#i am covered in hives (they're on my FACE)

[liar-remastered-2011]

oh my god i'm seriously going to explode

[tomomiisasleep]

notes on Harryanthe which I am crazy about, in HtN

this dumb little interaction just stuck with me. I mean they're almost always high-strung in the detailed plot, like in almost every one of the Ianthe-centered scenes one of them is in some kind of pain

but I know they have chill moments. mundane moments. petty arguments, like the one in the post scrips of the letter. And I so badly want to read those!!

anyways. I'm gonna start collecting scraps here.

you might have given Ianthe Tridentarius the pleasure of opening the note labelled Upon the death of Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Your only hope for that note was that it contained a single sentence along the lines of, Get what joy you can from my corpse, you devious bitch, but it was written by a previous self and you could not risk a guess.

Harrow: what if I didnt hate her and that makes me wanna have a lobotomy yeah that makes sense

Once, vilely, from Ianthe; she had ensconced you in fat and rolled you down the hallway out of danger, and still laughed whenever she thought about it.

ok this is just Ianthe being a little pest, but it also means that she talks about this and laughs in Harrow's face, which makes her a little bitch, but also like it means they often chat and Ianthe would be like: Yeah today I tried the theorem on apples again, but I tweaked it by directing the flow of thalergy from- hey Harry do u remember the time I saved your life hahahahahaha

The mockery you endured for needing her proximity was exquisitely painful, but humiliation was steadily becoming your existence whole and entire.

I want to know what exactly this mockery entails

It had been very nicely matched to the original until she had ceased using it altogether, and the difference was more pronounced each day. Unconscious of your critical eye, she scratched fretfully at the line until red hives appeared.

Ianthe squirming under Harrow's gaze for once

She was in a filthy mood, if she was wearing that thing, with her arm exposed.

Harrow has been keeping tabs on the state of her arm problem ever since she first woke up on the Erobos. Same as how Ianthe has been keeping tabs on the results of her lobotomy.

she said, blue eyed, those oily little freckles glittering almost pinkly above the dress. They reflected the red rims of her eyelids. You thought that she had been crying.

yeah stare at her eyelids Harrow, and sniff her discreetly all the time, sweat musk vetiver am I right (also have I expressed how crazy it drives me that she wears masculine perfume??????????? no well IT'S SO *faints*

You got better autopsies of her encounters with Beasts than you did from your own, as Augustine was wont to explain significantly more to her than either he or Mercy did to you.

Ugh why why why in this whole book I have not seen them talk shop with each other even once??? Except Harrow showing off after making the arm. Harrow has discussions with Pal all the time in GtN. clearly she trades notes on necromancy with Ianthe frequently. but no, gloss over Ianthe's intellect and just write her freak(fond) moments

You had once been fool enough to recommend that Ianthe take them down, at which point she had rustled up another from the bathroom and hung it in pride of place above an overpainted dresser.

love her

“Oh, heaps,” said Ianthe, who appeared not to have taken offence at your rejection. It was so impossible to tell, with Ianthe. “I made it. It’s vile.”

Maybe she really doesn't care about the rejection or even likes it, but "so impossible to tell" kinda hints that, well she might be hurt,maybe, there just isn't any proof

It was not a connection formed of any mutual admiration; if anything, the more you saw of Ianthe the less likely you were to mistake her for likeable. She made herself like an overdecorated cake: covered so thickly in icing and fondants and gums that it would take serious excavation to find any bread. As a necromancer she was a genius, though you thought she relied too much on shortcuts and circumventions. She had an exceptionally fine mind. She was not afraid of rigour.

If Harrow doesn't have the hots for her at least I do.

Honestly on my first read I took stuff like "not likeable" and "“Tell me to stop breathing,” she said. (“I have, on multiple occasions,” you said.)" at face value and actually thought Harrow genuinely hates her and is forced to interact with her because there's no one else. Which is true. But she's also very attracted to her and I kinda overlooked it at because I thought those feelings were mutually exclusive. And they're not. which I'm obsessed with.

Or she won't think Ianthe's beautiful and note details about how she dresses all the time.

Seriously Harrow's special fixation on "how Ianthe's clothes make her look" is hard to ignore.

for example:

The mother-of-pearl made Ianthe’s hair a lurid yellow and threw up all the mustard tints of her skin; her face was blotchy, and her eyes were sleepless pits. She looked like shit.

The skirts and waists were all beautifully cut for someone of a different height and body type than Ianthe possessed. They were tight where they should have been loose and loose where they should have been tight. They looked like her burial clothes, and she looked as though she had emerged fifty years after that burial.

she answered after a long, scuffling minute, with sleep in her eyes and her hair in dilute whey tangles over her neck and shoulders, wearing a bewildering short garment of violet chiffon.

The back was open, and you could see the fine dents of her spine—her bleached skin bluer and sweeter against the pallid gossamer—and the twin blades of her shoulder blades looked strangely nude and vulnerable to you.

Ianthe was training in her nightgown—a grisly floor-length concoction of pale golden lace that made her long, limber body look like a green-veined mummy

a lone wax figure in pale purple chiffon, tall and colourless—except in the greasy metal of her bone arm, which the lights rendered all the colours of the rainbow.

Ianthe rose soundlessly to her feet, and the long skirts of her nightgown—a brilliant ruffled canary-yellow silk that made her look like a formal lemon—rustled restively around her calves.

Note that Harrow focuses on Ianthe's clothes for how they shape Ianthe's appearance. in contrast:

she ignored your sister, whose pallid eyebrows had shot up so fast and so far that they were in danger of breaking the atmosphere. Mercymorn wore a long slip of peach-coloured silk, and her white Canaanite robe was tucked over her forearms and had slipped entirely off her slender, aggrieved shoulders. She had scraped her hair into a merciless and shining coil at the back of her head, and she had no eyes for either of you.

Obviously Mercy is SUPER HOT here, if Ianthe's reaction means anything. But Harrow only describes her clothing and not how she looks. Same with Augustine's party outfit.

With Ianthe, it's always: she's wearing ..., which makes her look gross. And I did not understand at first but now I know and feel stongly that Harrow is totally into her gross-hotness. well at least I am. the grosser she's described the hotter she is.

[moodymisty]

Tumblr most likely ate it. It’s always doing stuff like that 🙄 But the request was a gender neutral reader where reader was captured and Guilliman had to choose between them and the imperium and it turns out fluffy.

Author's Note: Hey! Sorry for tumblr eating your request and taking so long, I hope this is at least somewhat worth it. I feel like given circumstances him choosing to abandon the Imperium isn't an realistic option for him, but I did what i thought would make a good compromise.

Relationships: Roboute Guilliman/Gn!Reader

Warning: Nothing really

Every astartes in the room can hear the metal of the Guilliman’s Armour Of Fate tighten and groan as he squeezes his fists; Even such meticulously designed armor is unable to stay completely unyielding against the full strength of a primarch.

“And what,” Guilliman turns to his men with a fierce gaze, one that can falter all but a few of them. “You just expect me to leave them behind?”

Sicarius looks at him stoic, as always. It makes Guilliman angrier, to not even see a hint of emotion on the man’s face. As if he has no understanding or no care as to what he just implied Guilliman do.

"The Macgragge’s Honour is needed in defense as a Tyranid hive fleet moves towards Imperium space, we can stay here no longer. Not for one person.”

One person. That one person had been the only guiding light in his life for months now, your smile is the only thing that makes him believe that perhaps his endless, tiring, tortuous work means something. He has a thing to work for; His life with you.

Guilliman keeps his face and lips tight, and only parts them to hiss out:

“Your Imperium can wait for a moment longer.”

Sicarius straightens up, even more than the rigid posture he had previous.

“Are you suggesting you would ignore a call for aid from the imperium if your consort was in danger? You would abandon all that your father has made to xenos?”

Guilliman opens his mouth. The rage he wants to spew- about his insult to you, the implication that the Emperor is his father, it is all only quelled when his vox device crackles to life.

“Lord Primarch! We found them! We’re returning to the dropship now.”

Guilliman swears he nearly feels his heart explode from hearing those words. That you’ll be safe and with him soon.

He turns to Sicarius, who is still hot in the face from Guilliman’s implications of abandoning the broader Imperium. Guilliman can see the red heat underneath his tan, olive skin.

“You best remember the words you’ve said here. I will the next time you find yourself calling for aid.”

Guilliman would never consider himself petty. But he would find it difficult to not remember this conversation if Sicarius or his men were ever in need of similar treatment as you. Perhaps he would never act upon it, but he will always remember.

With haste he struggles to remember a time he used last he makes his way to where you've been brought aboard the Macragge's honour; Bruised and cut but not much worse for wear. They've already brought this planet and it's denizens to heel, but if they had more time he would consider far worse for what they've done to you. Your wrists are still clearly raw from being chained, something that makes him grind his teeth when he notices.

But Sicarius was at least partly correct; They are needed to protect against a tyranid hive fleet, and can stay no longer.

Guilliman quickly gestures for his men to leave you both alone, and they do without pause, leaving you and him alone in the hanger in which you both stand.

Once they're gone the primarch falls to his knee with ease, and his armoured hands rise to cup your face.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you are unharmed."

His hands hold your face tightly, covering your jaw with how large they are compared to you. You smile weakly. You must be tired, but your eyes are still so bright, and your smile feels like it warms his cold, old heart.

"I'm so glad to be back with you. And I imagine you'll be better company than my captors," His face stiffens up, but he's still soft.

"You shouldn't be joking about this, you could've been killed."

You raise a hand to hold against his own gauntlet- a gesture he can feel a ghost of despite having no skin on skin contact - before reaching forward to tuck a piece of limp blonde hair behind his ear. He needs a bath, his hair is messy and limp from being in his helmet so often, but now isn't the time to say.

"You do enough of the seriousness for me. I need to balance it out; For both our sake." Guilliman shakes his head and lets out a defeated laugh.

"They wanted to leave you behind. I was considering saying damn it all to this worthless Imperium just to go get you myself." You can't contain your surprise. The Imperium is all you've ever known, how could anyone just leave it all behind?

"You're the Lord Regent, you would abandon the Imperium for-"

"I would, yes." He says with no hesitation, looking right at you. "I have no interest in saving an Imperium without you in it." He ends the conversation with that, and moves to pick you up.

"Lets go. I want to make sure you are well."

You can't make a fuss; He's made up his mind and you have no choice but to go along, holding on and relaxing in his arms as he walks off.

[heuristicallyinclined]

Cirque du Soleil

Summary: MSPA Reader gets their own show from the clownlets, and everything that entails.

Notes: Hey! Glad to have written something else! I'm definitely still getting back into the rhythm of it, but I am happy with how this turned out.

TW: Blood, Implied Gore, Implied child death (they're fine)

(See the end of the work for more notes.) (AO3 Link)

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The murmurs of the audience surrounding you immediately hush as the room begins to dim. The sound of spotlights clicking on booms throughout the tent and two massive lights swivel, each one on opposite sides of the tent turning to focus on a singular point. Shining their beams across the tent, they focus on a troll, casting their silhouette upon the curtain.

The long and spindly figure stands high above you in the middle of a tightrope, horns serving only to make them look even taller as they loom over the crowd.

Wait.

“LaDieS aNd GeNtLeMeN,” the voice projects.

Where are you? How did you get here?

“tRoLlS oF aLl CaStEs AnD aGeS,” the figure grandly gestures out to the crowd in greeting.

Despite the fog in your head, you think you still recognize that voice.

“MoThErS aNd FuCkErS Of ThE aUdIaEnCe!”

You know that voice. Those voices.

“aLiEnS!” they say, and the angle of the lights shifts, bringing the exaggerated figure back in proportion to a much smaller one that splits into two. Their smaller horns are no longer eclipsed by their masks and you can now finally see them. They’re holding hands as they balance on a tightrope each on one foot, using each other for tension to keep their balance.

Ah. Yeah. This makes sense now. Or at least about as much sense as anything you find yourself in does.

“WeLcOmE oNe AnD aLl!” they say, looking at you, “To ThE fInEsT aSsOrTmEnT oF cLoWnErY iMaGiNaBlE!”

They split, doing a sick backflip and cartwheels across the tightrope away from each other.

“TONIGHT YOU WILL SEE CHUCKLEVOODOOS THAT WILL BEWILDER AND BEWITCH.”

“And witness death defying stunts that will petrify and perplex.”

“JOIN US IN THE DESPAIR,” Baizli ends his cartwheel in a handstand.

“and delight,” Barzum mirrors.

“kNoWn OnLy HeRe At CiRqUe Du SoLeIl!”

The applause is deafening around you and you can barely hear yourself think.

Oh. You see what happened here. You did this.

You tried to convey some cross cultural connections to relate to some kids using your limited circus knowledge and it inadvertently turned into a horrific game of telephone.

You said, “hey it’s kinda cool your last name sounds like this famous circus back at home,” and then they mistakenly heard, “Hey, I want you to show up and drag me out of my hive to see your interpretation of it, preferably with no warning at an unspecified time.”

They look at you expectantly and you quickly join in the applause, almost dropping your popcorn.

Hold on, when did you get popcorn?

You examine it closer and pick up a piece and pinch it slightly, feeling the give. It feels real. You hold it by your face. It smells real. And your stomach rumbles like you have a real, perfectly good bag of buttery popcorn right in front of you.

Well you know what they say. If it looks like a bag of popcorn and smells like a bag of popcorn, it probably isn't chucklevoodoos.

Still, you better stay on the safe side and not risk it in case it’s a bag of spiders that are going to try to eat your face or something.

Wait, you realize as you clap. They said aliens. Plural.

Squinting, you look out in the crowd and realize not all of the hazy figures in the stands were trolls. Some didn’t have horns and that their eyes were ringed with white instead of the golden sclera you had become used to. They had included humans. Or at least what you think they thought were humans. They didn’t seem to get what the proportions of a human should be and seemed to cover their bases by including a little bit of everything. From short squat figures to long ones with too many bones.Their proportions were wrong though, distorted and extended in ways that created unsettling silhouettes without you actually being able to point out why since looking at them for too long made you feel dizzy.

You stop looking at them.

They had firmly parked the clown car Uncanny Valley and there was no way you were getting out.

But thinking about it, you feel kind of bad for being scared. Here you are getting all nitpicky about all of the terrifying hallucinatory homunculli surrounding you on all sides, when they were made by little kids who had only ever seen one human before. They had clearly added these human approximations because they care about you in their own weird way, even if it is a little clumsy, because they wanted you to feel more comfortable and enjoy the show.

Or maybe they just think you’re fuck ugly. Either or really.

“and now for our first trick,” Baizli begins as she walks across the stage, morosely making eye contact with you and you can barely hear her speak over the revving of her chainsaw, “i will saw barzum in half.”

There is something just so viscerally wrong about seeing a clown wielding a chainsaw, though you can’t quite put your finger on why.

Oh wait. Yes you can.

It’s a clown holding a chainsaw. There is no additional explanation required.

Barzum excitedly launches himself into the open box, cartwheeling into it and pausing on a handstand to look at you and grin.

Uneasily, you grin back.

This only seems to get him more revved up, no pun intended, and he effortlessly twists out of it, laying down in the box and bringing the top down on top of him with only his head sticking out like he was tucking himself into bed and not settling into a coffin.

You can barely watch as she brings it down slowly over the center of the box. If her actions are at all compelled by the troll equivalent of the Cain instinct, you can’t tell.

You cover your face with your hands as the chainsaw revving continues and continues, but you don’t hear it cut into anything.

After a pause, a foreign frustration bubbles up into your mind and you feel more than think, “yOu’rE nOt LoOkIng.”

You peek through your fingers.

Barzum’s face is still the only part of him visible. He remains unphased by the chainsaw, instead looking at you with a pout. Baizli looks peeved as she holds the chainsaw, unmoving and displeased. Even the illusions of trolls and horrific human approximations born out of the imaginations of young clowns seem to be judging you for not looking at their performance.

Sorry, you offer, forcing your hands away from your face, as the two study you. Baizli glances down and starts to lower the chainsaw again before pausing, her eyes and his flicking to you again.

I’m looking! You have to shout over the sound of the reving.

The two seem delighted to have your attention again and you practically have to sit on your hands when the whine gets higher as the blades bite into the wood. You hold your breath as it approaches where you think his chest should be. His eyes widen for a moment and he screams, bloodcurdling. The box shakes violently as his small frame seems to rattle inside of it, a massive gush of purple spraying out of it, until the chainsaw had passed through the center of the box in its entirety. Then he goes completely still as your heart pounds violently in your chest and your breathing feels like it’s going too fast for your lungs to handle and-

“BLEH,” he nearly shouts, sticking out his tongue, making you jump in your seat. You look at the two of them and see they’re looking at you expectantly.

You start clapping vigorously, standing. The crowd around you erupts as well, joining you in your applause as you try to get your breathing back to normal and not faint at what apparently wasn’t a live act of fratricide.

Barzum swings the box lid open and hops out with a flourish, spinning into a bow with Baizli.

That was a great show, you enthuse, clapping faster, relieved to be at the end of it.

They look a bit confused before giggling in unison.

“that was just the first act.”

“YEAH, THERE’S WAY MORE.”

Really? You ask in what hopefully sounds like enthusiasm.

“yEaH!”

The crowd quiets down unnaturally quickly and your legs either gave out or you were sitting back down. Either way, the show was on the road and you were locked in the trunk.

“AND NOW!” Baizli announces, producing a long, curved blade seemingly out of nowhere. “I WILL SWALLOW A SWORD.”

Barzum copies him and pulls out an intricate lighter, taps the end of it to the tip of his sword, and clicks it. “a flaming sword,” she emphasizes as the blade itself seems to ignite.

Your jaw drops, much to their glee.

The rest of the show is just as much of an emotional roller coaster of dread and relief. Somehow, you got through it. You got through the chainsaw, sword swallowing, escape from a locked underwater box, knife throwing, axe juggling, and maybe a few other things you had already repressed, but you did it. You were getting through it and their performance drew closer to its end.

“AND NOW!”

“for our final performance of the night”

“OuR gRaNd FiNaLe!”

You exhale.

Abject fear and terror aside, they have genuinely put on a really nice show for you and you’re genuinely curious as to what they chose for their closing act. Maybe some contortionism? They like that. Could be a nice note to end on.

They break character to smile at each other, Barzum snickering before they both look straight at you.

“We NeEd A vOlUnTeEr!”

Oh.

You freeze mid clap.

Oh no.

The two of them look away from you and make a performance of their search, really hamming it up as they scan the non-existent crowd, pressing hands over their brows and squinting, mirroring each other as they move in unison looking high and low for their lucky volunteer.

Being the only real person here, you’re guessing they're waiting for you.

You take a deep breath, suppress your survival instinct, and raise your hand.

They turn and gasp in unison, pointing at you.

“YeS! yOu!”

“step right on up”

You walk over for what feels like much longer than you should. It feels like you are walking towards the gallows as they lead you to an extremely tall ladder connected to a platform.

You have to climb up there, you state more than ask.

They nod in unison, waiting for you to start climbing before scurrying away.

You climb up ladders all the time. Your hive has one. And it’s less structurally sound too and you do it just fine.

You’re fine.

You are going to be just fine.

Just, just don't look down.

Don’t look down, you think as you climb higher and higher up. Don’t look down. Do not look down. You are not going to look down.

You look down.

You regret it immediately.

Your stomach lurches and your hands clench the rope ladder even harder, barely even feeling the rope burn as it nearly cuts into your palms. You pause nearly three-quarters of the way up, head spinning.

"We think our volunteer needs some ENCOURAGEMENT!"

Oh fuck.

Baizli still has that lighter and you half expect her to light the bottom of it on fire, but she doesn’t.

Instead, the two start chanting, “cLiMb! ClImB! cLiMb!”

It's no longer just them, but the non-existent crowd joins in.

You continue to climb. Whether you are actually climbing or just going through motions while doing something else is beyond you.

One of the “humans” in the crowd looks at you and gives you a toothy grin composed of one single blunt tooth wrapped around their gum.

You climb faster.

Finally you reach the top and scramble onto the platform, trying to catch your breath. There were no rails on it and you were terrified of falling off. Are circus tents subject to OSHA regulations? Probably not. Definitely not here anyways. You see an identical platform across from yours on the other side of the tent, and between the two platforms, they had set up massive metal spikes.

Oh god.

Okay. Just try to think this through. See where that gets you for a change.

They’re your friends which means they probably don’t want to kill you. They put on a whole show for you. It would be such a pain to pull your mangled bits out from their otherwise pristine spikes. Or maybe that was the goal, to christen the spikes with your blood or something like that. Clowns can be a bit hard to get a good read on. But it’s probably not that.

You glance away from the spikes and your stomach drops when you realize you’ve lost sight of both of them.

You turn back just in time to see a trapeze bar rapidly swinging towards you with Barzum perched on it like it was a swing at the park.

You think she’s about to Sparta kick you off the platform when at the very last second, in one fluid motion she stretches back, hanging off of the bar by her knees. The bar continues forward and she plucks you off of the platform like a bird of prey and swings you two over the bed of spikes.

To your credit you don’t scream.

Granted, it’s mostly because you’re frozen in place and terrified that you moving too much or yelling will make her drop you, but you aren’t screaming.

Her grip on you isn’t shaky in the slightest. You know highbloods are strong, even young ones, hell Amisia could probably bowl you if she were so inclined. But feeling the amount of strength she’s holding you with both makes you feel a bit safer but scares you for a fun new reason.

The two of you swing back and forth with the arc you make widening each time, drawing you closer to the other platform and you just need to make it a little longer without pissing yourself and you’ll have walked out of it with steller audience participation. You're even getting used to it. She’s probably going to fling the two of you off when you get to peak, you keep not screaming and maybe even hope to keep some dignity this time around.

You swing again, back and forth. Almost there. Almost done. Almost safe. You can feel it.

When the bar reaches the peak of its arch, what you feel instead is Barzum letting go of you.

You continue soaring higher, an unwilling Icarus, helplessly watching her pleased face as she rapidly swings backwards without you and you scream in terror as you fall.

Until Baizli grabs your ankle, interrupting the brief eternity you were falling, his swinging bar mirroring hers and approaching the center. You think maybe, just maybe, this will be over when he reaches his platform and you can lay down on it until your hands stop shaking enough for you to use the ladder to get down.

But he doesn’t. Instead he swings you back over the gap, towards Barzum swinging closer as she mirrors him. Again, you are thrown.

Okay. You no longer have dignity. It’s gone.

You are yelling while being tossed between the two of them like a sack of potatoes every time the bar reaches its peak.

Your screams seem to egg them on and they laugh as your throat burns. You’d like to say you can tell it isn’t manic laughter and is just some joyful expression of clownery, but you are extremely disoriented and it is hard to tell.

You just don’t want to throw up or pass out.

They two swing off of their bars in unison, still holding onto you and doing an acrobatic tumble as they fall towards the ground, and you tense as you brace yourself for spikes or impact.

But neither comes.

They land a hair’s breadth away from the spikes and set you down between the two of them, the audience now going wild at their finale. The two bow for the cheering crowd and after a second, you join them, trying not to shake too much.

As you rise up from the bow, your surroundings seem to blur and start to change. You blink, trying to bring the world back into focus. Upon opening your eyes, you notice you’re in their backyard. So it was chucklevoodoos.

Glancing behind you, you notice that the spikes are very real and nearly trip over yourself as you take a big step away from them. You almost land in their box of extremely sharp props, but stop yourself.

Okay. Mostly chucklevoodoos.

The two of them look up at you, clearly pleased with themselves.

“WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART?” Barzum asks, your mortal terror not hindering their mood.

You try to think what part if any didn’t have you on the verge of a panic attack.

You enjoyed how enthusiastic they were about the whole thing. It was very nice of them to put on a show for you.

You feel like that is a very diplomatic way of saying that you appreciate the effort the twins put into this even though it scared you nearly shitless.

“you were good at playing along. my favorite part was when you were pretending to be scared”

“LIKE WE WERE GOING TO DROP YOU”

“we’re really good so we wouldn’t drop you”

Oh, you were so aware they weren’t going to drop you. You didn’t even consider that. Not at any point. No. Not at all.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your hoodie.

Would they uh, ever consider maybe using a net for their shows?”

They look at you, each tilting their heads, “fOr WhAt?”

“we have a net.”

“BUT WE DIDN’T NEED TO USE IT SINCE YOU SAID YES.”

A stretch of silence passes at that, and you notice a bag of popcorn, tipped over on the ground.

Oh! The popcorn's actually real!

“WELL YEAH.”

“We actually have buttery kernels.”

“WHY WOULD WE NEED TO FAKE THEM?”

“That's dumb.”

Oh, okay. So most of the performance was them showing off their chucklevoodoos?

“no, we can really do that stuff.”

“CHUCKLEVOODOOS JUST MAKE IT LOOK COOLER.”

You don’t quite know how that answer makes you feel, luckily they don’t let you stew in it for long.

“WANNA SEE HOW FAR I CAN SHOVE A REAL SWORD IN MY MOUTH?” Baizli asks, not even waiting for you to answer as he grabs the hilt.

“No!” you exclaim, quickly putting your hand over his.

“we’ve gotten really good,” Barzum adds, balancing the pommel of her sword on her nose like a seal.

You believe them, it's just that, well, swords might spoil their dinner. Definitely yours. Do they have anything other than popcorn?

“cotton candy,” she replies, setting her sword down.

Normally, you’d be more than fine with this. But you’re with kids now and understand that to be a good example for them, you’re gonna have to pretend to be a person you’re not. A healthy person. Someone who eats balanced meals. Not a scavenger ready to horf down however much cotton candy they get their mitts on and call it a night… or day, you guess.

Do they have any dinner food?

“WE HAVE SNACKS.”

Any vegetables?

They frown in unison.

Incredible. They’d swallow a sword without blinking but make a face at eating a vegetable.

Okay, while you aren't a country girl by any means, what have you even been doing on Alternia if not making do?

“wHaT?”

You’ve given up on the illusion of health. They’re young, not stupid, and plus, you doubt that would have gone well anyways.

What you’re trying to say is you can make decent grubcakes if they have the stuff for them in their kitchen.

“yeah, we have whipped moobeast product,” Barzum says, sounding much more enthused at this option.

You meant stuff like flour, but you know what, you can figure that out when you get in there, you say, the two of them leading you into their hive.

“i WaNnA mIx,” they say in unison, and the look they give each other makes you grateful that they left their swords outside.

GOOD ENDING: DINNER AND A SHOW

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Notes:

Fun Facts: Cirque du Soleil does actually get inspected by OSHA. It was a fun challenge to write them as they are very baby, but also gremlins, and trying to figure out their odd version of being nice and acting their age in still in moderately terrifying ways. They're just little kids and have the needs all little kids do of showing off what they can do and express that in a completely normal way for young clowns.

[astraldrake]

tfs thoughts beneath the readmore note: contains spoilers for the entire campaign

the opening vision we get when we enter the traveler... i ended up watching it multiple times (computer issues ;-;) but MAN was it cool the inside of the traveler in general looks super funky, im going to have to do a no hud run at some point just for screenshots. shoutout to bungie for giving us a sparkly pink rainbow subclass, just in time for pride month lol weapon unsunsetting means i get to pull all sorts of old friends out of the vault. (python, the vow, steelfeather repeater, perfect paradox, etc...) i'm pretty ambivalent abt cayde generally but they did a good job w/ his characterization. i was worried he'd end up being kind of grating but so far he's been okay i was (initially) delighted to see targe. i was not anticipating that they were introducing him just so they could kill him off 5 minutes later. i have mixed feelings on zavala's characterization but it's been a minute since i buried my face into the ishtar collective lore vault so maybe it's just my memory being unreliable. for him to just lose it and start acting irrationally like that felt odd. maybe it's bcs we havent seen him in a while? idk it just felt off. (tbf you could point out that it's probably a byproduct of being forced to relive one of the most unpleasant moments of his entire life so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ fear and desperation can make people do strange things) ikora was cool, idk she didn't read as ooc or anything to me, her reunion with cayde was very sweet, though in hindsight i wish they'd given her a little more to do. seasonal stuff has struggled to give consistency to crow but i appreciate this expansion's efforts to tie up some of those threads more neatly. (i lost it when he pulled out an iron battleaxe, i did not expect that plot point to get touched on!! also it was cool!) i am still irritated that they fridged amanda ( i ignored that part of canon so hard it kinda smacked me in the face when they mentioned her.) i love luzaku, and i would kill for luzaku. ( finally! friendly hive!) i did like the emphasis on ghost and guardian relationships throughout the expansion's story. (also ghost as the location vendor!!!! having regular chats with him while we go through the story!!! the fact he becomes increasingly damaged and wounded throughout the campaign giving me the distinct dread that he might die!!!)

the fact the traveler is letting out intermittent shrieks of pain... MAN... the return of the glowing bird as our guide! (also the fact that the grenade projectile for song of flame looks like a bird... i dont think they're actually connected but it is giving me Ideas.) speaking of song of flame, i kind of expected it to be more underwhelming than it is?? it's actually pretty fun! prismatic is a lot of fun to mess around with! nothing like throwing a storm grenade at an enemy to simultaneously proc devour and amplify. the speaker mask exotic is also giving me Ideas >:) i lost my shit when they mentioned Micah-10. she's one of the last lore characters i expected them to pull out of the hat but i am delighted to see her in game, and seemingly as more than just a cameo too, as far as i can tell. pretty ambivalent abt the whole "player character is the most powertful being in the universe and the chosen one" thing. it's kinda where i figured they'd take it and i dont hate the trope so eh whatever. im glad they actually gave me cover for some of these story missions. i did not super enjoy lightfall's strategy of throwing me in a room with one million guys and a few tiny scraps of cover. ( the radial mast double tank fight... *shudders* ) difficulty wise legendary wasn't all that painful, there were a few fights i struggled with, but a change of loadout, or a little trial and error was pretty much all i needed. i def understand why they've saved the witness fight for the raid, but if my raiding history is anything to got by im certainly not doing day one, but that doesn't mean ill never touch it. (ive missed most of the newer raids, im just not that much of a people person.) ill try and take some day 1 screenshots of the opening area at least. also wrt post campaign!! i loved playing projectile tennis with savathun. all the two queens stuff was great tbh sav is such a fun villian. like yes!! you do owe us nothing and are only going to swoop in to help us bcs we have a bigger threat to deal with!! we can go back to trying to outscheme eachother once this is over!! ( also hey, they brought back adventures! i thought they'd never do that!) also what ive played of the crode camping trip (i forgot the mission name) has been fun. just me and the bois, out exploding screebs. ( then the game crashed so i guess i gotta go play that again lmao) overall i think this expansion is pretty good! i havent even gotten to the seasonal stuff yet, much less some of the regular patrol stuff for the pale heart.

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

So we all know the theory that Gravity Falls, The Owl House and Amphibia take place in the same universe right?

its a pretty well know theory (even if you don't believe it) in all three fandoms but if you don't here's the gist of it:

so basically that theory is built off easter eggs, like willows dads having a book with Hop-Pops face on it

and references to the other shows like that entire Gravity Falls episode in Amphibia,

that imply that they’re taking place simultaneously, with gravity falls taking place in 2012 and TOH and amphibia taking place in 2019-2020 (without the covid the lucky bastards) with Camilla reading an article about a girl returning from a frog world in the season 2 finale of TOH

but that opens the door for a whole lot of inter-dimensional *shenanigans* and so many plot points i can and will argue reference and overlap with each other.

now theres the obvious similarities like how bills minions fit the description of beast demons from the owl house:

(ignore the circling its not my screenshot I found it on google)

and bill himself is on one of kings posters when he tries to teach Luz about demons:

Bill is also in the book that tells marcy about the calamity box:

a book I believe was written by ford since the cover says its by "Dr. P" (P-ines anyone?) and has eyes that look awfully familiar, which I think are a reference to either the cores eyes, the portal doors eye from toh, or Bills eye (and the fact that this eye symbol is so similar across shows feeds the theory that they're all in the same universe)

meaning the Bill is a semi-universal character/figure throughout the different realms

if the other realms (Bill's realm, the several Ford got trapped in, the Boiling Isles, and Amphibia) have access to each other, and Bill is as universal as he seems, he probably interacted with some citizens of those realms, and probably left a mark

now it's finally time for my personal take/add-in:

we never get an origin for the core 

or the newts relation to the core

we get an episode about Andrias's personal history and his individual relation to the core, and how he came to be the guy who manipulated and then stabbed a very vulnerable teenage girl, but it seems like the core has just been with the Leviathan lineage since at least before Andrias's dad (who's over a thousand years old since thats how old the flashback is)

so, what am I rambling about?

well, if bill, a dream demon, made his way to amphibia, the core might have been the newts attempt to artificially replicate his powers

NOW HEAR ME OUT: on top of being incredibly powerful once he’s released in gravity falls

he also has the power to go into other peoples minds and search their memories like he does to Stan in his very introduction

which is an awful lot like what the core tries to do, since Andrias says the core is the hive mind of a dozen of the greatest newt minds and when Darcy happens it has complete access to her memories

not to mention how when it talks to andrias what physically appears when it talks are it’s eyes, which is what changes on dipper and Blendin (time travel dude) when bill possess them

the amphibians (powered by the music box) were an incredibly advanced civilization capable of a lot of damage (as seen by the literal frobot army they created

so i don't think it would be crazy to say that when they (specifically the newts) saw what a being like Bill could do, they would try to replicate it.

Obviously, the core and Bills mind-jumping powers are not the same, which is a way I'd say the Amphibians failed: instead of popping in and out of peoples minds like Bill does, the core completely takes their minds, more like a parasite.

we don't know all the parameters since we know basically nothing about the other newts in the hive mind, other than that each mind shows up as an eye on the cores "head" before and after it possesses Marcy. and speaking of the girl, she has no control or consciousness (that we know of) while under the cores control.

but we do get one and a half-ish examples of people who are very aware of the cores presence in their mind (unlike Bill) but are physically controlling their own bodies (we think) (unlike Marcy) and those two are Andrias and his dad, who both communicate with the core more like it's just a very dangerous, intrusive thought.

so.... yeah...

idk how to end this but please reblog and tell me if you think im crazy or not-

[thefirstknife]

I've always wondered: how exactly do Hive Gods feed? I know that they offer their worms tributes, but on a more concrete level, what exactly do those worms feed off?

For example, when Savathûn was Osiris, the whole thing was a lie itself: was her worm feeding off the lies she was spreading as she was pretending to be Osiris - like, her whole farse was the lie and more the lie went on, the more the tribute grew? I'm very confused...

The worms feed through a system of tributes and tithes. Best explained by Oryx when he was setting things up for the Hive:

And Savathûn said, “King Oryx, how will we feed our worms? Did you use my plan?”

Oryx told the Hive: I am the Taken King, and here is my law.

You Thrall, each of you will claw and scream, and kill what you can. Take enough killing to feed your worm, and a little more to grow. Tithe the rest to the Acolyte who commands you.

It's a lot of text after this, but basically it goes on the same. Thrall kill and feed their worms -> their tithe flows to the Acolyte -> their tithe goes to Knights and Wizards -> their tithe goes to the Ascendant Hive they serve under and so on until the tithing system reaches Oryx, Savathun and Xivu Arath.

And thus the tribute will flow, up the chain, so that Savathûn and Xivu Arath and myself will be fed by a great river of tribute, and we will use that excess to feed our gods, and to study the Deep. Thus all worms will be fed — as long as we continue our crusade.

The problem with this is that the more they're fed, the hungrier they grow. So essentially there's always a looming danger that at some point you will not be able to produce enough tribute to keep them fed. Savathun ran into that problem, possibly influenced by the fact that a lot of her Hive defected when she openly betrayed the Darkness, which led to less tribute flowing to her.

And yeah, it's also tied to the nature of the Hive god! So for Savathun, it's lies, deceptions and ignorance of others. For her, it became really tough to maintain it all and her worm was constantly hungry. She mentions it in Ripe lore tab:

I swallow the fatty morsel of his ignorance and it gives me the strength to stand once more, cover my face, and resume my walk. I feel this form splitting beneath its wrappings, held together weakly by wet strands of sinew. And from deep inside, stirred by that latest scrap of deception, I hear the oily growl of the Worm.

Even here, basted in deception both ample and rich, the Worm cries ravenously. It has grown grotesque, skin taut, overfed, and still it howls for more. It commands me to keep it alive.

Deceiving others through her disguise was a good way to keep the worm fed, but yeah, the longer it went on, the hungrier for more it grew. One of the reasons her disguise was falling apart; it was becoming more and more unsustainable to hold it together. She never could've held that form together forever. It's why she wanted the worm removed as soon as possible; it became impossible for her to keep it fed due to not enough tithe flowing to her and she couldn't sustain it on her own.

[twoeyedshockwave-lol]

The punishment

Warningzzzz: execution, nightmares, gore, failed romance. Forced breakup by other party, general trauma, angst, and an oc interacting with a cannon character

Autodale fan series, WARNING PROBABLY CRINGE BC MY CRINGY OC IS IN HERE. PROCEDE WITH CAUTION.

Sadly written by Two eyed shockwave.

It all happened so fast. Hive finding out. My lover- everything fell apart so quickly. What happened? Why did it have to be like that? Why did they- no. Why am- "Shadow?" I was then snapped out of my trance. "C-charels." I mumbled back. I was instantly brought back to the right state of mind when I heard his calming voice flood my audio receptors. He then sat me down on his couch and wrapped his arms around my waist, I shivered at his warm and slow touch. I look at Charles' eyes as he removes his mask, his eyes twinkle like the sun. He's the only reason why I'm still going, why I'm not going to kill myself in this God-forsaken city. "The... the thoughts are back again?" He whispered to me, "They never left me, my dear." I mumbled back. Charles then held me closer, caressing my chin as I was slowly calming down. "It's okay, I'm here shadow." Charles then lifted my hat a little to reveal my glowing eyes. I look back at him to see his sweet face, at the same time I am reminded of the grotesque episode I keep having. I am reminded that if we were caught as a gay couple Charles would be executed, I am reminded of the blood that will spill on the floor, the blood of my lover seeping into my shoes. I am reminded that hive may rewire me to forget about Charles forever, I am constantly reminded that hive will make me kill Charles instead of him being sent to the usual massacre of the "uglies". I am reminded that Hive will LAUGH at me for even loving him. HIVE WilL make fun of me, they will re-wire me. I will be reminded that it's going to be my fault for Charles's death. The death of the one who is my everything, the one who keeps me going. I will- "Hey, Hey, shadow? Shadow stay with me love. Shadow. Shadow hey?" I awaken again to his calming voice. I break, I couldn't hold it any longer, I wept with no tears into his arms. His reassurance then fled my receptors again while I breathed and wept hard on his chest. "Shhhh it's okay shadow, it's okay" he whispered and removed my hat, he caressed my head and skimmed through my wires. I calmed down again in his arms. "Please...don't leave me Charles..."I whimpered a little. "I won't ever love, I'll never leave you."

Uhh so yeah, kinda cringe right, anyways, basically Shadow had these episodes of him being forced to kill his lover as punishment because hive found out that yk they're gay and stuff. Charles is my oc and he's a cover-up mayor so people don't suspect things lol. Uhhh so yea. Shadow is not my character and was made by the lovely David Armbsy, go check out his Patreon and his YouTube

[angelictrancy]

Went to a plant nursery today and got some new babies to plant. I however am miserable. I didn't think my allergies would get too bad there but they're surrounded by farms also and I'm allergic to something farmers use (according to my allergy testing) and with all the pollen, grasses and the farms my face and neck and arms are now covered I'm hives and my face is hot.... im annoyed...and itchy....

[mybrainproblems]

I keep thinking about getting cats bc I love my friends' cats, but I have mild to moderate cat allergies. I know that I am 100% a-ok with breeds like the Devon Rex bc I have snuggled up and shoved my face into them before with zero issues, but they're a small fortune and I want a pair so they have company.

And like. If it weren't for the allergies, I'd happily adopt from a shelter! But I'm worried that I'd get two non-hypoallergenic cats and a week later would need to bring them back bc I'm covered in hives and my breathing is fucked.

[giratinazero]

I am so uncomfortable in my body right now it's insane

there's two spots on my stomach that look like bug bites but idk how they got there bc they're. right in the center of my stomach. an area that's always DOUBLE covered because I tuck my shirts in so there's two layers of fabric between that area and the outside world. and I have no other bites or similar marks literally anywhere on my body. and my anti-itch cream has not done a goddamn THING over the course of like two days

I've also had, for at least a couple of months now, this weird,,,,,, idek what I'd call it, hives, a rash, whatever. popping up on my face. on both sides of my face. in the exact same spot on each side, and seemingly completely at random. at the start of the week it was on the right side of my face, today it's on the left side of my face. it's completely inconsistent. not related to my period. there's been no changes in my diet or medications. it seems entirely unrelated to my shampoo or conditioner. it happens whether I do or don't wash my face. I've been using the same stuff to wash my face for over a year so it'd be weird as hell for me to suddenly start reacting to it now. and it itches like HELL

and then idk if anyone remembers, but when I hurt my back around my birthday last year. I've been dealing with that pain on and off, actually, bc we figured it's my ~hip flexors~ apparently; my dad had almost the exact same issue awhile ago, so he gave me the same stretches he got from physical therapy, and those have helped clear it up every time it acts up. the problem is it keeps acting up. my hips are visibly out of line, and it feels like the joint is fucking grinding in the socket on my left side. GRINDING. MY BONES

everyone else in my family sees a chiropractor fairly consistently, and a lot of the adults in my life [I say, as if I'm not 25] swear by it. but I hate being touched and I don't believe in chiropractors anyways. "ooooooo come gimme a ton of money so I can TOUCH YOU A LOT and then tell you to come back next week and pay me MORE MONEY so we can do the same thing forever." NO!!!!

I've also never in my entire life had a good experience with doctors. NEVER. the one I'd been seeing my entire life until I was 17 tried to fake test results bc she didn't want to be wrong about my blood sugar condition. the one that gave me anxiety meds for once didn't even entertain me when I tried to say adhd. the dermatologist got snippy when I told her I hadn't kept up my prescribed skincare because I BROKE MY FUCKING WRIST IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I hate doctors I hate doctors I hate doctors. I don't wanna pay them money I dont fuckin have so they can tell me I'm lying, stupid, and getting knocked up would fix my issues. I HATE doctors.

I am fucking miserable sdfghjmk,l.kjhgf

[meditating-dog-lover]

Skin

So I have redness, mild hives, and eczema because of allergies, and my hands are quite itchy, have blisters and cuts. Allergies is making it worse. My face is covered with red inflammation and some hives and I have some on my wrist again but it's mild. My ears and neck aren't itchy nor inflamed, but they're dry.

My eyes and face are itchy and I am rubbing thrm. Mt face has dry skin that's peeling, but it's not eczema. My mouth is surprisingly fine.

Thankfully my eczema spots aren't necessarily itchy, but my hands are and they got itchy after I went out to get groceries and after walking my dog. I am wearing white gloves with some petroleum jelly.

I know both outdoor and indoor allergens are irritating my skin. I dusted a lot inside, which does help, but I experience allergies outdoors. I took some Allegra now which helps. I'm going to find a solution for all this. But I found a missing puzzle piece to my eczema root cause - allergies.

I'm absolutely willing to get allergy shots next.

Healthwise I'm going to go back to exercise. And I'm going to talk to my mom and sister about my anxiety and trauma healing. I also have anxiety/trauma over my teeth. I just feel quite unhealthy and stressed and unwell, and it's fine to feel that way. I know my mom and sister can help.

[ghostzussy]

This might be weird because I found you through a post you tagged with Hashimotos. My sister has an inactive one and my cousin and grandma have active ones and I started wondering if I might have it too. Totally fine if you ignore this, also it’s a bit long.

I need 9 hours of sleep to function but my body wants 12+ when it can get it and I’m still tired all the time. I eat with the rest of my family, but I seem to be the only constipated one. I’m also the only one so… round, shall we say, though I think part of that is taking after my moms side of the family while they take after dads more. Last but not least I got an unrelated surgery on my leg recently and suddenly my leg is covered in hives. I’ve never had hives before and don’t have eczema.

Obviously you’re not a doctor and I am meeting one as soon as I can, but I was wondering if this sounded familiar to you or other people with hashimotos. Medical websites don’t really do it when trying to figure out what concerns to bring up to doctors, y know?

Thanks for putting up with the rambling!

Oh man! Just as a quick disclaimer, I do not have a diagnosis for hashimotos at this time. It's suspected I have it but my labs keep coming back weird. I've had a bunch of the symptoms for about 3 years or so, and excessively high microsomal and thyroglobulin antibodies. (Doctors have told me essentially my body is attacking my thyroid and impacting it's function, it just technically works well enough I can't be treated.) As of right now my only officially diagnosed issues are "idk, it's probably autoimmune" 😑

Symptoms

Some things to watch out for are definitely hives. Mine (but not everyone's) just pop up anywhere and everywhere. For example when I get them they appear on my back, legs, arms, hands and face all at once, or in a short period of time.

You also should watch out for chronic fatigue (which it sounds like you have. I'm so sorry), mood swings, depression (or it getting worse), weight gain/loss. You can also check to see if your thyroid is swollen, which is located on your throat just above the little "v" shape of your collarbone. Also if you are AFAB, your periods will make you so fucking sick, it sucks. :( You might be a lot more sensitive to cold than you used to be. Heat can trigger hives. Keep an eye out for arthritis; though mine only recently developed after about 2.5 years. You'll probably feel hormonal and irrational, and that's okay. Just, try not to let it run your life. <3

Getting a diagnosis

If you have family history, you MUST bring that up with your doctors. ESPECIALLY if you are young. (I'm 19, had this issue since I was 16.) They will not believe you. They're probably going to tell you you're dramatic. TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR HIVES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. That's what it took for my doctor to believe me. Otherwise she let me suffer for 6 months before ever running any kind of tests.

Your doctors will probably run blood tests. Mine ran for the antibodies mentioned above, as well as your T4 and Assay Stim hormones. The T4 and Assay stim hormones are your actual thyroid function. They'll determine if you can be treated or not. Your doctor may also test for lupus, because a bunch of the symptoms can overlap.

And DO NOT EVER underplay your symptoms. Tell your doctor like it is; they impact every day of your life. I downplayed mine, they never took me serious, now three years later I'm still suffering with no diagnosis and no treatment.

Your doctors are going to mention your weight. Doctors are fucking assholes. I'm 5'3 200 lbs and every goddamn time I've seen a doctor they tell me I just need to go on a diet. For my height, I'm a little chunky, but not unhealthy. They just... don't know, don't care, I guess.

My advice for symptom management

1. Hives

I take 10 mg of zyrtec twice a day as prescribed by my doctor. I've taken it for 3 years now and it's worked really well; however, your body can get addicted to it. This will make you break out in hives if you ever stop taking it. After taking it for a long period of time, you will need to wean yourself off of it. (I'm also currently in the process of switching medications right now.)

I also take benedryl as needed.

Cold also helps soothe hives. Heat will irritate them. Every time I take a hot shower I come out looking like I've been mauled by a bear LOL

Do NOT take hot showers if you're having a flare up. That's how I ended up in the urgent care getting a steroid shot in the ass after being covered in hives for days. :( (on the other hand, it was funny for the nurse to go "oh I don't think your hives are that bad" and then lift my shirt only to go "OH. ok." And run to go get the shot 🤣)

2. Chronic fatigue

This is the most fucking frustrating symptom I've had (personally.) You're probably going to go through periods where your symptoms get worse; the only thing to do is to take it easy. Rest, if you can. Don't plan too many things on one day if you can help it.

Caffeine helps a lot too, but it's not really recommended. Unfortunately this is one of those things you really can't help. :/

3. Joint issues/arthritis

I alternate between ibuprohen, aspercreme (a literal fucking godsend), pain patches, heating pads and ice packs. It depends on how bad the pain is, where, the weather, etc... you just have to play it by ear. :/

I've also heard a tenz unit works great. I'm going to buy one and use it next winter, hopefully.

4. Period issues

Birth control and midol is all I really have here. :(

I take vienva and it works amazingly for me. That might not be the case for everyone, but that's what I take atm. It's the second one I've tried, because the last one made me want to take a permanent dirt nap. If you ever take a medication that makes you feel this way, consult your doctor and get on a new one. But be careful how you tell them; some doctors are willing to send people on grippy sock vacations for any reason.

/ / /

I really hope this helps. This is just my experience, and just remember I'm not a doctor, nor do I have an accurate diagnosis at this time. This is just all the advice I can offer as someone who's dealt with these issues for 3 years.

I really hope you get better, and that things get easier for you. It's going to be okay. It's hard at first, but once you learn how to manage things better it'll get easier. ❤

And if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. 🤝

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Prepare for trouble, and make it double!

My attempt of making a writing colab along with @thotsforvillainrights and her beautiful baby Kaishi! Hope I made justice for your cute little one!

"Boreeeeeeed....." the kid whined, upside down besides his fatger on the couch as he read a book without much caring it in the first place.

With a huff, Kaito raised himself up and kneeled right besides his dad, leaning his hubby cheek against his shoulder.

"Papaaaa?" The boy almost whined as Kai only flipped a page of his book. The five year's old pouted as he stood up and started to make noises with his mouth, knowing how much Kai was bothered by them.

"For crying out loud, what?" The older malr snapped as Kaito stopped making noises and just stared blanky back at him "Well?"

"I'm bored."

"... do I look like an amusement park to you brat?" Kai sighed before driving his attention to his book "Go play with your toys or read something. "

"You are the most boring dad in the world papa." Kaito pointed out with a frown and before Kai could come back with some smart ass reply they heard door's noises and Kaito immediately brighten up.

"Mama!" The boy shouted in goee as he climbed off the sofa as Kai immediately thanked God or whoever was above for you to finally be home.

"Woah hey bub!" You giggled with a few packs on your hands as the child hugged onto your lev with all the strenght he had.

"I missed you! Being with papa alone is boring." You tried to prevent a snort to come before you just giggled and carresed both of your son's checks lovingly.

"Guess what? There is a surprise on the hallway and maybe you womt be just as bored."

"But papa said we cant have a dog." The kid pouted as your heart clenched a little... you were still fighting over Kai to at least get a puppy.

"Is not a puppy sweetie. But is your cousin Kaishi!" You smiled brightly as your son's (e/c) shined a bit even if his face didn't changed at all "Go say hi to him and be nice!"

"Ok." The kid nodded and went pass you as you picked the bags and soon heard shrieks of gless coming from the hallway and a very fearfull looking Chisaki Kai almost drop himself on his way as he found you with wide eyes.

"I heard screaming. From two kids. We have only one. What did you do?!" He almost exclaimed as you arched an eyebrow and giggled.

"You already forgot hon? Our nephew Kaishi is here to spend the day with us. Isn't adorable? Kaito will have a playdate almost!" You stopped giggling when your husband's face went as pale as it could get "oh my god Kai you're okay?!"

"T-Two... brats... Two little demonic pests... in the same house... in my house..." his golden eye twitched as he brought one of his hands to scretch his forearm.

"Aren't you being a little overdramatic?" You tried to coax him to relax until you both froze at the sounds of devilsh giggles, pots falling and surely Rappa and Mimic's screams of anger.

"I am not." If you didn't knew your husband, you surely would've tell by his tone of voice that he was actually terrified.

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"This drink will make everyone's who drink it into a rat!" Kaishi exclaimed while adding dead leafs into the pot as kaito nodded with a determined and concentrated face.

"Rats like cheese... I guess maybe a bit of spoiled cheese?" Kaito offered while pointing at to the trash can.

"Yeah! That will work!" Kaishi smiled as Kaito quickly picked with his already dirty hlittle hands the before saftely wrapped spoiped cheese and dropped onto the pot.

"Now what?" The boys looked at each other before Kaishi picked a bit of mud nearby, silently suggesting to put as Kaito smiled and nodded.

The... substance, was indeed something. Not only the appearance of it was terryfing but the smell of it almost made the two young boys puke.

"We will have to drink that?" Kaishi spoked, his little voice all funny due to him covering his nose as Kaito immediately shocked his head in disaproval of the idea "So who will?"

"..."

"..."

"Papaaaa!!!!" "Uncle Kaiii!"

He froze aat the voices of the boys as he was trying to play shogi in peace with Pops as the elder only chuckled when the two energetic boys opened the door's room, Kaito carrying a cup of God's know why.

"What now?" He arched an eyebrow from his place of the couch at Kaito covered in mud and dirt offering him a cup.

"Drink it!" Kaito told simply as Kaishi covered his mouth to prevent a giggle to escape.

"Why on hell I would do something like that?" He stared at the two before he felt his hives appearing on high speed "You both. Bath. Now."

"Drink this first papa!!" Kaito stoomped his foot down, not getting a tad bit scared when Kai just stood up with a glare.

"Kaito Chisaki."

"Drink it!" The boy accidentaly tripped and it sended the mixture right on Kai's necj and some of it on his mask... thankfully.

"Oh geez." Pops chuckled while grabbing his cup of tea as he saw in question of minutes Kaishi grabbing his cousin's hand and yelling to run as Kai ran after them with a pissed offf shout.

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You finishedd making the snacks for the kids until you saw your husband on the doorway, eye twitching, sleeves rolled back, from head to waist all dripping wet as the two boys greeted you like little angels... and to notify, they were sparkling almost.

"Uh... I heard some shouting but I thought you three were playing so.." you smiled awkwardly as you picked Kaishi up as he nuzzled on your neck as Kaito pouted as the jelly little mommy's boy he was.

"Those pests..." your husband muttered in a murdeful tone of voice before sighing and going straight to the bathroom.

"What did you two do to your poor uncle and father huh?" You asked as the two boys stared at you back before both replying in the same time.

"We tried to turn him into a rat."

Oh dear...

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You soon notice that the boys were handfull even to yourself together so you quickly offered a movie to put on as you saw the look of your husband's face as he tried to just eat his dinner in peace but alas, his son and nephew had other plans on just asking ever type of question possible and if not answered right away they poked him, not caring about his mysophobia anymore.

"You're an angel you know that..." you smiled in sympathy as your Kai rested his head on your shoulder, completely drained from having to deal with two versions of hyperative children of the same gene.

"You deserve to rest my poor baby." You murmured while kissing his temple as he grumbled something.

"Gross." Kaito commented as Kaishi nodded in aproval.

"Disgusting." Kaishi tried to imitate Kai's voice only to end up laughing along with Kaito.

"... tell me is already the time to bed for those..." your husband almost begged until Kaito got up to fist your clothes on his tiny fists and rest his head on your lap.

"Can Kaishi stay the night mama? Pretty please?" He asked with the puppy dog eyes you just couldn't refuse.

"Absolutely no-" "of course honey." Kai got his face up from your neck only to glare daggers at you as the children cheered.

"You traitor..." he spoke in utter disdust as you could only giggle.

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"The boy are sleep. The extra cushion did came in handy." You smiled as your husband immediately fell into the bed with a groan.

"They're quite... handfull." You laughed at his mumbling and went to do your night routine... as soon as you finished you got out of the bathroom to met Kai already on his back staring at the ceiling before those amber eyes fell on you.

"They did drain your energy out today huh?" You sit down close to him and softly started to comb your fingers into his hair as he sighed in relief.

"... Lay down.. is getting cold and I dont want you to get sick." He mumbled sleepy as you smiled in utter love for usual anti social germophobic man, giving excuses only for you to lay down and touch him.

"Needy arent we?" You teased, face front to him as he opened one eye lazily before testing the waters and giving you a kiss that soon turned heated.

"I will show you needy."he growled lowly as you felt already heat coming down there and also a tad bit of hardness on his part as he hover over you to attack your neck only for-"

"We can't sleep." Kaito opened the door, carrying his plushie as Kaishi yawned wlazily and opened one eye.

"Auntie? Uncle?"

You just patted your husband's back when he just dropped on you and screamed in frustation on the crook of your neck.

Tough day for daddy Kai.

[trying-write-fanfics]

OverhaulXreader part 13

The singing stopped, some people threw flowers and others cheered. He watched her as people told her how well she and being introduced to her choirs family members. She shook hands and smiled. Then she finally made it to Chisaki.

“Looks like you made it, Chisaki.” She told him.

“Traffic was bad.” He told her.

“Are you feeling alright?” She asked pointed to her fave where hives were on his.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He told her. “You were good up there.”

She smiled.

“You really powered through just to hear me sing?”

“It was worth it.”

“Y/n I want to introduce you to Gertrude.” An old lady called.

A bunch of old ladies gathered around them. Some were from the choir while the others were in regular old people clothes.

“What a handsome fella you have here.” One of the ladies said.

“If you’re not seeing Y/n, you should check out my granddaughter.”

“Ooooo!”

The elderly were getting crazy.

“Do you make cookies at the Wicked Sparrow? I have an amazing walnut cookie recipe I just might be ready to sell.” Gertrude told Y/n

This was not Chisaki’s idea of what community searching Y/n was into. The two of them were surrounded by these old ladies with a million questions.

“How do you two know each other? Are you her boss?” They kept going.

The only reason they weren’t asking about the hives, mask, swollen hand, other anything else was because they all seemed to be a little more blind.

“No, we’re childhood friends.” He told them.

That only riled them up even more.

“Are you going to get married?”

“How many children?”

“You should name one after me, Miriam! You hear that MIRIAM!”

“If it’s a boy, name him Saint Paul! He’s my favorite saint.”

“You two wouldn’t have sex before marriage would you?”

“No, they need to have some kids, Agatha!”

“Blanche I swear I will beat you with my cane trying to make our Y/n a sinner!”

“Do you ever get her flowers?”

“Constance of course he does!”

“It’s a legitimate question Alma!

“We’re just trying to see if he’s good for her.”

“Of course he is good for her, look at those legs Beatrix, their children are going to be tall.”

There was no time to react to anything of this. The lighting was saving him from being noticed from being a blood covered, hive infested, swollen hand looking freak. Staying still seemed to be the only thing saving him from behind noticed. The old ladies started bickering with each other about hypothetical kids.

“Sorry.” Y/n whispered giggled.

“Nice girl gang.”

“They're my bad bitches.” She joked. “You’re looking a little pale, you wanna head out?”

The villains fighting came back to mind.

“I was thinking about taking you home.” He told her.

“I’ll say my goodbyes.”

“That would be great.”

It took ten minutes to say goodbye, but he made a good impression just existing. He was dirty, but they still wanted him to impregnate Y/n.

“You’re going home with your friend!” One of the ladies called. “Don’t do anything Jesus wouldn’t approve of!”

“Screw that! Have some babies and let me spoil them!”

“Don’t listen to them! Protection!”

Y/n was laughing as Chisaki’s face was red, but hidden. With the robe off she was wearing a white cocktail dress, with a brown long coat.

“They’ll get home safely?” He asked her.

“Yeah they belong to the same retirement home. It’s past their bedtime.” Y/n told him.

Their hands accidentally touched, and he pulled away. It was his swollen hive hand. Instead of being offended, she stared at him, with a smile.

“Alright tell me what happened.” She asked. “You’re covered in hives, your jacket and hands have dried up blood on them, and you’re injured.”

“I’ll fix it later.” He told her.

“Chisaki! Did you get into some trouble on the way here?”

It was the first time today he felt a little relieved, and now she wants to know all the bad parts of his day, the failure, the gross villains, the annoying police.

“I didn’t want to miss your show.”

“What did you do? You have healed your hand.”’she told him.

“This city is infected with people who like to show off their quirks.” He explained.

The light air between them became heavy. Y/n didn’t have anything prepared for an answer like that, and he wasn’t ready for silence.

“Do you want to go to a hospital?”

“No. They’re some of the most disgusting places.” He told her.

The angel that she was doing her best to cheer him up. She already did. She sang for him, and was good at it. Y/n showed herself to be pure and true.

“You probably want to get home and shower-“ Y/n was afraid of failing him, and was ready to call it quit before damage was done, but none was done.

Chisaki took her by the arm and brought her closer to him. They continued to walk side by side. Y/n smiled at the slight affection.

“We can open a bottle of wine. Let us celebrate your concert, angel.” Had slipped out of his mouth.

It was overboard. Y/n turned her head to face Kai, her eyes lids were ready to let her eyes fall out. Angel. Did he just say that? To her? Chisaki also didn’t mean to say that yet. They were true words spoken from the heart, but this declaration was bold for both of them.

“Huh…” finally left Y/n’s mouth.

There had to be more of a reaction than that!

It has already been a bad day for the man, now he poured out his heart and all he gets back is a sound, no words, no confession, no reason?

“You think I am one?” She asked.

“Yes.” He didn’t take it back.

“That’s nice.”

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[caydesgirl-uldrensprincess]

Lost Light

Disclaimer: this is my fanfic off of Wattpad called ‘His Queen of Hearts’. It’s a Cayde-6 Fanfic. Please go read it.

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Chloe dove behind a rock, trying to avoid shots from Hive. She was currently on a mission to gather intel on the moon about the Hive's whereabouts.

"Hey, Chloe, ya' almost done?" Came Cayde's whining voice over her Comm.

"Just about, I just need to take out a Wizard, two Knights, A couple of Acolytes, and horde of Thrall," Chloe replied as she knifed a few Thrall, ending their lives.

"That sounds like fun!" Cayde exclaimed.

"Yep, loads of fun, wish you were here!" The Huntress chuckled, switching from her knife to her hand cannon.

Chloe jumped, did a flip, and shot two acolytes with one shot each.

"Believe me, I want to be, but Zavala has an eye on me after the dreadnought mission, sat there for 2 hours getting lectured," Cayde stated, "anyway, I'll talk to you when you get back to the tower, I have something to ask you, over and out!"

The comm went dead. Chloe chuckled as she threw her knife at some more Hive. She climbed a piler and threw a scatter grenades at the knights. Then she jumped and activated her super, Gunslinger—or Golden Gun— killing the Wizard.

Chloe summoned her Ghost, Moondance, and let him scan for the data needed from the Hive corpses around her.

"That's all we need, let's head back to the tower!" The Ghost exclaimed, looking to Chloe.

"Great, I'm ready for some ramen and maybe some sleep," Chloe said, walking out of the Hive base.

Moondance transported both of them to the ship up in orbit. Chloe turned on some tunes, a genre the Golden Age called Modern Country.

"You're like that cigarette, that shot of 100 proof, no matter how much I get, I'm always craving, that feeling when we kiss, the way your body moves, no matter how much I get, I'm always craving you!" Chloe sang, taking her helmet off, her dyed blue hair falling out and stopping just at her shoulders.

"What's this singers name again?" Moondance asked.

"Thomas Rhett, I think," The Huntress answered, flying the ship towards Earth.

Chloe turned her comm on, "This is Chloe Brask, returning form the moon with the needed data from the Hive, come in Vanguard."

Nothing but static.

"Come in Vanguard."

Still nothing.

"What the hell is going on?" The Huntress stated, frustration setting in after not being able to contact the Vanguard.

"Remember when I told you that you fly too fast?" Moondance asked, as they enter Earth's orbit.

"Yeah?" Chloe said, a questioning look on her face.

"Forget that I ever said that, fly fast!"

Chloe nodded, adding more power to her ships thrusters. She had a bad feeling as they flew towards the Last City.

As they arrived, Chloe took a double take.

"The Traveler!" Moondance exclaimed.

The Traveler was being attacked, by what? Chloe had no idea. She flew even faster to the city. Even more shocked that the Tower was in ruins. She saw Guardians everywhere with weapons drawn. That's when she saw the Cabal.

Moondance transmitted Chloe and himself out of her ship. The Huntress spotted her best friends: Isabelle Brigham (Awoken Warlock) and Tori-3 (Exo Titan). She ran to them.

"Guys, what the hell happened?" Chloe exclaimed.

"The Cabal attacked the Tower and Traveler, we have no idea how they got passed our defenses," Isabelle explained, as she floated towards Chloe.

Tori joined as she shot some Cabal with her Rocket Launcher, "Shaxx is waiting for backup in the east wing!"

"Where's Cayde?" Chloe asked, worried about the Exo Hunter Vanguard.

"Somewhere in the tower," Isabelle replied.

Chloe nodded and threw a scatter grenade at a group of Legionary Cabal, then turned to go.

"Clo, where the bloody hell are you going?" The Warlock exclaimed.

"To Cayde!" Chloe stated, running off to find him.

"You're gonna get your reckless Hunter ass killed!" Tori shouted after her.

Chloe chuckled as Moondance appeared next to her.

"Pinpoint Cayde's location," She said, as she switched from a hand cannon to an auto rifle, mowing down Cabal that crossed her path.

"Right, Cayde is near the Bazaar," The Little Light said.

Chloe nodded and headed straight for the Bazaar. She dodged and fought Cabal along the way. She ran into Shaxx and helped him with some Cabal as well.

"Tori and Isabelle will be here soon," Chloe said.

"Okay, be careful Guardian, the tower won't be the same if we lose you," Lord Shaxx said.

The Huntress nodded and continued on her quest to find Cayde. 'Where is that dumdass Exo,' She thought, looking around.

She stopped in front of a closed door that started to creak open. Halfway through the process of opening, it stops and Cayde-6 appears.

"Cayde!"Moondance exclaimed.

Cayde looked over at Chloe and the Ghost. He ran over to the Huntress, engulfing her in a bone crushing hug.

"Thank the Traveler you're okay!" He exclaimed, as Chloe hugged him back.

"Same to you," She replied, catching a whiff of Cayde's cologne.

The vanguard pulled away from the hug and looked Chloe over.

"Damn, you look absolutely stunning with Cabal blood and sweat all over you," He said.

The Huntress rolled her eyes, "Nows not the time to flirt with me, Cayde!"

He sighed, "Fine, meet Zavala in the Plaza, me, I got a date with who ever is behind this attack, maybe a short date."

He said all this as he shot some more Cabal and Teleported away. Chloe shook her head, chuckling, heading to the Plaza. She knew Cayde had a thing for her, but wasn't interested in any sort of relationship.  Yeah, Chloe harbored feelings for the handsome Exo Hunter, but ever since her father, Andal Brask, was killed, she distanced herself from everyone. Sure, Isabelle and Tori were there for her, but Chloe wanted to be alone for the longest time, still did. She didn't have time for relationships. So, she busied herself with missions and patrols, alone, getting the work done —recklessly though.

A few moments later, Chloe arrived in the Plaza. It was under heavy fire by Cabal coming in the dozen. She found Zavala taking cover from behind rubble. The Huntress went over to him.

"Commander, need help securing the Plaza?" She asked.

"It would be most appreciated, Guardian!" The Titan Vanguard exclaimed.

Chloe nodded and took out her hand cannon, mowing down Cabal as she advanced on them. She dodged, flips, and reloaded. She threw grenades, knives, and Golden Gun until not a single Cabal was left standing.

"Guardian, go find Ikora, she went to find the Speaker, then Rendezvous when possible," Zavala ordered.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Chloe stated, running. Off to find the Warlock Vanguard.

She ran down corridors and maneuvered through rubble.She found Ikora battling through more Cabal.

"Chloe, the Speaker isn't here, I'm going to find him!" Ikora exclaimed, jumping onto a Cabal ship.

"You need any help?" Chloe asked.

"No, just defeat the cabal and defend the Traveler!"

Then Ikora disappeared with the ship.

"What the hell are the Cabal doing her and what do they want?" Came Cayde's voice over the comm.

"They're callled, The Red Legion, and rumor has it: They've never known defeat," Ikora replied.

"But they never fought Guardians. Chloe, I'm sending Holliday in to pick you up, we want you to infiltrate the enemy command ship," Zavala said.

"Okay, where should I met Amanda?" The Huntress asked, climbing over rubble.

"I'm sending you the coordinates now."

"And Clo, stay safe" Cayde said, a worried tone in his voice.

"I will, Cayde, you forgetting who you're talking to?" The female giggled.

"You know what I mean, don't be too reckless," The Exo stated.

"Fine, but you owe me two bowls of ramen after this," Chloe stated, before turning off her comm.

When she found Amanda, Chloe climbed into the ship.

"Chloe, we're gonna do a weird loop around, and hopefully get to the command ship without any casualty," The Southern Mechanic said.

"Sounds good," The Huntress said, leaning against the ships metal wall.

"You might want to hold on to something!" Amanda exclaimed as she hit the thrusters, taking off.

Chloe lost her balance, but grabbed onto a rail to steady herself.

"Zavala, I picked up Chloe," Amanda said, as she turned on the comm system.

"Get her on that command ship—Now!" Zavala said, though it was quite staticky.

"Clo, hold on back there!" Amanda exclaimed.

"I already am!" The Huntress retorted.

"Well, hold on tighter!" The Southern Mechanic stated, as she flew threw firing Calab ships.

"Come one big guy," Amanda muttered to the Traveler, "do something!"

She opened the bay door of her ship, "Alright, Chloe, time to kick 'em where it hurts!"

"You know it!" Chloe exclaimed as she jumped off the ship and landed on the Red Legion's command ship.

"Okay, I'm on the ship, what do you want me to do to infiltrate?" Chloe asked over the comm.

"Take out the shields generator," Zavala replied.

"Okay, I contact you after I'm finished."

"Thank you, Guardian."

"Anytime," Chloe said, then turned off the comm.

After fighting and battling through Cabal forces, Chloe made it to the bottom of the ship, where the shields generator was located. All thanks to Moondance.

"Alright, the generator should be straight ahead," The Little Light said.

Chloe nodded and ran forward. She made it into the room where the generator was.

"Shoot the turbines and the shield should fizzle," Moondance explained.

The Huntress again nodded and used her hand cannon to take out the generator. She did this three times, until it stopped spinning.

"Zavala, the shield's are down!" Chloe said into her comm.

There was static.

"Zavala?"

Frustrated, Chloe got out of the room and tried to contact Amanda.

"Amanda, we're heading topside," Moondance said.

Again, static.

"Amanda?!"

Chloe ran out to the place where Amanda was supposed to pick her up. She looked at the Traveler then to her Ghost.

"How do we come back from this?" Moondance asked.

"You don't," Said a voice from behind.

The Huntress and Ghost turned in surprise. There stood a giant Cabal, dressed in white armor.

"Welcome to a world without light," He said, gesturing towards the Traveler.

Chloe turned back to the Traveler, only to see being covered by something. That's when she felt something drain her of light.

"Chloe, something is wrong..." Moondance stated, before falling.

Chloe felt her legs give out from under her. The giant Cabal walked towards her, as Chloe grabbed Moondance. She pulled her Little Light close to her. Chloe looked up at the Cabal in front of her.

"Do not look at me, Creature!" He stated, before kicking Chloe firmly in the side.

The Huntress groaned as she landed roughly on her side.

"You are weak. Undisciplined. Cowering behind walls," The Cabal stated, coming closer, "You're not brave, you merely forgotten the fear of death. Allow me to reacquaint you."

Chloe tried to get up, but the Cabal smacked her down. She landed at the edge of the ship and to her horror, watched as Moondance fell off.

"Your kind never deserved the power you were given. I am Ghaul, and your light... is mine..."

And with that he kicked Chloe over the edge. As she was falling, she fell into unconsciousness.