#it's always Bobby's Kids making the trouble XD

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Athena:...I just got a call from another officer that there's two drunk guys standing on the roof of a bar downtown, singing karaoke.

Bobby: Huh.

Athena: - Except that it's not a karaoke bar, and no one's supposed to be up on the roof.

Bobby: So why're you telling me? It's my night off from the station.

Athena: It's not just YOUR night off from the station though, is it?

Bobby:.....I'll go and get Buck and Eddie off the roof.

Athena: Thank you.

[mpregjohnwinchester]

You KNEW my prompt was gonna include pregnancy lmao but I’m gonna say samdean accidental pregnancy — your choice if Dean or Deanna, your choice which season but I wanna see Dean(na) confessing to Sam that s/he’s knocked up!

here you go mate <3 (sorry for sneaking my deanna and david bowie headcanon in here but i had reason to believe you wouldn't mind xD - and exploring this pushed me nicely out of my comfort zone so thank you for the prompt!)

The skies over the salvage yard are pink with shepherd's delight clouds.  The evening breeze has a little bite, and the air smells like rotting oil and dead leaves. The latter scent is one Sam associates with shoplifting school supplies, with the good coffee shops opening up on campus again. It's an awkward nostalgia, but it comes to him anyway as he buttons up his shirt for warmth and makes a start on staking out the boulevard of broken cars, armed with two bottles of El Sol and a mental note of all the phrases he's learned not to say. Deanna's gotta be out here somewhere.

The thing is, Sam thinks as he passes the nearly restored Impala, it had seemed like his sister was doing a little better. She's still sharp tongued and irritable, but she's not been spending 12 hours a day doing god knows what under that hood. She's been hanging out with Sam and Bobby more in the evenings, not really saying much, but sometimes she smiles with her whole face at something someone says, and Sam's always a little surprised at the force of his relief. She's even been talking a bit about getting out on the road again, even if she never directly mentions Dad; but Sam's caught her quietly leafing through his journal now and then lately. Not that he's said anything about it, because that's just asking for trouble; and anyway, regardless of any improvement, Sam still has no idea what's going on in Deanna's head, really. She feels very far away.

She went out this afternoon. For hours. Didn't say where she was going; but it's got to be the first time she's left Bobby's place in weeks. She left her phone behind on the nightstand, in this way that Sam couldn't help but suspect was intentional, because there had to be something about that; had to be something in the way Deanna caught Sam's eye through the window as she was coming back, coming all slow down the path with Dad's jacket over her shoulders and this tight expression on her face. Something in the way Deanna had sharply changed direction at the sight of him, veering off until she faded into the salvage yard and Sam couldn't see her anymore. And it's not that Sam meant to be hovering near the front of the house at the exact moment of her return like a worried parent, but shit happens.

Let her be, son, Bobby had said, without looking up from his scotch and that leatherbound demonology book he'd been annotating all day. Harder you push, the more she's gonna clam up.

It bothers Sam when Bobby talks like that, like he knows Deanna better than Sam does or something. As for letting her be - well, if Bobby knows Sam at all, he's got a strange way of showing it.

As Sam goes deeper into the yard, he can hear music. Tinny, faint; but Sam recognizes David Bowie. He spent enough time being subjected to every single tape the guy ever made, even the really out there ones, over and over again as a kid to know that voice anywhere. That had been one of Deanna's more intense phases. Sam thinks she finds him comforting now, maybe; familiar, well worn, like an old blanket. She'd deny that, of course, the way she always denies shit that she thinks sounds girly, or maybe just vulnerable - but it hadn't been lost on Sam over the past year, how Deanna would play those tapes during nearly every overnight drive they took. Her hands always a little too tight on the steering wheel, Dad's unknown whereabouts breathing down the backs of their neck like a spirit.

Sam follows that bustling piano, ch-ch-changes, until he finds his sister. She's sitting on the floor, leaning against the dented door of an eighties truck with a mangled hood. The windows are down. The music is coming from inside.

Dad's jacket is so big over Deanna's shoulders. It practically drowns her, looks kind of ridiculous, if Sam were to be mean about it; still smells like Dad's cigarettes. Deanna doesn't look up, when Sam approaches, but she doesn't hide her face or snipe at him to fuck off either. Which means this is already going well.

"Hey." Sam says it cautiously. "What are you doing out here?" 

Her eyes roll up at him. "Making bacon and eggs, jackass. What's it look like I'm doing?"

Sam doesn't know, actually. Still, he takes the sarcasm on the chin. He holds one of the beer bottles out to Deanna; she glances at it, then shakes her head.

It surprises Sam, but he doesn't push. "You look like crap," he offers.

Deanna snorts. "Well. Don't you know how to make a girl feel special."

There's no bite in it. That tells Sam they're okay. She does, though; look like crap, that is. Tired; washed out. She's been sleeping in the day a lot. Bobby says it's the grief, that she needs it. Sam could believe that. He wonders, though, if Bobby's heard Deanna throwing up in the night lately. Not just one of her tactical upchucks to stave off a hangover, because she's not been drinking all that much lately; but these real hacking puke sessions that jolt Sam out of sleep in the early hours of the morning. She never comes back to her bed afterwards. And Sam has his suspicions about that too, like with the left behind phone; it's Deanna's way of not giving him a chance to pry. She knows how thin the wall between the bathroom and the spare bedroom is.

"Can I sit?" Sam asks.

Deanna shrugs. It's as good as permission.

Sam lowers himself down beside her, gets comfy on the rough gravel. He puts down the beers; doesn't feel much like drinking by himself.

They sit in silence for a while. Puts Sam on edge; but it's hard to know what to say to Deanna most of the time these days, which isn't a position he's ever been in before. Then again, they've never been in the position of losing their father before, so there's that. It still doesn't feel real. It probably never will.

"Keys were still in the ignition," Deanna says, nodding up towards the truck. "Tapedeck works. Engine's salvageable. Bobby's way too quick to junk these babies. Upsets me."

Sam smiles. "Dare you to say that to his face."

"Hey, maybe I will. If he gave me half a day with this death trap I'd get her purring again. Turn her into a whole new woman."

She folds her arms, tilts her head back against that dented door. Her eyes are kinda pink and bleary.

"You should see the tapes in the glove compartment," she adds. "'S a fucking goldmine.

"Is this Hunky Dory?" Sam asks.

Deanna raises an eyebrow. "Wow. And there I was thinking you weren't paying attention all this time."

"You didn't exactly give me a choice. You only played this album every day for like ten years."

Deanna grins. "I'm proud of you, Sammy. I knew you'd learn to love it eventually."

"Love is a strong word," Sam replies.

Deanna snorts again. Something like affection passes over her face. Sam hasn't seen that in a while.

"I lost this album years ago," Deanna says. "Think it ended up with Dad, maybe. You know how our stuff used to always get mixed up." 

Sam's a little stunned. And maybe it shows, because Deanna narrows her eyes at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He swallows - "Just that you, uh, mentioned Dad."

"Yeah. So?"

It's quick, defensive enough for Sam to know to shut up. He's getting good at that kind of thing. 

Deanna's scowl fades; she grins, lightly punches his thigh. "You creep. Quit staring at me."

Sam didn't realize he was. But if they were a different kind of people, maybe Sam would tell Deanna how pretty she looks under the dying sunlight, under those pink, glowy clouds; but he wouldn't really know how to put something like that, and Deanna would never let him live it down if he said it aloud anyway. So he keeps it to himself. Instead, he watches Deanna pull at a spooling thread from her shirt sleeve peeking out from beneath Dad's jacket.

"You know," Deanna says, "being out here always reminds me of us being kids. Bobby letting us play in the yard until the sun went down. Bringing us lemonade. Do you remember?"

Sam smiles. "Yeah, Dee. Of course I remember."

Deanna carries on like she wasn't expecting an actual response. "We'd never had homemade lemonade. Remember how I used to try to make it for you when we got back on the road? Mine always kinda sucked, though."

Sam feels a little on edge, hyper aware of everything his body is doing, like he's trying not to spook a wild gazelle. This is the most Deanna has spoken in weeks. "You tried," he offers, because she did, Deanna always tried so hard with stuff like that. He hasn't thought about Deanna's crappy lemonade in years. With Bowie warbling about life on mars on the stereo, and the memory of Deanna's sticky too-bitter attempt alive on his tongue, it feels like it's 1992 again.

Deanna keeps pulling at that thread. "You know, back when I used to watch you - I was, I dunno, maybe ten or eleven. And you were so - you were so damn innocent, you know? Just really cute, I guess."

"Cute?" Sam echoes.

"Yeah." There's this tight, half-smile on her mouth that Sam can't quite read. "You were so curious about shit all the time. Always wanting me to tell you stories. Always getting yourself scraped and bruised because you couldn't stop fucking climbing stuff." 

Sam isn't sure what to say. There's something about remembering himself as a child that makes him uncomfortable. Maybe it's the idea of being so small and so helpless; or maybe it's the memory of that hard-to-place unease that lived inside of him like blood from the moment he was fully sentient, that gut-deep sense that something about his life - his family, his barely present Daddy - just wasn't right.

"You were a pain in the ass," Deanna continues, with this fond chuckle. "Asking me questions all the time. Wanting to know how every little thing in the world worked. If I didn't know the answers, I'd just make 'em up. You believed everything I said." She clicks her tongue. "Man, do I miss that."

Why are we talking about this? Sam nearly asks. But that runs the risk that Deanna will snap shut like an oyster, and Sam will never get the answer at all. So he keeps his mouth closed. He lets Deanna carry on.

"Sammy, I used to -" She trails off, looking weirdly sheepish. "This is so so fucking weird, but like - when I was watching you, I used to wish you were actually my kid. And you - you kinda were, you know? Felt like you were mine... mine just as much as you were Dad's."

Dad, again. Sounds so unfamiliar in Deanna's voice now that it takes Sam a moment to process the revelation that came before it. "You did? Seriously?" is all he manages.

"Yeah." She's looking at her lap. Still that tight half-smile. "Seriously."

And Sam struggles to know what to do with that, what it means. Because it's hard, lately, for Sam to be angry with his father about much; makes him feel almost empty, actually, after a lifetime of nursing this near-addictive resentment over things he never fully understood. And of those things, Deanna - getting her stuff mixed up with Dad's, being so intertwined with him, resembling her martyred mother so much Dad could never stop commenting on it - Deanna seeing Sam as her own, apparently - well, he doesn't know. Sometimes Deanna just says shit. He probably isn't meant to read into it.

And besides, Sam doesn't know anything for sure. Always felt like he never really wanted to. And as he's already made his choice to love his father, he needs to keep it that way.

Deanna shuts her eyes, then. They're puffy under her lashlines, kissed with gray. "I mean," she says, "Don't get me wrong. You annoyed the crap outta me sometimes." She shrugs, hard, like a defence to an attack Sam hasn't made. "I - I do know that, Sammy. I know there was times I coulda been nicer to you." She looks a little pained.

"We were just kids Dee," Sam offers. "Not like either of us were exactly saints." 

"I keep remembering," Deanna continues, in that way, like Sam hadn't spoken again, "There was this time Dad kind of - got caught up in something. Still don't know what. But he wasn't home when he said he'd be. We were running out of everything. Food, money. No one was answering the phone. And you - you were driving me insane, Sammy."

Deanna says the last part a little too quietly; her head bows, hair covering her face. And Sam thinks he knows where this is going. He's getting a little uneasy.

"You just - you kept on and on with your damn questions. 'Where's Dad? What does he do while he's away? When's he coming back?' Then you - you asked about Mom."

"Deanna-"

She shakes her head, cutting him off. Something bitter on her lips, not quite a smile. "Who punches a five year old in the face, Sammy? I can't believe I -"

"You were only nine, Dee." Sam reminds her, when she doesn't finish the sentence. "You didn't know any better."

And it's true; Dad made sure of that, with his shoot first, ask questions later manifesto. But Deanna would never see it that way. She just laughs, colorless, bitter. "Yeah. I did. I shoulda, at least. I just -" She huffs. "Sometimes it feels like I just - I couldn't stop screwing up."

"You were doing it all by yourself." As the words leave his mouth, Sam registers how they sound. Like something you'd say about a single mom, some divorced thirty something with three kids, working two jobs to keep everyone fed and clothed. Not a nine year old.

"I guess -" Deanna sucks in a breath. "I just think about that a lot. That's all."

There's this dread growing inside of Sam as he watches Deanna's mouth twist up; she blinks, angrily. "Are you - crying?"

"Shut up," she mumbles.

She turns her face away a little. Draws her knees up to her chest. And it's strange and unsettling for Sam to see, like a horse walking on its hind legs or something; because Deanna doesn't cry, crying is for girls, and anatomy aside, she doesn't much like being seen as one of those. Even before Dad's pyre she stood, solemn and silent, breathing slow, composed. A hell of a lot more composed than Sam was, anyway.

"What's going on, Dee?"

She shrugs. That's very different to I'm fine.

And if things had been in any way close to normal over the last couple of months, Sam might touch Deanna's hand right about now. Lace their fingers; cup her face. Kiss her, maybe, the way she hasn't let him kiss her in a long time. Not since - well - not since the night they let Dad go. Sam can still remember the heat from the fire on his face, the way Deanna's hair felt grainy with ash; how her lips had tasted earthy and swollen, how she felt so small and fragile in his arms, more than she ever had. Still his big sister. Still the person he wants when he's scared and spiralling and doesn't know what to do but grab onto her, and hold on and on and on.

Deanna sniffs, loudly. "I just - I had so much on my shoulders, you know? Dealin' with you... dealin' with Dad..."

Her voice cracks a little. Sam says, "It was - it was a lot. I know." 

A lot. So much summed up in those two words, but it's not like Sam's had a lot of practise in talking about this.

Deanna laughs down at her folded knees, all thick. "You don't know, Sammy. You don't know at all. And I'm - I'm really glad you don't."

Sam isn't sure what to say to that. Partly because he can't gauge Deanna's tone, and partly because that feels like one of the most honest things Deanna's ever said to him. And now he's really worried.

"I just - I always wished I had another chance, you know? A chance to do over all those screw ups I made."

Tentatively, Sam reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder. It tenses a little beneath his fingers; but she doesn't pull away. That's good.

"I don't know where all this is coming from, Dee," Sam admits.

There's a pause, and Deanna seems to blink for a little too long. "It's - Sammy, I just keep on thinking. Dad's - Dad's gone." 

It's the first time she's actually said it. Sam swallows; throat feels a little thick. "Yeah. I know."

"And I was just getting - you get used to things being one way, you know?" She runs a hand through her hair, shiny with grease like oil slicks. "It's always like that. You start getting used to things, and then - then some other shit happens. And suddenly things are a whole new way. Before you can even fucking -"

"What do you mean?"

"Sammy, I knew something was wrong. I - I think I knew all along. But - today..."

Sam does everything in his power to keep his growing anxiety out of his voice. "Where did you go today, Deanna?" 

Her lips press together. She's still looking at her lap.

That dread expands, curdles, in Sam's gut. "Tell me."

Her hands are shaking against her thighs. "I - I went to the doctor."

That's absolutely the last thing Sam expected. "Since when do you go to the doctor?"

"I kinda had to."

Sam watches the little quiver of her fingers; and with that, he thinks back to the puking, the tiredness, how not right his sister looks. He thinks about Jess, how they were talking about what color to paint the living room 24 hours before she went up in flames on the ceiling. He thinks about Dad calmly sending him off for coffee before he…

Things are one way. Then suddenly they're another. Before you can blink, before you even remember your own name.

"Are you - are you sick?" Sam tries to keep his voice even.

Deanna isn't looking at him. "Kinda."

Sam thinks about Deanna hooked up to wires and machines. The miracle; how miracles don't happen. He's been harboring a little fear that there has to still be something wrong. A lacerated organ. A foreign object. Something they must have missed. But he thought - hoped - it was just that - a fear.

Sam sucks in a breath. "Okay. So - so what..."

Deanna smiles grimly. "Turns out I've got a parasite."

He watches Deanna shift. Her hand move towards one of the pockets of Dad's jacket. She keeps her eyes on her lap as she passes a small slip of paper to Sam. Small, rectangular. He takes it.

It's a moment or so before he realizes what he's seeing. Kind of like a photograph; a fuzzy sepia. Odd shapes that slowly begin to make sense.

"Ten weeks," Deanna says, her voice a little hoarse with disbelief. "I'm - I'm ten fucking weeks pregnant, Sammy."

Sam stares numbly at that ultrasound still. At the shapes, like two beans stacked on top of each other. Faint, fuzzy lines. Tiny arms. Tiny legs. He stares at them until they blur.

Ten weeks. Ten weeks since -

"So it's - " Sam can't finish the sentence.

"Yeah, Sammy. It's yours."

Her voice sounds very far away. And Sam can smell ash and fumes, traces of hospital grade body wash on Deanna's skin, skin that was bruised all over from cannulae and wires; and Sam couldn't catch his breath because Dad was gone, the last of him was just yards away on that burnt out pyre, gone; and Deanna's hands were on his face, tangled up in his hair, forehead pressed against his, and she was straddling his lap in the Impala's backseat, her eyes shut, muttering ssh, ssh over and over, maybe to Sam, or maybe to herself, but she kept saying it, even through the long kisses she kept pressing to his mouth; and Sam remembers he could barely see, he felt like he was choking on that ashy air, but he had Deanna, and he needed Deanna, he'd never needed her so much in his entire life. And Deanna understood, the way she's always understood things like that; and Deanna had kept on with her kissing and ssh-ing as she moved on top of him, fast, desperate, and Sam had clung onto her waist and met each roll of her hips, fast, anguished, because he couldn't get close enough, deep enough; and Deanna had been making these pitchy, breathless sounds like she was in pain, but she didn't stop Sam, and the whole time her eyes were wide and fixed on his face; and Sam remembers tangling her hair around his fingers like rope, he remembers arching up against her as he came, his body going through the motions, his senses numb to it. That numbness hasn't really left him since.

"Sammy, say something."

Deanna's voice, strained, cuts through the memory. Hauls Sam back to the present; Bowie, rotten oil, dead leaves. That autumnal breeze. His sister's face, tight and worried. Sam recognizes that pallor a little more now: shock.

It's passing through Sam as well. Of all the things he expected - this was nowhere on the list. Nowhere close.

"Alright," he manages eventually. Amazed at how calm he sounds. "What do you wanna do?" Because that's the thing to ask, right?

Deanna's lips twist again. "I mean - like, right away, I thought about just - you know - going off and taking care of it. Not even telling you. Just - "

"You wouldn't have told me?"

"I said I thought about it, Sam." She clicks her tongue; another rough wipe of her eyes. "I'm telling you now, aren't I?"

Sam keeps staring. Staring, at that image. That tiny, tiny baby. 

"Is that what you want?" he manages, eventually. Hoarse as Deanna. "To - take care of it?"

Deanna's pause seems to roll around the length of the yard. Then, her eyes stray to her lap again. "You know, Dad used to lecture me about this shit. Made it very clear how disappointed he'd be if I ever accidentally got myself knocked up."

Sam says, "Really?"

"Yeah. All the time." There's something acidic in Deanna's voice. "And you know why he harped on about it so much?"

"Why?"

"Because he said it wouldn't be fair to bring a kid into all this. Into the life." Deanna laughs, this flat, one-note thing. Something sharp flashes through her eyes; something gone too quick for Sam to fully identify. "Can you believe he said that to me? After everything he..."

She stops. And Sam watches Deanna's face reset, as if she hadn't expressed something like anger towards Dad for the first time ever. Something like what Sam has been saying, feeling, thinking, ever since he was old enough to understand. Everything Deanna always denied.

"It wouldn't have to be the same." It comes out of Sam's mouth before he can catch up with it. "You know. The same as we had it."

Deanna keeps on looking at her lap.

"You -" Sam takes a breath. "You know that, right?"

Deanna sighs. More like the breath whipping out of her body. "I'm not gonna stop looking for the demon, Sammy."

She says it like she expected Sam to insist on it. He clarifies: "I'm not saying we do. I'm saying we make it work."

He has no idea how. No fucking idea. His brain hasn't quite absorbed what's in front of him yet, the news undigested; but he's certain, somehow, of that.

Deanna gives that odd laugh again. Sam isn't sure what it means, this time. "It's also..." She picks at that thread on her shirt again. "I mean, the doctor said it looked healthy. But what if it comes out and it's like, a cyclops or something?"

"Why would it be -"

Deanna's shoulders rise. "You've seen Deliverance, right?"

Oh.

Sam swallows. His eyes stray back to the picture. Not that he can see much; not that there's much to see. But there's enough there for Sam to think it looks absolutely perfect.

"There are risks," is all he can think to say. "But it's - you know. It's not completely inevitable."

Deanna narrows her eyes. "You've already looked this stuff up, haven't you?"

She says it in this accusatory way. Sam runs his thumb delicately across the grainy image. "There was always a chance this could happen, Dee."

Always a chance. They've never done much to mitigate it, really. There's not enough space in Sam's brain right now, to wonder why that is.

Deanna skips over it too. Runs a hand through that greasy hair. Her lips twist.

"I just think," she says, after a while, "even if it comes out with three heads, playing a fucking banjo... would I care? You know?"

She's still not quite meeting Sam's eyes. Sam prompts, "Would you?"

"I mean. It's not like it'd be the only freak in this family, right?" A smile spreads across her mouth. "Sammy, you know I wouldn't care. I'd -I'd love it no matter what."

"Me too." It comes out thick; Sam's never been more sure of anything in his life.

He hands Deanna back the picture; takes her hand, deceptively delicate and cold in his, as he watches her eyes fog up with tears again. She doesn't hide this time; leans in to press her forehead against Sam's, just like that night ten weeks ago, just like they've come full circle. And fuck, it feels like forever since Sam's been touched like this, touched by anyone; he's just wondering if leaning in for a kiss would be pushing it, when he feels Deanna's plump, dried out lips brushing his. They feel a little sticky, and there's this malodor to her breath, but Sam barely registers it. It's like coming home.

I missed you, he doesn't say; can't, when Deanna's mouth would smother it anyway. When Deanna would only screw her face up and call him a big girl, and he'd rattle with guilt about feeling a little humiliated by that, but he'd feel it anyway.

Deanna pulls away first. She's a little flushed, and Sam can faintly see the capillaries in her face, like pink lines on a map under her skin; she squeezes his hand, laces their fingers. Moves them together until Sam's palm is flat against her stomach, the warmth of her body underneath that worn flannel.

"I keep thinking I can feel it," she whispers. "Now I know it's there."

Sam watches their interlaced hands dumbly. Overwhelmed. He can too.

"I kinda hope it's a girl." Deanna's voice has that hoarse quality again. "So I can - so she can have a Mom. So she can have what I didn't have."

She says it at the exact moment Sam finds himself hoping it's a boy. His reasons are similar. But for someone who doesn't like to talk, Deanna's always been way better at articulating stuff like that.

"You'll be a great Mom, Dee," he says, firmly. You were to me.

"Alright. You don't need to kiss my ass." Deanna ruffles his hair, like she did when she kissed him goodnight as a kid.

It takes Sam a moment to find his voice again. "I mean it, Dee. We'll make it work." He says it with this conviction that rises up from somewhere deep. "And I'm gonna be here for you, alright? Every step of the way."

Deanna groans. "Jesus Christ. I knew you'd be like this."

But she's smiling. And Sam allows himself to as well.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

“You know Dad would kill us, right? But man, do I wish he was here right now.”

She says it with a laugh in her voice, her face all twisted up; and Sam can't help but remember how he and Jess had talked about kids, vaguely, sometimes, kind of like a concept, a distant dream. How Sam had thought to himself about Dad a lot then, too, the way he never really stopped thinking about Dad and Deanna. He remembers wondering to himself whether Dad would be proud. Whether he'd even want a grandkid; if he'd want to know at all. Back then, Sam genuinely toyed with the idea that Dad wouldn't even care. Never come back, Sam.

It's not the same, now. Holy fuck, this is not the same, and it can probably only be a good thing that Dad's not here to know about this; so Sam pushes away the thought. He puts his arms around Deanna's waist and pulls her as close as he dares.

"It'll be okay," he says again, because he can't think of anything else. Because it has to be.

Deanna's looking at him kinda intently. "Sam, do you think this is Dad's way of like - you know - coming back?"

"Uh - what?"

Deanna shrugs. "Dunno. Just - hormones talking, I guess." She squeezes Sam's hand against her stomach. "Forget I said anything."

Sam's not sure he can. They don't say anything after that.

[dreamboundedstar]

More Bob’s Burgers Headcanons For Tina and Zeke Because Why Not!

Tina: 1. Her full first name is Martina which makes her Martina Ruth Belcher. Linda thought the name Martina was a good idea at the time, until it wasn't. Now she is forever known as Tina except for her birth certificate and other legal documents.

2. Her eyes are blue (I don't care that Tina's eyes were brown in the Archer episode, I'm going with her blue eye color that was revealed in the Bob's Burgers story, "The Makeup".

3. Tina has a hard time with romance at her age because she loves the longing. Even when drama happens in her romance she secretly is okay with the negative outcomes because it fuels her limerence. That's why she struggled with asking Jimmy Jr. to be official with her in the movie. She was so afraid of him saying yes because then things would become real and she wouldn't have her limerance to fall back on anymore once the real Jimmy Jr killed fantasy Jimmy Jr for good. She fears having trouble finding romance in the mundane and never being satisfied because of all the fantasy hours she built up over the years. With Jimmy Jr finding her barrettecklace though, she realizes she's willing to try and move past her limerence because she learns that she can still find romance even in the smallest gestures. It may not be the Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers drama she always wanted, but it was hers and she would be okay with that. 4. Another reason for her limerence is because she fears once things become real for her, they will be gone in an instant once the guy decides she wasn't enough. At least in her fantasy she can believe she will always be enough, the apple of her dream boy's eyes, and she will never have to worry about being tossed aside like trash.

5. After her break up with Jimmy Jr. around the end of high school, she vows to never put in as many fantasy hours for a boy as she did for him at least until she's sure she's safe to do so. She just can't handle that pain anymore. She still will be boy crazy, she just has a limit to how long she will fantasize about her crushes before she dates them now.

6. She has a box full of wedding plans/ideas for herself and her whole family, even Bob and Linda just in case they ever have the money to want to renew their vows with a fancier wedding. Gayle is also included as well. 7. As she gets older, she slowly starts dating more guys against her type of tall, skinny guys with long necks, perfectly shaped butts, and accents because she desperately doesn't want to end up like Gayle all because she had too high standards.

8. Tina's birthday is July 8th, 2008, I will accept nothing else. (Blame the Bob's Burger wiki for saying that it was her birthday! It's gone now but it was there! I refuse to let go that Tina, a character I kin has the same birthday as me! XD) 9. Tina is autistic but undiagnosed. That's not breaking new ground but that's my headcanon. 10. Tina grows up to be the smallest of the Belcher kids. She's slightly smaller than Linda while Gene is his mom's height while Louise is the tallest in between Bob's and Linda's height.

11. When Tina is 16 she will juggle working at her family restaurant, babysitting, and at a book store to afford college or whatever if she decides not to go to college. She has her hands full especially when she still has two more years of school.

Zeke: 1. Zeke's full name is Ezekiel Anthony Connor. 2. His birthday is March 11th, 2008 ( March 11th is the release date of "The Belchies", Zeke's first appearance. I couldn't use Bobby Tisdale's birthday because I couldn't find it so this was the next best thing). 3. Zeke's grandma's name is Daniella and his grandpa was named Anthony. 4. He was raised mostly by his grandparents until his grandpa died and his grandma couldn't take care of him anymore and had to be put in a home. 5. Curt from Bob's flashback in "Two for Tina" is Zeke's 44-year-old brother (assuming it's a half-brother) because I think it's funny and they share a voice actor. 6. Zeke's dad is a con artist that sells cheaply made crap of all kinds and that's why they moved around a lot. Zeke's dad would be good at what he does since it is revealed he owns a jacuzzi tub in "Tina and the Real Ghost". Though he could be bad at it and just squanders his money anyway instead of providing for his kid. 7. Zeke's mom was held back 4 times in school (if Harold from Hey Arnold can do it then so can she lol). She was 21 when she went to prom and was pregnant with Zeke. Still creepy as heck for a hypothetical 46-year-old to impregnate a 21 to 22-year-old, but not illegal. (I'm assuming Curt was born when Zeke's dad was 15 to be generous) 8. Zeke was an unwanted pregnancy. I can see Zeke's mom as a gold digger that was tricked into thinking Zeke's dad was more wealthy than he actually was. Zeke's mom wanted the easy way out because she was doing terribly in school and thought Zeke's dad could be her way in. She got pregnant by accident and neither of them was ready for it. Zeke's parents got married and tried to make it work but they just didn't work as a couple. Zeke's dad got more custody than Zeke's mom in the divorce because he seemed slightly more stable at the time.

9. Before Cheryl, not a day went by without Zeke's dad making Zeke feel like a screw-up. No matter how much he tries to help with his dad's business, it's never enough. 10. Zeke's relationship with his mom is not much better. She acts like she loves him but he can tell she's only doing what she thinks a mother is supposed to do and going through the motions. He can't help but feel that all she can see in him was her own mistakes. He still tries to see the best in both of his parents because he would go insane otherwise. 11. Zeke's grandparents were the few good role models in Zeke's home life. Cheryl, Zeke's stepmom later on would help get his dad's act together and Zeke will be forever grateful to her for that. She still has an issue with alcohol and is a shopaholic, but she is more present in Zeke's life than his bio mom is. 12. Zeke gets his love language from his grandparents. 13. Zeke has undiagnosed ADHD which explains his impulse control problem and why he gets bored very easily in "Tina and the Real Ghost".

14. Zeke grows up to be as tall as Bob but still shorter than Jimmy Jr. He's still stocky but his muscles balance out his stocky physique. He doesn't have a problem with being a big guy and is comfortable with himself. Just don't ask him why he's been putting more on his glutes lately because you won't get an answer. Definitely doing it for himself and not for anybody else yes siree bob. 15. At 16, Zeke would volunteers to help cover for Tina at Bob's Burgers during the times she's doing either at her book store job or babysitting job. 16. Zeke has green eyes.

Anyway, that's all. I tried to do more headcanons for them as characters rather shippy headcanons. Though a bit slipped through the cracks for both of them. Here's the height chart to compare the heights.

(Blue Bob is supposed to be Jimmy Sr Pesto's height but I guess like the show I'm trying to erase the character's existence on a subconscious level. XD)

Figures come from here. http://www.mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/compsizes.xhtml

When I think I'm done with the headcanons they just keep coming for some reason. Fingers crossed that I'm not too off base when it comes to Zeke's family. I'm basically placing my bets that his bio parents are terrible people and only his grandparents and Cheryl were good to him. I would hate to be eating crow later. XD

[anathewierdo]

Call of the Ocean Chapter 40: The Beginning of the End

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female!Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 9.9k

Chapter Summary: Thasman and Y/N face Michael for the last time. Both merfolk finally see what was of Sindarta under Michael’s rule.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

A/N: Get comfy for this one y’all... It’s long as hell XD, but it’s SOOOO worth it. This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva​

Y/N sighed as she looked at her aunt and Thasman. For now, Bobby was able to convince Cas and Benny that Dean needed a break from working. And it was true. Y/N had let Dean know that he had to focus on his garage. And Bobby was able to convince Benny and Cas, for now at least, that Dean needed a small vacation.

“We must prepare to meet with the Zenarian envoy,” Thames said as she looked to her son and niece. “We will need everything at our disposal including our power to overcome Michael.

“What good will our powers be, when my father couldn’t use his?” Y/N muttered as she stared at a picture of herself and Dean at the aquarium.

“Michael won’t be able to overpower all of us,” the lost princess argued. “With Zenara’s support and a good plan, it will all be alright.”

“Then how did he overpower my father?” Y/N asked, clearly frustrated. “Father could have easily called on the sea to help him with Michael, and yet, he did not!”

“Wait,” Thames said as she came to realize something. “While you two were here on the surface when Michael first arrived, he gave your father a gift.” she revealed. “It is customary for foreign dignitaries to give a gift when they first arrive and I thought nothing of it.”

“What was it?” Thasman asked curiously.

“A set of cuffs,” Thames said as she thought hard about it. “They looked like ordinary cuffs at first. But when the kingdom fell I noticed something off about the coloring.”

“So Michael disguised cuffs that could suppress father’s powers?” Y/N asked.

“It could be possible,” Thames said as she paced in the living room. “As scroll keeper I had access to all the knowledge our kingdom has gathered over the Millennia of our existence.”

“And there is something that would keep our powers suppressed?” The princess asked.

“Yes,” Thames said as she looked at her son and niece. “It is said that jewelry made of Serpentine was once made to keep royals who betrayed their people at bay.” she sat down and continued her explanation. “Of course as everything in the archives it is taken as legend as no one has ever seen it being used on a royal.”

“But how could you not know that the cuffs were made of serpentine? Wouldn’t you have been able to tell?” Thasman asked as he looked at his mother.

“After Nereus was imprisoned I snuck into his prison to take a closer look at the cuffs.” Thames explained as she looked down in shame. “Michael was able to encase the outer casing of the Serpentine in Peridotite.” she took in a deep breath. “Michael was very cunning in his infiltration. He was able to hide a way to make sure that our king would be incapacitated.”

“So we’re screwed if he has more of them,” the merman guessed.

“That is one way to put it,” Thames breathed. “But, those are so rare, my guppy, I doubt he has more of them, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

Thasman let out a frustrated grunt as he stood to pace in the small living room. His fingers running through his hair. “That’s… not useful.”

“I know,” Thames mumbled seriously. “I tried to gather as much information as I could on his men and his weaponry. Nereus was furious and ashamed Michael could do so much with so little, until more mermen began to arrive.”

“There are more?” Y/N asked her fear rising at the thought of Michael having more men. “Are they from Zenara as well or other kingdoms?”

“I do not know,” Thames sighed. “But there is a small sliver of hope within our kingdom.” she said to them.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“A resistance was formed.” She looked to Thasman. “Most of the guards you have served with, they formed a small fighting force. Nothing too big. Just enough to stop certain movements Michael wanted to make.”

“And Michael doesn’t know about this resistance,” the young merman guessed.

“He knows there is a small force,” Thames admitted. “But what he doesn’t know is how patient those who are really against him can be.”

“Alright,” Bobby said from the dining room. “I think we need to rest. You have all been through enough and I know this is hard but there is no use in fighting if you’re going to be exhausted.”

His look left room for no argument and Y/N and Thasman found themselves reluctantly standing up.

“I think ordering a pepperoni pizza is in order,” Thames said as she walked to her son. “I know that Roan and Dean are okay. They are strong and resilient.” she looked at both her niece and son. “Michael will not break them easily.”

“That’s the thing,” her son sighed in defeat. “He shouldn’t have gotten the chance to in the first place.”

“Guppy,” Thames said as she cupped his face. “It is as it is meant to be. You as well as I know that there must be a reason for this to happen.”

“I don’t think that helps, seashell.” Bobby called as he started to dial the number to the pizzeria.

Thames nodded, “Guppy,” she whispered. “I can feel that he is alive. I know that there will be people within the palace making sure he is safe.”

“Maybe,” he conceded.

“Now, why don’t you and Y/N strategize. I’m sure there are things you need to discuss with Queen Sereia. You both must show her majesty that you have a foolproof plan.”

“Now you’re just trying to distract me. I’m not ten anymore, mom.” Thasman pointed out with a small smile.

“We can’t do anything until tomorrow morning, Thas. Getting yourself ready and rested is the best you can do, and you do need a distraction.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Thasman looked at his cousin and sighed. “Did I ever show you the video of Cas and Benny that Dean sent to me?”

“What video?”

Thasman smiled widely, “let’s go get the laptop thing and I’ll load it up.” he said as he led her towards the room Ellen had made as a small office. Bobby walked towards Thames just as the two disappeared into the room.

“Pizza should be here in about thirty minutes or so,” he sighed. “Guess I’ll have to come up with something to tell everyone at the garage while you guys are out there.” He knocked on the wooden table softly.

“Thank you, Bobby. Truly.”

“Just, at least promise you’ll let me know you’re alive?” Bobby asked sadly. “I don’t think I could stand the radio silence again.”

Thames turned away from his gaze, nervously patting her fingers against the table. “I could… I could come and visit, when all is over.”

Bobby cleared his throat and nodded, “That-- um, that would be nice. I’m sure we can go to Al’s and get some more eclairs.” He gave her a shrug and moved closer his fingers dancing along the table slowly inching towards hers. His heart began to pound in his chest as he tried to find something else to say.

“I’d love to.”

“Thames?” Bobby said as he moved a little closer.

“Yes?”

Licking his lips, he reached up and caressed her cheek, “our son is going to get married.” he said with a smile. “And I know you guys have traditions and what not but--” he took in a deep breath. “Do you think, that maybe, after having the traditional one in your home, you guys can--” he closed his eyes before opening them gaze into hers. “You guys can have another ceremony here? So I can be a part of it?”

Thames let out a huff, smiling as if she heard something funny. “Robert, that’s not something we need to discuss. Of course there will be another ceremony so you can be a part of it. Thasman will need you there. He wants his father by his side when the ceremony takes place.”

“Okay,” Bobby said as he brought his face close to hers. “Then I guess I can ask you to be my date?”

She stopped for a moment, thinking. “You can ask,” she started, “but I can’t promise anything regarding my answer.”

“Will you be my date to our son’s wedding?” Bobby asked as his nose brushed hers, lips dangerously close.

“I’ll answer when I come back, okay? Something to look forward to.”

Bobby let out a chuckle at her remark, “sassy as always, seashell,” he whispered. His face a mere inch away from her. His eyes kept glancing at her lips, wondering if she would slap him if he tried to kiss her.

Instead, Thames leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before practically beelining for the kitchen, saying loudly that the table had to be set and that they had to make something else for the kids to eat. He heard Ellen laugh for the first time since they’d come back from the beach that morning, asking Thames what had gotten into her. When he heard a faint, ‘nothing’, he smiled. He knew that tone. She sounded just like the young woman he remembered her as when she got all flustered and adorable.

Ellen walked out of the kitchen, giving Bobby a smile mixed with a mocking accusatory look. “What’d you do, Singer? That woman hasn’t acted like that before.”

He could only shrug, smiling like the stupid teenager he was whenever Thames was involved. “She kissed me.”

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Y/N awoke the next morning. She had trouble sleeping but something happened. She had a small dream after all the nightmares. More like a memory really. Where she and Dean were on one of their dates. He had taken her to the city of Austin. It was a lovely getaway where they saw some bats flying out from under a bridge called congress. She got to learn about the system of government they had. And she got to eat the most amazing food. All the while Dean had never left her side. When the sun hit her face she turned to bury her face in the pillow.

‘Come on, Princess,’ Dean’s voice rang as clear as a bell.

“Don’t want to wake up,” she complained. “Want to stay in bed with you.”

In her mind, she was with Dean, in his bed. His body holding hers after a night of making love.

‘Y/N, help me!’

The scream woke her abruptly, sitting up on the empty bed with shivers running down her spine. Reality hit her: Dean was in trouble or worse, dead. She threw the covers off and made her way to the bathroom. She let the warm water cascade down her body as she tried to focus on the day. And yet, she couldn’t get the way Dean screamed out of her head.

The sun was barely rising, yet when she entered Ellen’s kitchen, everyone was already there, making breakfast as fast as they could. Her aunt and cousin moved quickly and anxiously asking if there was anything else they could help with.

“You two relax and let Bobby and I handle things,” Ellen said. “Y’all have a lot on your plates so you just eat and save your strength.”

“But the faster we’re done the faster we can leave,” Thames argued.

“Sometimes too many hands make things worse, not better, hun. Now shut up, sit your asses down and let us work.”

“I’m not hungry,” Y/N said as she looked at the table. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not. You need to eat. At least take some fruit, Y/N.” Ellen said as she grabbed a banana for Y/N. “Suga, I know you’re worried about Dean, but if you don’t eat you won’t have the strength to help him.”

“I want to kill Michael,” she whispered. “I don’t care what Zenara wants. I want him dead.” She growled.

“You said you had an agreement with Zenara. And apparently, that job is reserved for Thasman here.”

Y/N stared at a spot on the table not wanting to look at her cousin. Her own anger seething within her. It was almost as if she could feel the pain Dean was in. something in her wanted to run to the cave and swim as fast as she could toward Sindarta. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized that she was being talked to.

“What?” she asked as she looked up at her aunt.

“Your highness,” she said softly. “I urge you to eat something more than the banana. At least a waffle and bacon.”

Breakfast ran calmly after that. Or at least, as calm as it could be with the impending feat the three merpeople had to do hanging over everybody’s heads. Soon enough, they had left Ellen’s house, practically running their way to the cave (Thasman may have tried to straight up jump into the ocean the second he had it near him, but the humans wouldn’t let them go without saying goodbye). And once they made it, Bobby and Ellen turned around, letting them get into the water.

Y/N shed her clothing as quickly as she could, “We will be back soon. I promise. We have to bring Dean back as soon as we find him.” she said as she neared the edge of the lagoon ready to jump in.

“Just be careful,” Ellen said as she stayed by Bobby’s side.

“We will be.” Thasman gave them both a quick hug from behind before stripping and running into the lagoon.

Y/N followed after him. But Thames stayed for a bit as she looked at Bobby. Walking up to him she caressed his cheek before kissing him softly and turning to the lagoon following her son and niece. Under the water Thames swam to her son and stopped him from swimming on.

“Before we go you need to pick up your hair,” she said. “You too, Y/N.”

“Why me?” Thasman questioned though he was already taking the hairband on his wrist to pick his hair in a high bun.

“Because it is time our people learned the truth. And time our allies knew who Michael really cut down.” She said as she did the same with her hair. She watched as Y/N quietly picked up her own hair and sighed. “I hope that this will cement a few things.”

“And what would they be?” Y/N said as she looked to her aunt.

“That you are not meant for the throne, my niece. You are not happy in our world any longer, your Hhu-hung, belongs to the human.”

“The people are not going to accept me, mother.” Thasman sighed. “Even if we can defeat Michael, they will not accept me as their king.”

“I believe your father said to stop that foolishness,” she said coolly. “The people love you Thasman, and they will love you more knowing that you protected them with everything you have.” she said. “Come, we must meet with the Zenarians.”

Thasman and Y/N grew anxious on their way there. It had been an entire month (and a little bit more) since the last time either of them had seen Sindarta. Their heads were swarmed with possibilities of what Michael had done as they swam towards the spot they’d agreed to meet Queen Sereia just before the border of Sindarta.

Mermaid law amongst the kingdoms is strict, tough and just. Or at least as just as it can be. When it comes to oaths, agreements, allies and promises between each other, the value of each monarch’s word is everything they have. The ocean, being their beautiful, yet sometimes dangerous common home was unpredictable and at times treacherous. Merpeople’s monarchs could not give each other the same luxury; Once a traitor, always a traitor. And depending on how bad the crime was, death was either mercyful or painful.

Even knowing that, Y/N still let out a sigh of relief upon seeing their allies waiting for them. They were greeted by the monarchs of the three respective kingdoms who had been able to help: Queen Sereia of Zenara, King Leomaris of Lintirania and the eldest Princess of Atlaria, Adrina.

Once the formalities had been dealt with, Y/N called for them to meet at Queen Sereia’s station. King Leomaris had been skeptical of Thasman’s presence at their meeting, but once he’d turned to reveal his Royal Mark, the merman had shut up, apologized and nodded so they could all proceed. With a, now, clear and efficient strategy, the three foreign monarchs parted, each headed to their respective lot to inform their merpeople of what they were to do.

It had been agreed that surrounding Sindarta was their best option at taking down every single one of Michael’s soldiers. Thasman and Y/N would stay with Sereia’s troops and cover the north and part of the west of the border while Leomaris would take the south and west and Princess Adrina would take the east whatever she could of the south.

“If you would have told me the traitor had cut down a prince,” Queen Sereia said as she swam with Y/N and Thasman after the meeting. “I would have tried to get here sooner.”

Y/N looked to the queen and sighed, “Our own kingdom doesn’t know yet. My aunt, Princess Thames, had been--”

“Wasn’t she missing?” Queen Sereia asked as she looked at Thasman.

“I am right here, Sereia,” Thames said as she looked at the Queen. “I’m sorry I never told you. I wasn’t sure you would help.”

“Considering I’m the one that kept your secret about the human you should have at least entrusted me with the knowledge of your son,” she scolded.

“I was scared, Sereia,” Thames admitted. “I had to do it alone. And while it wasn’t the ideal choice it worked out and kept him safe until now.”

“I take it you found the human again,” the Queen sighed as she pulled her friend into a hug. “You deserve happiness, Thames. I can only imagine the pain you put yourself through.”

“Sereia, what matters now is that we save our home,” Thames said as she looked to her friend.

“Then let us go to battle,” Sereia said as she led them towards where the volunteers were awaiting.

Against a real army, their numbers would have been bad. Against Michael’s followers, they would do well. The time to fight came, and as they neared their home, ready to fight whoever stepped in their way, Thasman and Y/N’s hearts clenched.

As they began to swim towards the kingdom, Y/N could see a large blue crab making his way towards Thasman. She tilted her head curiously as Thasman seemed to be having a small conversation with the creature.

“Thas?” Y/N swam up to him, “What are you doing?”

The merman straightened up, thanking the crab before motioning to Y/N to keep swimming.“I was talking to them,” he answered distractedly. “Apparently I can do that. I asked for help and they have seemed to do their part.”

“What did you ask them to do?” Y/N wondered, “I mean are you only able to talk to the crabs or is it all sea creatures? I know father can control the sharks--” she paused her rambling

“I don’t know, Y/N/N, this is as new to me as it is to you,” he mumbled.

“When did you discover this?” she asked.

“Last night,” he answered. “It’s not important right now; the kingdom needs us.”

So many questions were left unanswered, but he had a point. Not the time. Y/N relented, stating a quiet ‘later then’ and squared her shoulders, gripping tightly onto her sword as they continued to swim towards home. From a distance, they guessed not much had been demolished. Their home seemed to be mostly intact, physically. But they knew, something wasn’t right. And the leech that had caused it would pay, one way or another.

You see, Sindarta may not be the biggest, strongest kingdom there is, but whatever they lacked in strength and size, they had in beauty, in science, in knowledge. The balm their doctors had developed was swelled from other kingdoms far and near, their scroll archive was one of the biggest the ocean had seen. The kingdom would glow with life and color even from a distance with that characteristic sense of welcome they’d grown known for.

Now… now it was just cold. Even the way it glowed was wrong. Y/N, Thasman, and The Zenarian envoy made their way slowly into the kingdom from the north. As they neared the gates, Thasman heard a small sound. It was familiar, and he placed his arm stopping the princess from moving forward.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Conch whistle,” he whispered. He turned his head to the sound to see a piece of sea glass reflecting in the light. “Friend or foe?”

“What do you think?” Y/N asked as she looked at her cousin.

“I need a piece of sea glass. If they can answer correctly maybe, they are friends, but I would not drop my guard.”

Y/N reached into her satchel for a small piece of glass. Handing it to Thasman she watched as he began to flash a small singal of lights. She wasn’t sure what he was doing but he waited for a response.

“What did you send them?” she asked.

“Something only the most loyal of Sindartan guards would know,” Thasman said.

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“Your mother’s powers,” Thasman said. “Not many outside only an elite circle would know. And none of them would betray Sindarta if they knew the answer.

“And if they are loyal but don’t know that?”

Thasman shook his head, “The person using the sea glas is one of the elite. It is the way of communication. No other guards know to use it.”

“And why didn’t I know this?”

The merman shrugged, eyes locked on where he’d seen the reflection. “Paranoia, mostly.”

Y/N just hummed, watching with Thasman as the answer came.

“Stay here,” He said to Y/N. “I’ll make sure they’re trustworthy. If they are, I’ll sing that human song you like.” he said to her.

“And risk giving yourself away to Michael’s soldiers? I’m coming with you. Thames and Sereia can charge the castle’s front. We’re staying together.”

“But--” Thasman silenced himself when he saw the look his cousin gave him. “Very well, but if I tell you to swim for your life, you get out as fast as you can.”

“Not without you and our hhu-hng’s safe and away from that sea urchin.”

“Fine,” Thasman said as he made his way towards where the sea glass signal was coming from.

“The queen was once as slippery as an eel,” he said.

“But she could sting like a jellyfish and incapacitate her enemies,” a voice said. “Thasman?”

“Dathan?” He said as a merman with a red tail moved from the shadows.

“We thought you had died!” Dathan exclaimed, smiling relieved.

Thasman pulled out his dagger, “Not another move Dathan,” he said cautiously. “How do I know I can trust you? I know we had traitors in our ranks.”

“Thasman, you have known me since we were put into the academy,” Dathan said. “I was there when you asked Roan for your first date. I was the one that caught you in the training grounds and if it weren’t for me it would have been worse and not just Liara being the one I bumped into.”

“You know why I do this Dathan,” Thasman said softly but still held his dagger. “I was struck from behind after winning. That eel took the kingdom by force, and he has Roan. Who knows what he is doing to him.”

“A big number of Sindarta’s ranks took refuge in the shadows. And some even had to bow down to ensure we had someone from our side watching him.” The merman raised his hands in a sign of surrender.

“What have they reported?” Thasman asked. “Did they see Roan? And someone else with them?”

“He was escorted in yesterday with a rogue merman.”

“Rouge merman?” Y/N asked. “It wasn’t a human?” She looked at Dathan who seemed to realize the Princess was before him.

“Your Highness, forgive me.” He bowed. “Welcome back home.”

“I want an answer Dathan!” She hissed. “Was there a human with them?”

“No, Princess. No human was with them.”

Y/N felt as though the sea water was knocked out of her as she placed her hand on her heart. She looked at Thasman before she looked at Dathan. She felt a surge of anger rise as her heart began to break. The small spark began to erupt from her fingers and onto her sword as her eyes glowed violet.

“Y/N,” Thasman looked to his cousin. “I’m sure we will find him. Maybe MIchael has him in a different area not with the prisoners. He isn’t a merman after all, Michael could have him with the other sea creatures.” He tried to reason. “Don’t lose sight of what we are here for, please.”

Y/N took in a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. “You’re right. Once we can take Michael out we can look for Dean.” she said. “Dathan, we have brought reinforcements: Zenara, Lintirania and Atlaria, are here to help us.”

Dathan beamed, though he still looked confused at their exchange. “Liara’s strategy worked, then! Follow me, Michael kept the King and Roan in the dungeon caves. Maybe he’s already finished the first turn of the day.”

“We must let the Zenarian’s know.” Thasman said as he signalled for the forces to follow.

“Wait,” Y/N stopped him. “We’ll cover more ground if they split. Let half of them follow us, the other half tays with your mother and Sereia.”

“Your mother?” Dathan asked Thasman.

“It’s a long story,” Thasman said as he looked to his second in command.

Thasman signalled for the Queen to come as they talked about their plan to head to the dungeon. Thames stayed behind, not wanting to reveal herself just yet as she watched her son and Y/N head off towards the hidden caverns. As they entered the dungeon, the group kept their guard up ready to fight if necessary. But as they looked around, they began to notice the prison cells were empty.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Thasman said as he looked around the cells.

“King Nereus isn’t in his cell either,” Dathan called. “Michael has them.”

Y/N gulped with difficulty, trapped between seething fury and heartbroken desperation. She tried to school her voice as much as possible, but the words still came out wobbly.“Where would he… where would he go…”

The soldier gave her a solemn look. “According to our infiltrators, he has a preference for the throne room.”

Y/N watched as Thasman’s face contorted in anger before he turned to the closest Zenarian soldier, stealing her sword in one quick movement before shouting a ‘follow me!’ and swam full speed towards the exit of the dungeons. Thasman barely paid attention to the sound of the men behind him unsheathing their own weaponry.

They had barely made it to the doorway that would let them out of the dungeons before the first blood had been spelt. One guard, clearly one of Michael’s, if the frown he’d given Thasman said anything, was standing by the door. The son of the lost Princess didn’t even blink as he drew his sword into the merman’s chest. He pushed the huge door wide open, not even giving a single shell anymore as he screamed to the merpeople who’d followed him to hurry up and kill whoever was on Michael’s side. They found it easy to distinguish friend from foe. If an unknown soldier drew their sword, it was over. Servants, handmaidens, even a handful of guards had outright fucking beamed at the sight of Thasman and Y/N swimming side to side with deadly glares as they fought whoever dared to stand in their way. Soon enough, they were only a few turns away from the throne room’s entrance.

Dathan extended an offering hand to the Princess. “If you’ll allow me, I beg you let me and a couple of my fellow soldiers cover you.”

“It won’t be necessary, Dathan, though your intentions are greatly appreciated,” Y/N argued as she tried to move around the guard.

“But it is you he ultimately wants, Your Grace.” he reminded her, stopping her movements, “You are more at risk by being the first thing he sees when we cross that door.”

“No one doubts your capabilities, Y/N.” Thasman spoke, though his eyes remained trained on where they were going. “But it’s better if we put as much distance as we can between you and that leech.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, she let a small group of soldiers surround her. She watched as Thasman led the charge and the screams from the throne room grew louder. Her heart clenched and she watched as Thasman destroyed soldier after soldier of Michaels ranks. Up until the last ones all but surrendered. Barging in, there was a large commotion as soldiers housed in the throne room. From where she was she could see Michael's hands on Roan. Her father to his left and a merman she didn’t recognize to his right.

“Get your filthy claws off my fiance!” Thasman shouted.

“The orphan guard,” Michael laughed. “Fiance? My, my, my,” he chuckled. “And here I thought since you won, you would be marrying the princess.”

A snap resounded in the room, and before anyone could do anything, King Nereus was hanging from the chains with one hand free of the cuffs. There by his side a slew of crabs who had chipped away at the cuffs.

Michael stared at him shocked. “That’s impossible! The serpentine should not have broken so easily!”

“Do everyone a favor, Michael.” Thasman called, swimming just a foot closer in the direction of the impostor. The crabs seemed to be waiting for an order, all of them moving closer towards the newly discovered Prince. “Surrender now and maybe Queen Sereia will show mercy.”

“I will never surrender to a servant like you,” he spat. “Besides, what can the queen do? She is weak! Hiding in that cavern of hers in the triangle.” he laughed. “I told her we should have taken this pitiful kingdom to learn it’s secrets and she shot me down.” Michael rushed to Thasman with his sword raised.

Thasman blocked the attack. “Are you mad? Michael, you would break every sacred merlaw there is for what?”

Around them, a small fight erupted. Only four of the soldiers in the throne room tried to join Michael in his attempt to attack Thasman, but were interrupted by the merpeople behind the latter. He could focus on taking down the leech without worrying. Thasman faintly heard his cousin ordering their ranks to secure the rest of the castle.

“Because the old order is worthless!” Michael shrieked. “Poseidon's mark is nothing but a sham. Why should they be the only rulers!” he glared at Thasman. “You don’t have a mark. You know how they see us. Join me Thasman, it’s not too late to change your ways. Think of the times they treated you as a servant.”

Michael growled as he made attempt after attempt to hurt Thasman unsuccessfully. The latter was struggling, though; so much time on land had lent his skills somewhat rusty. He wasn’t as fast or as good as he was almost two months ago, training and being on land. Michael made a cut on the side of his tail. Thasman retaliated by slowly making the merman move himself into a corner. Y/N knew her cousin well. He could handle Michael.

With Thasman distracting him and half of their soldiers they’d come in with helping secure the rest of the castle, she motioned for two soldiers to follow her and swam quickly towards Roan and the other merman, who were still hanging from the throne room’s ceiling and chained to its floor, unconscious, while her father was resting against the back wall, jaw clenched and eyes fierce as he braced himself to fight should he have to.

“No, Michael. If they think so low of us, then why bother with trying to make their kingdoms grow? Why bother with allowing commoners and guards and servants to sign into things like the tournaments? ”

“It's a facade!” Michael yelled.

The Princess internally rolled her eyes at the exchange. Of course Thasman would make him talk more and buy them all more time. Tuning it out was not an option, unfortunately. If Michael’s attention fell on them there was no guarantee to what would happen afterwards. So listening and working fast it was.

“It isn’t,” the king called from his place against the wall. “The tournaments allow for the strongest to win. And strength can come from anywhere.”

“You don’t want anything for others. You want power and merpeople bowing to your whim.”

Y/N gave a small sigh of relief at the sight of crabs working away the bindings of both mermen. Her heart jumped to her throat as she got close enough to assess the damage on each one. Their tails were slashed and battered, with patches of scales missing and some even dangling in the water. Cuts, bruises and bitemarks of varying colors and sizes decorated almost every part of their skin from the waist up.

Her eyes widened as she fully took in the state of Roan, ordering one of the soldiers at her side to get him out of his bindings. Her eyes kept falling back to her father, worried that a foe would try to hurt him. She pointed in his direction and ordered the second soldier to cover the King. Two mermen taken care of. She’d have to take care of the third one.

The green tail is just as damaged as Roan’s. It made Y/n’s heart ache for the pour merman. Did he have a family? What did he do for Michael to destroy him so? She choked momentarily as she looked closer at the color of his damaged tail.

It was the color of Dean’s eyes.

She had to set that thought aside. His injuries were worrying her. She pressed one hand against his chest and the other one to the side of his neck. Y/N closed her eyes in relief at the feeling of his heart pumping. She swam down to the chain that held his tail, tugging at it, pleading quietly to the crabs working on the chain to do it even faster. When the chain cut loose, she worked carefully but quickly to take it off him, swimming upwards once more to work on the chains on his wrists.

“And you have lost all of your men,” The king added, now free from his shackles but still greatly injured. With a hand pressed onto his side, he whistled: It was a call to the outside of the palace. There seemed to be nothing happening at first, but suddenly the throne room shook. Behind the throne itself, a loud banging could be heard over the fighting, the wall cracking as whatever was trying to crash through did so with a force, creating a small cloud of fog. As it cleared, the princess smiled seeing her father's precious sharks appear to help.

Returning her attention back to the merman, Y/N gently began to help the crabs tear away at the shackles. A small sound tore itself from his throat, making Y/N flinch away in fear she had hurt him. The merman did not wake up, though. Just as she was about to get back to undoing his bindings, she looked back at where she’d last seen Thasman and Michael, wanting to make sure her cousin was winning.

Michael’s face was contorted in anger and seemed shaken out of his madness. He turned to find that, just like the King said, he was now alone, surrounded by guards and soldiers of Zenara and Sindarta alike. In search of his people, he made out the figure of the Princess tending to the one of the two mermen he’d tortured. His eyes steeled over at the sight.

“See if you can catch me first,” Michael said as he made his way to the princess.

Pure anger ran through her veins. He’d taken so much, attempted to destroy her home and claim it his own, while taking away the lives of who knew how many merpeople. All while rendering her useless, watching from the sides as he did so. Y/N watched as her own cousin and several soldiers were already making their way towards him in an attempt to stop his attack, but she wanted to let him come to her.

“Don’t think I am weak, you traitor!” Y/N screamed as she shot a bolt of lightning towards him making him recoil back, saving himself from the blast by merely an inch.

The brief shock and utter fear in his face gave her a sense of satisfaction, but it did nothing to subside her need for more than justice but revenge.

“This isn’t over!” Michael said as he swam quickly through the opening caused by her father’s sharks.

He froze when he saw Queen Sereia waiting for him, he turned to find the King of Lintirania, and he recognized the crest of Atlaria. He let out a frustrated cry and turned to each of the armies in turn.

From behind him, Y/N heard Thasman call out. “It is!” She watched as her cousin moved slowly towards the deranged merman, “it is over, and you will face trial and I will be your executioner.”

Sword still in hand, Michael turned, looking at how many merpeople had now gathered at the scene. The two mermen began to circle each other, two sea creatures ready to do battle. Michael let out a yell as he charged at Thasman how moved to the side and hit the merman from behind. It only seemed to anger the imposter more as he growled in frustration. He seemed distracted enough.

Y/N let out a sigh in relief as she now had (apparently) more time to free the poor merman. She turned back around, making him the sole focus of her attention. He was too still for someone unconscious, the realization made her nerves spike as she checked for his pulse again only to deflate in relief once she felt the blood pumping through his veins.

For the first time since she had come close to him, she looked at his torn and drooping face, then took it into her hands as she now desperately lifted it up to get a closer look. Plump, half open lips due to the way she was holding him, bruises littering all of his freckled skin. Y/N had a hard time suppressing the bile that wanted to climb out of her throat at feeling him so lifeless and numb. She knew though, that behind those closed eyelids lived the brightest, most beautiful green she had ever seen.

Whatever relief she was feeling was quickly drowned by bubbling anger. One quick glance at the fight now taking place outside of the castle showed Michael and Thasman still fighting, the latter having a bit of a hard time, but maintaining his ground as he answered every single one of Michael’s blows. The Princess turned to the nearest soldier in sight, ordering them to take care of the unconscious merman before swimming out through the now open wall of the castle. Pride swelled in her chest at the sight of Thasman making Michael sloppy in his attacks.

The leech swung his sword, aiming for her cousin’s shoulder, but Thasman was quick to dodge and swim just far enough away so they were circling each other while fighting. The guard’s blows were as precise and strong as she recalled from the rounds in the tournaments. It was quiet now; their soldiers did not dare to come near the fight or even attempt to make sound as they all got sucked into a rematch of the final round of that awful tradition.

Whatever conversation they were having as their sea metal clashed and clanked was meaningless to her ears as she got closer and closer to them, eyes fierce and blood tingling as she felt lightning at the reach of her fingertips.

Another blow, another block from Thasman, and suddenly Michael was being pushed back with brutal force, leaving him an easy target with his back turned in her direction. Finally, Thasman acknowledged her fast nearing presence, his expression twisted into something wild and vengeful before turning into a more calculated one. Y/N raised a flashing hand as she gained more speed, an open invitation.

The future King of Sindarta nodded, eyes turning back to Michael, swimming up and away from the crowd of allies with the latter following close behind. As soon as Michael caught up to him, the leech slashed and fought to no avail, obviously beginning to feel tired as his blows continued to only slash the water around him. His back was still turned towards the Princess.

Finally, she had another shot. Y/N took a firm hold of one of Michael’s shoulders, pressing her fingertips against his back.

“I told you I knew my power,” she growled, letting the lightning run free from her hand and onto the merman’s flesh.

Michael screamed in sudden agony, his hold on his sword disappearing as his body flashed purple with the lightning running through it. For a moment, Y/N wondered how it would feel to end it all, to end him, for once and for all, right that instant. The thought of her cousin and Queen Sereia’s deal stopped her. Michaels had been hers to take down, but he was theirs to finish. Frustrated, she let go of his shoulder and took away her hand, leaving him to plummet down, unconscious. Y/N smiled proudly as two palace guards placed Michael in shackles and whisked him away to the dungeons.

In the heat of the moment, she swam towards Thasman, hugging him tightly as the knowledge of everything washed over her. After a moment, he hugged back just as tightly before both broke the hug. Her first thought as everything was said and done was to get to Dean and make sure her father was okay. The image of Dean, bloodied, and damaged sent another jolt of anger. Y/N could see Thasman’s face turn to panic as he turned towards the hole in the palace wall and swam towards it, the princess following quickly behind him. Their eyes searching frantically for the guards who were taking care of the ones they loved. While Thasman agreed the ocean needed an update with urgency, he was certain of one thing: Michael’s way was not the right way to do so.

Something else he noticed: no one around them was celebrating their victory.

Whoever wasn’t making sure that Michael remained restrained and powerless was staring at him, the King or the Princess. Because yes, Michael had been defeated, but the price he made their kingdom pay was a big one. It included lives and who knows how long of torture for everybody one way or another. In the faces of the Sindartan soldiers and servants that they passed, Thasman could see their relief and triumph, but it was overshadowed by their worry towards their King. It doesn’t really feel like a victory knowing how much the entire kingdom had suffered.

“Where’s Roan?” Thasman called.

“Where did they take the other merman?” the Princess demanded.

Dathan swam towards the princess and Thasman, both hands in the air in a sign of peace again. “They were taken to the medical quarters while you went after Michael.” he assured them, “the King was also ushered with them.”

Dathan raised his hand to point in the direction of the medical area. Both Thasman and Y/N seemed to rush towards it, ignoring the looks and gasps of the people around them who came to help remove the remnants of Michael’s cruelty. Looking to her cousin, she could see the steeled expression he always seemed to have when hiding his own pain. As they neared the large doors leading to where their loved ones would be, Y/N placed a hand on Thasman’s shoulder.

“Thas,” she said softly, “it’s going to be okay.” She was also trying to reassure herself.

The way Dean looked made her stomach churn. His face was marred and the tail he was sporting was ripped and shredded in places. Her heart clenched in agony at the thought of what the monster did to the man she loved. Thasman could only nod as they opened the doors. They could see the medical staff swimming around furiously trying to heal the King, Roan, and Dean as best they could. Doctors were shouting and nurses responding. Y/N tried to steeled herself as they began circling Dean, his green tail twitching what whatever they were doing to him.

“He’s lost too much blood,” she heard a doctor call out, “we need to sedate him. Bring in the jellyfish.”

“Doctor,” another nurse called, “Roan has extensive damage to his tail!”

The mermaid that seemed to be in charge cursed, yelling for more equipment and for her team to get ready. “We will do what we can, but we must tend the rogue merman first. He might not make it through the night if he stays this way,” the doctor called out.

“Thas– he– no– Dean,” she began to swim in their direction, but Thas was quicker, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging a now angry and screaming Princess away from the doctors. “Let me go!” she insisted, fighting uselessly against his hold. “He needs me!”

Thasman just tightened his hold around her. “He needs medical attention, Y/N/N.”

“Let me go,” she continued to struggle until Dathan came to help Thasman with her. “You don’t understand, it’s all my fault! He’s hurt because of me!”

“That is bullshit and you know it,” he snarled behind her. “Michael did that to them. Not you, not me. And all we can do is wait for someone to let us know how bad things are.”

In a split moment the nurses and other medical professionals were rushing to Dean’s bed, “Bring the electric ray! We need to send a small jolt to his heart.”

Y/N shook her head and sobbed before breaking away from Thasman, “NO! No more animals, he’s been through enough!” she bellowed pushing through the medical staff. She used her tail to create space between them, thinking long and hard about something Ellen told her when they were up on the surface. Electricity can kill and bring those back to life. She remembered Ellen explaining about what medical shows were doing when shocking a person’s heart. Closing her eyes she let her own powers course through her before placing a gentle hand on his heart and the other on the side of his chest.

“You are not going to leave me,” she whispered, closing her eyes and sending a small spark through Dean. “Come on,” she prayed, sending another small jolt.

The sharp gasp and tremble beneath her made her cry in relief. Dean began to cough harshly and before she could assure him she was there Y/N was taken and dragged away from him again by Thasman.

“They will make sure Dean is safe. Your father and Roan too. I have faith in our people to make sure they are well cared for, you should too.” Thasman continued to pull Y/N away from what was going on and ushered her out of the room with Dathan’s help.

The young guard looked between Thasman and the Princess, his mind filled with questions. He cleared his throat before approaching the princess.

“Your Highness,” he bowed and offered her a small smile, “do you know the rogue merman?”

Y/N could only stare at the ocean floor, her arms wrapped around herself in an attempt of comfort. “I do.”

“One of the guards assigned to him said he kept saying he was from a pod,” the guard added as he watched the Princess. “Is that where you, Thasman, and Roan were hiding? With an independent pod?”

“If I may, Dathan, I need some time alone after all of this. I’ll answer your questions once I know they are fine.” Y/N pleaded as she looked up at the guard, “please.”

“Yes, Your Highness, of course,” Dathan said with a small bow as he turned to Thasman. “How is Roan?” 

“Not good from what I heard,” he mumbled. “His tail is… awfully hurt, apparently. The whole medical team has been divided to take care of each one of them.”

“He will pull through Thas,” Dathan said as he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Now, will you tell me what you and the Princess were up to? What happened after the monster cut you down?” 

“Keeping the Princess safe was our priority,” he began. “So we swam in search of a safe place to hide and stayed there.”

“Is that where you found the other merman? What about Roan?”

“Dathan, it’s a long story. And one I will not share in these circumstances.”

“I know Thas,” the guard sighed, “but you have the mark,” he whispered. “That is a story to tell. I mean, you’re Royal. Did you always know? Y/N said--” 

“I will tell you after I know Roan is safe and healing,” Thasman interrupted. “Please, Dathan we need time to process everything. Between the tournaments, and everything between then and now, the Princess and I are exhausted.” 

“Understood, old friend,” Dathan nodded. A small, playful smile made its way into his expression. “Should I call you, Highness, now?”

Thasman let out a groan, “Dathan, it was hard enough being the orphan made captain of the guard and protector of the princess,” he leaned back against the wall and sighed, “this just takes the cake.” the human expression leaving him before he could catch it. 

“Oh, Thasman, don’t be so worried about it,” the guard chuckled. “You have the whole Guard’s respect, the kingdom loves you, you were the true winner of her Highness’ tournament,” he listed. “I would dare to say that if you were not qualified to rule before, you absolutely are now, except… this means part of the Princess’ blood runs in your veins. You can’t marry her. Besides, what is cake?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Thasman ran a hand across his face before turning to his cousin, “Y/N, are you alright?” 

“I just want him to be safe,” she whispered. “You were right, being with him is dangerous. I did this to him, Thas,” she croaked, “I brought him into our world and look at the damage it did.” 

“Not your fault. Michael’s.” Thasman closed his eyes in frustration, “We grew careless and he took an opportunity to strike. And now he’s defeated and waiting trial.”

“I can’t lose him Thas, I can’t,” she cried, “he’s my hhu-hng. I can’t lose my hhu-hng.” she practically wailed before being pulled into Thasman’s arms. 

“You are not going to lose him, Y/N/N,” he mumbled. “Have more faith in your clownfish. He’s being taken care of by this side of the ocean’s most advanced team of medics. He will be just fine.”

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, “I’m being selfish. You’re worried about Roan too and I’m here being a jellyfish.” 

Thasman tensed against her, breath hitching for a moment as the doctors’ words echoed. “It is okay to be selfish. After all, he is your beloved,” he paused. “I know Roan will be alright. He would not miss our wedding for anything. And I would not let him.”

“No, he wouldn’t, and Dean and I will be there to celebrate with you both,” she gave him a teary smile. “Besides, what better way to celebrate your crowning for you and Roan to hide away and get in trouble by doing something you did in the training grounds.”  Y/N tried to tease her cousin. Maybe lightening the mood would help the time waiting move by quicker.

“Oh, for the– shut up about that, will you? That never happened,” he laughed.

“Yes it did,” Dathan interjected with a smile, “he and Roan were in the supply room and I was trying to find my spare sword because my main sword was being repaired and --” 

“Dathan, not another word,” Thasman sent him a glare but the princess smiled. 

“Please, Dathan! Tell me! The stingray didn’t tell me he was seeing anyone before the tournaments and I wanted to strangle him for hurting Roan!” the Princess said as she smiled. 

“Dathan I promise you I will beat the living shells out of you if you say something,” he warned. “We agreed that only the important people in our lives would know. I didn’t tell you because I was your guard and you have a terrible capacity for keeping secrets.”

“For all means and purposes, Highness,” Dathan chuckled, “you missed nothing. I would say you were spared, more like saved, from those two’s antics.” When Thasman wasn’t looking, he leaned in and whispered to the Princess, “I’ll tell you later.”

“I will hold you to it,” she whispered back with a wink.

Before Thasman could say another word, the door to the medical wing opened and one of the nurses came out. 

“I apologize for the intrusion, but they are ready for visitors,” she said looking to the trio. Y/N stayed behind a bit, twisting her fingers in her hands while biting her bottom lip in hesitation.

The light moment was gone. All three of them were pulled back to sobriety of reality as Thasman and Dathan began to swim back towards the medical wing. When she didn’t swim with them, Thasman turned around and offered her his hand.

“You can’t exactly be with your beloved if you don’t swim to find him, Highness.”

She nodded while trying to suppress her sobs, “I-- I’m coming.” 

The merman nodded back, waiting. 

“I can’t,” she whispered, “I-- he--” her chest tightened as the thought of seeing him. 

“Y/N/N,” Thasman sighed, thinking. “You have to see him. Your father too. I am right here. Or I’ll have Dathan carry you in there,” he tried to joke.

She nodded and swam next to Thasman, following the nurse. They led them to the King first and Y/N held her breath. He wasn’t too bad, but his injuries were still extensive.  

The King was lying unconscious on one of the beds available in the medical wing. When they passed by his side, one of the medics informed them they would start to heal him right away, though they couldn’t really guarantee to completely fix the damage done to His Majesty’s tail and the earliest scars wouldn’t go away.

“As long as he’s alive.” Y/N had sniffled, smiling pleadingly at the medic who swore every member of the medical wing would do their best. Or at least the ones who weren’t taking care of Roan and the rogue merman would.

Taking the opportunity, Thasman asked for them and soon enough, they were in front of Roan and Dean’s beds. Both were unconscious, which freaked Thas and Y/N out at first, but the head medic explained that after everything they had gone through, even if it had only been for a few days, it would have been hard for the medics to treat them while conscious since their wounds were still fresh and would only hurt more before they started to get better. Same would go for the King.

“How long until they wake up?”

“A day or so, Princess. Then we’ll put them to sleep again until a good portion of their wounds have healed.”

Y/N looked over at Dean, her heart pounding wildly and her hands white-knuckling each other. Her aunt hadn’t lied, there was his tail. Even after seeing it in the throne room it was surreal. Scales missing and small tears in his fin, the gem in her pendant (that he still wore) glowed as she got closer to him. Taking in a slow shaky breath, Y/N reached down and took Dean’s hand in hers as her other one gently raked through his hair. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered and her fingers ghosted over his healing tail. “You need to fight and get better, please. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose my heart.”  

After a moment, she looked up to see Thasman floating next to his fiance’s bed, both of his hands were holding one of Roan’s against his lips as he glared holes into Roan’s form. Not that he was angry at Roan. Not at all. He was completely mad at the monster who’d dared to do this to him. 

“How is he?” she asked. 

It seemed like Thasman wasn’t listening, focused solely on the merman laid in front of him. “He could be better.” He mumbled after a moment. “Where are Queen Sereia and Princess Thames?”

“They are with the council,” Dathan said solemnly. “I’m afraid the council will not be lenient with Thames.” 

The answer snapped both Royals out of their stupor. Thasman turned to look at his fellow soldier, nervous. “What does that mean?”

“Thasman, the Lost Princess broke merlaw. She had you and forsook her tournament.” Dathan said. “If the King were well, things might be different, but the Princess is in no condition to confront them.” he whispered the last part to Thasman. 

“And what makes them think they can go in session without so much as one of their reigning Royals in the room?” He queried. “The King is injured, not dead.”

“Thasman, A royal needs to be in the chambers,” Y/N said, looking at both Dean and Roan. “One of us needs to be in there.” 

The merman looked at both of their unconscious lovers, thinking. “I’ll go, Take me to the council room,” he muttered. 

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What are some of your headcanons for Tommy?

@dream-beyond-the-fantasy Eeeeeee! * excited squeaking * :) Thank you! <3 I get to talk about Tommy — something I never do XD lol, thank you! Okay, soooooooooooo

So for my first headcanon, Tommy had a speech impediment such as a stutter when he was a child, and was teased about it immensely by other kids, making him feel bad about himself. He still has it, and it comes out when he’s really angry or confused, but he’s worked on hiding it, because he couldn’t handle the teasing and taunting, so he’s very self conscious about it, and that’s one of the reasons he’s so loud, is because he’s pushing back against being the quiet kid he was. I think Tommy has a lot of insecurities he hides under the larger than life personality. I actually headcanon Tommy as a big ball of jumbled up nervous anxiety that’s hiding insecurities, so he’s acting tough, but he’s really just trying to survive.

Dutch has a pretty shitty home life, so Tommy’s always having him over at his or they’ll hang out at Jimmy’s if possible. Tommy’s jokingly offered to murder Dutch’s dad, but he says it so seriously that even Dutch has trouble knowing if he’s serious or joking.

Tommy is super loyal to his friends, even when he doesn’t exactly agree with them, and he can get himself into trouble by following them or having their backs, such as ‘hating’ Daniel LaRusso, since I don’t really think he hates Daniel, I think Tommy just is loyal to a fault and thought they’d be justified in hurting Daniel because of what he’d done to Johnny at the beach. Also, under the Strike First, Strike Hard, No Mercy, rhetoric, he would have been still working with that.

He’s a morning person and a night owl, which makes for an annoying morning or night for his friends, especially Jimmy, who is definitely not a morning person.

Another headcanon is that, and this might be a little far out, lol, his father was a friend of Kreese’s, serving in the Vietnam War, I think possibly Tommy’s dad could have been Ponytail, since there’s a slight resemblance between the two... my headcanon for this is that Tommy grew up without a dad and so Kreese became that father figure to him, and that he felt a bit closer to Kreese because of the fact that Kreese knew his dad, who went away when Tommy was a baby, and never came back. So there’s that familiar bond, and the feelings he’s placed with Kreese because he’s the only real father figure Tommy has ever known, push him into trouble because he wants to make Kreese proud. (I noted some similarities between Ponytail and Tommy, so that’s how the headcanon went off)

I definitely think that Tommy would be the second to youngest in the Cobra quintet, and that it drives him crazy because Dutch pulls age a lot in a teasing manner, while Bobby gets a little too caring and might not know he’s babying him or telling him what to do. In fact, I definitely think that when Tommy first got to meet Dutch, Dutch told the others that he was definitely not babysitting, which made Tommy snark at Dutch, which actually instantly made Dutch like him, because he wasn’t afraid to lip off to him, which basically made them become instant friends.

He has a great singing voice, but rarely ever sings in anywhere but the shower, where he’s almost slipped, because he gets way too into the music. Dutch is the only person who knows.

He likes to come up with crazy and imaginative plans with Dutch, spending hours on it, and it can get out of hand sometimes, prompting Bobby to step in with the reality or a med kit.

He has the best hugs even though he usually goes in for a tackle hug.

Tommy’s worried that if he doesn’t go along with the group, then he’ll be alone again and virtually friendless, so he tends to follow where others lead, since he has deep seated insecurities that he is working out.

Tommy steals his friend’s clothes... I know it sounds really weird, but bare with me... it could be a jacket or something, but it’s mostly just that he absentmindedly takes his friend’s clothes because he feels comfortable with them, and he loves Jimmy’s sweaters, so his friends will find him wearing them from time to time and do a double take, like ‘isn’t that my argyle sweater that I haven’t seen in a year?’ — it used to annoy Jimmy so much, but he’s since gotten used to it, and gave Tommy one of his argyle sweaters to wear so that he’d stop randomly taking it.

While the actor was an Aquarius ♒️ I see Tommy more as a Pisces ♓️ because his chaotic energy fits more with the Pisces personality and attributes, rather than the calm and collected Aquarius... Pisces are also snarky, more so than many of the other signs, and are witty, always having something to say. Pisces people can also be rather shy and laidback or want to be the center of attention, and can be pretty loud if they’re excited, but also very quiet and thoughtful, which we also see with Tommy when he’s around his friends.

Tommy’s one of those guys that can’t sit still and is always bouncing his leg or tapping his fingers, which can annoy Bobby to no end, but Bobby is nothing but understanding, and has started bringing little items (basically the 80’s equivalent of fidget spinners etc.) that distract Tommy from getting bored or fidgety

I’m pretty sure that Dutch lost a bet against Tommy and that’s how Dutch ended up with his bleached blonde hair. Tommy teased him something awful, but later admitted it didn’t look half bad. He later admitted to wanting to try it too, and Dutch spent hours helping him bleach his hair, but when it was done, Tommy ended up looking terrible, so the two of them went to a salon and Tommy got his hair color corrected, but it was a rather embarrassing moment.

Tommy was named after The Who album, Tommy, his last name being Walker, which is the last name of Tommy from the album.

Tommy knew Dutch the longest and they were best friends even before the other Og Cobras came into the picture. He invited Jimmy to the group, though, and they formed a brotherly bond, mostly hanging out together and with Dutch, while Bobby and Johnny did their thing mostly.

He’s an excellent athlete and has tried out for not only the swim team and cheerleading team, but also the soccer team... he made the soccer team in the last year of high school, and after leaving Cobra Kai, he devoted most of his athletic time to being on the soccer team. He was definitely a defender or midfielder. He tried out for goalie as well, but couldn’t stand still long enough.

He used to tag along to his older sister’s dance classes, mainly ballet, and used to participate in the class as well. He knows a lot of ballet moves, but hides the fact that he does, because he fears getting teased.

Tommy’s one to try new things and doesn’t mind looking like a fool or something in trying it. He’s usually the one to come up with wild or fun ideas, and he usually gets Jimmy out of his shell.

He’s a whirlwind of emotions sometimes and only Jimmy and Dutch really know how to actually help him when he feels like that.

Tommy has five siblings, but only one is his biological sister, while he has three stepbrothers and a stepsister. He’s not really close to any of them, except his biological sister.

I definitely think that Tommy would have an older and very protective sister, who dislikes most of his friends, with exception to Bobby Brown and Jimmy. She dislikes Johnny Lawrence and Dutch, because she thinks that they’ve got her little brother into a lot of trouble in the past, although, she secretly likes Dutch in a romantic sense and has secretly went out on a few dates with him (if Tommy knew, he’d probably call Patricia a hypocrite) she’s a year or two older than Tommy and it bugs him immensely since she tends to, what he thinks is, mother him too much. Patty cares way too much and it turns into coddling sometimes, which pisses Tommy off and embarrasses him in front of his friends. They fight sometimes, but he’d be beside her through the best and worst of life, as she would for him. Patty is pretty much a carbon copy of Tommy’s personality, though she’s got a little more tact and knows when the occasion needs her to be sensible and not carefree and joking. She’s worked hard to keep her little brother out of trouble, and basically raised him from childhood, since their mother kind of gave up after the death of their father, when they were just little kids.

Okay 👌 I have a ton more, but those are just a few. Hope you’re having a great day!

[impossible-rat-babies]

Pollux with the RO of your choice because theres two versions of Pollux jfjasfja!!

XD lori I regret to tell you but there are three versions of pollux floatin around in my brain juice 24/7

But! i’ll do pollux and mason. bc you know. love em

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - as long as they’ll tolerate each other jk jk probably for as long as they can? I dunno it’s funky considering pollux is human and mason is like an immortal vampire

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - not all that quickly? like i think even book two, a few months after they’ve met, it’s still really up in the air how they feel about each other. pollux knows he’s got something something more l*ve feelings, but he’s not acknowledging them at all. mmm maybe a bit.

How was their first kiss? - it was unceremonious and not long before they. you know. for the first time with each other. neither of them are romantic enough to put stock in the importance of that “first kiss”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - neither? or pollux just half assed asked mason “hey would you like to get married” one time when they were laying in bed

Who is the best man/men? - (s)nate

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - ava n farrah bc farrah wasn’t going to pass up the chance to be a brides maid what the fjuck.

Who did the most planning? - neither of them. pollux had things he wanted and mason went along with what he wanted

Who stressed the most? - pollux, but only like. mildly stressed.

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I dunno, but pollux wishes that his dad would’ve been able to be there. he does let rebecca walk him down the aisle and she’s like “i s2g im not crying leave me alone.”

Sex:

Who is on top? - ehhh depends on how they’re feeling, but 70/30 it’s mason

Who is the one to instigate things? - mason 9/10

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - ehhh depends on how much they wanna like. spend time doing things. sometimes it’s twenty minutes, other times it’s an hour

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - they both have fun, that’s what it all comes down to *wink wink nudge nudge*

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - one, maybe two? it’d be a complicated time for pollux to have kids + it’d be an sorta half planned kiddo. tbh any kiddos they would have would end up being raised by UB as much as them

How many children will they adopt? - none

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - pollux

Who is the stricter parent? - pollux, but only marginally. they’d be interesting parents to say the least.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - neither? i dunno, ava would be the one who would stop them from doing stupid stuff.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - mason

Who is the more loved parent? - neither? mason would be the parent they’d go to to get away with doing supposedly bad things

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - rebecca

Who cried the most at graduation? - neither

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - oh the both of them for sure

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - pollux

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - mason, but he doesn’t eat much/if at all so his choice in food is moot

Who does the grocery shopping? - both! pollux drags mason along with him not to help, but to spend time together

How often do they bake desserts? - pollux bakes almost every other day, so there’s always assorted baked good and deserts around

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - pollux has a balanced diet.....some of the time. he still struggles with having good eating habits which mason will pester him about at times

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - mason

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - pollux

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - neither? pollux by virtue of how he actually cooks

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - mason

Who is really against chores? - mason

Who cleans up after the pets? - pollux

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - .......pollux

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - pollux, mainly bc he got that whole “anxiety over having company over” thing

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - mason

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - pollux

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - both! they like going out to the middle of nowhere nature trails

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - pollux has a few wreaths, but beyond that they don’t decorate much.

What are their goals for the relationship? - pollux wants something that is more than just sleeping together and having fun. he’s old enough and been through enough with different relationships, from bobby to [redacted], and he’s more into having the complicated bits. maybe later on it’s just being happy with each other and enjoying the time they have--being a couple in love.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - pollux. he’s an insomniac and struggles with night terrors and ptsd, so he sleeps when he can. he’s most definitely slept most of the day away at the warehouse between taking naps and the like. he spent a good week and a half at the warehouse because he was just stuck between insomnia and terrible night terrors that he didn’t feel safe, so he just. lived at the warehouse for a week.

Who plays the most pranks? - pollux! mason pays it back in full though

[queen-scribbles]

From the long list, for Adi: 1, 28, 69, 105, 134, 154? For Tavi: 17, 52, 98, 109, 136? For Emiri: 59, 67, 71, 122, 149? And in general, #8, 34, 42, 44, 62, 68, 96, 107, 114, 146?

ADI

1. Does your character have good aim?

Eeh, not really. Wizard spells are either self-guiding when you pick your target, or those lovely “to whom it may concern” spells like fireball and Kalakoth’s Freezing Rake.

28. How much does your character giggle?

Oh, a lot

69. Has your character ever found themselves in with the wrong crowd and had to attempt to break from it?

Nope, she was friendly with pretty much everyone in school, but tended to only have one or two fellow scholar-types as friends bc she gets so lost in reading.

105. Favorite winter activity?

Snuggling on the couch with a book. Or snowball fights that end with making snow angels. There is no in between.

134. Has your character ever been alone in a hostile environment and been forced to travel a long way to reach a safety that wasn’t for sure?

Aside from after the crap at Cilant Lis(which isn’t even alone depending on the canon; Stars Rewritten Heodan’s still around there).... not really.

154: How much does your character care about other people respecting their authority?

She rolls with it to a point outside of life and death situations if people push back; she knows it’s a trick sometimes to get kith(especially folk) to listen to orlans, so she’ll give a little slack, but if she’s supposed to be in charge, you do need to listen to her. (people who have too much trouble doing that get let go, in the kindest way possible) She is completely fine with genuine concerns/questions raised in a respectful fashion, though.

TAVI

17. How petty is your character?

Depends. She can be extremely petty if the person involved is an asshole. Other times, she’ll let things roll right off her back. It’s part the other person’s attitude, part her mood that day. If she’s having a crap day, her threshold for what makes a person an asshole is much lower.

52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life?

Oh, the former. She wants people to know the truth about history in general, her own life would be no exception.

98. Has your character ever had to question their beliefs and realized they were wrong?

I mean... she’s STILL not entirely settled on animancy bc arguments keep coming up for the opposing views. But as far as reconsidering strongly held beliefs, not really(she’s not super religious, so the end of PoE 1 wasn’t as big a deal for her as for some).

109. Would your character blackmail a god?

No, too much work. She’ll yell at them for extended periods of time, though.

136. Has your character ever been forced to deal with the ‘I want to speak to your manager” kind of person?

Nah, she’s pretty intimidating confident, so when she tells people yes/no/get out etc, they tend to listen, rather than trying to go over her head, so to speak.

EMIRI

59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights?

Her elbow. Books. Fluffy, on the rare occasions the cat will hold still.

67. Would your character be willing to do something they consider morally wrong in order to achieve their goals?

Probably not. 99% of the time the answer’s no. It would have to be a very, very, VERY worthy goal, and one of the ‘morally wrong’ things that’s not so bad. Definitely something that’s not going to hurt/kill anyone. (there are so many Deadfire sidequests she’s gonna pass on bc the methods make her uncomfortable >.>)

71. How good is your character at reading people and navigating social situations?

Middling. She’s getting better, but she did spend 20 years as a slave on a pirate-slaver ship, so she’s largely unfamiliar with social situations. Also struggles with reading people, bc for her formative years, only kith she saw were fellow slaves and pirates, which didn’t give her a wide range of personality tics/cues to work off. She can pick up strong emotion without even trying through her cipher abilities, and more subtle things if she pushes a little. 

122. What is your character’s greatest secret?

I’d say her crush on Kana, but it’s not really a secret when everyone except him has figured it out. xD Probably that she doesn’t really remember her (birth) family and doesn’t feel bad/guilty about it.

149: How good is your character at lying?

Not very, outside of little white ones.

General

8. Who has the worst luck?

Oh, geez. I have several hard-knock life babies.... Emiri, Tavi, Tragen, Keme... there’s a bunch.  I think I’ll say Astrid, bc things keep going wrong and asking more and more of her, and then just when it looks like they’re finally going her way and letting her have a happy ending, DAI happens and she friggin’ dies.

34. Do any of your characters collect sea-shells or wear shell jewelry?

Nope. Emiri likes pretty stones, but no one’s into sea shells. They would hold on to one given to them as a keepsake by someone they care about, but wouldn’t seek that sort of thing out themselves.

42. Did/do any of your characters have an arranged marriage?

Well, I mean, Rahna was gonna have the one in the Tabris origin. And if Tragen hadn’t been Force Sensitive, there might have been one waiting for him? Those are a Thing(TM) in Stenosi culture, but not a hard and fast rule...

OH. Kei did. I never talk about her so I almost forgot /sweats (but he died. long story)

44. Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? (ex: Boromir and Faramir)

*cough* Adi might do a teeny bit of unintentional overshadowing.... Her parents TRY not to have favorites, and they really do love all their kids equally, but you could call her sister Sirra their dad’s “favorite” and Adi their mom’s. It’s not really favoritism, though that’s what it maybe feels like to the siblings. It’s more close bonding over shared careers(for Voltan and Sirra) or interests(for Magda and Adi). It’s easier to get super close when you have something like that in common(or, in Sirra and Voltan’s case, spend a lot of time together for work).

62. Have any of your characters adopted anyone?

Kei adopted Vela(only Watcher who did), most of my SWtOR chars who get into KotFE/ET sibling-adopt Vette(:D), and there miiiight be a couple where it hasn’t happened yet but will down the road.

68. Are any of your characters intimidatingly beautiful?

Not intimidatingly, no. Vica comes across that way sometimes bc of how she carries herself, but even the ones who are hella attractive aren’t intimidatingly so.

96. Which character is The Proudest ™ of their kids?

Oooh. that’s a toughy. Not a lot of my characters have kids(yet). Hmm. Imma let Tel and Astrid duke it out on this one. They both love their kids a crazy amount, and if Astrid hadn’t. yanno, DIED, she’s give Tel a run for his credits.

107. Do any of your characters feel confined by their lives and the expectations placed upon them?

Leaving aside the ones who were literal slaves, Tavi did, before the fire. Jaaide feels trapped by the double agent thing. And Astrid was always keenly aware of the entire weight of Kirkwall resting on her shoulders. 

114. Do any of your characters insist on going by their fullname rather than a nickname?

Yeah, Janine does not like being called Nina. That’s not her name, Bobby. Her name is Janine. Other than that, it’s largely people who maybe don’t like certain nicknames(AJ with Abby etc), but are cool with either nicknames or full name. (Tavi and Rahna are the reverse and insist on the nickname)

146. Were any of your characters disowned or abandoned by their parents?

Nope. I tend to go the opposite direction; most of my chars with living family are on good/close terms with them. Bry’s relationship with her parents is rocky, but that’s frustration on her end, not them being crap parents who don’t care about her or anything.  

175 OC Asks

[fandom-wars-imagine-blog]

Hello, pal! I have a request for the great mod Sheep about FNAF, something easy, I guess... Can I have some HCs of Ballora & Baby with a Dancer S/O? If you want you can also add some other animatronics of your choice.

(hewwo colleague owo it’s nice to see you here! 

What surprises me is the fnaf ask XD but your wish is my command~)

Ballora:

She feels honored to have another dancer like her as her S/O, now she doesn’t have to dance alone all the time in the dark. 

If her S/O dances ballet, expect them to have friendly dance fights with her. She can get a little competitive over the time because she was always considered the best dancer and it’s not her S/O that will prove her otherwise. Of course, she always wins due to: 

They are not a robot like her, they get tired;

They don’t have the same flexibility as Ballora. Heck, the animatronic is able to crawl like a spider on the ceiling, no way they can do better than that.

Ballora is a blind ballerina, so she can’t see their movements. However, she can feel them, that way she can help them improve their technique.

If her S/O do not dance ballet, she will teach them, as well as she will ask them to teach her how to dance what they dance. Don’t worry, she learns fast, everything gets stuck in her memory.

Sometimes their tastes in music collide because Ballora likes to dance more to classical music and music boxes and her S/O likes to dance to [another type of music] more. Unless both like classical music, then the couple will have trouble picking up a music to dance.

As a dancer and entertainer at the restaurant, sometimes they dance with Ballora on her stage or teach the kids how to dance. The children love to see them together!

Ballora doesn’t measure her strength most of the time, so when dancing together she can unintentionally send them to the other side of the room or make them spin way too much. Poor thing always apologizes for what she did and takes them to the infirmary to see if everything’s okay. It’s not the first time that they break some limb because of her. But they love Ballora anyways.

Baby:

She likes the idea of having a person that dance, besides Ballora, in the restaurant. She says her S/O’s name with gusto as she’s so proud of them because they made it this far! 

Baby was always a calm animatronic. She has not built to dance, she was built to sing and walk around. She has just a little bit of dancing in her programming, enough for her to not look like a statue when she sings, so she prefers seeing them dancing than exactly dancing with them. Don’t get her wrong, she was just literally not built for that.

However, when both are alone, they always get her to dance with her. They always make the male counterpart to not get Baby even more confused.

Is difficult for you to understand Baby in terms of taste in music. Sometimes she likes to hear 70’s singers like Ella Fitzgerald and in other times she likes to hear 80’s singers like Bobby McFerrin. They understand that she likes to year 80’s music, but the taste in 70’s is more complicated. She said to them that she likes it because she used to hear her dad listening to it. They got confused by what she meant with “her dad” tho. With further search, they discovered that Mr.Afton do listen sometimes to 70’s music, so they concluded that Baby thinks that William Afton is her dad. That makes sense since he’s the one who created the animatronics, but her S/O doesn’t know that Afton’s daughter is inside Baby. 

But to conclude she likes Jazz.

Baby sings for her S/O to dance, they just have to ask.

As a dancer, they have to stay in Ballora’s gallery, so, during the day, they can only spend some time together when they go interact with the kids.

Baby usually massage their sore muscles from dancing. It’s kinda cold because…well…she’s a robot, but it’s so firm and human-like that it feels really nice.

🌟 Bonus 🌟

Funtime Freddy: (Because he’s my sweet cinnamon roll ❤)

He can’t help but feel excited for having a S/O that dances! He thinks that dancing is just so great! 

Humans that dance are so tough but at the same time delicate. They move so easily and it’s so majestic that he feels jolts of electricity all over his body with the excitement!

He treats them like a God/Goddess because they train so much their moves and dance even with the risk of breaking or twisting some part of their body, so they deserve everything he can give them!

Of course, they tell him that is not that much of a deal but THEY ARE NOT CHANGING HIS MIND.

They just accept to not hurt him.

He and Bonbon love their dancing clothes! They are so gorgeous with them!

Just like Baby, Freddy was not built to dance, so when tried he ends up falling hard on the floor.

They get in panic and check him to see if he’s okay because they know that if they break him or something else Mr. Afton will cut them in pieces…and because they love him of course, but to love him they have to be alive.

He sobs a little because he thinks he failed at them, so they have to cuddle with him and assure him that he didn’t fail at them and they are proud as he tried.

When they are dancing, Bonbon detaches from Freddy’s arm and climbs their body up to their shoulders so he can dance with them. But when they swing, he gets very, very dizzy and ends up falling to the floor. Poor Bonbon.

- mod sheep

[killian-whump]

OUAT 3x01: Rewatch Blog

Welcome aboard, mateys! It's time to start rewatching Season 3! As usual, I'm a bit behind everyone else on this rewatch, but I've decided it's more fun for me to move at my own pace, so I probably won't be catching up anytime soon ;)

That said... Let's get started on Once Upon a Time Season 3!!!

Whoa. Wait a minute. Eleven Years Ago?! I really AM behind... ;)

Seriously, though. Do they really have to handcuff her ankle to the bed? Do they have a problem with women in labor jumping up and escaping prison right at that precise moment in their lives?

That's sad, though :(

Ooooh... I love the deadly stillness after the ship "lands" in Neverland. It's so... eeeeeeeerie. 

Ahhh, and the ominous look on Killian's face.

You can just FEEL the tension in the air.

"Aye. Neverland."

AHHHHHHHH TENSION AND ANGST

Kinda lame title card, haha.

Aw, great. It's this guy. NOBODY MISSED YOU GREG. YOU CAN GO BACK TO WHEREVER YOU WENT DURING THE HIATUS NOW.

SHIT. HE BROUGHT TAMARA, TOO.

I really hate these two, guys. Like, really.

Oh, come on. Don't shove a fucking kid, you asshat. Fucking GREG. You're an insult to your name, and I don't even like your name.

Oooooh, spooky noises. I love the atmosphere they built for this realm.

"Who we work for is not your concern, kid." Well, according to YOU as of about 20 minutes ago in show time, it's not YOUR concern either, dipshit.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE'S SAND IN YOUR BATTERY COMPARTMENT, YOU FUCKING MORON. WHO PUT SAND IN YOUR BATTERY COMPARTMENT, HUH? YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

Shut up, shut up. I know it was Peter Pan. LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.

"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions." Hahahaha, bested by an 11-year-old and sand.

...and there he goes, shoving the damn kid again. You're just a colossal jerk, aren't you, Greg?

At least Tamara has the sense to look mildly concerned right here.

"Oh, I know, my hot-headed queen."

I JUST DIED. Forward my mail to my gravesite.

I totally forgot that line ever happened. I love rewatching this show.

"I hope not, or we've wasted our lives." AAAAAAANGST

"Your lives... well... THEY'VE SUCKED" hahaha, Why don’t you tell them what you really think, Emma XD

"We found you." Awww... "And lost Henry! And Neal!" Well, to be fair, it's not like you can expect them to give two shits about Neal. They met him, like, last week. And he's kinda a dick. And his Dad's, like, evil incarnate. But okay.

"Oh, that's a great use of our time: A wardrobe change." One of the best lines ever, really.

I mean, did Rumple really need to do the dramatic cane-spinning exit, though? It makes for good TV, so it's cool and all, but imagine it in real life. Like, just a boat full of people staring at where he once stood, thinking, "JFC That was unnecessarily dramatic."

OH, YEAH, LET'S LIGHT A FUCKING FIRE, GREG. THAT'S A GREAT FUCKING IDEA, GREG. Fucking loser.

Yes, I do plan on doing this until he dies. You have your hobbies; I have mine.

"You making S'Mores?"

HAAAAAAHHAHAHAHA OMG LOOK AT HIS FACE:

Fucking goon. Haha. I named that screencap "assface" when I saved it, because I feel it's fitting for both the character AND the face he's making.

"What if the empty communicator wasn't an accident?"

You mean the one someone OBVIOUSLY filled with sand instead of batteries ON PURPOSE??? Noooooooooooo.

"Don't let the kid get in your head." He's not even TRYING, Greg. He's just hungry and wants some fucking S'Mores. I want some S'Mores, too. We all want fucking S'Mores. S'Mores are delicious, FuckingGreg.

OH LOOK, IT'S FELIX.

AND ALL THE REST OF THE LOST BOYS ONES BOYS. I think we’re calling them “Boys” now. Must have gotten the rights.

Kill him, Felix. Somebody. Anybody. I'll even settle for the annoying Lost Boy with the face that annoys me, although I don't think he's in this season, but he's welcome to join it IF HE KILLS GREG.

"Then you're not getting the boy." Oh, Greg. It is entirely too late for you to do anything remotely likable now. Like, I literally want to throw Henry at them now just to spite you.

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS RIP THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S SOUL OUT OF HIS BODY. TAKE HIS SPINE, TOO. THE ENTIRE SKELETAL SYSTEM. MAYBE A DISEMBOWELING'S CALLED FOR HERE?

Or, you know, you can just leave his husk there by the fire to rot away. That's good, too. I'm not picky.

GREG IS DEAD, EVERYBODY.

Tamara and Henry are running! Oh no! Will they make it? Will they-

This is a great scene, everybody. Thank you so much. This is the best thing to ever happen to me and the season only started 10 minutes ago.

Hahaha, they even show us a close-up of Tamara lying motionless on the ground, and then Greg. Like they KNOW we've all been waiting for their demise and they wanted to give us screenshots for our scrapbooks.

Anyway, thanks Felix! That was pretty cool. Much obliged.

Hey, look. An enterprising young chap has helped Henry up. There's no way he could be a bad guy.

I have to say, of all the "twists" in Once, this was one of the worst ones in terms of how OBVIOUS it was.

To some extent, it's the casting department's fault, because Robbie Kay is just TOO fucking perfect for Peter Pan. Like, he just EXUDES Peter Pan and he's not fooling anybody.

Heeheehee CS flirting <3

"What do you want?" All due respect, but it's HIS fucking ship? Like, he doesn't really need a reason to be below deck on his own ship?

"I didn't realize you were sentimental." "I'm not."

I love it when he spits the cork out, but how many corks does this man go through?!

Oh, look. Speak of the devil - It's Neal.

"Tell Emma I'm alive. And I love her."

Well, that's a GREAT message to pass on through your kiiiiiid. Won't get his hopes up or anything.

ANYWAY.

"Long enough to know I miss him, too." T_T

UH OH. TROUBLE'S AFOOT!!!

Oh, Dave and Snow are at the helm. That explains it. LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, SNOWING. Gosh.

Pun intended. I'm so sorry.

Regina: "What the hell are you two doing?!" Ahahahahaha :D

"Prepare for attack!" "Be more specific!" I love all these interactions. This is like the WORST family vacation EVER and I love every second of it.

"What's out there? A shark? A whale?" "A kraken?"

YOU FUCKING WISH.

Actually, no, Dave probably doesn't wish... but Kraken-san does! :D

Emma's response is classic. "Mermaids?!" Like what the fuck else does she have to put up with in this crazy sham of a life NOOOOW?

Dave's kinda hot manning that cannon, I gotta say. He's showing off some guns firing off that gun, if you know what I mean.

But really, what did they plan to DO with one mermaid, anyway? Especially after Regina chased them all off with her fireballs?

Oh, look. Henry and Totally-Not-Peter-Pan are on the run!

I'm super fooled by him talking himself up in third person, though XD

"If Pan wants you... he WILL get you."

"Pan will rip their shadows into oblivion."

"Pan loves nachos with spicy cheese."

"Pan is the awesomest guy on this island."

Aw, man. This scene is a snoozefest :/

Literally. They're all just watching Aurora sleep XD

Wait. HOW is Neal feeling better? He got shot, like, 10 minutes ago in show time and he's had no REAL medical care, aside from whatever they bandaged him with, since none of these folks here have magic.

HOW IS HE FEELING BETTER?!

I gotta be honest, though. Rumple is hot as SHIT in this season. I ain't gonna pretend otherwise. This leather clad badass thing WORKS for him.

Oh, look. Tamara's still alive.

"C-Can you forgive me?"

I'm gonna guess that is a HARD ASS NO, bitch.

Haha, love the way he flicks the dust off his fingers.

"GET THAT THING OFF MY SHIP!"

I love how panicked he is by the mermaid XD It gives my entire life meaning :D

I wish we had more information in canon about Hook's time in Neverland. We can tell this is FAR from his first skirmish with mermaids, but how/when/why/what happened? I NEED TO KNOW! Especially if it involved wounds or peril or other things relevant to my interests...

Touching Mulan and Neal chat.

More running in the woods with Not!Pan.

"Well, I'm all out of fish food." Love you, Regina <3

"Fillet the bitch." Seriously, love you so much bae <3

Snow's face, tho XD

This is 110% why I watch this show. SHENANIGANS.

...and a pirate. Don't forget the pirate.

"I've outrun many a storm!" We know you have, babe. We know. You keep telling us...

SHAMPOO COMMERCIAL TIME!!!

PERIL ON THE HIGH SEAS!!!

CERTAIN BLETH DEATH!!!

SUPER DRAMATIC MUSIC!!!

...as we cut to a peaceful, though somewhat dilapidated, castle in the Enchanted Forest. Birds are singing, dawn is breaking, the world is alight with hope and possibili-

JUST KIDDING. GET BACK TO THE FUCKING DRAMA STORM, SHOW.

I hate it when they do this.

Hey, Sean. Nice intro.

"You don't want to see ID?" Neal... ISTFG.

Disappearing arrow, heehee. SHENANIGANS.

I love how interested Robin is in what's inside the vault XD Always a thief, eh?

"This isn't a storm. It's bloody damnation!" Love that line <3

"Let the slags go!" Haha "Don't call my wife a slag!" Haha!

BOY FIGHT!! BOY FIGHT!!!

They're all wet, too! Slow down, cameraman! I wanna see ALL of this!!!

Oooh, almost gutted with his own hook. Haaaaarsh.

Emma, no one's listening to you. Emma, no one's... They're not... They're not even looking or paying any attention at all... They won't even- Oh. Okay. Somehow everyone saw you jump, despite literally being in a fight for their respective lives. Neat.

...aaaaaaand cue the convenient rigging falling loose and hitting her in the head.

SHENANIGAAAAAAAAANS

Oh, look! They're flying!!!

This would be super touching if it wasn't, you know, exactly what Pan wants XD

Haha, Emma looks so ethereal floating there, unconscious, in the waters of Neverland, facing certain death.

Awww! A big group effort rescue!!! Good job, team!

"Told you." Right, but no one was listening...? So how do they even know what she's talking about? Well, I guess maybe they WERE listening...?

Shenanigans? idek anymore...

SHENANIGANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awww... Bobby's acting is so great right here. This is awesome. Very moving. The part after the shenanigans, I mean. Although they’re great, too.

Felix, you're kinda a dick, though. That’s kinda a compliment, tho?

I love it when magic flops :D Dramatic music aaaaaand... nothing.

"Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time, when you're not yelling at me."

You like her even more when she's yelling at you, son. IT IS KNOWN.

His offended face when Charming says, "With him?" XD DAVE, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS ABOUT ME. DAVE, I THOUGHT WE WERE PALS. DAVE. DAAAAVE.

Hahaha, his adorable shrug to Regina. SHENANIGANS <3

"You couldn't be more right, Henry."

I'm so glad they didn't try to drag out the reveal of Pan to another episode, because he seriously wasn't fooling aaaaaanybody.

Except for Henry. Oops?

It's so great how ominous they're being at the end of this episode, advancing on Henry like that...

Although Pan's "let's play!" is a lot less frightening when you know he literally means "let's dance around a fire and create a rhythmic ruckus" but hey. It still works for the ending of this episode, which is now... OVER!!

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!! PEW PEW PEW!!!

[iamthexweapon]

Ship meme: Bobbi and Tony!

SHIP MEME

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Um. Forever. Duh. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Pretty quickly. I mean, quick for Tony at least. He’d never fallen for someone that quickly. 

How was their first kiss? - It was awkward at first because Tony just did it and Bobbi wasn’t expecting it. But then they slowly melted into it, both parties working to make it perfect. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Tony proposed. It wasn’t anything romantic. They were just laying in bed one night, with his head pillowed on her chest and it stumbled out of his mouth. He regrets not asking the right way but it was perfect for the two of them. 

Who is the best man/men? - Tony’s best man was Rhodey. He would have had most of the Avengers standing with him. But. He had to pick. 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Tony would have asked Bobbi to have Pepper in her wedding party but she could pick anyone she wanted. 

Who did the most planning? - Their wedding planner. 

Who stressed the most? - Tony. He was freaking out. 

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Well. That’s a pretty long list. But mainly Justin Hammer. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - Most of the time, Tony. He’ll let her take the reigns from time to time. 

Who is the one to instigate things? - Bobbi. 

How healthy is their sex life? - IBarely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Anywhere from a few minutes to hours. It depends on what they’re doing. Tony does like edging a whole lot. 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Of course. Always.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - They already have one daughter named Rebecca. 

How many children will they adopt? - We’ll see what happens in the future. 

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Tony did a lot of the diapers surprisingly. 

Who is the stricter parent? - They’re equally strict. 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Neither of them because Rebecca is rebellious on her own. 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Becca had school lunches. 

Who is the more loved parent? - They’re both equally loved. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? None of them. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - Tony. Definitely Tony. 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Bobbi. 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Neither of them. They order out a lot. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Tony. 

Who does the grocery shopping? - Tony has a grocery service. 

How often do they bake desserts? - Not that often. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - They like to eat both. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Both. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Both xD

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - TONY

Chores:

None of this section really applied to their relationship because Tony has a cleaning service. 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - TONY.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They don’t have a dog. If they had one, it’d probably be Bobbi. 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Every holiday since Rebecca came into the picture. 

What are their goals for the relationship? - To be together forever and deal with whatever comes their way. 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Tony. 

Who plays the most pranks? - BOTH.

[balletspins-blog]

evan & cary for the kid meme xoxo

Like I can never decide on anything so here’s like a bunch of possibility’s or their humungous six kid family idfk

@petschysName: Leah Caren Laurent-Mills (Named after Leia in star wars XD but Cary had its end changed to ‘ah’ instead because it was closer to Neveah, and middle name is Cary’s mother’s name)Gender: FemaleGeneral Appearance: Pretty even combination of the two of them she mostly has Cary’s facial structure minus her full lips which are more similar to Neveah and Evan’s, she also has Evan’s eyes, but Cary’s hair. Looks a lot like Cary’s mother and younger sister.Personality: Charming, stubborn, temperamental, determinedSpecial Talents: DancerWho they like better: Cary, she’s very determined to be a dancer so she likes spending more time with him.Who they take after more: Cary but barely cause she doesn’t take after either of them really, she’s more akin to Neveah or Cary’s mother personality wisePersonal Headcanon: She’s the fire starter in the family. She’ll argue till the very end. Determined to become a dancer and to be the best out of her siblings. Is always putting herself in competition with Devan and Cameron, as well as Derek who decided to not be a dancer largely due to his sisters desire to push him away from it. Her talent is more practiced than natural ability.Face Claim: Kiernan ShipkaYoung:

Older:

Name: Eleanor Marcia Laurent-Mills (Cary liked the name and also wanted a name that started with an E like Evan’s, Marcia is Cary’s grandmother’s name)Gender: FemaleGeneral Appearance: Looks a lot like Evan, she does have Cary’s nose and thinner brow but for the most part she takes after the Mills side.Personality: Brainy, social, judgmental (a lil bit), responsibleSpecial Talents: WriterWho they like better: Evan, she really can’t stand dancing and has always been a bit distant with Cary even though he tries to reach out to her. She often thinks less of him for being a dancer, she’s very logic driven, and she fails to see that Cary is just as smart as Evan and just had a different passion.Who they take after more: Both but more so Evan. She’s very studious liking intellectual pursuit but she’s certainly more social and confident than Evan.Personal Headcanon: Very intelligent. She shares Neveah’s passion for writing and has Evan’s wicked smarts. She has no use for dancing and has avoided it heavily. Always the one to tattle on her siblings, particularly Cameron and Devan (Devan less just because he rarely does something wrong) as she sees them as the golden children, the oldest who are adored Face Claim: Millie Bobby Brown

Younger:

Older:

Name: Casey Neveah Laurent-Mills (Cary liked carrying on with C names like his name, his mothers, and his sisters and he liked the name Casey, her middle name is obviously after her aunt)Gender: FemaleGeneral Appearance: For the most part she has Neveah’s facial features but she’s got Cary’s hair and eyes and you can definitely see him in her.Personality: Sweet, soft-spoken, insecure, indecisiveSpecial Talents: GymnastWho they like better: Likes both equally really but she spends more time with Evan, as her dancing siblings are normally glued to Cary’s side.Who they take after more: Evan as she’s quieter and super gentle.Personal Headcanon: She’s always felt like the one lost in the middle, not exactly sharing either of her parent’s passions. While she has the flexibility to be a dancer she always preferred gymnastics. Always the one to comfort others. Face Claim: Brighton Sharbino

Younger:

Older:

Name: Cameron Joseph Laurent-Mills (Cary again liked the name as well as following the C names like his name, his mother’s, and his sister, middle name is after Cary’s father)Gender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Looks like both of them facial wise, but has lighter hair than Evan but darker hair than Cary’s and has Evan’s eyesPersonality: Headstrong, determined, protective, jokesterSpecial Talents: DancerWho they like better: Cary, Cary’s always been adoring on Cameron, they’ve always been close and he was one of Cary and Evan’s first kids, Cameron also is the one Cary sees the most talent in dancing wise, he’s got both the focus and determination to be the best dancer like his younger sister Leah, but he also has just a hefty slice of raw talent which is what his twin brother also has. He has them both and Cary sees a lot of himself in Cameron too though Cameron can be a little brasher.Who they take after more: Cary but more than anything perhaps he takes after Cary’s father, though he’s certainly sweeter and more centeredPersonal Headcanon: He’s somewhat the harder side of Cary sharing his ambition and stubbornness. Often comes off a bit cold at first but he’s very protective and loving with those he cares about. He’s particularly close to his twin, while they fight there’s honestly no one he loves more than him. Both him and Devan are close to their cousin Jamie.Face Claim: Max Charles

Younger:

Older:

Name: Derek Steven Laurent-Mills (Named after both Evan’s middle name as well as Cary’s stepfather who he is very close to, middle name is after Steve Rogers, Captain America since it’s Cary and Evan’s favorite and meant a lot in their relationship XD)Gender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Looks mostly like Evan facially, but has Cary’s hair and eyes.Personality: Sweet, kind, creative, protective, altruisticSpecial Talents: ArtistWho they like better: Like both equally, but tends to spend more time with Evan as they share a lot of the same passions. He’s always had a close relationship to Cary too though, always looking to him when he got hurt or felt bullied.Who they take after more: Both, he’s a lot like Cary was as a kid always reaching out to help people and making huge sacrifices, very giving, very similar to his namesake Cary’s stepdad as well, as he has his great patience. He’s much like Evan too though, soft-spoken, creative, and a little insecure, always polite.Personal Headcanon: He’s the youngest the baby of the family. Always soft spoken and sacrificial not wanting to cause anyone trouble. He loves painting and drawing, he certainly has the skill to be a dancer and is naturally talented at it but has never wanted to invade his other sibling’s space with it. He prefers drawing and painting anyways as he can just sit quietly and lose himself. He really enjoys portraits or landscapes. He likes drawing his family and their different facial expressions of movements. But he also likes altering realistic landscapes into something more skewed toward fantasy.Face Claim: Mekhai Andersen and Axel Auriant

Younger:

Older:

Name: Devan James Laurent-Mills (Cary liked that the name was a combination of his stepdads and Evan’s, James after Bucky in Captain America for the same reason as above) Gender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Looks almost entirely like Evan’s side of the family except for his eyes which are Cary’sPersonality: Mediator, intelligent, patient, indecisive, easily manipulatedSpecial Talents: DancerWho they like better: Likes both, with Cary he shares a passion for dancing, but he’s super nerdy and into all things fandom like Evan. He’s often by Cary’s side as he feels Cary is often in charge of how things run day to day, and he’s always been Cary’s helper. With Evan, he’s more relaxed and goofy and gets into debates about Star Wars or superheroes with him, all in good fun.Who they take after more: Cary, always the mediator between the siblings and finding the best solution for everyone, but he’s certainly a lot like Evan as well.Personal Headcanon: He and Cameron are the oldest and twins, he’s the older twin and has always been very relaxed and hard working but far less intense than his twin brother and his younger sister when it comes to dancing. He can draw too and unlike his siblings hopes to go to college after high school rather than straight on to dancing as he wants more options once his dancing career ends. He’s often pulled into trouble by his siblings cause he’ll always stand by them and go with them when they cause trouble as he wants to be there to protect them when things go wrong. Both him and Cameron are close to their cousin JamieFace Claim: David Mazouz

Young:

Older:

[inhumanhacker]

Jade&Skye ship Thingy curious XD

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Damn long time

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Gradually Skye falls for who Jade is.

How was their first kiss? - Unexpected and kind of field by alcohol.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Skye

Who is the best man/men? - Fitz and Mack

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Jemma and Bobbi

Who did the most planning? - They shared the planning

Who stressed the most? - Both for different reasons. Skye wants it to be perfect for Jade.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Ward

Sex:

Who is on top? - take it in turns 

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - an hour or so.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Thats always the goal.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 |  4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 0

How many children will they adopt? - 1 or 3

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Both though Skye will fake sleeping at night.

Who is the stricter parent? - neither

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Skye depending on how dangerous.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Jade 

Who is the more loved parent? - Both loved equally

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both. They never miss any event for their kids 

Who cried the most at graduation? - Both. Skye never graduated and Jade is just so proud.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Skye. Hacker skills for the win.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Jade

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Jade

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both

How often do they bake desserts? - on occasion but when they have kids every weekend

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Skye (with Jemma's help)

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Skye

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Skye

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both

Who is really against chores? - Skye

Who cleans up after the pets? - The one rabbit gets cleaned out by both.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - No one. (Skye)

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither have time to stress about such nonsense.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Jade

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Both 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - No dog and they don't walk the rabbit

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Halloween (Skye's favourite holiday till they have kids) And Christmass

What are their goals for the relationship? - love, support and always be there for eachother 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Skye

Who plays the most pranks? - Skye

@agentjadelance

[freerebelmentality]

You belong to me

AN: Sorry, I rushed this because I really havent written anything in a really long time. So I still hope you enjoy it xD

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You arrived in Charming, after a long drive and all you wanted to do was find your dad. You wanted to tell him about the news of your mom.

Once she found out she was pregnant with you is when she left Charming along with your dad. He later found out through a member from another charter and he wanted to meet you. Only problem was your mom never allowed it. She didnt want his lifestyle any where near you.

She kept him from you for so many years, until you reached highschool is when you found his number and called him. He picked up and couldnt believe his baby girl finally reached him. Now all you want to do is run for the club and see your dad for the first time

You see the auto shops sign and felt more excited then ever. Once the cab pulled into the drive way is when you gave the driver money. Everyone is hard at work and you see you father. You walk into the garage.

“Uh dad or um Filip?” You ask not knowing exactly what to call him.

He stops working on a bike and looks around the bike to find you standing there. His eyes pop out of his sockets as he sees you. He couldnt believe you are standing in front of him.

“Y/n?” He finally finds his voice

“Surprise” Is all you say while he comes closer and finally you rush into his arms

Everyone else couldnt believe you showed up unexpectedly and wondered when your mom is going to call. Or if she would send the cops over to collect you for her.

“Its so good to finally see ye. How did ye get here? Does your ma know ye’er here?” He asks rather quickly and your expression changes and he noticed that and kept quiet.

“Thats why I am here. I told my aunt that I was going to come here and see you. Talk to you as well” You tell him while he nods and shows you the direction of the club house.

Once the both of you are inside is when everyone else is puzzled on who you are. Clay and Bobby couldnt believe you showed up.

“Boys, this is my daughter. Y/n” He introduces you to everyone else and it finally hit them

“Hi, uh. I dont mean to be rude but is it alright if we talk in private” You ask while looking to everyone else and they dont mind nor think you were rude.

“Of course, we can go to my dorm” He says and leads you the way to the back of the building

“I didnt know he had another kid” Kozik says while looking between Bobby and Juice

“He didnt know either until another member told him but his ex kept her away from him all these years. She didnt want her to grow up around us or the club” Bobby explains to him while Juice begins to remember something Chibs has said before.

“Oh shit” He says

Once he lets you into his dorm is when you entered further. You sat at the foot of the bed while you looked around.

“Sorry about the mess, been wanting to clean up but never have the time” He explains while looking around the room

“Its fine” You smile looking to your dad

“Does yer ma know ye are here to see me? She wont be happy once she finds out” He says with a tinge of woe in his voice. He is beginning to worry she will take you away from him again

“About mom is why Im here. Uh about two years ago she got sick and she got better last year” You start off slowly and your voice begin to shake at the end

Chibs stood there and knew where the conversation is going. He kept his silence while flash backs of your mom came back to him. How she was full of life and attitude but thats what he loved about her.

“Up until a couple of months ago, she got sick again and came on fast. Spreading all over her body and her health deteriorated fast. She passed in her sleep” You finish telling him as a lone tear falls.

He comes to your side, pulls you to his side as he tightly holds you and tears begin to fall as well. Not once has Chibs ever bad mouthed your mom nor has he ever stopped loving her and hoped that one day she will come back to him along with you. He always wanted his family back

“I am so sorry love” He says to break the sobbing silence

The both of you remain in each others arms, you finally got the comfort from the person you needed the most during such a difficult time. Your aunt was another person to comfort you but you needed your father as well and your aunt agreed. She never liked the idea of her sister keeping his daughter away from him for so long.

She knew a member of the club from another charter and she told him about you. In hopes he will pass on the message about you. Thankfully he did and your mom wasnt happy about that.

“Why dont we get something to eat, ye must be hungry” He says as he slowly pulls away from you

“I could eat” Is all you say while wiping away the tears from your eyes

“Is that who I think it is?” Gemma asks once she sees you and looks to Clay

“She sure is” He replies while having a slight smile on his face

You and your dad spend most of the day together, getting to know each other over lunch and when the day turn to evening is when the both of you decided to stay and have dinner. The both of you talk some more, neither of you dont run out of words.

You show him your baby photo album, right up until you graduated high school and also told him you werent sure on what to take for college. He supported the idea of taking a year off.

“Do ye need to tell yer aunt that ye will be staying with me for a while?” He asks in hopes you will agree but that brought a smile to your face

“I hoped you would ask that and I should make a quick call to her” You tell him as you dig through your pocket to pull out your phone.

You tell your aunt about staying with him for a while and she agreed for you to stay. Even though you are old enough to make your own decisions now and she knew better not to keep you away from your dad.

You and your dad finish with dinner and head back to the club house. He has some explaining to do, especially to Gemma along with Clay. He is going to let them know what happened to your mom

“Bobby, make my baby comfortable while I have a chat with Gemma and Clay” Your dad says while looking between you and Bobby

“Sure thing. Want a muffin, I baked them myself?” He asks with a smile on his face

“I would love some dessert” You reply with an equally wide smile

“What did ya need to talk to us about?” Gemma asks looking to Chibs

“Well my daughter came to see me for the first time and she has told me some bad news” He starts off and looks to the two people he calls his family

“What kind of bad news? Is she in trouble? What is Julie gonna say when she finds out she is here?” Gemma begins to get worried and angry at the same time

“Y/n isnt in trouble. Julie passed away from cancer and she came here to tell me” He says in a hushed tone while Gemma and Clay go quiet as well

“I asked her to stay with me so that we could get to know each other. I dont want to miss this opportunity, missed so much already” Chibs says

“Shit, Im so sorry baby” Gemma says as she hugs him

“Sorry man” Clay adds as he does the same

“Did she say yes about staying?” Gemma asks in hopes you have agreed

“Yeah, she called her aunt and she thinks its a great idea for her to be staying with me” He replies with a wide smile.

“Good she needs to be with her father and most of family” Gemma says as she goes to give Chibs a hug.

“Where she belongs” Clay says giving Chibs a hug as well

“She belongs to me and always has” Chibs says with a wide smile as he sets his gaze on you.

When the news about your mom got around the room is when everyone gave their condolences and when the good news about you staying is when everyone decided it would be a great time for a party.

You are happy you got the chance to meet your dad along with staying with him. Chibs felt incredibly happy his daughter decided to stay with him so that the two of you can get to know each other. Neither of you wanted to part from each other again.

[hexterah]

(This mix was originally posted on LJ in February of 2008. I’m putting all my old fanmixes online w/ the info here! :D)

IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE FIRST BIOSHOCK, THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS FANMIX (just a warning XD)

1960. Your name is Jack. You're the only survivor in a plane crash in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Surprisingly, you find yourself near a curious tower jutting out of the water. You wade over, climb inside and find yourself in a sprawling underwater city, complete with clubs, apartments, factories and leaks. What was this place created for? Who created it? Why? How? It's a technical marvel, why hasn't it been all over the news? These are the questions you are searching for answers to, until more questions materialize, that is. Such as "Who is Atlas and why am I helping him?", "Why is my hand seething fire, insects and electricity?", "Why are these gigantic robots suddenly out for my head?" and "Oh dear god, why is that little girl chugging the red fluid she just needled out of that corpse?" Society here has collapsed, the people have gone absolutely out of their minds, everyone is jacked up on plasmids and now you're stuck in the middle of it. Welcome to Rapture.

Fanmix on Playmoss!: https://playmoss.com/en/hexterah/playlist/would-you-kindly-a-bioshock-fanmix (a couple of the songs won’t play on PM cause of the companies that have their music blocked -- they can be found on the actual youtube site though, if you wanted to hunt down the songs under the cut that the playlist skips~) 

bobby darin .. BEYOND THE SEA ... it's far beyond the stars it's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt my heart will lead me there soon ...

[ Take the bathysphere on down to your hometown. ]

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Ignore the lies of Atlas and his parasites. Rapture is on the rise.

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shiny toy guns .. STARTS WITH ONE ... only three i can’t seem to get enough anyway i can’t speak nothing to say anyway let’s show them the only way let’s show them our hearts ...

[ Don't mind the leaks or the bodies. Just watch your step. ] ................ Andrew Ryan asks you a simple question: are you a man or a slave? ................ temposhark f. imogen heap .. NOT THAT BIG ... I can cut my heart out just like you do and I can suck the life out of it just like you do i'm gonna pick myself up and pull myself together; never revel in recovery mode for when commitment is a dirty word you can't afford to ever slip or let down your guard ...

[ It might feel a little funny with the first injection, Jack. Just a little. ]

................ The Little Sisters Orphanage: In troubled times, give your little girl the life that she deserves. Boarding and education free of charge! After all, children ARE the future of Rapture. ................ the cure .. LULLABY ... on candystripe legs the spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fear in the gathering gloom ...

[ Andrew Ryan is your God among Men. ] ................ Approaching a Little Sister is a criminal offense. Do not approach the Little Sisters. ................ gerard mcmann .. CRY LITTLE SISTER ... cry little sister (thou shall not fall) come to your brother (thou shall not die) unchain me sister (thou shall not fear) love is with your brother (thou shall not kill) ...

[ It's up to you, Jack, whether they're rescued or harvested, which means it's up to you whether the big brother in their chemically-enhanced fucked-up-beyond-repair family saves them or kills them and takes all the spoils as his own. ]

................ We all have bills to pay, and the temptation to break curfew to make a little extra ADAM is forgivable. Breaking the curfew is not. Stay on the level, and out of trouble. ................ three days grace .. NEVER TOO LATE ... no one will ever see this side reflected and if there's something wrong who would have guessed it and I have left alone everything that I own to make you feel like it's not too late it's never too late ...

[ People forget that the Big Daddies were once human too. ] ................ The smuggler is the friend of the parasite. It is your duty to report the smuggler. ................ radiohead .. ALL I NEED ... I am the next act waiting in the wings I am an animal trapped in your hot car I am all the days that you choose to ignore you are all I need you are all I need I am in the middle of your picture lying in the reeds ...

[ "Plasmids changed everything. They destroyed our bodies, our minds. We couldn't handle it. Best friends butchering one another, babies strangled in cribs. The whole city went to hell." ] ................ Rumor is the tool of the parasite. Fontaine is dead; Rapture lives. ................ videodrone .. ALONE WITH 20 BUCKS ... living, barely surviving freebasing life till its end divided soulless vices death before life could begin evil dollar bills, life stood still a tumor removed from your brain prescription refilled, a cure for my ill blood stains painted over again you tell me how to think you tell me how to feel cause I want to know what is real is anyone real? ...

[ If Ryan is Rapture's God, then Fontaine is his Lucifer. Once smiled upon for his actions, he's now Ryan's most prominent enemy. ] ................ Attention: A new curfew will be enacted on Thursday. Citizens found in violation will be relocated to Apollo Square. ................ dave gahan .. A LITTLE LIE ... I walk alone and you know I've never felt at home I'm so hard to please and I have everything I need ...

[ "Me family's in a submarine hidden in the foundation of Fontaine Fisheries. I'll meet you there." -- You'd better get used to being lied to, Jack. ] ................ Wanting an item from the surface is forgivable. Buying or smuggling one into Rapture is not. Stay on the level, and out of trouble. ................ joydrop .. BREAKDOWN ... and all the days you pushed around and all the times you lied to yourself and all the dreams we had just might breakdown ...

[ She seems to be the only one with a conscience on this sinking heap of metal. She also acts as yours. Listen to her. ] ................ Andrew Ryan reminds us: we all make choices, but, in the end, our choices make us. ................ kate bush .. EXPERIMENT IV ... they told us all they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red It's a mistake in the making ...

[ Nothing holds back the experiments in Rapture. And nothing is saved from them. Plants, animals, children -- all up for grabs. ] ................ Wallet a little light? At Surgical Savings we'll happily work out an affordable payment plan for any major procedure. Potentially terminal illnesses won't wait until payday. Should you? ................ coheed & cambria .. THE HOUND (OF BLOOD AND RANK) ... come on, you've got to give it to me as though you want it too come on and set me free i'll dig it till we've made your grave oh, you've been a bad, bad boy i'll cut it 'til I carve it out and stick it in a sad, sad song why the bother, you're no brother you’re the wrong I need boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me ...

[ The body is a terrible thing to waste. So says the artist. One does the cutting and the carving and the other does the sculpting and the performing and they're two sides of one horribly twisted and beautiful coin. ] ................ Attention: Any public congregation of more than four persons is considered an actionable offense. ................ frou frou .. PSYCHOBABBLE ... do just what I tell you and no one will get hurt don't come any closer cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two make no sudden movements and no one will get hurt you're not coming over if you know what's good for me why would I be leaving you? ...

[ Andrew Ryan has a way with women, yes? Well, he also has a way with his children. A man chooses, a slave obeys. ] ................ The bottom of the ocean is our home, but it can also be a dangerous place. Any leak is a bad leak. Report any unexplained water promptly to the Central Council. ................ the birthday massacre .. PLAY DEAD ... thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme to those of us who've never tried to find a face behind our lipstick smiles and as our pretty faces die our plastic hearts will wonder why the make-up just won't hide the scars of time ...

[ "Now, would you kindly find a crowbar or something? Bloody splicers sealed Johnny in before they ... goddamn splicers." -- They were the citizens of this once thriving metropolis. Now they've been reduced to babbling, deformed maniacs who are only out for another high. ] ................ We all move the Great Chain, and the Great Chain moves us all. ................ moving units .. THE KIDS OF ORANGE COUNTY ... a suburban tease you can see their dirty knees you can see them bounce off a wall like a racquet hits a ball but they always come back again a Jamaican breeze you can smell the anti-freeze you can see the world is a maze when you're young and you're free to be anything you wanted to be ...

[ It's all about class, dollface, and you don't fit in! Parasite! ] ................ The parasite hates three things: free markets, free will, and free men. ................ brand new .. WELCOME TO BANGKOK [ instrumental ]

[ "Don't know what I was thinkin'. Never spliced up once the whole time I was down here in this aquarium. Figured it was bad to mix business with pleasure, but WHOOO! Forget all the nose candy and floor polish I been wastin' time with! THIS stuff is the mothers milk!" ] ................ "That's just the Plasmid Blues, Mary. You just need to slow down a bit on the splicing. Before you know it, you'll be as right as rain. Remember, a smart splicer is a happy splicer." ................ ambo .. BLUEBIRD ... and the sun was brilliant too ...

[ Maybe one day you'll see the sun again, Jack. ]