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willowistic22 · 4 years

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Please... (Redfinch)

Albert has been thrown to the refuge before. It was an ugly story but at least it prepared him from what was coming when he got thrown in again. But Finch? This was his first time learning on his own how relentless Snyder is...

Word count: 3302

Part : [1 this] - (if ppl like this i’ll make more parts)

Warnings: Blood, abuse, torture, knife cuts, restraints, mentions of death, beatings, cussing (no surprise there lol), in short this is a whump fic. I probably missed some warnings and if I did please let me know!

A/N: Hello, yes, I am well aware that I’ve vanished from my fanfic writing spree. It’s gonna be more common now because school is more hectic online than irl. Anyways, i came up with this idea when I was in the middle of having writers block from writing another wip and ended up finishing this one whoops. I also like ignored the remainder of requests from my inbox not bcs i don’t want to do them but i haven’t gotten the time. Especially since this is October and my school always have special plans on October so I’m sorry. But, hey I got a fic out! ENJOY! (might make this a three part thing if you guys want idk)

[ @jaelynn-is-slightly-confused i did it.......................... ]

The first time he got sent to this hellspace was years ago, and fortunately for Albert it only lasted for four days before he was able to bust out. Odd how he thought something would be different. He expected the treatment would stay the same, no surprise there. The bounded limbs, the painful souvenirs smeared all over his body, being left to fend for your own life, none of this was new. And yet, Al thought maybe something physical about this awful settlement would be different. Maybe painting the walls a different color? Cleaning the little drops of blood on the floor?

A funny idea to be thinking about in this kind of situation. But he needed something to calm him down. Something to distract him from the pain all over his body. The bruises from punches, the strangling feeling made by a strong pair of hands ghosting his neck, the cuts from a knife marking his skin, the pain in his wrists while they’re tightly bound to each other with a rope, basically everything that’s been given to him the minute he arrived here.

An itch in his throat triggered him to go on a coughing fit. It made him feel every inch of pain all over his torso as he reached for that itch. He ends up opening his eyes after spending a long time closing them.

His senses are now hyper focused on everything around him. Albert can feel the coarse cement wall through the back of his shirt. It’s the only thing making him sit up properly while he spreads his legs out on the dirty floor, just as equally coarse as the wall. He can see streaks of lights coming from the tiny windows on the wall he’s leaning onto. The only light source provided for this basement.

There isn’t anything in here. Most of the kids held in the refuge would stay up stairs. Rooms provided with rickety bunks where at least six kids slept all at once. Big scary men put on guard on every corner with batons, ready to strike when a kid acted up. You only get sent down to the basement, or what most kids would say the ‘torture chamber’, when the ungoldy amount of scars already given to you haven’t made you obey anything they say. And Albert has been a huge pain in the ass.

The sound of the heavy metal door opening bounces on the walls, pulling Albert’s consciousness away from the distraction forming in his head as he was about to close his eyes for another rest. Slow footsteps climbing down the wooden stairs echoes throughout the room. A weak light slowly gets stronger as the footsteps get louder in Al’s ears.

The sound of the footsteps against the wooden stairs turn into strong assertive steps on the concrete floor. Al weakly darts his eyes up at the big man, bringing a candle in one hand and a lit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth.

“Good to see you again, Al!” Snyder exclaimed after huffing out a cloud of smoke, a devilish grin painting his face.

“Wish I could say the same to you” Albert voiced as best as he could, hoarse but Snyder could hear the hatred behind it.

The beaten up redhead proceeds to spit at his captor’s shoes with a glare. In return, Snyder chuckles out whilst shaking his head.

“You think that’s funny?” Snyder challenged.

“Actually, I do!”

In the matter of seconds, Snyder gets closer and viciously grabs Albert by the neck with a tight grip. He holds him up with one hand on the neck, high with his back up against the wall.

Despite his throat being seconds away from being totally crushed, he was able to hold up his glare. The pain is unimaginable, but his smile remains. Albert is not giving in to obeying this man in any way. Not even the fear he’s trying to assert on him.

“Fearless. I admire that” Snyder notes, curiously tilting his head as he examines the details of his face.

“Thanks. My parents are pretty proud of that too” Albert needed some effort to get the words out, but thought it was definitely worth the pain to see the displeased look in Snyder.

“And very stubborn...”

They lock their eyes in a glare, none of them showing any sign of turning away.

“I’ll have to fix that attitude…” Snyder exclaimed. He turns towards the stairs leading upstairs and shouts, “Bring ‘em in”

The door opened, followed by a sound of two men viciously telling someone to obey their orders. Not a moment later, a tumbling noise reveals a weak body being pushed down the stairs and onto the concrete floor with a loud thud. Their back was facing Al, so he didn’t know who that was.

But Al noticed the newsboy cap, lying on the floor not far from the figure. It was thrown away from their head when they fell down the stairs. The cap looks eerily familiar. God, did Albert hope it wasn’t who he thinks it is…

The two men from earlier came down. One uses his feet to flip over the person they’ve just thrown down here, along with the bound wrists with the same rope as Al dropping in front of their chest. With the minimal light provided by the little windows and now the presence of Snyder’s candle, Albert can tell who they’ve just thrown in.

His smirk slowly drops at the sight of the weak boy. His hazel eyes no longer glaring at his captor, but staring helplessly at the body lying on the floor. Blond hair no longer electrified as it used to. Al’s favorite face to cradle no longer looks the same as before. Eyes still clenched shut. Snyder smirks, seeing his tactic has shown some progress. And he barely did anything yet.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Snyder taunted under his breath, only Albert was able to hear it, “Should’ve brought the boy into the mix sooner…”

Snyder loosens his grip around Al’s neck, but he’s soon held up once again by two of Snyder’s henchmen. One holds down his shoulders, pinning him up against the wall, and another by the chest and stomach.

Snyder makes his way to the boy on the ground with lazy steps. Albert can see him reaching for something under his jacket. It was soon revealed to be a knife once he playfully glides it in the air while kneeling down to the boy. He throws away his burnt out cigarette and places the candle on the floor, not far from the helpless body. He grabs the boy’s chin to make him look up with his free hand, smiling like the devil when he hears the boy whimpering from his touch.

“I’m not one to like guys… but this one’s clearly a looker, don’t you think?” Snyder examines the face in his hand.

Albert’s temper was acting up, but his struggles to break free from the strong grip was instantly met with punches to the stomach. The bruises from earlier makes the pain hurt even more. With a silent raise of two fingers, Snyder made the two henchmen stop the punching. It gives Albert some time to settle in with the pain.

Another signal from Snyder, and the henchmen drops Al on the floor and leaves the basement to the three. Albert’s head was up against the concrete floor, taking in the cold and dusty texture.

He’s on the same eye level as the boy. A desperate gaze towards the innocent face now full of blood, water, dust, and dirt all smudged together on his skin. Al could see more details, maybe bruises or cuts covered up by the smudges.

“Come on now, Finch! You’re invited to the party!” Snyder said to the boy, bringing his face right to his own. It forces him to slightly sit up, whimpering along as his body is getting forced under all that pain, “The least you could do is appreciate the invitation”

It was the order to open his eyes. God knows what Snyder would do if he didn’t. The action reveals a pair of Albert’s favorite blue eyes, but fear clouds it along with the redness caused from what he assumes to be a lot of crying.

Finch never loses his composure. He’s that cool and mysterious guy everyone is intrigued by. Either have a cool smirk or a neutral quiet face at all times. He doesn’t express his feelings freely, so it keeps people guessing. But those tear streaks, shaky limbs, pressed down sobs in his throat, that wasn’t usual. Albert may have seen him vulnerable, but this wasn’t the romantic and soft side of him that he’s used to. This was genuine fear.

“I know you’re not one to follow orders from me…” Snyder started, guiding Finch to sit up properly. His unbalanced head moves along with the dazing motion in his mind. In a split second, the sound of a slap echoes through the room. Finch falling helplessly the moment his huge hand connects to his cheek. With a little yelp from the pain, he’s back on the ground, desperately holding back his sobs and scrunching his eyes shut.

“... But I’m sure we could… make some changes to that” Snyder continued, turning his head around to face Albert.

By now, Al found the little strength to prop himself up to sit up against the wall again. He snarls, pushing Snyder to smile to his own amusement.

“I see progress being made!” He exclaimed with an unsettling grin after noting his silence. He turns back to face Finch, “Let’s see how much of that we can get for today’s session…”

Snyder drags Finch by the ropes that ties his arms together up till it can reach the rusty old hook attached to the ceiling. He gasps at the pain in his wrists carrying his entire weight up on the hook, all the pain being stretched out. The tip of his toes grazed the floor and his head hung low.

The same knife from earlier makes its way to press on Finch’s chest. Albert had only realized his shirt was unbuttoned just now and takes in all the horrifying scars. It ranges from faint purples and blues and very clear red and pink lines, all of which are smeared across his body. The cold blade hasn’t cut through his skin, but it made Finch’s senses hyper focused. Lungs working at full force, loud breathing and rapid chest movements. He thought he was just playing tricks, making him think he’s seconds away from cutting some skin.

When he least expected it, the blade drew another line just below his collar bone. It causes the boy to let out a half suppressed yelp. Snyder dragged the knife so slow, Finch could feel every bit of the pain.

“Wait! Stop!” Albert could only yell from a distance.

“Thought we’ve managed to get you to shut up...” Snyder turns his head a little to see Albert behind his shoulder. He digs the blade an inch deeper into Finch’s skin, causing a little cry to finally escape his lips but soon was suppressed once again.

“He has nothin’ to do with this!”

Albert shifts a bit loudly. It instantly alerts Snyder, causing him to fully turn his head towards him with a glare.

“Try getting any closer, and I’ll slit his throat open right now!” Snyder growled, firmly holding the blade against the weak throat. It made Finch pull his head up to avoid getting cut, inevitably forcing his eyes to open to stay cautious around it.

Albert locks his eyes in Finch’s desperate gaze back at him. A silent cry for help, which only made Al furious because he can’t do anything. He wants to wipe his tears away, clean his face, and just hold him tight against his chest. Get the two back to the lodge where their friends are waiting. Everything in his power to get Finch away from any more torture.

Snyder smiled at Albert’s compliance, forcibly settling his body back on the wall.

“Atta, boy,” He said, turning his head back to face Finch. He grabs a fistful of blonde curls and whispers, “See? Told’ja he’d listen to you”

Snyder pulls the knife out of his flesh. Finch gasps at the pain, red blood dripping down his body. His breath becomes fast and uncontrollable once again. And he didn’t stop there. Punches being thrown, more knife cuts, and a hand gripping firmly around his neck while he growls words that shapes nightmares. The chest starts to add in more color to it. Streaks of blood dripped down his slightly toned body. Each of those marks burns deeply into him. With every swing from the fist, Finch uses all his energy to suppress his voice despite the unimaginable pain it emits.

Finch has been in a fight before. He knows what it feels like getting punched over and over again. But this? This is something new. He’s in a position where he can’t do anything. And god is he scared for his life. Albert won’t blame him. After a few dozen punches, his lover fell limp. Hanging helplessly on the hook and taking all the new cuts and bruises like he deserves it. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that he actually might’ve given up.

“Can’t you tell he’s had enough of it?” Albert shouted, helplessly watching his lover get tortured to near death.

Snyder continues to use Finch as a punching bag, ignoring his near silent cries and Albert’s pleas to stop.

“What does it have to do with ‘im?!”

A hook to the chin this time.

“You fucking bastard! You’ll kill him!”

Finch couldn’t hold his crying anymore, despite being told to before he got thrown in the basement. Snyder draws out the knife again upon hearing all the sobs escape his cut lips.

“Snyder, please!” Albert’s voice shakes.

He stops his arm and turns to face Albert, dropping his hand with the knife to his side. Albert can be seen on the verge of tears, and he won’t deny it to anyone. Snyder’s lips fell open with wonderment.

“I get the point already. You don’t have to keep hurting him...” Albert explained even further, desperation lacing his words. Eyes slowly welling up with water, “Please…”

Snyder scoffs, twisting his lips into the devil's satisfied smile, “Say that again”

He just wants to see Albert complying to him. Hear him beg to stop the injustice torture. Maybe as far as to hear him cry.

“Please… Let him go...” breathlessly, Albert begged. He could feel a drop of water from one of his eyes threatening to fall down his cheek.

Snyder approaches Albert, kneeling down in front of him. He uses the knife from earlier, still full of Finch’s blood dripping off the blade, to tilt Albert’s chin upwards. He glares at Snyder once their eyes meet, but it only makes the man smirk with delight.

“I see you’ve come to your senses”

Hopefully that meant he’d stop and let Finch back upstairs. But this is Snyder, he’s not going to let one of his detained kids off for free.

“But I don’t think you’re... ‘docile’ enough,” Snyder added.

He puts away the knife, letting Albert breathe for a moment. But that breath was stolen from him as Snyder proceeds to slap his cheek, so hard the noise echoes throughout the room. He falls to the ground, adding more to the pain he’s feeling. If his hands weren’t tied up, he would’ve already punched the crap out of that monster.

“You sound adorable when you beg, y’know?” Snyder said standing up to walk back to Finch.

Albert huffs out breaths full of anger, watching him approach his bloody human punching bag. He blows a strain of red locks away from his eyes to carefully watch what he’s going to do.

Snyder grabs Finch’s cheeks, forcing him to look up, “You’re definitely a keeper. Isn’t that right, Al?”

He turns to face Albert, watching as the redhead struggles to sit upright once again. He didn’t break his glare at the man while doing so, showing his own daggers through hazel eyes.

Snyder scoffs it off, focusing back to Finch. He unhooks the rope off of the ceiling, the limp body giving in to gravity and hitting the floor instantly. His breathing is slowing down, but hitched with a sob ever so often.

“So, why don’tcha have a little alone time—“ He grabs Finch by the hair. He yelped in pain before being tossed towards where Albert is sitting, his feet somehow complying to the push despite the ache he feels, “—and think about what you did”

He was lucky, Albert was able to catch him into his chest and lap. If he didn’t, Finch would’ve hit the floor and added another bruise on his face. Finch quickly scrambles himself into his embrace as best as he can with tied hands in front of him. Shaking with suppressed sobs into Al’s tattered clothes.

“You don’t wanna make him suffer for something he didn’t do, right?” Snyder taunted.

It fuels Albert’s anger to the brim. He tries his best to wrap his arms around the boy while maintaining his glare at Snyder as he makes his way up the stairs. The heavy door quickly opens and shuts not long after a dozen or so drawn out steps up the stairs. The basement is once again left with minimal lighting since the candle from previously was brought up along with him.

The moment he hears the door close, Finch lets out his sobs. Loud, fueled with ache and fear. Albert suspects he was told to stay quiet while they were doing… whatever it is they did to him to make him look like this. He had a few guesses about what it was, but Al couldn’t bear to put the image in his head.

“Oh, Finch, what did they do to you?” Albert whispered, carefully holding Finch’s cheek up to see the damage.

Finch stays silent as they view each other’s faces. Albert wipes Finch’s tears with his thumb delicately to be careful as to not harm him. He cries at the touch of his soft hand, the gentleness he’s been longing for the moment he got into this shithole of a place.

He crashes his face into the crook of Albert’s neck, sobbing a little softer than before. Al places his chin on his curls gently. He rubs Finch’s back and shushes in his hair. Albert knows it won’t calm him down, but there’s nothing wrong with trying.

“Albert… please… I wanna go home…” Finch said shakily, so soft Al nearly couldn’t hear him. About the only thing he has said since the moment the couple has reunited.

Albert hushed the boy, rubbing his cheeks against Finch’s curls, “I know. I know. Just hold on for me”

He continues to sob, a puddle slowly forming on Albert’s shirt. The dam for Albert himself finally broke, letting a drop of water fall down his cheek and a nose slowly getting stuffed. He holds him in his tight arms, as if he’d disappear the moment he lets go.

“We’re gettin’ outta here. I promise” Albert promised, a big promise to uphold too.

It would seem difficult with the position they’re in. He believes their friends are out there coming up with an escape plan or will visit them frequently to check up on them till a plan forms. Till then, he promises to do everything he can to get Finch off of Snyder’s evil hands. Anything to see his Finchy smile again. Even if it ends up being the last thing he does.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years

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Pulled Together ~ part 3

A/n: So I'm REALLY into this series :) I wrote a ton and will start queing these to post at midnight of each day and if I pull this off, you guys will get one part a day. If this series goes on too long, it might turn into every other day or once a week or something. I have a lot planned though so I don't think I'll burn out because I'm not just completely winging it? Eh we'll see lol

Word Count: 4000+

MASTERLIST

Jai felt sick to their stomach. Upon waking up, they weren’t tied to an interrogation chair - as the Second Sister called it - or in a cell. They’d woken up in what they’d soon learn was an infirmary, the Second Sister herself in a chair right by their bed, lounging as they waited for Jai to wake up.

“How long have you been there?” Jai asked.

The Second Sister looked at them, away from the entryway of the infirmary, where she’d been focused on before. “Not long, thankfully. I come in every once in a while to see if you’re awake yet.”

Jai raised an eyebrow. “How hospitable of you.”

The Second Sister shook her head and Jai got the impression that she might have been rolling her eyes. “Do you remember what happened?”

It was as clear as anything. The room lit up with blinding white light. The three other bodies falling to the floor instantly, incapacitated. The distant yells of more troopers at the comotion. The feeling of… power. “Yeah,” Jai whispered. Their voice was suddenly weak and hoarse. They didn’t like to think about it. Remember it. It was another one of those things they just knew: they’d caused that lightning. They’d created it, hurting the people around them. They didn’t really feel bad about hurting the troopers and the Second Sister- it was more the weird feeling the power they’d used to do it had given them. It felt dangerous, and yet they were almost eager to do it again. They weren’t sure what any of it meant.

“Do you know what the Force is?” The Second Sister leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees.

“Of course,” Jai responded, nearly scoffing. Their voice was back. “I’ve heard the stories of the Jedi and the Sith and the Force- just like everyone else.”

There was a pause and Jai shifted. Why did it suddenly feel so warm in here? “They’re not just stories.” Another stretch of silence and Jai’s eyes fell to their hands, resting limply in their lap. They’d sat up to talk to the Second Sister but were still feeling weak. This news wasn’t helping. Of course Jedi were real. The Second Sister had already confirmed that. Which mean the Force was a thing too, of course. Jai hadn’t until this very moment considered that those two things existing also confirmed the reality of a world with Sith.

“If I used the Force, shouldn’t you kill me?” Jai looked at the Second Sister. “I mean, isn’t it your job to hunt and kill Jedi and other Force users or whatever?”

The Second Sister sat back in her chair, nodding. “It is.” She exhaled briefly.”Do you want to die, Jai?”

It was the first time she said their name. It was terrifying. “No.” They were as honest as ever. “But it doesn’t seem I have much of an option here.”

“Well… what if I told you that there was another option?”

Jai started. “What option?”

The Second Sister stood, pulling off her lightsaber from her belt. She rested it in her palm, raising her hand in the air. The deactivated saber began to float in the air, just above her hand. She lowered her hand but the saber stayed, floating, suspended by nothing by the Force. “You could join us. Become an Inquisitor. I’d train you, help grow your powers. You’d stay alive and grow even stronger. Make something more for yourself than a pathetic, rainy planet where all you can do is hide your real worth and waste away doing whatever meaningless thing you did down there.”

Jai couldn’t lie, it sounded insanely tempting. They’d always thought the idea of the Force was so cool, and had secretly wanted to use it as a kid. They’d spent hours as a child meditating and trying to connect to it but had never succeeded… or, maybe they had. Surely not on a level like recently, but… maybe. At this point, they’d believe anything.

There was something that made them pause though. “I don’t want to torture people like you did me. I’m not made of the same material as you.”

The Second Sister hesitated, then the lightsaber moved within Jai’s grasp. “Grab it.”

Jai didn’t have to be told twice. They forced themself to their feet, feeling silly holding a lightsaber of all things while sitting weak in a bed made for broken and sick people. They looked at it for a second until they got that sensation again- that simply knowing something it made no sense to know. Their finger found the switch and the lightsaber activated. The double sided beam was a glowing line between Jai and the Second Sister. “Amazing,” they whispered.

“Indeed,” the Second Sister agreed. Then she did something odd. She took a defensive stance, her hands tense at her side. “Do you want to escape, Jai?”

Now Jai could place why their name in her mouth sounded so threatening. It wasn’t just a name when the Second Sister said it. It was a challenge. “Yes,” Jai responded immediately, their hand tightening on the saber.

“Kill me then. Use that saber and kill me and everyone who stands in your way and get out. Go find your precious Cal Kestis and his little group of friends and help the rebellion they fight for. Or don’t. Return to Bracca. Or go somewhere completely new, a lightsaber and the Force on your side. Free yourself of this place.”

Jai felt it. The pull. They felt a distinct wanting. A desperate yearning within them to turn the weapon against its owner and finally be free. They could do it. The saber was foreign and Jai had no real combat knowledge, but they’d had dangerous things held against dangerous people before. They could do it if they really wanted to.

That feeling was scary.

Jai opened their hand, letting the saber fall to the floor. It deactivated in midair, landing with a clatter. “No.” They stood tall. “You’ve changed me. You and your pain and this promise of something more. And I don’t like it. I won’t be like the people in those stories. I’m not evil.”

The Second Sister took a second to stand straight before reaching up and taking her helmet off. Jai was surprised by the action. “Neither am I,” the woman underneath said evenly. Her hair was dark and short. Her eyes were cold but her expression was calm. Jai pictured a much crueler face. The Second Sister was strangely… attractive. Not even a little bit of what Jai had been expecting. “There’s no such thing as good and evil, Jai.” This time it sounded like a name. It was a weird change, this woman and her face and the way she said Jai’s name. “There is only power and weakness. This pain. The change it caused. You feel stronger, don’t you? Can you remember before? What scared you? What hurt you? Can you imagine any of it bothering you now?”

Jai had to say: she had a point. Before, the worst thing that Jai was concerned about was… what? A little hunger? Cal losing interest? There were so many much worse things to be afraid of. Things that Jai wouldn’t have to fear if they got even stronger. They wouldn’t need someone else anymore. No more feeling pathetic and useless. No more creating situations that weren’t real in a desperate attempt to feel worth something. Anything.

Cal was out there fighting his fight. Why couldn’t Jai fight theirs? What was waiting for them anywhere else? Cal? Jai had no idea where he was, and he had no idea where they were. Bracca had been a dismal place to end up in the first place, and Jai wouldn’t have ever gotten off of it if not for this whole Inquisitor thing happening. They thought of that power. The Lightning. The surge that made them feel - KNOW - they were completely unstoppable. Watching even the Second Sister fall to her knees, completely helpless.

Swallowing hard, Jai met the eyes of the Second Sister. “I’m listening.”

Training was exhausting and overwhelming.At least now Jai had an actual bed to crash into at the end of every night when it was all over. They actually got sleep, and when they woke up they were allowed to eat actual food. The Second Sister refused to give them a lightsaber, so Jai was being trained in the Force exclusively. It was an easy study, and with fulfilling rewards. The Second Sister got frustrated with them a lot, eager to have them be ready to be in battle and fighting at her side. Eager to have them ready and out there. Every day Jai got stronger, though. The food and sleep were probably a huge help.

Training required a lot of emotion, and it built up a lot of tension and frustration. Jai had been wishing they could cook again. They always used to when things would get really bad. It was something they were good at that they could just do, and please people with the results every time. No one was ever disappointed with Jai’s food as Cal had been when they’d first bothered him. As the Second Sister was in training. As they were at how easily they’d succumbed to the draw of a power that was so very wrong.

Except, as the time passed, it started to feel less wrong. The Force wasn’t just the Dark Side. It was the Jedi and such as well. One day Jai’s curiosity got the better of them. “Second Sister,” they began during a break in training one day. “You’ve taught me about the Dark Side and Sith and such, but… what about the other side of the coin?”

The Second Sister raised an eyebrow. “You want to know about the Jedi?” Jai shrugged. The Second Sister sighed. “That’s not something you need to know about?”

“Why not?” Jai pushed, testing the water. “I’m not going to become a Jedi. I’ve already used the Dark Side far too much. And I’m studying under you, unable to leave this place. If you want me to fight them eventually, isn’t it important to know how they work? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, yeah?”

There was a moment of silence where the Second Sister just looked at me very intently. Searching. “The Jedi considered themselves peacekeepers. They used the Force mainly for defense, and sometimes to gain knowledge about things. They run and hide like cowards and in the end, they always betray you when it comes down to it. They’re weak.” Her face twisted with anger just slightly and Jai went quiet, not pushing their luck. They waited for the Second Sister to change the subject, but she kept going instead. “They focus on positive emotions and focus. Value things like mercy and self-sacrificing. The strongest of the Jedi always end up dead. It’s better to be what we are now. What you will be someday.”

That really did sound super lame. “How is it different from the Dark Side, the power?”

The Second Sister thought about it. “Well, they have powers that work to defend and teach. Protective shields, or tuning into the memories attached to objects. A long time ago, there was an incredibly powerful Jedi who could see the future.”

Jai’s eyes widened. “What happened to him?”

“He died.”

Jai looked away. “Oh.”

“Yeah. They had the dumbest rules. Attachment was seen as a no-no, but even such a supposedly rule was broken constantly. Masters got attached to their Padawans, and plenty of people had friends or family or romantic partners. They preach love and happiness but breed loneliness and isolation. And endless amounts of hypocrisy. They act like heroes and then fail you when it really matters.”

It was quiet for a long time. “Jedi sound shitty.”

The Second Sister’s lip… twitched. Almost a smile. Jai smiled themself, quite proud of the accomplishment. “They are.”

“You say it like you know on a personal level.” The Second Sister stood, turning away.Jai frowned. They were curious but also kind of irritated. Not at the Second Sister but at these Jedi. The ones who run and hide and let everyone else suffer, but see themselves as heroes. As the staple good guys. These people who preach how much they care, then turn around and in the same breath speak against attachments. Against family and friends and love itself. Jai might have been weaker before this whole thing, but at least they were happy. They were much, MUCH happier without the Force and Jedi. “I’m sorry to-”

“Stand up,” The Second Sister demanded. Jai obeyed, much more willing to follow the Second Sister than before. “You’re angry. Use it. Tap into it and really use it. Let it loose. Let it be as strong and wild and free as the day with the lightning. Be as angry as you were afraid.”

Jai sighed. This wasn’t a life that held happiness or peace aymore. Even the Jedi who apparently focused on positive emotions didn’t harness happiness when they used the Force. This was a life of misery. Of being chased, or chasing. Being killed, or killing.

Only now was Jai realizing that it had actually always been that way- only now were they really understanding that it was.

Training had been lots of little things thus far. Pulling or pushing small objects. Summoning things into their hand. Now they felt the anger. They hated these choices they were given. They hated being trapped on this stupid planet learning how to use a power they resented the second they ‘d really learned what it was. The Force wasn’t good or bad. It wasn’t power or weakness. It was a tool. It was like holding a hammer or a blow torch or a pencil. All it did was take any chance of being really happy, forcing you to use it one way or the other. They hated this stupid power that wouldn’t ever listen to them. That had stayed dormant inside of them for so long, just to surface at the single worst possible moment.

Reaching out their hands, they tried to summon the bag on top of the box. This was the small object of the day. They’d started with dishes and silverware then moved to slightly bigger but lighter things. Clothings and blankets and sheets and such. Now they were stuck on a larger, heavier object. On this stupid bag and things like it. They were stuck, as they always were nowadays.

Jai’s fingers curled as boiling, red rage bubbled up in their chest and spread throughout the rest of their body. Hopelessness and frustration and fear- it all turned to an anger that consumed them. They focused on the bag and it refused to move and they felt even worse. Even more anger. Suddenly the large, stee; box underneath the bag seemed to crumble in on itself, as if Jai had reached out with their fingers and crushed it like a foam ball.

Eyes wide, Jai stepped back, their hands falling to their side. They looked at the Second Sister with shock to see the smirk on her face. “You’re capable of so much more than you ever thought was imaginable. Just let yourself unlock it. Her wrist flicked and Jai felt it before they saw it. They raised an arm and looked just in time to see that same crushed box hovering perfectly suspended in the air, maybe two feet from smashing full force into Jai.

“How did you know I’d be able to stop it.”

The Second Sister’s smirk grew. “I didn’t.” She approached Jai. “How did you?”

Jai swallowed. “I didn’t.”

There was… something huge. Something very big, and Jai was just a second away from completely seeing it. Like a word on the tip of your tongue or your favorite treat that you’re desperately craving being on a shelf, just barely out of reach as your fingers brush the bottom of the container. Like tasting a meal that was missing just a touch of- of something. There was something that Jai wasn’t quite grasping yet, but suddenly it seemed much more in reach because now they understood. Just a little more, they understood the Force and the people who used it.

Everyone was full of fear. Anger. No one wanted to be weak, so they sought after power. Jedi had just as much the capability of crushing and destroying as Sith did, and vice versa. This whole thing was just a way to get just a little stronger. To just have a little up on the person you were fighting.

And it worked, every time.

Maybe the Force wasn’t what Jai should be mad at. It was good and bad, just like everyone else. Everything else. If someone stabbed you with a pencil, it wasn’t the pecil’s fault. It wasn’t the Force keeping them trapped here. It was the Inquisitors. It was the Jedi they fought. It was this stupid eternal war between the “good” and “bad” sides that didn’t exist. The “weak” and the “powerful” that were all doing the exact same things but getting slightly different results because they had slightly different approaches.

Now Jai had a real goal. Not to find Cal or just survive or get more powerful. Jai wanted to understand the Force. To really understand it. They wanted to understand themself and why the Force had been something they of all people could access. They wanted to get off of this god forbidden planet and go do something with their life.

Who cares if they had to be an Inquisitor to do it?

Using the Force after that was suddenly a lot easier. The negative emotions were easy to access. They remembered not only all that time spent in the interrogatio chairs being ruled by endless pain that they couldn’t stop or even slow, but also the days they spent as a child. The days of perfect happiness. Their mom had died when they were very young, but the few memories Jai had of her were always warm and wonderful. Their dad had been just as loving and kind. If they had spent the rest of their life working right by his side and never leaving, that would have been heaven. He was a cook. He’d taught them everything they knew. He saved portions to make for those who really needed it. He was kind and merciful, and what had the world given him in turn? Intruders in the night, murdering him in favor of robbing him and kidnapping his only child.

The robbers had been going to kill Jai until they showed their useful cooking skills. Then when they got the chance as they made a stop on Bracca, they’d booked it and disappeared. They’d taken ages to gain their trust and hadn’t taken the time to take any revenge. No thieving or killing or even hurting- just gone in the night. How many people had they killed since Jai had been gone? How many had they killed while Jai was a part of them? How pathetic were they to simply sit back and let it all happen, just to duck out and pretend none of it had ever happened as they faded into the background of Bracca, doing what they could to survive?

Jai was tired of being helpless. Of being useless. Defenseless. Or running and keeping their head down and closing their eyes and pretending nothing was happen because they couldn’t stop what was, even if it was right in front of them.How many years had they spent simply fading in and out of lives until they’d met Cal and determined he was worth it for whatever reason? Until now, when they’d been found and broken and trained? Well, it didn’t matter, because they wouldn’t be doing it anymore.

They were their own person, and no one was allowed to claim otherwise.

It was the determination above everything else that made Jai strong. Not peace or anger. Not mercy or protectiveness of justice or fear. Just sheer will power. A wanting, above all else, to have something real. Not some temporary purpose like a war or hunting down Jedi. Because then what about after? What happened once the war ended? Once all the Jedi were dead? They’d be back to square one- lost, without a single purpose.

Their new goal? Live.

One day they convinced the Second Sister to let them cook, using the excuse that it helped them focus their emotions more instead of burning them all in one go and then being exhausted afterward. And it did. Just like always, they blew off steam in the kitchen, feeding some eager troopers who were lucky to get there in time to dig in, and then they trained in the Force with determination. Not good or bad. Not peace or chaos. Not power or weakness. Just a refusal to fail.

They became stronger. They also grew wiser. They learned what they’d been seeking in the Force. Just as they’d realized all those times ago- the Sith and the Jedi were both wrong. It wasn't about one or the other, it was about learning about how to balance both. Black and white was dangerous. To every rule there was always an exception.

No killing. What about in self defense?

No stealing. What if someone who’s working for world peace was dying and they were poor and the cure was expensive and it had to be stolen?

No lying. What if some creeper came up to you asking for information?

The world was made up completely of shades of grey. There was not one or the other, but always both. Power AND weakness. Black AND white. Good AND bad. Hard work AND luck. Mercy AND justice. Kindness AND cruelty. Everyone was capable of both, and everyone accessed both at different times. There was a good and a bad, and it was important that you knew the difference and found the balance between both. The only thing that was truly wrong were extremes. Balance was key.

Jai never told the Second Sister or anyone else about this mentality they developed. They never shared their revealed secrets, and continued to instead obey because for now, it was necessary. It was where the Force was taking them. It was the only way forward, and they could be okay with that. They trained and they got stronger and finally the day came.

“Are you awake?”

Jai turned at the Second Sister’s voice. “Of course I am.”

She seemed proud. “We have a mission for you. Are you ready to get off of this planet?” She held out a mask. It was over the lower part of the face, covering their mouth and chin, looping over the ears to the back of the neck. Jai took it and put it on, clicking it closed in the back. It allowed for communications while also leaving the top open. Their vision was unimpeded and their face was mostly revealed- they had no reason to hide it, and had voiced irritation about those who unnecessarily hid their faces. The Second Sister had finally gotten them to stop talking about it, since she herself had a full helmet, but had obviously kept it in mind for Jai’s own mask.

“I was born ready.”

The Second Sister’s chin protrudes slightly, her smirk turning into a dark grin. Jai knew more than ever that what they were doing was going to lead them down a dark path, but they also still recognized that they had to do it. It was time to live. Time to learn and grow and do something other than what the Jedi or the Sith were doing, because both sides were losing and killing everyone else in the process. Jai could settle for this right now. “Let’s go then, Inquisitor.” Jai suddenly missed their name, but the Second Sister hadn’t used it in a long time. She’d been waiting for this moment for far too long, and Jai got the heavy feeling that she was even more excited for this than Jai was. “Let’s get out of here.”

Despite everything, Jai didn’t even hesitate to follow.

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adultprivilege · 5 years

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(19 M) I bought a vape for $143 from a friend who worked in the local vape shop. He also gave me a flavor stick. I put everything vape-related in a black box under my bed, and then earlier tonight I discovered it wasn’t there anymore. If I didn’t move it, that means my parents found it and took it without saying anything to me. How do I go about confronting them about this?

idk if you’re following me then your parents are prolly abusive so maybe just. Don’t confront them at all lol

Idk I don’t really see an option. It’s not like there’s any situation where they will give you back your vape stuff. Sry, that sucks.

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Addendum by ademainalors

First of all, as an asthmatic, I would like to personally say to you, fuck you, and your bubble yum bullshit. Especially if you vape on trains, near bus stops, in school bathrooms, or in enclosed spaces that your asthmatic brethren cannot escape, you deserved to be vaporized, and then charged for the cost of my inhaler. Some of y’all think this shit is the cool harmless version of cigarettes, but it’s still harmful, you’re still at risk of the cardiovascular stuff from nicotine, my grandfather died of a heart attack when my dad was six from overconsumption of nicotine, it will kill you, but the more important part is that it will kill me, and other folks with disabilities that make it challenging to breath normal air much faster, and since we folks with disabilities tend to be broke af, and y’all nicotine/weed/aerosolized essential oils people tend to spend ^^^all ^^^your ^^^money on this crap and are also broke as fuck, we tend to share many spaces/public services, and I’ll be real, there are some days that y’all are turning the train into a hotbox and I wonder if I could argue in court that stabbing y’all would be in self-defense.

But I digress, technically, legally, you are an adult, and so technically, legally, you could bring this to small claims court, although, technically, legally, your parents can yeet you out onto the streets as well, so do with that what you will. If your parents are just concerned about your safety, you’ll be like, my stuff WTF, and they’ll be like, we miss ademainalors’ grandfather and we like the fact that ademainalors can sometimes breathe reliably, and you’ll be like, but what if I want to hurt myself, and they’ll be like, we yeeted your shit into the garbo, take us to small claims court if you dare, but you’ll get yeeted for that. If your parents are more trash, they’ll abuse you, or try to send you to a troubled teens camp, or all manner of grossness, but the thing to remember is that you are legally an adult, so as long as you DO NOT SIGN AWAY YOUR RIGHTS, you’ll probably be “fine.” Either way though, your vape is probably in the garbo. You could probably have some sort of conversation about being old and needing privacy, but by having vapes, you’ve just proved their worst parenting blogs right, you’re a trash human who tortures the lungs of beloved youth rights bloggers, and honestly, they’re probably gonna be more creepy than they already are. My only real advice is to either move out or get better at hiding things, but you’ll probably have to take it to small claims court if you want any form of it back, that or you might be able to dig it back out of the garbo.

For those that are younger though, there’s a reblog post somewhere on here about hiding things from abusive parents, check that out. Generally, that means finding safer third places for things, or getting really good at hiding things, like taking apart your computer and hiding things in the case type of hiding things. Please don’t vape though, I can’t guarantee I won’t personally stab you on a train in between suffocating to death. It’s trash that sometimes I have to wear a mask like I’m in Bejing, China because of you folks. Think about other people sometimes.

-ademainalors

Addendum to the addendum

I do recognize that some of you are using vapes to try and self treat a mental health condition, and I have better advice for you.

First of all, check the resources of your school, some schools are trash, but some schools, especially if you are an older youth in University, have actual health services you can access for real treatment.

Second of all, nicotine is a stimulant, vapes are aerosolized, so they’re absorbed fast like my inhaler medication, if you really are going to go that route, use sparingly, try to retrofit together some sort of mask for it so it’s not going everywhere, and try to minimize the amount of non-nicotine stuff in your vape. If you just need the stimulant effects and don’t need it to be fast-acting, caffeine is also a stimulant, and products like 5-hour energy will go into your body and not cause environmental harms to the people around you. Also, lowkey, make sure the mental health thing you think you have is actually treated with stimulants, like for example, if you think you have autism, not only are stimulants not going to help you at all, but word on the street is that stimulants don’t generally work well on us in general. Vape products sometimes use really sketchy marketing, they’ll market you a sense of calm, when really, they haven’t been through FDA approval to treat mental health conditions, and also, there’s a limited number of mental health conditions treated with stimulants. Do your research.

Third of all, in some states, young people can consent to medical care, and can qualify for their states medicare program. Also, there are many non-profits dedicated to health such as sliding-scale mental health services, try that if it’s an option.

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hotchocolatefanfics · 5 years

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PoTA: Test The Relationship

Hi guys! So this just came to me a couple of days ago and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head so I wrote it out.

Basically, it’s a PoTA-based relationship test. The idea is you imagine your favorite PoTA characters/PoTA shippings (canon or not) in these scenarios and, based on their personalities, backgrounds and actions in the books and movies, imagine what they might think, say or do in them. These scenarios can also be used to explore your PoTA OC’s character and expand on their personality and relationships.

Some of the scenarios are based off of things that happened in the movies and books and by the actions of the characters (both the good guys and the bad guys) and some are real-life based and others don’t follow the PoTA mold at all (so some are serious, some are romantic/comfort, and some are just random and silly).

Types of couple that can be used in these scenarios:

Canon

Made-Up Shippings

OC Shippings/relations

Crack Couples

Ape x Human

Ape x Ape

Human x Human

OC x Canon

OC x OC

Gay or Straight Shippings

Literally anything you want!

Subjects included in (some of these) these scenarios:

Character Death

Divorce/Breakup

Government Corruption/Propaganda

PTSD/Past Trauma

Self Harm/Suicidal Thoughts or Actions

Abuse

Drug Addictions

Alcoholism

Cancer/Serious and/or Fatal Illness

Miscarriage/Infant Death

Adoption

Betrayal

Seperation

Depression/Anger problems

Birth Defects/Disability

Murder/Attempted Murder

Homophobia/Harassment/Bullying

Oppression

Ape-Based Polygamy (where they have multiple mates)

If any of these subjects trigger you or make you uncomfortable, don’t read the scenario and don’t do them! I could personally direct you to the scenarios that DON’T have that particular subject but please be aware that a good 80% of these scenarios cover these things and the whole point of them is to test how the characters handle them and the relationship of the said couple. It’s all meant PURELY for fiction and character exploration, not in any way shape or form meant to encourage or glamorize these subjects. As a precaution, I may repost this on my DA incase this is taken down.

PoTA Movies/Books that (some of) these scenarios are inspired by:

Rise

Dawn

War

Firestorm

Revelations

Original PoTA Movies

Tim Burton’s Remake

While these scenarios were made up based off of the PoTA universe, some of them CAN be used for other franchises you’re interested in. The scenarios are primarily romance-based but there are a few that are based on friendships, parent to child relations, and spouse to in-laws.

The scenarios are all open ended. You choose the couple/the characters in them (the “you” refers to the character you chose to be that role), how far it goes and how it ends (This ______ means fill in the blank! LOL). You can use these scenarios as prompts for drawing, one-shots, discussions, or role-plays.

This is not a contest or a challenge! If anything it’s just something I made up for fun and maybe others may find fun in it to. There’s 100 scenarios on this list but you don’t have to do ALL of them if your don’t want to!

Sorry that my description has taken up more room than I thought it would but have fun! Happy character exploration and relationship testing! XD

1 - 10: Falling in love

1) You have been captured by apes/cruel humans. You just met a/another ape/primitive human. Is it love at first sight?

2) You see your companion being abused/tortured/whipped by your captors. Do you intervene?

3) Your companion makes a flower crown for you. How does this make you feel? Do you make one for them?

4) You’re in love. However, the person you love will never love you back due to your species/different opinions on humans. What is it about them that you love so much?

5) You and your companion are not the same species (one is ape and the other is human) but you have feelings for them. Do you hide it? Do they feel the same?

6) You want to impress your companion by________. It goes horribly wrong and you end up embarrassing yourself. Do you laugh it off? Do you hide your head in shame?

7) You want to give your companion a gift. After much consideration, you decide the best gift would be________. How do they react to the gift?

8) You’re about to be killed by______. Your companion saves your life and in doing so, gets hurt themselves. What do you do?

9) Your companion suddenly disappears as you’re traveling. Do you search for them? Or go get help?

10) You and your companion are alone together. You catch each others eyes and gaze at one another. Your heart is pounding. Do you kiss them? Do they kiss back?

11 - 20: Something Cute

11) You feel like making cookies. You invite your love to join you. How do you know they aren’t going to eat all the cookie dough first?

12) It’s your love’s birthday. It’s as easy to celebrate these things anymore, but you think you can make it work. What do you get for them? Do you attempt to bake a cake?

13) Halloween is coming up. Your love has never celebrated the holiday. Do you dress up in costumes? Go Trick or Treating/eat candy? Watch horror movies and stay up all night?

14) You and the group you’re in are all bored. You decide to play Truth or Dare. You’re group includes apes and humans, some having done wrong in the past and others had gone from friends, to enemies, to ‘not really friends but we can tolerate each other now’ kind of relationship. What can go wrong? And what is the craziest dare you can think of?

15) It’s summer! You decide to take your love on an adventure. Where do you go?

16) You feel lonely but your companion can’t talk. Do you try to teach them how to communicate?

17) Apes can’t swim. Yet, they see you playing in shallow water. The water isn’t deep and only goes up to your waist at most. Do you invite them in? Do you all end up having a splash-fight?

18) It’s Friday night. That means no council meetings, no hunting, no fighting, no war, no killing, no nothing. You and your human and ape friends know what that means…Party time!!! During the party, you notice your love interest is there. Do you ‘play it cool’ and approach them? Or do you keep rocking out with your friends?

19) Your love is feeling blue. It doesn’t appear to be anything serious, but you don’t like it. What do you do to cheer them up?

20) Your love is having trouble sleeping. You decide to do something sweet and silly for them! Do you sing them a lullaby? Read/tell a bedtime story? Or do you do something else entirely?

21 - 30: Opening Up

21) Your love has always been secretive and extremely hateful towards (other) humans. One night, you confront them about it. Are you prepared to hear about the abuse and torture your love was subjected to?

22) You came from another planet/the past. Everyone you’ve ever known, your friends and your family, are gone. Leaving you homesick for them. You feel all alone in this new, strange world with seemingly no one to talk to or no one who cares. Still, not all apes in this world are ‘human haters’ and the humans here are good listeners. What’s the harm in seeking company from them?

23) Being locked in a cage for so many years does things to a person. It caused you to have depression and anxiety problems, and caused you to fear humans as well as hate them. It’s hard to talk about these things, even if you weren’t the only one to experience it. Sometimes you cry yourself to sleep, thinking about it. One day, another ape approaches you and asks if you’re ok. Do you let them in? Let them be the one to free you from your cage?

24) Your love suffers from PTSD, due to all the abuse and trauma they’ve endured. They have good days and bad days, but it’s never easy. All you can do is be there for them and help them in any way you can. What happens when a particularly bad flashback leaves your love in tears and you holding them as well as crying with them?

25) Your love tells you a secret. A secret so shocking that, if it ever came to light, it could ruin your love’s life. But keeping it a secret is also dangerous, as it threatens their life too. You don’t want to destroy your love’s trust, but there’s no way you can keep this a secret either. What can you do?

26) You lost your parents when you were young. You don’t like talking about it, not even to your own love. What happens when they find an old picture of you and your parents? Do you tell them how you lost them?

27) You have been made to do horrible things. Things that you never want to remember or speak of again. But one day, something from your past resurfaces and your love demands explanation. Do you lie to protect them from the truth? Or tell them everything?

28) There are certain subjects your love noticeably avoids. Mostly its small things: handling knives, refusing to look at blood, covering their ears at loud noises. You don’t think anything of it until one day…What happens that makes you rethink this behavior? Do you try to find out the source of these problems?

29) Ape Law has always been flaky at best. You never gave it much thought and preferred to live about your daily life as if nothing is happening around you at all. Trouble is, your spouse works very closely with Dr. Zaius and the orangutans. It’s normally uneventful, but lately weird things have been occurring in the village and your spouse is either denying that it’s happening or trying to hide it. You’ve never been interested in this subject before, but you cannot ignore that somethings not right. What is your spouse hiding? What do you do to find out what it is?

30) You decide it’s time to profess your feelings to your love and take the step from friends, to lovers. How do you do it?

31 - 40: Marriage

31) You and your partner love each other. You live together, eat and sleep and even go out in the forest and Ape Village together. You want to ask the big question, but you’re so nervous of what the answer will be that you keep putting it off. Your partner finally notices and asks about it. What do you do?

32) You and your partner have been through a lot. You’ve survived a virus, dangerous humans, and your spouse has survived abuse and neglect by them. You have your differences and neither of you are perfect, but you love each other all the same. If they were to ask you to marry them, would you say yes?

33) Despite everything that you have done, your partner still loves you and lets you know that everyday. As much as you feel grateful for them, you can’t help but feel guilty for all you put your partner through during the war and the events leading up to it. You secretly wonder if they also resent you for what you did, like everyone else. So how do you feel when your partner, despite all your mistakes, asks your hand in marriage?

34) It was obvious for years that you two were a couple. The entire village knew of it. Not even Dr. Zaius bats an eye when you two announce your engagement. Problem is you have friends who are apes who you want to invite, but you also have human friends too…This wedding is going to be very interesting.

35) You are ape and your partner is human. Your love is forbidden, and seen as a betrayal to many with both sides outcasting you. Fed up with the constant harassment, your partner decides to leave the village and asks you to go with him-as his spouse. This is a hard choice to make. There’s not much left for you if you stay but leaving would mean you’d have to leave your home, your family and all you’ve ever known behind. Will you say yes and go with him? Or will you stay in the village with a ruined reputation?

36) Due to war, you and your spouse have to be separated. The timing is horrible as you have just gotten married and were just about to settle in as spouse and spouse. You talk to each other as often as you can, but it’s just not the same. Can your marriage survive this long-distance relationship?

37) Being an outcast by your own people is hard. Everyday, you put on a brave face and tell your spouse that you’re ok but they know when you’re lying. They know it’s unfair and awful how the village treats you just because of your species. You think it’s just you who they oppress, but it turns out your spouse is also a target. How does it effect your relationship?

38) Some apes have multiple spouses. There are no laws against it and it isn’t seen as cheating or anything wrong. Still, you weren’t raised with it. Your father only had one spouse, and that was what you wanted. One, and only one, spouse. But you have fallen in love with another ape too. You know you won’t be judged for having two spouses and your current spouse wouldn’t mind either, but do you really want this? Or do you ignore it and stick with what you’ve originally wanted?

39) Your parents are cruel to your spouse. They don’t accept them and constantly tell you that you should leave them. Your in-laws (your spouse’s parents) are the most nicest, most caring people you’ve ever met and you are honored to be part of their family but it also makes you feel horrible about your own parents behavior. On your wedding day, they ruin it by throwing _________ at your spouse and yells at them. This is the last straw. What do you do?

40) It’s your wedding day. The day where fantasy and day dream become reality, and it’s almost mystical. Straight from a storybook. As you and your spouse hold each other, is it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?

41 - 50: Building A Family

41) You want to have kids but your spouse doesn’t want to talk about it. The subject appears to make them angry and depressed. One night, you decide you have to ask. Would you be prepared for what you hear?

42) You and your spouse are unable to have children. One day, you find an abandoned child while at the Market Place. This child is malnourished and appears hungry. Would you Adopt this child? How would your spouse feel?

43) You and your spouse never thought having children together was possible but it turns out, your spouse is pregnant! Are you shocked? Scared? Happy? What about your spouse?

44) Your child is an outcast, due to you and your spouse being a human-ape couple/past choices made by you or your spouse. One day, your child asks what an ‘abomination’ is. What do you tell them?

45) You and your spouse are currently wanted fugitives and your child is being hunted. If you are captured, your child will be murdered. The only way to protect them is to give up your child and then you and your spouse will have to flee. Who do you leave your child with? Do you fully trust them?

46) You and your friends aren’t related by blood, but you are the closest thing to family that you have. You’re all different, some are apes and some are human, but you stick together as if you were all brothers and sisters and you never let anyone, human or apes, hurt you. How far does it go?

47) You and your spouse find out that your child has a birth defect/has health problems. In a post-apocalyptic world, not much can be done to help your child live a normal life. There is also a possibility your child may die. How do you and your spouse cope with this?

48) You now have two children. As you and your spouse watch them play, do you two worry about their futures? More specifically, if they’d be accepted as equals by the apes and by humans?

49) Your spouse is pregnant and it hasn’t been easy. As you talk about it together, you find that both of you are afraid. Not just for weather or not your spouse and the baby will survive the birth, but also the child’s future as a whole. You try to be strong for your spouse, but can you be strong for yourself too?

50) Your spouse is in labor, and it’s worse than you imagined. You’re scared but you’re more concerned for your spouse than anything else. The baby is finally born. How is your spouse? Are they going to be ok? But then, as you look at your child for the first time, what are you feeling?

51 - 60: Problems

51) Your spouse has a history of treachery, deceit, murder, attempted murder and manipulation and is outcasted and disliked by many in the colony. It has also put a strain on your relationship, as it makes it hard to fully trust them. Do you ever talk it out with your spouse? Does your spouse regret their past actions?

52) You do not wish harm on humans, but your spouse does. Its to the point where your spouse wants to kill them all. You love your spouse, but you do not like where this is going. Do you try to reason with them?

53) War has taken it’s toll on your spouse. They no longer seem as confident and powerful as they used to be. In fact, your spouse looks like they’re about to crumble and break before your eyes. One night, they do. They need you to be their strength for the night. How strong can you be for them?

54) You drink your pain away with alcohol. It’s not healthy, but it’s the only thing that gives you peace. You know your spouse hates it, but you’re honestly sick of their nagging. They’ll never understand how bad it hurts. How bad everything hurts…But would you give them the chance?

55) Old mistakes from the past and continued bitterness over them has made their way into your marriage. Now you and your spouse fight constantly, to the point of yelling and shouting at each other, only to end with one of you leaving and slamming the door behind them and the other to go bed to scream into a pillow. Why is this happening? And how can you and your spouse fix it?

56) Your spouse finds out that someone at work has been mistreating you and they are not happy about it. One day, they show at your work place and beats up the guy that had been bullying you. Did you know it was coming? Were you shocked to see it happen?

57) You decide to do a harmless, non-aggravating, prank on your spouse. The prank you have in mind is suppose to be confusing rather than to make it’s victim angry and upset or cause damage. One of those ‘wholesome and innocent’ pranks. You pull the prank and-!…It’s not your spouse you’ve just pranked…It’s your spouse’s mother!!! How do you get out of this awkward situation?!

58) Your spouse has an awful fear of the dark. It’s so bad that they need a nightlight, something to hold and you to be in the bed with them before they fall asleep. One night, they wake you up and say they think someone/something is inside the house/cave. It could be nothing, but do you really want to take that chance?

59) Your child has a friend who is a bad influence on them. This friend is shady, secretive and always has an answer to everything. You have a bad feeling about them but no evidence to prove anything. You talk it out with your spouse and they too feel something isn’t right with this friend. Then one day your child comes home, badly beaten and bleeding. When it becomes known that the friend did it, you decide then and there that you are going to make them pay for this. What do you do?

60) Homosexuality is not uncommon in Ape Society. In fact, it’s almost as common as heterosexuality. You are perfectly fine with this, as some of your ape friends are married to other apes who are the same gender, however you also have human friends find it ‘unnatural’ or ‘disgusting’ or ‘sinful’. You have been very careful to avoid those friends and keeping them from meeting your ape friends but of course, they eventually find each other. The ignorant friends realize they are looking at two male apes kissing and start harassing them, calling them horrible names right in front of you. That’s it, any feeling of friendship you had with these people dies at that moment. How do you intervene? Do you use just words to stop them or do you have to use physical force?

61 - 70: It’s A Matter of Life and Death

61) Your spouse has a disease that could kill them. Thankfully, there is a cure that can save them, but this treatment comes with serious consequences. Would you save your spouse’s life? Do you value their life enough to make sacrifices?

62) Colonel McCullough has kidnapped your spouse! Problem is, he also has the entire colony in the base too! Do you save your spouse first? Or your people?

63) Your spouse and your child are both in serious danger, having been kidnapped by the enemy and are now about to be killed by them/inflicted with a fatal illness. Despite your best efforts, you could only save one of them but not the other. Who do you save? The love of your life? Or your child?

64) Your spouse is an experiment in a laboratory. Every second they are in that cage, their life is at risk. You need a plan but it’s hard to think of one when there’s so little time. What are you feeling? How do you try to rescue them?

65) Your spouse has been acting strange lately. You try to ask them what’s wrong but they wouldn’t say. One night, you catch them with a blade in their hand. You stop them just in time but it leaves you shaking as you now know your spouse has been harming themselves and may have suicidal thoughts. What goes through your mind as you realize this?

66) Your spouse is an addict. One day, you find them passed out and not breathing. You rush to get help, but is it enough to save them? Is it too late?

67) The village has deemed your spouse to be a murderer and a traitor. They were banished and is now locked away forever. But your spouse is innocent. You don’t have proof that they didn’t do it, but the Orangutans don’t have evidence against them either. Suspicious, you do some detective work of your own. No one believes you and Dr. Zaius is determined to silence you, but you don’t care. You’d stop at nothing to save your spouse’s life. But if your spouse is innocent, who is the actual murderer? And what is Dr. Zaius trying to hide from you?

68) Your in-laws died recently. Your spouse tells you that their parents have told them something about the apes history. Something that should have been buried centuries ago. What did your in-laws tell your spouse? How do you console them?

69) Your spouse had a miscarriage. You take it hard. Everyone knew the pregnancy would be difficult, but you never thought this would happen. Your spouse blames themselves despite you telling them it’s not their fault and you both fall into a deep depression…What now?

70) The forest is on fire and your family is trapped inside! You race through the flames, desperately yelling out their names but their voices seem to come from all directions. The smoke is getting heavier, harder to breathe as the air seem less and less. You refuse to give up, you’re either going to save your family or die trying! Do you get burned? And if you do find your family, which one do you save first?

71 - 80: With or Without You

71) Your spouse has started a war. You always knew they hated humans, but never dreamt they’d actually do this. When you find out that your fellow apes are also being threatened, and some have been killed, you confront your spouse. Do you try to stop them? Or is your life also at risk?

72) You are finally getting revenge for all the pain humans caused you. Sure a couple of apes died on the way and a couple of them refuse to follow you, but you see no problem with it. But then, your spouse shows up and demands you stop it. It’s getting on your nerves, and you decide you need to make another choice. Do you love your spouse enough to spare them? Or would you choose revenge over their life?

73) You don’t know what the heck your spouse is thinking. They’ve taken control over the remainder of the colony and now some are dead and others are held captive. Your spouse is talking about killing the queen and they’re convincing other apes to help carry it out. What do you? Get answers from others? Or reason with your spouse and try to stop them before this goes too far?

74) Your spouse has enslaved the entire ape colony. Even Caesar is locked up and chained, reduced to another slave. You know why this is all happening, but it just seems so wrong. So against everything that you stand for and believe in. The more that happens, the more you hate it. Do you go against your spouse’s back and help the apes? Or do you confront them yourself?

75) Your spouse has gone off to exterminate the human race. You can’t stop them, and you both know it. Their hate has made them mad, to the point of no return. Do you say goodbye then and there? And as they leave, for what feels like the last time, what are you thinking and feeling?

76) Your spouse has been banished by the colony for their crimes. As of right now, you’re the only one who still cares about them. Do you go looking for them to join them and start a new life somewhere else with them? Or are you so angry with what they did that you just want to forget about them?

77) Your spouse has joined the enemy and is now seen as a traitor to the colony. How do you feel when you find this out? Are you angry with them? Or do you plan to try to change their mind?

78) You have a chance to go back home. Back to your own world, where humans rule the world. But do you really want to go? And leave behind your new friends here in this ape planet? What does your heart say?

79) You want revenge for the murders of your family but your friends are in the way. To you, they are just waisting your time and slowing you down. You know they mean well and they’re worried for you but it doesn’t make you feel any less angry at them. Do you continue to travel with them? Or do you push them away and go down the rhode of vengeance without them?

80) Your spouse is on the verge of curing a disease that has hurt millions of lives and threatens even more, but is it worth it? Finding this cure means using innocent apes as lab rats and playing with nature…One of the victims trapped in all of this is your spouse’s own adoptive child. Not even they are spared from this. You understand why your spouse is doing this and you know their heart is in the right place, but you cannot agree with any of this. Do you try to convince them to stop? Even if this is wrong, how can you tell then to give up something they have worked so hard on?

81 - 90: I’m Sorry

81) You had no choice. Your spouse has become a monster. You didn’t want to do it, but you had to. It was the only way you, your family, your friends and your colony would be safe. You had to kill your own spouse…How did it come to this?

82) Your spouse has sacrificed themselves so you live. You never asked them to do such a thing, but they did and it seems they would have done it even if you begged them not to. Wrecked with survivor’s guilt, all you can do is cry for your brave spouse. If you had known that day would be the last day you’d be with them again, what would you have said?

83) Being an astronaut came with consequences. You have left your spouse and children behind on Earth, your home planet. All you want now is to see them again one more time and tell them how much you love them and how sorry you are for leaving them. If you had the chance to do just that, would you?

84) You took part in creating the virus that’s whipping out the planet. Everyone is blaming the apes for this, but you know that’s not true. It’s your fault, and the fault of Gen-Sys for doing this. You say your sorry as your spouse and children die before your eyes, but there aren’t enough sorries in the world that can save them. How can you live with yourself now?

85) You really did it this time. You are now a traitor to the colony and will never be able to return to them. You have no one to turn to and no where to go. Worse of all, you’ve left your beloved all alone. Abandoned them. That was never part of your plan and never what you wanted, but your spouse is now paying the price for your treachery. If you got to see them again, what would you say to them? Do you think they’d still love you and forgive you?

86) Your actions cost the lives of several in the colony and has hurt many others. What you regret the most is how much it has hurt your spouse. You never talk about it with them but you see the hurt in their eyes. You used to have a loving and trusting relationship with each other, now it just feels like your spouse has given up on you. How can you show them how sorry you are?

87) You are haunted by the faces of the people who have died because of you. There are too many to name, some are ape and some are human, but they all form this mob of angry ghosts wanting revenge for their murders. You may not have killed all of them, but you did cause their deaths. How can you put these demons to rest? In fact, are these ghosts real? Or are they just figments of your imagination created by your own guilt?

88) You had to do the unthinkable. You had to kill your own loved ones and friends to save your species. The virus that threatens to destroy your very existence is everywhere you look. In the faces of the people you kill, in the eyes of your enemies, and even in some of your own ‘pets’. You are meant to save and protect your species…But in doing so, you are also killing them…Who do say your sorry to? To those you kill? To all who oppose you?…Or to yourself?

89) You and your spouse had a fight. It was a over something stupid and small, but it got ugly really fast and now neither of you are talking. Who started this fight? And how do you make it up to each other?

90) You have an anger problem and it’s caused a lot of problems between you and your spouse and you with your children. It gets particularly bad one day when your oldest lies to you about where they had been. You get into a fight with them and, in a rage, you smack them. Your spouse intervenes and starts a yelling match with you too. It ends with your children avoiding you for the rest of the day and your spouse giving you dirty looks. Is this enough for you to admit you have a problem? Why was your oldest child lying about their whereabouts anyway? How do you try to make amends with them and your spouse?

91 - 100: The End

91) Your spouse is dead. Killed by Caesar for their crimes. Despite the chaos that had just happened, and the impending danger caused by your spouse, do you still mourn for them? Do you give yourself a chance to say goodbye?

92) Your spouse has suffered a fatal wound and is about to die. You have just enough time to speak them one last time. You don’t want them to go and leave you, but there’s nothing you can do. What do you say?

93) You’ve had enough. You’re tired of the bullshit your spouse has started. Your marriage may have been beautiful at first, but now it’s toxic and lethal. Threatening your own life as well as the humans/apes that are imprisoned here. How do you plan to escape?

94) Your spouse has sacrificed themselves/died during the war. Now you’re at the Oasis, the ape’s new home. As much as you miss your spouse and mourn for them every day, you know one day you’ll have to move on. When will that day come?

95) You and your spouse both have the virus. As you lay dying, the two of you stare at each other in silent sadness. All the things you could have done you never did. Your dreams never came to be. As all this goes through your mind, what do you regret the most? The things you never got to do? Or the things you could have done differently but didn’t?

96) You had cancer years earlier, now it’s come back and it’s worse than before. You have been given less than a year. Within that time, what do you want to do? Rekindle old friendships? Spend time with your family members one more time? Tell your spouse how much you love them?

97) It’s not working out. It’s not your fault or your spouse’s, but you just aren’t close anymore. The spark that brought you together has died out and your marriage is falling apart. You both know it’s over, but neither of you want to admit it. What do you say to each other? Are you ready for a divorce?

98) Your spouse is abusive towards you. You don’t know why they do this to you, but overtime they hurt you, your heart breaks a little bit more. Don’t they love you anymore? Finally, you decide it’s over and start thinking about escape. Do you reach out for help? Who do you turn to?

99) It was an accident. Neither of you saw that car/bear as it came after you. Regardless, it has taken your beloved spouse. Now you’re all alone, despite the constant wave of support and sympathy from your friends and family and nearly everyone in the village. Then, you are confronted with the being that caused the accident. How does looking at them make you feel?

100) You and your spouse have lived a long life together. You have survived war and oppression, been part of creating a new era of human and ape-kind and have had children, and now grandchildren. All your hopes and dreams have come true and all is well in the world. The only problem is, you’re both dying. Your old bodies are falling apart, no longer strong enough to fight. The good news is, it will be a peaceful death and you’d died together with the one you love. As you and your spouse lay in your bed, waiting for death to take you, what do you reflect on? If you got live your life a second time, would you do it all again? Would you change anything at all?

#pota #POTA OC #planet of the apes #Rise of the Planet of the Apes #Dawn of the Planet of the Apes #Warfortheplanetoftheapes #prompt #what if this happened #test the relationship #it's basically a create your own adventure thingy #Tim burton's pota #i hope someone likes this #Damn this thing is long! X'D

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“If you’ve been wanting to kiss me so badly,” he started and lifted his head to give Gon a sly smirk. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

Gon’s breathing hitched and his eyes grew impossibly large. For a moment, he seemed too stunned to move.

"Ki-Killua. Are you..." He swallowed thickly. "Do you mean it? Because, I—I don't know if I'll be able to hold back, if you're saying what I think you—“

"Gon." Killua said sharply. He was tired of the word games, of thinking. He wanted Gon to take it all away. He wanted to drown in Gon's warmth. "Kiss me."

Happy holidays! A year later and I’m still writing this thing lol. I had fun writing a whole kissing/make out chapter so I hope everyone enjoys it too. Thank you to @sketchxhunter as always for being so kind and wonderful to me with her chapter art <3

Chapter title: Kiss Me

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Kissing Gon was everything Killua ever wanted, and nothing he’d ever known he needed. Gon's mouth was warm on his, his body even warmer as he pressed Killua flat into the bricks at Killua's back. His hands cupped Killua's face with a mix of gentleness and desperation—just like his kiss. And the strangest thing was that Killua didn't care. He didn’t care that Gon had kissed him without his permission, or was trapping him against the wall with absolutely zero space to breathe or escape. He didn’t want to escape. He just wanted to submit to Gon, to let the other do as he pleased. So Killua returned Gon's kiss with equal passion, the backs of his eyelids painting the world black so he could focus solely on Gon because Gon was everywhere . Killua was lost in a daze of Gon and his lips and skin and body—

But then Gon yanked himself away from Killua, jolting as badly as if he'd been burned, and Killua sucked in a much needed gasp of air. The world was spinning around him and it took a few unsteady breaths before his vision focused. When it did Killua’s eyes landed immediately on Gon, who had turned white as the moon. For a few impossibly long seconds, the pair stared at each other. Killua couldn't tell what Gon was thinking; the Hunter's eyes were huge, and his lips—the lips that had just been hungrily chasing Killua's—were twisted into a thin line. Killua couldn't read him at all, but he so rarely could. Gon was an enigma. He had told himself this many times before, and this moment was no exception. "I—" Gon's brow furrowed in a deep frown as he dropped his gaze to glare down at his sneakers. His voice sounded strangely quiet, but maybe that was just because Killua's ears were filled with the sound of his own thudding heart and heavy breaths. He felt like he'd just run a marathon. Possibly the most exhilarating, incredible marathon of his entire life. "I'm sorry," Gon tried again, sounding genuinely upset and simultaneously tortured. He looked so—so disgusted that something twisted sharply in Killua's chest. What was Gon talking about, why did he have that expression on his face?

"Why are you sorry?" Killua asked. He was impressed how steady his voice sounded despite how weak his knees were at the moment. The kiss—well, the brief make out session—had truly left him breathless and shaking. "I shouldn't have done that." Gon shook his head adamantly. "Not without your consent." Killua blinked once. Then again. Gon was...he was upset because he hadn't asked for Killua's permission? Really? That was it?

Killua’s mouth was moving to form his next question before he had properly thought of how to respond, "...do you regret it?" Gon's head snapped up. The paleness in his cheeks was fading, quickly filling in with the darkness of a blush. "Wh-What?" the Hunter asked. "I said," Killua said, a bit louder this time, and pushed himself off the wall to stand at his full height. "Do you regret it?"

Gon bit his bottom lip. For a moment, Killua almost thought he wasn't going to answer, and that Killua would be left here on the rooftop garden with nothing but a racing heart and a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. "No," Gon said finally and looked directly at Killua with a challenging stare. It was a look that tore the remaining air out of Killua's lungs. "I don't. I was waiting for you to make a move, first—because I didn't want to force myself on you. But then you said that stuff about sticking together no matter what and, and I just—" his hands curled into fists, like he was trying to hold himself back from grabbing Killua again, "—I just couldn't stop myself in time. And for that I really am sorry, Killua." "But,” he continued. “I don't regret it. I couldn't, not even if I tried. I've wanted to kiss you for a long, long time, and I won't lie about that." The confession caused warmth to pool inside Killua’s heart. It overflowed, spreading to the tips of his fingers and all the way down to his feet and Killua’s toes curled as he tried not to smile from the giddy feeling that was swallowing him whole—

He didn't get it. Not really. These intense, raging emotions that Gon could pull out of Killua with a few choice words, or a simple but brilliant grin. This raging and wild desire for Gon Freecss washed away all logic and caution that rose up to greet it. And Killua's attempts to deny it and push it down had only seemed to strengthen its intensity. Or maybe it had grown stronger because Killua knew Gon by now, because Killua had opened up to him like Gon had with him, because Killua had trusted Gon when his back was up against the wall—literally. What Killua felt for Gon was crazy and impulsive and all consuming. And maybe that was why Killua believed it would be okay to indulge in Gon, even if it was only this once. Even if a small part of him felt like he was opening himself up to something he might never recover from. “Killua?” Gon spoke hesitantly and Killua let the corners of his lips curl upwards. “If you’ve been wanting to kiss me so badly,” he started and lifted his head to give Gon a sly smirk. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Gon’s breathing hitched and his eyes grew impossibly large. For a moment, he seemed too stunned to move. "Ki-Killua. Are you..." He swallowed thickly. "Do you mean it? Because, I—I don't know if I'll be able to hold back, if you're saying what I think you—“

"Gon." Killua said sharply. He was tired of the word games, of thinking. He wanted Gon to take it all away. He wanted to drown in Gon's warmth. "Kiss me."

Gon lunged. Killua didn't have the chance to blink before Gon's hands were on his face again, his mouth attacking Killua's fiercely. Killua kissed him back as best he could, clawing at Gon's back before grabbing fistfuls of Gon's spikes and pulling.

Gon let out a low, breathless moan against Killua's lips. His brows were furrowed, but Killua could tell Gon liked that—the stinging tug of his hair. A thrill raced up Killua’s spine and he kissed Gon even harder. Gon didn't waste any time. He quickly crowded Killua back against the wall again, their feet nearly tripling over each other in the rush of it all. This time though Gon wrapped his hands around Killua's legs and hefted him up , pinning and supporting him against the wall with his own strength. Killua didn't hesitate to take the initiative; he wound his legs around Gon's middle as tightly as he could and arched into Gon's chest. The brick was cold and rough against his back, but he didn't care. He wanted to be as close as possible to Gon. He wanted to curve around him until he could forget they were two different pieces and not one whole.

“Killua— “ Gon gasped and Killua kissed the sound off his lips. He'd never heard Gon say his name like that before. All heady and hoarse and tense with pent up desire. Just how long had Gon wanted to kiss him, really? He opened his mouth when Gon’s tongue swiped his bottom lip. He didn't stop to think about how heated this was getting. He didn't want to, not with Gon's tongue in his mouth and gliding across his own. Killua angled his head and Gon pressed into him deeper. Killua could feel every muscled curve of Gon's chest and arms as Gon crushed him even closer. Their kisses were turning messy and sloppy, but that was fine. As long as Killua got to taste Gon—really, really taste him—that was all that mattered. Kissing Gon was great. Killua couldn't get enough of it, and neither could Gon, apparently. The Hunter never let up, never slowed down...it was as if he was hunting Killua himself. It wasn’t until Killua's head was spinning in dizzying circles that Gon finally pulled away. And even then Gon just moved to kiss a frenzied path along Killua's jawline and down the slope of his neck. “ Ah— G-Gon!" Killua panted heavily, clutching the back of Gon's shirt again for something to hold onto. The cool night air felt good against his flushed face, the fairy lights strung across their heads making Gon's brown spikes of hair glow. "Y-You can slow down, y'know..." He felt himself blush darker at the rough sound of his voice. Had Gon's kiss affected him that much? "Hmm." Gon didn't pause. He was trailing kisses and small bites down Killua's throat now, smirking into pale skin whenever Killua let out a small gasp or whimper. "Don't wanna." “Ow.” Killua's nails dug into Gon's shoulder blades after a particularly sharp nip of Gon's teeth. "Careful, idiot!"

"Why?" Gon finally lifted his head and Killua's breath lodged in his throat as he was once again at the mercy of that golden gaze. "I told you I wasn't gonna hold back," Gon said softly. His eyes were strangely intense. It was a look Killua had seen many times before, in both his dreams and reality. This was the first time he thought he knew what it meant.

Gon continued, “I know that didn't hurt you. You're a lot tougher than you act, Killua." Killua glared at him, his hands still holding fistfuls of Gon’s shirt. "Shut up. That doesn't mean I want to look like an octopus attacked me, either." Gon laughed quietly, his breath tickling Killua's face. "Okay. I'll try to be more careful..." He was moving in again, and Killua leaned back until his head rested against the wall. "Why don't I believe you?" he asked, eyes locked Gon's parted lips. Those lips spread in a broad grin. "Because you shouldn't," Gon said smoothly and closed the distance between them again. And just like before, Killua melted into Gon's touch.

An hour or two later, he and Gon were still kissing. Killua was now laying on the mattress Canary and Amane had provided for them, his arms bare after Gon had forcibly tugged his own jacket off Killua's back. His hands had been warm on Killua's skin as he ran his fingers up and down Killua's arms. Killua hadn't even noticed the coldness of the night, not with Gon there to keep his blood racing. Gon's hands felt good running through the soft locks of Killua's silver hair, too. He didn't know why Gon was so obsessed with his hair, but the Hunter hadn't stopped touching it since they started making out. He had wanted to touch Killua's hair back during their sparring session a day or two ago, too—but that felt like years ago, now. It was amazing what a difference a single day could make. Killua turned his head away from Gon's insistent mouth, face scrunching up. "You taste like Chinese food," he whined. Gon looked down at him with a puzzled expression and tilt of his head. "So? You do too—that is what we got for dinner, Killua—" "You taste like spicy Chinese food," Killua interrupted. Gon raised both eyebrows. "You don't like spicy food?" "I'm more of a sweets guy, in case you hadn't noticed." "Huh. Okay."

Gon leaned down to kiss him again and Killua made a startled noise of exclamation against his lips. "G-Gon!" He half-heartedly pushed Gon away, ignoring Gon's whine of disappointment. "What did I just say!" "That you don't like spicy food! But I don't get what that had to do with me." "Why the hell would I want to kiss you if you taste like spice?!" "Cause you like kissing me?" Gon said, sounding confused. Killua struggled to come up with a good response. Gon was right, of course, but he hadn't expected for Gon to know that! "You're such an ass," he finally said and hooked his arms around Gon's neck to smash their lips together again. Gon laughed into his mouth and Killua inwardly rolled his eyes. Stupid Gon and his stupidly kissable face. Their kissing had become less desperate and rough as time had passed. Gon still kissed Killua with a searing want , his hands holding tightly onto Killua as if he would disappear any second. His kisses left Killua breathless and his face tingling. But now, their lips moved together slowly, carefully. Their teeth rarely clacked anymore and now Killua felt like he was floating in a heated haze. He sighed through his nose as Gon's hands wandered along his waistband. Gon's calloused fingers felt nice on his hips, rubbing against his bone and tracing every dip and curve. He didn't fight Gon when the other dared to slide his palms under Killua's shirt and up his chest. Killua was surprised that Gon hadn't ripped his clothes off already, if he was being honest, but he was glad for it all the same. He didn't mind sex, but he just didn't feel the need for it right now. He was thoroughly enjoying kissing Gon, and the small teasing touches that came with it. Anything more passionate could wait. Gon freed Killua's lips to drag his mouth down to Killua's collarbone. There were already a good number of tiny red marks and light scratches decorating Killua's skin, and the hickeys ached in all the right ways. It should be frustrating how easily Gon found Killua's weak spots, but Killua couldn't bring himself to mind too much. Not when Gon was making him feel this blissed out in the process. The Hunter's teeth grazed across Killua's sensitive skin before finding the crook between Killua's neck and shoulder. He bit down without warning and Killua involuntarily let out a choked cry. "Do you like that, Killua?" Gon murmured, sounding far too thrilled at Killua's whine. Killua scrunched up his nose, refusing to answer the question. Not when Gon clearly knew the answer. So he simply tugged on Gon's spikes—earning a nice hiss from the other man in kind—and said, "Don't leave too many marks, idiot. I meant what I said earlier about the octopus thing." "Hm." Killua wasn't sure Gon had properly heard him. But he himself was distracted by a hot tongue gliding over the new bite, the sensation feeling very good despite the slight sting that came with it. "You're really pretty. You know, Killua?" Gon's voice came out muffled as he spoke against Killua's shoulder. He glanced up at Killua's red face, then grinned, apparently satisfied with Killua's flustered reaction. "I—I am not pretty," Killua retorted weakly. "You're just stupid." He lifted his hands to push back the few stray locks that had fallen into Gon's face. He liked the way Gon looked at him, as if Killua was the only person who mattered in the entire world. And he didn't want Gon's hair getting in the way of that gaze, even if it did make him look sort of cute. Gon's responding tone was happy, "That's okay! I don't mind being stupid if I can be with someone as amazing as you." Killua flushed darker. He would never get used to Gon blurting out stuff like that... "You don't believe me." Killua looked back at Gon, only to see the other studying him with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. That hadn't been a question, and the insight with which the statement had been made startled Killua. "I—I, uh—" "Why don't you believe me? It's true. And I know I've told you before. I think you're really, really ama—" "Sh-Shut up!" Killua sputtered out as panic crawled up his throat and he crushed his lips to Gon's again to do exactly that. Gon's mouth vibrated against Killua's as Gon laughed into the kiss. It was obvious that he knew Killua's intention, but he parted his lips to kiss Killua back all the same. His hands were still gliding over Killua's chest, mapping out the muscles there, and Killua shuddered. He couldn't help his reactions; his body responded to Gon before his brain could catch up. "Killua—" Gon mumbled between kisses. His hands squeezed Killua's waist, causing Killua to gasp quietly. "Killua —this, this is okay. Right? You want this too, right?" "Wh-What?" He was too distracted to focus on what Gon was saying, being much more interested in how Gon tasted . Even with the spice, Gon still tasted better than anyone Killua had ever made out with before. "What're you saying? I asked you to kiss me!" "I know! But—" Gon pulled away completely and Killua let out a disappointed moan. He hadn't wanted Gon to stop, dammit! "I mean," Gon panted as he hovered over Killua, his palms pressed to the mattress on either side of Killua's messed silver hair. "I didn't force myself on you, right?" Killua's head was spinning from both a lack of air and confusion. "Why would you ever think that?" "Because, I didn't ask you—" Killua groaned, letting his head land back on the mattress with a thud . "Gon, we talked about this!" "Not really! You never said that this was okay, that I wasn't stepping over the line—" "You were stepping over the line," Killua said and Gon's jaw dropped, eyes flying open wide. "Don't look at me like that, you already know you should have asked me if I was okay with kissing you before all this! But..." He licked his lips. They were swollen from use. "...but it's okay. You didn't. Um. You didn't do anything I wouldn't want to you to do. Alright? So stop moping about it, it's not that big of a deal." Gon had lit up the moment Killua said it was okay. He didn't know if Gon had even heard anything else, the other man was beaming so brightly it was hard to look at him directly. "Okay!" he chirped and pecked Killua's cheek. "Thank you, Killua." "Idiot." Killua shook his head. It was flattering in a way, how much Gon cared about his comforts and opinions. "Does that mean...?" Killua blinked to refocus on Gon's blushing, hesitant face. What was he thinking about now? "Does that mean...?" Killua parroted back. Gon gulped. "D-Does that mean, we're a...um..." Oh. Killua felt himself flush. He was rendered speechless for a good few seconds—because, uh, what? He wanted to kiss Gon. That was undeniable now and probably had been for a long time. He enjoyed Gon's mouth and tongue and hands roaming across his skin and burying in his hair—Killua enjoyed the physical touches, without a doubt. But... Did he want a relationship? With Gon of all people? The Hunter who Killua had demanded leave him and Alluka alone for all eternity once this job was complete? A relationship like that would be a complete and total disaster, and put Alluka at greater risk than ever before. Gon was still staring at him with wide, uncertain eyes. He wasn't going to take the initiative on this one, Killua could tell. He wanted Killua to tell him what he wanted. But Killua didn't know what he wanted from Gon exactly, besides maybe the physical pleasures they'd been indulging in for the past few hours. And what did Gon want in all this? Did he really want to be with Killua, in every aspect? "Killua?" Gon asked timidly. He was still hovering over Killua, the fairy lights from above illuminating his hair and the stars dusting the sky around his head. He looked ethereal, somehow, and the thought made Killua's heart twist sharply. "...I don't know," Killua said finally, honestly. He sounded unnaturally quiet; he sounded small. "I don't know what I want, exactly." That seemed to be the right answer. Gon's anxious expression broke into a relieved smile. "That's okay, Killua," he said and tucked a stray silver lock behind Killua's red-tipped ear. "We don't have to decide anything now, you know? I'm just happy I got to kiss you. And...I'd like to kiss you more, if that's okay with you." Killua stated up at him dumbly. His face was uncomfortably hot. "You mean, like, tonight?" Gon chuckled quietly. "Well, yeah, but I meant in the future." "O-Oh."

'I'm blushing,' Killua realized. Killua was blushing heavily and his stomach was a mess of knots. Gon wanted to kiss him some more. Gon wanted him. And Killua couldn't deny the rush of joy that spread through him at the confession. "So?" Gon asked with a slight smile. Killua let out a short breath, his bangs flopping off his forehead. His heart was galloping. "S-So, that's okay with me. If we, um, keep doing the k-kissing bit." "And the hickey bit?" Gon asked, making Killua want to die.

"And the hickey bit," Killua said through clenched teeth. "The biting bit?" Killua made an exasperated sound. "Isn't that the same thing?" "No, not really! Hickeys you gotta suck, but biting is—" "You don't need to explain it!" Killua said shrilly. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly despite the inner shrieking of his brain. "It's—It's fine, okay,whatever you want to do physically...is fine."

Gon's eyebrows shot up. "Anything, physically?" "Y-Yeah." "So, like..." Killua's face was on fire now. He easily understood Gon's implication. "Yes , Gon. Do I need to spell it out for you?" Gon grinned, the widest and most thrilled smile Killua had seen from the Hunter yet. He looked positively gleeful. "Nope! I'm good with anything you want, Killua." "Okay. Great. I mean, uh." Killua slowly exhaled while Gon continued to smirk down at him, amusement glittering in his gold eyes. "That's, that's good. I'm glad we're on the same page." "Mhm," Gon hummed cheerfully. "And, just so you know, Killua..." He leaned down. Killua tensed, not knowing what Gon was planning and definitely not trusting that sly expression on his freckled face— Gon's mouth brushed the shell of Killua's ear. Killua shivered helplessly as Gon whispered, "If you ever want anything more, just let me know." He pushed away again, leaving behind a stunned and heavily flushed Killua. He winked and Killua scowled through his blush. Stupid, idiotic Gon. Killua still hated how much of an effect Gon had on him. "Let's take it one step at a time, Freecss. You're lucky I'm even letting you do anything at all." Gon laughed, looking unperturbed. "I know! I was really surprised when you kissed me back!" His pleased grin changed into one of thoughtfulness. "I thought you didn't like me at all..." One of Gon's hands had moved, his fingers lightly tracing the features of Killua's face with slow, unhurried movements. His index finger drifted over Killua's high cheekbones, then across his forehead and down his pointed nose. "I surprised myself," Killua admitted as steadily as he could with Gon stroking his face. His skin was warm and tingling wherever Gon touched him. There was a strange feeling swelling in his chest and traveling to his throat, making it hard to breathe. Gon made a thoughtful humming sound. "What changed?" "You kissed me." Gon snickered at that. "That was all it took? Are my kisses that good?" "Don't get cocky, dumbass." Killua punched his shoulder lightly and Gon's laughter grew louder. "I never said I liked you, anyway." Gon's eyes were twinkling. "Yeah, but you basically just admitted you liked kissing me, so..." His fingers clasped Killua's chin, his thumb brushing Killua's bottom lip. Killua's heart raced as he stared up at Gon with baited breath. "I must be doing something right," Gon murmured before claiming Killua's mouth once more. Killua let his eyes flutter shut, his jaw slacking and lips automatically moving to respond to Gon's kiss. Blood roared in his ears, the sound drowning out the faint chirping of crickets and traffic moving about in the distance. Gon's tongue was in his mouth and his hands were on Killua's neck. Gon kissed Killua like it was all he had ever wanted his entire life, and Killua thrived off the intensity of it all. He welcomed the distraction Gon provided. If he was focusing on Gon, he didn't have to think about Kite or Alluka or his family, or whatever hell-like consequences he would soon be facing for getting involved with Gon. For a fleeting moment Killua could forget all that and drown in the pleasure of Gon's body— He squeaked, eyes flying open as he was suddenly flipped. His world spun and when it righted itself, he was leaning on Gon's chest with Gon under him. Gon had a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Killua and Killua glared back. "Warm me next time you do that," he grumbled, shifting so he could brace his legs on either side of Gon's hips. The subtle change in position made Killua aware of the slight bulge in Gon's front—but he was not going to think about that right now, nope. Broad hands grasped his ass and Killua sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes flickered down to Gon's, his face growing increasingly warm, and Gon raised an eyebrow. "This okay?" he asked and gently squeezed Killua's rear. Killua scrunched up his nose at the feeling. It had been a long time since anyone touched him like that. And the hot twist in his gut was quick to inform him that yes,that was so much more than okay. "Y-Yeah," Killua said as his hands curled into Gon's shirt. "It's fine. I told you anything physical, right?" Gon grinned. "I know. I just wanted to make sure." He went back to kneading Killua's ass, a concentrated expression on his face. He looked more flustered than Killua could remember, with scarlet freckled cheeks and glazed golden eyes. Killua couldn't stop himself from curling his hands around Gon's shoulders and kissing him roughly. It was so, so good. Gon's hands on his backside only stoked the slow-burning fire inside him, and Killua's heart skipped a beat as Gon groaned quietly against his lips. He wanted to hear lots of sounds from Gon's lips, every kind of sound Gon could possibly make. Gon tightened his grip suddenly and Killua whined into Gon's mouth. Gon smirked into the kiss, his lips moving in more aggressive, short movements. Desire painted Killua's skin in shades of red and his breaths were shallow between open-mouthed kisses. It was a heated dance between the two of them. The kind that smoothed the tension out from Killua's shoulders and made him melt into the curves of Gon's body. For a few short hours, he could just be Killua and Gon could be Gon. Once the sun rose and the morning sky turned blue—only then would Killua force himself to face the world again. But for tonight, he had Gon.

When Killua woke again, the sound of chirping crickets had been replaced with birds' twittering. Killua blinked his bleary eyes open as he slowly started to awaken. He was sprawled out on the mattress in Amane and Canary's rooftop garden, the blanket a tousled mess across his hips and one leg. There was something heavy nuzzled into his shoulder and the smell of pine tickled his nose. Killua froze, eyes flying open as he recognized the spiked tips of Gon's dark hair. The Hunter's head was shoved into the crook of Killua's neck and his arms were wound tightly around Killua's waist. He was so close that Killua could feel Gon's breath across the base of his throat. For a few seconds, Killua was too shocked to move. Last night came back to him in bits and pieces, in the spicy taste of Gon's lips and the calloused warmth of his hands. Fresh bruises and bites ached and stung across Killua's neck and shoulders, but—to Killua's relief—they ended there. Neither he nor Gon were fully naked and Killua leaned back into the mattress with a long sigh. They hadn't gone further last night. Their clothes had remained on despite the haze of lust that has swept over them like a monsoon. But they had slept together, in the innocent sense of the word. Killua's gaze wandered over Gon. He could spot a few long scratches on Gon's back too—Killua's own version of marking his partner. Gon's hair was a mess from Killua's fists and clawed hands. But he slept peacefully despite the red lines etched into his bronze skin, clinging to Killua like there was no where else in the world he would rather be. Killua swallowed thickly. He had no idea how he was gonna explain this to Alluka. This was never meant to happen; he himself didn't know how he had so quickly submitted to Gon. But there was no denying it had happened. 'And I wouldn't mind it happening again,' Killua admitted privately to himself as his eyes landed on Gon's slightly parted lips. He had more fun with Gon last night than any of his previous lovers, and he hadn't even gone that far with Gon. Hesitantly, Killua raised his hand. He carded his fingers through Gon's hair. His heart was flipping in his chest at the innocent touch. Gon's spikes were softer than he remembered. A quiet sigh escaped Gon's lips and Killua stiffened. He managed to snatch his hand back just as Gon started to wake. "Mmm..." Gon rubbed at his closed eyes with one hand and lifted his head. He stared blankly at Killua's face for a few seconds before recognition filtered into his gaze. Instantly, his expression lit up. "Killua!" he said, sounding genuinely thrilled. "Good morning!" He lurched forward before Killua could do much more than blink, planting a firm kiss on Killua's mouth. Killua felt himself turn pink. "Wh-What was that for?!" Gon grinned, eyes twinkling in the morning light. "It's a good morning kiss, Killua. Good morning!" "You already said that, stupid—" Killua shoved Gon off him and Gon rolled over onto the mattress with a burst of laughter. He didn't seem to mind Killua's attitude; he just sat right back up and beamed. It really should have annoyed Killua how cheerful Gon was in the morning. But all he felt was a small fluttering deep inside his chest. "Are you always like this in the morning?" Killua asked. "Like what?" "Awake." Gon snorted. Instead of answering he just scooted closer, moving closer and closer until he was pressed right up against Killua's side. Killua glared at him, refusing to back down or lean away in case Gon got any ideas that he was intimidated or something stupid like that. "I am if I have someone beautiful to wake up next to," Gon said slyly. Killua bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making any kind of embarrassing sound. He didn't need to egg Gon on any more than he already did. Gon seemed to understand that though with the way his smile widened and Killua decided that was enough— He wanted to make Gon the flustered one, for once. Killua grabbed Gon's cheeks with both hands and yanked him forward. Their mouths crashed roughly in the middle and Gon made a muffled sound of surprise. But by then Killua was already parting his lips and kissing Gon with all the intent and drive of shutting him up.

When Killua pushed Gon away again, Gon looked even more of a mess than he had upon first waking up. His spikes stuck out in all directions, his cheeks stained with a brilliant red blush, and his chest heaved. When he opened his golden eyes, they were heavy-lidded and glazed. He looked like he'd just been kissed senseless, and Killua's chest swelled in pride. Served Gon right for always teasing him. "I'm guessing you're still okay with our agreement then?" Gon asked, his gaze still dazed as he stared at Killua with poorly-concealed longing. "...yeah. I guess so." It wasn't like Killua could really deny it at this point. And to his surprise, he didn't want to; he really did enjoy kissing Gon. Gon hummed happily, like Killua had just confirmed his deepest wish. "Good. I am too." He got off the mattress to stand on shaky legs and stretched up towards the blue sky with a yawn. Killua was rewarded with the sight of a gorgeously sculpted chest as Gon pulled his arms over his head and Killua tried in vain not to stare. Gon had stripped his shirt off when they'd both gotten too exhausted to make out, claiming it was more comfortable to sleep without it, and now Killua was forced to see Gon as he really was: hot. Too hot, almost. It made Killua's heart thump a little bit faster just looking at him. How the hell wasn't Gon already with someone? "You know, I'm kind of surprised you didn't try taking my clothes off last night," Killua said casually as he pushed himself up on his elbows. The mere mention of undressing made him turn a deep shade of pink, but Gon was already half naked without an ounce of shame. It didn't seem to bother him. Gon paused, then threw a bright smile in Killua's direction. "Well, I didn't think it was really necessary! I was just happy I got to kiss you. We can try that another time, if you really want." Killua scowled through his blush. "You sure sound confident about there being another time, Freecss." Gon shrugged, but Killua didn't miss the mischievous glimmer in his gold eyes. "It's not that! I just...don't think last night will be our last time like that together, if you know what I mean. I don't want it to be, at least. And I think you feel the same." Killua sputtered at that. Another wave of heat washed over him, twisting his stomach into tight knots. "Y-You can't just assume something like that, idiot!" "I'm not assuming anything!" Gon said loudly. He found his shirt and started to pull it on, voice coming out muffled from behind the cotton, "I can just tell. Besides you were the one who asked me to kiss you. You wouldn't do something like that with just anyone, and you definitely wouldn't do it if you didn't want me to kiss you more than once." Killua wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Gon he was wrong and laugh because why would he ever want to be with Gon any more that he already had been for the last week—but he couldn't. Because Gon was right. Just like he always was when it came to Killua. Somehow, Gon knew him well enough to correctly guess something Killua would never in a million years admit aloud. How he did it though, Killua had no idea. "Don't press your luck," Killua grumbled finally and pointedly turned away. He heard Gon's low laugh though and knew he hadn't fooled Gon one bit. But then again, when had he ever? Gon had a way of seeing straight through him. It was infuriating. Buzzzzzz! Buzz! Buzz! They both jumped at the unexpected noise. Killua looked around for his phone, heart leaping into his mouth, because what if that was Alluka, what if something had happened— "It's mine," Gon said loudly and Killua turned to see Gon holding up his phone, the screen flashing. The tension drained out of him and he sighed as Gon gave him a small smile. "Hi?" Gon said to the speaker. As Killua watched, Gon's expression turned puzzled. Then, all at once, his face turned white and his eyes grew large. The air in Killua's lungs vanished in an instant. "What?" Gon demanded and Killua rushed to throw the blanket off and scramble to his feet. "Why would you—okay, okay, I get it. Are you all safe, at least?" "What happened?" Killua hissed. Blood roared in his ears as Gon frowned at him. "Is Alluka alright?!" Gon turned back to the phone. "Is Alluka okay?" The person on the other end of the line made an annoyed sound Killua could hear even without having the phone to his ear. Gon winced, pulling it back a little. "Sorry," Gon mumbled once the other person had stopped yelling. "I just wanted to make sure, that's all! Are you still there?" He paused, listening intently. Killua waited with baited breath and a rapidly beating heart. "Okay," Gon said finally. "Yeah, that's fine. We'll deal with it when we get there. Don't worry. I'll let you know when we arrive." He hung up and Killua didn't waste any time getting in his face. "What happened?" he growled. Gon rubbed the back of his head, lips twisting. "Well. It seems someone was trailing you, because some strangers showed up at the hideout." Gon's explanation did nothing to calm Killua. "And?" "And they're fine." Gon placed his hands on Killua's shoulders and squeezed. "They're all fine, Killua. Including Alluka. She recognized something was wrong before those people showed up and they all got out in time." Killua sagged. Thank god. He didn't know what he would've done if something happened to Alluka while he was away. Logically, he knew Alluka could take care of herself, but still... "And where are they now?" he asked, lifting his head to look at Gon again. Gon smiled, but it wasn't his usual radiant grin. This smile was tight, uneasy. "Well. Um. That's the thing." Killua's blood spiked again. "What thing?" "They're..." Gon took a deep breath. "They're in Hunter's Headquarters. Back in blank." Shock jolted through Killua. "Wh-What? You have something like that?" Gon nodded. "It was the safest place my friends could think to go. No one knows about it but Hunters." "Will it be a problem that Alluka and I are there, then?" "No!" Gon's brow puckered. "I don't think so, at least." Killua grit his teeth. "Gon—" "It'll be okay, Killua!" He squeezed Killua's shoulders again, and the determined look in his eyes blazed so strongly that Killua almost believed him. "Trust me! We're gonna talk to the top guys and they'll understand." "And if they don't?" Killua asked, stress easing its way to every part of his body. "They will. I won't let you down." Gon stared at him, not blinking or wavering, his fingers digging into Killua so tightly it almost hurt. It was like he was trying to will Killua into understanding—and believing—and Killua... Killua had decided to trust Gon. So he would. "Okay," Killua said after a pause and Gon's beam returned in full. "Fine. I'll trust you. But we have to get back now." "Absolutely!" Gon was already rushing around their space on the garden rooftop, grabbing their backpacks and scattered clothes. He tossed Killua's hat and his own jacket in Killua's direction and Killua yelped, almost dropping them both in his surprise. He struggled to put them on as Gon finished gathering up the last of their things. "Okay—ready?" Gon held out his hand to Killua, that fire still gleaming in his eyes. Killua looked down at Gon's hand, then back up at Gon's face. 'I trust you,' he thought and slid his hand into Gon's. "Let's go," he said aloud and Gon grinned. He dragged Killua off through the garden and towards the door, and Killua followed without hesitation.

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so I had a season 2b/3 predictions post in my drafts that’s been sitting there since the bar mitzvah episode but now that so many Things have happened I feel like I kinda need to redo it. funnily enough I predicted juffy (but it was one-sided), ham having a midlife crisis (although the midlife crisis was linked to ham having a health scare that caused him to try to ‘live every day like its his last’ and not ham being so Done with his family that he just leaves them for india) and the post also mentions tyrus and g*briel coming back (neither have been been confirmed yet but they’re very likely) so! here’s my New and Improved list of Season 3 Predictions/Ideas:

[Disclaimer: I doubt a lot of this will happen bc my mind automatically goes for the most melodramatic scenario. This is still disney channel and they’re too cowardly to go thru with like half of this tbh. also tw for minor abuse mention!]

The G*briel Plot

-g*be comes back and reminds bex of “””why she can never marry anyone””” just as bowie is about to bring up maybe getting back together again. the reason why they shot a wedding scene and the whole green screen thing is bc bex has a nightmare about marrying bowie but then everyone’s heads turn into gabe’s. the following is literally copy and pasted from the first post and tbh I don’t think things will happen this way anymore (I originally thought miranda wasn’t going to be a snake and that her and bowie would get married, leading bex to run back to g*briel so andi could have a father figure in her life again) but it’s still a p interesting plot I think so: g*be’s an abusive asshole. it’s still disney so I doubt they’d show that much but like…he’s very manipulative and he kisses bex really hard all the time in front of everyone and he’s super possessive, etc. he gives bex the silent treatment every time she hangs out with bowie and thus the whole “ask if they’re mad 3 times” thing and on the third time he always yells at her in front of andi. andi notices all of this and tells bowie but bowie thinks she’s just saying that to break bex/gabe up so she can get back with bowie. that is until he witnesses the tomfoolery himself when the couples are on a double date so bowie takes her aside and starts questioning her but bex lies and this whole ugly thing continues on for several episodes until bex and satan have one last fight that goes too far (he says something about andi probably) thats about to get physical and andi strolls in w/ a phone in her hand like 91 fucking 1 bitch. pack your bags ur going home rat! and he’s finally gone and andi tells bex that she doesn’t need another dad if it means bex puts herself thru that kinda torture. and they have another closure ceremony <3

The Divorce Plot

-ham decides to permanently travel the world. he probably comes back for an episode to get cece to sign them divorce papers. this starts a huge plotline that will probably get ignored after 2 episodes lbr here but we finally see cece SNAP bc the way she’s been behaving lately has definitely been leading up to that

-bex is going off the rails at this. she starts slacking at work and the business that caused the rift in her parents’ marriage in the first place is starting to fall apart. the light bill is going unpaid and bex is crumbling. she doesn’t want anyone to know so she makes andi stay at cece’s while she’s living in darkness. bowie visits one day and is like “tf happened to the lights” and bex has a breakdown. she tells him everything and bowie comforts her and offers to help (how? who the hell knows!). bex is so touched that she admits to having feelings for bowie still. bowie turns her down tho bc she’s in a rly emotional state and doesn’t want to take advantage of her.

-andi eventually finds out what’s been going on and tells cece. cece is the last person bex wanted to know about cloud ten struggling, as cloud ten was the only thing keeping cece sane. they eventually have a heart-to-heart and bex/andi encourage cece to get some closure from ham

The Wandi Plot/Death of Jandi

-wandi rises. they resolve to just be friends at the end of season 2 but after a lot of things that I’ll mention later, andi realizes walker was the one for her :’). they paint a mural alongside cloud ten and cece makes some offhand comment about them becoming a painting duo, which they LOVE. they go around the town offering to paint on the walls of local businesses and it’s rly cute. god can you imagine the montages?? andi is in puppy love however we have like 5 episodes of her despairing over if walker even LIKES her anymore after months of just being friends. the roles are reversed and she’s the one doing all these things to get his attention. bc he’s not an oblivious Fool like jonah, walker picks up on this relatively fast and wandi is official!!

-that leads us to what will come of jandi? they perish of course. andi starts getting jealous of jonah hanging out with all these high school girls and naturally there’s more and more miscommunication and jonah whines about her friendship with walker etc etc etc just break up already god. andi eventually realizes that she’s just not feeling it and she puts her foot down to bex that he’s just not right for her!! bc tbh at this point the only reason she still fw jonah is bc of bex’s constant encouragement

The Tyrus Plot

-tyrus happens obviously. if we ever actually get a real apology from tj (which I’m doubting at this point lol) this can happen smoothly. I kinda imagine tj trying to teach cyrus how to swim (swimming is definitely on cyrus’ list of things he can’t do) and the first time it happens tj is SO sure cyrus will be able to do it that he lets him go out on the deep end on his own and uh lmao ya boi almost drowns. buffy’s there and she saves him and she tells tj to stay away from cy bc hello he could’ve McDied and tj, crushed over the fact that cyrus could’ve met a watery grave, actually does what she says. cyrus tells buffy that it was his dumbass decision to go on the deep end tho, and tj didn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to do, so buffy relents. cyrus practices by himself and makes it his goal to learn how to swim in order to impress tj. he invites tj to the neighborhood pool one day as a surprise and he just like...cannonballs into the deep end (but he’s STILL not ready) and again almost fucking dies. tj saves him and he starts yelling at him a la titanic (”you’re SO stupid rose why’d ya do that huh???”) and then tj lets it slip that he would’ve mcfreaking lost it if something ever happened to cyrus bc “you mean a lot to me underdog” or w/e and during this whole rant cyrus realizes that he’s floating!! and he’s like yes bitch i did it im swimming! and tj’s so happy for him that he kisses him and cyrus almost drowns again from shock but it’s all good lol. maybe tj avoids him for a bit after the kiss bc cyrus’ reaction seemed like a rejection, but it wasn’t cyrus was honestly just shook to the core.

-cyrus lets tj know that he likes him too and they start dating. they definitely keep it a secret from the ghc for a while, probably until the midseason finale. maybe jonah finds out first and that’s how cyrus comes out to him and tells him that he used to have a crush on him too. jonah is flattered and cool w/ it. anyway at first tj doesn’t like going on rly public dates with cyrus, not bc he’s ashamed of him or anything, but bc he doesn’t want anyone to make fun of cyrus (he can take ugly remarks but he’d hulk out if anyone touched a hair on cyrus’ head). cyrus doesn’t care tho and the one time they go on a date, some kids from tj’s school (he’d be in high school by season 3 right?) start messing with them. tj does in fact hulk out but only when one of the demons says something about cyrus. cyrus hauls tj off the creep and they talk in private about not wanting to live in fear but also not wanting to get harassed everywhere they go. when cy tells andi, she tells them that maybe they’d be safer if they went on double dates with her and walker, and so that’s a thing and its cute

The Juffy Plot

-anyway by the season 3b, both wandi and tyrus are thriving. they all hang out a lot leaving buffy to feel like a fifth wheel. she hides it tho bc does she ever express her feelings? she soon finds out that jonah is feeling the same way, and he thinks andi and cyrus don’t rly want to hang out with him anymore. buffy starts inviting jonah to all their outings and anytime the two couples are on a double date or something, buffy and jonah decide to do something else together on their own. cyrus takes note of this and tries to push buffy to ask jonah out since they’re practically dating already but she refuses bc he’s still andi’s ex and that violates girl code or w/e.

-she goes to bex for advice! but she uses a hypothetical situation instead and changes names. bex, unaware that she’s telling buffy to go after her daughter’s ex, tells her to follow her heart but keep it a secret. meanwhile, jonah is slowly but surely realizing his feelings for buffy, and goes to bowie for advice. bc jonah’s a fool, he doesn’t know buffy has any feelings for him whatsoever, and he asks bowie how he can make her see him That Way. bowie, recycling ideas, tells him to perform a song for her but to do it as if he was just practicing and wanted to see if she thought it was a good song. jonah also doesn’t tell bowie that this is all for buffy lol.

-so jonah invites buffy to the record store to hang out while wandi and tyrus are doing wandi and tyrus things. he plays some song for her (chemistry perhaps?? i still haven’t heard it yet but if its as good as y’all say...) and buffy is all heart eyes!! until she assumes that he wrote that song for another girl. there’s more unnecessary tiptoeing and drama for an episode until jonah notices that there’s something Up with buffy (she started avoiding him) and demands to know what’s going on. she doesn’t feel like talking about fEeLiNgS so instead he challenges her to arm wrestle. if she wins, she has to fess up. buffy’s like “um?? so all I have to do is let you win” but jonah’s like “like you would ever do that lmao”. she almost lets him win but bc he starts taunting she slams his mf arm into the table!! she fesses up and jonah’s like :D bc duh bitch that song was for you this whole time. they keep it a secret bc of bex’s foolish advice but eventually cyrus finds out and tells them to tell andi. andi’s upset at first but she gets over it. the three couples live in harmony

The High School Plot

-we see more of the high school now that jonah (and tj?? unless he has to repeat a grade which is seeming likely actually) are there. jonah, who’s used to being the big man on campus, gets bullied for liking frisbee so much and is shamed into doing a “real sport” instead. he hates it and is miserable. he puts on a good face for the ghc bc he doesn’t want them to know he’s struggling. it eventually all comes crashing down when he has another panic attack (the first one in a while after starting therapy WHICH HE BETTER). also we get a look at his home life, I hc that he’s adopted and has a lot of foster siblings that have a lot of their own issues, so he constantly downplays his own bc he doesn’t want to be a “burden” and be abandoned again

-amber becomes a part of the crew and hopefully maybe just maybe is a lesbian. she starts hanging out with a bunch of sapphic baddies. she and jonah become friends and they help each other with their respective mental illnesses

-through jonah, buffy makes friends with the high school track lesbians <3 they adopt her. one of them tho is Evil and is jealous that some middle schooler is getting all of this attention from the captain so she tries to break buffy’s fucking leg akjhskjdhds I told y’all this was melodramatic

das it. disney you can send my paycheck to [redacted] within 10-12 business days.

#andi mack #disney PLS let me write ONE episode I keep asking and yet I receive nothing in return #tyrus #all i do is work and churn out plots for a tv show i never will be able to work on #long post

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 7 years

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Hey baby! I was thinking about my favorite scenes/lines from my favorite fics and got to wondering what scenes/lines stood out to the people who wrote them. Lolol. What would you say are your top 10 favorite bits from your fics? Gimme the scoop. ❤❤

YOU SENT IT ANYWAY DAMN YOU 😂😂😂

And does it have to be ten?!

Okay omg i’ll try to go through them and pick something decent? (nope, just picking at random lmao)

1) In Your Arms, Rests My World:

“Nobody else is ever going to touch you again,” he promises fiercely. “I’ll kill the next one, I swear to God.”

Malfoy gasps. “Potter! Oh, Merlin.” He grabs Harry’s hair roughly, half sitting up in his urgency to kiss him. “Say more things like that.”

“You’re mine,” Harry says immediately, pushes him back down and kisses him again. “Never letting you go again.” He bites along Malfoy’s clenched jaw. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Malfoy assents fervently, nipping his earlobe. “You fucking wanker. All yours, only yours. Who else’s would I be?!”

“I’ll kill them all,” Harry hisses into his shoulder, and Malfoy keens softly. “Every last one.”

“Promise me,” he implores. “I swear I’ll fucking murder you in your sleep, Potter-”

“I’ll kill them all,” Harry grits through bared teeth. “I promise I’ll die before I let anything happen to you again. I promise, I fucking promise.”

Why this bit: IDK I felt like this bit was really satisfying after all the angst and shit - plus I love me a possessive/protective Harry so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2) Muggle ‘Drug Store’ Items:

Harry groans, throwing an arm over his eyes as Malfoy straddles his thighs with an excited grin, tugging Harry’s jeans halfway down, before rolling down his pants as well, Harry’s cock bouncing out eagerly to slap against his tanned belly.

“Oh, look, you’re all ready,” Malfoy comments happily, before leaning forward. “Wait, this doesn’t have a hole.” He pauses, holding the condom right in front of his nose, eyes crossing as he peers closely.

“You should call the manufacturers and leave that as feedback, it’d make their day,” Harry says, his voice rough, staring fixedly at the bulge in Malfoy’s snug black underpants. “Take your pants off and come sit on my face.”

“Wait.” Malfoy rolls his eyes, and jumps off the bed, returning with his wand. “I’m going to make a hole in it.”

“Why the hell, you weirdo?” Harry laughs despite himself.

“How else am I supposed to swallow?” Malfoy asks flatly and Harry chokes shut on his laugh.

Why this bit: LOL cause only Draco can buy contraceptives and then proceed to make holes in them and that’s fucking hilarious idk

3) To Those Who Wait:

It had helped that, along the way, I’d become reacquainted with the boy whom I’d hated for most of my childhood, who then, miraculously enough, turned out to be my soulmate.Yes, I know, I’m actually using the word soulmate. Like I said, I’m a practical man.

Later, we leave the windows open to coax in some of the cool, salt laden night breeze, Harry moving over me in patient, torturously slow undulations, his cock brushing my prostate every now and then in a teasing flick, my heels digging into his firm arse cheeks, my mouth gasping open under his.

“Harry,” I whisper, cradling his face with both hands, letting my lips flutter over his skin. “Please…”

“You’re my whole world,” he says abruptly, soft and breathless. “Did you know that?”

I can’t help but smile. “I had a vague inkling,” I tease gently and I kiss his laughing mouth, moaning softly as he picks up the pace.

Why this bit: Well, TBF, I picked two bits, but that’s only cause I can’t pick the whole fic (or at least the whole epilogue). Yeah, this one’s pretty close to my heart.

4) What Real Thing?:

“He has to go,” Draco repeats more vehemently. “It’s too late now– I can’t– He has to go.”

“Right.”

“I don’t even like him,” he repeats, his lip curled derisively. “I hate him, really.”

“No, you don’t,” she says quietly.

“No, I don’t,” he whispers miserably, staring into his hands.

Why this bit: Cause Draco admitting he doesn’t hate Harry is fucking precious?

5) Good Talk, Potter:

About seven pairs of eyes instantly swivelled onto me and I was quietly grateful for having worn my best shirt, I look fucking fabulous in this thing.

“Fuck you, ferret face.” Weasley’s ears still did that thing where they turned beet red and looked like they’d sizzle off his stupid head.

“Such a delight, aren’t you?” I’d smiled sweetly, still not looking at the man sitting half a foot to my left, smelling like aftershave and worn leather, looking up at me with eyes that are greener than the Malfoy grounds in spring.

Ugh, now I’m speaking in poetry?

Well, I’ve had one too many whiskeys and my thoughts tend to atrophy into doggerel by this stage – you’re not exactly the Bard of Avon yourself, let me see you come up with a decent verse or two when you’re tiddly.

Do you want me to go on or not?

Why this bit: Cause Draco ranting = endless entertainment lolol

6) Trouble:

“I actually wanted to ask you that very evening–” Potter speaks in a mumble. “–but the probability of you chucking a chair at my head was rather high, so I decided otherwise.”

“Ask me what?” Draco asks impatiently when the man doesn’t continue.

“Do you think–?” Potter scratches his ear, restlessly kicking at a stone near his foot. “Could you maybe–?” He looks rather irritated with himself so Draco purses his lips on a smile and waits, tucking his thumbs into his pockets and turning to face the man properly. “May I have my number? I mean–” He looks rather alarmed as he hurries to correct himself and Draco could feel sudden laughter bubbling up inside him. “–would you give me my number?” He looks downright horrified now and Draco has to inconspicuously bring one hand up to his mouth to hide his grin. “Your number,” Potter sighs resignedly. “May I have your number?” he finally manages to say, hanging his head and looking miserable.

Draco bursts out laughing then, although his belly is suddenly filled by a swarm of manic butterflies and his heart thuds excitedly.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Potter growls irascibly under his breath.

Why this bit: Cause Harry’s a fucking dork after being an evil, sexy little shit earlier in the fic and it’s really satisfying lol

7) Kiss The Light Back Into Me:

Harry likes to hold his hand a lot. His hands are perennially warm and when they’re wrapped around Draco’s fingers, he feels like he’ll never be cold again.

Harry’s mouth is soft and warm and his kisses are long and patient. He pins Draco to himself and kisses him like it’s his absolute favourite thing to do.

Well, it’s Draco’s favourite thing anyway.

He loves Draco’s hair and plays with it when he thinks Draco is asleep. Draco pretends to be asleep a lot.

Why this bit: Cause fluffeh goodness?

8) Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive:

I know what you’re thinking; Draco Malfoy, proud Slytherin, Senior Undersecretary to the Head of International Magical Cooperation, blond perfection, never one to follow the herd, hardly the type to be swayed by superficial things like the girth and length of objects, even less when said objects are attached to strangely handsome wizards, especially wizards who just happened to have saved and liberated the wizarding world before turning twenty even.

Draco Malfoy, twenty-seven and pretty darn attractive (if you ask me), who absolutely, definitely, almost certainly, probably didn’t, maybe did have a infinitesimal, itsy-bitsy, fair sized, shamefully gigantic, likely unhealthy crush on the aforementioned wizard.

Draco Malfoy who is also a sucker (occasionally, a downright slut) for sizeable cocks.

Oh, sue me, you judgemental, sanctimonious wretch. And go get a haircut.

I’m the one he eventually admits to being in love with, the words whispered reverently into my forehead, calloused hands tenderly cupping my face, his eyes soft and honest; and I’m the one he asks to move in with him six months later (golly!). I’m the one he makes breakfast for everyday, and I’m the one for whom he wakes up early on Saturdays to go buy fresh-from-the-oven pain au chocolat from that French place in Mayfair. It’s myface he sees and kisses first thing every morning and I’m the one he falls asleep pressed against every damn night.

Me, the luckiest fucking size queen alive.

Why this bit: Two bits, again; still have a dozen more fav bits. Also, Draco rants quite a bit in this one too lolol it was really hard to pick

9) (Un)Calculated Risk:

“Happy birthday,” Harry whispered, grabbing Draco’s hand where it lay on his cheek and then pressing something into it. Draco’s fingers closed around the Snitch and he looked back up at Harry with a soft snort. “I keep my promises.” Harry winked.

And with another kiss to Draco’s wryly grinning mouth, he was zooming away, leaving Draco there with the winning Snitch and jauntily flying away with his heart.

Why this bit: Cause Harry being a smooth, romantic AF fucker gives me life.

10) Hurt Me, Fuck Me (Just Don’t Hate Me):

“Fuck, Malfoy,” Potter pants into his neck.

“You just did,” Draco drawls, his balls quopping with the need to come. “Eat me out,” he tells Potter, and lifts his knees up to his shoulders as Potter more than amiably slithers down and obliges.

Why this bit: Because @bixgirl1 would’ve brought the roof down if I’d picked any other bit

Bonus (even tho like literally nobody asked for it and I whinged about doing the first ten):

11) Just Go With It:

“Challenge accepted.” Harry sat up, kicking the covers off himself vigorously and accidentally catching Baguette with one heel. “Shit, Baguette, I’m so sorry!”

“What the fuck, Potter? Why do you keep yelling at a loaf of bread?!”

“It’s not—it’s my pet ferret! I accidentally kicked her.”

“…You have a pet ferret?”

Harry hurriedly tamped down a laugh. “Y-yeah, her name’s Baguette.”

“Why?!”

“Why do I have a pet ferret, or why is she named Baguette?”

“All of it! Why?!”

Why this bit: Because when @o0o-chibaken-o0o suggested I name the ferret Baguette, I didn’t realise what a celebrity that sassy little furry’s going to become. But she did! Plus, they have phone sex right after this bit, so.

12) All The Sense In The World:

“I take it you’ve spotted my arsehole by now,” Malfoy bit out. “So go ahead and put one finger in, Potter.” Harry blinked and looked around, registering the instruction at last.

“W-with the lube, right?” he blurted uncertainly. Malfoy pursed his lips.

“No, Potter, the lube is just for moral support – to sit there in your hand in case you need something to hold—yes, with the lube!”

Why this bit: It wasn’t until a number of readers pointed out this bit as being funny that I realised it too because Draco is such a salty bitch even when he’s seconds away from having his arse fingered open lmao

(I feel like I’ve let down my other works now D:)

THIS TOOK WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I ENJOYED IT WAY MORE THAN I INTENDED TO DAMN YOU @bixgirl1 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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survivor-tierradelfuego · 4 years

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Ep. 11: “Do you all think I am just floating over here with no one?” - Aimee

Amy A

Ben ☹️. I didn’t play too well with him and it was such a good blindside I couldn’t resist. I wish him well and I just have a feeling I’m next to go

Olivia A

Okay umm we got Ben out but it turns out Kalle gave me a real idol? So I feel weird. The reason we began suspecting her of lying was because Hanuha people knew about Maddison’s safety without power advantage and Kalle was literally the only person who could’ve told them. IDK!!

Aimee

I’m just so tired of crying! Sarah tried to video chat and I just couldn’t. No one knew I don’t think that Ben and I were so close. Gaaaaah I’m gonna miss him so much! He just helped me so much to stay sane in this game. The last thing I need is anyone seeing me as a big hot mess. I can’t catch a break.

Sarah

From two nights ago.... https://youtu.be/uebz8rVKNbg https://youtu.be/xQyiuiGeEpo

Pedro A

when i actually thought i was at the bottom........THERES EVEN A LOWER BOTTOM...THAT IM IN RIGHT NOW......chille ben screwed us BIG TIME....we were in a great spot..i dont even know what to say at this point

Sarah

Wow. Okay. I didn’t want to be a villain but here we are. I will post a video confessional soon but for now, the plan to vote out Ben actually worked. I called Maddison last minute and explained that Ben and Kalle were tight and were all over the place, playing both sides. Maddison found out that Kalle was a rat and was not being completely truthful and we both agreed on voting Kalle or Ben. We agreed on Ben because we thought Kalle was going to play her idol on herself.... turns out Ben was telling the truth in voting out Kalle to old Hanuha and Kalle actually gave Olivia a real idol. More to come... but for now I feel like a villain ahhh.

Kalle N.

Well I said that my only goal was to make jury and not go to the FTC so it looks like Ben really helped me achieve that. THAT FOOL REALLY FUCKED ME OVER ON HIS WAY OUT THE DOOR. This is fine. I will never let him forget that I've beaten him twice now and that's all that matters. Did not see this tribal coming at all. Can't wait to get voted out next

Najwah

If I learned anything today is that we tend to read in and over think and make up scenarios in our head. Ben was actually on our side all along? Who would have thought. All the bits and pieces he told us today just didn't add up and Cody said he was different and everyone was just quiet and Ben didn't talk in the group, he spoke to people individually. I don't really understand what just happened but we wasted so much energy speculating lmao. And now where the hell do we go from here? Cody has become so paranoid also. The minute Ben told him that those people will be writing his name he became soooo paranoid wtf. Then he WASTED an advantage and idol at tribal? Just bc he still didn't trust the plan. I'm starting to think that Cody just can't trust anyone or any process. I really think he needs to chill more. Be more low key. Just try to be calm. If you get voted out, it's not like you're going to die or something. It's just a game after all.

Aimee

Apparently tribe was getting too suspicious of how Ben and Kalle were so close. I still don’t get why I had to be left out of the vote though? Why can’t I get the respect to be told what is happening before the vote, so I have time to process my emotions and have my stuff together a little. https://immunityilol.tumblr.com/post/617448854807298048 Instead I get nothing. I get a call from Sarah right after Ben is voted out. Obviously I can’t answer it because I’m crying and no one knew I was super close to Ben. I’m just so angry right now first Grae now Ben! IS MADDISON NEXT!? FUCK! Like Gah I’m afraid to get close to anyone. But I just love getting to know people. I finally got to video chat with Maddison. Fucking loved it! She is great to talk to and great to have on this crazy skype isolation island. I need some interaction and realness right now. Ok I’m totally drinking. It’s hard enough to process all this nonsense sober. We will see what the next day brings.

Aimee

Sarah I really don’t want us to end up like this Casanova music video. 😢💔 I guess everyone wants to blindside Aimee as a treat. I hope people got their jollies out of it. 🌟 Allie X - Casanova feat VÉRITÉ https://youtu.be/YpVunjboAWg

Sarah

From last night.... https://youtu.be/EirlyVVXDKk

Sarah

Day 21 https://youtu.be/aYiGStuSKDA

Pedro A

Im afraid Kalle will throw me under the bus...just to stay this week cause shes on the bottom....and im also afraid that maddison and olivia will try to convince kalle to vote me out...instead ....since they are coming for me ...GOSHHH..i hate my life...i need immunity...CAN I LIKE HAVE IT?

Pedro A

okay so im excited to see everyone's answers to this challenge...THIS WILL BE INTERESTING...it will reveal a lot of people real thoughts ..IM READY FOR TEAAAA YALL

Najwah

I enjoyed my day today. I think it's the first time I was fully in the real world in 22 days. I'm playing a reckless game right now. There are so many layers in this game but after last night's tribal and learning that Ben was being legit, I just feel bad. I love Cody but he's definitely a loose cannon and can't play low key. Which is definitely bad for my game. He and Sarah are trying to push me into getting Amy on our side, but our relationship just isn't like that. I don't want to make her feel used. I like her. I really like her a lot. I like Sarah too. And Cody. I want to be friends with all these people IRL lol so I don't want to play against them or lie to them. This game just gets harder every time someone gets voted off tbh but I'm at the point where I feel like "if my plan works, then great", "if it doesn't, then whatever. I get to chill on panderosa and get to sleep more and actually spend time with my family and friends who I've been avoiding since this started lmao" Also, I'd be able to work again. I haven't got much work done urgh. I don't know whether my super idol is real. I'm curious to see what tonight's challenge will reveal. I am not going in with any syrategy

Cody wants to go for Kalle and Pedro coz they voted for him? I don't know, I think that's kinda silly and I'm not about revenge. You have to think rationally. And we have made a few irrational choices of late because people read into things. I still wish Ben hadn't told Cody that everyone was voting for him. That's how so much of yesterday's shit started. I have been so tired since yesterday. Tired of the scheming and overthinking and being paranoid over nothing urgh. Aimee also wants to call me after the challenge. I'm kinda scared tbh. I had a dream last night that Aimee killed me lmao this game is haunting me and giving me nightmares. Honestly, I'd be okay if anyone left wins this game. Okay except Kalle. She's the only one I've not interacted with and she just seems dodge idk. Maybe I'm still thinking about Zack's stupid analysis on people. Anyways.

Najwah

I'm happy for Maddison tbh. She deserved that. I just want to scream about Cody though? Why did Cody chop Aimee? Wtf. And that made Aimee chop Sarah before she chopped Amy or Maddison. I'm so confused. Ugh.

Maddison

Apparently I don’t know much about this tribe. Yeet!

Pedro A

Villan of the season?....im honored...but bitter jury?...i didnt like that one..lol

Aimee

I chopped Pedro for Grae.

I chopped Olivia and haha sorry I got so nervous on here that I just chopped the final chop, even though that was savage as hell... I called her a goat and then chopped her right out of the game. Oops hahahahaha. When I watch this challenge back I look like the C word with a capital C.... And that word isn’t “cartwheel.” I chopped Sarah for the Ben blindside. I chopped Amy for my mental health. I can’t lose Maddison! I’m so sick of being tortured that I truly am running out of fucks tbh. Just chop anyone, whatever. Why do I care...

Aimee

Ohhhh Najwah!!!! Don’t worry about not telling me about the vote or accidentally calling me a goat because you didn’t know the meaning. I think I would make a cute goat. https://nunyabizni.tumblr.com/post/615593098008035328 Love that you think I’m actually “the Greatest of All Time.” I adore you and our friendship 💖❤️💞 luv you girl!!! I know you’re truly being genuine unlike others. I’m waiting for this game to tip in our favor so we can run with it. https://youtu.be/TGwZ7MNtBFU This MV is dedicated towards Najwah after Cody swooped in and stole my final 2 with her. No hard feelings; I have my own stuff to sort out after my man Ben was voted out. I’m pretty confident you have a final 2 with Cody and I love that for you. 🧡💛💚 I’m happy y’all got together and are strong with Sarah. But here I am. Do you all think I am just floating over here with no one? Just not playing the game and grazing my grass over here like a “goat?” They really don’t know how close I was with Ben and they got stupid lucky on that one. I’m not as clueless as you all think... it’s in your best interest to reconsider. Also let’s not skip over the fact that Sarah and I both didn’t get an answer on touchy subjects for “who do you trust the most.” Yeah don’t think I didn’t peep that. 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 Sarah didn’t put me and I didn’t put her. I put Maddison. Cody had 2 votes. Najwah and Sarah put him. I’m not dense. I guess Sarah is cool with being that 3rd wheel. Loving the fact that apparently no one has been seeing me reaching across the aisle for damn DAYS trying to play with Maddison.... oh honey, oh girl...oh no no ... that was just Ben right? Yeah. My final 2 with Ben is gone so I’m rogue and hoping I can get Maddison as far as possible with me. Also! Just letting you all know I’m not a damn chump. It’s SO OBVIOUS that Cody Najwah and Sarah have a fucking secret chat that they’ve been in since the beginning of all time, which included Zack. You’ve heard it here first folks. Oh and I’ve known this for at least a week or two. The tells are so blatant, but catch me pretending to have no idea. I’m not the goat that you think I am, but I would LOVE you to continue to think of me of a goat and forgettable. If you knew what I was doing I wouldn’t be allowed to get to the end. If I’m on any players radars then that means I am doing a bad job. So, I absolutely loved what this challenge revealed. I know way more than people think I know, but I am playing up the ditzy card hardcore. I would much rather prefer to be a stealthy sniper that people think is not playing. Give me a chance to explain my game in the final tribal and you might regret that. I have been doing all the same moves as Ben and same exact strategy.... he gets called a big threat and blindsided and yet here I am with identical strategy and totally left alone and tbh a little disrespected but that works to my advantage. Perception is not reality! This could be everyone’s biggest mistake and I honestly love it. I just want Kalle and Pedro out tbh. I got my big boobs and my positivity. I’m mind strong and I’m ready to get this. Your lady is never giving up. If you blindside me again it better be me that gets voted out. Otherwise you’re all in a world of fucking trouble... https://64.media.tumblr.com/0389c791f095d54973543b32d4414577/984582d2a107588c-89/s540x810/c10ec7b961de2fd3b693a886ea7385b04ed3d653.gifv

Najwah

I am still tired. LOL. Amy L still hasn't replied to me. I think she hates me right now and I burned the bridge with her, which I'm obviously sad about because it's the only bridge I really cared about? Like she's the only person who I was 100% sure about and we've always respected each others allegiance to their alliances. Anyway. What does it matter now? I'm going to let Cody and Sarah make a plan with this tribal scrambling. Oh Cody said the reason he chopped Aimees rope is because he didn't want her to win immunity again lmao so he rather chops someone in his own alliance wtf I can't get over that fatal mistake. That and playing the extra vote and idol😭😭 ugh and I think people assume I am his goat or something lmaooooo I absolutely adore Cody but I really hope he doesn't mess things up for himself. Sarah wants me to get coins for them to buy an immunity idol. Do I really want to waste 5 coins again on someone whose just going to get paranoid and play it? I don't know. I need to think on it.

Aimee

Welp I finally told my first lie in this game and hopefully it’s not my demise. I guess it’s my turn to be messy. I’m still coping with Ben being gone. 💔😢😫 Why the nut, did I tell Pedro I want him here. It was definitely too much alcohol and worried if he had another idol I would be the throw vote. Welp we will see if he throws that info all over the island. https://64.media.tumblr.com/d9f98e355c7e9229777fa982551cfd7e/tumblr_nr72mkoPHr1rs8h9do7_250.gifv https://64.media.tumblr.com/d37a2b6f76f83c1beaca2ca2bac6bb72/tumblr_nr72mkoPHr1rs8h9do3_250.gifv I’ve made peace with it though. This lady ain’t stopping, but if this puts me in jury. I’m honestly excited! I’ll finally get to talk to James, Grae and Ben again! And that makes my heart warm. ♥️

Pedro A

I'm probably going home tonight....kinda done with this.....I'm exhausted and emotionally drained from this experience.. I just wanna chill...at the end of the day its either me or kalle....so may the odds be in my favor!!

Najwah

I'm nervous about this vote. Apparently Maddison and co are willing to work with us to get Kalle out. I don't know how legit it is but I'm tired tonight and I just think I should do an early vote before people change their minds.

Amy A.

So we had the game yesterday and there was a question about ‘closest Ally’ and no one chose me. I’m not really bothered about everyone else except NAJWAH. She didn’t choose me! I was the only one who chose her cos her name came just ONCE. Whoever she ended up choosing as her closest ally didn’t even choose her. It’s made me real life sad because I trusted her so much. Honestly, I didn’t even think twice about putting her name down for closest ally. I haven’t even spoken to anyone about tonight’s vote. Idk who I’m voting for but I know it’s not her cos I promised her that. That’s the only reason. Maybe I’m the one going home. I don’t know.

Maddison

Let’s hope for a straightforward vote tonight with no unforeseen twists!

Aimee

https://youtu.be/m4Z0RN_KhK0 A flow mobz - thrill over fear (feat. luna blake) Omg I couldn’t sleep last night and I just woke up being bitchy about Pedro. I don’t think he actually has anyone besides maybe Kalle. My walls are up and I just want this vote to work in my favor and be Kalle. I hope there are no hard feelings after this game. I just want to get to know everyone during all this covid madness and have some fun. 🌈

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get-well-soonish-blog · 5 years

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Ernest Hemingway said something, at some point, about writing being simple, “all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” I may be sitting in front of a Mac and not a typewriter, but I still feel like I’m about to bleed all over it.

I told you in my last blog that you’d hear about a recent ex. Let’s call him Max.

I once heard someone on a podcast talk about how she doesn’t get over an ex until she and her next boyfriend breakup. The hurt of the more recent breakup takes over the hurt of the more distant one, allowing her to finally, really let him go. I wasn’t exactly excited about my last breakup, but I did think that it might give me some clarity on the one before it.

It’s been almost three years since my most formative relationship ended. Let’s call him Adam. To this day, I can’t really put my finger on exactly why Adam and I broke up and I’m not sure he can either. We just poofed. He just poofed. I felt stranded and abandoned and this was the first little piece of baggage I’d learn to always carry with me on every relationship vacation from there on out. Our breakup caused me to truly reflect on who I was at the most basic human levels and it’s when I finally saw all of myself. It felt like I’d just woken up from a 24-year nap. I was very groggy, to say the least. And I wish I could say I didn’t take anything else of him with me. But I inherited his way of hanging up clothes, uncommon vernacular, and music taste to name a few things; the music taste being the most important.

Before Adam and I met, I was a ride or die, Indie/ Rock girl. I didn’t understand Electronic music. It was just a bunch of noise. As I fell in love with him I fell in love with Deep House and Tropical House and Dub Step. And when we broke up, I eventually fell out of love with him but never the music. In some ways, I feel it still ties me to him. Does his new girlfriend like G Jones? Matoma? Duke Dumont? GRiZ? After our breakup, I only continued to fall down the electronic music rabbit hole and it led me to many concerts and new friends and even a new boyfriend.

My most current ex, Max, and I met through a mutual friend, who we can call Brianna, months before we looked at each other in any kind of romantic way. He was dating a piece of shit and I was still reeling and trying to recover from my breakup with Adam over a year later. We talked about Electric Forest, which we’d both been to (shout out to Adam for introducing me to it) and the music we’d seen and the music we loved for hours. Our mutual friend even left at one point and he and I decided to continue the conversation at another bar. He left at the end of that night and I didn’t see him again for another seven months. Fast forward to April of 2018 and Brianna shows up at my apartment to see my roommate. The three of us decide to go out to the bars for a campus event when Brianna asks if we mind if her friend Max joins us. I play it cool, “yeah I think I remember him. He was pretty nice.” LOL OK KATIE. You think you remember him. I had already added him on Facebook and stalked enough to know that his relationship status had gone missing sometime in the last five months. I asked Brianna if he was single now and she explained that he was.

In walks Max. We lock eyes. Match point. Game over. He’s mine.

I sometimes wish it hadn’t gone that way. We could’ve made really amazing friends. We loved the same music extremely passionately. We had so much fun together; his weird was my weird. We were aliens, outsiders together. Seemingly us against the world. And when you find someone you mesh with, that you’re attracted to, you hardly ever say, “wait a minute, let me not fuck him. He could turn out to be a really cool friend.” It’s funny though because we didn’t fuck that night. We stayed up on my balcony smoking blunt after bowls and talking about our passions. I pointed out the moon and he loved that I noticed things like that. Brianna was asleep on my small, broken Target futon, I was in my robe and ready for bed but he wouldn’t leave and I didn’t want him to. We made vague plans for sometime in the coming weeks before he left. And then the next day he asked me to come over for dinner. And that’s when the magic happened. I should’ve known by how quickly it was moving that it wasn’t sustainable. But I ignored every red flag and allowed him to be free, me to be free. We had a wonderful few months. Until we didn't anymore.

Taste in music and mutual weirdness can only take you so far. Remember how I said I couldn’t really put my finger on why Adam and I broke up? Well, I have a never-ending list of why Max and I did. I won’t bore you with the nitty-gritty. Truly, it comes down to timing, as so many things do, and Max needing some serious counseling from his piece of shit ex and a few other things he had going on. He wasn’t ready to be anyone’s partner. He needed to sit with himself. I thought the hurt from that relationship ending would finally dull the hurt of the one before it. But then I was just left hurting over two loves lost. I really still don’t even understand how that’s possible. But trust me, it is. It took a while and time with only myself again to finally let both of them go. It’s hard sitting with yourself sometimes. But when you find it hardest is usually when you need it the most. Maybe moving across the country + being forced to have time with myself wasn’t the best combo, but it’s what was dealt to me. I always do things the hard way in life. It was fitting. *Katie I-do-everything-the-hard-way- Pasternak*

Adam and Max were/ are both sweet, sweet guys. It pains me that I can’t be with Adam and that I can’t help Max. But sometimes there’s just nothing you can do. You’re either going to smile or you’re going to cry. And I’ve done enough crying for someone who’s not a crier. I’ve finally come to a point where I accept that Adam and I just aren’t meant to be. He seems happy in the life he has today. And for me, that’s a win. I’ve also accepted that Max was a complete learning experience. My friends say I’ve become picky but I know they’re wrong. I’m just not willing to settle. I’ve seen too much shit go down in my own life and relationships to let red flags go again. I’m trying to move on and live my life without fear while still being cautious enough to not get hurt (is that even possible? I’m trying anyway). Max hurt me more than I thought such a short-lived relationship ever could. Our relationship was relentless in its torture; always finding new ways to break me. With that being said, Max and I have actually managed to reconnect and become the friends I wish we’d been all along. It’s still weird and I find myself needing to take breaks here and there because, to be honest, I’ll always be attracted to him. And though we never said it, and he may never have felt it, I did love him. I’ll always love him. Now we have weekly phone calls (usually while one of us is driving for a few hours *cough Max cough*) and the lines of communication are open. When we want to share a new song or something that reminds one of the other, we do it, without hesitation. Hearing from him makes me smile and I love that.

I never thought I’d get to a point like this with an ex. But here we are. And it doesn’t suck. And I’ve let go of things I didn’t think I was capable of ever leaving behind. And that all helps me take care of myself. When you’re harboring feelings of regret, or longing, it’s really hard not to beat yourself up. It’s hard to look in the mirror and like who you see. But at the end of the day, that’s the one person you’ll always see. As Papa AP (my father) says, “relationships are hard, maaaan”. And he’s not wrong. And the most challenging of them all might just be the ones that we have with ourselves.

Now that that’s out of my system, stay tuned for next week when I share really embarrassing photos of me circa 2002 and talk about my weird-ass family. Gotta go stitch myself up after that bleed ;)

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wnnbdarklord · 7 years

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Dear Crossovering 2017 Creator!

First off, thank you for writing for me! I'm sure I'll love whatever you come up with! Also, my letter grew a bit long, so have a table of contents, with the rest under the cut :D

Table of Contents:

General Stuff

General Likes

General Dislikes

Request #1

Leverage/MCU

Request #2

Thor/ASoIaF

Request #3

His Dark Materials/Avatar the Last Airbender/Pacific Rim

Request #4

Stand Still Stay Silent/Thor

Request #5

Better Off Ted/Discworld/Andromeda/LOTR/Brooklyn Nine Nine/Dragon Age/Jurassic Park

The Adventure Zone/Andromeda

The Adventure Zone/Better Off Ted

The Adventure Zone/Brooklyn Nine Nine

The Adventure Zone/Discworld

The Adventure Zone/Dragon Age

The Adventure Zone/Jurassic Park

The Adventure Zone/Lord of the Rings

Request #6

Timeless/Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries/Brooklyn Nine-Nine/Elementary/American Gods/Gargoyles

Request #7

American Gods/Star Trek: the Next Generation

Star Trek TNG/ASoIaF

American Gods/Thor

Request #8

Jurassic Park/Parks and Recreation

Jurassic Park/Better Off Ted

General stuff:

General Likes:

Polyamory, gen, het, slash, femslash, families of choice, competence, BAMF female characters, angst, hurt/comfort, teamfic, pretty much all the tropes especially if there is a twist, worldbuilding, redemption, for want of a nail AUs, time travel, werewolves, etc. Smut is fine, but I’d prefer that the focus is not on that. Crossover specific likes: Canon events changing as a consequence of the two canons meeting is always a favorite. Especially if it makes one canon's events unexpectedly a whole lot better or a whole lot worse. Unexpected character interactions and parallels. Note on the characters: All the characters I've listed are merely preferences. I'd like it if they were included or the focus, but if you're inspired by a prompt only with a different character than one listed, then go for it! Pretty much the only exception to this is Loki. He's a favorite character of mine and if the canon includes him, I'd strongly prefer for him to be the focal point from that canon. Which is one reason I've been listing the Thor movie instead of the MCU as a whole, even though I'm familiar with all of the characters and movies there (and I'm more partial to the rest of the characters in the Thor movies as well). In general, I prefer Loki to be morally grey or conflicted or redeemable and not outright villainous. Which I’m sure is fairly obvious from not only my requests, but my blog and fics as well. I'd be happy to see a fic with other MCU characters too, as long as Loki is included. I feel like the prompt ideas I've included will make it fairly obvious when I'd be fine with a more ensemble setting and when I'd like a tighter focus, so don't stress!

General Dislikes:

I’m not a great fan of permanent character death, rape, torture porn, underage stuff, infidelity, humiliation, character bashing, ship bashing, no powers AUs, love triangles, fake married/dating, incest, power imbalances in relationships, hate sex, hardcore kinks, necrophilia, PWP, abuse Tragic and sad endings are also not my thing. They can be bittersweet, but I prefer something hopeful. Crossover specific dislikes: I'm not really a fan of fusions, except for the one exception in my requests. I find that too many of them just take the characters from one fandom and put them in another canon without bothering to consider how events might change because of that. Or how the characters themselves might be changed by the differences in their circumstances. Characters from different canons being related or being the same person. Extolling the virtues of one canon over the other or making one canon blatantly superior. Introductory infodumps. While I do want the characters to get to know one another, I have read so many crossovers that just have the characters spilling their entire life story seconds after meeting each other. Not a fan of that, honestly. Note on Star Trek TNG: I don't have anything against any of the ST TNG ships, but a persistent failing of mine is an utter inability to ship characters from my childhood fandoms. So gen or canon relationships from this canon only, please! This also applies to Gargoyles. Note on MCU: My NOTPs are Steve/Tony, Steve/Bucky, Thor/Loki. DNW: Civil War shenanigans or any bashing of characters related to any team.

Request #1:

Leverage/MCU:

Either a crossover where the MCU characters are like the Leverage team (maybe in a dark AU where Hydra takes over) or a fusion where they are the Leverage team. Loki and Thor as a grifter and hitter, respectively. Tony as the ultimate hacker, with a minor in grifting and masterminding. Natasha being the ultimate grifter. Bonus points if they keep their MCU abilities and powers. Maybe they get lost in the universe and have to resort to this to survive. Even in a fusion setting, I'd love for the original Leverage characters to pop up, since I am very fond of them.

Request #2:

Thor/ASoIaF:

I'd love anything where Loki falls to Westeros after letting go. How does he change the course of events there, for better or worse? Or maybe he's exiled there by Odin for whatever reason before the events of the Thor movie? Also Loki shapeshifting into a wolf or dragon would be super cool. Super specific prompt that I'd give my soul for to be filled and would please my id greatly but is also super optional: Loki discovers Westeros during the time of Theon Stark the Hungry Wolf and is super into him and they marry and have kids. Odin discovers this and decides that if Loki likes wolves so much, he should be one and turns him into a direwolf. Centuries pass and Loki is actually the direwolf found in the snow by the Starks, but only wounded and they take him in. Loki eventually learns how to break Odin's curse and works on helping his descendants with the politics of the kingdom. This might be a good resource if you decide to go with this: http://towerofthehand.com/blog/2016/08/16-politics-of-seven-kingdoms-2/index.html Another prompt that includes more MCU characters: Stark Tower gets dropped into the North in Westeros, still fully functional and years before the events of the books. Winter is coming, so how do Tony Stark and the Avengers prepare for it and what do they change? Does Tony decide to kickstart the industrial revolution?

Request #3:

His Dark Materials/Avatar the Last Airbender/Pacific Rim:

These fandoms usually show up as fusions with other fandoms. Let's switch that up a little and make them fusions with each other. Doesn't have to be a 3 way crossover, but that would be interesting to see! Who is drift compatible in the Avatar verse? What daemons do the Jaeger pilots have? Or are their souls more like polar bears' armors? Is Lyra the Avatar? I don't have anything more specific for this, I'm just really interested in the worldbuilding of these fusions and how it would change or not change the characters.

Request #4:

Stand Still Stay Silent/Thor:

The world of SSSS is heavily influenced by Norse mythology, even featuring magic powered by the gods. How would the crew react if they came face to face with the gods? Would Loki and Thor help or hinder? How would they react to a Midgard almost devoid of human life? Would Thor travel around the world to see if he could find more survivors? Would they be forbidden to interfere directly? I bet Loki would totally take that as a challenge to interfere indirectly and try to lead the crew to answers. Or just to cause a bit of chaos.

Request #5:

Note: I know this request mostly focuses on crossing over TAZ with the rest, but I'd be happy to see any combo of fandoms in this one. I just got prompt exhaustion and couldn't think of many prompts for the rest. I love all of these canons and I'd be pretty happy with anything, serious or silly. Consider it a free for all! Edit: I came back and added in some general prompts for more combinations.

Better Off Ted/Discworld/Andromeda/LOTR/Brooklyn Nine Nine/Dragon Age/Jurassic Park

Better Off Ted/Discworld - Veridian Dynamics certainly feels like a company that would fit into the Discworld. Perhaps something that translates the company onto the Disc? Does Vetinari compell Ted to work with him to keep the company from destroying everything? Does Veridian Dynamics hire Ponder Stibbins to work for them?

Actually, pretty much any prompt of mine with Better Off Ted is going to focus on the whackiness Veridian Dynamics will bring to the crossover. PR campaign for the Dark Lord Sauron? Crazy experiments caused the Blight? They take over the Free Trade Alliance? It's all good :D

Dragon Age/LOTR - I'd love something where Dragon Age characters find themselves on Arda. Sure, there's another apocalypse on, but at least these monsters don't turn you into them/kill you with diseases! And there's a giant lack of obvious magic in LOTR - fireballs for all! Super bonus points if demons just aren't a thing DA mages have to worry about on Arda, so Anders comes up with some scheme to move the mages that want it to Arda. Gondor gets a boost in firepower in exchange for land to settle; common folk are all over their healing magic; the dwarves are really keen on the enchanting and crafting these newcomes do; the elves on both sides get the surprise of their lives. So many possibilities!

Discworld/LOTR - anything off of this post, I mean it: http://berry-muffin.tumblr.com/post/160194985845/thebibliosphere-teapotdragon-zephyrantha

B99/any - like with Better Off Ted, I just want all the shenannigans with the team and the crossed over fandom.

Andromeda/verses on Earth - super bonus points for time travel stuff where Harper absolutely refuses to let Earth become what it is in his time. Not helped at all by the canonical indifference to Earth from the rest of the crew.

Andromeda/fantasy verses - the Andromeda crashes on those planets for whatever reason. Great. Now what? Bonus points for technomagic and/or out-of-depth questing. (I would also lol forever if Dylan Hunt contracted the Blight and died)

Discworld/Any - Granny Weatherwax Borrowing all the creatures! T-rex? No problem. Oliphant? Even easier.

The Adventure Zone/Andromeda:

The Andromeda verse is one the crew of the Starblaster visits during the Stolen Century. Either the Spirit of the Abyss is the Hunger, gets absorbed by it or they fight it out to mutual destruction/stalemate. Would love to see something where the Andromeda and Starblazer crews interact. Magnus vs Tyr, Taako and Harper snarking off at each other, Merle and Trance getting all philosophical, Lup and Bekka bonding over being badasses, anything would be great! DNW: Dylan Hunt and most of the clusterfuck that was the show after season 2

The Adventure Zone/Better Off Ted:

Instead of John, Merle meets Veronica in the Parley Parlour.

The Adventure Zone/Brooklyn Nine Nine:

Oh goodness, just anything with the teams interacting. Gina and Taako, Magnus and Terry, Merle and Captain Holt, Boyle and Taako discussing cooking? The possibilities are endless. For extra fun, maybe the 99 ends up in the D&D verse instead of vice versa.

The Adventure Zone/Discworld:

So many interesting possibilities! I'm just going to toss out suggestions, see what sticks: Kravitz meets Death. Taako vs Dibbler. Magnus and Carrot. Magnus and the Nac Mac Feegle! Taako being out magicked by the Lancre witches through headology, Merle getting evangelism tips from Omnians… Basically, I love both of these verses dearly and would be delighted by any characters in them interacting.

The Adventure Zone/Dragon Age:

The tonal clash between these two verses would be interesting, I think. Perhaps the Adventure Zone people could bring some much needed levity into Thedas? Some ideas: A Mabari imprints on Magnus. Taako wrecks a Circle. Merle shows the Chantry how clericing is really done. Or if you want to go for something darker, one of the Starblaster crew contracts the Blight and is Not Okay Mentally when the reset happens. Maybe the Darkspawn try to corrupt the Light of Creation?

The Adventure Zone/Jurassic Park:

Magnus adopts a baby velociraptor. Taako studies a T-rex because he wants to be one.

The Adventure Zone/LOTR:

So I know there's a pretty good canon explanation for why the TAZ guys can resist the power of the Grand Relics, but I also really really want a fic where they are just really really nonchalant about resisting the One Ring. Perhaps something that deals with the wildly different magic mechanics between the verses? Gandalf may be a demigod, but Taako can just lob fireballs at will. Or maybe Merle decides to actually heal people for once and Boromir doesn't die. note: I'd totally accept a crossover with the Hobbit as well, because the thought of the TAZ guys facing off an actual dragon is hilarious to me

Request #6:

Timeless/Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries/Brooklyn Nine-Nine/Elementary/American Gods/Gargoyles:

I'd find pretty much any combination of these fandoms interesting. Extra bonus points for crossing over fandoms without scifi/fantasy elements with those that do have that and focusing on the characters discovering the magical and strange. How would the mythologies of American Gods and Gargoyles intersect? Would the gods gain more power once the world finds out about the Gargoyles? Does Xanatos aim to become a god? I'd love for Jake to be a total fanboy of Miss Fisher and just be delighted when he somehow ends up in her time and meets her. Bring along the entire 99! Because of NYPD politics, Sherlock and Joan end up working with the 99 for a time. Sherlock and Joan meet Miss Fisher, how do they get along? Timeless and Gargoyles have diametrically opposed rules for time travel - in Timeless the timeline can change, in Gargoyles it cannot - it'd be interesting to go with Timeless rules for Gargoyles or vice versa. What can the Timeless crew change about the Gargoyles timeline? How do they react to the existence of magic and inhuman creatures? I'm totally stealing this bit from BBC's Sherlock, but can't bring myself to care very much: As Joan and Sherlock's fame grows and something happens to them ala Reichenbach, messages of 'I believe in Sherlock Holmes' start appearing. But in the world of American Gods, belief is power. How does that change the crime solving duo? Do they become something more?

Request #7:

American Gods/Star Trek: the Next Generation:

Humanity takes to the stars and of course their gods follow. Of course, humans are not the only ones with gods.

Star Trek TNG/ASoIaF:

The Enterprise crashes on Westeros after travelling through a tear in space. How do they survive on this impossible planet? The Prime Directive is almost impossible to uphold in this case. Do they try? What makes them decide to help?

American Gods/Thor:

After the Avengers, the world was suddenly reminded that the gods are very real and that they exist. The power of belief can affect people Realms away. How are Thor and Loki changed by this? Multiple versions of gods can exist - does the American Gods Thor come back to life? Do the original gods find themselves with a lot more power than they'd expected? It doesn't have to be limited to the Norse pantheon after all, because I would imagine the people of the MCU thinking that if the Norse gods are real, then the others might be as well. Do the Avengers become gods?

Request #8:

Jurassic Park/Parks and Recreation:

The Parks and Recs crew is put in charge of maintaining the Jurassic Park.

Jurassic Park/Better off Ted:

Veridian Dynamics buys the Jurassic Park.

#crossovering #crossovering 2017

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