing this weird hat I think it was Agent [REDACTED]'s old fishing hat?***

He has a habit of referring to the lower ranks under his care as his 'kids' or 'team'. Usually will help Handler [REDACTED] corral the Initiates to where they need to go which has caused confusion amongst the lower ranks as they think Jocnr is an Agent.

[AUDIO LOG] + Sound of bones popping and a deep inhale+ = You hurt one of my kids= Jocnr taking a drag of his cigar =My lord we're simply trying to free you from the corpse worshipers!= Unknown cultist, groveling +Annoyed huff+ =Do you believe me to be so weak I cannot break these bindings myself?= Jocnr clearly using his true voice. The groan in the background is Initiate [REDACTED] barely alive by this point but this is when the blood vessels in their nose and ears ruptured. +Foot steps moving+ =My Lord wait! AUGH= +Sounds of flesh against stone before the sounds of bone breaking and the wet slap of most likely viscera. Splatter and a sigh, at this time Initiate [REDACTED] groans again+ =Kiddo?= +Feet moving rapidly+ =Hey there Kiddo you're gonna be alright I've got you!= +A grunt as at this time cameras will show Jocnr carrying Initiate [REDACTED]+ [END AUDIO LOG]

*We need to study further why Jocnr so easily bonds to squads he's apart of* -Inquisitor [REDACTED] **Granted** Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]

Demonhost: Another that has lax host standards but hosts that are around 1.8 to 2 meter's tall are his preferred; 90+ kg; late 30's to early 40's; and prefers hosts with military backgrounds. If those standards are met he can inhabit a body for several months up to a year. They all shift in the same way they'll all grow a beard in the same pattern as his demonic one and their faces will shift to look similar which is how lower ranks have been confused as he appears the same in every body. Skin color will lighten and hair will turn to a greying brown. His eyes normally are a molten brass (as most other Khorne demons) but Initiates have said his eyes are blue. Keeps his hair short and his beard trimmed.

[magnuficent76]

Blease tell me more about like Jonah and Melaines relationship how'd they get together? Who started? What's their relationship been like over time?

Whenever I see those two together I'm like yeas... That's them two (puts them next to each other like two rocks)

GAAAAAHHH YOUUU !!! GIVES YOU 1000 BOOBOO BEARS. OUGH... These are good questions let me get my LORE HAT. 👒

Okay so !!!!!

They first meet in a really...non ideal way, with Jonah almost dying after being careless and falling off a cliff, but luckily Melaine was nearby travelling with a couple other doctors. It was a less than optimal situation, but they help him back on his feet. I'd call it love at first sight but the most he saw was just a blur of a lady asking him questions so he didn't pass out, so I'll say it was destiny instead. They were both 18ish and real stupid <333 They started bumping into each other way more after that, and at some point began a little friendship in the wastes. Jonah flirted with Melaine first but never really made a move on her, or even tried to get her to flirt back. It was mostly him joking around and using the worlds cheesiest pickup lines for fun. She thought it was charming however and started actually flirting with him. So now he's just like "🕴🏿augh." [Not actually as smooth as he seems and cannot for the fucking life of him take what he dishes out]. It was just a fling for that moment though, since Jonah was too busy thieving and running around from bandits and Melaine had her patients to care for, so their relationship ends up on the backburner.

When they're in their early twenties though, they finally make some time for each other and start getting more serious about everything. Jonah gets injured in minor ways to go see her in the new hospital she works at, and although she knows he's being reckless and stupid for that, it's reckless and stupid in a charming way <3. She's so obsessed with this weird little freak who keeps coming in with the weirdest injuries just to see her again, and she starts doing the same by meeting him out of the hospital in his outposts and other work spots. . . Until she sees him badly injured in said work spots and goes fucking apeshit. Legally as a healer She's not SUPPOSED to hurt anybody with scalpels, but hey, just try to fucking stop her while in stabbing range. Her insane combat skills make Jonah swoon and sigh dreamily. She's so passionate about everything, and the fact she can take on so many people at once without breaking a sweat, leaving them all alive on the ground but unable to get to her, all while having that murderous rage in her eyes... it just leaves him like [Heart eyes] uehehe. Oh doc you're so cool ♡ [bleeding out].

She scolds him for being reckless and almost dying while patching up his wounds [again] and he's just. So lovestruck. Now that he's seen this other side of her and it drives him kind of crazy. From there on they both see each other more often, do more things for each other, get them presents, up until it culminates in Jonah being like "oh doctor you ever hear the joke about hospital food haha.a..... its not great.... so.... hey.... why don't you let me cook for you, right ?" [Love confession]. And they're finally official from there ♡♡♡♡ The obssession is so mutual and they're both so normal about it [lie]

The adventure from Jonah's life combined with his bright eyed hopeful ideas even in the face of so much hardship everywhere just charmed her beyond words, and it helped her keep pushing in the darkest of hours. He was a man who struggled in a planet filled with danger in every corner, and yet he remained so kind, no matter the situation he found himself in. It inspired her to do the same. As for Jonah.. well, Melaine's ever gracious self was just impossible for Jonah not to love. There was something so incredible about her that he never could explain. Something about how she was always so blunt, so endlessly patient but never to a point where she would allow someone to ignore her authority, how she always held herself as someone with a very noble goal, but still remained kind and helpful for the people who needed her help... She was an angel on earth to him. Someone so admirable, so good hearted, yet with the skill and speed of a trained soldier, never letting her guard down, willing to do anything to protect what she believed in... what a woman ♡

Their relationship has always been based on both mutual admiration and in slight obsession with each other in like, a soul mate kind of way, but they worked it out and it became much more healthy don't worry. They're both endlessly attracted to each other, everything about the other is perfection incarnate and they'll accept no less than that. Even after they reunite, they're still helplessly in love, like they never left at all... they're soooo everything coded ♡ [<- so normal right now]

They're in bisexuals with each other your honour

[tezzbot]

Part way through ep 2 of prime but I have to liveblog I'm goinvg CRAZY

When it cut back to Nine I was like ?? Is Shadow still fighting down there??? I forgot they put him in the pit HDJDGF

NEW YOKE KNUCKLES I LOVE HIM

"You know what? You keep talking, Doc, and my Fist will be Affront to ya Face." [Very gently taps his own cheek]

PIRATE AMY HIDING BEHIND CYBORG AMY.... SISTORS...

Mangey??? MANGEY???? YO. YO GET YOUR DOG???? WHERE IS HE G

OH!!!! HEEHEHEEE PUPPYYYYYY SMART PUPPY.... HES SO PROUD OF HIMSELF

I will not lie the floating hologram is so fucking funny to me GDKDGDF NINE BABY I'M SO SORRY I CANNOT TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY UP THERE

MANGEY..... I LOVE HIMFBHDSF HES SO PUPPY oh hi reused animation lmfao Unless it's bc I saw it in the trailers 10 times... maybe...

Ouhghh

HES SO FUCKING BIG IT’S SO FUNNYYYY

I AM SOOOO OBSESSED WITH NEW YOKE KNUCKLE'S VOICE

AAAOUHGHH MANGEY..... HELPING HIM HELPING HIM

Of course it's a Tails and a Knuckles that rusb to Sonic's side of course of course Team Sonic for literally ever

THE PIRATES???? WHY ARE THEY STILL OUT THERE?????????

Okay ep 3

What the....

THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH WAAAA

GDJDGEJSF me when my memories are 16bit

Wait where Did Dread go...?

It's been a minute since I watched s2 GDJDF

YALL STOP PRAYING FOR MY GRANDPA HE'S GETTING TOO POWERFUL

Renegade Knux I fucking love you forever and ever

OH WAIT DREAD IS THERE. MISS THING IS JUST SAT IN THE CORNER LMFAO

God I love animation.

I will not lie the teen doctor eggman is so fun to me I like him GDJDF

RENEGADE CALLING SONIC 'BLUE'......

LETS GOOOOOOO GIRLS NIIIGHHHT

HE CANT SWIM. GET YOUR FEET DOWN. GET YESSS ATTABOY GOOD BOY GOOD BOY

Sails... u r so cuteful....

AAOUUHH THE WAVE.... AND THE LITTLE SMILE RUSTY ROSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING

AAWUWHHH FROGGYYYYYY

These fucking birds scream and shake their heads like a fnaf jumpscare

OUHHHH SONIC ON YHE BACK OF BIRDIE WITH THAT AMY WHOS NAME I FORGOR THATS SO CUTE

GO GRANDPAAAA

PIGEONS.....

I just noticed the stupid little gears in Nine's shoes.... girl what.... HDJDGD

Nine...... :((((

EHHEEHEHEEEE THE SHAKE

RENEGADE SHOULD GET TO BEAT UP EVERY LAST EGGMAN AFTER THIS

New Yoke Knuckles and Rouge besties literally forever and ever

Everyone in that room like who the fuck is Shadow GDJFD

MY CUP OF CHILI....

THE BABY TALKING GIBBERISH LITERALLY MAKES THAT SEQUENCE "Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, ??????, Profit."

SONIC.........

NOOOO THEY ALL LOVE HIM SM......

Shadow still in that hole lmfao

I still love Nine's outift

GODDD THIS HURTS......

AAOUUHGGHGHH

"Lov a good chili Dawwwggg"

GIRRRLLLLL. TEAR HIM TO SHREEEDDDSS DAMN.

Suicide pact

My silly little space

NINE.....

SSONIICCCCC RRAAAAGGGHH

W

WHAT.

THEY EVEN GOT DREAD UP FOR IT WHAT THE HELL

NOOOO NONONO

NINE NOOOOO

OH GOD.

Ep4....

Oh god.

AW WAIT. WAAAIIITTT

NINE........

Okay Elsa we get it.

HIS PHOTOCOPIER

OUHHH HE'S LEARNING....

AAAAAAAAWWGHHH SIIICCKKKK SICK SICK SICK

MANGEY YOU'RE EVERYTHING

THE GROUND POUND....

Peepaw at it again

OHHHH THE TAILSES.... THEY HAVE A PLAN LITTLE SHITS....

HELLO???? NINE WHAT THE HELL????

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA THEY BUILT A FUCJINF BOMB?????

Wait. WAIT??? WHAT HAPPENED? DID THEY DIE???????? WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD??????? IM . IM GOBSMACKED. They wont be. They aren't.

REBEL'S EARS.... ANIMATION I LOVE Y

THIS SHOW IS STILL SO FUNNY

Hes WAAIITTIIINNNGG (<-stupid)

No really who is this.

Shadow is still. In a hole. DVJDFSG

FUCK EM UP BIG

If Nine has his eyes on Sonic why is Sonic hanging out with the groups who are trying to sneak up on Nine... VDJDFSJF

CATFISH?????

Sittadul

NINE... AAUHGH

AAAUUHGGGGHG BIGBOT BIG BOT BIGBOT

FROGGY MISSILES

"FROGGY?" AND CUT TO BLACK THAT GOT ME SO BAD. I LITERALLY GUFFAWED THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHOT IN THE WHOLE SHOW

EP5

THERES SO MANYYYFYGDHX

THE BIGBOTS BIG OLD TAIL.....

AUGH THE ANIMATIONS GOING CRAZY

You Are Just A Little Boy In A Chair....

GOOD GOD. This is so much.

THE HOLE

Grandpa you've made that joke 5 times now

HERE HE COMES. I KNOW IT.

YEEAAAAAGHHHHHH

We Are Not. Related.

GIRL YOU HAVE JET BOOTS

OKAY. ALRIGHT. OKAY. WORD CHOICE. BUT OKAY. HDJRHDJDGDJG

HE LITERALLY JUST JET BOOTED OUT OF THEM

PHHH THE MUSIC

VOLLEYBALLL

Left him hanging...HE HIGH FIVED HIMSELF

SONIC IS SOOOO CUTE..... HIS LITTLE FAAACEE.... I LOVE YOU SONIC HEDGEHOG

THE AMYS..... FOREVVEERRR

SISTERRRRSSSS

Amy Underground. Start a band NOW

AHAHAHAAAAAA FUCK YEESSSSS

GDJDGSJSF Shadow is like Do Not Fucking Touch Me

OUGH THAT POSE ON NINE...HES SO CREEEPYYYY I LOVE IT IM OBSESSED

OUGH. HOIUHGHH

THE ANIMATIOOONNN

HES SO TIRED....

Dr deeps legs: shattered lmfao

POV BEATING SHADOW UP

NO SONIC NOOO

FUCK!!!!!!!!

EP6

God. Just everyone...

Girl you're gonna hurt yourself......

HES GONNA DIEGDJDHHD

OH MY GOD. ITS FREE ROADS

A SHIELD TOO

AHHAHAHAHAHAA Splat :D HES SO CUTE

He needs an ibuprofen

Nine... he's hurting himself.......

WERE TEHY PLAYING DEAD. LMFAOOO

Oh god he's shaking

YOU ARENT GOING ANYWHERE.

Oh god. Hi Bigbot..

OH MY GOD. NINES ANIMATIONS I LOVE HOW IN SANE HE LOOKS

LETS!!!! FUCKING!!!! GOOOOOOOO!!!! RENEGADE I LOVE YOOUUUU

LETS GO KNUCKLES SONIC TEAM UP LETS GO

THIS HAS GOT TO BE SAILS AND MANGEY IT HAS TO BE THAT CATBOTS GOT THAT DOG IN HIM

FUCK YEEAEAAAAAGGGHHHHH

MANGEYS LITTLE TONGUE.... GOODBOYS

Dread...... Dread no....

KILL THIS CLOWN. WHO EVEN ARE YOU RACCOON FREAK

CAPTAIN ROSE AAAAAA

That birdie just out in the battlefield. Chilling

LETS GO SHADOOOWWW

Uh oh lol

OH MY GODDDVJDGHDHD HE JUST FUCKGINB BLEW IT UP

TYYAAEEEAAAHAHHH I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!!!

THE CHORAL MUSIC????? SEPHIROTH...

Ohhh Nine is trying to destroy the stabilisers...

HERE WE GO.... LAST ONE...

Ep7

HE SET IT UP SO SONIC COULD LIVE WITH HIM IM GONNA BE SICK

GOD. THEY JUST WONT LET SONIC TALK WITH THIS KID HUH

AOUGH....

BABBEL..... Why does that baby have a full set of veneers

GOOD LORD.

Edgelord....

THIS IS LIKE CANDY TO ME VDDJGDDJF

OHHHHG NINE.... NOT EVEN A WORD.. JUST A HUG

THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT SHADOW HELP MEEWE

Shadow incredibly cunt

YAAAAYYYY YOU BLUE BUFFOON

HE HAS A PERMIT HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS

God. Trows up.

Very very good show. That ending was. slightly disappointing, there was no like... cooldown it felt slightly abrupt BUT. Good Show I loved it so much<333

[andre8398]

A Hit and a Miss

-Yoyogi Academy (Baseball Field)

"BALL!" Kyuma drops the bat as he runs to first base as he hits his fourth ball.

THUMP

He seems unconstrained as the timer counts down. He can't keep his mind off of what happened at the hospital the afternoon prior.

THump THUmp

He was terrified, he thought he was gonna be reprimanded and yelled at, then why? "Why did he smile?"

-At the Hospital a few days prior

Thump Thump Thump

Ryugo's footsteps make the ground shake. Even with Mineaki's help it seemed like it was difficult to walk. Kyuma felt guilty for not being able to calm down his senior and for letting her use his baseball at all. Regardless he can't change the past, so he was prepared to accept the consequences.

THump THUmp THUMP

……….

Kyuma is trembling as the Giant student looms above him. A sense of dread fills the room as Ryugo reaches for Kyuma.

Everyone in the room felt uneasy as the intentions of the student were unknown, yet Durga and David were about to try to make a move. An expressionless Ryugo had his hand on Kyuma's head.

Rustle Rustle

Huff

"Hey, it's ok. Nothing to worry about kiddo."

Ryugo said with a weak smile as he rustled Kyuma's hair.

"W-what.. but we caused-"

"Don't beat yourself up about it. Things happen, the important thing is no one got hurt" Mineaki gives Ryugo a look of worry as he says those words. "and you both are taking responsibility for your actions. So don't worry." Ryugo's weak smile becomes more genuine and warm, leaving Kyuma and Durga baffled.

Thud

"Huh? What's tha…………

For a second the world grows silent.

-Yoyogi Academy (Baseball Field)

Kyuma snaps out of his thoughts at this silence as realizes that the game is over, his team had won and he is on his way to line up with the rest of his team.

"It's over already?" Kyuma questions himself as he tries to figure out what had just happened. Kyuma then goes to ask a teammate what happened after the game.

"Yea, It was crazy. You start to play like you were a pro, it was almost like you were possessed." Kyuma's teammates says with a twinkle in his eye.

Kyuma realizes what has happened and thanked his teammates as he finished changing. "Did you help me out, David?" A small child shepherd clings to his shoulder and nods. "I see, Thank you. Let's go meet up with Durga and Ryugo."

-A while later in a Clearing

"This is the right spot, right Dav- Aauh!" Kyuma questions as he sees no one around. However before Kyuma could finish his question he is lifted and taken away by a Red Dragon.

SKREEE!

The Dragon gleefully Skrees as he looks at Kyuma.

"WOW! YOU GOT BIG QUICK, PYRE!" Kyuma exclaims as Prye takes Kyuma into the mountains. As a clearing comes into view the dragon slows down. As Kyuma and Prye get closer to the clearing they see Ryugo and Durga sparring. Ryugo dodges and parries every one of Durga's attacks. "So they're at it again?" Kyuma sighs as the red dragon lands and gently puts Kyuma on the ground.

"WHY .. CAN'T….. UGH LAND…. A.. SHOO- WOAHHHH!" Durga gets thrown into a bush after a failed attempt to attack Ryugo from behind. "Augh… you're hurt, how are you still able to dodge and block my attacks?"

"It doesn't take much energy to dodge an attack, plus your attacks aren't that strong without that black energy stuff you used before. So I can block your attacks." Ryugo explains coldly as Durga springs into action again.

"AUHHHHHHH!"

Durga jumps and launches a spin kick. In the blink of an eye Ryugo plants his feet in the ground and places his arm in a defensive position.

THUD!

Ryugo is unmoved like a pillar standing firm. Suddenly using the momentum of the spin Durga launches a second kick. Even with the larger amount of force Ryugo still holds his ground. Time starts to slow until it feels like it stops completely.

Ryugo's eyes widen as something flashes through his mind. A young girl stands before him in a fighting stance.

"This time I'll take you down, Big Bro." she says as she begins

ryu..

"What was that?" Ryugo thought to himself and panicked.

ryugo……

"Who was that girl? She looked familiar."

Ryugo……….

"Was that a memory?"

RYUGO!

Ryugo opens his eyes and sees Kyuma over him.

"Kyu- ma?" Ryugo says as he slowly gets up, with Kyuma helping him. "What happened?"

"You looked like you were in a daze, and seeing her Durga struck you in the neck and knocked you out. She then said she "needed to go meet with the track coach about the next track meet." Kyuma tells Ryugo, with a worried expression.

"Hmmm I see. Well at least that's over. That tigress is relentless." Ryugo says with a bit of relief in his voice. "So, Kyuma, how was your game? Oh, and I hope Prye didn't scare ya."

Kyuma looks shocked at Ryugo, his senior was knocked out cold yet he acts like it was nothing. "That's what you're worried about Senpai?"

"Yea, I wasn't hurt and got a nice nap out of it. So I don't think it matters."

Kyuma looks at Ryugo baffled and just sighs at his seniors' cold and almost emotionless reply.

"I was surprised she got so big so quickly." Prye screeches in joy as Kyuma pets her head causing her to purr a bit. "Oh and the game was alright, I got a bit distracted but it worked out in the end."

"Well good. And sorry for making you come all the way out here into the mountains. I didn't know another place with enough space for Durga and me to spar."

"I-it's alright Senpai, it's nice to be in an open area with lots of room to move around, to bad that it looks like it's starting to get dark."

"Hmm alright then. How about you call Dr. Mineaki and ask him if it's ok to stay a bit after curfew? That way we can get a bite to eat." Ryugo gives a small smile, as David tugs on Kyuma's shirt with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Alright, hopefully he says yes" Kyuma says a he walks away looking for some signal. Pyre tags along to help.

After a while Kyuma is out of sight. Ryugo slowly gets up and goes over to a giant boulder, he slowly picks the boulder up. After adjusting its position he starts to do some squats. Some time passes and Ryugo finishes his squats and starts to other exercises while a shadowy figure stares from behind a tree hidden.

"48……. 49……. 50……. Guagh!" Ryugo finishes his final set as he chucks the boulder in the direction of the figure. Though just as he was about to walk over to where the boulder was.

"SKREEEE!" Ryugo heard Pyre call as Kyuma's group flies back

"Ah good your back, what he say?" Ryugo asks as he approaches the three. As the shadowy figure clings on to the tree terrified relived the boulder didn't hit him.

"He was surprisingly alright with it, he said just get back to the dorms safe and don't push yourself too hard with the physical reconditioning. Whatever that means?" Kyuma says, wondering, Ryugo chuckles slightly.

"Don't worry about it, let's go eat! Oh and Pyre I left you some extra meat at your nest, thanks for your help oh and tell the others i said hi!" Ryugo says as he and Kyuma wave goodbye to Pyre as the wyvern flies away.

"Now, my turn." Ryugo steps back from Kyuma and takes a deep breath.

Ryugo's body starts to shine as energy envelops his body. Ryugo grows slightly in size as horns, wings and a tail made from pure energy grow from Ryugo. A shocked Kyuma stares in disbelief.

"SO COOL! I didn't know you could do that senpai?!" Kyuma exclaims. "You kinda look like Wakan senpai when your like that." The shadow figure sneezes as he wonders what Kyuma just said Ryugo noticing but ignores it.

"It's not something I can do a whole lot since I'm still recovering but I should be fine for now. I think I'll call it my dragonborn form." Ryugo says as he hugs Kyuma tightly to make sure nothing happens to him.

"Alright let's goooo……" Ryugo says as he takes off into the city…………

[sergeantsporks]

Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 18/?: Reminisce

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6 , Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

Jason heard the car rumble above him, and he rolled out from under it, popping to his feet. “Augh! Don’t run over anything!”

Camila screamed in the driver’s seat, putting a hand to her chest and rolling down the window. “Were you under there?!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry—” Jason gathered up his library book and flashlight from under the car. “I lost track of time, I didn’t realize you were going to pick up Luz!”

Camila let out a sigh. “Put a sign in the windshield next time? You could have really gotten hurt!”

“Sorry,” Jason repeated.

“What are you doing, anyway? Not scavenging my car for door parts, I hope.”

“No, no. Not…” Jason twisted his thumbs around each other. “I was thinking I could help out? Financially, I mean. If I could get a job as a mechanic, or—”

“Oh—Jason, you don’t have…” Camila took a deep breath. “That’s very sweet of you. But most places are going to ask a… lot of questions. About where you were born, who your parents are, your ID… I don’t know if you can feasibly…”

“Well, we have to figure that out, don’t we? If…” Jason’s lip wobbled, and he bit it. “It’s just… we’ve been here a while, and we haven’t made any headway on getting back, so—so—I’m an adult, and I figure I should find a way to help you, because if we’re going to keep staying here…” Jason twisted the bottom of his T-shirt in his hands. “I… I don’t know if we can get back from this side, which means we might have to wait for someone on the other side to reach over, and they’d have to know we were here, which… Phoenix knows where we are, so if he escaped, he could—but he’d have to have escaped, and… I want to help out is the bottom line. You’ve done so much for us, taken care of us for months—”

“And I’ll keep taking care of you as long as you need. Until you can figure something out from this side, or until someone on the other side reaches out.”

“But how long can you keep doing that?” Jason shook his head. “Feeding us, the clothing, the pieces for the door—”

“Hey. Hey! Your parents took care of twenty-five kids. I think I can handle seven.” She put a hand on his cheek. “Okay?”

“Okay. But if I can help—”

“I’ll let you know.” Her thumb brushed just under his eye. “Ay. Were you up all night again? Your eyes look like you got punched.”

Jason shrugged.

“Jason. You can’t help anyone if you’re not taking care of yourself. I swear, you and Luz are two peas in a pod, sometimes. Speaking of which, I’ve got to go pick her up. Take a nap, Jason. Car’s going somewhere.”

“Okay,” he grumbled.

Camila backed out of the driveway, and Jason went back inside, locking the door behind him. The kids were at the portal door house again, so the Noceda household was near silent.

It made Jason’s skin crawl. He hadn’t been somewhere this quiet since his golden guard days.

Still, the background hum of the refrigerator provided enough noise in the silence that when he sat down on the couch and opened his book again, his head started to nod, and the book tumbled from his hands.

Jason!

“Jason!”

Something shook Jason violently, and he started awake, rolling off of the couch and tripping over his own feet before finally stabilizing. “I’m up!” he yelped, “I’m awake, what’s wrong, I’ve got it!”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Hunter assured him quickly, “Well—Amity might have twisted her ankle falling in a hole Flapjack made, but nothing’s wrong wrong.”

Jason rubbed his eyes. “What’s happening?”

Amity held out a little red box. “Look! It was in the floorboards of the h—”

Jason snatched the box out of her hands. “This is Mom’s!” he blurted out, heart pounding in his chest, “This is Mom’s box!”

“I knew it had to do something with the demon realm!” Amity crowed.

“What do you mean, it’s your mom’s box?” Gus asked, taking it out of Jason’s hand and turning it over.

“There’s—” Jason ran a hand through his hair. “We have boxes like these in the house, Mom uses them to hold potion ingredients or seeds mostly. This is… what is it doing here?!”

“Not to freak you out even more,” Amity said slowly, “but there was something inside.”

“WHAT?!”

Amity held out a scroll. “It’s some kind of… we don’t know. There’s pictures and writing, but we can’t make heads or tails of it. Any ideas?”

Jason took the scroll, shaking his head as he turned it around and around in his hands. “I… Uh…” He rubbed his eyes again. “Sorry, doesn’t look familiar. I mean, give me longer with it, maybe I can figure something out, but… have you shown it to Luz yet? Is she home from school?”

Amity shook her head. “We want to make sure it’s not a dead end before we get her hopes up.”

“Do you know how to convince the car to take us to town yet?” Gus piped up, “We’re going to check in town for clues tomorrow.”

“Do I… I can’t drive. No.” Jason moved to the kitchen, holding the scroll up to the light. “Mmmmmmm…

Amity and Hunter glanced at each other, and the kids all went outside. Their voices were muffled, but Jason could still hear them through the door.

“I told you we shouldn’t tell him, either,” Hunter’s voice said, “He’s going to obsess over it.”

“And he’ll stay up all night studying it,” Gus agreed, “We didn’t want to tell Luz because we didn’t want to get her hopes up for another dead end, but he might be just as disappointed.”

“We woke him up for it, too.”

“Sorry,” Amity sighed, “I just…” Her voice dropped even further, and Jason had to strain to hear. “You saw how he reacted to the box. It’s starting to get kind of obvious that you two’s… dad? Was neck deep in all of this portal business. If anyone has some kind of subconscious clue or hint, it’ll be him.”

Jason rolled up the scroll.

Great. Instead of taking care of them, I’ve just made them all worry. Good going, Jason.

When they came back in, Jason handed the scroll back to Amity. “We’ll work on it tomorrow?”

“Yeah. We’ll work on it tomorrow.”

Xxx

Jason circled the house, but it was more routine than an actual patrol at this point. There was nothing in peaceful suburbia that would hurt them, there hadn’t been anything (except for a swarm of bees) that had even tried.

Jason rubbed his eyes, and took one last look out into the darkness.

Blue eyes blinked back.

Jason ran towards them, scooping up a big stick as his feet thumped across the ground. The blue eyes were gone, but he could hear rustling in the bushes, and he charged towards the sound, following it into the forest.

Jason kicked at a bush as the rustling stopped.

A raccoon lunged out, hissing, and bit his foot, its eyes shining a reflective blue in the light of Jason’s flashlight. Jason yelped, hopping up and down and shaking his foot to dislodge the creature before it could bite through his shoe. It let go, skittering off into the trees.

Jason shook his foot. Didn’t seem like the raccoon had managed to break skin, at least. He sighed, making his way back towards the house.

There’s nothing out there.

If he were still alive, he’d have done something by now.

Every time you look, there’s nothing there.

You’re just swinging at shadows.

Jason followed Gus down the basement stairs, opting to walk all the way down the stairs rather than swing off of the beam like Gus did. Hunter was sitting on the side, a machine humming as he fed cloth through it.

“Whoo!” Gus cheered as he landed perfectly on the couch, “We’ve got a big day ahead of us, so I’m going to buenas this noches!”

Jason’s nose crinkled. I don’t think that’s how that phrase works.

Hunter nodded, focused on the cloth in the machine. “Mhm. Ow!” He shook his hand.

Gus sat up. “You okay? That sounded… painful.”

Hunter waved a hand. “I’ve been training in the emperor’s coven for as long as I can remember. I think I can handle a little—”

Jason opened his mouth to warn him that his hand was heading right for the needle, but too late. Hunter squeaked.

“pain!” he yipped, biting his lip.

Gus hissed. “Oooo, that went clean through.” He wrapped Hunter’s finger up in a bandage. “Awwwwwwww, what was it you said, Jason? Healing is feeling?”

“Give his finger a kiss,” Jason suggested with a grin, “It’ll heal faster.”

Hunter snatched his hand away as Gus made an exaggerated kissy face. “Don’t you dare, that is so unsanitary!” He scuttled back towards the machine. “Camila taught me how to use this sewing contraption! Even Darius’ stitches have never been this neat!”

Jason’s grin faded at the mention.

Did Darius make it out okay?

Titan, I hope so, or Phoenix will be crushed.

“Oh, and look at what I made!” Hunter continued. He held up a shirt that was absolutely COVERED in images of the same creature. It looked almost like the balls of fluff and slobber Jason had seen on the end of leashes around Camila’s neighborhood, but bigger and more dangerous. “These are mystical beasts called wolves! And I love them.”

“Oh, I’ve read about wolves in some of the books dad got from the human realm!” Jason piped up, “They were usually villains that eat grandmas, though.”

Hunter gasped, holding his shirt closer to his chest. “Wolves are amazing and they are misunderstood creatures unfairly villainized by small-minded humans! They would never eat your grandma! Unless she deserved it!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you. They were just stories.”

“The shirt looks great,” Gus soothed Hunter. The younger boy tilted his head. “You know, you’ve been smiling a lot more since we’ve been here.”

Jason settled down into his sleeping bag while Hunter shook his head. “It’s not like I don’t want to return! I just… need a way to pass the time! That’s all.”

“No. It’s good to see you happy.” Gus pulled the blankets over himself. “One of us might as well be,” he followed up gloomily.

Jason turned over, facing the opposite wall.

Is he happier here?

Well, of course he was. He’d only been a way from Belos for a few days in the demon realm, he’d hardly gotten time to breathe and enjoy his freedom.

But what if he was happier here? What if he didn’t want to go back? What if, even if they made a working door, Hunter stayed in the human realm?

You said you’d support him, no matter what he chose.

So do that.

Still.

“What was it like in the Emperor’s coven?” Gus asked softly.

Jason heard a sigh from Hunter. “I trained a lot. I studied a lot. I wasn’t really allowed to be around the other scouts. But weekends were nice! I got to leave the castle for missions.”

There hadn’t really been a “coven” or “scouts” when Jason had been the golden guard. The Empire hadn’t been anything more than a concept. But he remembered long nights keeping watch, with nothing but the stars and rampant paranoia about every sound to keep him company. He remembered staying close to Uncle Belos’ side on the few trips into town, he remembered being told not to talk to any witches on those outings. Not even stall vendors.

When they’d camped closer to a town, Jason would watch it in the night. He’d see flickering fires, and occasionally hear shouts or music. He’d never doubted that Uncle Belos was keeping him safe by keeping him separate, but sometimes, he wished he could go down where the fires and music were. Sometimes, he even invent a whole story about a threat he’d chased from the camp to the town. In case he actually went, and needed an excuse.

“Do you miss it?” Gus asked.

“I miss knowing who I’m supposed to be.”

Jason’s heart clenched in his chest.

It had almost been nice to have a destiny, for as long as it had lasted.

“I miss my dad,” Gus said softly.

Yeah. Me too.

Jason started to roll over to face them again, when Hunter spoke again.

“We’ll make it back. We have to.”

Gus gasped. “Oh my titan! That’s a line from this book I found. Cosmic Frontier! It’s a story that takes place in the stars!”

Hunter snorted. “Why would anyone wanna go up there?”

“I don’t know. Humans love spreading their junk everywhere. But it’s a story of people trying to get back home, just like us!”

“Uh-huh.”

Jason rolled over the rest of the way to face them, head propped up on his hand. “Yeah?”

“We got Captain Avery, Security Officer Quando, and a Chief Engineer O’Bailey who’s hiding as a clone from an enemy planet!”

Jason poked Hunter. “Sounds familiar.”

“Ha, ha. What, uh. What happens to him?”

Gus grinned, wiggling his eyebrows theatrically and opening a closet door. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Hunter shrugged, wriggling under his sleeping bag with the flashlight and the book. Jason turned off the light, and Gus’ breathing slowly evened out, inhaling and exhaling in little puffs. The flashlight clicked off, and Hunter wiggled around in his sleeping bag until Jason could see his outline facing him.

“Jason?” Hunter whispered.

“Mmm?”

“Do you ever miss it? Miss… him… I mean.”

Of course not, Jason wanted to say immediately, How could I ever miss someone who hurt me and everyone I love?

He sighed.

“Sometimes,” he admitted, “Do you?”

“Is that bad?”

“Kind of feels bad. Inside, I mean.” Jason twisted his shirt in his hands. “I don’t know. He hurt us.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“But… he wasn’t always hurting us? And maybe I was always having to manage his moods, and change who I was to whatever he needed at the moment, but… sometimes it wasn’t so bad. He gave us magic.”

Hunter grunted in agreement.

“I guess I kind of miss the good parts, even though they came with the bad. I wouldn’t want to go back, though. If he showed up again.”

“No,” Hunter agreed. He didn’t say anything else for a while, and Jason thought he might have fallen asleep. “I didn’t want to hurt him. I couldn’t hurt him. Even after everything, I… I didn’t fight back.”

Jason hummed thoughtfully.

“Is that bad?”

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t hurt him, either.”

“But you did. You fought him.”

“Yeah, because Phoenix was in danger. I don’t know. I guess in that moment, I just had to protect Phoenix, and that was the only thing that mattered. You didn’t get put in a situation where someone you loved was about to die. And that’s a good thing, I think.”

“I guess.”

Another long silence.

“Jason?”

“Mhm?”

“What would you do? If he showed up again.”

“He’s dead, Hunter.” The words felt heavy in Jason’s throat, and he blinked back tears. “He’s dead, and he’s not coming back.”

Hunter sniffled. “Yeah. I know. But if he did come back?”

“I’d do whatever I had to. I’d keep you—and Gus, and Willow, and Amity, and Vee, and Luz, all of you—safe. Whatever it took.”

“Not whatever. You can’t die. People are waiting for you.”

A smile tugged at Jason’s lips. “Alright, alright. I’d do anything short of dying. That sounds fair.”

The flashlight clicked back on. “Go to sleep, Jason? I’ll stay up tonight. I want to read this book, anyway.”

Jason laughed softly, rolling over in his sleeping bag and snuggling into his pillow. “Alright, deal. Don’t kill your eyes, okay?”

“No promises.”

[automatayaoi]

HI CAN I GET UMMM 👋👬😘&💇 FOR ARLEQUINO PLEASE

will that be for here or to go 📝

👋 - Do you like to hold hands? What are their hands like?

YES!!! YES YES YES I LUV HOLDING HANDS SO MUCH 💕 constant need to be holding onto him like some kind of weird tick. arle's hands are sooo long and pretty and delicate, ofc since he's a musician hes gotta have long fingers hehe. ive always imagined him to have porcelain-like skin, mostly bc of the way his face fractures during that fight with brighella reminds me of how cracks form in porcelain or ceramic. dont ask me how solid porcelain can move and bend we're talking abt living dolls infused with will thru alchemy ok AJSDKLHASK. anyway!!! i also think unlike most automata, bc of the combustion device in his chest he has his own body heat hehe :3 so hes nice n warm, perfect for holding. augh his hands r so much bigger than mine probably...longer but not a lot wider since his hands are probably on the thin side. again perfect 4 holding.

👬 - What kind of hugs do they give? (Do they lift you off your feet? Bear hug you? Softly cuddle you?)

uwa,, i think at first arle would be v gentle and tentative abt hugs at first, both bc he is completely unused to any kind of physical affection, and bc he's afraid of hurting me: squishy fragile human. he's spent a very long time only hurting maiming and murdering so he's nervous abt it u know. What If He Squishes Me To Death. after a while tho he gets more comfortable (and has a better understanding of how much force the average human can withstand) n he hugs me more often :) hes so fockin tall so a lot of times he'll pick me up for a hug so he doesnt have to bed down ajskdlja Picks me up like a naughty cat. abovely mentioned combustion and fire canister in his chest make him soooo warm n great for cuddles hehe

😘 - Do they kiss your hands, cheeks, forehead etc? What kind of not-on-the-lips kisses do they give most?

CAN I GET A MF HAND KISS ⁉ pleaseeeeeeee hes so fucking dramatic and like stereotypically chivalrous in a way that you know he learned it all from theatre performances n columbine's romance novels so of COURSE hes into hand kisses. constantly kissing the back of my hands, my palms, my fingers, etc etc. ALSO he does the french thing of cheek kisses for greetings hehe. excuse to kees me more

💇 - Do either of you play with the other’s hair?

ABSOLUTELY BABY!!!!!!! oughh his hair is one my favorite things abt himmm 💕💕 its so long n pretty n silky i love running my hands thru it brushing it for him braiding ALL OF IT!!! hes my everythang 🥰 im not good at braiding but i get a lot of practice in. when he was being rebuilt by the a.r.c. kero was helping to make new clothes for the pionniors and i maaaay have designed him an outfit that shows off his pretty hair more >:3 i saw that reveal during the brighella fight and lost my shit. i think he plays with my hair pretty often too hehe he likes how soft n fluffy it is, and he's new to actually being able to Feel Things (we gave him and the others an upgrade so they have the same simulated nerve endings as dernier) so he's like, a little fascinated by the sensation

[gible-love-nibles]

Eternal Diva Fic (Part 14)

WE DID IT, WE HIT THE END BOYS. Augh god, I did not think it would take this long to post, but here we are: this is the final part of this fic! I can return to doing other things now (joke).

Trigger warning for a mention of stabbing (a picture was stabbed with a knife)

Also spoiler warnings for the whole prequel trilogy!

Word Count: 1.1k / Previous

I glanced up at the ladder and the escape hatch of the sub.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I would be racing to climb out of here if I knew where it was.  …Now I somehow was getting cold feet.

“They’ll think I’m holding you for ransom if you just keep standing there,” Descole joked.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I started to climb up, but paused right before the hatch.  I looked down at the masked man.  He looked inquisitive to why I stopped. “...Bye.  And… thanks.”

“...Goodbye.”

I guess neither of us wanted to drag this out, or could find a way to.

I unscrewed the hatch and popped the top open.  Thankfully, it was night time, so I wasn’t assaulted by the brightness of the sun.

I quickly heard a small chorus of my name.  There were Luke, Emmy, and the Professor.  I slid down the sub, and almost immediately after I hopped off, it took off for deeper water.

“No--!” Emmy tried to run after it and looked half-ready to jump into the water before Layton called her back.

“Emmy, we have Miss Clare back.  Let’s not do anything rash.”

“But--!  But that creep Descole kidnapped her for weeks!  If he even hurt a hair on your head, Clare--”

“N-No, he did nothing like that!” I tried to reason with her.

“How are you feeling Clare?  You truly weren’t hurt?  What happened after you fell?” Layton tried to direct Emmy’s wrath to worry over me.

“Well… I was pretty banged up.  I lost consciousness pretty much right after I hit the ground.”

“That’s terrible…” It was the first words Luke had said the whole time, and it was clear why: the poor boy was on the edge of tears.

“Apparently, Descole found me and brought me back to his sub to heal.”

“Did he feed you?  Let you sleep?  Did he torture you to try and get some ancient landmark’s coordinates?!” Emmy was still very fired up.

“Y-Yeah, he fed me and stuff.  And it was good food, if you’re worried about that,” I reassured her. “I was basically a guest.  And besides, I don’t think trying to get anything out of me would’ve been very helpful for him.  I don’t know anything about ancient history.”

“What I don’t get is why he’d do something like that,” Luke piped up.

“I concur,” Layton said, closing his eyes in thought. “Descole is quite the cunning and calculated man.  He does everything for a reason, for his plans.”

“All he told me is that ‘it’s what a gentleman would do.’” I made exaggerated quotation marks.

Layton hummed for a bit, and then opened his eyes again with a tiny smile. “Well, we can worry about that later.  I’m just glad you’re back safe and sound, Miss Clare.”

We started to head back to the Laytonmobile, chatting about things I’d missed while I was gone and getting more questions about my situation.

And that was where the story of the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia ended for me.  A happy, quiet ending, despite everything that had happened.

But this, of course, wouldn’t be the last time I’d adventure with Professor Layton… or the last time I’d run into the “humble” masked scientist, Jean Descole.

~

“How long until we reach Monte d’Or?”

“In just a few days sir, once we’re out of this sub.”

“Understood.  I’ll go look over everything again, now that this place is less… lively.”

“Sir… Do you miss her?”

Descole paused for a moment in the hall.  But it was only for a moment; he didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound as he continued down the hall.

“...Sir Desmond really does care for her.”

~

On the far wall of Descole’s makeshift office was a giant sort of tackboard with all sorts of places, faces, and other things stuck onto it.  The three biggest things were sketches of symbols: one for the Golden Garden of Misthallery (with a large X through it), one for the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia (also with an X, though this one was much fresher), and one that was a little harder to decipher.  It looked to be a giant pit of circles with squares at each corner.  It was labelled “The Nautilus Chamber of Akbadain”.

But Descole wasn’t looking at any of those.  His eyes drifted down to an extremely damaged photograph of a man.  It looked like it had been stabbed through several times with a pocket knife.  The name that was penned on it was still legible through the holes.

Leon Bronev.

The masked man found himself gritting his teeth just looking at the photo.  He forced himself to relax.

“...I am reaching the critical moment.  Everything that I have been working towards: every careful plan, every piece of the puzzle… it is finally starting to bear results.”

His eyes stayed around the pictures of people, and in the bottom corner… there she was.  His guest for the past few weeks.  

He found himself removing it from the board without thinking.  He stared at the photo.

A picture couldn’t compare to the real thing of course, but that warm smile depicted… that was the same.  It gave him the same little stir in his heart.

…He snapped himself out of it.  “No.  No, nothing would come out of it.  At least… not now.  When everything is so… Besides, what would she see in a man so terrible as me?  Darkness?  A dead heart?  That’s all there is to me now.  That doe-eyed fool is long gone. …I can’t cling to these fantasies.  I need to focus on my mission.”

He looked at the drawing of the Nautilus Chamber. “Monte d’Or… a new name on the map.  Nearing 20 years old now, if I’m not mistaken.  But it’s settled by such an ancient piece of history.  It’ll be nice to see some… old friends.” Descole chuckled to himself.

But… he still felt a little hollow.  She was still on his mind.  Descole let out a deep sigh as he looked at the photo still in his hand.

“...Clare...If you can hear me, somehow, some way… stay away from me.  Forget you ever met me and just… continue living your life.  This path will only become more dangerous and painful, and… I don’t want you to see it.  Enough people have been hurt-- have been lost-- because of… all this.  You’re too curious, too stubborn, and too… gentle.  You’ll be torn apart, and you won't be able to bear it. 

Do it for yourself.  Do it for your friends.  Do it for… Do it, please.  Run.  Leave this broken man and his broken world.  You can’t make a dead garden grow… just as you can’t make my dead heart beat.”

[gaeasun]

Hi! I'm bored and want to talk about Star Wars so ... who's your favorite clone trooper and why (plus your favorite fic about them if you have any). (p.s. thanks for leaving a comment on Mountain Man Jesse and reading my other stuff. i really appreciate it <3)

Hi bored I'm Gaeasun.

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Sorry for that lol.

Anyways as you might see on my header and profile pic my favorite canon clone is Dogma (non-canon is Twitch ofc). I think his character arc is just insane. He's someone who was never supposed to have a chance against Krell. Isolated by his brothers, manipulated by his superior, and was told literally from birth that the Jedi were these great heroes who could do no wrong, who were practically omnipotent and omniscient. And he didn't have the practical experience to know otherwise, especially considering his General was Anakin "The Chosen One" Skywalker.

So also ofc I don't agree with the things he did but i can 100% understand why. And to make things more tragic, when he's forcibly shown he was wrong, he finally grabbed onto redemption with two tight hands. And for that his story was ended. Where in other stories you might see how a character changes and grows after a critical decision (like say Zuko from ATLA) he's punished and removed. You don't get to see the person he becomes, we don't get to see him actually forming new and stronger relationships.

It's just so tragic and makes me sad. Not to mention I can empathize with that isolation of being surrounded by people and being alone ;-;

So yeah I really like Dogma.

I can't pick one fic so here's a couple where I really love him. I won't recommend any of my own but my own ao3 page is full of Dogma content just so you know. Same name.

We're a Family Now on AO3, not Dogma-centric but still great.

The Time Passed In Exile by @letitrainathousandflames . Has somewhat of a cynical and mature tone but is really good. Has some Dogma POV

To Walk on Earth by @chiafett . Just augh. an au where Dogma is reconditioned on Kamino and comes back to the 501st.

Meticulous, Compulsive, Perfect on AO3. I think this user is on tumblr but under a different name so idk. Also mature and rips your heart out. Some Dogma POV and let me tell u he is going through it.

i'll keep running when both my feet hurt on AO3 is this really interesting fic with the premise of a swap where the clones are Jedi and the Jedi are soldiers. Also some Dogma POV and he gets a LIGHTSABER. This is a part two but you could probably read it alone. But they are both good

(also Jesse. Being a Mountain Man. Excellent concept and I'm all for it. Good for him.)