#been doing that a lot lately i cant for the life of me remember phrases corrwctly (if i can remember them at all)

[skyburger]

Ohmy god my bad guys i spent like an hour ramblingabout music opinions. at least its in the tags of my own post though could be worse

[catcze]

not particularly a request if u don't want it to be but as a fellow wriothesley enjoyer I wanted to share this idea

fontaine is based off of france right? so the thought of wrio being able to speak french and absolutely using that to his advantage to be a flirt has been driving me insane. he would be INSUFFERABLE (especially if his s/o isn't fluent) and I'd be loving every second of it

(also love your works <3 it's the main fuel that's been making me so horrifically down bad for him)

OH ?!!? MY GOD ?!?! HEHAKJDJ FUCK I HAVE TO WRITE THIS I CANT NOT !! It's a little short and a little sweet, but i hope you like it!

(Translations listed at the end! I used google translate, so if there's any mistakes, please feel free to correct me!!)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

Wriothesley has started to say things to you on the regular— but for the life of you, you can't understand. It starts first on a slow day. You're lounging in his office, reading a random book you've plucked from his shelves. He's just looking through some papers, doing nothing too important.

Then, Wriothesley glances up from his papers, lets his eyes fall on you. "Tu me rends si heureux."

And you're furrowing your brow in confusion, staring at him. It's a phrase form his mother tongue, that much you know. But you're not sure what it actually means. The way his smile is a bit too mischievous, you don't think that he intends for you to understand, anyway.

"I'm... sorry?" You ask. What else can you say? You're pretty sure from his insufferably smug expression that he's not going to tell you what it means anytime soon. At the very least, you're pretty sure he's not shit talking you to your face.

Your eyes narrow.

Probably.

He can see the question on the tip of your tongue, the suspicious glance you cast his way. Wriothesley just chuckles and goes back to the papers on his desk.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

The next time, he does it as you're having dinner across from each other in the cafeteria. Your meal is halfway done, having been practically shoveled into your mouth. It probably paints an unflattering picture, but you're too hungry to really care. Resting on the table, he's stubbornly gripping your hand in his own, fingers intertwined. Even though it made eating much more difficult, Wriothesley would scowl and reach back for your hand whenever you tried to take it away, so you just considered it a lost cause.

Lost in filling your stomach, you're almost don't hear what he says.

"Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi." Wriothesley mumbles, thumb stroking the back of your hand tenderly.

You narrow your eyes again, a silent question.

Wriothesley just smiles secretively and raises a hand to his mouth, miming zipping up his lips and locking it with a key, then tossing it away. He winks at you, and you roll your eyes. No answers today, apparently.

"Are you ever going to tell me what it is you've been saying?" you ask once you've swallowed your food.

"Mm. Maybe one day. If I feel like it." And he's grinning again— the cheeky one that he wears whenever he one-ups you, that showcases his dimples and his teeth. You kinda want to punch him, but it also makes you remember how handsome he is when he smiles.

"Fine," you grumble, sighing. You busy yourself once more with your food. "Keep your fucking secrets. See if I care." You do. A lot, actually. You're very curious now.

Wriotheley just smiles and lets you eat.

But he slips up, one evening. To be fair, it's late at night after a hard day's work. Both of you are exhausted— a tangled mass of limbs and sheets on your bed, both of you halfway asleep already.

Your head is cushioned on his chest, nose pressed against his collarbone, and his arms wrapped around you. Wriothesley's nose is pressed into the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your hair. His breaths are deep and slow, and you can tell without even looking that his eyes are fighting to stay awake. You're no better, though.

Just before you nod off though, you can feel the brush of his lips against your hair. "Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement," he says quietly, lips brushing the strands in affection. If you had just been the slightest bit more asleep, you might not have even heard it.

But while you may not be fluent in his language, may know little else aside from the most basic of phrases, you recognize that one. It's hard not to, when it's arguably one of the most popular phrases from his mother tongue. Je t'aime. I love you.

Something gooey finds its way into your chest, and the blood rushes through your body as you're overcome by the sheer sweetness of the man you're laying on. Slowly, you crane your neck up to face him, and can see the slight widening of his eyes, the quiet oh shit that runs through his head.

"Is that what you've been saying?" you ask, voice just as quiet as his. Wriothesley hesitates, arms tightening their hold on you.

"... generally, yes."

You smile gently, scooching up enough to press a kiss to his jaw, then to his lips, giggling when he leans down to make it easier for you. You bury your head into his neck then, resting your cheek against him. "I love you too, Wrio."

Translations:

Tu me rends si heureux. — You make me so happy. Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi. — I can't imagine the rest of my life without you. Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. — I love you. I love you so much

[flashlights-coming-down-the-way]

i’ve had this thought rotting in my brain ever since mitski dropped The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We so im gonna dump it onto tumblr but first of all

SPOILER WARNING FOR LAND OF THE LUSTROUS / HOUSEKI NO KUNI !!!! PLEASE READ THE MANGA <3

also i would like to add a second warning that this post may not make a lot of sense grammatically :3 currently am not lucid enough to make a lot of sense :3

i think that the song When Memories Snow can describe a lot of phos’ character arcs and their progression eerily well like if you were to make a phos animatic to this song it would line up so perfectly

okay first of all i would like to point out the general connection between this song and the gems. i have not analysed mitski’s song by itself, and so i dont know what she intended behind When Memories Snow, so maybe the “memories” could straight up be a metaphor for something and not actual memories but thats not what we’re gonna talk about rn !! we know that the gem’s memories are stored in the physical gem pieces themselves, so if they lose a body part they lose parts of their memories. phos has their whole thing with losing their body parts (and effectively their memories) and becoming a completely different person and all that good stuff

oki now the lyrics :3

“when memories snow // and cover up the driveway // i shovel all those memories // clear the path to drive to the store”

this gives me the vibes of post-winter phos after theyve lost antarc. the first two lines really remind me of whenever phos would just have random hallucinations of antarc’s death over and over again in the anime and the other two lines remind me of how they would basically have to just ignore the hallucinations and keep going on with their life. i would also like to add that while i do think that HNK is an amazing story and that the anime adaptation is honestly so perfect, i also think that there isnt a lot of focus on the fact that phos should not be able to remember jackshit ??? yknow ??? the way that canonical phos just keeps going on with life just kind of fits well with how nonchalant the line “clear the path to drive to the store” feels to me

“and when memories melt // i hear them in the drainpipe // drippin through the downspout // as i lie awake in the dark”

okay so i originally sent a bunch of my interpretations to a friend and i said that this part really fits with phos’ trauma with losing antarc. the way that these lines are phrased gives the vibes of when its late at night and youre tired but the clock is ticking too loudly and you just cant sleep. but now reading these lines again, i feel like it resonates more with how, once again, phos has lost like so many memories they cannot remember jackshit anymore. their memories have melted, but theyre still lingering and they still cling onto phos. a good example of this would be when phos wakes all the other gems up at the end of their hibernation and phos forgets who cinnabar is for a moment, the same cinnabar that was phos’ whole motivation for the first half of season 1. also the “as i lie awake in the dark” basically describes how phos refused to sleep during the second half of the season

ok verse 2 !!

“and if i break // could i go on break?

THIS IS THE MOST PHOSPHOPHYLLITE CODED LINE OF THE ENTIRE SONG !!! to me at least :3 not only does this line apply to them in a literal sense, with phos being the second weakest gem and them breaking a crazy amount of times throughout the whole series, “breaking” also applies to them in a mental sense. i get two different images when i think of this line, the first one being that one scene in the anime (and manga too? maybe? idk its been a while :() where phos is thinking about kongo and the lunarians and everything and they start cracking and their alloy just explodes out of them. i think thats the closest to a mental breakdown a gem has ever experienced at that point. the second image i get is when,,, phos becomes like,,, yk phos’ shattered / monster form whatever you call it,,, thats what i think of

“be back in my room // writing speeches in my head”

i think this goes back all the way to pre-trauma phos. “writing speeches in my head” could represent their encyclopaedia job?? but i think its a better metaphor for their want to join in with the other gems in fighting the lunarians. part of them knows it’ll never happen, so they resort to daydreaming about what it would be like

“listenin’ to the thousand hands // that clap for me in the dark”

connecting with my last point, they want the feeling of accomplishment and the general coolness of being able to fight and they want the praise from kongo and the other gems.

also this image doesnt connect very well, but i think of the god-like phos form when i think of these last two lines. this is the only time in the series where everyone finally has to depend on phos for once, and phos isnt deemed as ‘useless’ or a problem. of course the context is super tragic but idk just a thought

okay phos and mitski rant over !!!

[greenlikethesea]

all these asks got the wondering in a total different way about a phrase that fits if Will ever imagined that eddie and steve would get together? cuz when eddie said that 'whats going on with me and steve is different from whats going on with you and mike' and lord he meant it! look at the guy theyre married now! cant imagine what it must have felt, and on the megan train of thought i must ask if eddie imagined himself to be The Other Woman for comedic purposes or if he really somehow blamed himself for steve's failmarriage because both steve AND megan confided in him over their insecurities in their marriage if i remember correctly?

ohhhhh man this is SO rich and SO complex! because @sparklyslug have talked a lot about this, and this is sort of how we think it shakes out (also, a LOT of the will/mike/el resolution is going to be addressed in something we're working on - they're all gonna be okay folks!!! ...eventually) re: ALL of will's thoughts on the Eddie/Steve situation:

we personally think that because will sees himself and eddie as being two sides of the same coin in ALL respects (which, they are in many ways, but for this particular situation of seemingly unrequited love, they are NOT), he doesn't think they'll get together. a lot of will's particular damage hinges on a line we wrote in "phrase that fits," which is that will is really hung up on others getting to move on when he himself feels very left behind by life. it's a huge part of his current character status on the show and we think that it is far more interesting to his development of a person if that bitterness festers because like...that's how life works! sometimes you fall into habits with people, especially those you have grown up with.

and we've also stated that if steve and eddie were to sort things out around the time of "phrase that fits," i.e. mid-late 1998, when things were still awful with mike, he would be beyond devastated, probably feeling a sense of betrayal that would be inappropriate (yet understandable!). this will be detailed in an upcoming work, but will and mike have a blowup about a month after will and eddie get back from california that results in them not talking for a long time. in the aftermath of that fight, will realizes that oh, mike and steve are fundamentally different people. if eddie and steve were having that fight, it would have gone differently. eddie and steve would be talking still, probably, and that hurts.

but because eddie and steve take so fucking long to get their shit together (steve's divorce is finalized in april 2000, hopper's funeral is in may of 2000, and they don't start dating until mid december 2001), will is more than okay. he's grown up a lot, is finally good with mike in a real way they haven't been since they were teenagers. he and el he's in a loving, happy relationship. he's happy that eddie, who's been through so much, gets to have his guy. and he's happy that he himself finally gets to be his own person outside of his trauma. that other people are allowed to be happy regardless of how he's doing with his own life. will doesn't have to be defined by his trauma and does not have to be an accessory to others!

thank you so much for this wonderful question, and for reading! <3

[mde1011]

when i got into the dsmp i started a note and wrote down any quotes or moments i thought were funny, and im bored at 3 am so enjoy some of them

how is being arrested real? just walk away!!!”

⁃ “once an american always an american. go...go protests masks...or something”

⁃ “...yEAH BUT DID YOU HAVE WAP” “what’s...whats wap?” “...WORSHIP AND PRAYER”

⁃ “HOW DO YOU LIKE POLITICS MOTHERFUCKER”

⁃ “i’m naked” “...no you’re not” “i can be...”

⁃ “uhhhh i’m in a high stress situation....i deal with these poorly”

⁃ “i should go first i’m naked”

⁃ “yEAHHHH WE KILLED AN OLD MAN WITH HEART PROBLEMS”

⁃ “what are you going to do?” “i...have no idea i think i’m gonna start out by punching a tree”

⁃ “tOmmy...did i just hear you say shit ass looking mofo?”

⁃ “i aM gOinG to gEt nAkeD to iNtiMidAtE HiM”

- “...i want freedom !” “you want BALLS.”

⁃ “...down the line. yeah that’s where we discover the art of cannibalism” “oh it’s an art?” “it’s an art”

⁃ “oh there’s some logs here. wonder what they’re saying to me. uh huh. uh huh. oh yeah that’s very racist” “tommy you gotta burn those logs.” “burn ‘em before they spread their racism to other logs”

⁃ “are you pooing?” “*whisper* i’m charging up-““ “he’s ejaculating on the tent.” “he’s WHAT?”

⁃ “he’s sPEEDING. LOOK HOW FAST HES GOING” “i’ve taken so many drugs. someone tell badboyhalo”

⁃ “we should make a pact. and that pact is, uh, we make a book...and in that book...we declare that saying ‘muffin’ is a, is a slur”

⁃ “i was thinking what if one day your bladder just,,,,stopped working.....AGGGFFFFF i was tHINKING ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY IVE GOT TO PREPARE IVE GOT YO PREPARE thisiswhydiapersaintthatbad”

⁃ <sapnap> i think i was ordered to um

<tommyinnit> boobed

<sapnap> kill you

<tommyinnit> boobs

<sapnap> if this happens

<tommyinnit> think about boobs man

<sapnap> tsk tsk tommy

<tommyinnit> iM DISGRUNTLED

⁃ “why is this deadman so good at making drugs”

⁃ “i just learnt that a girl hero is called a heroine and it freaked me out”

⁃ “memento memento me-“ “that’s actually the worst word i know so you can’t keep saying that” “oh, really.....? have you ever heard the term ‘racist’?”

⁃ “the person who invented the phrase ‘be yourself’ hadn’t met you!”

⁃ “you seem like the type of guy whose dad would throw him overboard as a joke but he would just drown”

⁃ “shout out to dream for twerking!”

⁃ “let’s talk......let’s talk about sex” “wonderful. what do you think about sex, lazarbeam?” “i ain’t saying SHIT in front of a sixteen year old”

⁃ “what the- i think i’m seeing things” “....tommy i told you not to drink the sea water” “well i DID drink the sea water because it TOLD ME TO”

⁃ “it’s like the movie when that guy gets stranded on an island and has sex with a coconut” “whAT?? dream- dream, you vastly misinterpreted this” “it one hundred percent does”

⁃ “oh mastICATE.....isn’t that when a fish turns inside out?”

⁃ “what are some bad words YOU know, clay?” “i don’t-“ “what about ‘terrorist’?”

⁃ “my mind has to be on the same frequency as jesus when he walked on water”

⁃ “you wanna know why i was late?” “no i really do-“ “i was having a MASSIVE poo. really just a HUGE poo”

⁃ “jUST CUZ YOU TALK ABOUT POO ONCE AND THEN YOU SEE A BIG GREEN BASTARD AMD YOUR LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE YOUR EYES AND THEN YOU CANT REMEMBER- YOU CANT REMEMBER IF IT WAS YESTERDAY OR TOMORROW YOU HURT THAT WOMAN”

⁃ “i love america. mmmmm patriotism

⁃ “LIFE IS NOT A HAPPY SONG KERMIT THE FROG”

⁃ “please stop taking the cock”

⁃ “two four six eight who do we appreciate? not the government let’s gooooooo”

⁃ “oooo look at the dogs😍” “wHAAAAAT. WHAT. THERES ACTUALLY LIKE. A MILLION DOGS HERE. WHAT THE HELL.”

⁃ “yeahhhhh bitch i stab- i don’t stab women-“ “woooooooah tommy you stab women?” “heyyyy sapnap”

⁃ “do you know what happens whne you reach the top of the ladder? there’s only one place to go.” “.....side to side😨” “down.” “...i really thought you were gonna say side to side🥺”

⁃ “one last time.” “just like in hamilton😓”

⁃ “you don’t know how many times i’ve mistaken trees for hot women”

⁃ “ i don’t feel better i just destroyed penis”

⁃ “i’ve never seen a snail with bad morals”

⁃ “awwwwwwww😢 i’m doin’ drugs🤧 just like the good ol’ days😓” “.....define the ‘good old days’” “back when i did drugs”

⁃ “have you ever fought a baby? i have and it was trivially easy to defeat, phil.”

⁃ “the only other i egg i know about was the one i learnt about in school....not allowed to say which one....”

⁃ “did you know one of my new years resolutions is to be more like 2010 justin bieber?”

⁃ “apparently cats don’t lay eggs”

⁃ “thinking about trees- if i saw a tree with a beard mmmmmm...holy shit id hit it”

⁃ “we’re in hell dude. science doesn’t matter here”

⁃ “i cant die i cant die i’m GOD”

⁃ “hey pig your letter is the same as pussy, hmm?”

⁃ “are we cool are we COOL guys? CRYSTAL COOL like CRYSTAL METH”

⁃ “he- he’s crying because - because i killed his mother isn’t that right? mother dearest mother deadest mother gonest”

⁃ “bro ive been drinking since i was six and let me tell you...it’s not good to be drinking that young. led to some poor life decisions when i was 8” “what did you do” “i cant say” “...who did you hurt” “....only myself”

⁃ “je suis” “ay i know what that mean you prick” “what does it mean” “it means you’re racist dickhead”

⁃ “i’d never poo in the presence of a women- which is why i’m scared to get a girlfriend i think i’d just explode”

⁃ “biff tannen is one of my idols”

⁃ “black widow died and i thought ‘wow it should’ve been the man’ because he’s a man”

⁃ “there’s a character called captain america and i think he’s stupid”

⁃ “i’m a GOOD LAD i’ve got GOOD MORALS and if i’ve DONE SOMETHING WRONG it WASNT MY FAULT I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED”

⁃ “sam....what’s the longest you’ve ever wiped your arse? for me it’s 48 minutes”

⁃ “why are you standing in the shitter?” “....that’s a SINK” “uhhh welllll” “hAVE YOU SHAT IN THE SINK?????”

⁃ “you’re like a living ghost” “...i think that’s called a human, tubbo”

⁃ “maybe i accidentally kill ranboo and we just never see him again *laughs* ay? and then i go ‘april foooools!!!’ and then i kill their child. i kill him”

⁃ “you built a penis” “it’s a PENIS OF SAFETY”

⁃ “i saw the penis of safety and i pressed mouse button four my friend”

⁃ “the penis on the other side of the river is larger” “ive heard that before....”

⁃ “you’ve turned the penis into a wall” “a wall of safety is better than a penis of safety” “i think the penis was better”

⁃ “if you wanna make a penis i know where we can make a penis and i know how big we can make it”

⁃ “i don’t conceptualize death but i think i just saw it!”

⁃ “yeah i- yeah i know i’m- my first impression on eret was making him read a shrek fan fiction so- i’m not one for first impressions”

⁃ “i-i’m scared for him- i’m scared OF him. yknow the first thing he did when he saw me was imMEDIATELY strip down then jump off then immediately die?”

⁃ “where are you?” “getting stabbed, one second”

⁃ “you’ve seen the joker?” “yea-“ “i resonate a lot with that man” “...oH. oh. that’s- that’s not-“

⁃ “he bURNT DOWN MY HOUSE” “out of LOVE”

⁃ “ohhhh my god stop making me play with the neighbor kid” “o-okay if you don’t go play with him i’m kicking you out of the house-“ “wHAT THE FUCK???”

⁃ “there’s a STRIP CLUB” “oh yeah for wood!” “are you into strippers?” “i mean all it does is make the wood look different so....yeah it doesn’t really do much”

⁃ “no no we have categories, we have the poo-saster- you might have to take a shower after-“ “no, no i’m gonna stop you right there”

⁃ “as i was saying you can have a 1-to-3 wiper, that’s an A-tier poo, my friend”

⁃ “i want you to eat your sock”

⁃ “you know i’m a child- i’m a minor” “sO AM I DICKHEAD”

⁃ “everyone is calling you dresus” “yeah i am”

⁃ “ayyyy ayyyy los DROGAS LOS DROGAS” “no no big q- she’s thirteen- how does this happen with every 13 year old girl you meet?”

⁃ “my poo has muscles like i do”

⁃ “i cant hear the words among us without crying they’ll say there are aliens among us and in the back youll just hear me *choking noises*”

⁃ “tubbo...tubbo is like...tubbo is like mary” “.....did you just call me the Virgin Mary?”

⁃ “i’m just saying, have you ever seen me and jesus in the same room?”

⁃ “do you smoke sam” “all the time”

⁃ “i thought you were talking about the- the speeeeed drug”

⁃ “have you ever sold drugs to kids sam?” “......no”

⁃ “we can’t let the girlboss rule because she will gatekeepe my feelings” “that would not be good”

⁃ “THEY DIDNT INVITE ME TO KILL ME???? NOW I HAVE FOMO”

⁃ “you have obviously taken part in scientology-“ “i have not-“ “you’ve donated to tom cruises cult shit”

⁃ “....am i worse than david dobrik?” “are- are we worse than david dobrik?” “oh- oh god”

⁃ “he has broke one of the rules of the hit best seller ‘the bible’- this kind of looks like a cock”

⁃ “well i’ve moved now, KING”

⁃ “what is an angsty teen and am i one? because when i USED to hang out with my friends they use the word angst a lot”

⁃ “yeah yeah yeah i bench”

⁃ “sam i think i’m angsty i think i’m an angsty tik tok teen looking for a community to help me out”

⁃ “i don’t think you’ve followed the train of logic all the way-“ “there’s a TRAIN INVOLVED????????”

⁃ “i’m like the orange fucker from that animated rom com”

⁃ “i’m under the influence of big cock”

⁃ “it’s meeee big cock man”

⁃ “i cant look away” “sam please use your twitter alt for this” “he’s horny on maaaainnnnn” “and what’s wrong with that?” “.......”

⁃ “you’re a FUCKING IDIOT” “IM NOT A FUCKING IDIOT, BIG COCK”

⁃ “i’m gonna call you ‘cockity’ big cock” “sHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP-“

⁃ “STOP LOOKING AT IT” “ITS SO VIBRANT”

⁃ “at least this guy doesn’t have a cock-“ “itS NOT A COCK” “horny on main jesus-“

⁃ “is that a cock” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

⁃ “.....i wanna see the inside of it again do a split”

⁃ “okay sam-“ “tommy that guy wants your cock-“ “no- no he doesn’t sam”

⁃ “sam, sam and i need you to hear this....dont. act. up.” “i don’t act up-“ “you were acting up-“ “i-“ “you were caught in 8k.” “but- but we both agree it’s not a tie-“

⁃ “please don’t tell me to kill cockity i am overwhelmed”

⁃ “why is there an anus in my tie?”

⁃ “what are the legal implications of this?” “...i mean besides hell you’re good”

⁃ “whatre the legal implications?” “i mean usually that’s a no-no but today, today it’s fine” “yeahhh lets go murder his family”

⁃ “i’d be an antivax landlord”

⁃ “jesus never does drugs” “well- well you turned water into wine king and wine is alcohol”

⁃ “can you put on pants i can’t- i cant stop looking at it- sorry tommy i know you said-“ “yeah sam i know you tried-“

⁃ “you know i fuck with satan”

⁃ “i’m sorry jesus lucifer is just such a good man-“ “oh you- hold me BACK FROM THIS FUCKER HOLD ME BACK ILL SEND HIM TO HELL YOU LIKE HELL-“

⁃ “are you jesus or just a man who grew a beard and put on a suit?”

⁃ “even the guy with his cock out is telling you to stop-“ “oh jesus, and i mean jesus-“ “shUT THE FUCK UP MAN”

⁃ “the best best way to slander him is to stop his offspring; we need to kick him the balls.....no? not a good....? alright us four each take a ball-“

⁃ “......why did jesus give him four scrotums man🙁🙁”

[cattles-bians]

exes au part 14

post directory

obsetress:

obsetress: viola

em: holy shit

em: i think viola could hold a truly ridiculous number of things in her hands

em: danis like i have a little fanny pack right here- and violas like (turns up nose) absolutely not

obsetress: pre therapy viola during her relationship w dani: buys dani a birkin too, is like "here baby, so you don't have to use that fanny pack"

obsetress: dani's like "oh. i, um. like my fanny pack"

obsetress: viola therapy era after her relationship with dani: buys her a hermes fanny pack instead

obsetress: jamie rolls her eyes but dani is literally

em: i think a lot abt viola offering solutions completely unprompted n then being really offended when ppl dont take her up on it

em: pre therapy obvs

obsetress: SAME

obsetress: oh link is gross

obsetress: cost is grosser

obsetress: but viola lloyd dropping $2550 on a fanny pack for her ex gf? chefs kiss

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obsetress: ok just remembered viola slouching or leaning or w/e n like

obsetress: brain practically applying that to exes au and imagining when and where she'd slouch n everyone's reactions to htat

obsetress: bc like she has perfect posture but when she chooses to do it it's a power move

obsetress: and i. hm

em: yeah

obsetress: viola sitting up stock straight when they first get to brunch and as soon as she's ordered her bloody mary shes pulling off her sunglasses and dropping them on the table and just sinking back

em: how to phrase this w/o sounding too much like a whore

em: actually no way to say this but like i feel v strongly abt the way we make women take up less space wrt to knees together calves touching type deal and i think maybe

em: maybe viola can manspread a bit as a treat

em: hate that term but i cant think of a better one

obsetress: nah she does n it's hot

obsetress: just had this image pre divorce of viola and arthur at marriage counseling on opp ends of the couch n arthur's sitting v tight close and vi is just

obsetress: leaning and spreading a lil

obsetress: the first time jamie sees her do it she's so taken aback

obsetress: because she's NOT expecting it

em: jamies like ah ok late in life lesbian deal and then jokes on her viola is fluent in dyke slouch

obsetress: jamie immediately trying to suss out just how long viola has been fucking women

obsetress: she says to dani later "i thought she was all proper like" and dani's like "she is" and jamie's like "so wot was that then" and dani's like "well, people are gay, jamie,"

em: ghfjhgljkJFDASJKKJFGA

em: jamies like so wait how long HAS viola been

obsetress: jamie: so you were vi's first serious girlfriend right? dani: dani: jamie: right???????

em: violas been fucking women longer than jamie has lbr

em: i mean shes clearly only 35, jamie,

obsetress: jamie: so... vi... viola: hm? jamie: you're, uh, gay, right? viola: obviously jamie: right. well dani told me you've been dating women since–– viola: since i was 15, yes jamie: but you married a man

em: violas like u went to jail everyone does stupid shit occasionally

em: jamie: so how long have you been dating women viola: since i was 15 jamie: no i meant like. in years viola raises her eyebrows and jamies just like haha nevermind fuck

obsetress: she tried!

obsetress: she tried

em: jamie on her 35th birthday pencilling 'many happy returns' into violas ????th 35th birthday card

em: yknow i think

em: i think something's afoot

obsetress: jamie, giving up on the direct approach

obsetress: slipping in next to rebecca at the wine bar

obsetress: "becca"

obsetress: "hi, jamie" "hi. how old is your girlfriend"

em: am fucking losing it thinking abt jamie like. realising how much gay energy viola has

em: like taken ABACK

obsetress: fksljfLKSDJFLJ

obsetress: just like

obsetress: why are jamies reactions to viola so funny

obsetress: montage of jamie realizing how much gay energy viola has

obsetress: jamie watching viola sitting

obsetress: jamie watching viola pick up a variety of glasses and mugs

obsetress: jamie watching viola compare hand sizes with dani, jamie's girlfriend and viola's ex girlfriend who she dated for literal years and whose hand size she definitely already knows

em: NOT THE HAND SZIES

em: they go for a walk and viola immediately complains about the sun and jamie's like

em: i have a spare hat but ur not gonna like it

em: its a snapback that says daddy or smthn in gold, owen got it for jamie for her bday, jamie Loathes it

obsetress: BYE

obsetress: viola looks better in it than jamie does

em: jamie has that

em: am i attracted to viola? moment

em: it passses

em: she has already compartmentalised the weird psychosexual power play

em: queen of compartmentalising

obsetress: jamie: had another one of those moments today dani: what moments? jamie: where i thought i might be attracted to vi dani: well, you did let her fuck you... what was it, four? times in one night, so

em: jamie; yeah but like that aside

em: jamie 'thats neither here nor there' taylor

obsetress: she is the queen of compartmentalizing tho

em: i was gonna be like. 'jamies like wait i dont remember saying four' but. i think she would tell dani

em: because the flip of that is dani callin up vi n i dont think she would necessarily

obsetress: i think she would and dani would make her anyway

obsetress: well make her is harsh but

obsetress: dani would very curiously ask in very convincing ways

em: lovingly coax it out of her

em: dani: what if i fucked you four times in o

obsetress: dani: let me do five

em: viola probably wears so many rings jamie doesn’t even clock the ever present thumb ring

obsetress: jamie just. writes it all off

em: am laughing abt like. viola v meticulously taking off every single ring and putting it in its proper location before...

obsetress: there is something. so hot about that

obsetress: im gonna scream i think

em: i was just meming and now im thinking abt it and

em: truly played myself

em: actually this is me refusing to unpack whatever the hell theo crain gloves made me feel

obsetress: sdkfmsldjfa

obsetress: fair

em: sublimate it into rings

obsetress: i just like um

obsetress: thinkin about when she and dani are together and like

obsetress: it's intentional and everything has its place but vi also makes a show out of it

obsetress: and like

obsetress: she's SO painstaking about it and definitely makes dani wait a little bit and

em: helps dani outta her big ass earrings

em: i mean dani doesnt even Need the help

em: viola meticulous lloyd

em: i mean she just wears so much goddamn jewellry

obsetress: she can tell when dani's getting impatient and goes even slower

em: viola has like

em: viola is one of thos ppl thats really into expensive watches

obsetress: !!!!!!

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: nice lil canon nod too

em: she drags dani to antique auctions n danis like i cant. actually tell the difference between the real and the forgery and violas like (passionately explains it for like 30 minutes) and dani is

em: like shes mentally checked out but also v intensely watching violas hands as she points to the parts of the watch

em: rebecca gets it tho

em: rebecca Gets It

obsetress: dani shoving vi into the bathroom at the auction house and tugging vi's hand between her legs v rebecca grabbing her own auction paddle and bidding against viola for the same watch

obsetress: (rebecca n vi fuck in the car on the ride home)

em: dani grabs a paddle n mimes spanking viola n then the auctioneer is like '$250 to 201' and danis like aw Fcuk

em: violas like i cant take u Anywhere

obsetress: dani gives her the 🥺😌and viola's immediately over it and pulling out $250

obsetress: dani: i didn't even want it, i was just–– vi: i know dani: what am i even gonna do with a–– vi: i'll sell it for $500 at a private auction next week dani: so technically i'm making you money dani, grinning: it's like i'm your employee dani: do you have any more assignments for me, boss? vi: dani get your hand out of my pocket i need to focu––

[bloopferheart]

Sk8ti theories!!

Spoilers for all the current episode of sk8 (up to episode 6)

- also sorry if this all over the place lmao

so i have many theories but i wanna talk about the one that im most leaning towards! so personally what i think is going to happen is that reki and langa are going to fall in love, they both fall in love with each other and i think there is going to be hinted canon romance??? i dunno they will DEFINITELY have a deeper bond than they currently are at. we can see that each episode they are getting closer and closer, langa is smiling more and they are starting to become more "touchy-feely" with each other (*coughs* the latest blessing of an episode we had, ep6, the beach episode <3). we can also see that they love each in the translation of the end credits the lines.  "i like what ive always liked", "lets keep feelings",  "lets keep your heart"  , "let's go together" ,"you are always in my heart" - (fuckin sobs kakjdsh). i see the end credits as a convo between langa and reki so these are things that *both* of them are saying. so, yes, i think it will be requited love....at first. (fuck here comes the angst)

time to talk about fucking ad*m,,,,so what i think is that adam is going to draw langa away from reki and sort of influence him into the world of reckless skating. langa is so drawn to adam that he starts to skate more dangerously and adapt the same ways of skating that adam does. becuase of his, he starts to drift away from reki. reki usually skates by the rules and doesnt cheat, or at least he doesnt go as far as adam does. reki is always ready to try new things but he defientley isnt as reckless as langa will end up being. reki will start to feel as though he is falling more and more behind langa until langai so caught up in reckless skating that he is just gone. reki realizes its too late and that langa is too far ahead he cant keep up (just like in the intro when reki falls and when langa doesnt turn around to look back at him and how langa dissapears). 

so, besides reki falling behind langa, how will this *directly* affect reki? well i defientley think that reki has some trauma surrounding adam considering how he fucking screamed langas name and had a nightmare about adam,,,like,,,,idk :( but continuing on, i think that langa is going to make a very dangerous bet, like a life threatning bet that impacts reki. and i think that langa *finally* realizes his mistakes when its too late. so, this is where my theory starts to go 2 ways. 

1) reki will,,,*takes a deep breath* dies. what if langa makes such a dangerous bet and adams influence is too much that he accidnetly kills reki? BUT tbh this is one of my theories that i dont actually lean a lot towards. the next one is what i actually think is more likely to happen based on the ending credits,

2) reki *will* get hurt, but emotionally not physically (or maybe physically but i dont think so). he will see that langa is never coming back to him (or at least he thinks that) and decides to just leave him. its at this time that langa realizes "fuck ive gone too far" but its too late too chase after reki because reki already tried chasing after him and langa just ignored him. reki and langa will then drift apart although as they spend time apart they realize how much they need and miss each. what gives me this impression is when the end credits say:

"we are grown up now, can be honest i will remember tightly tied shoe laces, lets make it , my favourite colour, its infinte, i like what ive always liked" this whole phrase reminds me of how anga talks about how he still thinks of the times when he and reki would skate *for fun* together, and not for the thrill/adrenaline rush.

"i like what ive always liked' implied hes always liked reki and despite drifting apart, he still does love him. his love for reki is infinite.(and rekis love for him is infinite)

"lets talk silly stories be with you forever i want to smile by your side" implied that langa (who i assume this verse is in the pov of) still wants to be with reki and regrets the choices hes made. "lets go together, go with you" he still wants to go with reki, he still wants to skate with him.

"even if tomorrow this world ends, i dont need anything special at the same pace as usual lets just be who we are. yes, "now" is so beautiful" so lets disect the first part of that, i think that by this langa or reki (i dont quite know who, i think langa tho) is thinking that all he wants is just go back to all the days (at the same pace as usual) and just go at the nice easy-going  pace they were at.

a very big indictor of langa realizing he sitll loves reki is the line "lets go togehter, go with you *not only in happy times*" i think that langa is saying that despite reki being upset and feeling behind, langa does in fact wish he had been by his side and he wants to be there for reki.

"at any time, be by your side", "lets go together", "as long as we have that feeling", "i am here by your side", "you are always in my heart" literally is so gay like guys cmon, langa deifnetley still loves him

so what happens next? langa now realizes he *does* love reki and that adam is a big piece of shit but reki is gone (reki still loves him and thinks about him tho: as seen in line “youre always in my heart” i believe this is said by both of them) 

so, in conclusion my favourite theory is that at the very end of sk8 reiki and langa will sort of have individual shots and then they will run into each other in the street, both carying skateboards. langa will reach out to reki to "catch him" or something idk SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN WITH HANDS AND WE WONT SEE FACES AT FIRST and then the shot is their faces and they look at each other and just smile! I THINK IT WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD ENDING AND I THINK IT WOULD FIT THE END SO WELL YA KNOW??? SO yeah!!!! thats my fav theory!! 

i do have one more i just wanted to touch up on tho :eyes:

HANDS!!! OMG HANDS R SO IMPORTNAT IN THIS SHOW MY GOSH. and as each episode goes on we can see they are getting closer and closer with their hands. it starts off ith taking off the water bottle, and bandaging each other hands, then the hand shake, the hand shake TO THE CHEST, and then as seen in episode 6, the hug, and finally langa reaching out to save reki and pulling him close. i have a feeling as the episodes go on they are gonna get more "touchy-feeling" and what if langa or reki like touches the others face or brushes hair out their face? like what if,,,,reki forgot his headband or cant find it and he leands over to fix his skateboard or something and langa just brushes the hair out of his eyes? or what if one of them puts their hand on each others cheeks and kisses them? IDK GUYS I HAVE A STRONG FEELING WE ARE GONNA GET A BIT OF ROMANCE- But uh yeah

I have a tone of angsty theories involving adam but i deinfetley think we are going to get a bittersweet ending,,,,

 I'll probaby upload more theories later on but these are them so akjdhsa yeah! my dms are open for sk8ti discussion and if u want my discord (which is easier to commuicate on for me) then just dm me!)

[icharchivist]

hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!

hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.

back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!

also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:

azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)

izumi: what do u mean by that???

me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma

anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...

oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.

i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play

Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c

the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.

AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!

lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c

of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.

I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.

And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.

BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .

(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)

But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.

I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.

ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.

and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh

but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.

OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!

The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!

"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much

AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"

But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....

your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.

Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT

And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.

Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT

And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.

THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....

Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c

but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!

Hope you'll like the winter play :3c

Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!

[miniyrds]

As long as they don’t follow your blog, you could outline it anyways. Venting can be scary but it can also be healthy and provide some catharsis in the midst of all of this. You know, get the metaphorical weight of your chest

I've tried writing this a few times bc my brain is annoying and I keep forgetting things and then over explaining lol

thank u for the excuse to write out my problems on the internet

side note: I tell this humorously now and I know that I could've done things a lot differently, but it still messed me up quite a bit

this can pretty much be broken into several instance so to speak

incident one:

me and my ex-roommate and our two suitemates moved into an on campus apartment in the spring of our 2nd year. I am in my 4th year now. The semester started and we were all really excited to live together with a kitchen. ex-roommate proposed that we alternate cooking for everyone (this only lasted one month). but... ex-roommate’s bf was always over eating our food. this became more of an issue to one of my suite mates but I was fairly annoyed by him being constantly around. anyway, we decide to tell my ex-roommate that we didn’t think he should be over as often etc etc

ex-roommate left for a few hours and came back only to sit us all down and cry about how having her bf over made her feel better bc adjusting to living in an apartment was really hard and there was nowhere else for them to go (he lived in his own room in a different dorm on campus)

we dropped the situation

incident two:

in like February/early march I had gone to bed early while my ex-roommate, her bf, and our suitemates watched a movie until like 2 am. one of my suitemates shouted goodnight and woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. ex-roommate and bf then decide to spend the night together...intimately...while I am right there.

I send her a message the following Monday bc I debated for so long whether or not to tell her that I heard. I told her that I really didn't want her bf staying the night after I had already gone to bed (basically I just wanted a heads up. I didn’t phrase this well)

I ended up getting really paranoid that she was sneaking him in and I confided in my suite mate about this (bad move)

incident three:

a week after spring break, we are getting back from a late showing of Us. It’s after midnight and we can’t find close parking. My suitemates and I offer to walk with her and she says that her bf is gonna walk her back so she’s okay

I say “oh, is [bf] coming over?” (I swear. that’s it)

wrong thing to say apparently. when we get back into the room she starts tearing into me. I don’t remember everything that was said but it started with “do you hate [bf]” and went to

we all hate your boyfriend. he makes us all feel really uncomfortable and he has for the past two years. we just never said anything

you say a lot of hurtful things. if you even think that you said something mean, apologize no matter how much later it is

you hurt [suitemates] feelings by joking about [something]. do u think she doesnt tell me? we tell each other everything

is [ex boyfriend] abusing you? because it seems like he is *never brings it up again or checks on me* (he was slightly toxic but it wasn't thanks to them that I realized it)

“im shocked im not crying rn. im just so mad” (as im sobbing)

I spent the rest of the semester on eggshells around them. I left every weekend I could but that was difficult because I didn't have a car. my ex never stepped foot in my apartment again (cant say the same about her bf)

my ex broke up with me that summer and that hit me really hard because we were co-dependent on each other in the worst way and he said a lot of mean things. ex-roommate hung out with me one time and claimed she was ‘there for me’ and got me thru my breakup. (that award goes to my mom, thanks)

I didn’t move back in with them in the fall. that honestly changed my life

incident four:

I am now in a much better place but I still feel the need to apologize to my new group of friends when I think I said something wrong. (they constantly assure me that I don’t have to) (I apologized to my current roommate for joking about how she cooks ramen and she was like "nat I do not hate u for ramen”)

I am also constantly prepared for another callout. I know I wasn't perfect and I couldve been better about boundaries. I know what to do now should that ever happen again. I feel bad about how it went down

I was not prepared for ex-roommate to turn on one of our suitemates in a me-style callout

I don’t have the full story from both sides but from what I gathered they were all joking in their normal fashion (”___ is my favorite! no ___ is my favorite!”) when ex-roommate took it to heart. this led to suitemate being excluded the moment they were walking out the door etc etc

needless to say, she moved out

ex-roommate took to social media to say “those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. friendship applications closed forever!” after she blocked my suitemate.

this is when I learned that ex-roommate sees nothing wrong with how she treated me. like 0 empathy. I have 2 sources that believe she doesnt feel any at all

a few nights ago she tweeted about my old suitemate and I sent it to her (like a good friend lol). this is when I learned that ex-roommate was always mad that I hung out with other people

conclusion?

this was kinda cathartic. It was more timeline than venting but I have no more real venting thoughts I realized. I've exhausted them. but I do take smug comfort in the random instances that bothered my ex-roommate. we didn’t work as friends or roommates and im still messed up from everything but at least I have really good new friends now :))

[chat-noir-always-here]

I rewatch Miraculous—The Bubbler

Okay here we go time to dive back into French Sailor Moon aww hell yeee

(J.K. I’ve never sat through a single episode of SM in ma life)

•Tikki’s face when Mari is trying to kiss the Adrien collage wallpaper is low-key funny

•plagg lacks toe beans

•how do you “accidentally” come across your childs emails when cleaning their room? Mari’s mama is devious.

•Adrien is that a cookie keeping your breakfast crescents company? Just like Adrien to have cookies for breakfast.

•Adrien’s pained expression after Nathalie tells him happy birthday😭😭😭poor cinammon roll child

•nino: “You’d think he at least remembers to be young and wanna party a little!”

Adrien: “No Im pretty sure he was a downer back then too.”

LOL roast him, Adrien. Here Gabriel have some ice for that burn.

•Why does Nino’s shirt remind me of Goofy’s Monsters inc. appearance from Kingdom Hearts 3?

• “Am i seeing what I think I’m seeing? Dont tell me its Adriens birthday!” Girl you been his friend since childhood you cant remember it on your own?

• “Dont be a pushover! Literally!” Yeah that goes for Sabrina and Adrien too. You two let Chloe do whatever she wants with you? Yeesh.

• “Ring the doorbell.” Yeah for real ring the doorbell thats what its there for. 🙄🙄🙄

•Mari been forgetting to sign notes since episode one

Facepalms

•Bitch please you cant buy your own son a birthday present instead of bullying Nathalie into stealing Mari’s???

•that fucking painting hanging on the wall right where the staircase in Agreste Mansion forks. Can we just... Can we just burn that painting? Reduce it to fucking ashes. Seriously how can people look at it and not call the French CPS that piece of “art” is the most distubring piece of possessive B.S. i have ever had the displeasure of seeing. My brain hates my eyes for seeing it every time its visible in the show

•Im sorry Nino. Im sorry this dumbass bitch said that to you. (For real tho were you expecting anything different?)

•”Adults ruin everything all the time.” Kiddo your about four-five years from being an adult maybe check yourself

•for real check yourself cuz Gabriel is an ass and said that to you just so he could akumatize you

WORST.

PARENT.

EVER!!!

•i havent played with bubble wands since i was like ten. Are tbey more popular in Paris or is it just Nino’s thing?

•Nino’s akumatized form is so ridiculous, still. First time around it nearly drove me away from this show.

•something else i found ridiculous first time around is bubbling the adults. Its a bit more frightening though when you think about how they only have so much air in their bubble. If LB and CN failed to free them they would have all suffocated to death and Paris would be populated solely by orphans.

•LB you seriously just gonna entrust a couple of kiddos to a stranger? I know you dont really have a lot of options but still. If this were a crime drama or a D.C. movie those kids might not have faired as well.

•”Wow. That was a birthday lunch break to remember. Yaaay.” Kiddo you sound so sarcastic i love it. 🤣🤣🤣

•that little pompom or whatever the hell on top of akumatized Nino’s head jiggles a little every time his head moves and im just. Ugh. Cmon couldnt they have given him a better outfit or at least something less uncomfortable????

•Plagg is literally that little devil Kronk from “The Emperors New Groove” that sits on Kronk’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. Or in this case, sits on Adrien’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. “Its fiiiiine shirk your responsibilities for a hot minute and dance with your buddies. Its not like theyre here under suspicious circumstances or anything.”

•Adrien, honey, if you dont want her to kiss you you should say something. I mean i get cheek kisses mean something different in France but Adrien looks really uncomfortable.

•MAAAARRRIIII you just wasted a good deal of transformation time in a fit of jealousy for what i wish i could say was the first and last time 😩😩😩

•Tikki being a good guide and scolding Mari 🙏🙏🙏

•ugh are those storebought cookies? I can practically taste those things. I hope for Tikki’s sake they’re homemade or at least warmed up.

•”You were right Tikki i never should have waited this long.” In other words you shouldve fixed the problem the first time around not wasted your transformation in a fit of jealousy like you did? Correct.

•upon hearing the truth from LB, Adrien immediatley runs off to transform. Good boi didnt know how serious the situation was, is all.

•that look LB gives CN after her yoyo bounces off his head. Giirrrrrl he boyfriend material you knoooowww itttt admit itttt~~~~

• “Kids need adults!” The way Mari says this makes her sound like such a goody two shoes, i really cant stand it for some reason. Oof am i channeling Lila?

wipes my hand on a towel then throws towel away

• LB: “Adults keep children safe and protected! They care for their kids, they love them!”

CN: “Most adults do anyhow.”

Behold the difference between their respective households summed up in two seconds. Poor Kitty boi....😿😿😿😿

•Aww the way LB is hugging her kitty as he tries to kick at it ❤️❤️❤️

• “couldnt you have said that 500 feet ago?” Sarcastic chat noir is wonderful

• LB: “we cant stay stuck in this bubble together forever!”

CN: flirty looks

In other words theres something they could do together in their bubble.

asdfghjkl🤣🤣🤣

•the kids’ bubbles look smaller than the adults bubbles. So they are more cramped and have less air. Unfair much?

• “pound it!” Theres a joke in there but i wont. F.Y.I. In French they say something like “good job” so the joke is lost in that version teehee

•”did my son like his gift?” Again bitch PICK IT OUT YOURSELF

• “hey nice scarf Adrien! Off the chain!” Alya honey where DO you get your phrasing from? The late nineties?

• “can you believe my dad got this for me? Its so awesome he’s given me the same lame pen for three years in a row.” What the hell kinda parent gives their child a flipping pen for his birthday??? F.Y.I. In French Adrien says that his father forgets his birthday every year and gives him nothing.

Annnnnnd that wraps up episode one. Ill do episode two some other time.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Wonderwall Chapter 5

Keanu Reeves x Reader.

“Today was gonna be the day, but they’ll never throw it back to you.” - Oasis 

9 months later 

It feels like ten years when it hasn’t even been one. Ten years since I heard her laugh. A decade since I hugged her. More than that since I’ve received as much as a phone call. I know it hasn’t been that much, in reality, it’s only been nine months. Nine very long months. I miss her. I wish I hadn’t said what I did.

Tossing my head into the back of the sofa, I sigh loudly at the thought of how that morning went down. The mortified, pained look on her face when I compared her to a broken puppy. How could I have even done that? Since then, it’s been added to the list of things I regret, the list of people I’ve let down. Lately, that list feels far to long. 

That’s something I’d probably call Y/n about. We would have talked for hours. Or at least I would have. She was always there when the days seemed darkest, when I feel like I’m at my worst. She’d listen for hours, knowing that I didn’t want her to fix me, that I just needed someone to say they cared. No, not just someone, lots of people can say it, lots of people have said it. I need to hear her say it. “I’m always here Ke, I love you even if you don’t think you deserve it.”

I don’t, not anymore. Her love was plutonic, but now I’d give anything for that instead of sitting in my house, on my birthday, all alone. I really miss her. 

My life feels emptier without her friendship. I never thought one woman could have such an impact on me. I also never thought I’d be stupid enough to lose her. It seems like I’ve been wrong about lots of things.

As I continue to wallow, the formerly cold beer warming in my grip, the day stretches on and I begin to lose track of time. This is officially the worst birthday ever. I’m not sure how long I sit there for, but eventually, I’m startled out of my self pity by the sound of the doorbell. Whoever is there rings it once and then again when I’m almost at the door, a couple minutes later. “Coming,” I grumble. 

When I finally pull the door open, the culprit’s finger hovers over the doorbell, about to ring it again. They don’t upon seeing me. It’s the last person I expected at my doorstep, though the one I wanted see the most.

Y/n.

Keanu pulls the door open, and when we’re finally face to face, he seems surprised to see me. He looks better than I remember him, though there’s a little more grey in his beard. His jaw slackens in shock and his eyes are wide. I guess his surprise should be expected, we haven’t spoken in months. “Hey,” I smile softly. I’m not sure if it’s still okay for me to hug him. In fact, I don’t even know if I’m still welcome here.

“Hey,” he mirrors, his lips quiver as if he wants to speak but isn’t sure of what he should say. “Y/n...” he whisper’s my name so lowly that its barely audible.

“Happy Birthday,” before I can register what’s happening, Keanu pulls me into a rib crack hug that thankfully, doesn’t actually crack my ribs. My arms find their way around his neck and when he straightens up, I’m lifted off the floor. I laugh quietly and eventually, as our hug ends, he’s smiling too.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he smiles, still sounding surprised. “Come in,” Keanu steps back, waving me inside.

As I enter, he leads me to the living room, offering me a beer, which I accept. “It’s you’re birthday, you know I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” And I have something to tell you.

Keanu looks hesitant, and I understand why when he speaks next, “Even after....that,” he looks down at our hands as I relive the bottle from his grip, “ I’m sorry about that by the way. It wasn’t my place to-”

“No, it’s fine. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. I think we both said some shitty things that morning.” Keanu’s smile grows sad and wistful. “Water under the bridge, yeah?”

“Yeah,” again he pulls me into a hug. When we pull apart again, he asks if we should move our reunion to his backyard. The view of the hills from there is spectacular.

We talk for what feels like hours, catching each other up on our lives and after a while, I think Keanu notices that there’s something weighing on my mind and he asks if I’m okay. “Yeah,” I reply quietly, feigning an expression of assurance. I try to smile but my nerves get the better of me and I think I barely manage it.

“You want to say something,” Keanu declares and gives my a look of reassurance that he’s so good at. “I know it’s been a while, but you can always tell me anything.” God, it’s the way he says anything, with such certainty, like he believes it even when I can’t. How do I say this after the very thing I want to tell him was the reason we stopped speaking in the first place?

Inhaling deeply, it feels like my insides shake and I take a long swing of my beer. Before I speak next, I take one last look at him, trying to commit his smallest features to memory, worried that this might tear us a part for good. He always hated Jacob, I always knew it. Neither of us ever said anything. “I’m getting married,” the words finally fall of my lips, in a breathless, hurried phrase that leaves Keanu cocking his head to the side.

The world is slowing and the breath feels like its been punched out of me. I’m not sure if I remember how to vocalize the words that are swimming around in my brain. She’s getting what? Married? To who? God, it’s Jacob isn’t it? Y/n looks at me expectantly waiting for a response. Do I have one? I’m not sure. This must be why she was so nervous.

Fucking say something Reeves!

After the internal strife is more or less over and I move into a phase of pure shock, all I manage to croke is, “What?” When she repeats her earlier statement it’s a little slower and still, I can’t think up an appropriate response. In fact, all I can think is that one of my worst fears is being realized, I’m losing Y/n for good. My one chance was on New Years day in her apartment and all I had done was hurt her. Maybe this is a fitting punishment, for what I said and for being to scared to put myself out there.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally summon up, “Congratulations. Jacob’s really lucky.” He is, not a lot of people can mistreat a woman as wonderful as Y/n and still have the pleasure of keeping her.

Her cheeks go red and her eyes shine as she reaches over to hug me. I can’t believe it, this is the only way that I'll ever be able to hold her. My fantasies were just that, things I convinced myself would be real one day but will never really happen. “Thank you,” she breaths into my neck, still holding my arms as we a part, “You’ll be there right?”

“Of course,” as I fake a smile I hope my face doesn’t gave away my true feelings. It hurts, a lot. “When is it?” Great, now it’s like I’m asking her to shoot me.

Y/n smiles softly. It funny cause I’d always pictured her being more excited at the prospect of her wedding. “December, just before Christmas in Colorado. Jacob’s family has a ski resort, so we’re having it there,” Y/n turns to look over the hills, the setting sun casting a warm orange hue on her face. She looks fierce and unattainable as she muses quietly; “A winter wedding.”

I grab the guard rail, following her absent gaze, “You always talked about getting married in Upstate New York, during spring.” I know her well enough to know that. She’d say that there would be so much flowers that they wouldn’t even have to buy any and the reception would be held outside, near a serene lake tucked away in Derby. Everything would be simple and elegant, fairy lights hanging in the trees, her in the kind of dress that flowed in the wind and the ceremony over looking the scenic water, just past noon. I had listened to her detail the parts of her perfect wedding for hours, and at some point, unconsciously, her fantasies became mine. The wedding she talked about now was the complete opposite of everything she wanted. 

Y/n laughs nervously, “I know I always said that. But Jacob wants this week long event where the wedding party takes a ski trip and we get married on the balcony while it’s snowing. You know? He wants it to be perfect.”

“And what do you want?” I asked quietly.

My question seems to have thrown her and it takes her a while before she answer, her smile sadder than before, “To be happy.”

*****

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[kagehinataboke]

Im so fucking guilty of staying up late just to binge on your works because your writing is so great ! I just cant help but need to request a tdbk college au where katsuki is a punk with a loud bike and Shouto is just this perfect good boy who got roped into bad boy Katsuki’s lifestyle, basically a good boy/bad boy dynamics, pretty please ?? 🥺🥺 (gonna use emojis to be more convincing)

awww omg thank you, you sweet angel ❤️😭 ily uwu

and yassss ✨❤️ here’s pre-med student Todoroki ft. bad boy Bakugou 👏🏻

accidentally made this super long ooops

***

Todoroki thought he knew what tired was, but his pre-med course has completely reinvented the word. Exhausted, debilitated, and lifeless are better words to describe the kind of fatigue he feels. It’s class to class to class, with endless homework in between. Sleep? It’s basically a foreign concept at this point.

Heck, Todoroki is barely awake now, which isn’t such a good thing when one is walking down the street alone at night. He keeps almost drifting into lamp posts and street signs. The last lecture was just so long…

“Fuck.”

For a second, Todoroki thinks the expletive is directed at him. Then he lifts his head. There’s a bloodied figure hunched over in the nearest alley, both hands pressed against a large wound in his lower abdomen. He’s swearing at the sky, which is probably the only place he can look without passing out. Todoroki, despite not being the one in peril, feels a jolt of adrenaline spike through him. He knows he shouldn’t be approaching someone who has what is clearly a stab wound, but his medical training is already kicking in.

“Move your hands.”

The stranger squints at him with crimson eyes. “…What? Who the fuck are—“

Todoroki forcibly pushes his arms back. “You’re pressing on the wrong spot. You’ll bleed out.” He puts his own hands on the wound, altering pressure until the blood stops gushing between his fingers. When he has a solid position, he meets the stranger’s gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Bakugou Katsuki…” He closes his eyes to take a shuddering breath. “Shit. Don’t call the fucking cops, okay?”

“Well, that leaves me with very limited options…” Todoroki struggles to think of an alternative. His apartment is close, but he can’t take his hands off the stab wound. “Bakugou, If I tell you where to hold your hands, can you keep even pressure while I carry you to my place?”

“I don’t have much choice, do I?” Bakugou weakly rolls his head to look at his stomach. “Just tell me what to do before I fucking bleed out.”

As much as Todoroki doesn’t want this obvious delinquent in his house, he can’t exactly let someone die in an alley, either. “Put your hands here. Yeah. Keep pressure. Good.” As soon as his hands are free, Todoroki moves to slip an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. He flinches and delivers an intimidating glare, but Todoroki can’t be swayed when he’s in Doctor Mode. “Don’t move your hands.”

“Fine… Don’t fucking touch me anywhere weird, asshole.”

“That isn’t how you should be talking to someone who’s saving your life,” Todoroki mutters, pushing himself to a standing position. Bakugou isn’t as heavy as he expected. “Try not to pass out before we get there.”

“Fuck you.”

***

After Todoroki treats him and sends him on his way, he never expects to see Bakugou Katsuki again. Fate, however, has different expectations. While he’s walking home from his morning class, Todoroki hears the rev of a motorcycle through his headphones. When it stops suspiciously close by, he turns to find a familiar blond delinquent smirking at him.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki takes out one earbud. “What are you doing here?”

“I was in town when I spotted you walking.” Bakugou leans his arms on the motorcycle, grin widening. “Want a ride?”

“On that?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow at the rumbling Harley. “No thanks. You’re nine times more likely to become injured while riding a motorcycle than while driving a car, you know. It’s not safe.”

“Oh yeah?” Bakugou lifts his own brow in retaliation. “But it still looks fucking cool, at least.”

Todoroki sighs and starts walking again, but Bakugou doesn’t give up easily. He follows at a snail’s pace, calling out childishly every few steps. “C’mon, pretty boy, live a little!”

The phrase ‘live a little’ gets to him. As a med student, Todoroki feels like he definitely lives on the safer side. He lost many friends in high school because he was “too boring.” Hearing Bakugou say it presses on an old bruise. He shouldn’t get so worked up over it, but…

Even though he knows he’s being an idiot, Todoroki stalks over to Bakugou’s motorcycle and slides on. The seat is humming gently, and Bakugou’s back is warm. His smile is still, however, incredibly annoying. “That’s more like it.” He passes Todoroki a spare helmet. “Where to, angel?”

“Fourth and Main.” Todoroki pauses. “Don’t call me that.”

“Hey, I call it like I see it.” Bakugou flips down the visor on his helmet, revving the engine obnoxiously. “Hold on tight.”

They take off, and Todoroki quickly lurches forward to grab Bakugou’s waist. He’s never felt this kind of adrenaline before, not even in the alley when they first met. The wind whips against his face and tugs at his clothes, and the street whizzes by underneath his feet in a blur of gray asphalt. Todoroki doesn’t even realize they’re not heading in the right direction until they stop.

“This isn’t Fourth and Main.” Todoroki’s hands shift away as Bakugou puts the Harley in park. “Where are we?”

“Just gotta grab something real quick. Don’t look so scared.” Bakugou pulls off his helmet, his hair somehow pristine underneath. He brushes it out of his face before shooting Todoroki a grin. “Coming?”

He isn’t about to sit out here alone, so he nods hesitantly. “I guess.”

“You’ll have to let go of me, then.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

They dismount, Bakugou taking the lead. He uses a key to get into the decrepit brick building they’ve parked in front of—probably his apartment complex, if Todoroki were to wager a guess. It’s covered in graffiti outside, but the interior is normal enough. Todoroki trails Bakugou down the hall to a door on the far end, pausing while he fiddles with the lock. “This damn thing always jams. Fuck. There.”

Todoroki isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but it isn’t this. Bakugou’s apartment is flawless. In fact, it’s cleaner than Todoroki’s dorm. The floors are dark hardwood, the walls are painted a nice shade of orange, and in the windowsill, there’s a neat line of potted succulents. It looks more like a high-rise magazine ad than a lived-in space.

“Fuck, where did I put it?” Bakugou digs noisily through a stack of papers on the coffee table, disrupting the peace. He certainly contrasts sharply to his apartment with his spiked hair, scowl, and ear piercings. And his attitude, of course. “Ah, fuck. Here it is.” He pulls something out of the pile with finality, sliding dislodged papers under the table with his foot.

It’s a textbook. Todoroki recognizes it from a class his sister took. “Advanced Biochemistry? You take that course?”

“Don’t look so surprised, asshole.” Bakugou ushers him out the door, locking it behind them. “Just because I swear and look intimidating doesn’t mean I’m a fucking moron.”

“I never thought you were.” Todoroki waits to be passed a motorcycle helmet before saying anything else. “How’s your stomach doing?”

“Huh? It’s fine. I’ve been hurt way worse than this. More importantly…” Bakugou smirks in a worrying and heart-stopping way. “What time does your class get out? I’ll pick you up.”

Todoroki shouldn’t tell him. He’s been thinking he shouldn’t do a lot of things recently. Unfortunately, he never takes his own advice. “Ten thirty. Don’t be late.”

***

Seeing him becomes a habit. Every time Todoroki gets out of class, Bakugou is there, leaning against his motorcycle with a smirk and a wave. When exactly they started spending so much time together is a mystery, but Todoroki can no longer remember the time when he walked home alone. When he was alone, period.

He asks Bakugou about it while he’s sitting on his spotless white sofa, eating take-out soba. “When did we become friends?”

“Huh?” Bakugou looks up from his chemistry textbook with a scoff. “Why the fuck are you asking that? I dunno.”

“Well, it was after you started harassing me all the time,” Todoroki continues with a frown. “Following me around on your motorcycle, calling me to patch you up after a fight—”

“That was one fucking time!” Bakugou interrupts, throwing a packet of soy sauce at Todoroki’s head. “Are you trying to piss me off, bastard? I swear I’ll make you walk home.”

“I’m only kidding. I like being friends with you.” Todoroki finishes his noodles and smacks the back of Bakugou’s head on his way to the kitchen. “I’d patch you up again if you asked me. It’s good practice for med school.”

“Asshole.” Bakugou rubs his head irritably. “Fuck, did you know that you give off mixed signals? God damn.”

Todoroki doesn’t answer. ‘Mixed signals’? Ha. If anything, Bakugou is the one who gives them off. He follows Todoroki everywhere, and he’s constantly flirting with him, but that’s as far as it goes. He still swears an ungodly amount, is the exact opposite of considerate, and has the crudest sense of humor in the world. It’s impossible to believe that he fell in love with a person like that.

Yes, unfortunately: he did fall in love. With Bakugou Katsuki, of all people. It’s a rather unfortunate turn of events, mainly because Todoroki finds himself worrying about Bakugou more than he worries about himself. He’s more conscious of him, too: he can’t help it. Even now, he’s studying the blond out of the corner of his eye. He’s been holding his arm awkwardly all day.

“Did you get in another fight?” Todoroki finishes washing his noodle bowl and turns a scrutinizing gaze on Bakugou, who flinches.

“…What gives you that idea?”

“You just confirmed it.” Todoroki narrows his eyes, and Bakugou’s widen. He leaps to his feet like a startled cat, putting the couch between them as a protective barrier.

“You stay the fuck away from—“ Todoroki jumps at him before he can finish the sentence, vaulting the couch in a single movement. Bakugou screeches and barely dodges him, sprinting around the coffee table. “You fucking psycho! Don’t do this again!”

“Let me see your arm, then!” Todoroki picks up a magazine and nails him in the back with it. Bakugou stumbles, his socked feet slipping on the hardwood floor. Todoroki takes the opportunity to grab his shirt collar, yanking him onto the couch in a headlock. He pulls up Bakugou’s left sleeve, revealing a long bloodied bandage covering his arm. “I knew it… When did you get this?”

Bakugou, sulking over the lost struggle, lets out a heavy breath. “Last night, after I dropped you off.” He glares out the window. “There was a guy outside. He said some shit, and we got into it. I’m fine.”

“Let me see it.” Todoroki relaxes his grip and Bakugou slides onto the floor, but he doesn’t run away. He surrenders his arm to Todoroki, grumbling irritably the whole time he unwraps it. It’s bad, to say the least, but at least it doesn’t look infected. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Todoroki already knows the answer: Bakugou thinks they belong to different worlds. He keeps Todoroki out of trouble, even if it means being a reckless idiot. It makes him so angry that he wants to scream. But he settles on leaving, instead. He lets Bakugou go and grabs his bag. “I have to go.”

“Wait. It’s late. I’ll drive you—“

Todoroki slams the door, cutting him off. So what if it’s late? He’d rather walk alone in the pitch black than risk saying things he’ll regret later.

He really needs to get a handle on these feelings, before they get out of hand.

***

He really should’ve let Bakugou drive him home. If he had, the idiot would’ve stayed out of trouble. When Todoroki gets a text with three words and a location ping before dawn, he already knows it’s bad news.

from: blond moron at 4:32 AM.

>> i need you

>> blond moron sent his location

Todoroki stumbles around pulling on clothes in the dark. His heart is hammering so loudly in his ears that he can’t even hear himself breathing. The location is an alleyway a few blocks away. That can’t be good. What the hell has Bakugou gotten himself into this time?

By the time he arrives, Todoroki has been through every worst-case scenario. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Bakugou, unconscious in a pool of blood. Three guys surrounding him, one of them with Bakugou’s cellphone in his hand. They’re gang members: he recognizes them from around town. Oh god. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, Todoroki was in such a hurry that he didn’t bring his phone or a weapon. Basically, he’s screwed.

“What’s going on here?” At least he can keep the tremor out of his voice.

One of the gang members scoffs. “Fuck. This is who this asshole saved as ‘angel’? I thought it’d be a chick.”

Todoroki shifts nervously, realizing what their intentions must be. Panic rises in his chest, but he shoves it down. Fight or flight is a natural response. He can ignore it if he tries. “You… You should get out of here before I call the police.” Hopefully, the bluff is believable.

The group of guys ignores him. “Even if he’s not a girl, he’s got a pretty face,” one says, giving Todoroki a creepy once-over. “Shame about that scar, but the rest of him could get me off.”

Todoroki is so offended that he almost scoffs. Why the hell didn’t he bring his phone? God, he’ll never yell at Bakugou for calling him stupid ever again… But what’s important right now is getting them both safely out of this situation. There won’t be people out on the street so late at night, so helpful bystander intervention is out. Todoroki is all alone on this one.

The gang members seem to have reached a consensus. They drop Bakugou’s phone and circle him, smirking and heckling. He figures he’s got two options: run or beat them up. Maybe fight or flight isn’t easy to ignore, after all.

“If you don’t put up a fight, this’ll all be much easier,” one of the men says, slowly inching closer, like a lion circling its prey.

Todoroki takes a page from Bakugou’s book. “Fuck you.” 

Making them angry will make them clumsy. 

Probably.

***

“Do you want to explain to me how you got these injuries?”

Todoroki shifts in his hospital bed, avoiding the officer’s gaze. “Not really?”

“What about the gentleman you came in with?” A pencil taps impatiently against a pad of paper. “Did you two get into some type of altercation?”

“No. I told you, he’s my friend.” Todoroki scratches the bandage on his head nervously. “The two of us were mugged by those three men. Unprovoked.”

“Uh-huh.” The pencil stops tapping, and the officer sighs. “Alright, then. I’ll go talk to those three and see what information I can get. If you’d like to change your statement at any time, I’ll be here.”

As soon as he’s gone, Todoroki sags against his pillows. He still can’t believe they actually escaped. He got lucky, that’s for sure. That wrench he found probably saved both of their lives. His, most definitely, even if it didn’t save all of him. He’s got a nasty gash on his head, dark bruises around his neck, and scratch-marks all over his chest and back.

Bakugou is pretty banged up, too, but not as badly. He’s only got a minor concussion and a nasty cut on his torso. Just when that stab wound was starting to scar over, too.

“Todoroki-san?” A nurse knocks and sticks her head in through the open door. “Are you up for a visitor?”

“A visitor?” Todoroki’s heart leaps. It must be him. “Sure.”

Bakugou appears in the gap the nurse vacates, holding onto an IV pole with one hand. He’s ditched his hospital gown for a loose cotton shirt and jeans, most definitely against medical orders. “…Hey.”

“Hey.” Todoroki waits for him to sit down before sitting up. “Are you allowed to be walking around?”

“Not really.” Bakugou looks at him, and Todoroki is shocked to see tears slip down his face. He’s never seen him cry. Never. “You’re a fucking idiot.” The swearing isn’t new, though.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Todoroki presses his fingertips together, then relaxes them again. “It’s not like the situation was avoidable,” he murmurs eventually. “They texted me pretending to be you. I couldn’t just ignore it. And if I hadn’t come—”

Bakugou slams a fist into the wall, startling Todoroki into silence. “If you hadn’t come, those motherfuckers wouldn’t have—” He takes a measured breath before continuing. “They told me what those bastards tried to do. I was so pissed, I wanted to punch myself. If I wasn’t an idiot who got into fights in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to go through that shit. It’s my fault.”

“I’m fine,” Todoroki tells him quietly. “They barely touched—” He trails off when Bakugou’s fingertips brush against the bruises at his throat. He expects to feel a jolt of suppressed trauma, but there’s nothing more than a lump building in his throat. “Bakugou, I’m really…”

“You’re not fine.” He runs a hand through his hair without meeting Todoroki’s eyes. “Fuck. I can’t…” He flinches when Todoroki takes his hand.

“I know you think I can’t handle myself. And don’t try to argue: I know it’s true, too. But I can. I took care of us both this time.” He squeezes Bakugou’s hand. “I’m strong, too. Even if I don’t look as intimidating as you do.” He tries to smile. “This didn’t scare me. Not in the least.”

For a while, they linger in silence. Then Bakugou sighs, pressing their joined hands to his forehead. “Yeah,” he relents, “I know you’re strong. It’s part of the reason I like you so damn much.”

If he didn’t know any better, Todoroki would think he‘s dreaming. But his head throbs too much for him to be asleep. “What did you say?”

“I like you.” Bakugou doesn’t let go of his hand. “But you knew that, right? I didn’t mean to take so long to tell you. I guess I didn’t want to make myself seem less cool in your eyes? Don’t laugh. I know it sounds fucking stupid now.”

“This is kind of… the worst timing for a confession,” Todoroki mutters, but he can feel himself smiling. “I have a concussion.”

“What? Why does that matter?”

“I just really don’t want to forget this.”

“Really?” Bakugou snorts. “Idiot… Don’t worry. I won’t let you forget it.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow, and Bakugou’s smile stretches against his fingers.

“Definitely a promise.”

[bytheangell]

ELLE!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF???? ALEC GIVES MAGNUS THE CHOICE. HIM OR MAGIC. WHAT IF MAGNuS CHOOSES MAGIC. ELLE!!! WRITE THIS SO I CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT (okay that will absolutELY make it worse but do it anyway). (tried to do this from my SH blog but gUESS WHO CANT REMEMBER THE DAMN EMAIL SHE USED. IT MEEEE)

two sides of lonely - part one.(Read on AO3)(prompt based off of the 3x18 sneak peek. Lots of hurt. Zero comfort. This is your warning!)

Break his heart to save his life .

Alec wanted to say yes right then and there, willing to agree to anything Asmodeus asked of him - even losing the love of his life. No, not losing - giving up , because there’s a choice to be made now. Alec can give up Magnus to give him his magic back, or he can keep Magnus selfishly to himself and watch him live out the rest of a life he may never truly be happy in.

It isn’t much of a choice, not the way Alec sees it; but he doesn’t believe it’s his to make. He knows now better than ever that no matter how much he might think he’s doing what’s best for Magnus, there is a very real chance he doesn’t know the half of what’s going on inside his boyfriend’s head, or inside his heart.

He isn’t going to make that same mistake again, which is why Alec stands across from Magnus now, taking Magnus’ hands in his own, repeating the offer extended by Asmodeus.

“Your magic, or… me. It’s your decision, Magnus.”

“Alexander, this is ridiculous,” Magnus tells him, trying to sound dismissive, except the way he perks up at the thought of getting his magic back tells Alec otherwise.

“Is it? You said it yourself - you never wanted this life. You can’t be happy in it. It’s my fault you lost your magic. Twice.” Alec forces himself to say the words even though he feels an ache in his heart to speak them out loud and admit he’s the reason Magnus is in this position in the first place. “I’ll do whatever I have to to fix it.”

“I know what I said, but I didn’t mean it like that, I–” Alec watches Magnus struggle to find the right words to backtrack on their conversation from the night before. He waits, hoping that Magnus will insist he turn the offer down without a second thought. He wants Magnus to be furious he went behind his back to Asmodeus, that he’d put himself at risk like that, that he’d even think about sacrificing their love to bring back his magic.

Instead, all Alec sees is Magnus actually considering his options, and his heart breaks for the second time in as many days.

It was one thing for Alec to imagine agreeing to the deal when it was his decision - when he could pretend there wasn’t a chance Magnus would agree, even if it was what needed to be done. It’s another to see Magnus consider it; to see the desperate wanting in his eyes.  

“-I can’t ask you to do this.” Magnus says, his voice quiet. Alec hears the implication behind the careful phrasing: I can’t, but I wish I could.

“You’re not. I’m- I’m offering. If this is what you want then I’ll do it.” Alec nearly chokes on the words. He hadn’t realized until just now how big the part of him is that expected Magnus to say they’ll find another way, that of course he’d rather live a mundane life with Alec than one without him, powers or not. “Just tell me what you need.”

Alec allows himself one last moment of hope, sending a silent prayer to the Angel. Please , he thinks, I need him. Let him need me, too.

Alec feels that hope fade with every passing second Magnus remains silent, gaze down, unable to meet his eyes. He feels it disappear entirely when Magnus opens his mouth and shuts it again, unable to bring himself to admit the truth.

“On second thought, you don’t have to. I think your silence speaks for itself.” There’s a bitter taste in his mouth that he knows seeps into those words, but Alec can’t help it. What goddamn fairy tail did he think he was living in, that love could solve all their problems? That he might have a happy ending after all?

He takes a step back and drops Magnus’ hands from his own.

“I love you.” Magnus says. Alec knows he means it, and yet that only makes it worse.

“I love you too,” Alec replies, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small silver box. The ring. There’s never going to be anyone else he’ll want to give it to, of that much he’s certain. Not bothering to open it he hands it to Magnus.  “And I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. But I meant what I said last night: all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. Even if it can’t be with me.”

“Alec-” Magnus starts, opening the box and staring down at the ring with wide eyes.

“Take care, Magnus.”

Emotions cloud judgement, and as he feels himself shut down a little more with each step he takes Alec can suddenly see clearer than he has in months.

He just hopes the deal still stands when it wasn’t him who did the heartbreaking.

—

When Alec comes back Magnus is already awake. He doesn’t know how long he’s been lying in the dark like this, but it’s long enough that the sudden light is blinding. He almost wishes it was, because the look that Alec greets him with while trying to figure out if Magnus is drunk again or not is so full of pity that he can barely stand it.

He isn’t, but even if he was the words that Alec says next would be more than enough to sober him up fast.

Alec went to Asmodeus. He went to Asmodeus, for him, to get his magic back.

“Your magic, or… me. It’s your decision, Magnus.” Alec says it like he’s asking Magnus to choose red or white wine for dinner. This entire thing is trite, and contrived, and exactly the sort of petty game he would expect from his father.

“Alexander, this is ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Alec questions, and Magnus feels a wave of guilt over the fact that he’s justified in questioning Magnus’ attempt to dismiss the idea. “You said it yourself - you never wanted this life. You can’t be happy in it. It’s my fault you lost your magic. Twice. I’ll do whatever I have to to fix it.”

Magnus knows Alec means it, and that’s what scares him. Any other scenario, any other person, and he’d have no problem turning the offer down to spare the other party. But Alec is strong. He’s the Head of the Institute. He has his family, his friends… he doesn’t need Magnus and the mess his life has become to distract him from the bright future he has ahead of him. Without his magic Magnus is more of a burden than an asset, and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of their lives dragging Alec down with him. Maybe this would be best for both of them.

“I know what I said, but I didn’t mean it like that, I–” Magnus falters. He knows what he said while he was drunk, and he knows that he meant it. He meant more of what he said last night than anything he’s said in days. In weeks. He wants his magic back more than anything.

… more than Alexander?

The fact that he continues to question, to consider, makes him sick to his stomach. But it doesn’t change the fact that his decision isn’t immediate. That he wants his magic back so badly he’s considering walking away from the person he loves to get it back.

“-I can’t ask you to do this.”

No. He can see the hurt already forming on Alec’s features over his hesitation. He can’t do this, not to Alec. Not to them.

Can he?

“You’re not. I’m- I’m offering. If this is what you want then I’ll do it. Just tell me what you need.”

Magnus knows what he should say. That Alec’s love - that just Alec - is all he needs. That he’s enough. It should be an automatic response, words of devotion and praise flooding past his lips without hesitation.

Instead he’s silent. He can’t keep lying, not to Alec, and not to himself. He knows exactly what he needs, even if he can’t bring himself to say it.

He needs to feel whole again.

He needs his magic back.

“On second thought, you don’t have to. I think your silence speaks for itself.” The harsh bite to Alec’s words is enough for Magnus to look up again, his hands falling to his side when Alec drops them from the comfort of his grip. Magnus feels the loss immediately, the cold distance between them now. He wants to reach back out for Alec’s hands, to feel the warmth one more time, but he knows he’s lost that right.

“I love you.” Magnus says, and he means it. He’s never meant it more, he’s certain. But that doesn’t change anything now.

“I love you too, and I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. But I meant what I said last night: all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. Even if it can’t be with me.”

Magnus isn’t sure when the box ended up in his hand, but he opens it instinctively, taking a moment to process the ring inside. It isn’t just any ring - it’s the Lightwood family ring. And the fact that Alec had it in this box, in his pocket, can only mean one thing…

“Alec-”

“Take care, Magnus.” Alec cuts him off and a part of him is thankful, because Magnus doesn’t know what he plans on saying next. It’s all too little, too late. He made his choice, and so has Alec.

Alec, who has the strength to walk away - not from him, but for him.

It isn’t until Alec’s gone that Magnus takes the ring out of the box and, slowly, slides it onto his finger. For a moment he closes his eyes and imagines everything that could have been, if only he had half of Alexander’s strength and resolve.

When he opens his eyes again he takes the ring back off and places it on Alec’s dresser with the hope that one day Alec will give it the home it deserves.(part two)

[01010010-posts]

— fake heart but real me, the same as you.

requests: im gonna put this worm in your ear: au where reader works pretty much as a wall-e type and rk900 is eve

Imagine an android reader interfacing with the robo boys im just so obsessed with this intimate android gesture and im sorta sad not a lot of fics have it aND ALSO HHHHHH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH ITS SO SOFT AND PURE,,,, IT IS THE EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE BSBSBHWWJNSNS AAAAAA

Can I ask for a headcanon of the Rks and their S/O if they were a sex worker android?? Or even the Rks can be the sex workers. Anything as long as the reader is an android pls.

ohhhhhhh pick the android reader one. I'm never able to find any on here. I mostly like them cuz if you're human, you'll eventually die. Which is depressing...

me, in the year 2019, still using fictional characters as coping mechanism since i cant love myself: it be like that huh also 60’s one turned out bad im sorry :o

Connor:

• he actually bumps into you during his eden club case • yep you’re one of the tracis he connects with to find the blue-haired one • there’s nothing peculiar about you • and honestly, the first time he meets you he still isn’t a deviant • but that doesn’t mean he won’t remember you • in fact, his instinct, when investigating a scene after the revolution, and casually glancing your way, is to send you a smile • of course you don’t remember who this other android may be • the club policy was to wipe memories in two hours after all • oh but you’re a curious robot with an empty schedule so you don’t mind waiting the whole half hour it takes for cops to get your testimony • would you look at that he’s coincidentally done as soon as you’re about to leave!! • “hey– I won’t rob you of more minutes” a quip “but I just wanted to say that I’m happy you got free, and, well, to thank you for your help, both then and now. and maybe to apologize for interfacing without asking–” • “umh, excuse me but do i know you?” • and he’s a little taken aback because wow he totally forgot about it • “oh– right, gosh, I’m terribly sorry. we already– I mean, we previously met but maybe this isn’t the best phrasing. I’m– well, we– mh I was–” • is he stumbling through his words? • you shouldn’t, really, but you can’t help but laugh • and he stops, delightfully surprised that he made you chuckle at least a bit • and maybe he blushes blue • “I guess we could still try to get know each other now....” 

RK900:

• one could say that RK900 is cold, superficial and maybe a little scornful • and one could say that the receptionist model of the DPD is nothing but old, obsolete and surely banal • but then again one would be pretty wrong in both cases • for the receptionist is capable of performing several exaflops operations per second, managing appointments and schedules, even speaking multiple languages • for RK900 is, yes, all of the above, but one thing is yet to be added: he’s terribly in love with the old receptionist model of the DPD. • and he’s very bad at hiding it. • he says ‘good morning’ and ‘good evening’, and eventually ‘good night’, every time he passes through the station’s doors • he, not one day of his career, has been late to work • he makes sure gavin is not rude to you • he sometimes silently helps with humans that might be prone to causing you problems while on the job • he leaves tiny juice-box sized thirium packets on your desk • he got the wrong thirium for your model the first time • and you, tenderly weirded out by the sudden appareance of such thing, had to give it to connor • this dork hasn’t been able to forgive himself ever since • though you don’t know it’s him, he’s the most advanced prototype don’t think he’d leave any traces behind • but being the latest friend shaped iphone has its perks and its cons, for example to not be endowed with social modules as good as yours and not having any idea on how to start a relationship • if it were for him you two would never go past the whole stage of casual conversations and his pining • which, as two androids, could last forever. every human in the present police station could grow old and die and you both would still be there, chatting, smiling, making awkward remarks to each other about the weather. not that any of you really mind that. or maybe he just says those things because you’re not a waterproof model? • but it’s okay because there’s this moment where it’s late at night and almost everyone is gone to their houses and it’s mostly you and him and yes, he doesn’t technically need sleep but you worry about him anyway • and you go up to him and you touch his hand to gain his attention and he, as if sparked by electricity, immediately turns his head towards you • “sorry. i didn’t know RK900 could be so easily scared” you hint a laugh, slightly covering your mouth with the tips of your digits, but don’t let go of the contact with his knuckle • he looks away for a second, fighting his biocomponent to not give away his blue blush “no, it’s my fault, I was too focused on the reports–” as he says this he fixes his eyes to yours and stops “wha– why are crying? is something the matter?” how cruel is it for you to have this feature he does not possess. at this point all of his energy is channelled into not taking your face between his palms and comfort you, whatever it is he can help, as he always does • “is that what you think of me? why you never told me anything?” and suddenly he lowers his gaze to the dark table, seeing your fingers interlacing in a soft white glow, exchanging informations through circuits 

RK800-60:

• “can you stop simulating sighing?” • “I’m not simulating it, I am sighing” • “well. can you stop anyway?” • “uhhh, of course not?” • and now it’s RK900’s turn to heave his chest in exasperation whispering a silent “why the fuck are you build like this” • “I CAN hear you, you know” • “I sure hope you do, otherwise I’d have to send a request for repair on a RK800 model” • “shut the fuck up– connor! move! I can’t see them otherwise!” • “60, I have to work, and you should too. stop with the staring” 51 rolls his eyes, not even bothering to launch an annoyed look at his twin, swivelling in his chair as to let the other enjoy his favourite activity: watching the android server from the chinese restaurant across the street that brings lunches to human police officers • “why don’t you just ask them out and spare us with your eternal pining?” • “excuse me? have you perhaps gone mad, nines?” and he deliberately uses that because he knows RK900 doesn’t like it • but, actually, it’s not a bad idea, it shouldn’t be too difficult, just going near them, chatting a bit and using his charm like he always does • but, actually, now that he decided to execute his thoughts, mhh, how to say it, his body is acting against him, making his leg bounce the weird way it always does, making the little wheels in his head going in an opposite motion • “he–” some cough to clear his throat of an nonexistent clot “hey! it’s sunny today, isn’t it?” • GOSH that was such a stupid icebreaker where’s all of his confidence gone!! • but you smile, nevertheless, and your eyes slowly close in that friendly manner he’d grown to love, along with your lips that go up up and up, almost in an inhuman way, flashing a polite face • the same that makes him weak at his knees, makes his thirium pump regulator go crazy from all the blue blood it has to send in the upper part of his freckled cheeks and nose • “yes. we’re having nice weather.” you murmur, gathering back the bags you used to carry all the takeaway in • “I’m– I want to order something.” he has your attention “for tomorrow’s break, I mean” • “oh? you’re buying a plate for a human co-worker? that’s sweet. what would they like?” • “yes– I mean, no– for me, it’s for me.” • “mh? but you’re an android. i’m sorry but we don’t sell thirium based dishes.” • “oh that’s fine. I’m designed to eat like humans do.” he wouldn’t be doing so bad, if it wasn’t for his red LED giving his panic away • “are you? quite peculiar.” you giggle, absolutely delighted by the artificial pearlescent sweat adorning his temples and his fingertips “i’ll get you something then.” • this is probably the toughest order he’s ever asked, and probably the first and last • 51 and RK900 are SO going to mock him the next day they’re gonna laugh at his enamoured ass faking eating just to please his crush he never even picked up a fork in his life what’s he gonna DO

[zu-daba]

Seeking Forgiveness

It’d been an hour or two, now. Zu’Daba’s body was still bruised in places from his mother’s righteous assault, but his mind had been soothed by some good herbal tea and a skewer of fish. They sat, face to face, across a fading bonfire; having already discussed much of what had come to pass since he left. Every little detail from his venture through Un’Goro, to his return to Durotar, to all that happened while he was overseas in Stranglethorn. Everything.

“Three kids?” His mother laughed, “An’ not even a single lettah.. Do dey know about me, Zu-Zu?” He asked, gently, having calmed down from earlier.

“Yes, mada..   Dey do. Ah would like fah dem ta meet you one day, or perhaps to have you come an’ meet dem in Zul’Gurub. You would be welcome there.” He spoke hopefully, his tone trailing off towards the end inquisitively.

“No, no..” She sighed, “My home is here, wit’ de Darkspear.. Ah would love to see dem, but ah am getting old my little son.. An’ Stranglethorn is far away. I know it is your home-- And I know you are proud of it.. But I cannot.”

There was a long, discomforted pause as Zu’Daba peered down into the sand; his toes curling among the grains as he sighed. “Ah understand.. Perhaps ah can bring dem here, but-- Et ain’ easy. Ah have a lot ta do back home.”

“Surely dey can be without you for a week, child..” Zin’adi wilted an ear.

“You don’t understand .. Ah have so much work ta do. So much ta make up fah. Ah do not have time fah personal mattahs.. Even dis may have been a terrible ting fah me ta do, aftah all dat has occurred. Ah should get home--” He paused, catching himself and peering at his mother as she narrowed her eyes.

Yet, the question which followed was unexpected.. “Aftah all dat has occurred? You’ve only mentioned a spare few tumultuous times ta me, Zu-Zu. What did you leave out while you were speaking?”

Zu’Daba took a deep breath, “De Shadowtusk Clan has seen much hardship, but dat which has occurred durin’ mah Chiefdom stands out ta me. De Alliance struck at oah city.. Butchered folk in de streets, killed dem in de shrines. Dey cornered families in deir huts an’ burned dem alive. Much worse tings dat ah would leave unmentioned, as well.. Et was horrible.”

“De Alliance.. Attacking Zul’Gurub? Zu-Zu, ah know you are not so foolish as to try summonin’ Hakkar.. An’ ah would’ve heard of et.. Why would dey strike at you in Zul’Gurub. What happened?” She asked, gently, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder with a soft squeeze.

“A boat..” He sighed.

“Elaborate,” His mother spoke.

“We made a boat.. Collected materials from around Azeroth ta make a vessel in de Zandalari style dat would be nigh-invincible. We got some materials from de outlyin’ regions, like Redridge.. Westfall.. Duskwood.. Blackrock..” He snorted, quite regretful. “Brought de fury of de Alliance down on us..”

“An’ why do you tink dis was your fault? Only yours?” She asked.

“..Ah ordered et. Et’s mah fault by default.” He laughed, bitterly.

Frowning, Zin’adi smacked him upside the head. “Don’ get short.. So you ordered your clan ta attack dese places? Ta thick-headedly draw de ire of de Alliance through reckless harvestin’ an’ butchery?” She didn’t seem so much angered by the thought of killing Alliance, so much as by the recklessness.

“No, no! I didn’t, no.. Ah-- Ah tried ta get dem ta be subtle, in a lot of places. But many of dem did not listen. Dey butchered innocents.. Dey were reckless in deir methods an’ did not disguise demselves. Most of de time, ah didn’t even know of et until far too late ta solve de problem.” The Darkspear rubbed his palm against the back of his neck and wrinkled up his nose.

“By Bethekk.. Zu’Daba,” Zin’adi spoke, immediately garnering his attention. It was not often she didn’t use her affectionate nickname for him. “Are you a mon who thirsts for blood?”

“..No, mada..”

“Do you lack subtlety? Are you witless?” She sighed.

“No, mada.”

“Did you start buildin’ dis boat wit’ every intention to piss off dese people an’ bring trouble upon your clan?”

“..No, mada.” Zu’Daba growled.

“So why are you blamin’ yaself? You said you gave good ordahs. You said you were intelligent. You tried ya best, an’ de whims of oddahs got in de way. Et is possible ta do all you can an’ still lose-- Dat’s jus’ how tings work. Life ain’t fair like dat, an’ you got a tough lot. Besides.. You beat dem back, didn’t you? You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” She offered a supportive smile.

“Ah-- Yes, we did.. We killed de Alliance. Sent ‘em pissin’ back ta Stormwind wit’ powerful voodoo an’ a divine storm, den we killed deir commandah. Had to work for months in Zandalar ta get de support ta defeat dem, an’ ah led us every step of de way. But et doesn’t change dat a leadah must be able ta control everyting in de ranks of dose who serve him. All tings fall onto his shoulders--”

“Bullshit.” She stated, simply. “What kind of foccery is dat? You tink Thrall could have controlled what Garrosh did aftah appointin’ him? You tink dat Vol’jin could control de Darkspear Rebellion’s initial losses? A leadah can only do so much, Zu-Zu. You are not de savior of your people. You are not deir sole hero.”

“..Is dat supposed ta help me feel better?” Daba spoke, crestfallen.

“No. It’s supposed to humble you.” His mother snorted. “You are not de only one who controls de fate of your people. You remember dat phrase? You can lead a raptor ta watah, but you..” She trailed off.

“Can’t make ‘em drink.” Daba finished, for her.

“Right. Dis clan you lead made mistakes.. An’ maybe you made a few with dem. But unless you held de torch ta dese families.. Unless you held de rifles ta de back of deir necks an’ unless you  directly participated in all of de torment dat your clan caused de Alliance.. Et is not only your fault. An’ while et is good dat you were willin’ ta fix what happened.. You should nevah have taken dat burden as your penance for your mistakes. A leadah cannot lead alone.” She rubbed a hand against his back with her brows furrowed.

“Anehone who says oddahwise doesn’t know what et means to lead. Anyone who blamed you, an’ only you, fah what happened.. Dey’re cruel.” She offered.

Zu’Daba sighed and sat up, looking at the stars. “Dat’s not de only problem.. A great creature, a C’thraxxi, stalks us at every turn. If ah had jus’ gone away.. It would never have come aftah us in de firs’ place. Maybe if ah go away now, it will too-- Et seems like et WANTS us ta fight. Ta draw inta oahselves. Am ah only makin’ tings worse in dis struggle?” The Shadow Hunter closed his eyes.

“Where would the clan be, if you weren’t dere?” Zin’adi lofted a brow.

“I.. Don’t know. I don’t know who would have led. I don’t know who would have stayed or left. I don’t know if de whole clan would collapse, dere’s no way to..” He trailed off, seeing her point and shaking his head out.

“Your loa, Legba, ever remind you of dat? Or did you simply forget ta listen ta his voice in ya Rush’kah? Ah shouldn’t need to tell you that, Zu-Zu.” His mother teased.

“Ya righ’, yes.. But-- De fightin’.. What if ah jus’ givin’ Garax what he wants? What if he wants us ta fight? He seems ta always be a step ahead in his grand design, an’ et seems like de more we fight de more power he gains.. Should we run? Should we surrender ta survive, or throw oah lot in wit’ anoddah?” He cringed at the mere thought, red-eyed gaze meeting the older woman’s.

“Can you run?” She canted her head.

“No.. No, we can’t. He’ll jus’ chase us..”

“Would you willingly surrender?” She narrowed her eyes.

“No-- No! Of course not, et’d cost us everything.. We’d all be consumed an’ all we fought ta build would mean nothin’. All.. Obliterated.”

“Would you throw your lot in with the Horde?” She finally offered.

“No.. We are not de Horde. We are many, many tribes.. Ta join de Horde or any oddah folk would insult many of mah own clansmates.”

“So.. What choice remains?” She questioned, assuredly rhetorical.

“Fight..” Zu’Daba clenched a fist.

“Aye. If you hadn’t fought, where would your clan be? What would have happened to all you built if you nevah fought against Skaldrean?” She continued.

“Gone ta dust.. Nothin’. We’d be homeless, an’ destitute.” He already seemed to be perking up in that moment of realization.

“An’ what will happen if you do not fight against dis.. Garax?” She grinned. Now you’re starting to get it, son. “You know de answer, Zu-Zu.”

“Mah children.. Mah clan.. De tribes we’ve aligned wit’.. All of dem will fall down an’ be destroyed, eiddah by time or shadow. We need to fight.” He snarled.

“Dat’s right. You do. An’ even if ah cannot join you in dat fight, Zu’Daba, ah know dat you can win et. When we are attacked, we do not sit on oah laurels an’ take et. We do not -bow- to de darkness dat would consume dat which we love. Even if we lose, as you have, we get righ’ back up an’ start fightin’ again. Until we are nothin’ but ash.. We must fight fah what we are, an’ what we believe in. Ah know dat is what went through ya fada’s head as he shielded us from de sea.”

After that speech, Zu’Daba swiped some tears from his eyes.. His teeth grit and he murmured ever so softly to his mother. “Thank you.. Thank you, mada.. Ah don’ think you know how much ah needed dat remindah. All dis time, ah been called a fool fah fightin’.. Fah strivin’.. Fah standin’ up fah what ah believe in an’ fah de culture of mah people. But ah knew dey were wrong. Dey jus’.. Scared. An’ dey not stupid ta be.. But we all pay in blood, one way or de oddah.”

His mother nodded as he met her gaze tearfully, leaning in to embrace her tightly and shuddering. His face pushed slightly against her cheek as he wept and took a moment to compose himself.

“Ah.. Should probably sleep soon, if you’ll have me here. But.. Can ah ask you something, before ah do?” He closed his eyes and sat back on the stump he perched upon. The cool ocean breeze brushed through his fur as his toes curled into the sand and the stars shone upon the waves crashing against the shore.

“Anehthing, Zu-Zu.”

“Did you know ah was still alive?” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

Smiling, Zin’adi stood up and offered him a hand. “Do you remember what I tol’ you when you were young, aftah ya faddah died? Dat every time a great troll dies, de loa put a star in de sky ta honor deir passing?”

Zu’Daba nodded, standing up and grabbing his Rush’kah from the stump nearby so that he wouldn’t leave it out in the open to be taken by passersby.

“I never saw yours.”

[my-creative-hell]

Before (Avengers au)

This whole situation was fucked. It was supposed to be a simple mission, get in, beat the bad guys up, and get out quick before the press had a chance to catch them and pry them for interviews. That’s how it was supposed to go so how did they get here?

Turns out, these particular bad guys knew exactly who they were, and how they worked. They had planned their attacks to use all of their weaknesses, and somehow it had worked. Hannah’s blindness had been used against her, distorted noises playing to mess with her sense of space. Iden’s guard had been broken using Jake, who had been caught out while running and most definitely at least had a broken arm. Leena had been doing well until they figured out her sequence of attacks, which had thrown her for a loop.

And Grave, well, Grave had been stabbed, simply put. Blood was leaking onto the floor, covering Hannah’s knees as she kneels next to the younger teen, and muttering reassurances, though she wasn’t even sure if she believed them herself.

Grave didn’t, she was shaking and crying, the pain boring into her memory as she lay on the floor, Hannah’s hands over the wound, pressing it shut and trying to stop the blood that was escaping from her torn flesh. Hannah’s expression was one of deep pain for the younger teammate she had come to view as family, and she would wince every time Grave cried.

“I know it hurts hun, just hole on, okay? Iden will be here soon.” It was more of a wish than a promise. Iden was the least injured of all of them, his ridiculous strength the only advantage they currently had. Hannah could see him fighting, throwing men left and right, his expression more anger stricken than she had ever seen.

“Are you sure?” Grave asks in a small shaky voice. She’s biting her hand in an effort not to cry out and make too much noise, though Hannah could still hear small whimpers coming from her, each one breaking her heart a little more.

“I hope so… if not, you might have to do something, hun.” Hannah says gently, knowing she couldn’t promise what she didn’t know. She didn’t know if Iden would win and if he would be able to fix this, if he would have enough energy to even try. The thought of losing Grave was the worst part, and Hannah didn’t want to risk it. No matter the cost.

“Okay, cool. Great. This is awesome.” Grave was panicking, trying to even her breathing and slow it down and breathe normally. Trying not to panic. But Hannah could feel it bubbling up inside Grave.

“Hey, its okay. You’ll be okay. Just breathe.” Hannah reassures, keeping her voice quiet and comforting, trying her best to remain calm sounding despite the worry and fear that was flooding inside of her, threatening to spill over at any second.

“O-okay.” Grave nods gently and Hannah can feel her starting to take normal breathes, breathing in deep and letting it go, making her feel a slight bit better. But she knew the situation was still bad. Grave needed help, and she may not get it, so something else had to be done.

“Okay, we’re okay. Look, hun, you might have to use your abilities here.” Hannah admits, wincing. She didn’t even know if Grave was in any condition to use them, but it was a last resort. She could hear Iden in the background, and it didn’t sound good.

Grave nods and Hannah can feel her clench her fists and begin going back in time, smiling gently, hoping it would turn out okay as she fades away as Grave goes back. But it’s all fuzzy. Grave tries to stop, it’s going back farther than she wants it to, but she can’t stop it.

When she comes back, the same building is around her. But its empty, abandoned, the walls covered in peeling paint and the floors dirty and unkempt underneath Grave as she sits up, the wound now gone, but with no idea of where exactly she was.

Grave knew the abandoned building was close to where the team lived, but with no knowledge of when she was in time, she couldn’t exactly just go up and knock on the door. What if it was too early, or she was already there?

Grave stands up swiftly, heading out of the building as fast as possible, not wanting to be stuck in there a second longer than she had to be. Opening the unchained doors, she steps into the world. It was buzzing, people walking past her at all sorts of different speeds, heading to work or milling through the shops on the street. Everybody was so focused on their own shit; no body noticed the slightly distressed teen exiting the abandoned building.

It almost made Grave laugh as she begins to hear a clicking noise. At first, it confuses Grave; her believing it might have been her bones that were clicking. Though, when she turns her head she manages to see Hannah standing outside a coffee shop. She appeared to be waiting for something and was tapping her white cane in a bored manner, face displaying the same emotion behind her sunglasses.

Grave gets a flash of happiness run through her, and almost runs up to the shorter woman, but she quickly remembers that this was Hannah from the past. This Hannah was wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes, and her Hannah never did that anymore, saying it was a waste of time. The realisation makes her sad.

This Hannah seems to feel something is amiss, a slight flash of something passing inside her head, a voice she didn’t know, but seemed to feel comfortable with. It makes her feel funny. Out of curiosity, she turns her head towards the strange feeling, sensing that someone was there and probably staring at her.

“Ohshit- um… hi.” Grave says nervously as she realises Hannah has noticed her presence, watching as Hannah raises a single eyebrow in questioning.

“You’re gonna have to get closer if you want a conversation.” Her voice is dull when she speaks, the normal life Grave’s Hannah would have seemingly nonexistent as she speaks. This Hannah seems bored with the world, and unwilling to be a part of it, her voice reflecting those emotions.

Grave gets closer, still nervous as she approaches this new old version of Hannah.

“H-hi Han-I mean… hi.” Grave corrects herself, not wanting to say her name. This Hannah didn’t know her, and it would make it so weird, and lead to a lot of explanations Grave didn’t even know if she was allowed to give.

“You sound like a kid, why did you wanna talk to me?” Hannah questions as she tilts her head. Whoever was in front of her was young, definitely not an adult, and by the sound of them they were around ten, way too young to be talking to a twenty year old.

“Because… I-I…” Grave starts to play with her shirt as she talks, twiddling it between her fingers to try and curb her anxiety. “I didn’t… mean to come back this far, but I cant go back until later so…” Grave sighs, sounding upset. “Why am I telling you this-” She cuts herself off as Hannah listens to her. As much as Hannah didn’t know what was going on, and as much as she didn’t like people, hearing a small child sounding so upset made her feel weird, and she didn’t like that.

“Look, I can tell you’re panicking, so just breathe, alright? Whatever’s happening, I’m sure it’ll be fine in the end.” Hannah’s voice lacks the normal softness Grave would be used to, but she could tell it was in there, even if it seemed to be clouded. The words had the same sentiment, even if her Hannah would have phrased it a little differently and maybe a bit kinder.

“Yeah… thanks.” Grave nods. She feels a little bit calmer about the situation, but her mind wasn’t quite caught up with it all yet. Her head was still slightly unscrewed, and she didn’t know how long that would take to fix itself.

“You’re like, ten right? What are you doing out here all alone?” Hannah questions frowning. If it was any other person, she wouldn’t care, but a kid being alone on a street Hannah knew to be very busy felt wrong to her. Wrong and off.

“I-I um… missed… the bus to get home.” Grave bold face lies to Hannah. She couldn’t exactly tell her the truth, that she came back in time way too far and is now stuck there for a few days, shed surely sound crazy.

“Mhm, sure thing kid. I meant why aren’t your parents with you, a kid shouldn’t be left alone, ever.” Hannah states clearly, seeing through the lie in a second and aiming her hidden empty eyes down at Grave where the much younger girl stood, slightly shorter than her now.

“Because… they suck.” Grave says honestly, looking at Hannah as she raises her eyebrows, that response seeming to have surprised her a bit, a small pit of worry in her brain at that.

“They suck, huh?” She questions, knowing the kid wasn’t really lying. She knew all the ways a parent could suck, and some were way worse than others. But all kids deserved good parents in Hannah’s eyes. She knew all about sucky parents, and didn’t really like the thought of other kids going through the same things.

“Mhm.” Grave says simply as she looks at Hannah, her face black even though she knew Hannah wouldn’t be able to see it.

“So, are you planning on going home to your sucky parents?” Hannah questions, the concern that was inside her not showing through on her face as she talks to the child. She had no idea what the answer would be; it all depended on how bad the parents were and how stubborn the kid was.

“I guess I could walk there. It’s only like… three of five blocks to get there and it’s not that late-” Grave ponders as she stands in front of Hannah, thinking about what she could do. Hannah was thinking too, wondering about this kid and their home life.

“Do you not wanna go home?” Hannah questions, the concern increasing at the kids seeming disinterest at going home to their parents. Most ten year olds would be crying for their parents and would jump at the chance of going home, but not this kid. And admittedly, that worried Hannah, though she would never show it.

“I mean, kinda? On one hand, my parents are home, on the other hand, I don’t have to talk to them and on one foot, if I don’t go home then my mum would be mad.” Grave explains as she thinks, and Hannah gets genuinely concerned now. It was evident the child didn’t want to go home because of their parents, and that struck something inside of Hannah.

“How sucky are your parents, kid?” Hannah asks, concerned. She didn’t want a bad answer, but she couldn’t knock out the possibility of getting one from this kid, and then what would she do? She didn’t know if she could let a small child go home to bad parents, but what was she supposed to do instead?

“Not extremely sucky, but they do yell at each other a lot and get mad when I try to say anything, but then again my mum did give birth to me and I’m living under the house she bought, so I don’t really have any say in anything she does.” Grave shrugs it off, clearly used to all of this. Hannah huffs in an annoyed tone.

“You don’t owe your parents respect just because they made you, kid. They shouldn’t be yelling at you all the time.” Hannah sounds neutral enough, but inside her head she was frustrated with the parents of this kid for making her think this situation was perfectly fine. Parents can argue, sure, but do it away from the damn kids, and don’t yell at them when they try to speak their minds.

“How do I not? I spent nine whole months in her and she decided to keep me, I should be grateful for that.” Grave tries to justify, showing her naive side to Hannah. Kids often didn’t believe their parents could be bad people and would wave off their misdeeds in the hope of attention and love. Hannah knew that all too well.

“Just because a parent decides to keep their kid, doesn’t make them a good parent, trust me…” Hannah remembers her human parents her and her twin brother were given after being kicked from heaven and reborn as more human. They were atrocious, but for the longest time, the twins ignored it in the hopes they would be loved. It was wrong, not to mention a complete waste of their time.

“Oh… okay.” Grave sounds downtrodden. She believes Hannah, even if she still feels like she owes her parents respect, even when they don’t give her any of her own. Hannah’s concern for the child grows, actually cracking onto her face a little in furrowed eyebrows and a slightly softer voice.

“I don’t mean to upset you, kid, but you gotta know your own self worth. If you really want to go home, I won’t top you.” Hannah says simply, listening to the air around them as Grave thinks. She didn’t need sight to know the kind of expression that the kid would be wearing, and she felt bad for putting it there.

“I don’t wanna go home. I-I can… stay at a friend’s house until tomorrow, I’ll tell my mum tho-” Grave explains, though her voice catches Hannah’s attention slightly, a slight tremor behind it.

“Hey, no reason to get upset. You okay?” Hannah asks, her eyebrows conveying her concern a bit more as she talks to the kid in front of her.

“I’m fine. I’m actually kinda happy because it’s not a school night and I can stay up late.” Hannah can feel the kid smiling, which calms her down a little.

“That sounds like a good plan.” Hannah remarks as she listens to the kid in front of her, her voice s bit lighter and back to its more neutral tone many would mistake for cold and blunt.

Grave’s phone vibrates as she speaks, making her check her phone. Apparently her friend had an insane sense of timing, as she had text her at that very moment.

“hhh I gotta go to the day camp for a while and phones aren’t allowed but I’ll text you when it over uwu.”

“Hm. Fuck.” Was all Grave could say in response, slightly surprising Hannah with the swearing, though she chose not to say anything about it. This wasn’t her kid, what did it matter?

“Fuck?” Hannah questions, unable to know what was going on until the young child explained it to her. She had heard the phone, and could only assume whatever was on it wasn’t something Grave had wanted to read.

“Fuck.” Grave replies, and Hannah could tell she was nodding, even though she couldn’t see it. Hannah scrunches up her face as she replies; reminding Grave she doesn’t know the situation.

“Why? I don’t know what’s going on.” Hannah says firmly as she waits for the small child to reply to her.

“My friend isn’t gonna be home today.” Grave explains to Hannah, sounding frustrated as Hannah understands the situation she has been placed in.

“Oh, well fuck.” Hannah replies bluntly, brain thinking of other options for the child who didn’t want to return home, face neutral as her brain runs a thousand miles a second. She sighs before speaking again. “Look, I realise this is probably super weird, and feel free to say no. but you seem to have a weird… knowledge of me, so if you wanted to stay at mine and my brothers place tonight, I wouldn’t be against it. We both took childcare classes and used to be babysitters, so its not like we have no experience.” That wasn’t a lie, Hannah and Iden would baby-sit all the time when they were younger, and had kids even stay round theirs when their parents were working.

“…Alright, sounds legit.” Grave says in a blunt voice, though she was secretly very excited to spend time with the twins, especially since Hannah at least seemed to be very different to the version of her she knew. Plus, she knew them. She knew they would never hurt anyone, especially a child. She knew she was safe, and that was enough for her to look forward to this.

“We just gotta wait for my brother… though, it is cold out, are you wearing a coat?” Hannah questions, unable to tell by the noises coming from Grave’s clothing what the answer to that question was. It was cold outside, even Hannah could feel it biting into her skin as she stands.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Grave replies simply as she shifts to stand closer to the edge of the shop, away form the people bustling into the shops. Winter was always hectic, and the Christmas rush had definitely begun, shoppers running around.

“My brother works down the street in the old bookshop there.” Hannah explains, pointing a finger in the direction she meant. “You wanna walk down and meet him?” Hannah asks Grave as she points.

“Yeah, he sounds cool.” Grave nods happily, though she tries to hide it, and the fact that she already knows Iden is very cool. Hannah smiles, and it actually looks genuine on her face for a moment when she does.

“Yeah, he is, let’s go. Oh, uh, a tip, walk slightly behind me so I don’t smack you.” Hannah explains to the child, though she had a feeling that somehow, she would already know this.

“I already know.” Grave smiles as she answers, getting slightly behind Hannah as she begins to walk, swinging the stick as she steps. Hannah huffs at that, though it isn’t annoyed sounding, more amused.

“Had a feeling you would.” She replies, smiling inside. This kid was strange, but she kind of liked it about them. “Hey, I know you know my name, but I didn’t get your…” Hannah reminds the child as they slowly start to walk.

“Oh! Its Grave.” Grave replies as she matches pace with Hannah, making Hannah smile again, though it was smaller, it still placed genuinely on her face.

“Nice to meet ya, kid.” Hannah says with a slightly warmer voice as she leads Grave to the bookshop.

As they walk, Hannah can feel the temperature dropping in the air, and it starts to smell cold too, making her huff as she knows the inevitable conclusion. As if on cue, something small and cold touches her nose, melting into a drop of water as it hits her warm skin. Snow. From the feeling, it was coming down pretty well and heavy, and would probably be there for a few days at least.

“Hhhh its  s n o w.” Grave says happily, and Hannah can feel her shaking next to her, though it seemed to be from excitement rather than the cold around them.

“You like the snow?” She asks the kid, even though she already knew the answer to that question from Grave’s reaction, making her smile inside.

“Yeah! It feels nice.” Grave explains. It’s a take Hannah had never heard. They had never really placed or done anything in the snow when they were kids, so her opinion was neutral. Maybe she would like it more if she could see what it looked like. Iden had told her it sparkled under the light.

“Suppose so, yeah. The bookshop should be down here.” Hannah turns into the smaller alley she knew was there form her mentally mapped route, recognising the cracks in the pieces of concrete that reassured her she was walking in the right direction. She reaches the door and looks to where she knows Grave is standing. “You cool with going inside?” Hannah questions.

“Y e s. I love b o o k s.” Grave says happily, making Hannah smile as she pushes open the door into the old bookshop.

“Let’s go then.” She says as she walks into the shop. It was warm inside, books stacked high on the shelves, some newer, but most of them were old and classical books in their original covers, painstakingly cared for and sold to people who wanted them. Hannah knew Iden would be sitting at the counter, potentially reading himself. She knew his long black hair would be tied back in a bun, as it always was for work, whereas she let her cropped ginger hair do what it wanted.

Grave starts to sweat immediately in the warmth of the shop, warm was not something that got along with her after some of her… experiences. Her breathing became slightly harder too, her lungs having to work.

“Hey Iden.” Hannah hears him put down a book. He was reading. Hannah can hear Grave shift beside her, but getting flushed and finding it hard to breath can come naturally between two harshly different environments, so she doesn’t say anything, though she does keep an ear out for further changing.

“Hannah, are you aware a child followed you in?” Iden questions, placing his bookmark back into his book as he sets it down, looking at his blind twin in questioning, knowing she would know the expression on his face. Hannah huffs in response, voice blunt once again.

“Yeah, I brought her. look, long story cut very short, she’s staying with us tonight.” Hannah explains in her normal dull voice, surprising Iden, though he smiles at them both.

“Okay, that’s no problem with me.” He says happily as Grave watches them. She feels very happy inside to be with them and watch this, but physically she was in pain, the warmth attacking her in uncomfortable ways. It didn’t help that it was stuffy in the shop too.

“Hi!” Grave puts it aside, waving to Iden with a smile on her face. Now that she had been placed in her ten year old body, he looked even bigger than he normally did.

“Hiya, what’s your name?” Iden smiles slightly as he looks down at Grave, who was focusing on answering and trying not to think about the warm stuffy shop she was currently in.

“I-I’m Grave. It’s nice to meet you.” Grave replies happily, though the air burned her skin, though she knew no burn marks would be left on her skin.

“Iden, and it’s nice to meet you too kiddo.” He says happily as he looks down at her, coming out from the counter and placing a book near Hannah, allowing her to hear it. “Okay, I have to sort some stuff in the back before I can leave. Do you guys mind waiting? Hannah, I left a Braille book out for you on the counter by the edge.” Iden explains. Hannah shrugs in response.

“I don’t mind, kid, you cool to wait?” She asks Grave as she grabs the book on the counter, packing her cane into her bag and skimming her finger over the title, opening the book when she decides it’s interesting enough to bother reading.

“Yeah!” Grave replies, not fully paying attention to them. Iden was already gone so she was focusing on gripping her legs and trying not to comment on the pain that was spreading through her skin.

“Do you wanna try and fine a book to pass the time?” Hannah questions as she reads her own, pointing in the direction of all the other bookcases in the shop as she does so, face neutral as she reads.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Grave says as she nods, watching as Hannah nods back at her and continues reading her book, finger gliding over the pages, showing how experiences she was with reading Braille.

Grave manages to find a book and flips it open, reading to try and distract herself from the pain that is slowly rising in her body, but it keeps going up and up, making Grave feel worse and worse as she tries to distract herself. grave slows her breathing down in an effort to forcefully cool herself down, but in a shop this warm and stuffy, it didn’t have a hope of helping, and the pain keeps climbing up and up. Grave puts the book down to focus on her efforts, but it doesn’t get any better for her, and eventually the pain is so bad that all she can do is put her head in her hands and let out a large shaky breath.

Hannah hears the shaky breath and looks up from the book she was still reading, her finger stopping as she moves her head in the direction of the noise, eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

“You alright over there?” She questions, hearing the ragged breathing from Grave very well now as she keeps her head turned in the direction of the young girl, waiting for her response.

“I um… I-its too hot.” Grave explains simply as she looks at Hannah, the pain written on her face, not that Hannah could feel it, but she could sense something was off.

“Too hot?” She questions as she puts her book down on the counter, moving slowly towards the younger girl, unaided with her cane she had put away. But she knew the shop well enough to move through it safely. She stands in front of Grave now, still frowning.

“Too hot.” Grave confirms as she slowly nods, hands gripping her hair in an effort to distract from the other pain coursing through her body. Hannah places a hand on Grave’s forehead gently. The skin felt cold as ice to the touch, and felt almost like getting a cold burn, slight pain dancing over Hannah’s skin.

“What do you want me to do?” Hannah asks the young girl. Sure, she felt cold, but Hannah wouldn’t say that. Clearly Grave felt hot and uncomfortable and in pain, and who was Hannah to deny any of that? She couldn’t deny what Grave was feeling, so she had to help.

“I-I just wanna go outside.” Grave says in a small voice, making Hannah frown again at the pain in it. She gently places her hand on Grave’s shoulder, spinning the girl to be in front of her so she could easily walk her outside.

“Alright, lets go out.” Hannah states simply as she holds Grave’s shoulder in her gentle grip, making Grave look up at her and speak again, trying to make light of the situation.

“You don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to-” Grave starts, though a stern look from Hannah causes her words to go dry in her mouth.

“I’m not leaving you alone like this.” Hannah’s voice is sharp when she speaks, more of an order than a statement, but there was a veil of worry for the child behind it. Hannah wouldn’t leave her alone, in case she needed anything, Hannah had to be there in case.

“Okay…” Grave allows herself yo be lead out of the bookshop, feeling immediate relief when they get outside, the cold winter air smacking into her, starting to sooth her painful skin as Hannah stands near her.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Hannah questions Grave. She could tell something was wrong with the kid, and didn’t quite know what. But it didn’t feel right to her. grave had been freezing to the touch, but was burning up, probably from the inside. It worried Hannah, though she kept her face composed.

“It’s not… I’ll sound crazy-” Grave starts, but once again Hannah cuts her off, the sternness in her voice back again, though the concern was more obviously mixed in as she leans down, slightly taller than Grave in her ten year old body.

“Kid, your skin is cold to the touch yet you’re burning up inside, something happened.” Hannah states as she leans down to be closer to Grave, eyebrows pulled together once again, eyes softer behind her glasses. “I promise I’ll listen.” She reassures the child, and she meant it. She wasn’t going to brush off the feelings of this kid. Grave knew what was going on, not Hannah, and she would listen to her if it meant getting the truth of what was going on with her.

“I-I um…” Grave chuckles slightly as she continues. “I actually already know you. I’m technically from the future, I know that sounds corny, a-and you were with me and I’d gotten stabbed and you said that Iden was coming and if he couldn’t come then I had to use my time fuckaroo power to go back to when the situation didn’t happen-” Grave sighs as she realises something. “You meant the temperature thing, didn’t you?” She asks, feeling dumb as Hannah’s face softens.

“I did, but that’s fine too.” She answers softly. In a strange way, she believed the kid. She knew when people were lying, and this kid had none of the signs. She wasn’t lying to Hannah, so she trusted the words that came out of her mouth.

“Sorry. But now I’m gonna be stuck here for a day. Anyway, about the weird temperature thing…” Grave sits on the floor. “get ready for a crazy ride!” She exclaims as she prepares herself to explain it to Hannah.

“Ready.” Hannah sits down next to her and turns towards her as she waits for Grave to explain everything to her.

“On August 14th, 2019, I went missing. I was riding on my bike and I saw some weird thing in the forest and me, being dumb, tired and downed an entire thing of Nyquil before riding, decided to go and check it out. The thing was ten feet taller than me and it didn't have a face but it had a flower bud like head that opened up to reveal it's teeth. I ran as fast as i could, but it caught me and it bit me. It ripped my left arm off. I passed out and woke up in a place that looked just like the forest, but darker. The trees were black and there was no sky. That place is called The Upside Down, a shadow or echo of our world basically. It's everything bad. There was an entire search party for me and nobody found me for a while, but on the first of September, my 'body' was found in a lake.” Grave begins playing in the snow as Hannah listens and processes. Hannah nods as she finishes speaking.

“Was it not yours?” She questions, tilting her head as she listens to Grave play with the snow.

“It wasn’t. The body was actually fake.” Grave explains, Hannah nodding.

“That makes sense.” Hannah agrees as Grave opens her mouth to continue.

“You, Leena Jake and Iden were there to see the body and you waited until everybody left to go into the room where they had my body and cut it open. There were no organs, just cotton.” Grave explains, making Hannah snort.

“Hah, what a shitty fake.” Hannah observed dully as she listens to Grave, taking in every word and mulling them over inside her brain. Despite this never having happened to her yet, the words made sense inside her brain, like perfectly cut puzzle pieces, slotting together to make a blurred image she couldn’t quite see yet.

“You found me in the upside down a week later, i don't know how but it was probably with your shadows. I was so pale and cold that you tried to get me to take a warm bath but I told you it was too hot and you said 'I could make it a little bit cooler but you have to warm up' and I said 'No. He likes it cold' and walked out of the bathroom. Nobody could get me warm. I had to go to this hospital and i went there for three days every week and I slowly started to forget you guys kinda. I didn't talk anymore unless spoken to and it started getting worse. I was a million times more pale and colder and I started to have visions of the thing coming to hurt people. And the only way to fix this is to...burn the shit out of me until it comes out of me...” Grave explains and Hannah nods.

“That’s why you were too hot…” She explains to herself, realising the situation as Grave becomes quiet, her words trailing off in the silence as Hannah hears her shuffling the snow with her hand, playing with it.

“Do you think something would happen if you burned it out?” Hannah questions the child beside her as she listens to the sound of the snow shifting places on the pavement below them.

“I mean, I’d be sweating a lot and I’d need to be cooled down before I pass out and it’s gonna hurt a l o t to burn it out but its worth it. I can just use heaters and stuff to do it-” Grave explains as she sits on the floor looking at the cold snow around her, feeling better now she was out of the building and in the cold.

“Why haven’t you?” Hannah asks, facing Grave as she asks the question, her voice lower and more serious than it had been before.

“I have to be tied down to do it. Every time I tried to do it, the thing would take over me and turn everything off. I can’t exactly tie myself down, so…” Grave explains, watching Hannah nod her head.

“That’s true, have you not asked me in that time?” Hannah asks quietly. Any other person would have blown this kid off as crazy, but Hannah knew there was truth behind her words, and that made her feel horrible that the kid had gone through all that at sixteen years old.

“I didn’t. I tries to play it off like nothing was wrong and tried to do the thing whenever I was home alone-” Grave cuts herself off as Hannah watches her talk about the other Hannah. She wondered what she was like in the future, hopefully much different than she was now.

“You should ask her. She’d do it in a heartbeat if she knew it would keep you safe.” Hannah’s voice is back to its normal dull state, but she was telling the undeniable truth to Grave. If future her was anything like current her, she would do pretty much anything for someone she cared deep enough about.

“Hhh okay… I will. Should your Iden know this or no?” Grave questions, watching as Hannah mulls the question over, scrunching up her face as she thinks.

“My Iden didn’t seem to recognise you in the way I did. It might be better for him not to know, lest he stress himself out.” Hannah explains, a gentle smile on her face.

“Alright, sounds good.” Grave smiles at Hannah. “I’ll be here for the next few hours, what do you wanna do until I can go back?” Grave asks Hannah.

“Well, Iden should be finishing around now, and he always had a ton of stuff to carry back to the house after Saturday shifts, so we can head back and see what happens?” Hannah poses, listening to Grave as she shifts in the snow to face her.

“Sure, sounds fun.” She says as Hannah gets up, extending her hand down to Grave as she smiles gently.

“He’s probably ready by now.” Hannah says as Grave reaches up and takes the hand, smiling as Hannah pulls her up.

“Lets go get the man-boy.” She jokes as Hannah opens the door and heads back inside, keeping it open behind them this time as they enter.

“Iden, you ready to go?” She asks, Iden coming into view with a large box of stuff, smiling as he carries the very heavy looking box.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” He exclaims as he shifts the box into his hips as he begins to usher them out of the shop, Hannah getting out her cane as she leaves. Once outside, Iden balances the box on his hip as he gets his key out, locking the door swiftly before starting to walk down the street in front of Grave and Hannah.

“How ya feeling by the way? Today must have been a lot…” Hannah asks as she and Grave walk down the street behind Iden. Hannah’s stoic face had a small crack in it, slight concern leaking out as she talks to Grave.

“Well my mind is fuzzy from time travel, I almost passed out about ten minutes ago and I’ve just found out its hard to do things with your powers while your blood is yeeting itself out of you… so I guess you could say I’m a little tired.” Hannah can feel Grave smile after she speaks and returns it softly. She had done more smiling today than she had for a while. It felt nice.

“How tired is a little?” She questions, not one to settle for vague answers when it came to things like this.

“Compared to how I usually feel with patrol and making things till 6AM on a Saturday, I’d say it’s barely tired.” Grave elaborates, making Hannah laugh.

“Good, I don’t want you passing out on me while we walk.” She jokes as they move, able to hear Iden ahead of them as he mutters to himself and hums.

“Don’t worry, I’ve had worse… he can’t hear us, right-” Grave questions, looking at Iden in front of them in a sudden fit of worry, though Hannah waves it off.

“Nah, he’s in his own world when he walks.” She explains as they follow him.

“G o o d. He can’t be freaking out over hearing that a ten, technically sixteen year old got stabbed and stuff.” Grave sighs as Hannah chuckles beside her.

“Yeah, don’t worry, he won’t know.” She reassures Grave, smiling as she thinks about how Iden would react. Yeah, he could never know.

“Hey, wanna know something funny?” Grave questions as Hannah instinctively turns her head to look at her, pretending to think on the question.

“Mmmm, sure.” Hannah answers simply as she listens to her feet crunching in the fallen snow, through she could still feel more falling around them, getting stuck in her hair and eyelashes as she walks.

“So me and Iden spar with each other a lot and i punch him in the chest. he doesn't even m o v e. i ask him what would happen if i punch him in his stomach, he says go on cuz he's curious too...and then i punched him in the face. he moved back a little bit. it wasn't a lot but it was an improvement.” Grave explains, listening to Hannah laugh in response.

“That is an improvement, I think I’m the only one who ever was able to move him with a punch, but that’s not amazing for us.” Hannah half explains, half jokes.

“I actually yeeted him last week. I know he’s strong as hell but I thought I killed him because he was quiet from laughing so hard-” Grave explains much to Hannah’s amusement.

“Yeah, he does that. it’s like a dying seal.” She explains, almost laughing as Iden comes to a short stop, turning down another road and heading to their house.

“He does not sound like a dying seal! He sounds as rad as he is.” Grave defends Hannah’s twin as she laughs.

“He can be rad and a seal.” She explains herself, listening as Grave flounders.

“I…” Grave nods in defeat. “Good point.” She admits, making Hannah laugh as they come to a stop outside the house.

“I know.” She jokes as Iden unlocks the door for them, letting himself in, followed swiftly by Hannah, pulling Grave in behind her as she shuts the door.

“Hh its c o o l in here. It looks noice.” Grave states as she looks around the space. It has a simple décor, but it suited the space well. Generally neutral things were met with occasional splashes of colour and light in the room in front of her, the living room.

“You’ll have to thank Iden for that.” Hannah jokes as she pulls her coat off, placing it on a hook hanging off of the wall.

“I will! By the way, normal you is going to remember this and so will you, so… yeah!” Grave smiles as Hannah turns to face her, pulling her sunglasses off to reveal her blacked out eyes, smiling.

“Well, I’m certainly grateful for that… come on, lets get inside the living room.” Hannah says calmly as she walks inside further, feeling Grave following after her.

“Okay.” Grave smiles as she follows her in. Iden can be heard unpacking things in the kitchen as Hannah sits on the sofa, feeling her normal tiredness washing over her, being displayed appropriately on her face.

“What do you wanna do, kid?” She questions Grave as she sits down, rubbing a hand over her face.

“I want you to go to sleep. You look sleepy.” Grave half demands, almost making Hannah laugh out loud at the stern voice she tried to put on. She settles for a smile at Grave.

“Kid, when you’re blind, you’re always tired. But, cant risk messing up my sleep schedule.” Hannah explains.

“I mean, I look kinda high all the time because I see everything like a heat wave on drugs, so I kinda understand that.” Grave explains as she watches Hannah.

“Exactly.” Hannah laughs tiredly as she continues. “Not seeing the world takes a lot out of you, but you learn to live with it.” She shrugs as she sits down, looking in Grave’s direction as she speaks. “So, anything you wanna do now that you’re here?” She questions the child in front of her, smiling.

“We can make up dumb stories that don’t make sense. Give me a sentence that makes so sense and I’ll start from that.” Grave offers, Hannah trying to come up with something only to find her mind was too tired to even try. Today had been a longer day than normal and Hannah was feeling the effects.

“I think my brain may be a little too fried to think of anything kid.” She admits.

“That’s fine! I can just fix my- oh wait… I don’t have it yet-” Grave says dully as she remembers, making Hannah tilt her head.

“Your what?” Hannah questions the child.

“My prosthetic arm. I don’t have it yet tho because my arm is still here.” Grave explains, looking down at the arm in question, completely intact on her ten year old body.

“That does seem to be the issue.” Hannah jokes in a light manner with the kid as Iden pops back in, done unpacking whatever he had gotten from the shop this time.

“It is, but I can easily make or fix something else… is there anything to fix?” She questions, not noticing Iden until he made a sound as he thought of an answer.

“Hmmmm, hey Han, are your special glasses still broken?” He questions, earning a glare from Hannah as he does, though he raises his hands in a defensive manner, knowing Hannah would know he was doing it, making her huff.

“f u c k y e a h, fixin time babey-” Grave exclaims as Iden walks to go upstairs, calling out behind him.

“I’ll go find them.” He explains as he heads up the stairs, feet thumping on the carpeted wood.

“Thank you!” Grave yells out, hearing Iden laughing as he walks upstairs, the noise carrying behind him. It takes him a few minutes to locate the glasses in whatever space Hannah had thrown them into, but eventually he comes back down with the glasses and a tool kit in hand, giving both to Grave with a smile.

“Go ham, kiddo.” He says happily as he heads into the kitchen to start making food. Hannah can hear him pulling things out and chopping with one of the many knives he insisted on buying.

“Thanks!!!” Grave’s smile widens as she starts to work on them. Hannah listens in amusement as Grave fixes the glasses within three minutes, only managing to cut herself once, making Hannah chuckle.

“That didn’t take long.” She remarks as she listens to Grave finish the glasses.

“Well I kinda know how to fix these already, so y e e.” Grave remarks as she hands them to Hannah, who puts them on a side table.

“That’s true, hey, why don’t you come sit up her with me.” Hannah suggests as she listens to Grave putting away the tools.

“Oki.” She can hear Grave get up and join her on the large arm chair Hannah sits in. “Hi, do you come here often?” She giggles at her own joke, her laugh very light and sweet, making Hannah laugh.

“I would love to say no, but…” She jokes, smiling. “Iden will be done with dinner soon, so you have that to look forward to here.” Hannah smiles again at the small child. “He’ll probably make spaghetti if I know him.” She laughs.

Noise can be heard at the mention of food, and Pudge, Hannah’s pit bull wanders in slowly, looking around and sniffing the air, able to smell the meat Iden was starting to cook. She wanders up to the chair, looking at Grave with inquisitive eyes.

“Babey!” Grave gasps softly as Pudge finishes her inspection of the new small human, jumping onto Hannah’s lap and applying small licks onto Grave’s face, making Hannah laugh at the noise as Misty can be heard starting to run down the stairs, loud thumps growing quiet as he too enters the living room.

He doesn’t give the small human a second thought, jumping on top of the chair, and on top of Grave by consequence, his large fluffy body almost engulfing her as he shuffles around on top of the two of them.

Grave laughs the entire time, happy with the attention from the dogs she knew so well from her teenage years, Hannah laughing as well as Iden eventually sticks his head back into the room.

“Dinners ready!” He yells, the dogs running off of them at the mention of food, going in search of their own which Iden had laid out for them in the kitchen as Hannah gets up and pulls Grave into the dining room with her, sitting down as Iden gets ready to serve the food.

The rest of the evening and night was fun. The meal was amazing, but Grave already knew it would be. Iden and Hannah seemed to become more like the versions of them she knew, cracking jokes with each other and interacting with Grave more and more. They huddled in a pile after dinner, watching random films Grave remembered from her childhood that she hadn’t watched in ages. Hannah and Iden were as they always were, kind and thoughtful towards her. when the twins eventually had to go to bed, Hannah lent Grave the space in her bed, happy to sleep on the sofa with the dogs. She met Grave in the morning as she was getting ready to go, giving her a big hug and smile as she watched her return to her own time, a small wave being given as she vanished.