#but i went ahead further and made them SIBLINGS

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thinking about gorosumi siblings again.... i am in tears. big bro goro. lil sis sumi. inseparable. wanna see how hard i can cry

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from me to you — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter 🙏

“y/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!”

that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.

you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is “wifey” written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.

you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.

hey, honey!!

it first reads.

I feel like there is still much I didn’t tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.

you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.

first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of “satoruisthebest” at one point. your confusion was so cute!!

you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldn’t log into your computer.

what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.

“satoru, I am telling you it’s broken!”

“sweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!”

you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.

second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.

your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.

it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of ‘you handed sukuna’s ass to him, very cool!’

no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoru’s presence or antics. it rooted itself as something—safe and familiar.

you can’t count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.

it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.

he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.

third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.

at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoru’s schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.

it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.

satoru’s care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.

“satoru, have you seen my uniform?”

“nope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? you’ve been working so hard, wifey!”

you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, “you’ve been working harder, ‘toru. let me take off some of the load at least.”

“we could both stay!”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“I already told yaga; I miss you!”

you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.

fourth, I’m the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.

a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoru’s favorite pastime was cuddling, so it’s no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.

add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.

you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.

“babeeee, it’s so cold! let’s cuddle!”

“maybe the problem is with the thermostat?”

“I checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.”

you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.

he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.

then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.

fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.

you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.

your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each other’s arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.

hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.

“you know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,” he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.

“three am thoughts?”

“three am admissions,” he grins slightly, “I am made for you, and you’re made for me.”

you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, “and what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?”

he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, “grounding me.”

I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?

your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.

the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.

“but wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,” you hear nobara remark.

megumi responds with a small chuckle, “I am fine with mine.”

“what about you, y/n-sensei?—”

the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, “so shitty.”

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Chapter 2: Silverwing

Amongst Gods and Men

Warnings: GOT universe, lowkey kind of violent due to dragons. Timeskip ahead! Which means we’re getting closer to Cregan! I’m excited to write about him and his big, muscular build- I mean his personality. Obviously!!!!

Rhaella stood at the harbor, her gloved hands in fists. The wind was sharp, whipping at her cloak and hair, but Rhaella did not shiver. Her mother, Alicent, accompanied Rhaella to her ship, wearing a fur cloak to protect herself from the cold. Her presence made Rhaella curious as to why her mother accompanied her; perhaps to put in one last word or warning about Rhaella’s journey.

“Sweetling, are you certain that this decision is wise-“

“Yes, mother,” Rhaella cuts her off, her violet eyes staring at her mother icily. “There are no dragons for me here, and father gave me his blessing, as did Princess Rhaenyra.”

“I am frightened, my dearest love,” Alicent stops herself from reaching out to her eldest child, who is now ten and seven years of age. The once rebellious girl has now turned more stoic, yet the rebellion within her has not died off completely, as Alicent had prayed. It shows itself, from time to time, as it did when Alicent proposed that Rhaella and Aegon marry.

“I absolutely refuse to marry that insolent, barbaric oaf!” Rhaella had declared. “I’d rather throw myself off of the highest tower in the Red Keep!”

Of course, King Viserys had taken Rhaella’s side in the matter and Aegon married Helaena instead. That was years ago, but ever since then, Alicent had begun to notice how Viserys tended to sway towards Rhaella’s favor over her siblings. To Alicent’s disgust, Viserys confirmed her suspicions: “Rhaella is extraordinarily similar to my Rhaenyra.” More often than not, Alicent deeply regrets allowing Rhaella to attend independent studies with Viserys, as it seems to have further poisoned Rhaella’s mind.

Alicent watches Rhaella gather up her deep red skirts to board her ship. “Dragonstone calls to me, mother,” Rhaella breathes out. “I do not know the true reason, but something lies in wait for me there.” Before Alicent could say another word, her eldest child walks up the plank to board.

“Rhaella,” Alicent calls out, and Rhaella does turn around to heed her mother.

“Do not fall into her trap and her lies,” Alicent picks at her thumb. “You know the threat she poses to our family.”

Dragonstone is a sight Rhaella had hoped to see in her life. She clung to the edge of the ship to make sure she got a good look at the black, towering cliffs, the smoke from the underground volcano, and the fortress itself. The castle was massive, dark and brooding, rich in Targaryen history. She could spot the long, winding stairs from the bottom of the island that went up towards the castle doors. Rhaella could only gape at the immense castle and craved to explore it and the island itself.

The ship anchored with ease, and the princess took a small boat to the coast of Dragonstone. She could only watch, wide eyed, as the castle grew in size. She could smell the distinct stench of sulfur and sea combining, and that’s when she heard it. A dragon’s roar.

Rhaella’s heartbeat suddenly picks up at the thought of a dragon she could claim being in the depths of the mountain. The question that tugged at Rhaella’s mind is, would Rhaenyra truly let her claim a dragon that rested below her castle?

Rhaenyra’s guards greeted Rhaella at the foot of Dragonstone and accompanied her all the way to the top. The sea crashed violently at the cliffs, gulls cried out, as well as dragons. The heavy mist at the beach began to lift as Rhaella climbed higher and the massive doors got closer. Guards opened them for her, and she stood, feeling very small, at the entrance of her ancestral castle.

She slowly walked inside, her boots heavy against the stone floor. Targaryen heraldry, like the ones from her youth, decorated the castle walls as stone dragons and tapestries. Rhaella walked in a small circle, gazing up and around herself in awe. Surprisingly, the castle wasn’t as damp as she thought.

“Sister,” a voice echoed across the walls. Rhaella quickly turned around to greet her half-sister, Rhaenyra, who she had not seen since she was ten and four.

“Princess,” Rhaella curtsied carefully, but Rhaenyra stopped her.

“None of that,” her smile was soft, her deep violet eyes warm. Rhaenyra looks different, even though it has been years. The two sisters had gotten along when Rhaenyra lived in the Red Keep, although they did not spend much time together. Their age difference kept them apart: Rhaenyra focused on her family, Rhaella her studies and growing up. However, if they did spend time together, Rhaenyra was kind and similar to Rhaella, which made her feel at ease.

Rhaenyra wore a black dress that glittered with delicate dragon details. It is evident Rhaenyra was pregnant: her stomach had a slight swell, and she consistently rubbed her hand over it. Her pin straight hair was styled with braids that trailed down her back. Her smile did not show teeth, but it was still warm and inviting.

“You do not need to address me as princess,” Rhaenyra continued, her voice as stern yet soft as Rhaella remembered it. “We are sisters, after all.”

“As you wish it,” Rhaella returned the smile. “I thank you for your hospitality.”

“Think nothing of it,” Rhaenyra led Rhaella further into the castle, where the ocean draft did not reach and it was warmer. “Your letter stated that father seemed quite adamant you came. Even if he was not, you would be welcomed all the same.”

Rhaella flushed. “Thank you, prince-I mean, Rhaenyra. Speaking of father, I must discuss his state with you, and his request.”

Rhaenyra paused in thought. “Let us discuss it over supper, just you and I. My children and my husband can dine separately.” It was clear that Rhaenyra viewed their father’s condition as a delicate matter, perhaps to keep it out of her children’s ears was best.

“First, allow me to show you Dragonstone,” Rhaenyra changed the subject. “Supper will be soon, but I’d like to show you your chambers, as well as below, where the dragons come and go.”

“I would like that very much,” Rhaella said, smiling widely.

It was no secret to Rhaenyra that Rhaella sought out a dragon for her own. King Viserys’ scribe had sent a raven before Rhaella’s arrival, stating that Princess Rhaella would attempt to claim one of the dragons below along with King Viserys’ permission. When discussing it with Daemon, he outright refused. After the whole debacle on Driftmark where Aemond stole Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, it was expected that Daemon would refuse. However, her father’s words had somewhat moved her: “Rhaella is you, my daughter. If you will allow her presence to stand by your side, she will not leave it. Rhaella only has the blood of the dragon-our blood.”

Rhaenyra will first see if her father’s words were true. And they were.

Rhaella had almost been eaten by a dragon.

While it was an exhilarating experience, she would rather not face Vermithor, the Bronze Fury, again. Like his namesake, he was an angry dragon, perhaps seeking a rider to match his fury and intensity. While Rhaella liked to believe she carried some intensity in the form of rebellion, she had no fury burdened upon her.

It has been close to a month since Rhaella had arrived on Dragonstone. Her half-sister, Rhaenyra, had declared that Rhaella was a guest for as long as she would like. It was evident that Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra’s husband, soured at the idea, but soon enough tolerated it. In fact, the couple had accompanied Rhaella to the lair below the castle where the dragons resided. Rhaenyra stood at a distance to protect her babe, while Daemon ventured closer with Rhaella as they both sang dragonsong. After Vermithor appeared, Daemon quickly took his leave.

Yet Vermithor denied Rhaella, but she took it in stride. She knew the moment the dragon and her met eyes that they did not have a deep connection, and she told Rhaenyra this.

“I suppose I do not know the reason for that,” Rhaenyra had said thoughtfully. “I have no experience claiming a dragon.”

Within the span of almost a month, Rhaenyra and Rhaella had found themselves getting along, despite their different pasts. When Rhaenyra completed with her daily duties, she found herself spending time with Rhaella, more than she expected. Rhaella reminded Rhaenyra of her past self: high-spirited, indifferent of the voices around her, and rebellious. Rhaella provided Rhaenyra with somewhat of a glimpse into her past, which made Rhaenyra long for it. Perhaps that was the reason the two princesses spent the month mostly together, getting to know one another, without interference of others.

Rhaenyra gracefully paced in Rhaella’s temporary chambers. Rhaella watched her from her settee by the fireplace, which was alight with a deep orange fire. “Sister, do not be discouraged,” Rhaenyra said after a moments silence. “As you said, there was no connection. Perhaps you may try again, with another dragon, on the morrow.” Rhaella had disclosed her primary reason for the need to acquire a dragon, to be strong like men, and it moved her.

Rhaella nodded, her silver hair now coated with ash. She could taste it in her mouth and in her eyes, making them irritated. Rhaenyra ordered riding clothes be made for Rhaella, but she feared the tough leather may be slightly singed. “Yes, I will try again,” Rhaella assured her sister.

“Try and rest, you have been through an ordeal many have not survived,” Rhaenyra murmured, setting a comforting hand on Rhaella’s shoulder. She nodded, the sisters bid each other good night, and Rhaella watched as her sister flowed out of the room.

And waited for dusk to turn into darkness.

It was a full moon. Rhaella had dismissed her handmaidens, saying she wanted to ready herself for the night, and they obliged. Instead of doing what she had said, Rhaella had waited for the sun to completely disappear from the sky and for the stars to make their appearance. Then, she stood from her settee, adrenaline pumping through her veins, and quietly left her chambers.

Rhaella walked as silently as her boots would allow, walking down spirals of stone staircases towards the damp, humid dragon lair below. She felt sweat slide down the back of her neck and she wiped it away nervously. She felt as if something was dragging her down, down, down to the sulfuric cave below.

Grabbing a torch, Rhaella set off towards another dragon unclaimed in this pit. There was sparse light, as there were only a limited amount of torches against the stone wall and the one in her hand. But Rhaella kept pushing forward. When the stone became dirt and mud, Rhaella kept pushing forward until her feet stopped in their tracks.

She heard if before she saw it. A deep rumble echoed across the stone walls, and a sliver of movement inside a tall cave to Rhaella’s left caught her eye. It was not Vermithor’s grumble, thank the Gods. Rhaella found herself venturing closer to the massive creature, its deep, yellow eyes catching the torch light. A large, cracked opening, large enough to be the dragon’s way in and out, was in the side of the stone wall. It allowed moonlight to filter in, and Rhaella gasped at the dragon before her. Silverwing.

Queen Allysanne’s dragon, here, in front of Rhaella. She did not say a word out of amazement, gazing at the deep silver beauty of a dragon who just lumbered towards her. Rhaella stayed glued at her spot, trying to stop her extended hand clutching the torch from shaking.

Rhaella opened her mouth to try and sing some dragonsong to Silverwing, but all that game out was a gasp as Silverwing nudged Rhaella, hard, in the chest. She toppled over, almost out of breath, the torch rolling away from her grasp. Rhaella quickly stood up only to be nudged again, roughly, sending her into mud. As Silverwing inhaled deeply, as if to smell Rhaella’s scent, she felt no fear. Rather, she extended her hand up towards Silverwing’s large snout. Meet me halfway, begged Rhaella silently. It took a moment, but Silverwing did. She pressed into Rhaella’s hand, almost like a cat, and let out a pleased noise, akin to a chirp and a purr.

Elation erupted in Rhaella’s chest. She slowly got up, and as she found her footing, Silverwing bent her head down as if acknowledging Rhaella. Her wing arm slowly came down to the ground, giving Rhaella access to board Silverwing and climb the saddle. Rhaella’s breathing was heavy as she carefully climbed up towards the leather saddle, which was somewhat worn by Silverwing’s previous rider. Rhaella found a comfortable seat, feeling Silverwing’s breathing beneath her. The dragon was hot to the touch, but that did not bother Rhaella. Instead, she could only grin as her fingers grazed Silverwing’s smooth scales. As she let out a small laugh of exhilaration, Silverwing also let out a great roar of her own.

“Sōvēs, Silverwing!” Cried out Rhaella, and Silverwing quickly obliged, lumbering over to the opening carved into the cliffside. As Silverwing lunged out of Dragonstone and into the night sky, Rhaella never felt freer.

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A/N: thank you for reading the second chapter. We have one more chapter and then it’s CREGAN TIME 🐺

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things I thought were canon in mha but are probably just things the fandom made up that are so deeply ingrained in fanmedia, coming from someone who only joined the fandom a few months ago (correct me if im wrong)

(also not caught up on s7)

- literally any ships (rip, i know, but guys, no student relationships are canon as of rn)

- eijirou and mina went to middle school together

- denki probably has (absence) seizures due to overusing his quirk/bc storms

- red shoe theory (the quirkless have an extra toe joint and bc of that they need different shoes. unfortunately there's only one type, so doesn't matter if you're 5 or 80, you're stuck wearing bright red sneakers ://)

- erasermic. just the entirety of them being together. also includes erasermic fam. still rioting from when i found out erasermic is not canon >:((

- denki has adhd + dyslexia + dyscalculia (and probably a seizure disorder)

- hitoshi is in the foster system (and was probablg ab*sed bc of his quirk. includes mentions of muzzles and quirk suppressants)

- present mic was born with his quirk, deafening everyone in the room when he was born (includes mentions of muzzles)

- the bakugous (mitsuki and masaru) are either the best parents in the world (super attentive and caring) or suck and are probably ab*sive (quirk suppressants on katsuki any time he comes home, neglectful masaru, aggressive mitsuki)

- izuku is autistic (while not canon, i wouldnt be surprised, this is coming from someone with auDHD)

- denki's parents are both pro heroes (theres two pro's with electricity quirks. maybe?? maybe not?? we'll never know)

- endeavor is homophobic (i mean... im not saying he's not-)

- present mic was adopted by two moms

- eijirou has two moms (this one tho, so cute oml im screaming)

- the bakugous run a fashion empire (katsuki modeled for them before UA

- rooftop trio's full friend group included nemuri (a year ahead of them) and tensei (iida's brother)

- iida is autistic (ngl, if this aint the case im rioting)

- tsu never had a childhood, too busy parenting her siblings while her parents were at work or traveling

- back to the bakugous, they were too busy traveling to do photoshoots (mitsuki was the model and masaru designed clothes) to watch over katsuki, so he taught himself how to do everything (chores, keeping tbe house, cooking, etc)

- eijirou has depression/was su*c*dal in middleschool, the only thing keeping him from toppling was mina

- some mutation quirks are there at birth, others come in later. ex: toru (hagakure) was not born invisible, she turned invisible when out shopping with her mom (just imagine thinking "oh shit i just lost my kid at the store" and feeling something grab your leg with the voice of your kid but nothjngs there. wild, absolutely wild) just imagine this shit with the rest of our resideng mutation kids (whom i adore) koji, fumikage, mina, mezo, mashirao (would you consider hanta, kyoka, rikido, and mineta mutation quirk kids? bc i do)

- some kids come from all over the world (i like the idea of it, just how do they all know japanese then??) one i can remember rn were like denki is a 2nd gen japanese american, yuga we know is from france, hanta is latino (i adore this)

- mineta is great!! or mineta is a r*p*st (now, hes gotten better, i'll give you that, but hes still not great and i choose to hate him so im moving on-)

- the sports festival ceremony triggered a flashback for katsuki, making him feel like he was back with the sludge villian again

- izuku and katsuki co-wrote all might fanfiction and individually at one point had all might stan pages.

- fumikage, hitoshi, and kyoka rotate between the bakusquad and dekusquad

- the emosquad consists of fumikage, hitoshi, kyoka, mezo, katsuki, and shouto

- ochako has dad sneezes (loud asf and probably back to back) and katsuki has kitten sneezes (cute and singular) (no i will not explain further)

- while katsuki is loud and "angry" all of the time, you only really got to worry when he becomes deadly silent

- if you want tea on anyone, go to either mezo or kyoka. they know all

- shouto had many firsts after the dorms were implemented: first time trying ice cream, watching a movie, listening to music, trying certain foods, etc. bc endeavor either hated it, or didnt allow him access to it bc he thought it was a waste of time

- momo probably has an eating disorder, regardless of her quirk, due to her parents pressure as a high society family

- quirk related symptoms/damage. ex: katsuki's explosions causing low blood pressure and hearing loss. present mics causing hearing loss and chronic sore throats (maybe even repeat tonsilitis??). hitoshi getting migraines, insomnia, and nose bleeds from excessive quirk use.

- aizawa transfered to the hero course after winning the sports festival his first year at UA (i think it makes sense, what with him training hitoshi later)

(this is what i could think of rn, theres probably more, add on if you think of any)

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Would u do an update to bully as a brother where neteyam is much better to his siblings and the reader

A Caring Brother

Neteyam x Sibling Reader

Summary: neteyam has a lot to make up for and he'll do his best to make it work

Warning: platonic

3rd person pov

Neteyam had changed and everyone had noticed, you noticed, your parents and siblings even some village people had noticed the change he started becoming the brother you always wanted always dreamed of having.

Neteyam and yn walked through the woods silently following a bit behind their other siblings, Lo'ak and spider bickering sounded like dying crows their voices echoing through the forest probably scaring away the wild life.

"They never know how to shut up" neteyams voice dwindled as he glanced at yn who nodded silently, he noticed yn was still a bit distant from him even though he tried everything to make her forgive him.

He thought in silence as his eyes looked ahead he's tried a few things, getting and making her favorite meal, taking her around showing her everything he's found on his ikran and even making her a new bow but she'd rather use the one she made.

The guilt of the things he's done to her tugged at her heart all the things he said to her weren't true and he's realized that now, he finally sees her and all the heart ache she suffers through daily, he sees the way the village treats her differently to the rest he sees how his own mother is somewhat cut off from her.

He's only realized now that it wasn't her fault she was born this way, yn was just there and she did nothing to deserve this she was nothing but kind, neteyam glanced at yn one last time to see her looking off into the distance the plants that glowed illuminating her face.

He smiled slightly and turned walking away from the group further into the forest looking for materials he could use to make a gift and he'll make it a very special one.

He grabbed vines, gem stones and brightly colored plants and hurried home to get to work.

He weaved the vines into a beautiful dress adding the gem stones and plants to make a decorative design, you guys hadn't returned yet and he was actually thankful for once he sighed out and stood back to admire his work the colors would complement your skin perfectly.

He placed the dress in your favorite corner and waited for your return he waited and waited and with each passing hour he grew anxious "dad...." he heard your wavering voice from the coms and he saw his dad's fultering hands to press the button to respond.

"Yes yn what's wrong my girl" he could see jakes eyebrows frown with concern "I I don't know where they went I was right behind them I promise" yn rumbled and neteyam grimaced you do it when your nervous or afraid "your not back" jake asked standing from his seat "hello my family" all of they eyes snapped to lo'ak and the others and jakes hand flew to his mouth shushing him.

"Yn where are you tell me where you are" jake muttered hurriedly as he exited their tent neteyam flew to his feet following him closely "I-I don't really know the only place I recognize is by the old home tree" neteyam frowned "why are you there" neteyam asked as he spoke on his intercoms "I fell and I guess they didn't hear me and left but I'm really starting to get cold" neteyam could hear you shiver through the coms and he honestly felt bad he shouldn't have left you.

"Anything else you could tell us about your where abouts" jake asked as they climbed onto their ikrans and were quick to fly out "by a stream theirs lots of those old helicopter thingies around here dad" neteyam thought for a second and then it clicked "I know where she is" he called to his dad who nodded and started following him, they found yn in a matter of 25 minutes and once neteyam landed he felt more guilt.

Jake and neteyam hurried to yns shivering for a few scratches and cuts littered yns legs little droplets of blood running down yns leg, yn looked up at them with guilt.

They could see dried tear stains running down your cheeks and neteyam was quick to help you to your feet and brought you over to his ikran helping you on and settled behind you, he felt you relax back into him "sleep, you look tired" he murmured and you hummed but didn't fall into the temptation of slumber.

"Sleep I'll look after you, like I always should have and I'm sorry I haven't but I'll make up for it I promise"

[colleybri]

One of the greatest hugs in any film

Interview question: “Do you think Cassian and Jyn would have managed to connect even more due to their shared life experiences if they had even more time?”

Diego Luna: “Obviously! What a good question. I think that hug represents everything that could have been but was not and everything that was too, because that hug meant they were part of something together and I believe that union lasts forever”.

One of the single best story decisions that was made in Rogue One was this incredible hug between Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor, as they await death from the blast of the Death Star.

It’s sad enough just in the context of the film. After Season 1 of Andor, it’s even more moving. I think some of us will be emotional wrecks after Season 2. 

One thing I’m starting to realise only now is how Jyn’s story, as revealed in the film (and the novelisation), reflects Cassian’s so much. She was also a child of war, displaced and effectively orphaned, adopted before being forced to embark on a new life. She had it even worse than him, in many ways. But just like him she had an early zeal to fight, which she similarly went on to lose because of the bitter pain that commitment caused. She becomes disillusioned and cynical about the Rebellion. It takes a combination of hard knocks and a resulting realisation of the desperate NEED to fight the Empire - in order to preserve all that they hold dear - to radicalise both of them to the extent that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the cause.

Cassian is already in that place - he reached it five years before. But in Season 2 I expect we will see further challenges, see the desperately awful things he might have to do and what else he will need to sacrifice ahead of his actual life. Sacrifices that wear down his soul, bit by bit. Luthen’s monologue hangs over everything. “ I burn my life for a sunrise I know I’ll never see.” It’s a bitter irony that Cassian is frequently placed in sun-rising imagery, culminating in the ‘sun’ of the explosion.

Jyn, in Rogue One, seems to be the spiritual shot in the arm that Cassian needs. In the same way that being inspired by his love for Clem, Maarva and Bix helps to spur him on in the Season 1 finale (when the chances of successfully rescuing Bix must seem non-existent)  Jyn seems to me to be the crucial reminder for Cassian of why he is doing all this in the first place. Her love for her father stops him from obeying the order to kill him. He just can’t do it. He can’t put someone he is growing to care about through the same agony he went through himself.

In the end, neither can live with themselves if they don’t fight. But both of them are fighting for the right reason: love.

The hug is platonic and therefore perfect because it’s universal, in a way: we can imagine - in their final seconds - that they can both see and feel the warmth and the arms of every single person in their lives who they ever loved in any form: parents, siblings, lovers, friends. And of course they also die feeling the arms of each other - bound together by their fight and sacrifice but also an embrace with someone they might have gone on to know, and to love, if the universe had been a kinder place. 

It’s one of the most perfect and beautiful death scenes in any film I’ve seen. 

But it’s also heart-crushingly sad. 

‘What could have been’. 

…..

Edit:

I think the earlier elevator scene is where they acknowledge the loss of what they could have had together. Cassian stares at Jyn with unblinking focus but he looks like he’s dying already from his injuries, and Jyn - not yet knowing for sure that she’s about to die too - looks completely devastated. By the time they reach the beach and see the blast approaching both of them look accepting of their fate… and I imagine that they can use their final moments to internally say their spiritual goodbyes to everyone they ever loved in their lives - and to each other. They are content to die together. They are at peace as they “become one with the Force”.

….

The sand is coarse on his fingers as he tightens the embrace and closes his eyes. Her face had been that of the last being he will see, and he is at peace with that. After all, she had already started to mend his broken soul and remind him of why he was doing all this in the first place. 

Love.

She is warm against him, her grip intensifying his physical pain, and intensifying whatever is going on now in his soul. They hug as if in the hope of keeping each other whole, the hope of somehow stopping the inevitable coming-apart. Almost as if to stop time and be forever in this state of in-between.

But there is no time at all. 

So he thinks he will imagine that the light is coming from her, her bright spirit - her hot molten core - soldering and melting them into one being. 

‘I don’t know where you end or where it is that I begin.’

Extract above from  ‘Dawn Chorus’ chapter 5:

Diego Luna interview:

’ I don’t know where you end or where it is that I begin’ - from the song ‘Vision’ by Peter Hammill.

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Every umbrella academy character ranked

Prior to Season 4 coming this year, thought I'd share my character rank with you for the first 3 seasons all together. (Spoilers ahead)

#33- Marcus, Jayme, Alphonso and Fei

Painfully insignificant and underdeveloped. Their only character traits being "spoiled and a bit evil" made them EXTREMELY captivating villians...

#32- Christopher

Only higher because I find the idea of someone carrying around a cube on a stick onset really funny.

#31- Sparrow Ben

Hard to watch honestly, especially in comparison to his lovely counterpart Umbrella Ben.

In general, the Sparrows were terrible and pointless characters, and clearly the writers knew this because most were killed off pretty quickly. All except for Sparrow Ben, which just meant we had to suffer watching him for even longer.

#30- Viktor

This is a controversial choice. He is tolerable in season 1, but then just becomes a moochy emo sod who is boring to watch. I don't know if it's the acting, script or both, but he’s just such a meek and flavourless character who is PARTICULARLY bad in season 3 when he jeopardises his whole family and is repeatedly selfish and has a victim complex.

#29- Luther

He caused the apocalypse in season one and you can't convince me otherwise. Got some alamaba shit going on with Allison...

There are so many reasons I hate Luther. He's a self-centred man child who couldn't care less about his siblings and their feelings, showing zero empathy to Klaus or Vanya, for example. He only shows respect and kindness when he is attracted to the person (As shown when seasons 1 and 2 he is only nice to Allison, then completely ignores her when he moves on to Sloane) or when they pose as an authority figure to him. All he does is whine and feel sorry for himself.

What's that? You lived in the apocalypse all alone for 40 years? You are addicted to drugs and lost the love of your life in a war? You have a power you can't control and a lifetime of rejection? WELL LUTHER WENT TO THE MOON

#28- Carl Cooper

Hated him as a character but he was a menacing villian which I can respect

#27- Harlan

Couldn't care less about him, only there for plot convenience and Victor's arc pretty much

#26- Sloane

An improvement from Luther's literal sibling. Further evidence that Luther will simply fall for any woman who gives a flying fuck about the moon.

Personality: attracted to Luther

#25- Pogo

Basil exposition of the first series

#24- Detective Patch

Barely remember her

#23- The Swedes

They were kind of goofy as villians but there was some good acting and they posed a real threat. Cute moments with the cats. In general, alright, but they could have easily been replaced plot wise with something more interesting.

#22- Cha Cha

Lack of character development for me. I think she deserved to be fleshed out more, I don't think it's fair that only her partner got to be a three-dimensional being. What are her motivations? Who is she underneath it all?

But overall i liked the acting and she was a good villian.

#21- That hotel worker from season 3

He's barely a character but I liked his sass so he's on the list.

#20- Reggie (Reginald Hargreeves)

He is supposed to be the main antagonist/villian of the show, yet The Handler stole his spotlight. He's a bit too stereotypically evil and asshole-ish for me, basically twiddling his moustache and stroking a cat in a dark corner the entire show. The delivery is too blunt and that doesn't help to build the tension and mystery surrounding him as much, but if he were more complicated and cryptic in his personality it would be more effective.

This is very nit picky and overall Reggie is fine. He has some hilarious moments with Klaus in season 3 and I am genuinely intrigued about the unanswered questions surrounding him.

#19- Elliott

He wasn't a particularly important or central character but I enjoyed it when he was on screen and he played his role convincingly. He was a good comic relief in some scenes, and when he died (spoiler alert) the reactions from other characters were realistic and quite impactful. I felt for him throughout, which is impressive for less significant characters and he had a lot of depth relative to the size of his role.

#18- Destiny's children

Not a singular character, but I LOVED Destiny's children. It fit Klaus's character perfectly to have a cult and led to some of the funnies moments in the series.

#17- Dave

From the very limited moments we see with this character, a lot of personality and emotion was communicated, and I feel like we got a big sense of the character. That is down to the brilliant acting from both of Dave's actors and from Robert Sheehan that really sold this character with so little screen time.

Anyway please come back to life Dave! Death doesn't look good on you!

#16- Agnes (Donut woman)

Very sweet and I wish her all the best in life.

#15- Sissy

BRILLIANTLY acted and impactful. Stole every scene between her and Vanya.

Also, she looks EXACTLY like Sheldon's mum in young sheldon...

#14- Herb and Dot

I want to put them both in my pocket and protect them from harm.

#13- Kenny's mum

Again, barely present but I love her. She's a queen. I would go to a rave with Kenny's Mum.

#12- Stan

I love Stan, and he's a big part of Diego and Lila's character development and motivations. I hope they adopt Stan and live happily ever after.

But yeah, great one-liners from Stan.

#11- Grace

Very well acted and haunting.

Top 10 *drumroll please*

#10- Harold Jenkins (Lenoard Peabody)

Again, quite a controversial placement, but I stand by my decision. The acting and delivery of Harold Jenkins as a villain is possibly the best in the whole show. I was totally convinced Lenoard was a nice guy and I was rooting for him and Vanya, until he started dropping hints and slowly revealing his true self and losing the facade and its... it's chefs kiss. So realistic. The actor deserves an award and a standing ovation.

The writers also deserve a pat on the back for this one because he has a convincing motivation and backstory, and the dialogue is DELICIOUS when it comes to Lenoard. He is a truly menacing villain without being overtly scary and powerful and dangerous.

#9- Ray

Charismatic, gentlemanly, empathetic, loving, trusting, supportive... Ray is THE IDEAL MAN. I'm a little bit in love with Ray so I don't blame Allison.

HUGE step up from Luther, for sure.

#8- Umbrella Ben

I would have liked to see more of his character, but I liked what I did see. He loves his siblings and shows it. He is selfless and sacrifices his own existence for Vanya, he is blunt with Klaus because he cares and wants him to improve. Of course, he and Klaus are also a hilarious duo.

#7- Hazel

One of the most touching arcs that offers an insightful message about what life is for, and about Love. Beautifully acted, a very real and lovable character who probably resonates with many in some ways. Hazel is adorable and i miss him in later seasons.

#6- The Handler

I LOVE THE HANDLER MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPLAIN!!! Funny, playful, entertaining, uexpected and whimsical and yet simultaneously dark and menacing, AMAZING villian that stole EVERY SINGLE SCENE she was in. Kate Walsh was the perfect choice for the role and she played it to perfection.

A bit of trivia about the role, The Handler was originally written for a man, and when Kate Walsh got the role she insisted they didn't change the script (which, let's be honest, they would have.) She put a wonderful spin on it and it's just perfect, I wouldn't change a thing. I would 100% watch a spinoff all about the handler. Season 3 was worse than the previous two thanks to them killing her off (amongst other questionable plot choices)

#5- Allison

Allison was the only character who knew what they were doing, and honestly, if everyone just listened to Allison, there would be no apocalypse. Her storyline losing both Claire and Ray and her powers driving her crazy with power breaks my heart but is well portrayed and impactful.

She's charismatic, clever, strong, and kind. I love Allison and I think most of us do.

#4- Diego

He's stupid but in an endearing way, I find him to be so entertaining and funny, and the actor's face is like an open book. He's not show-stopping but his consistent presence just sets the mood and allows others to act off of him, while he really sells it with his expressions. He's like the rock of the show.

#3- Lila

Lila. Mi amor. Mon amour. Amore mio. Meine Leibe.

#2- Five

For several reasons:

A) He is the daddy here, Luther!!

B) That should be the only reason you need

Seriously, though, I was SUPER impressed with Aidan Gallagher and his incredible screen presence, especially at such a young age. He really embodies the character. Five is the face of the Umbrella Acadamy, and is undoubtedly the most iconic character. 10/10, two thumbs up, absolutely BRILLIANT.

#1- Klaus

No justification necessary.

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Roaring Sea

V. дом

⋆｡°✩ (childe x fem!reader)✩°｡⋆

⋆｡°✩ premise: a week after you discovered the truth of Tartaglia’s occupation, his little brother comes in for a visit.

⋆｡°✩warnings: mentions of sickness, canon-typical violence

⋆｡°✩ series masterlist

Flour, eggs, apples, cinnamon, sugar, and vanilla.

For once in your life, you just stare at the ingredients in front of you. You don't begin to make your cherished sharlotka, though you were commissioned to make five of them for a wedding. The last thing that you wanted to make for a wedding was the cake you made with Tartaglia.

Childe, Tartaglia, whatever his name is.

It had been a week since you made him leave your apartment for good, announcing that you'd never want to see him again.

You've been trying to regain normalcy, the normalcy that you had before you even met him. You knew you shouldn't have tried to get into the dating world, it would ruin your relationship with your business and disturb your peace.

Today, you try to remain calm and get back into your working schedule, but the thoughts of what happened last week linger in your mind as an unwelcome visitor. As much as you try to push the memories away, it still keeps you from focusing.

You're so unfocused that you don't hear the door open, signaling a new customer coming in, and you don't hear the customer plop down at one of the counter's bar stools.

"старшая сестра!" You hear a young, familiar voice from behind you. You whip around, and your heart rate immediately picks up.

"Teucer," Your soft voice says endearingly, masking the uncomfortability of his presence, "How are you doing?"

He nods happily, beaming up at you, "I'm okay! I'm just very tired. I went on a huge adventure!"

You smile at him, absentmindedly handing him a free slice of lemon cake.

"And what were you up to?" You ask as you pour him a mug of hot chocolate.

"I traveled to Liyue!" He says innocently, "I took a boat there all by myself, and then I stayed there for a while, and then I came back."

You cock your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate as you turn back and bring the ingredients over across from him. But he waits for you to prompt him.

"So what business did you have traveling to Liyue all by yourself?" You look at him as you begin to chop up the apples.

"I wanted to see my big brother! He gave me some toys while I was there, then made me go back here," He responds, and your stomach drops.

It's normal for Teucer to talk about his family, and his brother, but the mention of Tartaglia makes you feel sick now.

“How was Liyue?” You ask, still trying to keep a conversation without further dragging Tartaglia into it.

Teucer lights up as he begins to talk about the eccentric lights, the food, and the scenery of Liyue. You try to actively listen, but with each mention of his brother, the knot in your stomach tightens.

" So after he gave me this toy," He holds up a tiny ruin guard, "He made me go back home. He said that I'm more safe here, and people will take care of me better in Snezhnaya."

You want to scoff, you can feel sickness rising up from your stomach. But this is Teucer just repeating his words, so you can't.

"Well, he's right. You're safer here, at home with your siblings. And you know this place much better than Liyue," You take his empty plate, "And you're always welcome here."

For someone who thought he had no soul left, the pain in Ajax's chest stood notable and cut deep. After a week, he thought he'd be able to shrug off the feelings; they weren't real, just an escape from his job, and an escape from his loneliness.

But no, he wakes up and feels horrible, he goes and does his missions and feels barren. Even when meeting with his friends, he can't escape the lingering pain manifesting in his heart and fogging up his chest.

There's only one thing that can even slightly dull the pain, and that doing the exact thing that put him in this situation.

Ahead of him and to his left, are a group of camping treasure hoarders. He can tell that they're scheming, looking for something to disrupt the order of their surroundings. Ahead and to his right, are two ruin guards walking about the mountains of Liyue.

He can feel it, that distress and anger coming from within him. And he must release it.

One group of humans, and one group of machines.

Almost mindlessly, he finds himself dashing toward the ruin guards. This way, he can bring destruction to something without killing a human being, which is what brought upon the distress and sadness he's felt for the past week.

He begins to shoot their weak points, instantly shooting them down so he could destroy them without their retaliation.

With each slash of his blades, his muscles relax further.

He doesn't know how long he's been in this field. It could've been mere minutes or lengthy hours, but finally, there's nothing left for him to fight. There's just small pieces of metal surrounding him, one couldn't even tell that there were ruin guards in the first place.

The treasure hoarders are long gone, only leaving Ajax in the barren mountain horizon.

He pants, catching his breath as he retires his weapon. Ajax feels a warm liquid on his cheek, he brings his finger up to his face and wipes it off. His finger is coated in familiar red liquid, as he notices his cut from last week had reopened.

Besides the physical sting it brought him, it was yet another reminder of what occurred the week before. With every step he took in Liyue, he found some sign or symbol that brought him back to the bakery in Snezhnaya.

He'd come back to Snezhnaya once his time in Liyue was over. But would Ajax ever return to the bakery? Would he ever come back to you?

If it was up to him, he'd take the first ship out of Liyue and dash out of it, returning to the stairwell to your apartment instantly.

One day, he hopes to see you walking downtown the streets of Snezhnaya. He'd make a fool out of himself to win you back, even if it meant tarnishing his reputation as a harbinger to the public.

But it's not up to him. You told him you never wanted to see him again, so he will abide by it. No matter how much it hurts him.

 ⋆｡°✩translation: дом- home, старшая сестра- big sister

⋆｡°✩a/n: Hello!! I am so sorry for not posting on schedule! Midterms hit me like a TRUCK but I took some time to finish writing the work! I have a few more chapters left!! Thank you guys for reading and supporting me, it means the world <3333

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Hiya squiggly! I always love when you open your requests, so I’m really excited for this! This time Clemont is the (unlucky) winner of my attention, so may I request something with him? I know that’s pretty vague, but the only thing I could think of was a comfort thingy with him and the reader, but I know you already have one of those written (very lovely by the way!) so maybe something with him and Bonnie? They have such a cute dynamic! Whatever you decide, I’m sure it’ll be great! Once again, my apologies that this is kinda vague, but thanks for taking the request and have a great day (or night!) -⚡️

BABIES! Ahh god I love these two so much, your honor! Originally this fic was gonna be angst with some comfort elements, but after thinking on it I revamped the entire thing and just made it sibling fluff and happiness cause yes. I've gotcha covered, friend!

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Bonnie bit down a sigh as she watched her brother disappear once more in his room, the door shutting with a soft click. It’s been nearly two months since Ash left for Alola, and ever since there seemed to be a permanent cloud hung over Clemont’s shoulders.

Sure, Ash wrote to them anytime he could, and those letters always seemed to brighten him up, but it didn’t seem like the joy lasted that long. As quickly as it came, her brother was back to quietly moping; putting on a brave face when needed but ever stuck in his head.

“Brrr?” Dedenne bumped Bonnie’s hand, snuggling close as the girl carefully picked them up.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I’m worried for Clem.” She hummed softly, rocking on her heels. “It’s not good for him to stay in all the time. He’ll just keep working on his inventions until he drops.”

More thoughts passed, when suddenly she had an idea.

“I know what to do.”

~~~

“B-Bonnie?” Clemont blinked when he found her in front of his door a week later- spread out like a starfish against the cool wood. “What are you doing?”

“I’m blocking you out! You’re not going in there today!” She declared, puffing her cheeks stubbornly like her Dedenne- who interestingly enough was also posed exactly like her. “You’ve been hiding away in your room long enough! It’s time we had a day out!”

“Huh? Yeah- sure, that sounds fine. But I-” He gestured, but Bonnie was already grabbing his arm, pulling him along.

“No buts! You’re coming- right now!” She declared, marching him to the door with such determination he was forced to follow along. “We’ve got the whole day planned out, isn’t that right, Dedenne?”

“Chew!” The mouse squeaked in glee, bouncing beside them as they left their humble home.

“Oh dear..” Clemont sighed, accepting his fate as the warm sunshine touched his cheeks. When his sister wanted something, it was best to go with it.

~~~

Luminous City had many attractions. While it was especially dazzling at night, it didn’t fall short during the day. Bonnie skipped ahead, her hand in her his as they passed by crowds and Pokemon alike. Billboards flashed various advertisements: one about an electric gym leader from overseas caught his attention the most. She looked strong.

“Oo, it’s Iono! Word is she might appear in Kalos soon! They say she’s gonna make her debut here in Luminous City! Be ready, Clem- you might have some stiff competition when she arrives!” Bonnie grinned over her shoulder as they watched her add play for the hundreds of faces watching alongside them. “She’s pretty. Hey- you should totally ask her out when she gets here! I could have a famous streamer as my sister!”

“B-Bonnie! That’s not- whoa!” Clemont went to argue, but Bonnie had pulled him further until they stopped before a familiar place.

“Here we are!” She cried, arms high and smiling big as she did a twirl before the steps. “The Luminous museum! Home of all kinds of funny machines!”

Clemont gaped, eyes wide as he stared at the building. “Wha…Bonnie, are you sure about this?”

“Why would I not be?” She tilted her head curiously, confused. “Do you not want to be here? I already got tickets.”

“What- no, no not at all! I’m just- oh, nevermind. Come on!” Like a little kid in a candy store, Clemont practically sprinted to the doors, just barely grabbing the ticket Bonnie gave him. Behind him, he could hear her giggling.

~~~

“Bonnie look! This is amazing!” Clemont called out to her, eyes sparkling like gems as he pointed at some rather unique contraption. Bonnie couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Even her brother’s explanation- well, ramblings- didn’t help her understand its purpose.

Smiling and nodding, she let herself look around, taking in the sights around her when-

“Whoa!” She gasped, eyes big as she pointed. “Look at THAT!”

“That” turned out to be a massive Dedenne plush- the ones that cost a pretty penny in the toy stores around Luminous. It was perched with a number of other plushes and prizes as two men gathered a crowd.

“Come one, come all! Guess how many Magnemites are behind the screen and win a prize!” The man in white called out, charming the audience with a dazzling smile.

“Play as many times as you wish; but don’t get too cocky. The number changes after every win! Let’s see who’ll win the first game!” The man in black added, winking and making the crowd giggle. Bonnie felt her heart race with excitement- a guessing game!

“Wow, that must be hard to do.” She mused, finding herself joining the crowd. Next to her, Clemont was quiet with calculation, eyes flickering and mouth moving in silent numbers. “I bet it’s gonna take all morning to guess-”

“You there- the boy in the jumper! What is your guess?” The man in white called out, surprising Bonnie. She looked up at her brother as he raised his hand.

“27 Magnemites.” He said confidently. People blinked, looking towards the pair.

The screen fell back, revealing…

“That’s correct!” The man in white announced, the buzzing pokemon floating about the room and dazzling the crowd. “Come forward, sir and claim your prize!”

“Can my sister pick? I want her to have it.” He asked, gently bringing Bonnie forward. She looked back at him with wide eyes, finding him gently smiling at her.

“Are you sure?” She asked softly, brows furrowing when he nodded. After a moment looking over the prizes, she nodded.

“Okay- I know what I want.”

~~~

“Bonnie..you really didn’t have to.” Clemont looked down at the Heliolisk plush in his arms. He didn’t see it when he got there, but all but gaped when she returned with it. “You could have got your Dedenne. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“I liked Heliolisk more.” She shrugged causally, skipping along. “You always use it when you battle- he’s your favorite, right?”

“Well- one of them, yeah..” He couldn’t deny the joy he felt when she gave him the plush. It was so soft and cuddly, the perfect shape and stitching too.

Only… “Hey Bonnie-”

“OH!” She squealed suddenly, pointing at a stand nearby. “Crepes!”

His stomach growled involuntarily, making him blush. Bonnie giggled as she ran over before he could stop her.

Clemont hummed in thought as he watched her order them, his thoughts running wild.

~~~

“Mmm! I love crepes! This has been such a great day!” She smiled around her snack, cheeks pink and smile big as the flavors melted on her tongue. “What do you want to do next, Clem?”

“Bonnie..” Clemont’s voice made her pause, halfway through with her bite. “What’s really going on?”

Chewing slowly, she looked out at the people passing by, thinking of her answer. “Nothing really- I just really wanted to spend the day with you, that’s all.”

“I don’t think it’s just that. You took me to the Luminous museum- where we spent the majority of the morning in the inventions section- then when we won that game, you picked out my favorite Pokemon instead of yours. Then you went ahead and bought us crepes even though I know you love ice cream and I could have paid.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “So what’s actually going on?”

Caught. Red handed- no passing go. Bonnie ducked her head in defeat. “Okay, you caught me. I wanted to cheer you up.”

“...What?” He blinked, surprised. Bonnie nodded.

“You’ve been so sad since Ash left; don’t tell me you haven’t- I know you.” He shut his mouth before any denial could escape. “I didn’t like seeing you like that, so I had this idea that if I took you to all your favorite places today, you’d be less sad.” She dared a peek, hiding some behind her crepe. “Did…did it work?”

Clemon gaped at her, then he laughed. “Boohonnie! Oh my- come here.” He reached out, pulling his sister close and hugging her gently. “Bonnie, you’re too sweet. I love you so much.”

“Heh, I love you too, big bro.” She grinned, hugging him back and relaxing in his arms. “Seems like you’re finally returning to normal, huh?”

“I do feel better. Thank you- really. I hadn’t realized I looked so sad; sorry for worrying you.” He patted her head gently as he let her go, watching her finish off her crepe. “I’ll be okay- we both will. I know Ash isn’t here right now, but he’s always willing to visit. Maybe we’ll see him again some time, yeah?”

“Hehe, for sure!” She tapped her last bite of crepe with his, finishing it with a smile. With their snack finished, Clemont got up, dusting off his hands and offering one to her.

“Come on- let’s go back to the museum.”

“You're gonna look at all those inventions again, huh?”

“Nope- there’s a Dedenne plush there I want to win. The guy said we can play as many times as we want, right?” He smiled at her booming grin, laughing when she practically dragged him there.

~~~

Bonnie was asleep, her new plush cuddled against her chest and her actual pokemon resting on top. Clemont smiled at her as he quietly shut her door, returning to his own room. Their day was a great one- more sight seeing around town followed by food stands and games; his feet hurt at some point but his heart was happy.

As he closed his door, his phone pinged, a familiar name across the notification.

Wanna V.Chat?

Laughing, he texted back his response before setting up at his computer, smiling as the ocean greeted his eyes.

“Aloha from Alola!” Ash cheered as he came into view, dressed in shorts and one of the local flower shirts. He was already radiating tourist energy. “Clem! I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you today!”

“Heh, sorry- I got busy.” He leaned in his hands as he took in Ash’s face. He had only been there for a short time, but his skin was bronzed and his smile was all the more radiant. It was a comforting sight to hold. “I meant to call you earlier, but Bonnie decided we were having a day together.

“Aww! That sounds so fun!’ Ash grinned as he sat down on the sand, adjusting his camera accordingly. “No worries- I was getting over the jetlag anyway. I don’t think I would have been as talkative then vs now.” That and the time zone difference meant it was easier to call at this hour. While Clemont’s sun was setting, Ash’s was just coming up. “You look happy.”

“Oh-” The blonde suddenly felt guilty. “Sorry-”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re happy.” The brunette smiled at him- genuine and warm like the sun. It never failed to make him blush. “Seeing you doing so good makes me happy; you tend to overwork yourself a lot. Try not to push it.”

“Are you and Bonnie secretly coordinating?” He asked with a raised brow, making Ash laugh. Oh what a bright sound. “I really should tell her I’ve been calling you. She was worried about me today- she’s gonna be angry when she finds out we’re in touch.”

“Hehe, maybe.” Ash laughed again, somewhat sheepish. “Hey- why don’t we make it a monthly thing? The three of us, Serena- we can all get on call together and catch up? I think it would be nice.”

“Yeah- that sounds good. Do you want me to share this number?”

“Nah. We can make a new one.” Ash decided, much to Clemont’s surprise. “I like this one being just us, you know? Call me what you want but…I kinda only wanna see your face right now.”

Clemont blushed more, and even Ash’s cheeks were red. If they were in person, the blonde could picture him gently brushing back his bangs, leaning in to-

“Hey uh- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you something.” Ash jumped in when the silence stretched, coughing some. He was clearly thinking the same thing. “This summer the place I’m staying at opens up to visitors. You can rent it out and have people stay for a month or so.” Ash fiddled with his hands, cheeks on fire as he shyly smiled at the camera. “Do you..want to come by? I mean to visit I mean.”

Clemont stared, taking in the new information with wide eyes. Ash quickly scrambled.

“I mean- if you want to! We can bring Bonnie and Serena- or just us, wait stop that Ketchum- but yeah! I can get the arrangements made; I’ve done some favors here and can get you a good deal on the rooms- why are you laughing?” Ash blinked as Clemont giggled helplessly, hands over his mouth and cheeks pink.

“I’m just- I’m just so happy right now.” He smiled, looking up at Ash’s eyes in the camera. “Yes. I’d love to see you this summer. If you’d have me.”

Ash brightened, nodding. “Of course I will! It’s a date.”

So it was. Clemont couldn’t wait for Summer.

Thanks for reading!

[mynameisnotsoda]

Explaining my entire dsmpsona playlist because I can

P.s. every mention of Soda in this post isn't me, i just dont feel like putting c! In front of it every single time LMAO

Also i dont think i ever posted the ref on tumblr!!?!??! Criminal but putting it here is better methinks

I also put this in my studentbur playlist, which feels fitting for both of them. However for Adam its more metaphorical whereas with Soda its more literal.

I have my own shapeshifter lore that's loitering in my brain that i need to write down eventually BUT the basics are essentially that shapeshifters are "born" from the planet. They CAN come from other shapeshifters but only once and most choose not to have a bio kid.

So basically, Soda literally popped out of the ground one day, was found by Sapnap and then adopted by Bad and Skeppy. Soda was maybe physically 9/10 years old and was so curious about the world and excited to experience life. If any creature could possibly be made of pure love, its them.

Growing up Soda got REALLY attached to Bad, they clung onto him a lot and it was to the point where it was probably unhealthy. Of course Bad noticed, which made him actually set some boundaries despite not really wanting to. Skeppy was able to convince him, though, as when it comes to the kids hes the voice of reason.

So, Bad would start off by telling Soda that he was going to be gone, leading up to him just disappearing for maybe a few hours at a time before eventually coming back. Eventually Soda was able to function without Bad, but that ended up backfiring as they just latched onto Sapnap instead.

With Soda's attachment to their brother, they tagged along with him when he went out fairly often but after being weened off of Bad it became more frequent. Soda and Sapnap were practically attached at the hip, regardless of Sapnap's protesting.

With a group of teenagers they were obviously doing some reckless, stupid shit and Soda was just along for the ride! At first Dream and George hated Soda—they were just Sapnap's annoying younger sibling—but eventually they got used to Soda being around. Especially since they may have persuaded Soda to use their shapeshifting for nefarious purposes.

At first everyone found Soda adorable, their cheery optimism, endless energy and amusing naivety was a part of their charm. But then it became...obnoxious.

Sapnap always had a short temper, he tried his best to handle it, but sometimes he'd just snap at Soda when they became too much of a handful. He was always quick to apologize but it affected Soda deeply.

Soda very much struggled with any sort of negative emotions, when they felt it—it hit them hard. One day, it was enough to send them spiraling, having a panic attack alone in their room. This was also the first time memories of their past lives resurfaced. At first it was rather intriguing, though a jumpscare, but then it just got worse.

It seemed like Soda's lives were always filled with turmoil and a constant feeling of dread. The stronger their emotions became the more fragments of memories would appear. Soda didn't tell anyone about this.

Skipping much further ahead, Soda obviously sided with the Dteam during the revolution. They were family, in Soda's eyes at least. Which made it incredibly easy for Dream to use that to his advantage. He used them in every way that he could to win the war, even going as far as to try and make Soda resent Tommy and Tubbo. Soda was a spy, mostly, turning into a cat to effortlessly infiltrate the enemy. They heard and saw everything, but part of them felt bad for it, so they never told Dream everything. He noticed.

The horrors of being a child soldier.

Dream's obsession with power and control was never obvious, not to his friends and certainly not to Soda. They truly believed he had good intentions despite going to war with Wilbur. Then again, Soda doesn't understand what war really is. But the pressure to keep up with Dream's demands and avaid his increasing irritably became exhausting and overwhelming. Yet Soda believed it was their fault.

Tubbo and Tommy weren't safe from the horrors either, they had that much in common with Soda. The three of them went through hell, basically.

Dream.

Aaaand tumblr wont let me add more songs so im cutting this into parts through reblogs. I'll probably continue this later (bc its almost 2am pFF) and might post the second part before i go to sleep like im doing now :P

I am cringe but I am free

[zane-wanna-sleep]

Part 2 of this time-travel concept!

Actually part one is all I had in my head at first but after I start it other ideas just keep coming in so here we go!!

Part 1 , Part 3

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It is another normal day Spider thought, he got out from the lab into forest running ahead to village where his, siblings for him he didnt know what they think, best friends were. He's ran and jumped over the root then ran again, raised his head up to soak in how beautiful Pandora is.

Then he finally there, in front of the Sullys' pod so he waited for his friends, maybe I wake up early today that's could explained why they don't come out yet, but when random thought reached him, he started fidgeting in his place

or maybe they went without him?

Just as his mind decided to thought of something bad there's a na'vi behind him when he turned around he saw Jake, who seemed... shocked? But why?? What made Jake shocked in this morning?? He had no idea at all.

“ oh Mr.Sully, ” Spider used his most polite tone as possible to hide his curious, this is not a good sign; if Mr.Sully here Mrs.Sully would be here soon, he didn't want to offend anyone so he said again “ I came here for Lo'ak and Kiri but um.. am I disturb you? If so I can leave ”

He didn't realized Jake didn't looked at him until he did. All of his moves were kinda weird today, Spider hoped he didn't sick or anything, even it's obvious Jake wasn't in his right state. With lacking of Jake's response he decided to called him again “ Mr.Sully? Are you– ”

His words were cut off by Jake, that's made him relief actually, “ y- yea? I'm good, kid ” the man looked nervous as if he didn't know what to say next “ so.. you here for the kids, right? They might be here soon.. ”

Jake couldn't understand at first how could he sleep through last night without wake up in middle of it but he understood now, it's because he's in another dream. Jake try to laugh out his stress but failed when he still uncomfortable with how the boy before him looked.

Spider tried to hide his doubt then just keep waiting but failed the first one miserably since Jake looked awkward even more after saw his face. Fortunately, Jake didn't say anything, in fact Jake begging him in his mind to not ask any further, or maybe he wanted to but the chaos in his pod shut him off.

Start with Lo'ak shout that he would remember anywhere, Spider taken back by it nonetheless, then there Kiri's voice, not loud as Lo'ak's but still louder than usual. That's not what made him surprised the most since it's normal for the two to mad at eachother even it's just early morning. But how Neteyam also in that argument as well tho, not trying to calm his siblings or mediate them, that's could be one of most shocking moments of his life.

When Jake tried to say something to stop them as usual he was, again, shut off by the Siblings stromed out of their marui, so fast that they didn't noticed Spider and could've bump into him if he didn't managed to avoid it in time. “ woah easy there cuz ”

He tried to sounded chill, but the way they hastily turned to him was too.. too fast he wonder if they'd get neckache after that

Then they started to cry, out loud, little Tuk quickly ran to him for a tight hug and cried into his chest as if she was afraid he would disappear before her eyes if she doesn't hurry, he had just realized how much this three-years-old na'vi girl had grown in that moment due her height and strength she leaned and put on him. the older siblings also moved to his side pulled him into their hug. Spider can feel their tails curled around his middle, his thigh, his legs and his waist.

Spider was really confused now. Why are they be like this?? Did something happened?? If it's only Tuk, he could assume she had a nightmare and he know how to handle it! But this! This with other siblings had same action, he had no idea what should to do.

Not that he mind it though he liked it even, but it's too sudden and he couldn't keep up with whatever they're thinking “ um.. what's worng guys? ”

They didn't answer him just some murmur ,into his shoulder from Lo'ak and Neteyam, he couldn't understand due how quiet they were. However this was bad, really bad, they're still in fornt of the Sullys' marui and Neytiri can show up at any moment, she would kick him out as soon as she saw him be near her children this much.

“ Kids, let Spider breathe should you? ” Jake suggested after returned from his thoughts, he also didn't sure about his mate's reaction to this especially after everything that happened yesterday, or he should say his previous dream? He didn't ask for this kind of dream

The siblings' ears perked up a little but they weren't stopped their snuggling to their human brother friend, but at very least they hold back a little more except for Tuk, wait his kids also younger?

He heard footsteps and oh his mate was on her way, his chlidren must heard it as well 'cause they hastily got up and shield Spider from door way before set off with Tuk threw herself into Spider's arm to be hold by him.

“ Jake, where the kids going? ” Neytiri pushed the beaded curtains aside, her words were so firm, so sharp that it sounded like command and it's not sounded like he's in a dream

Of course you're not, stop being in denial already, Jake. Even though all of these made no sense and no one explained anything to him, it's not a dream, it's real, all of these nonsense shit are real. He sighed in acceptance. “ Sorry, Neytiri but I think we should give them times they need for now. ”

His mate looked offended as he continued, or more like changed topic, “ However, did you notice something weird like our children look.. younger? As if.. I mean.. ugh I don't know how to explain this damn consequence ” Jake messed his hair in frustration of himself.

Neytiri, closed her eyes, took a deep breth try to calm herself as well then let out a long exhale, she calm down a little “ yes, yes I noticed that. It's most obvious with our baby Tuk, she's a baby but not like this ”

Jake desperately needed explanation. Why Eywa can't tell anything to him before did all of this and chose to left him confuse? He would say this again in case he didn't made it clear enough; If this was a dream, please hurry wake him up.

———

Neteyam didn't know how to react to all of these just like his siblings were; yesterday they had learned that their brothers was dead and now when they woke up they met him again even though it's him in younger version.

Surely, made them all confuse amd totally lost, what can be done in this kind of situation anyways? If this was a dream then he wish he wouldn't have to wake up, at least not so soon.

He made up his mind as soon as he saw him that just screw it all they're back, to home, to the forest and with their brother and that's all what matter. He looked over Spider's, who still confuse and ask for explaination, head to met his siblings' eyes

They're all agreed with him

[destiny-in-the-universe]

The Promised Neverland x RC9GN

So, since I am on a temporary break from asks- I decided to go ahead and post some more coherent thoughts on the crossover literally no one except ONE person was interested in (/lh). I didn't expect the post to gain even the slightest bit of traction, so seeing someone with the same type of rotting interest actually made my day-

I actually wanted to focus on what came before Randy had even been born (aka what the deal with 'the Ninja' is because this idea barely makes an ounce of sense), so without much further ado- let's continue!

The First Ninja is meant to parallel William Minerva/James Ratri. He was a descendant of the original founders which had been involved in 'the Promise' and originally he didn't fully question their behavior, it was more so along the lines of "if I pretend everything is fine, I won't have to acknowledge how I feel about it", but as things kind of escalated- he couldn't bring himself to just sit aside and ignore it. At some point, he flat out rebelled (not that anyone was aware of what he'd begun to do-) and was leaving behind evidence to alert the farms orphanages about what was going on.

Now if you've been following my content at all, you know I talk about the Norisu 9 every so often- I like to think they were also involved and contributed in different ways to the first wave of resistance. The First Ninja is still a warrior in this crossover and I like to think he supplied weapons, things that would harm the demons but going against their leader was a lot harder than he thought it would

(The leader who, of course, is the Sorcerer)

Finja fought bravely, but as punishment for his disobedience- he was subject to watching his entire clan die before his eyes. Forced to live with the guilt, he broke off from the resistance (at least that was the agreement- he would continue working for the demons until someone else took over his role upon death) and went back to the life he held previously. However unbeknownst to the Sorcerer, Finja had left behind something important: the Nomicon.

A tome that contained tunnels and maps of the Demon World, the key to paradise. It held the bunker with a supply of weapons and arsenal, and everything- Finja had entrusted a demon known as “the Messenger” to hand it down, but there was one problem to this plan: who would carry on the mantle?

A decision was made for it to be left in the least likely of locations: one of the farms.

The Messenger had unique powers- allowing them to find the next “Ninja”, someone who possessed specific traits and could carry on what Finja had started. Years came to pass, each with varying levels of success (a few managed to cause a new wave of resistance, one unfortunate kid got adopted- and the rest, well, who knows what became of them). First Ninja’s name was forgotten over the years and the book would continue to be handed down.

The First Ninja is bound to the book- whether this makes in the original Promised Neverland canon is irrelevant, because well, I make the rules (/lh). I like to think he has the ability to communicate with the current holder of the book, but unlike the RC9GN canon- things work a little differently.

He communicates with the current ‘Ninja’ via dreams- sending ominous signs and continuing to hand them lessons but there isn’t any ‘shloomping’ into the Nomicon. Things just work a little differently, if anything-

The book is eventually left in the hands of Randy, but that is a story for another day.

Finja was left with immense survivor’s guilt- knowing he had failed his siblings, he had failed the children, everyone who wanted the nightmare of the Promise to end. He lost the hope things would ever right themselves. His actions came with unfortunate consequences, and in the years leading up to his death- he isolated himself from everyone. Though his allies attempted to honor his wishes, even if he didn’t know about what they had done.

(I might tie Rei Izumi into this, but we’ll see-)

His legacy continues and for one particular boy, and the people he cares about, everything is going to change. Sooner than they think.

Written as a partial gift to @thesoundofmadness! Also because I am just fixated on this universe lol, but these are my thoughts for now! More will be dropped eventually, hope you enjoy the rest of your day loves!

[cc-cobalt-1043]

99's boys:

It had now been several weeks since 99 had taken the six young cadets under his wing and it hadn't taken him long to grow attached to them.

In his time as their guardian he had quickly grown to understand their very different personalities.

The twins 01 and 02 now named Spectre and Hunter were both fiercly loyal to their squad and were both very protective of their younger siblings, 99 knew both were destined to be the commanding officers of the squad so this made sense. The two were also attached at the hip, it was rare to see one without the other.

03 nicknamed Wrecker for his immense strength was the most boisterous of the batch, his energy unmatched by any of the other kids, his own squad could barely keep up with him. While academically he wasn't the smartest of the squad, socially he was miles ahead of the others, often acting as a mouthpiece for them on multiple occasions.

04, named Crosshair for his exceptional shooting skills was the most difficult to read. He seemed to constantly bottle up his emotions and rarely ever let them out, and he additionally had a tendency to snap at others. However there was no denying his love for his brothers, Crosshair always stood by his squad, always defending them from bullies.

05, named Cobalt for his unique blue eyes was perhaps the most levelheaded of the batch, often serving as the peacekeeper when fights (mostly between Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair) broke out. However he could also be fairly skittish when interacting with others outside of his comfort zone though this varied greatly on who he was talking too.

07 named Tech for his love of technology and his immense smarts was easily the most skittish of the squad. As the youngest and therefore the weakest of the group he was already a target for bullies, but his smarts only ostricised him further. However he was a brave little clone always standing up for himself and his brothers.

................

"99 99!"

99 was roused from his sleep by Wrecker's loud voice, immediately noticing the worry in his brother's tone he turned around.

"Wrecker, Vodi'ka what is it?" 99 asked immediately.

"It's Cobalt, I think he's sick again." Wrecker said.

99 nodded and immediately got up, knowing just how bad the force tests affected the young clone.

The two quickly rushed too the barracks, Wrecker pulling 99 along slightly as they went.

They entered the barracks to find the others crowded around the bunk Cobalt occupied, the group quickly making room for the older clone.

Cobalt was curled up in a ball on his bunk looking as pale as death, both hands clutching his stomach and his whole face was glistening with sweat.

99 felt his heart ache as the young clone looked up at him looking ready to cry.

"Bluir...I don't feel good." Cobalt whined, curling up on himself slightly more.

99 felt his younger brother's forehead wincing at how hot it was...he was burning up fast.

"What's wrong Vodi'ka?" 99 asked wincing slightly at how stupid the question sounded.

"It hurts." Cobalt whimpered a few tears now leaking out his eyes.

"What hurts vod?" 99 asked as he stroked his brother's damp hair trying to comfort him as little as he could.

"My head and tummy." Cobalt whined pitifully fighting off waves of oncoming nausea.

99 nodded and turned to Crosshair and Tech.

''Crosshair get the migraine meds from my cabinet and a glass of water, Tech fill up a compressor with cold water." 99 instructed.

The two nodded dutifully and ran off to carry out their task.

"Everything's gonna be okay Cobalt." 99 said.

Cobalt nodded and was about to reply when suddenly he grew even paler and darted out of 99's grip and into the refresher where he began throwing up harshly into the toilet.

Without a moment's hesitation Spectre was kneeling beside Cobalt gently rubbing circles on the younger clones' back as he retched.

"That's it Cobalt, just get it all out." Sprecte said drawing circles on his younger brother's back with his finger.

Leaving Cobalt in Spectre's care for the time being 99, Hunter and Wrecker straightened out Cobalt's bed and soon after they finished Crosshair and Tech returned with the items 99 had requested.

By this time Cobalt has finished retching and was slumped against Spectre who cradled the young clone in his arms as though he was still an infant.

"Cmon, let's get you back in bed." Spretce said leading his sick younger brother back to his bunk and helping him lie down, Hunter putting a bucket next to Cobalt's bed in case he was sick again.

99 held out the medicine for Cobalt who grimaced and stubbornly turned his head away.

"Come on Cobalt, you need to take this if you want to get better." 99 said.

Cobalt just shook his head.

"It tastes horrible." Cobalt grumbled.

"Cmon Cobby please, for me." Wrecker said giving his little brother his best puppy eyes.

Cobalt looked at his closest brother and glared, but he couldn't say no to those eyes.

"Fine." Cobalt muttered before letting 99 give him the medicine, quickly washing the taste down with the water.

Wrecker just smiled knowing his little brother's bad mood was caused by the sickness.

Getting an idea he went over to his bunk where his tooka plush Lula rested.

Picking her up and going back over to Cobalt's bunk he placed her in his little brother's arms.

"You're giving me Lula?" Cobalt asked incredulously looking at Wrecker.

"Yeah, she's not feeling too well either, so I thought you guys could help each other get better." Wrecker said.

Cobalt beamed up at Wrecker squeezing the plush slightly in his arms.

"Thanks Wrecks." Cobalt mumured yawning and closing his eyes.

99 placed the compress on Cobalt's head trying to help him cool down.

"Just rest Vodi'ka, you'll be feeling better before you know it." 99 said.

The only awnser 99 got was Cobalt's soft snores, confirming the younger clone was now fast asleep.

One by one the others returned to their own bunks but not before checking that Cobalt was truly okay.

99 watched the others drift off one by one and smiled.

Yes, 99 couldn't have asked for a better group of brothers.

[thepenultimateword]

Ok, so since my first response to this post kinda went its own direction, I decided to give this prompt a second try. The prompt is originally by @gingerly-writing (I will write it in purple to separate it from the rest of the text).

"Oh," said the supervillain. Quietly. Too quietly. "I see. Kissing me was just a distraction."

"No! Well, yes, but...it's not like that!"

"Oh? So explain how it is. Quickly."

"Well...you see..." The supervillain's assistant fumbled for the right words. Which proved rather difficult when there seemed to be no right words to come by. How did one even begin to explain this dangerous, messy, swell of feeling expanding in their chest right now? A feeling that they still weren't sure should be encouraged or stamped out.

They'd never thought so much of themselves to imagine a relationship with the city's greatest criminal. They had been perfectly content standing on the sidelines, taking notes and fetching coffee with cream. They probably would have kept doing such, an important but unnoticed cog that kept their superior's life going smoothly. That is if it weren't for their stupid, idiot, ditz of a brother.

Their sibling had never been the brightest, sacrificing their own needs for others and putting silly morals ahead of good sense. Unlike the protagonist, who knew when to bluff and when to sell out, their brother was always so desperate to be right. As if there was even a true right in this crooked world.

And of course, they just had to go into hero work. Just had to go up against their boss of all people and put the protagonist's neck on the line. It wasn't like they were going to let the supervillain see them. Thinking back, there were probably a thousand less compromising things the assistant could have done for a distraction. Maybe that was a sign they'd been interested long before that messy, tooth-clashing first kiss. Could they sell that to the supervillain?

"Well...I did enjoy it."

The supervillain sighed, raising a crooked finger to the ever-present guards against the back wall.

"W-wait!" the protagonist cried. "I lied one time! One! As if you've never done the same!"

"My lies usually don't include so much tongue."

Their assistant blushed. "I was going for alluring. If it helps, the second kiss was more my style."

A sweet, soft thing that tasted of vanilla creamer, so much sweeter because it was alone and after hours. A coffee order that usually wouldn't have happened if the supervillain hadn't been intent on getting them on their own.

"A half-truth meant to appease me," the supervillain said with bitter-tipped nonchalance.

Maybe. The protagonist had walked into that trap willingly to keep up the pretenses of the first kiss, but they'd never planned any further than that. They certainly hadn't planned on the supervillain's clumsy small talk, or the way they held them so gently. Criminal overlords weren't supposed to be like that, were they? They were supposed to beat nobodies like them senseless for their audacity. Or use them up until they were a hollowed husk of their old self. They weren't supposed to be...cute.

"But still true," the protagonist argued. "I didn't know you would actually start to like me."

Not just cute. Soft. It was apparent within the first month that they were far more vulnerable then their villainous persona let on. 

Were they hurting a lot right now? Did the protagonist actually mean that much to them? Or was it simply the humiliation of having an employee play their feelings so effortlessly for an advantage? Had to be hard to face up to with the entire organization staring at them. They'd probably have to deal their assistant an especially hard hand to patch all the open wounds in their reputation.

"I was just trying to save someone close to me," the protagonist said, not certain whether the explanation made the situation any better. "After that, I was just trying to survive.''

"The hero."

Ah, so they did know. Probably shouldn't be a surprise seeing how they'd come to the truth in some way or another. The tone was a little strange though. They weren't quite certain whether it was jealousy or general disdain.

"How--"

"Security cameras," Supervillain said coldly. "You might have kept me from seeing them with my own eyes, but you didn't keep them off film. I didn't notice for a while; I was...otherwise diverted, but yesterday... But perhaps that was your plan all along."

The assistant couldn't hold back their scoff. "You really think I'm the type of person who can cling onto someone for literal months to hide a little recording?"

"Well, I think we've established that we don't really know each other. Apparently, you think I'm the type of person who wouldn't have taken a simple, 'I'm not interested' for an answer. You could have done it right at the start. You still would have been caught, but you would have benefited from me not feeling like this."

"How do you feel?"

Stupid. Stupid. Was that really important when the protagonist was simply trying to walk out of here alive? Why should they even care? Like the supervillain said, it wasn't like any of it was real enough to stake feelings on anyway.

They felt the the two suited security guards hovering at their back, looming and dicomfortingly close. They had paused uncertainly as the back-and-forth got started, maybe not quite sure if the signal to take the assistant away still stood. Now, finally, the supervillain gave them an unquestionably clear order.

"Go." Their voice dripped with a venom not intended for them. "I'll call if I need you."

The guards seemed almost relieved to comply, letting out held breaths and moving quickly but crisply toward the exit. 

For some reason, as the door clacked gently shut behind them, the assistant felt more nervous. Especially with the criminal's eyes burning into them like hot coals.

“You want to know how I feel?” the supervillain said.

The protagonist shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me…”

"I'm angry.”

"Understandable." The assistant flinched back a step from the furvor, though it proved pointless as the supervillain mirrored their retreat with a stalking step forward.

"And confused." 

"Of course."

"I want to tear my heart out of my chest. And yours."

The assistant blinked. That was...a reaction.

They tried shoving down some the sharp regret stabbing up through lungs, making it suddenly painful and hard to breath. So the supervillain had liked them that much. That was sort of a shame. Under other circumstances perhaps...well, it didn't matter now. They'd messed it all up. Actually, they hadn’t even really began. So they really shouldn’tbe worrying about the supervillain, they should just be worrying about themself.

"I don't know if I'm worth all that. We could just end this like two mature adults, starting with you letting me out of the building."

The supervillain narrowed their eyes. "You still haven't said it."

"What?" 

"I don't know why I expected any different. You always give me everything but a clear answer."

"I wasn't aware you asked me a question?" the assistant said, glancing over their shoulder and estimating just how quickly they could make a run for the door. 

The supervillain stepped forward, bringing their shiny black Derbys toe to toe with the assistant's ragged loafers. Nimble fingers took them by the chin, turning their face from escape to their burning carbon eyes. "Do you like me or not?"

The assistant could only stare.

"You say it was just one lie, and the way you talk doesn't close any doors, but then there's your hero and the infuriating fact that you can't come up with an ardent, overdramatic speech to salvage the relationship. I can't figure you out. Do you want out or not?"

"Wait..." the assistant held up their hands in front of them. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you not trying to kill me?"

The supervillain spluttered incredulously. "Kill you?"

"What?" the assistant cried, thoroughly confused by this point. What were the security guards and the ominous call to their office in the middle of the workday if it wasn't their life on the line?

"We kissed! I still have feelings for you! I can't kill you now. Maybe later up the road, but not anytime soon."

"You’re throwing me in secret prison then?"

"I'm only firing you."

"Oh." The protagonist took that in for a moment. "I suppose that's fair."

"Yes. The question that remains is do we continue seeing each other after I fire you? So please be explicitly clear. You like me. Yes or no?"

The protagonist hesitated, wetting their lips a moment before hesitantly wrapping their arm's around the supervillain's neck. "I thought that much was obvious."

"Clearer."

The protagonist pressed their lips softly to the supervillain's mouth.

"Clearer," the supervillain murmured, breath tickling sweet against their lips.

"I like you an extremely dangerous amount. To a point I'm afraid to say out loud. If you never say it, it never happened, right?"

The supervillain sighed. "You're the most infuriating, noncommittal... Your hero?"

"My brother."

"Your..." A burst of spontaneous laughter escaped the master criminal's previously tight lips. "I think that's the best news I've heard all day. Well, aside from that first bit."

Their hands settled warm and familiar against the small of the assistant's back, holding them firmly, yet carefully in place. 

Was it really over that fast? Could ugly, terrifying things like this actually happen and turn out ok? Hero would probably say yes. They believed in forgiveness and conquering love and all that nonsense. That wasn't what the protagonist chose when they joined this side. They chose cold, hard truth.

They pressed their palms against the supervillain's shoulders, pushing slightly back from them. "I hurt you."

It wasn't a real question, but nevertheless, the supervillain seemed to understand.

"And I'm still mad. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the moment." Their smile faltered and their voice quieted again. "You...are telling the truth, right? Honestly?"

The protagonist's insides twisted uncomfortably, a mixture of guilt and aversion to such unfamiliar openness.

"Yes."

The supervillain nodded, enfolding them back in their arms. "I might check in with you every once in a while. Just to be sure.” 

“Yeah,” they agreed, still dazed. They pressed their face into the criminal’s shirt, breathing in the scent of fresh linen to assure themselves this was all real. “You’re really letting this go? How can you do that? How are you ever going to trust me again?”

Supervillain kissed the top of their head, a little more aggressively than normal, but still probably kinder than they deserved. “With time.”

Maybe in time they could learn to trust too.

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[creative-mind-write]

Boy From the Sea

Your family finds safety among the reefs. But you find something more than safety. (Warnings: Spoilers)

Father says we must find a new place to live so we can be safe. We’ve been flying on our ikrans for days with no clear idea of where we will live. I think after the fourth day the sea went from so dark you can’t see past the surface to crystal clear to the point where we can see the many sea creatures swimming at the bottom.

“Hey Kiri!” I smile, pointing down to the many animals. “Look!”

“I know!” she smiles back.

“Dad,” TukTuk calls from mother’s ikran, “is this going ro be our new home?”

“I hope so, babygirl.” Father answers.

Further ahead is an island, a Metkayina village. As we get closer I can see all the reef na’vi living their lives, fishing, weaving, or even playing together in the water. Once they saw us flying around a horn was sounded and calls were made. It seems like all of them stop what they are doing and start to gather around.

“Okay everyone, be nice.” Father tells us getting off of Bob. “Be cool.”

My siblings jump off their ikrans and follow our father. But it feels like I’ve been glued to the saddle. Will they attack us? Why are they staring at us like that? Are the clan leaders going to let us stay? What if -

“Y/N.” Lo'ak says gently, taking me out of my thoughts. Then he holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go together.”

I grab his hand and get off my ikran. Together we join our family in the center of the growing crowd, hand and hand. Even though we are the same age Lo’ak is definitely more outgoing while I am on the shy side. The crowd parts for two boys, they seem to be our age. We greet them, which they ignore.

“What is that?” the shorter one teasingly laughs. “Is that supposed to be a tail?”

Next a girl comes next to them and smacks their hands.

“Ao’nung. Rotxo.” she growls.

When she’s done scolding the pair she looks at Lo’ak with a shy smile.

“Hey.” he smirks.

I giggle and bump him with my hip. He retaliates by pulling me into a noogie.

“Stop it, you two.” Neteyam warns. “We need to make a good first impression

Lo’ak frees me from his grasp and takes my hand once more. The group parts again, this time for the clan leaders, Tonowari and Ronal. Each of us follows our father’s actions and greets them both. Only Tonowari returns it.

“Why do you come to us Jake Sully?” Tonowari asks.

“We seek uturu.” father announces.

“Uturu?” Ronal questions.

“A sanctuary for my family," he explains.

”We are reef people, you are forest people.” Tonowari points out. “Your skills will mean nothing here.”

I didn’t hear my father’s response. Ronal has captured my attention because she has started to circle us. She is inspecting our bodies, probably judging if we can even be useful at all. She grabs TukTuk’s arms and lifts one of mother’s.

“Their arms are thin.” she comments, next she tugs on my tail. “Their tails...weak. They will be slow in the water.”

“Ow.” I whine, bringing my tail into my free hand.

She walks another lap around us.This time she grabs onto Kiri’s hands and snarls in disgust.

“These kids are not even true na’vi.” she claims, holding up Kiri’s hands before she takes Lo’ak’s hand from mine and holds his up as well. “They have demon blood!”

Lo’ak pulls his hands away from her and holds my hand again. As I look around I see many different reactions. The one that hurt the most was the parents pulling their children, who probably were TukTuk’s age, protectively behind them. Do they think we are a threat? Why are they acting like this? We aren’t demons, our father is a war hero. We came peacefully. Why do they feel like this about us?

“Look! Look at me!” father says trying to get the attention back on him. “See, I was born of the sky people and now I am na’vi. We will adapt.”

“Jake Sully is a great war hero. Many know of his story.” Tonowari says to the crowd then turns to father. “But we Metkayina are not at war. We cannot let you bring your war here.

“I am done with war. All of it is behind me.” Father responds. “Please, I just want to keep my family safe.”

Tonowari and Ronal have a silent conversation with each other. I hope that they will let us stay, no matter how rude they are being. One night when they thought all of us were asleep they talked about living situations. Father had suggested that we live alone in a different forest, separate from any clan. Luckily, mother had talked him out of it, explaining how we need to grow in a community and learn what they couldn’t teach. I still don’t understand why we couldn’t just stay home. Father fought the sky people before, surely he can do it again.

“Jake Sully and his family will stay. Treat them like our own brothers and sisters.” Tonowari finally announces He waves a hand to the girl and one of the boys. “My son, Ao’nung, and daughter, Tsireya, will show your kids what to do.”

“But, why-”

“It is decided.” Tonowari interrupts. Then he addresses the crowd once more. “They will be like babies taking their first breath. Help them so they do not suffer the same as being useless.”

“Alright, what do we say?” Father asks.

We all give annoyed or relieved thank yous.

“Come,” Tsireya smiles,”I will show you to your new home.”

We go back to our ikran to unpack some things to take into the home. I catch a glimpse of the shorter boy, Rotxo, coming to my side..

“What’s your name?” he asks sweetly and holds out his hand. “Do you need help?”

“Here you can carry this for me.” Neteyam makes his way to us and hands Rotxo an arm full of items. I’m Neteyam by the way.”

“Oh…uh….n-no problem.” Rotxo says politely then goes to catch up with Tsireya.

“Thanks Neteyam.” I say.

“You’re going to have to come out of your shell sometime baby sis.” He playfully laughs while putting a hand on my head. “Let’s go see our new home.”

We leave the shore and head for the huge tree. Its large roots stretch over the water, which has walkways and mauri’s woven in between them. I stumbled a few times as we made our way to our new home. The walkway was bouncy with every step taken and TukTuk didn’t help by bouncing the whole way.

“Y/N, are you going to sleep next to me every night?” TukTuk asks with an excited smile on her face.

“If that’s what you would like sister,” I smile.

“This place is nice isn’t it?” father asks, looking around with a hopeful smile. “Right.”

Mother just sighs and drops the carpet that she was carrying, it startled us a bit.

“Once you are all settled you can come find us.” Tsireya says sweetly. “We will show your children around the reefs.”

“Thank you, Tsireya.” father tells her.

We finished getting out things and setting up our new home. When we finish, father gathers us to have a family meeting.

“I need you kids to be on your best behavior. All of you need to stay out of trouble.” Father starts, then he looks at Lo’ak. “I mean it.”

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak responds. He gives a hiss when Neteyam playfully grabs his neck.

“Make sure you learn fast and pull your weight,” he adds.

“We got this father.” I smile. “We will make you proud.

“That’s my girl.” Father smiles, nugging me.

“I want to go home.” TukTuk says with eyes full of tears.

“I know, but this is our home now.” father tells her gently.

“We will make the most of it.” I say while pulling her into a hug. “I know you love to see new places. I’m sure we’ll have many new adventures and memories.”

“What does your father always say?” mother asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sullys stick together.” we say.

“Right, now this time with more feeling.” Father smiles.

“Sullys stick together.” we say a little louder.

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We met up with the metkayina teens who are going to show us their way of life. The three of them gracefully dived into the water. My siblings cannonball into the water while I slowly ease myself in. Surprisingly, the water was warm and welcoming, not icy cold like I was expecting. I thought the animals looked amazing from when we were flying but they are better up close. Tiny gray fish with black and yellow marking swam around in a school that was easily over one hundred. Another sea creature was about as big as my head. It’s a yellow creature with black and white stripes. Next thing I know Lo’ak is swimming to my side and pointing ahead. Rotxo, Ao’nung, and Tsireya are swimming very fast ahead of us. We did our best to follow but it was getting harder and harder to hold our breath.

My siblings and I swim to the top to catch our breath. When we poke our heads underwater Tsireya moves her hands in a weird pattern. When she realizes that we do not understand she makes a signal for us to follow them. So we take another deep breath then dive back in. As we swim on it seems like about a dozen fish about the size of my finger swam by to say hello. I reach out to touch one but they scatter away, I guess I don’t have Kiri’s spiritual connection just yet. Then I feel a hand pull on my arm. It’s time to go up for another breath of air.

“Are you okay?” Tsireya asks, joining us at the surface.

“You’re too fast.” TukTuk whines. “Wait for us.”

“Just breath,” Tsireya advises.

“You are not good divers.” Ao’nung smirks, he pops up next to me that I flinch. “Maybe good at swinging through trees but-”

Tsirerya smacks his head before he could finish the comment. Rotxo comes up last with a worried look.

“Kiri?” he asks. “Where is Kiri?”

“Kiri?” Neteyam asks, looking around, confused.

“I swear she was right here.” I say looking around with him.

“Who?” Ao’nung asks.

Everyone gives him a side-eye and Tsireya hits him once more. We all dive back under the water to go look for our missing group member. Somewhere on the way Rotxo picks an underwater flower. It’s a dark purple in the center but starts to turn brighter towards the end of the petals. Then he swam right under me and put the flower in my hair with a small smile. Next thing I know he and Lo’ak are pulling me to the surface because the actin caused me to forget I was holding my breath.

“What did you do?” Lo’ak growls.

“No,Lo, I’m fine…promise.” I cough.

”Are you okay?” TukTuk asks, taking my hand in hers.

“Yes TukTuk.” I say. “I’m fine. Come let’s finish finding Kiri.”

We found Kiri swimming around with different animals. After our tour around the reefs we go home to our mauri. Mother and Father aer waiting for us, already starting dinner.

“Mama! Daddy!” TukTuk beams.

“How’s my baby girl?” father coos scooping TukTuk in his lap. “How was the swim?”

“It was wonderful.” Kiri answers dreamily, taking a seat next to mother.

“That’s a lovely flower, Y/N.” Mother comments brushing my hair aside.

“Roxtxo gave it to her.” Lo’ak comments.

“How sweet of him.” Mother responds.

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Today is our next lesson, riding ilu. Ao’nung makes chirping and clicking sounds. A group of the creatures circled around him, making the same sounds in response.

“These are ilu.” he tells us. “If you want to live here, you must learn to ride.”

Tsireya is going to teach Lo’ak and Tuk while Ao’nung will teach Neteyam and I. Neteyam gets on first, Ao’nung doesn’t check his posture much before sending him off. To none of our surprise Neteyam stays on the creature. He’s always been a natural at things. Back home he was the best hunter among his age group, Before I get on next I see Lo’ak dive into the water on the back of an ilu. But the animal is moving so fast it sends him flying off. Everyone starts to laugh at his failure, even the ilu came back to splash and laugh at him. Now I’m faced with my own, patiently waiting infront of me.

“What are you waiting for?” Ao’nung asks impatiently. “Get on.”

“I..um..” I stutter.

“Just get on.” he sighs. “I have better things to do than wait for a scaredy cat like you.”

“I can help her.” Rotxo offers.

Rotxo gently takes my hand and guides me onto the animal. He shows me where to hold and adjusts my posture where it’s needed. When he is done he takes a step back to look at me. I can feel the heat in my body rising waiting for him to comment on something. Or even tease me again about how children younger than me aren’t cared of an ilu.

“Looking good. Now when you take off start out slow then build speed.” he says insteads. “Also you want to have good posture when you go under the water.”

At first I just stared ahead. I don’t think I'm ready for this. What if I fall off? What if they laugh? Will I get hurt? What if I choke on the water? How do-

“Just take calm slow breaths.” Rotxo advises, getting on a ilu. “Here let’s ride together.”

He counts to three then we take off into the water. I do as he instructs and start out slow. But she insists that we go faster and starts to move. I have to adjust my grip but somehow I stay on. I look next to me and there’s Rotxo, who I give a wave and an excited smile. I'm actually riding and staying on. Then Neteyam swims around me followed by Kiri and TukTuk, she looks so adorable riding her own smaller ilu, coming to my side. The three of us swim to the top.

“Where’s Lo?” I ask.

Suddenly, he pops up from the surface with a huge smile.

“This is insane cuz!” he laughs.

“Yea, it’s so cool.” I agree

“You all are doing so well.” Tsireya joins. “I am proud of you all.

We spend the rest of the day swimming with the ilu and learning different games that we can play. The Metkayina are so different from us and it is marvelous to learn their ways. Our ikran are dangerous and it is a rite of passage for us forest na’vi. Also they will only bond with one rider for life. But ilu are very sweet and social. Unlike ikran, they don’t bond for life.

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It was pretty early in the morning when Rotxo came to our mauri. We were up and eating breakfast

“Hello, Rotxo.” mother greets. “What can we do for you?”

“I was wondering if Y/N would like to go for a walk.” he answers shyly.

“Can I?” I ask, looking at my parents.

“Just you two?” father asks, nearly choking on his food. “Alone?”

“Ma Jake.” mother warns then turns back to me. “Of course you can sweetie, finish your food first.”

Once I finish breakfast I freshen up really quick, say bye to my family, and head out with Rotxo. We walked to a clearing at the edge of the forest that was close to the village. Yesterday, we agreed to meet early so we can learn more about each other’s culture.

“So what do you want to know?” I ask as we sit down.

“How about we start with animals?” he suggests. “Do you have anything like an ilu?

“Hmmmm...I dont think so.” I answer. “Ikran are the most common to ride but there is a rite of passage we must complete. Also they are too dangerous for young na’vi to ride alone.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

“They are very dangerous. I guess they are closer to a skiwing.” I explained. “We know we are meant to have the ikran that tries to kill us.”

“Really?!” he asks, shocked. “Our skimwings are dangerous but I don’t think they’d try to harm us.”

“But just the feeling when the bond is finally made is amazing.” I say dreamily, thinking back to when I first bonded with Paskalin. “Like you two are meant to be together forever.”

“I completely understand.” Rotxo says, suddenly getting shy and turning away. “It’s how I felt when I first saw you.”

“What?” I ask. “You made fun of my brothers and I.”

“I’m sure you can tell what kind of na’viAo’nung is.” he sighs. “He’s been my best friend since we were born. So when I saw a stunning na’vi girl who I knew wouldn’t be accepted by him, I got scared.”

“Well, what changed?” I ask, still confused. I try to look into his eyes but he avoids my gaze by keeping his head down. “I don’t think we’re accepted just yet, so why tell me this?”

“I guess, I was scared of never being with the person I feel like I’m destined to be with,” he admits. “My grandma would tell me stories about how she and my grandpa fell in love. She said that when they saw each other for the first time they were in awe and their hearts started to race. That’s how I felt when I saw you. You are the perfect beauty who I wish to be in my life forever.”

“I like you too.” I responded awkwardly. “You scared me at first but spending time with you and getting to know the real you. I’ve grown very fond of you.”

“So would I be able to court you?” he asks, finally looking up at me.

“If you can make it past my father and brothers.” I joke.

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A/N: here’s a cute little story I had in the works. I give Ao’nung too much attention. Time to let our baby boy shine ♥️ (Edit: Sorry I forgot the taglist also I saw that I spelled Rotxo's name wrong so I'm going through and making changes)

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[108garys]

Concerning the quarry(update)

I had previously pondered the inclusion of the quarry in my super massive family tree project and decided against it as the main goal of the project is to make all(or as many as possible) of supermassive's recycled models related to each other.

It started focused on the dark pictures anthology and eventually included the inpatient and hidden agenda because of the shared models and by extension until dawn because of the inpatient and so on but there was no obvious connection in the quarry and if I made unique models related to reused ones it had to be purposeful and not just "these characters are both insert random thing" So when I say was settled on the exclusion of the quarry I mean it was not having to work with a game I don't particularly care for and that was that

All that being said I was looking at the Hackett family tree because it goes back to the time of little hope and with my own family tree project it's good to have an example to look at(some of mine to further back lol)

My reasoning at the time was that with all this material it would be simple to include Hackett side characters in stories set in different eras, I was thinking "oh free names to use for historical OCs in little hope reincarnation cycle fic or stuff otherwise set over a century ago" you feel me? Like I could feel the way I do about the quarry and still do something like that

...but then something unexpected happened

"Louisa Clarke(Hackett) 1920-1985"

That's Jed's mum

I had previously decided that any Clarke's would be connected to the Clarke family(even jessie Clark the random construction guy from tdim who's last name I'm treating as a typo)

In my preexisting drafts the generation above James Clarke has three brothers but I had always imagined them having a sister/4th sibling and Louisa just slots right in there exactly how I imagined and so just like that the quarry went from not included at all to having around a third of the cast accounted for. I'm not sure I'll actually go ahead and add the whole in game Hackett family to my next draft but at the very least I can make a note off it next to Louisa's name

It's funny because there were other things I was wanting to do that day but this reason to give a damn about the quarry(and not even the main game at that) blew me away and I needed to process it and what this new development means(it means that James Clarke and Jedediah Hackett are first cousins)

I always thought any care for the quarry on my part would come from connecting it with other games and that seems to be true, I can't say if this will translate into me liking the game itself but now I've already got some great crossover stuff that I'm eager to work on that I hope you'll love as much as I do

That all being said I'm not now going to be adding random player characters into the family trees and this is far more than I was prepared to have in my project(not me begrudgingly excepting that I'm going to have to interact with the quarry for these aus I'm excited for 😅)

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