#going back to void adios

[flowvvi]

ref sheet with the same reason as previous post lol

[winterzsurprise]

Tags: Breeding kink, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, he bites you. SMUT, NOT BETA READ, big dick Miguel (as always).

Words: 1.1k

I am so sorry it took so long @gracielukey :''DD, a minor subject had the audacity to give us three projects back to back. I hope you like this one tho. I hope I did your idea justice somehow :''DD

now I shall succumb back into the darkness until college ends, adios and have a great day/night everyone!

hermosa - beautiful || cariño - darling

Ever since you told him of your decision to carry his kid, it’s like a switch has been flipped on Miguel. 

On the days where work doesn’t overwhelm his schedule, he researched day and night for ways of increasing your chances of conceiving, from dishes of ancient or foreign origin to books from different universes, he read them all.

Diet is out of the question, if he wants you to consume sugar or meat, you comply and if you don’t, he somehow makes you do it.

Not that you can really complain when he's got the skills on par with an immortal chef who has cultivated their skills for thousands of years. There's a reason why Hobi still comes to inner circle dinners despite how loud his displeasure is towards the organization and Miguel.

He says it’s because he’s too lazy to cook or he’s broke but you all knew it was a lie.

There’s no questioning the plenty of times Miguel took advantage of both of your enhanced endurance as superhumans, though it always ends up with you tapping out from overstimulation and muscle aches after being bent and spread wide open under him for hours upon hours.

Hell, even days if your schedule allows it.

You don’t even wanna start on the strong musky stench of sex and sweat fogging the room nor would you like to address the copious amount of cum pulsing out of you to be cleaned later on when he treats you to a warm bath at the end of every session.

A monster, that’s what your decision your sweet husband has turned into.

He once researched about your condition further and came home with a renowned determination to prove himself unique and If there's anything about that man, if he's passionate enough, he'd do anything to reach his goal.

Which brought you to your current situation.

"You're never going to leave this house until I make sure to fuck a baby into you."

You pant, pushing at his broad shoulders as pain intertwined with pleasure rockets through your trembling body, shaking legs numb on your chest after being folded and manhandled by him for the past hour, forced to take every deep thrusts that feels like he's puncturing your organs raw.

It's unbelievable how he manages to reach heights thought to be impossible. 

"Fuck… Miguel! I-I can't…"

"You can take it, I’ll make sure of it."

A particular, deep thrust got you screaming and eyes rolling back as he hit your spot once again. He didn't relent after that, making sure to angle his hips just right before every push. 

As his venom slowly fades away, pain starts to ricochet inside you. You were tempted to ask him for another bite but the complaining aches in your muscles had you biting back the urge. 

It’s been so long since you’ve started, you wanted to rest, even just for a split second.

He halts mid-thrust, hands reaching out for yours to intertwine them before pinning your arms above your head. You immediately meet his gaze as if magnetized by it, Miguel’s eyes are dilated to the nines, void of the crimson it's supposed to be and the buzz at the back of your head grows at the sight. 

When his hand wrapped around your neck, your body stiffened. Yet the fear tightening around your heart only got adrenaline thrumming beneath your skin.

Even when he's triggering your senses, you only found the threat exhilarating.

"You're not going anywhere, cariño." The thrust that followed only solidified it. "Not until I fuck a baby into you."

The cold marble countertop dug into your back as he feverishly ruts his hips. You grabbed for life onto his hands while pleasure and pain tightly intertwined in your guts. The sloppy sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, burning your cheeks with embarrassment as you’re reminded once more of how much he’s filled you up.

Tears blurred your eyes as his pace only grew more rabid with every passing moment, head going light from the overwhelming mix of ecstasy and ache.

As if it wasn't enough, he pressed onto your abdomen and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while he groaned, eyes never straying away from your stomach.

"Just imagining your stomach growing plumper and fuller with our child… Fuck."

A shiver wrecked your spine.

Your nerves fizzled with the constant onslaught of dopamine, electric currents bounced from the top of your head and to the tip of your toes. It was too much, yet you yearned for one more, hips meeting his thrusts.

"Miguel, please!" You sobbed.

"Give it to me, hermosa. I want it all."

A sudden tightness in your stomach abruptly unfurls and you came for the nth time tonight, convulsing and pathetically writhing under him.

Your body immediately complained from the continuous stimulation it received, seeing the difficulty in your crumpled expression as your eyes mist with tears, Miguel slows to a halt, cupping your cheeks and you lean into his balmy yet warm hands.

"I'm nearly there ok? Can you do it, hermosa?"

His voice felt far, as if you were hearing it from the far end of an unending hallway but you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. As he slowly gains his pace, your back arches and you find solace in the crook of his neck, sobbing and whining into his skin as he pushes into you.

Seeing the difficulty scrunching up your face, Miguel didn't hesitate to bite into your shoulder, hoping to alleviate the pain as he worked up to his climax and you shuddered.

His venom made quick work and numbed the aches as well as the ecstasy. When you came for the last time that night, you didn't get the usual rush of euphoria in your veins, instead, it rocked through you like a shiver and a couple of sharp flinches in your legs.

You vaguely felt the sensation of his arousal bursting inside you before he collapsed into your arms, finally succumbing to the temptation of rest after so long and you internally celebrated.

"You’re not allowed to touch me for a day, you monster."

He laughed, it was light and despite the fog in your senses, it still sounded like jingles to your ears. 

"I'll make you your favorite later, is that enough?"

Confused by his word choice, you turned to the windows in front of the sink to see the signs of the rising sun peeking through the sheer curtains and you groaned.

It’s already somewhere around five to six AM in the morning.

You guys missed dinner because of his newfound determination. The dish you prepared after marinating the chicken for the whole day, now lay waste on the floor after being accidentally nudged at some point.

"You're going to clean that up."

"Not if we do it again.”

[ebrofour]

“Ebrofour. Your lust for power and ruling has reigned supremacy over your inch of humanity for long enough. What’s left of your morality has been consumed by the egomaniacal thoughts of running a multi-million dollar company to drown yourself in a pile of money to ignore those pleading desperately around you. You could have a thousand truly loyal partisans and men but you would still lack integrity and good character. When all is said and done, when those who see you in the future scowl and turn away to woefully whisper about the menace you have pursued yourself into, only then may you feel an opportunity of empathy, but it will be too late. You will be a pathetic mess already. Your world will come crashing down, even as the overflowing greed deprives you of your soul, slowly eating away at you bit by bit. Nothing will stop what is going to happen. Underneath the heavy façade of pride and family heritage and power, the cycle will repeat as soon as it initiates. You can try and void out your fate by being an absolute asshole to those who surround you and sink your teeth into them, and use them to your very advantage because you couldn’t care less. People will become sick and tired of the unjust treatment eventually. Deeply rooted insecurities are hard to manage, however, I don’t think anyone in this very household would have the ruthlessness to do what you do as horribly as it is completed. Soon you will discern that the way you treat other personas indeed has a long impacting effect on them. And they will leave you without a second thought, unless they will look back at your ostensible and pitiful expression and somehow give you a second chance with their abnormally large hearts. It wouldn’t be shocking, as you would do the complete opposite. A stark contrast to the kind, humble hearts of many. But you have to push it. To serve as a reminder; without your militia, you are nothing. Without your riches, you are nothing. Without your friends, you are nothing. Without your ego, you are nothing. I hope you come face to face with that predicament soon. Adios!”

"...GOD DAMN. I AIN'T READING THIS MANIFESTO HOLY CRAP, ARE YOU THE UNABOMBER?" "Also the state ment "Without your riches, you are nothing. Without your friends, you are nothing. Without your ego, you are nothing.", like...no shit sherlock, you just removed so many aspects of my life you dipshit." -Ebro4

[callico-awts]

More of my wilting tulips (omari au) art and also adding a pinch of lore(???) but most of em are HIKI shhshhs

Also btw I didn't proof read any of this- lots of grammar incorrections and misspells

Anyways, enjoy the crumbs!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

WELCOME TO HIKIS ROOM TOUR-

•basically what they're rw self has in their room • some mixtape, sketchbook and comfortable beanbag(?)

• I was thinking, instead of a black light bulb. What about a night light(?) Idk this is still to change ig

A BALL OF SUNSHINNNEEEE-

• from what I recall, I said that Hiki doesn't feel emotions but I did change em

• Me: Gloomy sad mari lmao- HIKI: */stabs me with a cutter

• maybe very sad and emo, a opposite to Mari's happy social butterfly self but then again it's still subject to change-

•HIKI does feel emotions but mostly negative ones. the most are sad and maybe anger(?). They have trouble of being reserved and it sorta don't end well if they're neutral state disperse.

•HS peeps see HIKI as this 'bright' person but in truth, They're a tired and gloomy teenager just helping ppl around HS for tokens(that's the currency of this HS)..

•They're not DPS material cuz HIKI is sorta like a sub-dps and maybe a support(?),Just boosting the groups damage and abilities, healer.. In fact, you could say they're a bit weak.. Due to them having back pain or body aches for no reason..

But they could get a bit stronger when they feel a certain emotion.. you can guess it-

That's right! By being sa-

🌧️ GLOOMY WEATHER🌧️

•The main plot doesn't revolve around finding their friend, more likely due to abnormal frequent storms going on in HS.

•Creatures(?) in HS are complaining about and finding it a bit odd because it doesn't rain at all in HS(?), That's where the friend group along with HIKI step in, They want to investigate about the storm and what's causing it. Since the HS in my au always has bright and sunset atmosphere(?) ig.

• there's parts of HS that looks empty like a literal white void

-White tulips-

•The friend groups personality are slightly different to their rw selves..(I haven't wrote a comparison I'm sorry-)

But the most noticeable one is Sunny's. In HS, I mean he's still introverted and blunt but then he seems to smile alot which is ofc in his rw self and its sorta just a mask to what HS sunny truly is...(ohhh mysterious-)

And sometimes HS sunny says something that is ooc and also same with the friend group but mostly are from basil then shet happens-

*Me rambling about the chara designs again..

• Once again, something(teru omori) and HIKI designs are supposed to replicate the look of a teru teru bozu.. teru omori are the obvious ones, since y'know there's rain going on there..

• The friend groups design are still unchanged.. but I will revamp em if i want to-

•HS sunny has like a major change of design (in my prev post lmao) He has like that school uniform look cuz that's what his sister sees him wearing. His old uniform (rw self)

That's all- Thanks for scrolling through!!

Haven't post lots of omori, sorry bout that I'm sorta chilling with another fandom again..

Adios-

*/Doesn't post for a long time again(1000)

[adrien-vomit]

CAR TRIP: FLOWEY VILLAGE!

{//this event was affected by [THIS POLL], thx and enjoy reading!}

[LOADING; "Void's Backrooms Car Trip!" ON; MEWTUBE] [The livestream VOD begins with void squeezing into the "car" they own, then turning it on] Void: Heya, glad i've sat the camera back there, so you can get the "In-Ride Experience"! Don't expect much, but bewarned that i've set-up TTS for you gu- Chat: Who the hell is this white jawbreaker and why is he in my car! Void: ... As you can clearly hear you guys can talk to me via TTS, so cool right? Let's get this amalgamation going shall we! [The first 5 minutes is the chat and void talking to each other, nothing out of the ordinary] Chat: Is that big mouth billy bass? And you know what that means, F I S H! Oh look childhood before my father left me. Void: Nah, it's a fake i made, originally it was going to be my own customly made animatronic but i don't know how to make those... [30 minutes into the video void gets out of the driver seat, the car is driving itself] Chat: Why is starlow in a blender? It's his emotional support torture device. Oh wow. What on earth is void doing? [Void shows a strange book with a yellow triangle on the cover to the camera] Void: I found this in my bathroom last night, but every time i try to read it, some odd disaster occurs, watch! "HAHAHAHA-" [The car gets onto bouncy terrain, causing void to fall and slam the book shut] Void: See? This thing doesn't love me! Chat: Bill Cipher has joined the ride! Oh no the book is in the astral birth's hands! Is that a terapagos plushie in that car? [1 hour in, nothing much happens other than the chat playing undertale] [1.5 hours in, Void reacts to memes his chat shows] [2 hours in, void eeby deepy] Chat: Will you guys please stop saying "Skibidi Goombas", i'm not skibidi or what ever that even means! Major L guys i just got here, why is there a spinning potato chip in the top left corner and undertale in the bottom right corner? [3 Hours in, they've made it!]

Void: Here we are, the FLOWEY VILLAGE! Just look at these amazing little scrunkilies! Flowey #69: Get off my lawn... Void: And over here, is a save point, i have one at home... but nobody dares to acknowledge it! I even have a red circle around it with a arrow pointed at it... Anyways, i'mma stay here for a while, adios! [END OF VIDEO!]

[mewkurosstuff]

Ah welp back to gaming i go adios :3

*disapears into the void*

I started playing pressure and i imedietly died to void mass in a locker-

Look in between the cracks next time

[bushs-world]

How is everyone? I hope everybody's safe from the virus. Here's my analysis for episode 5

Ep 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Ep 5: Self Loathing and Hatred

Episode 5 was so full of Lokis that even our Loki needed a break from the constant Loki. Also owing to the huge amount of Loki in this episode of Loki, I will be referring our Loki as Loki, other Lokis have their own unique Loki name afterall ( looks like I am high 🙄 ). I will also make separate posts about Classic Loki's development.

Anyways, keeping the gibberish aside, Loki had already passed the hero threshold in the previous episode. So, in this episode, he isn't actually displaying any flaw himself. Instead each of his variants act like a mirror to allow him to see his behaviour from an outside perspective.

Loki's deepest insecurity

Loki's deepest insecurity is his self loathing. The voice at the back of his head constantly telling him he is not good enough. If we strip down every one of Loki's bad deeds in the MCU, they all be traced back to his self loathing. He wants the throne to win his father's approval to stop his loathing, he wants to be seen as Thor's equal to stop his self loathing. After Odin's 'no', he tries to take over Earth to prove himself in order to feel worthy and not like a loser.

All this because Loki considers himself to be unworthy and lacking. He doesn't value and even hates his own individual traits and gifts. This insecurity is further amplified once he learns of his heritage. In Thor, he calls himself the monster people tell their children about at night. His entire monologue with Nat in Avengers can be interpreted as him projecting his self loathing on Nat. In TDW, he says 'See you in Hel, Monster'. All this shows, Loki didn't have a high opinion of himself. And in this episode, one of his variant showcases his self loathing on a surface level

Loki vs Classic Loki

Loki and Classic Loki are parallels of each other. Both are variants of the OG timeline Loki from two pivotal moments of his life. And both showcase two very different perceptions about being a Loki.

While Loki is on a journey of healing and self love, and has started coming to terms with himself, Classic Loki completely gave in to his self loathing and has been dismissive about both himself and Loki variants in general all throughout the episode.

He stayed in isolation for a long time because he believed he is only a bearer of pain and death. He mocks the Loki like behaviour of being too sensitive. He thinks every single Loki is an animal who is broken and can never change.

And his purpose in this episode is to act as the personification of Loki's self loathing. Whenever Loki attempts something, Classic Loki is the first to chide or discourage him. When Loki suggests planning to escape the void, he counters by reminding him about all the other variants who came with stupid plans just like him that don't go anywhere. He tells Loki that they only have one job to be the god of outcasts. He laughs along with others at Loki's plan to kill Alioth.

Yet Loki doesn't let anything stop him. He refuses to accept Classic Loki's idea of being a Loki and gets up to leave the alleyway. Instead, he uses Sylvie as an example to show they can be different. He even convinces both Classic Loki and Kid Loki to help him kill Alioth and take down the TVA. In the end, Classic Loki sacrifices himself to help Loki and Sylvie enchant Alioth. In a poetic way, the one Loki who felt Lokis can never grow and change, gives his life to help his other variant become a better version of himself.

And that's the analysis for Episode 5. Adios!

[crybabykiko]

Curaçao

Satoru Gojo x Mirrors (f!reader)

WC: 1.5k

Contents/Warnings: sex under the influence (alcohol), meaningless hookup, Gojo calling reader 'toots' because he can, Gojo is a male thot and enemy of the state but reader is just as bad tbh, pull out method best method, kinda unsanitary hookup (lol bar bathroom), oh and idk how we got to thumb in ass level but we did so that's in there.

A/N: Gojo has toots privileges and that is all I will say.

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Bars like this aren’t your usual scene.

You figure you’d fare much better in one tonight though, after all, the advertised “Ladies Night” had seen its fair turnout of fresh blood. And the drinks were pretty stiff, so even if you did strike out it wouldn't be in vain if the space between your eyes was fuzzy and your heart was comfortably numb. Absentmindedly stirring at your amf, you hadn’t noticed him sitting next to you until he spoke.

“I’ll have what she's having.”

The voice was a little higher than what you were expecting, but still velvety enough to hold your attention. He slid a card across the table, looking at you through small framed circle lenses.

What kind of douche wears sunglasses in a bar… that’s already dark?

You kept your eyes trained ahead, sneaking small glances at him from your peripheral. But he seemed fixated on you. His eyes never left your frame, not even when the bartender slid him his drink. He sucked the cocktail down, staring daggers through you as he finished it in one go. Where he went after that was unknown. He sort of disappeared into the void of everyone that was out on the dance floor. It wasn’t much of an interaction, but there was something that stirred you enough to know that it wasn’t the end.

3 shots of liquid courage later, and here you were, sucking the curaçao stains off the lips of a beautiful stranger. His hands lazily roamed your body, one hooking a leg up and around his waist. If you had any reservations about what was happening, he wouldn’t have been able to tell- the heat rising on your cheeks and between your legs were the most open invitation you could be giving him.

Quickly, his hands found their way underneath your dress, fingers just barely tapping at your sex as he fumbled with the hems of fabric that blocked him from your folds. Your eyes began to screw shut as his mouth found the sweet spot of your neck, teeth sinking into your soft, perfumed skin.

“We-haaa-sh- We shouldn’t…” you moaned. “N-not here…”

“Then let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. You looked at him again, confusion clouding your face both at his suggestion and the fact that you couldn’t see his eyes.

“C’mon then,” he chirped after a second, taking your hand and heading toward the back of the bar.

“I know a place.”

You could taste the anticipation that coated his tongue as your mouths worked in tandem. Pushing you backwards, you both stumbled into the dimly lit bathroom, Gojo making sure to lock the door behind you- but never leaving you un-kissed. This had to be ‘the place.’ It was literally a dirty bathroom, but it would do. It was hard to see, let alone breathe or orient yourself, stopping for a quick second near the sinks to stare at him longingly.  You could finally get a good look at him, sliding his glasses up and over his head. His face was clearly flushed, but beautiful. His eyes were just as blue as the adios you had at the bar, but even more intense when they were framed by white blond hair and long, delicate eyelashes of the same color.

Taking a quick second for pleasantries, he indulged you with a name- Satoru. Satoru Gojo. Good enough for you, Satoru was easily moanable and to be quite honest, it didn’t matter what his name was as long as you were able to score. You could tell he felt the same, so it would be a very even match, one that could be impossible to leave you disappointed.

You clutched the sink as he yanked your head back, positioning you perfectly to look at just how fucked you were- literally and figuratively. Your dress was hiked just above your hips, fully exposing what little was there to be left to the imagination. Foregoing underwear for the night was a pretty good idea, you were already glistening from the alcohol, and he couldn’t wait to feel you.

“Look alive, sunshine,” he teased, lowering his head just behind your ears. You felt him slide the head of his cock between your folds, arching your back in an effort to feel more. He happily obliged, slowly sliding the head in and past the first ring of soft, warm muscle inside you. He whispered into your ear, voice low and dripping with intoxicated innuendos.

“You’re not gonna want to miss a second of this.”

You threw your head back at the feeling of his cock gently stretching your walls. You muffled your wince at the size with a moan, the twisted look of your reflection in front of you seemingly egging him on as a sinister smile slowly spread on his face. At first it was slow, making sure he could feel every inch of himself entering you as you adjusted to the pleasure of fullness. You could only manage a few half sobs, eyes locked into his gaze through the mirror as your mouth lolled open to say words that would never be able to come out.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice filled your ears, hips snapping against the flesh of your ass as he took you. Keeping a fistful of your hair, it seemed like Gojo was gripping onto it for dear life as he thrusted, craning your neck to meet his face.

“Harder, please- harder,” you squeaked.

He was barely tapping at your sweet spot, and he knew it was driving you crazy. You could barely keep your body standing, it was going limp as your knees buckled. Through glassy, hooded eyes, you could see him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you, fixating on how much finesse he was using to pull you apart from the inside. His hands seemed to engulf your waist every time he buried himself deeper into you. You swiveled your hips around a few times, trying your hardest to feel something more, only to earn a pointed smack to your ass and a hurried ‘aht- ah’ from Satoru.

“Not yet, toots,” he chided.

“I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

A lewd chortle came from his throat as he aimed his lips to spit directly onto your asshole, watching it slide its way down the crack as he traced the trail with his thumb. Bringing the wetness up again, he teased you there before plunging his thumb inside, sending you lurching forward with a splintered cry of pleasure.

“There it is,” he chuckled, beginning to pick up the pace as he dragged himself in and out of your cunt, a sloshing sound building up inside your walls. His thumb twisted from side to side with each pump, further adding to the tension building in your chest and abdomen. You could barely string your words together, the only thing coming out was mangled please and chants for more. You were too close, you could feel it coming. So could he.

He finally let your hair go, head immediately falling forward and almost knocking against the sink, the head rush sending tingles down to your core as you clenched around his cock- vision whiting out. Your body started to ripple through with a numbing euphoria as he tightened his grip around your hips. Your moans culminated into a fever pitch as he hit your sweet spot once more, a vulgar squelch coming from between your legs as you gushed on top of his cock, your essence spilling over his abdomen. He followed suit, quickly pulling out in time to get his hot, white spurts of cum on your thighs, praising you all the while coming down.

It took a second for you both to stabilize, him helping you to stand and readjust your dress while also tucking his shirt back into his jeans and fixing his now disheveled icy locks in the mirror he just watched himself absolutely ruin you in. You took some time to fix your makeup before retreating to a stall to actually clean yourself up a bit more.

When you returned, he was gone- but not far away. He waited for you outside the door, watching the coast and making sure it was good for both of you to go. Stepping outside of the bar, the air was particularly cooling against your skin. The adrenaline of your encounter still reverberated in your chest as you reached your arm out to hail a cab back to your place- only to be stopped by a loud whistle and the screeching of tires. Looking back behind you- it was him.

As the cab stopped, he held the door open, ushering you inside. Your legs felt like jello still, so you were grateful for the support. He shut the door for you as you rolled down the window to get a few more breaths of fresh air. He leaned in a bit, stopping just inside the cab’s frame.

“Get home safe,” he purred.

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[bluenet13]

No Me Digas Adios

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, 126 firefam, Reyes family, basically everyone makes at least a short appearance on this one.

Prompt: Distress Call.

Summary: All his life T.K. has been close to fear and the possibility of loss, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment he receives a distress call from a gravely injured Carlos. When it all becomes too much for T.K. and Carlos to handle on their own, the 126 and Reyes family are there to help.

Links: ff.net - AO3

"T.K, are you okay? What happened?" Nancy asked, sitting on the other side of the ambulance as they did inventory.

But T.K. wasn't listening, or he was, but the words weren't filtering. All he could focus on was his heart almost beating out of his chest and the ringing in his ears. The words that had just been spoken to him over the phone echoed over and over again on his mind and his world threatened to crumble down at any second.

Because Tyler Kennedy Strand thought he knew fear, he would even go as far to say that he was an expert at it. But never before had he felt such paralyzing terror.

Not standing rooted in place in front of the tv, at the mere age of 7, as he watched two skyscrapers collapse, all the while knowing his father, his hero, was one of those miniature figures fighting the chaos from below.

Not waking up in the hospital after overdosing the first time. Or overdosing a second time in his kitchen and fearing that his father would be forced to find his dead body.

Not the many times he had almost died on the job: almost consumed by flames, or crushed by a collapsing structure, and even shot once, and almost twice.

Tyler Kennedy Strand also thought he knew loss, but nothing could have prepared him for the all-consuming emptiness that he was suddenly feeling.

Not losing friends, teammates, and colleagues. And all his uncles and aunts from his dad's station when the towers had come down.

Not almost losing his father first in the attack, and later by the cancer brought upon by many years on the job.

Not even the many times he had almost lost himself. Almost destroyed from the inside out by the drugs he had voluntarily put into his system, or by the many calls almost gone fatally wrong.

T.K's life had been a series of almost disasters and they had all made him accustomed to fear and loss. But nothing he had faced before could prepare him for this moment.

"T.K?" Nancy called next to him, now drawing closer and shaking his shoulder. But the paramedic didn't even blink. "Tommy!" She shouted next, "something is wrong."

Tommy came running, stopping and hovering close as soon as she noticed T.K's blank stare and shaking hands. "What happened?" Her eyes were solely on T.K, but her question was directed at his partner because the man didn't seem in any position to answer for himself.

"I'm not sure. We were just doing inventory when he received a phone call, and that happened," Nancy explained, gesturing to T.K.

"Hey, T.K. can you tell us what's going on?" Tommy asked softly, "who called you?" Owen was at the station, and Gwyn wouldn't call her son before trying her ex-husband first, so that only left one person, but Tommy needed to be sure before raising alarms.

T.K. said nothing, just switched the call to speaker mode and continued to stare into space.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen." Carlos' pained voice came from the other end. "It was just a routine call, I don't know what went wrong." A cough, followed by a grunt.

"Carlos, it's Tommy. Where are you? What happened?" Tommy all but screamed, taking the phone from T.K, "I'm with T.K. and Nancy, how can we help?"

Another barely suppressed grunt, and a new fit of coughing. "Is T.K. there?" Carlos asked softly, "he hasn't said anything. I just needed to apologize, and to tell him I love him."

"Carlos, he's here. Just a little shaken," Nancy tried to explain, shooting a concerned look to her partner, "you can tell him everything you want when you see him. But now, where are you? Should we call your station? 9-1-1?"

"No cops," Carlos said quickly, making everyone frown, "and no time. T.K, I need to talk to T.K. Please."

That last comment seemed to have set something loose inside T.K. because tears instantly clouded his eyes as he launched forward to take the phone back from Tommy. "Carlos," he breathed out, "I'm here babe, give us a location. We will come pick you up. Patch you up and everything will be good."

"Don't ... know ... where," Carlos mumbled, a gurgling noise cutting in between his words. "And I can't find Mitchell. T.K, I'm so sorry. Just a routine call, but we were grabbed and left for dead. And Mitchell, I don't know where she is."

"Carlos, no one is dying," T.K. said, his voice pleading, both to the man on the other side of the line, and to any higher power willing to listen. "Just tell us where, please. What can you see around you? We will search, and find you, I promise," T.K. begged, tears now flowing freely down his face because Carlos was beginning to repeat himself, clearly disoriented, and T.K. knew that was a sign of too much blood loss and pointed to eventual shock.

"Blindfold when we were moved," Carlos explained weakly, "now I only see dirt and grass, maybe water nearby."

The emptiness T.K. was feeling growing into a void that threatened to swallow him whole as he silently wondered if his boyfriend had been left for dead in a ditch somewhere in Austin.

"But T.K, please promise me you'll be okay. Promise me you will let your friends help you. Don't shut down, don't…" Carlos continued, his voice growing quieter by the second.

Use again. Carlos didn't say it, but T.K. just knew.

"... I just wanted to say goodbye. I love you, baby. Always have, always will." Carlos sobbed, his voice now barely above a whisper. "Please tell… tell Gabriel and mami that I love them, and that I'm just so sorry."

"Carlos, no. Please, give us something more and we will look for you. Where was the call?" T.K. continued to plead, because Austin was too big a city to begin a search without any kind of clue or hint, and there was dirt, grass and water in more than a few places. And T.K. trusted Carlos enough to accept that he couldn't call the cops. He didn't know why, but Carlos was a boy in blue through and through, and for him to say that, something major must have happened.

"I'm sorry, babe. But you'll be okay, just remember I love you," Carlos said softly. "Goodbye, T.K." And just like that, the line went dead.

"Carlos? No, no, Carlos?" T.K. shouted over and over again, but the call had cut short. And no matter how many times he tried to call again Carlos wasn't picking up.

Getting out of the ambulance, T.K. stumbled and practically collapsed. Back sliding down the wall of the apparatus bay as all his contrasting emotions began to overpower him. Carlos' words continuing to echo on his head, making T.K's sobs become more frantic, his breathing coming in small gasps.

"Breathe, T.K, breathe," Marjan was saying as she kneeled next to him. But when had she gotten there? TK shook his head to help clear it and noticed that Nancy was no longer doing inventory and Tommy wasn't standing on the doors to the ambo. They were both standing next to Judd who was now on the phone, Owen was also talking to someone on his cellphone, and Paul and Mateo were walking towards him with a cup of steaming tea and tissues in hand, both which they wordlessly passed to T.K. before clapping his back and squeezing his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Got it! Thank you, Gracie. You really are our guardian angel. I will let you know as soon as we find something," Judd shouted a few minutes later, as he threw his phone back into his pocket and ran towards T.K. "Carlos and his partner were responding to a 9-1-1 call, Grace gave me the details and the original address. Might not be much, but it's a place to start."

Wasting no time, T.K. ran to the passenger side of the ambulance, knowing that his boss and partner would follow.

"Tommy, I sent the address to the firehouse group chat," Judd hollered, already climbing into the truck.

"We will meet you all there," Owen said, running to follow Judd, with Marjan, Paul and Mateo close behind.

"Wait, you all don't have to come," T.K. croaked.

"Of course we have, son," Owen said softly, "we can't risk anything else happening to the three of you. Plus, Carlos is family. And, speaking of family, I already called Mr. Reyes, Gabriel and the Rangers will meet us there, too."

"Thank you." T.K. could only whisper the words because while he had let Carlos' distress call throw his mind and heart into complete chaos, Tommy and Nancy had rallied the troops and now they had a place to start searching for Carlos. And for now, that just had to be enough.

-x-x-x-

"Carlitos, what are you doing laying there? You have to get up."

"Mami?" Carlos asked, opening his eyes and squinting as intense brightness blurred his vision. "Where are we?"

"What's that? We're at Pleasant Valley, of course. Don't you remember, mijo? We used to come here when you were a kid so you could play on the sand next to the river," Andrea explained as if it was obvious. And Carlos could only chuckle humorlessly because there was nothing pleasant about his situation, just a lot of pain, the feeling of too much blood soaking his clothes and a cold sensation that began deep in his bones and extended all over his body, so the word just made him angry.

"Okay," Carlos said simply, not really able to recall the memories his mother spoke of. His mind was a fog of confusion and he couldn't hold onto any thought for more than a few seconds. But he did try to lift this head, barely, and allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he saw the river and the beautiful sunset casting the water a bright yellow. Taking in the view before his strength gave in and his face fell back into the dirt, Carlos absentmindedly acknowledged that from all possible places this was a nice one to go. Just too bad the area was not totally safe at dark so no bystander would stumble upon his body until it was too late.

"You have to stay awake, mi vida," Andrea said sharply but softly, kneeling next to her son and cupping his cheek. Her other hand caressing his brown curls.

Carlos opened his eyes at that, not even realizing they had slid shut. "But I'm so cold, ma, and tired. I just need to rest a little, solo un poco," Carlos mumbled pleadingly, unconsciously leaning close to the warm, comforting touch of his mother.

"I know, but you need to be ready when they come. You need to be able to answer their calls," Andrea directed softly.

"I'm scared, mami," Carlos whispered, "I don't want to die. Not now, not yet, after I finally found what I'd been looking for." Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he remembered T.K. and how he had given him a family, not only with his love, but also how T.K's team had accepted him as one of their own. But Carlos knew this cold he was feeling wasn't natural and he was too weak to save himself now.

"You're not really here, are you?" Carlos asked sadly, when his mother remained quiet, a lone tear sliding down his face at the realization.

"I'm always with you, Carlitos. Right here." Andrea moved her hand and placed it on top of Carlos' heart. "Even when you can't see me, solo recuerda que yo siempre estoy contigo."

Carlos' eyes clouded with more tears and he blinked them a few times, his heart breaking as soon as his vision cleared and he realized that his mother was gone. And he was alone again. Had always been alone.

-x-x-x-

"Carlos!" T.K. shouted for what felt like the hundredth time. "Carlos? Please answer us."

T.K, the rest of the firehouse, and Gabriel and the Rangers had met up an hour ago. They had exchanged some quick words, Gabriel sharing what he had been able to find out about the call Carlos had been responding to, and how his boss suspected that Carlos and Mitchell had been led into an ambush by some cops they had been helping IA investigate. While T.K. had recalled in painful detail everything his mind remembered or had just picked up during Carlos' call. Then they had all gone their separate ways to search in their assigned quadrants.

20 minutes into the search, Marjan, Paul and Mateo had found Mitchell, shot and unconscious on the side of the Colorado River Park Wildlife Sanctuary. Her pulse had been weak but she was alive, so another ambulance had transported her to the hospital and now she was in surgery. Tommy and Nancy wanting to stay behind so they could be the ones to treat Carlos once they found him.

But another half hour of desperate shouting had yielded nothing, and no one had any idea if they were even close to locating Carlos or if they had dumped his body farther away.

"We will find him. Your boy's strong. He will hold on for us. For you," Judd said softly, coming to stand near T.K. and offering him a bottle of water. The relenting sun had not yet lowered all the way down and the summer heat was taking its toll in all of them.

"But you didn't hear him, Judd. He sounded so hurt, and so weak," T.K. mumbled, "how can you be sure?" He finished, daring but terrified, to sound hopeful.

"Because he has you. When our car went into the water, Grace was trapped and I couldn't get her out. But she held on because she knew I was waiting for her on the other side. And Carlos knows that too. So he will fight, he will fight with everything that he has to get back to you."

"But sometimes that's not enough," T.K. said more to himself than to the man standing beside him.

"Don't you think I know that, brother?" Judd challenged, fighting memories of his old team and the wives, husbands and children they had been forced to leave behind. "But sometimes it has to be enough. And we just ought to believe it. Believe that there's someone up there willing to bend the hands of time for us. Give Carlos a little longer so we can find him on time. So, let's go. Time to keep searching."

T.K. just nodded at that, following Judd as they continued to search in their assigned section. But even as he shouted Carlos' name over and over again, he felt himself losing hope. And at that moment, T.K. could only wish that he shared some of Judd's faith. Because when rationality tells you that your boyfriend had probably already bled out, the belief in some higher power granting you a miracle is one of the few things that can help keep you going.

And with that thought, T.K. began to silently pray. Barely remembering the words he had been taught as a young child, but saying them as best as he could, as he begged to any God willing to listen to please save Carlos. Not for himself, because T.K. doubted he deserved pity from any deities, and all his miracles had already been used the times he hadn't died after overdosing, but for Carlos himself, because the man was too young, too good, and too pure, and just didn't deserve to die so soon.

-x-x-x-

"Carlos, abre los ojos," Gabriel Reyes ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Carlos said, trying to sound stronger than he felt. And following his father's commanding voice, he had no choice but to follow the order. Looking up at his father from eyes at half-mast, Carlos rapidly blinked a few times as he tried to clear the blood that had slid into his eyes from what he assumed was a wound somewhere on his head. Stifling a groan, Carlos then tried to find a more comfortable position. Which he should have realized was an impossible task when you were lying face down in some kind of ditch. "Sorry," he muttered. Missing the comforting presence of his mother, and not wanting his father's disapproving voice to be the last thing he heard, even when he knew it was only happening in his mind.

"I didn't raise you to give up so easily. No son of mine is a quitter, Carlos Reyes. And you didn't follow in my footsteps just to die on the shore. So open your eyes and fight like a Reyes," Gabriel continued to push.

Tanto nadar para morir en la orilla. His dad's words made Carlos remember the family saying his mother used to tell him all the time when he was a child wanting to quit something and she wanted him to try very hard and not give up just before he made it. Ignoring the agonizing pain he was feeling, Carlos allowed himself a brief smile, recalling his mama's voice saying the words when he had wanted to quit futbol after a bad season, or when he fell off a horse when he was learning to ride at his abuelo's ranch and angrily said that he would never ride again. And even as an adult when he had sometimes questioned his desire to become a cop.

Drawing strength from all those times he had succeeded after hearing his mother say those words, Carlos set his hands under his body and pushed himself slightly up, managing to turn himself around, before collapsing onto his back. Staring at the sky, Carlos gasped for breath, but felt better just by the fact he was no longer face down practically eating dirt.

"That's my boy," Gabriel boasted, making Carlos's face scrunch in confusion partially because he thought his dad sounded proud, or maybe that was wishful thinking brought upon by the blood loss, but also just by the fact his father was still there at all. "We're coming, mijo. You just have to hold on and be ready. Then the hospital will patch you up and your mama is going to take you to the ranch and cook her famous hervido for you, you know that soup can even raise the dead. So, please Carlos, just hold on for a little while longer."

"I'll try, dad. But if not, just know that I did fight. With everything I've got," Carlos said desperately, choking on his own sobs when he looked up and realized his father was no longer there. So now he could only hope that his family and boyfriend would really know that he had given it his all. Alone again, Carlos' lips began to move in a silent prayer,  as his hand instinctively reached for the Rosary he always carried around his neck, under his uniform shirt, the one his mother had given him the same night he graduated from the academy.

-x-x-x-

"Carlos!"

Carlos opened his eyes and gasped, "please no," he whispered, knowing he wouldn't be able to take another hallucination, especially if this one was T.K.

"Carlos!"

Desperate to get away, Carlos shut his eyes and shocked his eyes, grunting when the movement increased his agony.

"Carlos!"

T.K's voice shouted again, closer this time, and curiosity got the better of him, so Carlos reopened his eyes. He could see what he thought were flashlights in the distance, and now that he focused more on his surroundings, he recognized different voices alongside his boyfriend's, one clearly belonging to his father. All shouting his name.

Remembering his father's promise that they were coming, Carlos swallowed a few times to relieve his dry throat before he put his faith in the hands of God. If this was another hallucination it would probably break him, but if it wasn't it could mean salvation.

"T.K, here, I'm here!" Carlos shouted, using all of his remaining strength, "T.K, dad, please help," he ended up in a whisper, coughing and choking on a mouthful of blood.

Seconds stretched into minutes and Carlos tried to call again but his voice wouldn't come out any higher than a weak whimper. But seeing the flashlights move farther away, Carlos gathered the remaining of his strength and shouted his boyfriend's name one last time.

-x-x-x-

"T.K," the unmistakable voice of his boyfriend called back and T.K. whirled around desperate to find its source.

Looking down at the river, T.K. gasped as soon as he noticed a shoe coming out from some bushes, a hand a little farther away hanging limply into the water. Terrified of what he would find, but placing all of his hopes and dreams on the fact that he had heard Carlos' voice so that meant he was still alive, T.K. ran to the waterfront, sliding on the rocky shore and getting his clothes wet. But not caring at all.

Reaching inside the shrub, T.K. pushed the overgrown branches away and almost had another near panic attack as soon as his eyes landed on Carlos. He was lying on his back, looking paler than T.K. had ever seen him and covered in more blood than should be okay to have outside once body, but T.K. ignored it all and focused instead on his barely open eyes and the slight fall and rise of his chest. But still needing a bigger reassurance, T.K. moved his hands to Carlos' pulse point and felt his eyes cloud with tears as soon as he felt something, because Carlos was really alive, and this near disaster would one day just be another almost finale in their histories.

"I found him. Gabriel, Judd, dad, I found him!" T.K. shouted as hard as he could before turning back to his boyfriend, and kneeling down next to him. "Babe, I'm here. You're going to be okay. Nancy and Tommy are here. My dad, and your dad, too. Everyone is here. You will be okay, you will be okay. I promise," T.K. began rambling, not sure if he was trying to convince himself or Carlos, but he didn't think that mattered.

Carlos said nothing, just continued to stare wide-eyed at T.K.

"Tell me what hurts, what happened?" T.K. asked, already moving his hands to stop the blood of flow from the very obvious gunshot wound on Carlos' side. But there appeared to be another gunshot, or maybe stab wound on his other side, and Carlos was generally bruised all over, and T.K. only had two hands to work with, so he turned around and shouted again. "Help, we need help!"

"Are you really here?"  Carlos whispered, lip quivering as he reached with a trembling hand and grabbed T.K's shirt.

"What?" T.K asked confused, before he recognized the fear in Carlos' eyes. "Carlos, baby, I'm here, I promise." He then grabbed Carlos' hand and set it over his heart, hoping the beat would help ground him.

"You found me," Carlos cried, "you really found me." He sounded incredulous and it broke T.K's heart that the usually stoic officer had seemingly given up.

"I'll always find you, Carlos. Always. So don't ever say goodbye to me again," T.K, promised, but any other words were cut short as soon as the rest of the search party finally reached them. Judd grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back as Nancy and Tommy got right to work. They packed the wounds, and set Carlos on oxygen, a heart monitor and IV, while Marjan, Paul and Mateo fumbled with the stretcher on the sandy shore and Owen drove the ambulance, trying to park it as close as possible. Gabriel and the Rangers standing to the side as they let the paramedics and firefighters work, knowing their time would come later when they brought to justice every dirty cop involved in what had happened to Carlos and Mitchell.

And at that moment T.K. realized that for as long as he loved, he would never really know the extent of fear and loss. Because the more you love, the more you fear what you have to lose. But seeing his team, his family, rally around him and his boyfriend, and noticing how Carlos was oblivious to everything going on around him, his eyes instead glued to his, T.K. knew that he wouldn't change this for anything. So, every day, he would gladly deal with the uncertainty and dangers of their jobs, the fear of the unknown and the threat of loss, and just continue hoping that they had many more almosts to live through.

And as Tommy and Nancy finished their work and loaded Carlos into the stretcher, T.K's eyes landed on Carlos's phone discarded to the side, sprinkled with droplets of water but still mostly dry. The sight brought a new wave of panic to T.K. as he thought back to the call, and he had the sudden urge to throw it into the river, but T.K. remembered the many pictures of the two that it contained and which he wasn't sure Carlos had backed up, so he just shook his head and picked it up. Dropping the phone inside his pocket, T.K. sighed and followed everyone towards the ambulance.

-x-x-x-

"Mami, come on, I can get out of the car on my own," Carlos grumbled, pulling his arm away from his mother. "And I don't need help carrying my bag either. I'm okay, really. You don't need to fuss over me."

"You were just shot, Carlitos. Also beaten and stabbed. And you had surgery and spent almost two weeks in the hospital. You and your partner are both lucky to be alive," Andrea chided, making another attempt to grab Carlos' hand and snatching the bag from his son. "Besides, I'm your mother, it's my job to fuss over you."

"Not anymore, I have T.K. for that now," Carlos said, a mischievous smile on his face as he finally relented, letting his mother guide him out of the car and toward the entrance to the main house in the Reyes Ranch.

"I don't fuss," T.K. squealed indictantly, stepping out of the other side of the SUV.

"You do," Carlos, Andrea and Gabriel responded at the same time.

"I don't," T.K. protested.

"In the hospital you were getting up every five minutes to fluff Carlos' pillows," Gabriel said.

"And you kept offering a cup of water with the bendy straw and another blanket every time Carlos woke up," Andrea added.

"Not to say you threatened to call the nurses every time I so much as breathed the wrong way," Carlos finished.

T.K. could say nothing to that, so instead he grunted and moved to the trunk to grab the groceries they just bought on the way from the hospital. "I wonder if it is too late to call the station and ask to get back on tomorrow's shift," he mumbled under his breath, still pouting as the Reyes family ganged up on him.

"None of that, T.K. You're staying here with us. I was very glad to hear you requested a week off work to help Carlitos. I was starting to get a little bit jealous with you three bonding alone every time one of you gets hurt," Andrea said, the worry hidden behind her words evident, even as she tried to sound lighthearted. "And speaking of which, I don't want any more of that. You two have already gotten hurt enough to last me a lifetime. So no more gunshot or stabbing wounds, concussions or kidnappings," she warned.

"Sí, mami," Carlos easily agreed, knowing he could never really promise her that but still wanting to alleviate her fears.

"All this worrying and hospital visits are taking years off my life, mijo. You have to take better care of yourself. You know your Tía Emilia made it to 103 and she didn't do so by worrying so much!" Andrea continued to chastise her son, even as she leaned forward to press a kiss on his forehead. "And the other day I found a grey hair, could you believe that? Reyes women don't get canas, Carlitos."

"Enough of that, Andrea. Leave the boy alone, Carlos has had a long week and he needs to rest," Gabriel said, taking pity on his son. "And we don't want them running away to that condo of his, so let's not push too much." Taking Carlos' bags from his wife, Gabriel kissed her on the cheek before he ushered everyone inside.

"Don't worry, Sir. We're not leaving. I keep hearing about Andrea's famous hervido and I can't wait to try it," T.K. said cheerfully.

"Suck-up," Carlos mumbled under his breath.

"I would never," T.K whispered back, "give me those, Mr. Reyes, I can carry them for you," he added, louder this time, moving to grab the bags, even as his hands were already almost full with the groceries.

Carlos could only roll his eyes, even as the corner of his lip twitched upward. His heart bursting with love and gratitude as he saw the effort T.K. was putting into getting to know his parents.

"Come mijo, come sit on the couch and I'll bring some blankets for you," Andrea said, pulling Carlos away from his thoughts and into the house. "T.K, just set the groceries on the kitchen counter and I'll be right there. You boys can rest while Gabriel helps me chop the veggies. I will prepare a snack while the soup is ready."

"Andrea, leave the boys alone. I'm sure Carlos can get his own blanket and if not he can ask T.K. for help," Gabriel said in practiced ease, pushing his wife towards the kitchen and chuckling as his son mouthed a silent thank you.

"Thanks for being here," Carlos said softly, as he carefully lowered himself onto the couch, barely suppressing a grunt as his stitches pulled.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be, Carlitos," T.K. said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief, even as he continued to hover close, trying not to fuss over his boyfriend but at the ready in case he needed something.

Carlos grunted but said nothing, and just threw a pillow, hitting T.K. on the side of the head.

"I mean it. For a moment there, I thought I would never see you again, and I've never been so scared in my life," T.K. whispered, completely serious now and his eyes glistening with tears.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, you know I would never leave you willingly. Thank you for not giving up on me and continuing to search, thank you for finding me," Carlos whispered back, drawing T.K. to him and slowly wiping the tears from his eyes before his hands moved to cup his face and their lips crashed into each other.

"You have never given up on me, Carlos. And God knows I have given you ample reason, especially in the beginning. But now I'm here for the long run, if you would have me," T.K said sincerely, pulling back for a second before he moved forward again, deepening the kiss and pouring all his fears, relief and love into that one gesture.

"I would have you for all this lifetime and any other," Carlos murmured against his lips, "and I think my parents would agree. You're fitting in nicely as a Reyes."

"I like the sound of that, but I think my dad would have something to say about it and argue that you'd look good as a Strand too," T.K. said, surprising himself because the meaning of what their words were implying wasn't scaring him as much as he would have thought.

"Well, we can figure that out later, right? We have time," Carlos asked hopefully, remembering T.K's reaction the first time he had cooked them dinner and scared to push, but also happy that T.K. seemed open to the same future he dreamed for the two of them.

"We have all the time in the world, babe. Now time to rest," T.K promised, kissing Carlos one last time before he pushed them both down onto the couch. Carlos' head instantly coming to rest on T.K's shoulder as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out. Both T.K. and Carlos falling asleep within minutes, with Gabriel and Andrea, unbeknown to the pair, looking at them from the kitchen with big, hopeful smiles on their faces. Turns out Carlos and T.K. aren't the only ones with big dreams involving a joined Reyes-Strand family sometime in the near future.

[myster-tea]

bored so story shit

here is how scorpion and suki met cause E:

so they first met as kiddos with suki chillin in a tree, seeing smol scorpion and pouncing on him. After suki figured out that he isn't a threat they slowly became friends! Scorpion as a child may have accidentally killed his parents sooo he lived with his aunt and uncle who were not good at taking care of a child. Cara (unknown and red’s adopted mother) tried adopting Scorpion but according to scorpion’s village or whatever he cant leave there until hes 18 even if he has almost  d  i   e  d multiple times. Cara literally had to burn down her house, move to another house far away, teleport the half dead kid scorpion to her and his aunt STILL got scorpion back. One day something happens so red, cara and unknown dont see scorpion until they are older. Then when Scorpion is now i think around his late 20s? He runs into Himiko, The now girlfriend of Ryan who runs a villain group with no name. Himiko takes Scorpions mask cause idk, they fight over it for a few minutes and then Himiko finally gives up out of boredom and gives him the mask back. They make up and are ok now, Himiko is like “ hey wanna join this villain organization?” and scorpion is like “k sure that sounds pog” So he joins, meets everyone. Blaze; The younger brother of Ryan, Himiko; zombie gurl that just showed up one day and no one knows where the fuck she came from, and Ryan; The leader of this villain thing. They go on a mini hunting trip, almost get caught by some fancy police officers (knights) go back to base, sleep. oh no, himiko disappeared!! :0

she was caught by the villain circus. So Milo shows up while Blaze,Ryan and Scorpion are searching for her and they are like “ hey what the f u q did you do with zombie gurl” And milo is like “ fuq yall i aint telling ya S H I T” Scorpion and Milo fight for what feels like forever while Ryan and Blaze just stand there.

Milo finally gives up after the two of them’s “got ur mask u b i t c h” battle. They say that Someone named Unknown Took himiko. So they yeet milo into a pocket void thing that scorpion just casually has. And they walk towards the hospital that unknown “worked” at. Blaze i think just left  cause hes not mentioned for the rest of this scene. Ryan casually simps for unknown while scorpion just is like “*asexual&aromantic silence*” he yeets unknown into the void and yeets milo out, knocking him- OH FUCK NO HE DIDN'T YEET MILO HE DRAGGED MILO NEVERMIND IM STUPID ._. so he still yetted unknown but not milo. They go to get himiko back, who is almost dead (i know shes a zombie but she can still like- die?? its hard to explain.) they go back to the base, himiko heals, they all chill. Scorpion gets a bad dream and is like “i'm gonna peace out for a sec” everyone is like “k pog whatever as long as you don't get us killed” S scorpion forgets about the enemy in the void. So hes like “ oh fuck you're still here” and suki is like “yes, i fuckin am, it sucks” So they kinda just trauma bond for an hour. He figures out that Suki is mind controlled by the evil axolotl man (aka aqua) and scorpion tries to break the mind control after suki explains the weird ass emotions thing list that breaks mind control. Suki is about to just say adios to herself like “aye pain is the last resort so b y e e e e e” and scorpion is like “ no bitch u livin” Aqua controls unknown and is like “ mfer nothins workinnnnnnnnn” “ time to just say adios”

Long story short they just end up kissing in the trauma bond void.

everything is pog shes not controlled anymore.

Suki ends up saying bye bitches to the circus and joins scorpion’s side.

they end up having to go to the circus and get the kids (raz and daz) so they join too and they all chill with ryan,himiko,and blaze.

Suki is like “ hey scorpion i like u”

and scorpion is like “ BOI I CANT LIKE YA BACK SO W H Y’

and suki is just like “ cause u cute and u helped me a lot”

So they get some magic jewelry to let scorpion feel romantic traction, no one knows if its just romantic attraction but whatever.

Scorpion puts on the necklace and just passes out for a few seconds. and after a while they start dating. and now that i think about it Unknown kinda just did a conversion camp thing on scorpion but we are just gonna ignore that. 

They date for a while and are wholesome as fuq. Scorpion has this weird ass dream that somehow Suki is in as well. They figure out they were actually childhood friends so thats pog. After a year or so they get married but how scorpion proposed was now with a ring orlike going to a nice place. He literally woke up, Pinned suki down, and was like “wanna marry me?” and suki is confused as fuck and is like “uhhhh suuuure???” scorpions like “k pog” and falls back asleep. like it was just super casual and i think that's hilarious. They get married after someone at their wedding tries to kill suki. Then a few days after the wedding Suki comes back to the base after work holding a whole ass b a b y (who was arlo) Scorpion is like “SUKI WE DON'T NEED MORE KIDS” and Suki is like “ I DON'T CARE THIS CHILD IS NOW OUR SON” scorpion warmed up to arlo after a while and everyone joked about arlo being their actual like- biological child and every time the villain parents got super defensive about it while arlo is like “ why must i be a joke QwQ” 

arlo grows up and that's where we are currently in the story! 

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Somos Familia Ch 45: Shantytown

The flight wasn’t a long one given how surprisingly fast Frangipani was able to fly, and soon she descended down upon an ancient Aztec pyramid. Unlike the rest of the city, with its dazzling lights and colors, the pyramid was cold and void of anything magical. Pieces had chipped and crumbled off and there was an ominous presence in the air. For the first time since coming to the Land of the Dead, Héctor finally felt like he was in a place of devoid of life.

In a show of good grace Frangipani did not let Héctor make a fool of himself by trying to climb down her side since it was such a hassle getting up. Instead she slowly shrank herself like a deflating balloon until she was the size of housecat, prancing off between his and Leti’s legs with Dante happily trailing after and barking at his friend. Héctor was grateful for that, but Frangipani’s large mass had done it’s damage and he was left with a huge case of saddle soreness. He wobbled around bowlegged trying to work out the kinks in his legs, wincing and hissing with each step.

Hearing Leti giggle at his predicament, Héctor gave her a playful glare. “Don’t laugh. I’ve got old bones.”

Leti shook her head with a smile. “You’ve got old muscles. Once we get down to Shantytown, then you’ll really see some old bones.”

“Shantytown, eh?” Héctor asked warily, stretching his leg out one final time as he peered down into the dark shadows below. He could hear water splashing faintly against the rocks and could already smell the mildew from all the way up top. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Ernesto is down there?”

“Uh huh!” Leti nodded, “Every Dia de Muertos Tio Nesto always gives a portion of his offerings to the people of Shantytown. And he always makes a grand speech and visits with everyone. He’s definitely down there!”

Héctor remembered well how he could usually tell that his daughter was lying. She would always talk extra brightly, smile just a little too widely. This time was no exception, and her new skeletal grin just made her smile wore wider. Or rather, this time it was like a lie mixed with the truth. Apparently this would be something Ernesto would do; he was sometimes charitable in life. Not as much as he and Imelda were, but for Ernesto each charitable moment was a triumph in his opinion.

“Okay.” Héctor nodded, grimacing again at the bleak murkiness below. “Seems kind of shady though.”

“Oh, I’ve been here loads of times, Papá.” Leti reassured him. “It may look scary and depressing… well it is depressing, but the people here are more friendly than anyone else. You’ll see. And we’ll get down that way.”

Héctor looked over to where she was pointing and gave a soft ‘huh’ in surprise. There, situated at the top of this ancient pyramid, was an escalator. It stood out against it’s surrounding so badly that Héctor felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. Seeing her father’s confusion Leti explained. “Oh, Tio Nesto had that installed a few years ago. Comes in handy, especially those with brittle bones.”

Héctor was puzzled. “You can still get brittle bones after you’re dead?”

“Oh sure.” Leti said. “Brittle, broken, ground to powder, stolen, misplaced. Just depends on how long you’ve been dead of if you are being forgotten. But anyway, the escalator helps those kind of people in need. Come on!”

All four of them walked toward the top of the moving staircase, Frangipani shrinking even more to her initial tiny size before plopping down onto Leti’s shoulder. Before Leti could reach for the handrail, however, a high-pitched whine stopped them. Turning back around they saw Dante sitting several feet away from them, head lowered and eyes looking pitifully afraid. A click of the tongue could not get him to budge, nor did the gently nudge from behind when Héctor went to fetch him. Dante just kept looking wide-eyed at the grinding metal plates before him, just waiting to slice of sensitive pads of the feet.

“Aww, he’s afraid of the escalator Papá.” Leti cooed, and even Frangipani gave a simpering little toot of compassion. “Looks like you’re going to have to carry him the whole way down.”

“Wha-?” Héctor started to protest, but three pairs of huge pouting eyes stopped him from saying anymore. With a groan of disgust he reached down to pick up Dante, difficult to do due his bony limbs and squirming body, but finally was able to hold him in an awkward spooning position. “Happy now, pelón?” he asked, and his answer was a happy slurp across the cheek.

It must have been a sight to see: A guitar-wielding old man carrying a dog like a small child, while with his skeleton daughter had an elephant on her shoulder, all riding down an escalator in awkward silence. It actually was pretty funny of one thought about it. Luckily, no one was there to see them, at least until midway down the giant pyramid. On the opposite escalator going up Héctor could see two figures emerging from the mist. Leti did too and with a gasp of surprise she started to wave. “Mama Chavela! Mama Rocío! Como estas?!”

“Hola, nieta!”

As the two parties drew closer together, Héctor saw that they were two skeletal old ladies. Both were dressed in faded gowns that looks as though they had been patched and mended several times over the years. Both were holding two baskets each that were overflowing with breads, fruits and vegetables and one lady had a small guitar strapped to her back.

Even closer still Héctor could see that these ladies were not like the skeletons he had already seen. Instead of the clean pearly white bones he had come accustomed to, these bones were dull and gray. And, just like Leti had said before, some places were chipped off and scratched. One woman even had part on her jaw broken off and held in place with a strand of wire. Héctor was slightly taken aback by the ladies run down looks, but Leti paid them no mind.

“Looks like you both got a good haul this year!” she said.

“Oh yes! We’re on our way to the trade show right now while the good items are still out.” One of the ladies said, shifting the baskets onto her hipbones for more support.

“Who’s your handsome young friend, Leticia?” The other asked.

“This is my Papá! He’s been cursed and we need to get a blessing from Tio Nesto or else he’ll die at sunrise.”

“Oh that’s nice dear.”

“Have fun tonight!”

“Adios!” Leti waved them goodbye as they finally passed each other up. Continuing down on their journey, Leti shrugged a little. “They’re a little batty, but still very nice. And Mama Rocío makes the best Shantytown ponche for Los Posadas.”

“Why did they call you nieta?” Héctor asked.

“Oh, heh. It’s just a term of endearment.” Leti said. “See, Shantytown is full of the nearly forgotten. They have no family, no ofrendas, no homes. So they all bundled together and made their own family with each other. And I’m an honorary member since I’m not forgotten yet, but I come here all the time.”

“So those ladies looked like that because they’re nearly forgotten.”

“Si. This whole place runs on memories, Papá. The more well remembered you are the longer you get to stay here. But, in the end, if no one remembers you… You just… go…”

The way Leti trailed off, so sad all of a sudden, didn’t sit well with Héctor at all. In fact he was starting to grow afraid. “Go where?” he was hesitant to ask.

“No one knows.” she said. “It’s called the Final Death.”

“Wait a minute! You can die again?!” Héctor was appalled. “No! I… I couldn’t watch you die again! I can’t.”

“Everyone gets forgotten eventually, Papá.” Leti reassured, and then actually had the nerve to get a little cocky. “Besides, I’m the tragic daughter lost from one of the richest families in Mexico. I’ll stick around for a while yet.”

It didn’t seem to make sense to Héctor at all, the way everyone was so nonchalant about the fact that they were dead and could die again at the drop of a hat. Even his own daughter was making jokes about it. If he were the one on the verge of being forgotten he would be an inconsolable mess, probably unable to do anything other than curl up in a ball and wait for the inevitable.

But as they reached the end of the escalator he was surprised to see that Shantytown didn’t look like the wretched, miserable place that it looked from above the mists. There was loud music playing, unfortunately, and laughter and all other sorts of rabble. Behind the giant stone arch there were bright lights shining through and Héctor could see papel picado hung up. Confetti and golden flower petals were strewn about all over the ground.

And there was one other thing.

Shantytown actually looked… nice.

It was on the water, which explained the musky smell, but the houses there were less like shanties and more like riverside condos. Several floors high and stacked as haphazardly as every other building in this realm, but much more sturdy. All painted a warm brown color and with beautiful murals on every other wall, high archways and clean clay tiles on the roofs.

The was a walkway that wove through the water and connected all of the houses together, made out of concrete and cobblestones with lamps illuminating the way down. All in all it looked like a very nice place to live and a realtor’s dream location.

Again, Héctor was confused. “Uh… Shanty-town?”

Leti nodded. “Yeah, the name has stuck but believe me that this place was worse years ago. Rotting wood and pallets, rusted sheet metal, garbage everywhere. It was a terrible place to spend the last few days before the Final Death. But Tio Nesto got several other celebrities and wealthy citizens to pitch in and completely remodel the place!”

“It’s very nice.” Héctor admitted as he put Dante down on the ground. As he released him Héctor grimaced when he looked at his hands. The were completely skeletal now and reaching well past the wrist.

Leti smiled appreciatively, but then sniffed the air like a snob. “Well, I still say it’s a work in progress.” And Héctor laughed at that.

Several skeletons wandered all over it, going to neighbors houses with arms full of the same offerings as the two old ladies. They all seemed to be converging onto one spot in the middle of town, though. It was a much larger area, but still too small to be considered a plaza, but big enough to hold a huge pile of offerings stacked as high as some of the buildings. An absolute mammoth amount of bread, vegetables and fruits, cooked meats and musical instruments piled in a somewhat strategic manner so that it didn’t topple into the water below. But it was clear that it had been slowly picked away as the minutes passed, and currently there were around a dozen other Shantytown skeletons situated around it passing out offerings.

“Oye, Paola. I managed to save you some grapefruit this time. I know you missed out on them last year.”

“Three guitars? What are you trying to do, Primo? Start a band? Have some more food instead.”

“Señor de la Cruz must hate bananas because we’ve got tons of them! Caramelize ‘em, mash ‘em, make ‘em into bread. A very versatile fruit, c’mon don’t be shy!”

‘He does hate bananas’ Héctor thought with a wry grin. ‘No wonder he’d give them all away-… Wait.’

“This is a lot of offerings.” Héctor said as he watched a small boy tuck in eagerly to the shiny red apple that was atop his own pile of goodies. “I’m surprised he’d just give it all away.”

“Nah, just a tiny bit.” Leti said. “But, in Tio Nesto’s case, a tiny bit means an entire mountain! Speaking of… Oye, Tío Jaime!”

One of the skeletons handing out offerings, who was no older than twenty but looked like he had osteoporosis in every visible bone, smiled as Leti came up to him. “Hola, Leti. You’re here awful early tonight. Did you already visit your family?”

“Si, but not as long as I would have liked. As you can see…” She gestured to Héctor, and when Jaime looked towards him his eyes bugged out a little. “…I have a bit of a problem.”

“Santa Maria…” Jaime breathed out, and soon every skeleton was looking at Héctor again astonishment. A couple of jaws even fell off and splashed into the water. Héctor just cringed out a smile and waved to them all. “Espera… Is that Héctor Rivera? Your papá?”

Leti walked to Héctor and grabbed him by the wrist to hold his hand up as high as she could, showing off the shiny white bones that were exposed. “My papá has been cursed, and he needs a blessing from Tio Nesto before sunrise. Is he still here?”

Jaime winced and shrugged his shoulder, making an unsettling crack and pop at the slight movement. “Sorry, Leti. He was here, but after he presented us with his offerings he left. That was about half an hour ago, so he’s probably off to the party at his mansion.”

Héctor felt his chest sink at the thought that the trip to Shantytown had been a complete waste of time and now he was more cursed than before. Rolling up his sleeve he groaned at the sight of his ulna and radius making an unwelcome appearance. Bending down to Leti’s height he whispered into her phantom ear. “Mija, the curse is spreading pretty quickly. Maybe we ought to hurry things up and-”

“Well shucks!” Leti placed her hands onto her hips and comically pouted. “Looks like he’s gone already! Isn’t that just the luck? Phooey!” Then she looked up and gave Héctor a cloyingly sweet smile with too many teeth. “Before we go though, can we go see a friend of mine?”

Héctor blinked in confusion, then held out his bare arm for Leti to see. “Leticia, I don’t have time to see anyone else. I need to see Ernesto.”

Grabbing his hand and already starting to tug him away from the pile, Leti just waved him off. “Sunrise isn’t for another five and a half hours, and this will only take a few minutes. While we’re here we might as well make the most of it. Kill two birds with one stone, si?

“Two birds? What’s the second bird? Wait a moment! Leticia!”

Despite the dangerous nature of the situation Héctor let himself be dragged a ways by Leti as well as pushed by Dante and Frangipani. Maybe it was because he had just been reunited with his long dead daughter and could refuse her nothing at the moment. Maybe he was slightly curious to see what other new discovery awaited him in this new and exciting environment. But the real reason, probably, was because Héctor was somewhat desperate for any excuse to not see Ernesto as soon as possible. He didn’t want to think what would happen if he did lay eyes on him.

As they continued on Héctor could see where the restoration of Shantytown had stopped. The pristine building transitioned to scaffolding, paint buckets and blocks of concrete with yellow warning tape wrapped around it. All abandoned in favor of the holiday, Héctor presumed.

And past that was the slum that Héctor had in mind.

It was just as Leti had said: Rotting wood and rusted metal. The only thing that had been completed and stood out like a sour thumb was the walkway they were on, but even then the shanties were connected to it by moldy, broken planks. Leti just shrugged up at Héctor. “I told you it was a work in progress.”

With a skip and a wobbly jump they all made it into one such shanty, Leti knocking on the wooden wall and pulling open a moth-eaten blanket that served as a divider to the one room home.

“Buenas noches, Nieve! I thought I might find you here!”

“Of course you found me here.” A sullen female voice said. “Where else would I be?”

Holding up one finger to tell Héctor to wait there, Leti walked further in with a giggle. “Well, you could be out there getting some of Tio Nesto’s offerings. You’d better hurry before all the grapes are gone. You love grapes.”

Now Héctor was really curious as to see who his daughter was talking to and why. Staying put he carefully pulled back the curtain slightly to peek out. Standing there with Leti was another young girl, a teenage one at that, standing by an open window looking out. She was wearing a tattered blue shirt, a gray skirt and a dingy straw hat. She was barefoot and a little dirty, but Héctor noticed that she didn’t seem as run down as everyone else in Shantytown. Her bones were still a nice cream color.

But her eyes. They looked so sad and angry all at once. And they held a wisdom in them that only came with either a rough life or, given her young stature the passage of time. Héctor knew that he was really looking at an old soul. An elderly woman trapped in the body of a child. She had been dead for quite a while.

“I don’t want any of that stuff, I just want to be alone tonight.” the girl, Nieve apparently, said. “Why are you here anyway? Why aren’t you with your family?”

Leti shuffled her shoes against the dirty floorboards and smiled. “Oh you know, some stuff happened. One thing led to another, that sort of thing. But I get it: You don’t want any of Tio Nesto’s offerings. But it is Dia de Muertos, and everyone deserves a little something, sooo… I brought you an offering of my own!”

Nieve then turned to her, and Héctor saw her look at Leti in anger. “You didn’t go to my ofrenda, did you? I told you I want nothing to do with that man or anything else he gives me.”

‘Ah, so that’s why she’s different.’ Héctor thought. ‘She’s not being forgotten. But then… why is she here?’

“No, no!” Leti reassured her. “I would never do that to you! No, but my offering is a man. Someone I know you’ve been dying to meet for years, figuratively speaking.” Walking back to the curtain Leti pulled it aside to show Héctor in full form. “Okay, you can come in now.”

Héctor walked slowly, not wanting to shock the poor girl with the sight of a living, fleshed out man. Nieve was slightly taken aback by his appearance at first, but then recognition kicked in and the girl’s eyes widened. She just stared at him in shock, not saying a word. Héctor shifted the guitar on his back awkwardly and gave a small grin. “Hola.”

She still said nothing. Just stared at him some more in amazement and a little fear.

“Nieve, let me introduce you to my Papá, Héctor Rivera.” Leti said as she pulled Héctor closer to Nieve. “Papá, this is Nieve Mendoza, and she is a very close friend of mine! And she’s always asking about you constantly!”

“Oh, I see.” “Héctor said. “Are you a fan?”

That seemed to jumpstart Nieve’s brain, and she croaked out. “N-no, I’m just… are you dead?”

“Nope, just cursed!” Leti said. “We have to get Tio Nesto’s blessing but sunrise or else he’ll be stuck here.” Raising up Héctor’s wrist again, she showed Nieve his bony hand. “See?”

Anger came back full force and Nieve hissed out, “You idiot! He’s on a timeclock and you waste his time by coming here. You need to get him to de la Cruz now before it’s too late!”

Leti was crushed. “But I thought you said you wanted to see him as soon as got here! Well now he’s here!”

“Never mind what I want! He needs to get a blessing now! So get out, both of you!”

“But don’t you want to talk to him?”

“No! I don’t!”

“Please, Abuelita! He’s your-”

“BASTA!”

……..

……..

There was a silence that hung heavy in the air now, both girls panting softly and both looking at Héctor with trepidation. Héctor was now shocked into silence, his mind not quite working out what was happening in such a short amount of time. Nieve pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed harshly. “Leticia…”

“I’m so sorry, Nieve!” Leti said. “I didn’t mean to call you Abuelita. It just slipped out!”

Nieve glared hard at Leti. “Oh really? Because this is the first time in twenty years that you have ever called me Abuelita.”

“Oh, is it? Well then… oops?” Leti smiled widely, in that way Héctor remembered she used to do when caught in a lie.

“You little…” Nieve growled.

“Another term of endearment, mija?” Héctor asked.

Both girls looked at him, and Héctor grinned nervously. “Th-that’s what that was right? Because everyone in Shantytown is just one big family with different rolls and such… And it’s funny! Because you called her your grandmother even though she’s so young, right? I mean… Why else would you call her… that?”

Nieve didn’t look him in the eye anymore, couldn’t. She just stared down at the floor, looking sad and thoroughly ashamed. Leti bit her bottom lip and also couldn’t meet his eyes. Héctor still felt the smile on his face, but he could also feel the blood draining from it too. And suddenly it was hard to breathe.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Leti whispered and rushed out of the shanty as fast as she could.

Héctor didn’t even notice. He just kept staring at this young girl in front of him, looking at every detail of her face to find… he didn’t exactly know what. Similarities? It was hard since she didn’t have any skin to look for dimples or curves of lips or anything like that.

She did have sharp cheekbones, though. Just like he did…

Finally Nieve looked up at him, her features schooled into a more neutral expression. Bending down she picked up an old wooden crate, walked over to him, and set it down in front of him. Then she turned back to the window and leaned against the railing. The exact same position that he first saw her in.

“Have a seat…”

[moceit]

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 14 Return of the Trollhunter

Now we begin the second half of season 1 (It’s actually season 2 but we don’t talk about that)

“Holy moly!”

Toby survives that.

“What the heck was-?”

“Huh?” We now return to your daily schedule bizarre adventures.

“Hop on!”

“Adios, fire cat”

“Hey, maybe save the jokes for when we aren’t gonna die” Well it sounded cool in his head.

“I can’t believe you took that stupid rock to your science class!”

“First, it’s not a rock. It’s a volcanic slag”

“And how was i suppose to know there was a flaming monster hiding in it?”

“You bought a magic rock off a troll named “Marvin the Monster Dealer” What did you think would happen, Tobes?” What happened before this moment?

“Um, Master Jim, you said this was a luminaire”

“When that is obviously an infernal hellheeti” Getting away with saying hell.

“Should i punch it?”

“Can i punch it?”

“Yes!” “No!”

“I was going to add, make sure you do not feed the fire by attacking it!”

“Opps” Punching doesn’t solve everything.

Jim uses Water Breathing. Tanjiro would be proud.

“Uh, guys, the fire hydrant-”

“Close enough”

Just keep walking.

Why is the opening still the same, even though Bular is dead now?

“Morning mom”

“Hi”

“Made your favorite breakfast”

“Sorry, kiddo, in a rush”

Should i be glad that Miraculous Ladybug doesn’t have something like this? It would be painful to watch. Fortunately, everyone in Miraculous Ladybug is stupid.

“I mean, it’s been like a month” Wait it’s been a month since last episode? So what have they been doing in a month?

“I don’t know how to fix this unless i tell her the truth”

“But if i do, they’ll send me to the crazy house” Hey, you told Claire, and she didn’t send you to the crazy house. Well she was tempted to do that cause you weren’t making any sense, but she didn’t.

“They fixed your tooth” Why did it take this long for Steve’s tooth to get fixed? I doubt all of the first half happened in a single month.

“I heard he was run out of town by the mob”

“I heard he got a mail-order bride and moved to North Korea”

“As if. Where do you think Mr. Strickler went, Jimmy-Jam. After all, he was dating your mom”

“Why does everyone keep bringing this up?!”

“Guys, this is my brother, and NotEnrique’s driving me nuts”

“You know how many times i have to change him?”

“He knows how to use a toilet”

“He chooses the diaper” “Yeah? Well at least you didn’t have to shove your hand in stinking diapers, and have it still stink to this day” “Ugh. Why does it still still stink? Have you washed your hands?” “Yes! 100 times since i got home with my cold McDonald’s French Fries” “Well excuse me, prince” “It’s well excuse me, princess!” “Are you two gonna kiss right now?” “Shut up Toby!”

“You spend so much time with Lake, you’re practically swimming in him” That’s what she said.

“We’re just friends. End of story” Wait, did- Did Claire just Adrien Agrested Jim? Goddamn it Adrien! Your Just a Friending made it’s way to Arcadia and got Claire. I hope you’re happy.

“Okay, people, who can tell me what happened in the year 1989?”

“No, seriously, i don’t remember. It was a crazy year” Let’s see. What video games came out that year.

“Really, Palchuk? That’s it. I’m dating your mom” “No, no, wait!”

Okay hold on. Why does it take a month for Claire to see Trollmarket? Out-of-Universe reason i can understand. You want to do a one month skip, and we all want to Claire’s reaction to Trollmarket. Could you imagine Claire going to Trollmarket off-screen? We get a few mentions of it here and there, but we never see her full reaction. I can understand the out of universe reason. But what i don’t understand is the In-Universe reason. Like Jim told Claire the truth a month ago. There’s no reason to keep anything a secret with her. Like why? A month to progress all of this? Cause i think it would take Claire a week at most to take it all in. Slower than when J- Never mind.

“Now, you’re gonna want to start drawing a semi-circle”

“Oh! You have it. Okay, never mind” Easier than me drawing an actually circle.

“It’s... It’s lively. Shit that’s Aja’s thing!”

He pets.

“Jim told me you helped him face Draal”

“And slay Bular” Wait Jim explained the entire first half of the season to Claire? Where are the fucking fanfics?

“And that Vespa!”

“Best birthday ever. Except for the part where Jim gets chased by a Stalkling” “That is something i want to forget”

“You’ve read A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore?”

“Volumes 1 through 47 It took me a while to decipher the symbols”

“But once i got past the Fifth Declension, i started to get the hang of it” It’s embarrassing when your (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) girlfriend knows more about Troll Lore than you.

“She read the book!”

“She read the book! Master Jim, i love my daughter in law!” “Wait what?”

“She’s a flower” Mood.

Always have a drink before you continue.

“I accepted a human Trollhunter’

“And allowed the pudgy one to stay for moral support” Toby is the moral support boyfriend. Claire is the moral support girlfriend. See? Two different roles.

“But this? A third?”

“It’s an infestation!” Hey they’re not rabbits where they multiple every 5 seconds. Then again, Jim and Claire- Never mind again.

*Talks in Troll*

“She speaks Troll”

“And Trollmarket is honored to have you as well”

“Oh, Blinkous! If only the amulet had chosen such a learned and delightful fleshbag”

“Hey!” Trollhunter Claire au.

“That was awesome, Claire”

“Vendel loves you and he hates everyone!” I said it once, and i’ll say it again: Vendel is the most relatable character in this series.

Where did this light came from?

“Hopefully, this will give the girl some closure”

“She does understand why we cannot allow the bridge to open?”

“Well, you said it yourself, we’d be fools to open the bridge and risk letting Gunmar out”

“Right, Jim?”

“Oh, of course”

“We’d be crazy to do that“ Yeah... A crazy fool, heheheheh...

“Hey buddy, it’s your sis”

”Don’t you start thinking i’ve forgotten about you”

“We’re gonna get you back. I promise”

“See you soon, little chicharron”

*Cries in Troll*

“I need to share a word with our Trollhunter” That’s what it’‘s like when dad wants to talk to you alone. Then again, i don’t have a dad so...

“Hey, Draal? It’s strange, but i feel like i’ve seen you before. Have we met?” “Uh...”

“No. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else”

“Hate to be there when we have to rebuild Jim, right?”

“What a mess”

“Well, i just grossed myself out” We’ll see about that in Wizards.

“You fight in an arena surrounded by the remains of dead Trollhunters?”

“That is...”

“The most heroic thing i’ve ever seen. If their ghosts talked, then it be like Mulan”

“Sometimes, the heart leads you down paths you should not cross”

“How did you-?”

“Figure it out?”

“Your devotion to this girl is as obvious as Marinette’s feelings for Adrien. WHICH IS STILL DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!”

“But you know the danger”

“If you went in alone, you’d be killed”

“Which is why we will answer every call”

“You said i have to answer every call. Now-“

“Wait, did you just say “We”?”

“Aaarrrgghh and i discussed it. We knew you were going in, with or without our approval”

“But... If Claire’s brother is important to you, then he’s important to us”

“For folly or for fraught”

“We are a team”

*Cries in Troll again*

“Is this normal?”

“Nothing’s normal around here”

“Get used to it, sister” Translation: “Welcome to your new life”

“But only a Trollhunter can wield Daylight”

“We are Trollhunters!”

“Oh, man! Now, i’m dead!”

“That stupid Soothscryer killed me in the Forge” He thought Bular would kill him. But nope, instead it’s the fucking Soothscryer.

“What do you mean, he’s in the Void?”

“The Void sounds like a very empty word. A bad word” I hear the Void is very welcoming.

“Yeah. And are these happy ghosts we’re talking about here”

“Or Mulan’s ghost family?”

“He is now under the spiritual guidance of”

“Master Trollhunters”

“Ghost guidance counselors?”

“So, it is like Mulan”

“Wow! So trolls and ghosts exist”

“What’s next? A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“Fairies?”

“Fairies? Preposterous!”

“Fairies lost the war to the pixies centuries ago” Hate to meet these pixies, right?

“But if we’re going in, they said the only way we’re getting out alive is if we kill Gunmar” Well that’s a bigger lie than any lie Lila can make.

“And with Strickler gone, maybe we have a chance”

Speak of the devil. Or changeling.

If i ever seem dead, be sure to throw rocks at me to be sure.

“Who has awakened me?”

This is me and my sister.

“You know my name”

“A shame i will never know yours”

Angor Rot had to deal with the goblins wrath.

“My ring”

“My flesh”

“Yield to me!”

“For i wear the One Ring”

“You have killed thousands”

“You are chaos incarnate”

“And you”

“are...

“mine”

“Hahahahaha!”

The second half of season 1 (Actually season 2) is off to a great start.

Shit, what do i say that has something to do with next episode? Uh... See you next episode?

[pr0m-queenz]

welcome to my longass post of all my old art ive been refusing to post for the past few months

that’s it. and most of them arent even in order  dont expect me to tag or anything THIS LAGGED ENOUGH PLS ENJOY...... IM GONNA GO BACK TO THE VOID AND NEVER POST AGAIN NOW GOODBYE FOLKS but friendly reminder that im more active on insta and twitter so if you wanna...............yknow..........................diofhfiufgfjgoijg................................ https://www.instagram.com/cl0wn.r4t/ https://twitter.com/_moyashiii_ gon die again now. adios : cowboy :

[poppys-writing]

The Missionaries, part 3

my masterlist !!!

A/N: for whatever reason, tumblr didn’t seem to notify the tag list peeps for part 2, so I apologize for that! Again, you can always follow me so updates will just pop up on your dash ;) thank you for reading & enjoy!!

Tags: @pepperonyscience @whump-it @theycomeinthrees @whole-and-apart-and-between

Hot. Very hot. It was sudden, a blast and a shake of heat that woke Ruthie up to a golden blaze in her vision. The world around her was fuzzy and hot. Very very hot. What’s going on? She tried to take a breath in, but immediately hacked the rancid air out of her lungs.

Smoke. Hot. Fire.

Once reality hit Ruthie’s fuzzy brain like a train engine, she immediately scrambled around the van for the door. She didn’t bother looking to see what was on fire, but the heat was definitely closing in on her from both sides.

Door, door, door. Where’s the door? Smoke filled her vision and her lungs, drowning out all energy in the growing heat. The black cloud that engulfed the tiny space got thicker and thicker, and everything was getting fuzzier and fuzzier. She has to get out of here fast.

Finally her sweaty palms hit the hard rubber of the cool glass of the minibus window. For a brief moment she thought she could hear someone shouting her name over the roar of the growing fire, but she had other things to focus on - like getting out of this minibus. Squinting through the smoke, she ran her hands down to find the rubber and began patting against it for the handle.

“Come on, come on, come on!” Ruthie shouted to herself, but quickly regretted it - smoke flooded her lungs again, causing her to nearly double over from a coughing fit. With trembling hands, she drew the drawstrings of her hoody tighter to hopefully protect her lungs.

Heart racing. Hands patting. Eyes watering. Lungs coughing. World darkening. Heat rising. Ruthie! Door. Where’s the door? Tears flowing. Memories flashing. Hands patting. Heart racing.

Her hot flesh finally locked on to the handle, and with all the strength left in her she tugged and tugged and tugged at the door. It isn’t budging. It isn’t moving a single inch. Did she get locked in?

She could hear more screaming outside the door, but the growing fire dampened the outside world. Nevertheless, she kept pulling and pulling and pulling with all her might, and coughing and coughing and coughing with everything left in her as the flames licked closer with every passing second.

The shouting got more intense outside, and through the thick of it she could see the basic shadow of a person waving at the window and shouting very passionately. Are they saying goodbye to her? Adios to Ruthie, the stupid college kid that thought a mission to a dangerous country would be worth it?

No, turns out they’re trying to get her to move. This registered once she saw another person approach with something heavy - they’re going to break the window. She crouched in a ball just as the object was chucked. Glass shattered overhead, but fortunately the thick hooded sweatshirt shielded most of Ruthie from the glass.

Smoke immediately flooded from the car, but with the addition of oxygen the fire became revitalized, roaring with a new sense of heat. Now it’s really time to go.

Ruthie popped to her feet, the smoke flooding from the car flooding her vision as well. She could make out jagged, broken glass where the window used to be. Without thinking, Ruthie barreled through what used to be a window, hitting the pavement hard and rolling to a gentle stop.

Even though she was out of the fire, the world was still fuzzy. She couldn’t see or hear clearly, and she couldn’t even breath clearly; immediately after taking a breath of fresh air, she began viciously hacking up a lung, nearly doubling over on herself on the cold pavement.

“Ruthie!” Noah’s voice cut through the crowd like a knife, but it took her a moment to connect the dots while hacking up a lung.

Before she knew it, Noah was down on the ground beside her, scooping her up and carrying her away from the fire. With gentle caution, he settled the two of them against the rest stop wall so that she was propped up in a sitting position against him. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and she managed to try and crack a smile - but then turned away to hack up another smokey lung.

They sat there for a few minutes, Noah gently patting Ruthie’s back and telling her “you’re okay” over and over again while she coughed all the smoke out and cried the ash out of her eyes. None of it felt real. Sitting there, coughing and crying, watching the flaming van roar and die down and then roar again as the measly fire extinguishers attempted to calm the beast that almost swallowed her.

Noah produced a bottle of water out of thin air, which Ruthie snatched from him ravenously. She didn’t even notice that she was shaking until she tried to press the cold bottle to her lips and the water splashed out down her face. It still felt good, but it was awfully embarrassing.

“Do you want me to—” Noah interjected, but Ruthie cut him off by pressing the bottle to her lips firmly this time, not letting any water escape as she quickly downed it.

Silence filled the lack of space between them. Noah’s silence was awkward, but Ruthie’s was a void of nothing but shaking and shaking. The glow of the beast began to die down as the teeny tiny fire extinguishers engulfed it with their white foam.

“Sorry,” Noah eventually croaked from beside her. “I’m so sorry.”

Ruthie tilted her head to the side, confused by his words (he confuses her a lot). “What do you mean, ‘sorry?’”

“I shouldn’t have left you in the car, Ruthie. It’s my fault. I’m just...” Noah stopped, breath catching in his throat. “Damnit, I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m so sorry,” she could hear his lip trembling and imagined the tears welling in his eyes. She didn’t look because she didn’t want to see it.

“Don’t cry,” she stated like an order. Noah shifted beside her, and she could tell this caught him off guard. “I don’t know what happened, but I know that it it weren’t for you I’d probably be dead right now.” Wow. That hit like a ton of bricks. She could’ve been burned alive in that van. A few more seconds without air and she would’ve lost consciousness, collapsed on the ground to be engulfed by the golden monster. She could’ve not waken up at all. She could’ve slept through the whole thing and burned alive while dreaming about ice cream and warm summer days and love. There a million ways that she could’ve not made it out of that van.

Noah heard the stutter in her throat, felt her body tense up against his. How could you let this happen to her? If that newspaper has anything to do with it, there will be trouble not too far down the road. You can’t let this happen again. “But you aren’t dead,” Noah countered, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away like he anticipated, and instead let herself curl into him. Her smaller frame shook against his body. “You’re okay now, I promise,” he told her softly.

Her breathing quickened, her heart rate became faster, her cheeks became hot, delayed panic set in. “What the hell was that, Noah?” she asked, her hoarse whisper evolving into a croak as tears began to drop from her eyes. “What the hell just happened? Why’d it happen?” Her brain began to overflow with so many questions, but she wouldn’t dare burden Noah will all of them. At the very least, Ruthie could faintly recognize the shock setting in and tried to filter herself; nonetheless, her brain still ran at a million miles per hour. Did they just want me dead, or everyone? Was it an accident? Who did this? How do they know who we are?

Oh, he wishes he could give an answer to every one of her questions. He wants nothing more than to tell her everything’s okay, to be able to promise that they’ll be safe for the rest of the trip and that this was just a horrible accident that can be prevented. But, he knows that he can’t get what he wants. He knows that this isn’t okay, and he knows that this wasn’t a preventable accident. Still, he does what he knows he can do. “Ruthie, you’re okay, and right now that’s all that matters to me.”

[voidsfanficfortress]

Sharks Dont Bite?

《 here is capitao's and here is goyo's》

It was midnight, and the boat was rocking soothingly, you sat there, on the handrail of your boat, admiring Ibiza ,for once it was calm.

The night was silent, the Sky shined beautifuly, and the starst were bright, you hear someone ..or something drag itself across the shore.

You jump to the dock, and make your way to the shore...There is a merman, heavily injured.

-By god!, what happened to you?!-

You asks, kneeling on the sand, helping the Man sit.

-Harpoon...-He manages to say- Malditos Pescadores!-( fucking fishermen), the Man holds his left side of the torso, that had the harpoon injure- Do you have a first aid?-

-I have it in my boat,ill be back soon- you ran Back to your ship, quickly grabbing the first aid on the cabine, once youre back with the merman, you start to patch him up- Whats your name?-

-Ryad..-The Man manages to say with his dry throat, as you patch him up, he notices your odd behaviour- its the whole' im a shark merman ' thing huh?-

-h how did you notice?- (y/n) Asks.

-People freak out when they see my shark tail, dont worry , I wont bite-

The woman laughs and starts to Bind up the wound, then she does the same with his tail.

-You cant swim like that...I have tub in my shipp, if I can Carry you there and fill it up with water maybe you can rest there until you heal, sounds good?, youll have raw fish and all the things you desire- you pat his belly jokingly and both of you laugh.

-Why not?, besides there is nowhere I can go,come on help me--

You lift him up like a bride and walk non-chalantly to your shipp, were the tub is.

《...》

Its been a month and Ryad is healing more quickly than you thought.

Both of you grew closer, and it would be foolish to deny the fact that you had a crush on him.

But sadly, it was time for him to go back to the ocean,before the net falls to the sea, he calls out for you, and makes you lean on the handrail.

-Adios , preciosa-he quickly kisses you and the net falls, he quickly swims away , leaving you in awe.

That smooth fuck--

《...》

-Void