#but also my dogs are getting older.. maybe by then they'll be gone and that problem'll go away

[skrunksthatwunk]

have just been introduced to a kitten named rascal who lives on my floor and whose babysitters (who are not his owner?) were trying Really hard to goad me into adopting which like. he's a little baby and he's so so so silly and he barely even bit me but like also. this cat isn't yours???? anyway if the owner's giving him up then I might finally have a cat which like AHHHHHG

[russellsppttemplates]

Finn wondering if Jimmy and Sassy feelings would get hurt if he ask for a dog

"Hey, darling, how was your day with grandma?", you wondered as your little boy ran to your arms. Since you and Max were renovating your home office, you thought it would be best that Finn spent his day with his grandparents, allowing you and Max to work quickly without the added worry of your son accidentally touching something dangerous and hurting himself. Your husband had been the one to pick him up from your parents' house, "Finn, do you want to tell mama what you told me in the car?", Max nudged, pulling your son to sit on his lap once he sat in the office chair next to yours as you tidied your desk, organising your materials into the drawers and pots.

"Oh, that's right!", he beamed, "you know grandma and grandpa have Juno", he mentioned your parents' dog. She had been in the family even before you moved out and the sweet labrador was the delight of both the older and younger family members, even Finn didn't escape it.

"I was just asking papa if he thought Jimmy and Sassy would be mad or hurt if we got a dog", he stated, looking at you as he explained the situation, "I know we've had them in the family for a really long time, they were here before I was even born!", he exclaimed, "and before mama, too!".

Chuckling at his antics and at his cuteness, you nodded, "That's right, Jimmy and Sassy have been with us for some time", you noted, giving him your full attention.

"But I don't want to hurt them because they'll think they're being replaced, but they won't be! Our hearts will grow bigger to have another pet in our lives!", he extended his arms before he slumped down, "what do you think mama? Papa said I also had to run the idea by you", he pouted.

"Well, having a dog is certainly different that having cats, Finn", you tried your best to no destroy his hopes straight away, "cats are very independent, they mind their own business, and a dog requires a little bit more attention, and with papa being gone for a good chunk of the week at times, it might be a bit too much for us, and the cats might not react well", you said, "not because they will think we don't love them, but because it will be someone new in the house".

"I get what you mean, papa said the same", he looked up at Max who nodded, "it's going to be another responsibility that, realistically, will fall on you and maybe we should wait until we have more time in our hands", he smiled, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers and your wedding band.

"How about we go and play with the cats, though? Me and papa spent the day drilling and I think we need to gain some extra points with them", you winked at your little boy, seeing him run off to find his furry friends, "I know I'm biased, but he's so cute when he's like this, makes my heart all melty inside", you cooed, pretending to squish his cheeks, "your genetics made him incredibly cute!".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter twelve

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 1, 2018 los angeles, california orion

My moms come up from San Diego for my first chemotherapy appointment. While I’m grateful that they’re here, I hate that they’re just another group of people who want me to tell Calum. Emelia is working today. She had offered to take the day off, but since my moms are here, I figured she should go to work.

“Honey, do you need us to take Duke while you’re getting treatment?” Mama asks.

I sigh, not wanting to think about yet another round of logistics. I feel like I’m having to rearrange my entire life because of the diagnosis and Cal being on tour. Granted, I don’t even know how much of my life is worth getting into order. Does it really matter if I take my classes if I’m going to be dead in a year or two? Taking care of Duke does matter, of course, but he’s not a very active dog and I want him here while I’m living alone temporarily.

“No, I can keep him here. He’s already got a lot of changes with Calum gone,” I tell her. She nods.

“Of course. Let us know if you change your mind, okay?”

I nod.

We get ready to leave, prepping a cold bottle of water for me to have, along with a box of crackers and a bottle of fruit punch Gatorade. In the pamphlet that Dr. Harris gave me about my chemotherapy drug, it mentioned that I’d likely be nauseous after receiving the IV of the essentially poisonous fluid. I don’t think that they’ll do much to remedy the discomfort, but I want to at least try to dispel the symptoms.

Mom and Mama insist that I also bring a sweatshirt in case I get cold, and I just do what they say. I am not in the mood to debate anything with them. I bring one of Cal’s to have a piece of him with me at the hospital. It’s not the same as having him there to support me, but it’s the closest I’ll get to it.

We drive the short distance to the hospital. My appointment is at 9:00, but they’d woken up super early to be able to pick me up and take me to the appointment. I got a text from Calum at 3 am when they landed in Tokyo and I’m so thankful he didn’t call like he’d promised. I would’ve woken up and I’m already exhausted as it is. The chemo is about to make it all worse.

I check in at the same desk that I’d come to before, but this time I don’t see Russell. A young, pretty blonde nurse calls me back instead and she explains that they’re doing more tests to provide a baseline while we track the chemo’s progress over the next few months. The tests include another blood draw, and they let me lay down, but this time I don’t pass out thankfully. Once the initial dizziness wears off, we walk down the hallway into another room, but this one is far larger.

There are several sterile-looking arm chairs, some of which have patients sitting in them already, an IV hooked up to them. I am sad when I see the youngest patient is a boy who can’t be more than 9, bald, hooked up to the chemo transfusion, and reading a Magic Treehouse book. He's so young and he's already received a death sentence: a cancer diagnosis.

The blonde nurse directs me to my own chair, which has a table next to it that has a “WELCOME, ORION” sign and a bottle of apple juice and a pack of cookies. Wow, way to make a girl feel special while she's dying.

I take a seat in my chair, and my moms stay right in front of me, even though they have chairs available for guests very much available. Maybe I get it from them — the inability to accept help. I can't imagine that they'll stand there the whole time. We're supposed to be here pretty much all day.

Another nurse comes over with a cart of medical supplies. She's older, around my moms' age, and she greets us with a 'good morning' that I just ignore. It's not a good morning.

"Let's get you started. Any questions?" She's already grabbing my arm and wiping it with a disinfecting cloth, prepping it for an IV. The thought of an IV gives me chills, so I try not to stare as she puts it in and then hooks me up to the drip of the chemotherapy drug. I don't want to think about it.

"No questions," I tell the nurse.

She smiles at me and hands me a remote. "Press this if you have any issues. I'll be back in a moment to check on you."

I try to look anywhere except for the bend in my arm where she just inserted my IV. Mom opens her mouth to say something right as my phone starts to ring. It's Calum.

"Hello?" I answer instantly. I've been waiting to hear his voice. I know it's some ungodly early hour in Tokyo, but I'm sure he's got a completely messed up sleep schedule right now, and that won't be changing for a few weeks until they're consistently in the same time zone for a few days.

"Hi baby," Cal's tired voice comes through my speaker.

"How was the flight?"

My moms mouth to me that they're going to go grab coffee and I nod, appreciating the chance to talk to Cal without them eavesdropping.

"Long and boring. Ash kept snoring for most of it." He sounds so tired. I've never understood how they could tour like they do. The different time zones, constant busy-ness, late nights... it's exhausting.

"I'm sorry."

Cal laughs. "Don't be sorry, you had absolutely nothing to do with it. How are you? What are you doing today?"

My breath catches in my throat. I have to lie again. My stomach sinks and I feel guilty all over again, but I don't have time to dwell on that. I have to tell him something. "My moms are here. Probably just gonna take a short hike and get some food, maybe go to a museum."

I feel like I can hear him frown. "I wish they'd come before I left! I've not seen them in forever. Let them know I say hi?"

I nod even though he can't see me. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry I didn't think to invite them up to see us before. My brain has kinda been mush lately."

"I know, it's okay. I'm excited to spend Thanksgiving with them again, though," he says. Last year we did Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with his, since Thanksgiving isn't exactly a thing in Australia. We were talking about hosting his parents and Mali here in LA this year, but we hadn't finalized that yet.

"Yeah, that'll be good."

"Hey," Calum says, which makes me laugh. Why is he greeting me again in the middle of our conversation?

"Hey?" I reply, asking it as a question.

"We're one day closer to me coming home."

I smile at the prospect of having him back home and by my side. "Yeah, what is it? A couple of months ‘til you're in San Diego?" I think I'll still be getting treatment, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to cover my tracks with him being so close to home, but I try to focus on getting through things the way they are right now. He will be home for good in November. I can make it to November.

"Yep, two months. It's October 2nd. Oh! Maybe your whole family can come to the show! Would your moms let Eri come even if it's a school night?" His mention of bringing my brother to the show is cute. My little brother absolutely adores Calum. Actually, my entire family is obsessed with him, and I don't blame them.

"Maybe, I'll have to ask." I know for a fact that they would let Eri come to a show, regardless of date or time, but I'm leery to make any kind of promises at this point.

“Just let me know, I’ll put whoever on the list.”

“Yeah, for sure. How’s Japan? How’s everyone else? I wanna hear all about it.”

Cal then dives into the rundown of their arrival to Japan and going through customs, meeting fans at the airport and finally getting to the hotel. He said Matt is already tired of them, but, to be fair, Matt was tired of them after two days of rehearsals. Ash said that Kay’s grandma is back at home, so I won’t be running into her at the hospital. It hasn’t been a full day since they left but I feel like so much has happened. Hooked up to this IV, my cancer feels so much more real.

“I’m getting sleepy again, so I can let you go. Just wanted to hear your voice.” He yawns and I can only imagine how tired he looks. I'm tired too.

“Of course,” I say. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll text you when I wake up again.”

We hang up — I’m not sure which one of us does it first or if we do it at the same time, but it seems like the silence comes instantly. The moment my phone goes quiet, I realize just how freezing I am. I remember the sweatshirt my moms made me bring and pull it out of. my tote bag that's on the floor, just as the two sympathetically smiling faces appear in front of me again.

They're carrying Starbucks cups from the food court, a third one in their hands that I presume is for me.

"We got you some mint tea — it's supposed to be great for nausea," Mama says, handing me the hot cup.

"Thank you," I say, wrapping my freezing fingers around the warmth of the tea.

"How's Calum? He's in Japan first, right?" Mom asks. She ignores the chair that's next to me that she could sit in, instead choosing to squat in front of me with her iced coffee in hand.

I nod and take a sip of my tea. I've always loved mint tea. Cal and I seemed to have a cup almost every night for the first few months of us living together. "Yeah, Japan. He's tired, but he'll be tired for a while."

Mom sets a hand on my knee. "So will you." She's right. I'm about to be drained and exhausted and sick and miserable. She smiles sadly at me.

Just like the drip in my IV, the next few hours go incredibly slowly. I'm so cold the entire time, the staff have to bring me a blanket, and I note mentally to bring one with me next week. My moms were prepared and both brought books to read, one of which they end up giving to me. Scrolling on my phone got old quickly, but I found some photos of Cal and the boys arriving in Japan and enjoyed that.

Once I'm done with my first full bag of the chemo drug, we get to leave. Walking out of the hospital and back into the sunshine is jarring, and I'm still cold, even though it's still very warm outside. My moms drive me back home, but once I'm back in the apartment, they have to leave to drive back to San Diego so they can have dinner with my brother. He'd been at a friend's house all day while they were here.

They offer to order me a pizza or something for dinner, but Emelia and I are planning on hanging out tonight. I know I won't feel well, but Em just wants to be there for me in case I need anything. She'll probably stay the night, too. It won't be as comforting as having Calum, but I will gladly take the company.

A few hours pass while I'm alone, and the nausea sets in quickly. I text Emi and ask her to bring food, even though the thought of eating makes me feel worse. I know I need to eat. I don't specify what she should bring, because nothing sounds good. She just says she'll be here in thirty minutes.

I text Calum in the meantime.

To: bass boy 💕 hi my love hope you're getting some beauty sleep i know i said don't bring me anything but actually can you bring me some kind of Japanese snacks pls i will love you forever and ever and ever i mean i'll do that anyway but i do want some snacks ignore me til you're awake was just thinking and thought of it and wanted to ask hehe oh and i know it's not til the v end but can you pretty pretty pretty please buy me chocolate special k in europe i will remind you dw

I think I've successfully pretended things are normal, and I do desperately miss the Special K in Europe.

A knock on the door is timed perfectly with the end of my texting spree, and I know it's Emelia, hopefully with food.

"It's open!" I yell out, not wanting to move from my comfy spot on the couch.

I hear the door opening and closing, followed by some echoed footsteps, and then Emelia is standing in the living room. She has on her work clothes — black leggings and t-shirt, nonslip shoes on her feet. She's not wearing the hat that they make her wear anymore, but her hair is still up in a messy ponytail.

"Hi, how ya feelin'?" She asks. She also holds up the bag of food she brought. It's the ramen from the place that's pretty close to here that I love.

"Pretty shitty, but I know it's only going to get worse."

Em frowns. "Well, have no fear. I brought ramen, and we can watch Girl Meets World all night."

My jaw drops. Everyone in my life knows how much I love Girl Meets World but judges me for liking a kids' show so much, so no one ever watches it with me. She really is such a good friend, willingly watching something that she knows will make me feel better.

"I love you," I tell her.

Then, she smiles, takes off her shoes, and puts the food on the coffee table, disappearing for a minute. When she comes back, she has glasses of water, napkins, and silverware. Emelia plops onto the couch next to me and takes the ramen out of the bag, setting it up for us.

"I got the curry and the mushroom," she explains. "I wasn't sure which you'd want today. I'm fine with whatever you don't want."

Both are normally delicious, but neither sounds appealing right now. The mushroom broth is lighter, so I go with that, thinking if nothing else, I can just sip the broth.

After a few hours of watching TV and pretending to eat my ramen, I suddenly feel Emelia's eyes on me. She's got a thoughtful look on her face, and I don't know what it is.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head. "Sorry, was just thinking. Do you know if you're going to lose your hair?"

I gulp. I'd looked into it. It depends largely on which form of chemo you're on, but also, it comes down to luck. "The drug I'm on is one that doesn't usually cause it, but there's still a chance I might."

Emelia nods, thinking. "Do you want to get a wig? Just in case."

I'd thought about it, but wigs that actually look nice are very expensive. Medical bills are already racking up, and my moms are going to help me, but it's a lot. "No, I think I'll just cross that bridge if I get to it."

"Do you want to cut your hair?"

It's relevant, but it catches me by surprise. I hadn't thought about that. I might lose my hair, but I've had long hair for so long. I've not cut it much shorter in so long. I'm also... dying. Why do I need to have long hair until I die? Why can't I change it up?

Isn't that what life is all about? Doing fun things?

I turn to her. "Let's do it."

I stand up and head straight for the kitchen, grabbing scissors from our junk drawer. I then go into the bathroom, switching on the lights. Emelia joins me soon after I start tying my hair into four sections, aligning the elastics at the same level, halfway between my chin and my shoulders.

Emelia doesn't say anything, she just smiles at me through the mirror and watches while I begin to saw off my hair. I don't know why I'm making such a sudden, big decision, but I've chopped a full ponytail off already, so there's no going back. Leave it to leukemia to stop me from overthinking every piece of my life.

Once I've cut off all the length, I take off the elastics holding everything together and have Emelia help me even everything out. It's not perfect, but if I'm about to lose it, it doesn't matter. If I don't lose it, I'll go see a hairdresser to fix it.

"OK, let me take a picture and then I need to go lay back down.

I take a mirror selfie, covering my face with my phone, just showing the lack of hair cascading over my green sweatshirt. I send it to Cal while I trudge back to the couch, flopping face-first onto the mountain of throw pillows and blankets.

"Want some Tums? Or Pepto?" Em asks.

"No," I groan. Why did cutting my hair suck all of the energy out of me?

"You okay?"

"No."

Em chuckles, and I feel the couch sink slightly as she sits next to me. "Can I get you anything?"

"A new body?"

She snorts. "Can't do that, sorry."

I let out a pained sigh, turning my head so it's not face down on the fuzzy blanket. "Thank you for being here."

"You have to stop thanking me. I know you'd be the first person holding my hand and bringing me food if it was me."

She's right. I'd probably let her move into our place so I could take care of her as much as she'd let me. I don't think she'd take me up on the offer to move in, but there'd undoubtedly be an offer. I'd do anything for her.

"I think I'm gonna sleep," I announce. My phone buzzes several times in my pocket. Hoping it's Calum, I pull it out.

From: bass boy 💕 UM EXCUSE ME MADAM YOU CANNOT JUST SPRING THIS ON ME IT LOOKS SO GOOD GOOD MF MORNING TO ME MY GIRLFRIEND IS A GODDESS can't wait to see it in person <3 and 1000% will get you snacks and special k anything for you

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a/n: hi hi hi sorry sorry it's been a lil bit have been slowly working on this chapter :)

[necros-writing-stuff]

As someone fairly new to DoL and is now unfortunately obsessed with my hunter kidnapper, I am so glad to have found your blog. Despite Eden probably being one of the LIs with the most content, I'm craving for anything about them. Only if you don't mind, of course, but would you share your favorite headcanon about them? Or maybe also recommend a DoL blog you love that's also as obsessed with them? Sending lots of love your way~

Other writing accounts that are Eden focused? Not quite sure there are any active ones, but I'd still recommend checking out @angrelysimpping and @inkyquince for their Eden content, which is great when they make it! As for art check out @bestoan (on hiatus) and @yallaliyalla

As for my headcanons... oh man I have a tonne. These are all not canon as far as I know, just my little thoughts. Noncon and (past) abuse warnings.

It's a popular one, but I'm sure Eden was an orphan previously.

Eden and Bailey were childhood friends.

Eden partially thinks they're saving you by abducting you. This one connects with the two above - they know what being an orphan is like, they know what town is like, they know what Bailey is like.

Eden did not lose their virginity consensually. Maybe someone whored them out, maybe it got stolen by a wolf and thats why Eden hates wild animals so much.

They have some form of neurodivergency and it made academic learning hard for them - especially on top of a hard home life - but they're still capable of knowing a lot (see: Eden telling PC about inaccuracies in their magazines).

Eden's immune system is pretty fucking good after all those years out in nature.

They were probably deemed as an attractive kid, and now that they're older and scarred they're self conscious because the only point of "attractive" they know to compare themself to is a long gone version of themself that was likely preyed on.

Can pick up on your emotions and how to manipulate them for their benefit, but doesn't know how the fuck to help you when you're down.

Used to have a hunting dog, it got either taken by the wolves or eaten by it. Hence the collars. Could have been an ex K9.

Has the worst handwriting. Can barely read it themself.

0 table manners what so ever. They've not ever really needed to have them.

Hairy as hell. Doesn't shave. Male Eden trims his beard and that's it.

Had their hair pulled a lot before they ran away from town and now hates cutting it because they remember it being pulled on when they do it. Doesn't enjoy PC pulling their hair.

Eden isn't masochistic. They have a little bit of a sadist streak.

Panics when restrained in any way.

Enjoys doing things to PC that they hate on themself because it makes them feel strong - makes them feel like they'll never be a victim again if they can do these things now.

But also doesn't really have a reference point for what the fuck healthy is, so they don't really know that some of the things they do are bad.

Doesn't know vegans exist and will be confused if you inform them they do.

Finds synthetic materials to be aggravating on their skin.

Very much an introverted person who needs time to themself.

Spends most of their time in their head and doesn't think about sharing those thoughts unless they're excited or it is to do with you (read: about sex or things you do for them).

Doesn't talk about their past because they don't know how to handle the emotions they bring. And it's stuff Eden believes doesn't affect the present, so they don't believe there's any point in talking about it.

Similarly, likes to live in the present. You fucking them over will make them hold a grudge, though. They have trust issues.

Has things they want to learn but simply doesn't have the resources to.

Gets their bullets from Bailey, and still meets with them every once in a while. Trades some good furs and leather for them, which Bailey sells off.

Has some blackmail that Bailey asked them to keep safe stored away somewhere. Bailey giving Eden PC is their way of saying thank you, or something like that.

A chatty drunk. It's the best time to get personal info out of them.

Thats all I can think of right now! I might reblog and add more later.

[gamerbearmira]

DA. Mirabel, Antonio, and Luisa

"heeeey Dolores" Mirabel said as she ran up to her cousin with a strained smile "you know, out of all my older cousins, you're my favorite and I feel like I can talk to you about anything, like the problem with the magic last night that no one seems to worry about but you must have heard something about that maybe might be important..."

"Mirabel! I found Dolores!" Antonio called as he walked out into the outdoor eating area... Holding the hand of the exact same cousin that was ALSO standing right next to her.

"Camilo!" Felix said, walking up to the 'Dolores' that Mirabel was talking to, "stop pretending you're Dolores so you can have seconds!" Camilo shifted back to his usual self with a shrug, "worth a shot" tossing an arepa to his dog, Nico, who was hiding under the table, before getting smacked by one of Casita's window shutters. Mirabel sighed in exasperation at her cousin's antics.

"the only ones worried about the magic are you two" Dolores said in her usual quiet tone, Antonio squeezed her hand tighter, "but we know something happened with the magic, something bad, and you hear everything so you must have heard something" Dolores thought back to the night before, "there was a lot of noise last night Antonio. Oh, Luisa, I heard her eye twitching like crazy all night, and her heart was racing, I'm not sure how much she actually slept last night"

Antonio and Mirabel looked at each other while Dolores wandered off to continue her morning, "do you think Luisa knows something?" Antonio asked, Mirabel nodded "she must have if she was that worked up"

Abuela called the family to the table and everyone sat down, Mirabel managing to catch a seat next to Luisa while Abuela led Antonio to sit at the end of the table near her, the dogs also gathered nearby as Casita brought out their food and water. "Familia, I'm sure we are all thankful for Antonio's wonderful new gift, especially one that helps us connect more with our dear perros, truly a wonderful blessing, I'm sure today we'll find a way to put your gift to good use"

Antonio furrowed his brow, he couldn't get sent off to do chores, he needed to help Mirabel! Antonio looked over at where the dogs were eating, he could hear them talking to each other, and that gave him the perfect idea, "I already know how I can use my gift to help Abuela!" He said, Abuela smiled, "wonderful Tonito, what do you have in mind?" Antonio jumped out of his chair and ran to their dogs in excitement, "our dogs always help the family around town, I bet they'll be even more helpful if everyone knew what they were saying, I can go around town and translate for them, it'll make things easier for everyone"

Abuela's eyes widened, "that's perfect Tonito, our precious perros are always such a big help, knowing what they have to say will be such a great thing for the Encanto. Now, I have an announcement" as Abuela spoke about Isabella's proposal, Antonio sat back down and locked eyes with Mirabel from across the table, he smiled and nodded, assuring Mirabel he had a plan, and Mirabel nodded back. "Okay, our community is counting on us" Abuela said, "la familia Madrigal!" "La familia Madrigal!" The family echoed back, before getting up to start their chores, with Mirabel realizing Luisa was already gone.

"what? Where did she go?" Mirabel asked, and Antonio pointed to Luisa's dog, Atlas, who just finished eating with the other dogs, "I'm sure he knows where she is, and maybe he knows why Luisa was so stressed last night".

Antonio and Mirabel approached the big Saint Bernard, who was just as much a gentle giant as his owner, "Hello Atlas" Antonio greeted, "how's Luisa been doing?" The dog began barking in a way only Antonio could understand, "really?" Antonio asks, receiving a bark of affirmation, "what's he saying?" Mirabel asks, Antonio keeps his eyes on Atlas, "he says Luisa is stressed, she felt weak when you saw the cracks and now she's scared" Antonio continues to listen to Atlas, as he barks "he says she overworks herself because she's worried she'll let everyone down if she isn't constantly working."

Mirabel sighed, "it sounds like Luisa is under a lot of pressure, we should go find her" Antonio nodded, "do you know where Luisa is?" He asked, Atlas jumped up and began running into town, "he says to follow him" Antonio said, racing after Atlas with Mirabel close behind. Atlas led them to the center of town, where Luisa had just moved the church and was now beginning to round up a herd of loose donkeys. "Luisa!" Mirabel called, out of breath as she caught up with Atlas and Antonio, "we were looking for you, are you alright?" Luisa looked up in concern and nodded, "yeah, I'm fine, what's wrong?" Atlas barked up in annoyance at her and Antonio gave a stern look, "well Atlas says you aren't fine, he says you need to take a break" Luisa gave a shocked and almost betrayed look to her dog before attempting to walk away, "well, I AM fine, I just got a lot of chores to do" Mirabel groaned in frustration, "Luisa, Atlas is really worried about you, and he knows you better then anyone, he says your worried about the magic too, that you felt weak when the cracks appeared and your scared of disappointing everyone so you constantly work yourself to death."

Luisa completely froze, as if having been caught in a lie or an embarrassing secret, Mirabel came up and put a hand on her shoulder, "Luisa, I think you're carrying way too much, you should take a break, you shouldn't have to carry so much." With that, Luisa finally broke down, she let go of the donkeys she was carrying and pulled Mirabel into a tight hug, which Antonio and Atlas joined. "You're right, and maybe I do overdo it" she said, Mirabel and Antonio nodding in agreement, she took a deep breath before putting the sister and cousin down, "there is something you should know, I heard the grown-ups once talk about how before Tio Bruno left, he had some sort of terrible vision about the magic"

"Tio Bruno?" Antonio asked, Mirabel shrugged, "he left before you were born, what was in his vision?" Luisa shook her head, "I don't know, they never found it, but if something is wrong with the magic, then the best place to start would be Bruno's tower" Mirabel and Antonio looked at each other and nodded, "but be careful you two, that place is off-limits for a reason."

The owner of the donkeys shouted for Luisa, and she hurried to gather the donkeys, "I gotta go, thanks you two, c'mon Atlas, vámonos" Atlas followed behind Luisa dutifully, but not before barking out his thanks to Mirabel and Antonio, Antonio waved goodbye as they made their way back to Casita.

Not feeling too confident about this one, but I hope you like it

THEY'RE SO REAL FOR THAT <333

No but. Mirabel, Antonio, their dogs and Atlas. Give them a round of applause. They're so cool for that. Luisa definitely needed it, and Atlas could only do so much let's be real 😭😭 ALSO???? How would them going to Bruno's room work? I mean technically I guess the dogs would be fine but then again they are different breeds and whateva

And would Pepa be as adamant about not talking about Bruno??? I mean as far as I know, she and Julieta know where he is and I assume they talk to him so. Would wdtab go any diff???

I love this so much...Mirabel Antonio and their dogs...the dream team...

[koolkat9]

Ok I would ask for EngPort because my hunger is neverending, but I read... scotger? OMG wanna those too!

(hope you feel better my dear)

I will do both. After a good cry, a good night's sleep, and realizing that I wasn't as behind as I thought I was I'm feeling better.

I love both these ships and do not get to talk about them as much as I'd like 😤

EngPort

The classic friends to lovers

There was no grand confession. These two literally became overly affectionate as friends and one day Arthur notices that hey...Maybe they've become more than friends. Like Port is laying in his lap, Arthur is combing a hand through his hair and in a burst of confidence he asks Afonso if they're lovers. Afonso pauses for a moment before going "I guess we are."

They get married during Arthur's pirate years. They may not be legally married, but their crews, their allies and even their enemies recognized it and it was enough for them

Less of a headcanon and more of a thought I constantly have about these two. This is one of the few ships Arthur actually feels comfortable in. There isn't as much digging required on Port's part to get Arthur to be honest. They love each other, they always have, in one way or another so Arthur can be more honest with his feelings because he trusts Afonso more than he has trusted anyone else. Other than one time as nations where Afonso's nation took a dig at his (Pink Map), Afonso has never hurt him or given Arthur a reason to think he would.

They love sailing together. The pirate age may be long gone, but the sea still calls to them, and they'll happily take any kind of boat out on the water. Their best memories lay there after all

They've gotten so good at communicating without words, picking up on each other's smallest tells or using actions to get emotions across. It's easier for Arthur that way.

ScotGer

I've already discussed headcanons for these two, but I'll try to add new ones! If you want to see the og headcanon post it can be found here.

To summarize how they get together (since I went into more detail in the post I linked above). Basically for a long while it was just business with Alastair looking up to Ludwig and Ludwig feeling awkward because Allie is older than him. They become drinking buddies and soon Ludwig feels they're on the same level. Eventually they confess.

Alastair will often convince Arthur to let him going to meetings in Arthur's place just to see Ludwig. Luckily Arthur enjoys a break from time to time so he let's it happen (also deep down he wants to support his brother in this relationship)

They love going on little coffee dates during meeting breaks. Even if Allie isn't involved in the meeting, he'll tag along with Arthur and take Ludwig out to relax during break (because he knows that if he doesn't Ludwig would work himself through it instead and only make himself more stressed)

They are very cuddly. Most are surprised to discover this, but deep down, both of them had always longed for someone to hold them, but they had been too stubborn and scared to admit it. But slowly, they started to allow themselves to open up and initiate affection with each other, starting with simple hand holding and building up to proper embraces and kisses. It's slow, but gentle with a lot of testing the water

Besides drinking together and cafe dates, they also enjoy taking walks togerher, or just staying in with dinner and a movie, baking, mostly casual stuff without a lot of people being around

Ludwig's dogs love Alastair and Allie loves them. He's always been more of a dog person, but never got one of his own because the UK bros house is already packed.

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

ok bad batch finale time! here's my thoughts!

The Summit

ok I'm so scared rn, the opening credits haven't even finished and I'm terrified for my babies

please please go save him

yes tech!!! family comes first

ok I didn't like Phee at first but her interacting with Megs 🥹

oop tech and Phee moment

lmao tech can't do emotions (yk what, same tho)

(cue tiktok sound "walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog")

poor tech he's so fucking confused 😂

that fucker is back 😒

I hate this doctor so much

his voice annoys me

also fuck tarkin, what an ass

low-key so mad at hunter but it is what it is

bad enough that he left cross on the platform but trying to argue that they shouldn't go rescue cross makes me so mad

(believe it or not, at one point I was a hunter girlie and not a cross girlie)

which planet is raxus again??? tbh they're all blending together at this point

lol omega is joining wreckers scared of height club

gd tech is doing something to me today

don't get caught guys, please don't get caught

I did not have hunter willingly killing multiple troopers on my tbb bingo card

*brief intermission in my tbb commentary to inform you that my cats are wrestling and the older one (spock) refuses to just deck Hex when he's annoying him*

again, this dr pisses me off

"test subjects" well that is definitely not ethical

again, fuck tarkin

wtf is project star dust

techs little leggings 🤣 I love them so much

mouse droids!!!!!

stay focused on the mission guys ffs

run omega run

ok prediction: they're not the only ones breaking into the summit

called it lol

tbh saw gerrera really pisses me off, idk why tho

and covers blown lmao

stormtroopers wearing Corrie red hurts my soul so much

let me guess, saw gerreras team is going to grab the one shuttle they aren't supposed to grab

nope they just blew up the ship instead

I don't think they're gonna save crosshair

are we gonna get a season 3????

Plan 99

please I want them to save my boy

please Filoni I'm begging you

I already know something is gonna happen to tech (I opened up tumblr to block all the spoilers tags and unfortunately there was a whole bunch of spoilers on my dash 🙁)

tarkin just really doesn't care about his own troops huh

run tech run

fuckkkkkkkk

tech is gonna die

wrecker is too heavy, he'll make it worse hunter

omg I'm literally sobbing

tbh this was not how I wanted to start my day 😭

tech's dead honey, he won't hear you mega

wreckers little neck brace 😂

don't fucking tell me, that after tech sacrificed himself, that you aren't going to go try and save crosshair

you've already lost one brother, you don't need to lose another

omg they're gonna have to tell Phee 😭

cid sold them out

wait maybe they'll get taken to the same place as cross!!!

ah for fuck sake

it's doctor asshole again

yk they were kinda stupid to go back to ord mantell

cid told them this was gonna happen if they showed face again

and omega is playing right into their hands

doctor asshole brought up tech and wreckers reaction was my reaction

Hemlock is such a fucking dick, like giving hunter his brother's cracked goggles and saying that's all he could salvage?!?!!

I hate him more than krell

"she's long gone" except she's literally venting lmao

god I hate him

at least he found echo

"why did they bring me here?" because they needed Nala Se to cooperate

wait are we gonna find out how the emperor did the thing he did in the sequel trilogy???

don't tell me she's gonna see cross barely alive

for fuck sake the empire is traumatizing this child so fucking much

omg the assistant or something is her template I'm calling it right now

ok I mean I was close, they're sisters so I'm not far off

omega don't look so surprised, it's kinda obvious

so anyways I think that's practically confirmation of a season 3

[isolaradiale]

The dark hues of the evening blended to lighter, softer blues of dawn. With every minute, the creatures of the museum began to slow until they stopped altogether, all at once. Whatever they were doing, they dropped it, and began to move their way to the places they had been before the museum took a turn for the lethal.

The artwork climbed back into their frames, stepped onto their pedestals, and walked back into their display cases. A light rain outside washed all the street paint away, color emptying into the drains in the city. Landscapes let their prisoners out, shutting the windows to their world.

Those unlucky enough to earn a spot on the Wall of Shame reappeared in the lobby, their wounds appearing as colorful splashes of paint, and nothing more.

As the oranges and golds of the sun trickled in through the ornate windows of the museum, a blaring voice interrupted the stillness as the intercom museum sparked to life.

"Goooood moooorning, my lovely little visitors! The door to the museum will be opening shortly. Please make your way back to the lobby in an orderly fashion, and be sure to grab all your belongings!"

As Capella promised, the large wooden doors opened once again, releasing all the prisoners of the museum.

"Thanks for visiting the Tempus Museum! Janus, did you want to say any parting words?" "I'm mortified enough as it is, thank you." Came a muffled voice from behind, sounding much less enthused.

"Aww, somebody's cranky... Well, suit yourself!"

As if to add *Extra Enthusiasm*, as everyone exit the doors, they passed by Capella's invulnerable form as she personally waved everyone goodbye, stickers glittering in the morning sunrise. Janus was still sitting at the reception booth, head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

"Bye bye! Goodbye now! Goodbye! Buh-bye! Bye now!" was the chorus that trailed off as she spoke, bidding farewell to the museum's visitors...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Thank you, everyone, for participating in our recent event: Canvas! As a reminder, you will receive event participation IF:

You've written a starter, thread, mini, or interacted with someone else using the event setting for parts 1, 2, or both.

You've written a 500 word drabble using the setting of the event for parts 1, 2, or both.

You did not have to participate in both parts to receive event credit (so if you only wanted to participate in part 1, it still counts!)

Remember that for participating in the event, you can give yourself 100 stars to use in the marketplace!

A few things have changed as a result of this event, also:

The Tempus Museum has decided to make its home in the Archimedes ward, for now, not far from the Theater of Calliope. Its structure and function is largely the same, but the Optimized Tools won't be there. The artwork won't come to life and attack you, either... during the daytime, that is. You can check out its full description on Archimedes' page!

Janus still takes his place as the museum's curator, and does his best to accommodate guests of the museum. It's not uncommon to see him taking and teaching courses and workshops in the museum, either! He's still polite and eager to help with anything involving the museum and its activities, but if asked questions about the Stars or Spirale, he'll politely explain that he doesn't want to get anyone into trouble. As in the event, on the odd chance that someone is hostile and violent toward him, they'll instantly be killed, and will respawn back in their room.

Thanks again for participating in Canvas! We hope you had a great time!

Frequently Asked Questions:

"Do the things we made turn back to normal?"

Yup! If you didn't destroy it in Part 2 of the event, whatever you made will turn back to normal.

"Will our artwork try to kill us at night?"

Nope! If you took it with you, it's of no danger to you. If you kept it on display at the museum, it's also no danger to you (or anyone else for that matter.) Only the original stock monsters of the museum come to life at night. But unless your muse breaks into the museum, you have nothing to worry about.

The monsters still have their damage invulnerabilities, so unless your muse has a death wish, maybe don't break into the museum without some serious planning. Shady art theft rings will buy your stolen artwork for a hefty price, though, so whether it's worth the risk or not is up to you.

The more often your muse breaks into the museum, the more the monsters will recognize their patterns. Breaking into the museum more than two times is almost impossible, and should be reserved only for the most cunning of thieves.

"What if we made weapons or jewelry? Can we take those back home too?"

Sure! Just know that the weapons will go back to being fragile, and will shatter if used in combat. Any jewelry will look very convincing, but if you try to sell them to anyone, they'll identify it as a fake. Not that they won't buy what you have anyway, but it certainly won't be worth the price of actual precious stones and minerals.

"Can we go back to the museum?"

Yes! It's open to the public from sunrise to sundown, unless there's a nighttime gathering at the museum (which you're free to come up with on your own if you'd like to use it in a setting for a thread.) You could also theoretically break in or sneak in, or hide until the place closes, but you run the risk of running into the guard patrols... or worse.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ (Epilogue)

As the visitors left the building, Capella skipped over to the front desk. Caelum emerged from the darkened corner of the lobby to join her, with the rubber stopper on his cane making soft thumps on the elaborate stone tile.

"Well, that was fun! Thanks for letting us use your museum, Janus." "You're... welcome, I suppose." "Good good! I'll come back here when I make more pieces to show off to the lovely people of our Spirale."

Punctuating this, her hands went up to playfully pat his cheeks.

"Ooookay! Well, until next time! And as for you, Dr. Caelum, I'll see you at this afternoon's meeting or whatever, right?" "Aha, yes I'll be there."

Saluting the both of them, her form vanished into a series of pixels, leaving the other two at the desk. Now that she was gone, the AI turned to give a pointed look at his father.

"...Mmm. Still angry, eh?" Came a chuckle, but the other didn't look so amused.

"You know, at one point, I would have congratulated you for feeling slighted. And I would have celebrated you experiencing such a thing. But you've been around for so long that these things come naturally to you now, don't they? Feelings like being angry... Now I just feel bad when you're upset like any other human."

Another more cheery laugh, and he walked himself over to the doors, motioning the other to follow. With the crowd gone, he could finally step outside and stand on the steps.

"...I am sorry for causing you trouble." "I know." "Good, I'm glad that came across." "I'm still irritated, don't get me wrong." "Yes, yes. I don't doubt it." "And I'm not sure if anyone will come back after such a thing. I wouldn't blame them. I just wanted a place to contribute to this whole thing, and now it's all..."

Sighing, he sat on the first step, watching the rest of the street illuminate in the warm glow of the sunrise. He only realized the old man beside him was trying to sit down when he gave a little huff of effort, and immediately helped his father down beside him.

"Ahh. Much better, thank you." "I could have gotten you a chair..." "Haha, that's alright. If you can sit on the steps, so can I."

For a while, the two sat in silence, watching the streets of Archimedes begin to wake up. Cars stirring, cafes opening, people walking their dogs.

"...Are you doing alright over there?" Janus asked, not turning his head.

"About as well as I can, mmhm." "You still have your migraine medicines down there, right?" "Mmhm. Dr. Lyra has been taking good care of my health, don't worry." "She's the nice one, isn't she? That's a welcome change from the other facility..."

A hand went to the Ai's shoulder, patting it reassuringly.

"Instead of worrying about my health, you should direct that concern inward, Mortimer. You have a place where you can walk around, do all sorts of things humans do. Talk to people, make friends. Play games, read books, paint your lovely canvases. You're not confined to the life we lived three years ago."

Silence followed for a little until the young man leaned against the older one. He must be pushing 70 at this point, right?

"...Are you in a place where you can refer to me by my name? And not that Star code that they made?" "Well, no. Not really. But I don't think anyone's listening. So I don't care~" "Ha! Rebellion got you into this mess, didn't it?" The AI replied with a laugh, earning another from his father.

"Well. Messes that they were, I can still sit with you without you being stuck behind a screen. So even after all the hells we've been through, I'd call that a success. Wouldn't you?"

A smile cracked on his face. They have gone through a lot.

"A success... it's nice to finally call something a success again, father. It's very nice."

[bichlordstories]

15: Blood Sport

Sekijiro quickly rushed towards Recovery Girl's recovery room with adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He never seen you like that. Never had he seen you go berserk on someone so harshly. Then again, it was most definitely because nobody was down there to hold you back, to remind you to redirect your fury to a villain.

But you weren't fighting a villain. You were fighting another student.

He burst through the door, expecting to see you, Todoroki and Recovery girl. Instead of just you three, there was two other people.

All Might and Endeavour.

"Sekijiro-san! What are you doing here?" All might asked.

"I came to see my student." Was all Sekijiro said.

Endeavour scowled at All Might, not even sparing Sekijiro a glance. He walked past the two men and stood next to your bed.

Most of the blood was cleaned off, but you were still covered in hints of crimson. Looking over to Todoroki, he was looking a lot better.

Recovery Girl walked between yours and Todoroki's beds and scanned you both, nodding at Todoroki's body. She turned to Endeavour and spoke in a friendly but not condescending tone.

"Your son is completely fine now, his wounds are all closed up."

"Hm." Endeavour grunted in relief.

"He did have a major concussion-"

Endeavour visibly tensed at this as well as All Might and Sekijiro.

"-but that has been fixed with the help of a donor's blood." The older woman waved off with a smile.

"A... donor?" Sekijiro muttered in surprise.

"(Y/n)..." All Might said, catching both Sekijiro's and Endeavour's attention.

"Yes... (L/n)-san here has special blood. Not only do their body reproduce blood at a fast rate, but it has regenerative properties within it." Recovery Girl explained.

Endeavour looked past the woman at your sleeping form.

Only hints of bruises and a large burn scar on your right arm, in fact, it covered your arm all the way to your shoulder. No doubt it was Recovery Girl's doing... but could it also be yours?

"Looks like he's awake! Hello there, young man!"

Endeavour snapped his head towards his own son, who was sitting up.

It was almost as though he wasn't hurt at all.

Once Shoto locked eyes with his father, he glared at the man and turned from him.

"You are looking a lot better young Todoroki!" All Might said proudly.

"Perhaps they will find themself awake soon?" Sekijiro said, referring to you, who was laying in bed.

"I'm not so sure... their blood doesn't work as well on them as it does on others." Recovery girl said.

This surprised the men a bit.

"Aizawa-san's facial fracture was completely healed due to (L/n)-san's blood. However,(L/n)-san's Blood doesn't really work that well on themselves, if at all. It's as though they're immune to the regeneration the blood provides." Recovery Girl explained.

The elderly woman walked over to you and slowly pulled the blanket over you, leaving your arms uncovered.

"I'm afraid they'll have to miss the ceremony today." She said.

You missed the reward ceremony, unfortunately.

While All Might had to leave because of the ceremony and Endeavour left because he had no more business in the clinic, Sekijiro stayed with you. Although Recovery Girl was extremely hesitant, she decided to leave due to Sekijiro's request.

"Just press that button right there in case of an emergency. I'll be sure to tell you about the ceremony after, okay?" The elderly woman said.

Sekijiro grunted and stayed in the his seat.

Within an hour or two, Recovery Girl walked back in... with Nezu and Aizawa.

Aizawa has his bandages off completely, leaving just a scar that wasn't really noticeable.

Recovery Girl excuses herself and left the three (four of you count your unconscious body) alone to discuss something.

Vlad King immediately stood up, Boeing a bit to the Chimera that was the principal.

"Principal Nezu." Was all he could say.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't really defend you much this time, especially since you nearly beaten a kid to death long after he passed out.

Nezu raised a paw as if to say hi and chill out.

"Please, relax Vlad King! I am simply here to discuss (L/n) and your tutoring."

That did not ease the pit in Sekijiro's stomach.

"...I have failed as a teacher, Principal Nezu. This was an error on my behalf." Sekijiro quickly said with a bow in order to shift blame onto himself.

"Well I don't think that. I actually believe you both did a very good job!" Nezu smiles while referring to the two of you.

Sekijiro studied the anthropomorphic rat to see if there were any signs of him joking.

"But, Nezu, sir, they lost control."

"Yes. They did." Nezu replied before leaning in closer.

"In a battle."

As if this rat couldn't confuse Vlad King more...

"Sir, what are you saying?" He asked.

Nezu stood up straight with a wider smile.

"Todoroki and (L/n) were fighting in the first place. And although (L/n) had caused serious injuries, due to their blood and Recovery Girl, Todoroki came out completely fine, if not just a little sore." Nezu clapped his paws together and walked toward your sleeping body.

"People were quickly put at ease by Todoroki's quick recovery... though there is still some skepticism."

Nezu turned back to Sekijiro with an expression that told him he means business.

"While (L/n) was permitted to fight in the sports festival, it still brings some concerns to me." Nezu said.

"Although the reports from you say that they are improving significantly, they still lost control during the battle. Luckily for them, it was a battle, which helps to bring less suspicion to onlookers."

"So... what is it that you want me to do." Sekijiro asked.

"Not just you. Both you and Aizawa." Nezu held a paw out towards the scruffy teacher.

"For the most part, you have been handling (L/n)-san on your own. But with Aizawa, not only will you be able to deactivate their quirk immediately when it gets out of hand, but you'll also have another mind with different ways of teaching them!" Nezu said before his watch went off.

"Oh goodness! Would you look at that! Time for tea!" Nezu exclaimed happily.

"Principal Nezu, Wait-"

But he was already gone.

Aizawa silently stood next to your bed before sighing.

"...how troublesome..."

Sekijiro looked at Aizawa, then back down at you.

"I'm sorry you were wrapped into this." He said in a tired tone.

"I wasn't forced into this, I was the one to propose the idea." Aizawa said, surprising the large pro hero.

"You... want to-"

"Yes, I want to help this kid."

Aizawa walked around the bed to stand next to Sekijiro.

"The kid took down one of my best students, Sekijiro. But they aren't just a meathead like All Might or Endeavour, they have strategy. The only thing that clouds their judgement is their quirk."

The scruffy teacher brought out his phone, texting someone before continuing.

"They may not be my student, but they are a future worth protecting. Otherwise you wouldn't be there for them, would you?" Aizawa stopped and turned to the larger man.

"I guess." Sekijiro said simply.

The two men sat in silence, waiting for you to wake up or for Recovery Girl to return.

The door handle twisted and opened to reveal a couple students from 1B.

"Yo, (L/n)! We're here to-" Tetsutetsu said out loud before he was interrupted by a hand slapping over his mouth.

Kendo apologized to the two teachers and tried dragging Tetsutetsu out, only for Pony to slip past her and wrap her arms around you.

"Pony, no!" Kendo helped out in concern.

Your arm twitched before slowly wrapping around the horned girl's torso. Your eyes were still shut but you were becoming conscious.

"...what are you doing, stupid?" You muttered groggily, unaware of what was happening around you.

Monoma came up to the bed and crossed his arms while looking down at you.

"Damn, you look like shit-" Monoma said before earning a chop from Kendo.

"No swearing, Monoma-san." Sekijiro scolded.

"Only 20!?"

"Seriously? 20?"

"Wait, (L/n) has what now???"

To say the class was disappointed was an understatement. You had less internship offers than Tetsutetsu, and that sorta made the class a little more than exasperated.

"But, they got into 2nd place in the sports festival. In all 3 challenges. They carried class 1B to the finals- why do they have only 20 offers?" Rin asked.

"That's a load of bullshit!" Tetsutetsu yelled.

"Language please." Sekijiro sighed.

While everyone was ranting in some way, you were staring at your clenched hands. You weren't really having a great time today after people on the streets started avoiding you like the plague, which meant you couldn't pet any dogs. This also meant fearful glances from people... but the dogs are more important.

There was also the fact that you weren't getting many offers from heroes... but at least you got some... right?

"Maybe it's because they were too scary for most of heroes watching?" Tokage suggested bluntly with shrugged shoulders.

Everyone's mood slightly dampened at this until the silver haired girl, Reiko, spoke.

"...Maybe they just can't handle (Y/n)'s awesomeness." She said in a blunt, emotionless way.

Immediately, the class started smiling and chuckling.

"Yeah, they're leagues beyond heroes like some chick in a pink Ugandan knuckles costume." Kurorio said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, or some other trash-tier hero who's full of himself." Kosei added.

"(L/n) is too cool! So cool, in fact, they give penguins a brain freeze!!!" Tetsutetsu said enthusiastically.

You were taken out of your thoughts and stared at Tetsutetsu as if he was stupid.

Soon, your classmates started making stupid jokes, which brought you back to your usual self.

"...I'm surrounded by idiots." You said out loud as the compliments kept being thrown at you.

"Yeah but we're your idiots." Kosei smirked.

Immediately, you flushed red and told the boy to shut up and go to hell, earning a couple laughs from the guy.

"Alright, that's enough." Sekijiro said, finally done with the banter.

Your classmates settled down as the large man stood up from his own desk and let in a familiar woman with BDSM gear and stuff.

"You will be creating your own hero names. Whatever you put will be the alias you use for your internships, however, Midnight here will be the one to decide whether or not the name you choose is acceptable." Sekijiro passed out boards where you would sign your hero name.

One by one, your classmates signed the names they chose, some having to redo them due to Midnight rejecting the ridiculous names.

You were the last one with a still blank board and the only one with a marker hovering over the board.

There was no way you were going for crimson riot, though It probably would have fit you if it wasn't already in use. You weren't going for something stupid, but nothing downright edgy. You wanted a good name, not some label for a clown.

Unknown to you, the class was waiting on you, some even becoming impatient.

"Dude! Do blood god!" Kosei whispered/yelled to you.

You looked up from your board and narrowed your eyes at the teen.

"The hell? No." You hissed back.

"Yeah, do it!" Kurorio said.

A couple desks away from you, the manga kid kid with the speech bubble for a head, Manga, had the words 'blood for our blood god' written on his face.

"Blood god." Tetsutetsu started.

"Blood god."

"Blood god."

Soon, the whole class started chanting. Your teacher and Midnight didn't even tell the kids to shut up, instead they just watched in amusement as they repeated the words over and over again.

A vein popped out of your neck as you forced the irritation down before scribbling your hero name down with incredible force.

You stalked up to the front with the board slammed it onto the chalkboard, somehow having it stick there.

"There, are you happy!?" You yelled to the class.

Your classmates were silent. And so was your teacher. Midnight looked at the paper before licking her lips seductively and smiling an approving smile.

"I'll accept that."

The class soon broke into cheers, papers being strewn across the floor as Kurorio, Kosei, and Juzo jumped from their seats and hugged each other, jumping up and down while Tetsutetsu cried tears of joy.

The girls and the sensible boys looked on unimpressed or in shock.

You were in awe... at how idiotic this class was. You almost wished Nezu kicked you out of UA. Almost.

Meanwhile...

Aizawa stopped mid sentence during his teachings and listened along with the rest of his class.

"...Blood god... Blood god... blood god..."

His eye twitched in disbelief and annoyance.

His students looked at each other in confusion, some whispering while others tried their best to ignore it.

The chanting stopped when something banged against the wall and an angry voice said something loudly.

After a couple seconds of quiet, Aizawa muttered something under his breathe loud enough for the students at front to hear.

"...what the hell are they doing..."

All of the sudden, there was cheering.

Cheers of joy, people shifting around and out of their seats next door.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" A voice exclaimed before the chanting became loud again.

"Blood god, blood god, blood god, blood god-"

"Dicks out for the blood- AHHHHHHH!!!!" Someone screamed.

Aizawa turned towards his door, muttering something under his breathe and walking towards the door.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Aizawa said and disappeared out the door, leaving the class bewildered, amused, and kinda scared.

~~~~~~~

Y'all must be wondering who (L/n) is gonna intern with... lets just say a mass majority of you aren't gonna like it.

[addictofsupernatural]

The Road So Far (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Y/n Winchester and her two older brothers go to the small town of Riverdale for a case, and meets Sweet Pea on tbe way.

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2006

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

Sweet Pea handed Sam the drinks, and you stepped inside. "Dean." You said. He reluctantly gave you his gun that he was hiding behind him. "C'mon dude." You put the gun on the table as he closed the door.

You and Sam sat down at a small table and started eating. "So, what's up with Mr. Nice Guy?" He teased.

You smiled and looked down at your food. "I don't know. Almost everybody seems afraid of him, but he's been nothing but nice to me. I asked around about him to see if he's a player, but everyone says that he's scary or that he's loyal."

"Why do people think he's scary?"

Mm, probably because he's in a gang, and has a neck tattoo, and rides a motorcycle, and is known for hating the Northside, and his name is Sweet Pea." He stared at you, amused. "But I'm just guessing. Could be wrong."

"So it's like he's a scary mafia leader who's respected by his people but feared by everybody else, and also protects his girl and treats her right despite everybody's warning about him to her."

You sat there in silence, taking in the truth that he was saying. "I don't see the comparison at all." You said quietly, picking at your food while Sam laughed.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sweet Pea were having a conversation that was not as lighthearted. "What's your game here?"

"What?" Sweet Pea asked nervously.

"Why are you trying to get into my little sister's pants? Don't think I don't know the kind of guy you are."

"I'm really not trying anything bad." Although Dean was tall, Sweet Pea was still taller, and Dean hated the fact that he had to look up in order to face him.

Dean didn't believe him. "You know we won't be here for much long right? A week max, and the three of us will be on the road together, just like it's always been."

"Yeah, and she deserves more than that." He stepped closer, gaining some new found confidence to the Winchester. "She should be enjoying the things that's in front of her, not just saying 'Who cares, I'm gonna be gone soon' like she has been. She deserves a life, and she's not getting that."

Dean looked away and wiped his mouth with his hand in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe the hunting life wasn't for you. "Look, if I see or hear about you trying anything with her-"

"You'll shoot me?" He asked, some of his confidence gone.

"Oh, no, I'll be standing right next to you watching while she shoots you." He smiled at patted him hard on the back, going back inside.

"So, how'd it go?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Where's my food?" You and Sam looked at each other. If he avoided the question, that meant that he came to a conclusion he didn't like.

You silently put his food in front of him on the table, and he pulls up a chair to eat. "Oh, by the way," you said. "After dinner I'm gonna go out to Fox Forest with a few other people from school. They have a lead."

"Sure, as long as we tag along." Dean didn't look up from his food.

"What? No." You whined. "It's fine, I can handle myself."

"And what about your friends?" Sam caught on to Dean's bitter tone. He understood that Dean didn't like it that you were attaching yourself a little too much to a town that you will be leaving.

"They've been in a lot of dangerous situations before. Jughead and Betty have caught this kid's murderer, a serial killer, and have figured out a lot of sketchy crap that goes on in this town. They're good at solving mysteries, and have stayed alive in the process."

Sam looked from you to Dean. "That's... actually impressive."

Dean ignored all of that. "Jughead? What kind of a name is Jughead?"

Your face fell. "Is that all you got from that?" He sheepishly looked at you. "I'm going. Don't worry, if anything happens I'll call. Promise."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Fine."

You hugged Dean, to which he grumbled and hugged you back. You then took the pie out of the bag and opened the packaging, handing Dean a plastic fork and kissed him on the top of the head in a fun manner, ruffling his hair. "It's cherry."

A small smile came onto his face as he excepted your rare, playful love. You put on your jacket, put your knife in your pocket, and headed out. "Love you guys."

"Love you too." They both called out as you close the door.

You then head out to Fox Forest, meeting with the other three. You all search around, finding nothing for a while. Once you're deep into the forest, you found some tents. "Hey guys." You said. "Over there."

We all hid, trying to see whether someone would come out or not. Someone did. "It's a Ghoulie." Sweet Pea whispered, with Jughead nodding.

"A Ghoulie?"

"It's a rival gang." Betty explained. You breathed out a small laugh. Until they shifted into their true form. You were hoping that this stake out was going to be false, but that wasn't the case. "Oh my God." Betty whispered.

You took out your phone, quickly calling Dean. "Who are you calling?" Jughead whispered harshly.

"My brothers. Trust me."

As he answered, Jughead ended the call. "No. That won't help."

"Let's all just go before they see us." You said. "We need to think about what to do next." They all agreed, swiftly leaving.

The four of you stood in the cold near the bridge. "Okay, I need to process this." Jughead said. "We'll all meet up tomorrow to talk about what we're going to do."

Jughead and Betty left together, leaving you and Sweet Pea alone. "Hey, you okay?" He gently touched your arm.

"Uh, yeah. Still processing. Are you?"

"I'm a little freaked by it, but we have to do something so I guess I should try to be calm right now. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

You both got to the motel, and you stopped him from leaving. "Wait." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop. You then take off the ring you've been wearing. "Here."

He smiled at it and put it on, taking off his dog tag and putting it on you. "I know this was a scary ass night, but I'm still not letting you get away from me. Hope you feel better."

You blankly stated at him before giving him a light hug. "Thank you. I hope you feel better too." He then took off.

You put the dog tag underneath your shirt and went inside. "So," Dean said from his bed. "How'd it go? You called me but hung up right after."

"Heh," you nervously laughed. "So funny story-"

"You saw the werewolves." He uncrossed his arms. You nodded. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We decided to figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Damnit y/n." He sighed.

"I thought it would be a dead end." You defensively said. "I didn't know that they actually knew what they were doing."

He scooted over. "Well go to sleep. We have to go to school tomorrow."

The next day at school you prayed to Chuck that Sam and Dean wouldn't do anything while you were at school. It was then that there was an announcement that you, Betty, Jughead and Sweet Pea were to go to the principal's office. Damn you Chuck.

The four of you were all sitting down in Mr. Weatherbee's office, and as soon as the principal left your two giant brothers came in. "Aren't they your brothers?" Jughead asked.

"I wish I could say no." You gave them an embarrassed look.

"Hi." Sam said. "I'm special agent Hoff. This is my partner, special agent Hassel."

You let out a snort. "I'm sorry, is there something funny?" Dean asked.

"Wow guys, that's good. Special agents Hassel and Hoff. David Hasselhoff. Nice."

Dean sighed. "Really?"

"Dean cut the crap, they know what they saw."

"You two aren't agents." Betty stated.

Sam sighed. "Y/n's right Dean. They're smarter that they look."

Jughead leaned in his seat. "Why would you two have different last names when we know that you were brothers?"

Your two brothers were silent. Dean then looked at you. "You wanna give your smart ass friends the hunter's talk?"

You looked down. "Not really." You felt Sweet Pea stare at you, but you refused to look at him. He'd want to stay far away from you now, you were sure of it.

Sam and Dean finished explaining everything. The three teenagers sitting next to you were staring at you. You kept your gaze on the floor. "So that's why you all have to stay away from that place." Dean said. "At least until we take care of them."

"No." Betty said.

"Wha- were you not just listening to what they were saying?!" You exclaimed.

"You need more people, because knowing the Ghoulies, the whole gang's probably werewolves."

"Betty's right." Jughead nodded. "Strength in numbers. You need the Serpents."

"Serpents?" Dean looked at you for answers. You put two fingers to your neck pulse. He understood that you were talking about Sweet Pea's tattoo. He huffed. "This ain't some game for kid 'gangs'."

"The Serpents aren't a kiddy gang," Jughead protested. "They're a family. And my dad is the serpent king."

You knew it was supposed to be serious, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny. "Well shit." You said, smiling. "This town is so weird, and I love it."

"Y/n, you can't be serious." Sam said.

"Well, we have to take out a big nest. You heard them, there's about 70 Ghoulies. We need all the help we can get." You then turned to Sweet Pea. "Doesn't your gang have a law about unity or something?" You cocked your head, a smile on your face.

He nodded, feeling pumped up. "In unity, there is strength."

"In unity, there is strength." Betty and Jughead echoed.

Dean huffed. "Fine, I'll call Cas."

"I'll call Crowley." You perked up.

"No." Both your brothers said.

"Why?" You whined. "He's changed. Now that he's got human blood in him, he's good. And he has a soft spot for me. Admit it." They didn't respond. "Silence is acceptance. I'll call him right now."

"Who's Crowley?" Sweet Pea asked. "And Cas?"

"Um, they'll probably introduce themselves when they get here." As Dean left the room to call Castiel, you shifted towards Sweet Pea. "Hey, uh, I get it if you don't want to talk to me anymore. People usually stay away when they find out I'm a hunter."

"Are you kidding?" Sweet Pea asked with a smile. "You're a total badass superhero! That just makes me want to spend more time with you."

You gave him a huge grin. "Really?"

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He began to lean in, and your lips were about to touch before Sam cleared him throat. "You should call Crowley now."

You felt heat spread on your face as you nodded, taking out your phone and calling The King 😈. He put that as his contact on your phone.

"Hey Crowley. Whatcha doin'?"

...

"Sounds boring. So, I was wondering if you'd wanna help out on a case. Please?"

...

"No, not demons. Werewolves. About 70 of them."

...

"As soon as Cas is here, so about two days."

...

"Perfect! You're the best Crowley."

...

"Don't get too cocky on me now. I'll let you know when he comes. Bye!"

You then hung up the phone. "He's coming!" You happily said. "So while we wait on Cas, we have two days to help these Serpents to become a hunter."

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I'll Save You - Royal War AU - Part 1: Mercy

TW: Guns, Death, Bullet Wound, War, Prisoner of War

Summary: Virgil was given mercy by the enemy.

A/N: In this AU, Deceit's real name is Daniel, and since this was written before Remus was introduced, he'll be in a later chapter. Also, I'm open for feedback and suggestions. Tell me if you want more! -Minty

“Alright troops, look alive!” Their Commander, Galahad, yelled to the straight line of soldiers in front of him. Everyone stood at attention as he walked down. 

Virgil stood up straight, trying his best not to slouch. He was part of this now, weather he wanted to be or not. Fighting for the Rebellion side of a country gone mad.

He didn't try to get caught up in this, he didn't want to. King Thomas of the once peaceful Sanders Empire had “changed” according to the Rebellion from a kind, caring King to one with a iron grip over his subjects. Virgil wasn't one for politics, but it was hard for him to believe King Thomas changed that quickly.

Then, the Sanders Empire had split in half. The West part of the Kingdom was taken over by rebels, and the East was defending the castle and King from the Rebels.

Virgil was trapped on the West side. He didn't really have much choice. Either he fought for them, or he had to spend every living hour helping the cause.

So here he was, in line with his brother, Daniel. Daniel stood at attention, his hand raised in a perfect salute. He was Virgil's older brother, and he had urged Virgil to go with him. That was part of the reason Virgil had no choice.

The Commander spoke up once more. “Those confounded Royals have overtaken at least half our territory, and if they reach home base, we're all done for. Your job is to stop as many of them as possible from gaining more territory, and maybe win some back over as well. You hear that, scumbags?!”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“So, are we gonna let those unjust rulers take over?!”

“SIR NO SIR!”

“Are we gonna let those spoiled brats breathe for every second others of us hadn't?!”

“SIR NO SIR!”

“Now, go out there and make the rebellion proud!”

All at once, they all shot to the Weapons Stash and armed themselves - hand grenades on a sash around them, extra handguns stored in their combat boots.

Virgil obliged. He hoped there wasn't a lot of explosions today. He shuddered at the thought. He got in line with the rest of his Quadrant, and marched off. 

Around 10 miles out of their base camp, the battle raged on. Virgil took cover under a barricade, and fumbled, trying to reload his gun. Bullets whizzed by, and the faint sound of bullets meeting skin filled the air.

“You okay, Virge?” Daniel asked him, ducking under cover after shooting his round. 

“I...I…” Virgil's heartbeat quickened, fumbling with the gun.

“Breathe Virgil. Focus.”

Virgil breathed deeply as he carefully reloaded his gun. He went out of cover, shooting a few down. He ducked back again. 

“EVERYONE, RETREAT! RETREAT!” A soldier yelled from nearby. A second later, a hand grenade exploded near him, sending dirt into the air.

Virgil shuddered. Explosions.

Daniel grabbed his hand and looked up at him, a smile wide on his face. “Virge…it's okay...” 

Something landed near them that made a splat in the mud. 

Virgil froze up, knowing what it was. Daniel quickly ran to throw it back and-

BOOM!

Virgil ran, he ran and he couldn't look back. He didn't know if he could bare seeing his brother like that. He ran to the next cover, eyes dripping with tears. He grabbed his gun and just started shooting, not caring if or who he hit. He just wanted them to pay.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed by his head, and he heard it hit another target. He turned and saw the body of someone over him with a rapid fire gun. Wait….he saved me?! 

Why?! Aren't I the enemy?!

He didn't see the man who did, and crept closer to decipher it himself, when he heard some voices on the nearby alley.

“Patton, what the heck?! You're gonna get us all killed! Helping a...a traitorous Rebel?! You don't HELP them, you KILL them!”

“But...but Roman, I-”

“Now, you either do as you're told, or they'll…” Roman said. “They'll think you're a spy, Patton.”

Virgil walked into view, hoping to not be seen. They'll kill on spot. Like the West even wanted to fight, half are forced!

The guy he presumed was Roman turned around, eyes narrowed. Virgil ducked under the trash can. He still was angry, no FURIOUS for what they did to Daniel. But, after one helped him, he wasn't sure.

After a long silence, Roman finally spoke. “Rebel, come out now.” Virgil heard the click of a gun. “Some of us aren't so nice.”

Virgil was still silent, then he heard gunshot near him and shot up, hands in the air.

“I knew it.” Roman had said, walking over and pointing his gun to Virgil's chest. “You…”

“Roman, please. We don't need to kill him!” Patton said, begging.

“You know our orders, Patton.” He said, cocking the gun closer to his heart. “Any Rebel found, must be shot.”

Virgil closed his eyes, thinking that he could finally join his brother. “Do it, why don't you? I'm done with all this. I'm done with living.”

“Roman, please-” Patton said.

“I'm sorry Patton.” Roman said. 

Just as he was about to shoot, Patton jumped on him, knocking the gun out of his hands. 

The bullet still fired.

Virgil fell, his breaths getting shorter. “N-no…” Patton said, running to him. Blood oozed from the wound. “We...we can still save him.”

“Patton, no. You know what they'll say.”

“I don't care. He was as human as all of us, and yet we treat them as monsters!” He yelled, tears sliding down his face. “He had feelings, Roman! Emotions! Sympathy!” 

Patton gritted his teeth. “And you took all that away in mere seconds.”

Patton picked up the young teenager. “I'm taking him to Dad, weather he accepts him or not.”

Roman went silent. He felt horrible. They both walked to the camp in silence. When they arrived, they were immediately escorted to the King. He stood over a map with tiny plastic red and blue soldiers on it. Some in groups. Gregory, his assistant, cleared his throat. “Sir?”

“What could be so important, Gregory, that you would interrupt my planning session for tomorrow's attack?!” He yelled.

“I apologize sir, but your sons have returned. They bring a visitor, injured, sir.” King Thomas looked at the clothes the injured wore, and his eyes narrowed.

“Leave us alone, Gregory.” King Thomas said, waving his hand. Gregory left quickly, knowing his place.

“Father, let me explain…” Patton started.

“Why would you bring one of them here, Patton?” He said, eyes filled with anger and mouth turned to sneer.

“He's injured, Father!” Patton said.

“And why should I care?!” King Thomas roared.

“He's just as human as us! He's just confused… He doesn't know which path to take, Father. They all don't.” He bit back his lip for a moment.

“We don't need to fight them!” Patton yelled, already regretting his decision. His Father got up from his velvet throne. He marched down toward Patton, his red cape behind him.

“We've talked about this, Patton. They have no heart. They have no compassion. They are killers. It's best we kill them before they kill US.” He said in Patton's face. Patton quivered.

“You know what's happened to your mother, Patton. I don't want it to happen to you.” He said, his rage turning to sadness.

“Father, he didn't shoot us. That must count for something.” Patton begged.

King Thomas turned to his second eldest. “Roman?” He said. “Tell me, what happened back there?”

Roman was hesitant, receiving a look from Patton. Why was this one soldier so important to him?!

“I trust you, Roman. You know my values. Was this man dangerous?”

Roman mouthed to Patton “I'm sorry”.

“He...he was spying on us, Father.” Roman said, avoiding Patton's angry gaze.

“HA! You think this boy is innocent, Patton?! He deserves to be killed for his crimes!” He father roared, and the guards near the entrance of the massive tent walked toward Patton.

“Father...please…” Patton begged. “He's just a kid! He doesn't deserve to die.”

King Thomas hesitated for a moment. He looked down at the sad sight of the child, around maybe 18. He looked hurt, both emotionally and physically, but there was almost a hint of peace in his face.

“Take him to your brother. He's the best doctor we have.” He said, not taking his eyes off of the boy.

“Thank you, Father.” Patton said. “I promise there won't be trouble.”

“BUT,” his father said, a finger raised. “He must stay in the dungeon. We can't trust him.”

Patton was silent, thinking. “I guess that's fair.” He smiled and looked up at his father. “Thank you.”

King Thomas smiled back at his youngest. He may be the youngest, but he sure had the biggest heart. “Run along now, both of you. I have much work to do.”

Both Princes exited the tent quickly, entering their brother, Logan's, Medical Tent. Being next in line for the throne, Logan was the most busy of them all. He worked as a healer in the morning hours, and studied late into the night. Logan adored his two brothers, and often enjoyed their company. To Logan - who's received plenty of pressure- all this responsibility and pressure, it wasn't pressure. It was a challenge, and he loved challenges.

“Ah, my brothers have returned safe from the battlefield at last. What pretell have you brought this time, Patton?” Logan said, beaming at his younger brother.

Patton laid Virgil down on the table. Logan looked at him curiously. “Patton, is this-?”

“Dad's approved him.” Patton said.

“Patton, you've brought me wounded Royals before, even that dog...but a Rebel?” Logan said. “This is...insane.”

Roman piped up. “Dad's keeping him in the dungeon, probably to get some information out of him. Smart decision.”

“What? He's not-”

“I'll patch him up. Let me see what I'm up against.” He pulled the shirt and uniform off of Virgil. He turned to his brothers. “And you two, no fighting.” Both Patton and Roman sighed frustratingly.

Logan checked the wound. “Yeesh, this is deep. What the heck happened?”

“We had a confrontation, and, well, Ro shot him.” Patton said.

“Which gun? How many bullets?” Logan asked quickly, almost as if doing a complicated math problem in his mind.

“Um, I think it was a 54 Magnus, one bullet.”

“Hmm…” Logan said inspecting the wound. “Good news is, we don't need to worry about the bullet. It went clean through.” 

He continued, gathering tools. “Bad news is, he's losing blood quickly.” He mixed together a weird purple paste and rubbed it on the wound. “Ok, just gotta close the wound.” 

He cast a spell, igniting deep blue sparks from his hands onto the paste, making it seal the wound. There still was a deep cut, but the blood loss had stopped almost altogether.

“With bullet wounds, there's not much you can do except wait and hope for the best.” Logan said, wrapping up the wound. He then put a light blue paste on top of the wrapping and it sank into the wrapping, entering the wound.

“I've closed it and given him some pain medication to help him rest. He should be better soon, with two day's rest, of course.” He continued. He looked at Patton, and suddenly talked very sternly. “Be VERY careful Patton. We don't know what we're dealing with here, and if something were to happen to you, I'd-” he turned back to his work. “Just stay safe, Patton.”

Patton nodded. “I promise Logan. Love you, and see you at dinner.”

Patton exited the tent, and Roman followed, knowing in his heart his father had no sympathy for these criminals. Patton would have to learn that soon enough.

“He'll be alright, right?” Patton had asked when they set Virgil down on the bed in his spacious cell. 

“Of course he will. Now come on, dinner's soon.” Roman said, urging Patton to let this traitor be.

“I don't want him to be scared, I'll…” Patton said, looking at Virgil. “I'll eat down here tonight.”

“Patton, my freaking god…” Roman groaned. “He's a prisoner, not our next door neighbor! Please let this soldier just pay for what he's done. He deserves no forgiveness from you.”

“Head upstairs if you'd like, big brother, but I'm staying here.” Patton said firmly, sitting on the dirty dungeon floor.

“My God, you're hopeless, Patton. You're not a good soldier, you're not a good prince, why can't you just freaking grow up?!” Roman yelled. “I have, and Logan has, and you can't just run around and do anything you want! Stop acting like the world is all cupcakes and rainbows, ‘cause GUESS WHAT?! IT'S NOT!” He yelled, and Patton flinched, but stayed put.

“You know what?! I can't wait until the day you finally wake up and realize that!” Roman yelled, slamming the wooden door behind him.

Patton couldn't stop the tears crawling down his cheeks. “I wish I wasn't….” he choked up. 

“...so...freaking stupid…”