#other than glowy eyes my beloved

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Chayane!!! Tell me more abt Chayanne where did the bestest boy come from :0 ?

Chayanne! My beloved egg, my precious, little warrior.

Once again, child abuse warnings. And like. Serious, serious injuries to a kid.

So. We'll start with the basics. Of the surviving eggs, Chayanne is the eldest - in literal terms, anyway. He was created first. Only one of the eggs - A1 - looks older than him. And he doesn't look very old, maybe 11 or 12 (another indicator that the aliens have been kidnapping people since before the war). He was originally crafted with the specifications of the Eldest of the Elders in mind, IE as a host for the leader of the invading aliens (named Ethereals). As such he has a high level of ethereal DNA. He also has a bit of glow squid in him, and also bone imp. Part but not all of the bones on his face are exposed - part of the reason Missa gave him one of his masks (Missa has bone tattoos covering severe facial scarring, then often wears a skull mask over the skull tattoos for the vibes) is to protect and hide the exposed bones. Tiny little glowy red eyes in hollow blackness. And the combination of glow squid and ethereal makes him have really pretty glow-in-the-dark purple markings across his skin. The purple is a mark of the Ethereals.

He was /supposed/ to be able to psionically connect with all of the other Eggs, so that once his body was taken by the Eldest of Elders, said Elder would be able to be in constant contact with all of the others. This is the reason for the high Ethereal DNA, and he was also made from very specific human specimens - nobody we care about, but pairs of soulmates such as Tazercraft were specifically hunted down and turned into goo to make him. Unfortunately for the Elders, and fortunately for Chayanne, as he grew and more Eggs were created, it became very apparent that while he can psionically detect every single other Egg, and even has a good idea of where they are, he cannot actually... use it? His bond to the other eggs is stronger than most, yes, but he cannot perform the telepathy which he was designed to do. Later on, after he has already been discarded, they find he is able to telepathically communicate with the egg which becomes Tallulah - but only her.

He is also just generally mediocre at psionics, despite how much care was given to give him the best advantage (the glow squid DNA probably fucked it up, tbh, but the Elder wanted to be pretty and glowy). As such, he wasn't really... useful? Mediocre is fine for lesser Ethereals, but not their leader. The Elder of Elders said he didn't want this body, make him a new one. So they did, and Chayanne was offered around.

Of course, none of the lesser Elders were willing to take a body designed for their leader. Still, despite being a failure, a lot of time and resources went into making Chayanne. Rather than liquidise him back into his constituent parts, Chayanne was given to one of the Chosen to train - specifically the Assassin.

Now, the Chosen were made by the same method as the eggs, but are not considered eggs - eggs are something from which life comes (referring to when they are possessed). The Chosen were never meant to be possessed, they're the prototypes using only human and Ethereal DNA, considered the children of the Elders, not hosts themselves. They have been allowed to grow and develop and trained to be useful basically to make sure the process is stable.

But the Assassin doesn't know that. When Chayanne was given to her to train, she already had one apprentice - Bobby is younger than Chayanne by a little way, but was discarded much sooner. While Chayanne is not good enough at psionics for his body to be possessed by the most senior Ethereal, a race that relies on psionics, Bobby is so bad at it not even a lesser Ethereal would take his body. But that's Bobby, not Chayanne.

Unlike some, the Assassin made sure to keep both of her apprentices fully fed and watered, and also provided with enough psionic energy to grow properly. And she did train them, in knives and swords and violence, just as she said she would.

The problem is... her training methods would have been considered overly violent on anyone. Bobby liked his fists and the Assassin fought like to like - bruises and concussions were common for him but could be handled - but Chayanne... Chayanne took to swords, just like the Assassin.

And she was /thrilled/.

The problem with the Assassin being thrilled is she fought him near to death day in and out. Chayanne learnt to defend himself and fight very well and very fast, but was also a literal child who every time he managed to get onto his feet was being taken to the training room, given a few pointers and stance adjustments and such, and when after around 20 minutes the Assassin would get bored... "sparring" with real weapons, where she was significantly more trained, more powerful, bigger than him. And also his caretaker. Also fighting to your opponent cannot stand with anything is dangerous, but especially swords.

As such Chayanne has spent a lot of time bleeding on the floor, and generally critically injured. (But then Bobby, beside him, spent it with broken bones and unable to see properly from concussion messing with his head).

The Assassin wanted to break her toys, but the two boys she got refused to. She was created with violence in mind, not care, and so she did violence towards them.

They did it back. Rarely effectively, but when they could.

Outside of being trained, they lived in joining cells. Literally cells. Think QSMP prison levels of comfort. Food would be delivered and medical treatment provided by Federation Workers under the Assassin's command.

And of course, all the while Chayanne was very aware of other siblings being created - and many of them killed or otherwise rendered non-sentient (or unconscious. They can't feel each other when unconscious or in stasis). Interestingly once an egg is possessed, becoming an Avatar of an Elder, Chayanne (and the other eggs) can no longer perceive them. They don't get to psionically connect with the new entity in the sibling's body, its just... that bit of bond is gone. He does his best to help them, but is so far away he cannot really. Just... share ideas to them.

Tallulah is created, and he can speak with her. She worries for all the times he vanishes, unconscious due to being beaten into the floor by the Assassin and so gone from the bond. Chayanne never tells her why, but does his best to help her. Even when she is written off and given to the Hunter to use as living target practice...

But, again, that is not Chayanne's story.

Chayanne lived an inch from death constantly - he has absolutely had to be resuscitated before. Likely more than once. Each time that happened the Assassin would step back a bit - she is expected to train these kids into fighters unlike her brother who gets to kill his - but it would happen again. Slowly she would get more and more violent in the 'training', until it happened all over again.

Still he remains defiant, attacking her whenever she touches Bobby, Stab stab stab rarely does anything but piss her off, but Chayanne still stabs and Bobby still bites and kicks and punches (and stabs if given a sword) in defiance.

There comes a time when Chayanne considers himself back on his feet but by any reasonable standards he isn't and should absolutely be in a hospital under close observation not abandoned in a prison cell with only another kid - one who can't even see him as they're kept side by side. During that time, there is what is best described as a disturbance. It does not take very long for Bobby and Chayanne to recognise it as the base being attack.

Bobby has acid spit, and melts through the wall seperating them while all the guards are distracted. He jumps over to Chayanne, and then uses his spit to melt the lock on his cell door, and the two escape.

They go to the training room, they get their weapons, and then... Well, they know where the Assassin is. So they decide to kill her or die trying.

Getting there is simple - they both know how it works - but... she doesn't appear when they arrive in her chamber, and Chayanne's injuries start causing trouble. They hide to wait for her, Bobby tries to patch Chayanne up, and then Chayanne sits guard as Bobby sleeps.

And passes out himself.

He wakes to the sound of fighting. He nudges Bobby awake, and they grab their swords, and try to get at the Assassin.

Only for Chayanne to be caught by a man in blue, skeleton-painted armour and a purple hood. There's a skill on his face, and he refuses to let go. Chayanne does his best to struggle - especially when he sees a man in red grab Bobby - but is held tight and safe by the man with the purple hood.

The Assassin is killed, and the adults discover the kids are actually injured - their weird skintones and alien features making it hard for them to initially tell. Having seen one heal the others, Chayanne hides his injuries a bit more to make sure Bobby's broken arm and concussion are seen to. In turn Chayanne passes out while Philza is still treating Bobby, freaking everyone out.

They get back and get actual medical treatment, and are extremely clingy - mostly to the adult who grabbed them, but Bobby is also enchanted by Jaiden as she killed the Assassin (and after Chayanne passed out let him stab the corpse a few times while they waited for evac), and Philza who kept them both alive to get to the infirmary spends a lot of time with Chayanne, meaning they get close too.

(Philza, unlike the other people, knows what the readouts meant when he actually checked on Chayanne - Bobby's broken limb was obvious, and Philza is not an alien biology expert)

Theeeen once Chayanne and Bobby are healed enough, the adults try to take them somewhere safe. This... causes both to freak out, and forcibly bond themselves to their two favourite adults.

Meaning they need to be close to at least one of the adults... Not all the time, but most of the time. To grow and be healthy (being won't kill them but is faaar from recommended), anyway. This was entirely instinctual and fear based because a handful of adults were nice when all the ones they've known before have been awful. Petrified of losing the adults who helped.

Chayanne considers Missa to have chosen him when he grabbed him, and Philza is clearly his husband and so they must both be his dad. He figures after being introduced to storybooks and both reading and writing. Upon finding out they're not together officially (but yes Philza has permission from his wife) he starts trying to push for it. Gently, but still.

He is much, much safer and happier now, but still has nightmares from being yk repeatedly left in a critical condition by the adult responsible for him.

Fun bonus fact: Dapper was actually created as a Chayanne 2.0, the aliens having further experimented and refined their techniques, and worked out the correct DNA to use. And also uses different alien samples. Dapper also cannot perform full telepathy, but shows aptitude for psionics in general, and so they are seeing if she can be trained into the full telepathy with the others. Chayanne was too shit at psionics generally for that to be feasible. Chayanne also has the better personality for leading, buuuuut given the eggs were designed to have their souls and minds entirely kicked out and replaced, the personality of the egg doesn't actually matter.

Fun bonus fact 2: Despite Chayanne having had the most frequent near death experiences and horrific wounds, Richarlyson is the one in the worst state physically when he is rescued. Chayanne had at least been healing for a bit first (then pushed it and ripped stitches badly and internal injuries getting knocked in scampering around extremely bad). Richas literally gets rescued from being strapped down to an experiment table partially cut open with wires in him to take readings and shit. But, Richas is at least allowed to fully and properly heal between experiments, and the Warlock is much more careful not to fatally injure his test subject than the Assassin and her trainee. The Warlock is actively injuring Richas but trying to keep him alive. The Assassin doesn't give a damn if her two die or not and will kill them herself if bored enough.

But yes! Chayanne knows this is fucked up, but he's the oldest. He's got to look after his siblings, and push it aside to do so. All those siblings who died on him? He failed them, he needs justice for them, but he's just a boy and his body is wrecked and his new parents want him to play on the wii not fight...? He doesn't understand. He's trying, but he doesn't, and he'll do his best. Gotta protect everyone!

His discovery for a love of cooking is caused by Missa trying desperately to get him a hobby and being like. Why don't we make cookies for all your siblings? Which he loved. He loves making food, and he loves giving it to people he loves. Someone stays with him in the kitchen because still a kid, but he does eventually get to do his thing.

(When the ship is downed and attacked you can bet he is gathering all his siblings into the same place and guarding the door himself. Not alone, but himself.)

[most-mistreated-characters]

We can confirm Papyrus for most mistreated just by the sheer fact that you, poll runner, put him up against Hunter in the first round (pensive emoji) To be fair to him (and us, the Papyrus enjoyers) he put up a hell of a fight. The difference in Hunter and Papyrus' fandom experience is night and day. Hunter is beloved. Hunter is celebrated. People HC he is neurodivergent and it is used to elevate him.

Papyrus, intentionally or not, is written like he's neurodivergent and the fandom took one look at him and for the last nearly 8 years has decided he need to be murdered to further his brother's angst-overfilled storylines, or that he's too stupid to live and is taken advantage of, or that people aren't allowed to swear around him or telling him his poorly cooked spaghetti is bad because otherwise Sans Will Kill You. Like as someone who reads Papyrus/reader inserts, it drives me fucking nuts, it's ALL reverse harems focused on Sans. The ones that don't are shit like. Fucking. Sans threatens to kill you if you even date Papyrus. Sans threatens you with his eyes from across the room if you dare even THINK to suggest Papyrus' spaghetti could be improved.

A trope I have seen on more than one occasion is these shitty reverse harem fics tagging it for Papyrus/reader romance and then they have Papyrus say he's ace and he just fucking ceases to exist. Horrortale Papyrus is meant to be the same as UT Papyrus but he gets a different ending that goes wrong. On at least one occasion in these terrible fics where Papyrus says "I'm Ace" and then ne does the peace sign and fades away, horror Papyrus is also there and even though the FIC ACKNOWLEDGED THEY SHOULD BE THE SAME, THEY SAID HORROR PAPYRUS WASN'T ACE "ANYMORE" which just proves people put often make classic Papyrus ace to kick him out of the big kids romance room, which as an ace person pisses me off.

One of my favorite fics ever involves the world being reset after the reader develops a relationship with him and suddenly it's a murder run and reader remembers Papyrus exists so they go into the mountain and are helping SANS FIGHT FRISK???? And there's like one fucking chapter left and we don't even get to see the reader rebuild their relationship with Papyrus after the reset, it's just "That was fun NOW TIME FOR SANS GLOWY MURDER EYE WEEEEE"

And that's one of my favorites. One of the most popular fics in the fandom is literally Papyrus being tortured by Flowey to make him "less innocent" so he can get into the royal guard.

I did a count of all the major endings in UT and out of roughly 18 major endings 9 of them involve Papyrus being dead or very sad (two sad, 7 dead)

Papyrus deserves to return.

no need to blame me. i do not hate papyrus so much that i put him against a character in the first round i knew he would lose to. dont know what you're getting at here but see what i did was put some unpopular fandom characters against popular fandom characters and some popular fandom characters against other popular fandom characters. so undertale, popular, against the owl house, also popular. im not an undertale fan so i knew nothing about papyrus, i also new nothing about hunter. i knew "popular fandoms" and put em against each other. sorry bud. root for papyrus in the redemptions.

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My finale watch continues, now with episode eleven. Can the writing quality of the previous episode persist into this one? Please? Pretty please???

Malcolm!Eddie visiting the CCPD. Are we about to get some answers about how he's alive? A lot of people are staring at him in shock. I wonder how many actually knew Eddie and how many have just seen his picture on the wall with the rest of the honored dead?

Chester - Evil cobalt isotopes took Barry away. Mark Blaine - Sounds like you guys could use my exact brand of smarminess.

I do appreciate that Blaine recognized he specifically needed distance from Khione and that Khione wouldn't have been able to give it to him if she'd had a method of contact.

Blaine - Barry didn't give up on me even at my lowest point which was this season and I never did anything to really prove him right. But I'm gonna do it now, guys. Honest.

Cisco name-dropped! Which is probably all he gets this episode. :( But at least they remembered him.

Iris remembering the timeline where Nora grew up without Barry. *sniff* Because Barry's been disappeared right before Nora's about to be born.

Oooh, the N!SF has possessed someone else.

Khione being all nature girl, but sadly she scares the people she saved. :(

So I like that they're leaning hard into the Cobalt Blue theme, but the N!SF's color is red, so making the N!SF blue when it's directly possessing people is... weird. Like... is the N!SF itself the real Cobalt Blue here and not Malcolm!Eddie? That's how it looks. It's just... the N!SF already had a color theme so this... it's gonna bug me for all the episode, I think.

Malcolm!Eddie's driver's license being blank at first is fun. He's starting to question his identity, so of course the official documentation is off (also that should be a state license, not a Central City license, but whatever). And it furthers the question of whether Malcolm Gilmore is a persona entirely made up by the N!SF to hide bringing Eddie back to life. He's not acting like he woke up with amnesia eight years ago, but he is starting to question his reality. So on some level, he has to know something is off even without the N!SF's little shenanigans.

So the scene of the lightning strike, having seen it twice now, definitely reminds me of Barry being struck by lightning in the 90s show. It hits Malcolm!Eddie through the window, knocking him horizontally across the lab. I wonder if it was an intentional homage since it resembles that so much more strongly than the scene from this show's pilot where Barry's struck.

I do like hearing about how much Eddie's presence impacted other members of the CCPD. Talking about how kind he was, making rookies feel at home. That's what made him such a beloved character in S1.

N!SF - OKAY THIS IS BORING DO SOMETHING ELSE! Malcolm!Eddie - O_O

actually it shouted FIND HER! - meaning Iris, no doubt - but there's Eddie finding out he has a legacy with the CCPD after all and the N!SF is clearly all upset that Eddie might learn something positive about the impact his life had with all these cops; someone wants to get on with its evil plan and Eddie isn't cooperating

(STAR Labs with it's gashes still intact, they're really gonna end the show having never fixed the building)

Khione - Sooo, I've learned how to be passive aggressive Blaine - You made people into plant monsters! Khione - I literally saved their lives. Blaine - I'm going to blame you for the pain they were in that was caused by the poison being expelled from their lungs.

I mean... I get that he's possessed by N!SF there, what with the glowy blue eyes reveal. But that was entirely in character for him. So that was a writing fail. If you're gonna write a possessed character being 'out of character' but it's entirely in character because they've been an asshole all season... then it's not going to get the viewer impact it needs.

I wonder what's up with the blue roses N!SF keeps showing.

I did always love that moment when Iris and Eddie chose each other over whatever Eobard was claiming was their destiny. Iris did choose Eddie over Barry in that moment, no matter how they try to spin things later.

SF!Nora to the rescue, protecting Iris and unborn-baby-Nora. I'm not a big fan of the more human-acting Speed Force, but I'm glad she got a chance to show up in the finale.

Malcolm!Eddie having a break down in Iris' office. But of course he wouldn't find any traces of himself in there, since Iris moved to that office long after he died. The pieces of him - of their relationship - she's kept are going to be at home.

Malcolm!Eddie is looking for pieces of Eddie in all the wrong places but that's because the N!SF wants to feed him a specific narrative. It needs Eddie to hate Barry if it's going to make him an Avatar. It needs to make Eddie more like Eobard. So I think that means I was right about Malcolm being a persona the N!SF created to fit Eddie into a mold closer to what Eobard imagined his illustrious family namesake was like.

Oooh, i like the way they connect Iris' message for Barry and the moment Barry expelled the N!SF from Joe. She's his lightning rod and even across time, that means something. Though I do think it's more impactful if that's something she chose to be after season one, not something that she's always been no choice about it.

SF!Nora summoning Khione was nifty. And now we're getting godlike power talking to godlike power. Regular girl talk. :D

Khione talking about the things she's done with her powers and I just wish we'd seen any of that. But we only saw a small part of it before the time skip which means so much of Khione's power development was told, not shown. That's not always bad, but in this case... it's not great. We deserved to see some of that development so that Khione being powerful enough to take on the N!SF on her own makes sense.

N!SF - You have to kill Mark to stop me. Khione - Okay. Turn to dust. Me - Leave him like that!

Of course, she reconstitutes him minus the Cobalt Blue crystal. So. We're still stuck with him.

Meanwhile, Iris is now in labor with mild contractions.

Iris - I thought Barry would be back in time. Barry - *appears*

lol

Iris being so happy that Barry's there with her in the hospital is so sweet.

Team Flash discussion in the waiting lounge.

Khione realizing she's going to have to leave. :( And then it's Barry who gets N!SF kidnapped again. perfect timing.

So now Malcolm!Eddie is digging up Eddie's grave, that breakdown is progressing apace. Though, huh, I guess I thought Eddie was only four years older than Barry and Iris. But turns out he's six years older, since his grave says his B-day is Jan 6, 1983.

So the Captain he talked to at the CCPD and who tracked him down during his little breakdown grave-robbery, isn't Kristen Kramer. It's Korber, one of the recurring officers whose name I only sometimes remember. Which makes me suspect this is happening in the future. Admittedly, I know the next episode Barry's supposed to show up in the future thanks to spoilers, but I guess I was thinking Eddie was in 2023. He's clearly not, though, so that's interesting.

First, it makes it all the more fascinating that everyone recognized him at the CCPD. Not just Korber, but everyone was staring.

Still not sure what's going on with those blue flowers the N!SF keeps showing? Are they purely thematic and symbolic of Eddie being coerced into becoming Cobalt Blue? Are there literal flowers somewhere?

So... that was not as good of an episode as the first one. The Malcolm!Eddie scenes were probably the best. Mark being possessed by the N!SF would have been more impactful if him being a hypocritical asshole who tries to control and manipulate Khione wasn't entirely in character for him. Khione's nature goddess powers were hinted at before but have undergone a massive tell-don't-show growth spurt that's unsatisfying even as seeing her get to be powerful is cool to see. Iris doesn't really get to do much because she's pregnant. Cecile doesn't get to do much because... honestly, she often doesn't get to do much. Allegra's knocked out to cut down on the number of characters that have to be juggled. And Chester really doesn't do much action-wise either.

There's a lot of stuff that just... doesn't happen in this episode. I'm not really sure how else to phrase it. There's just... lead up to nothing? I thought maybe N!SF was trying to make Iris vulnerable to Eddie's arrival until it finally clicked that he wasn't actually in 2023 (I mean, Kramer could have been on vacation) but that wasn't it. Honestly, there doesn't seem to have been much of a point to the N!SF causing trouble in 2023 at all. What was it even trying to achieve? We have the fight with Khione, but she curb stomps the N!SF so quickly that it's... it isn't really satisfying.

I dunno. I think even expecting this wouldn't be as good ep1, it was still... kind of a let down.

i think I'm gonna take a break, pop up some popcorn, and then get back to watching with episode 12.

[roxiefandoggo]

Alright. Amphibia’s ending. Time to vent.

Today, this wild tale of friendship, adventure, mystery and growth...is coming to a close. I've summed up my general feelings about the whole show here. It's lengthy, but it was really helpful for me to write this down and just reflect. 

From day one, this lil' frog show caught my interest. I remember the first thing I ever saw related to it was this promotional poster, of a little pink frog running a teenage schoolgirl through a sparkling forest by the hand, and I found it adorable.

I remember watching the Disney Fan Fest event one morning on Disney Channel, where Matt Braly and Brenda Song came up and revealed concept art, gave a little frog trivia quiz, and showed a sneak peek of the first episode. I was intrigued. This idea was cute and unique, and I was excited to see it.

That summer, season one came along. Not gonna lie, I found some of it a little weird at first (and I don't like super dark humor like it had on occasion), but I absolutely LOVED what I saw. It was funny. It was charming. It was smart. The creativity in the character designs and worldbuilding and story was INSANE. The score done by TJ Hill was drop-dead gorgeous. 

I loved how they started off with no context, stirring up new questions for me to ponder with every new detail revealed: "Who are these other girls in the picture?" "Who's that old salamander woman with the glowy eyes?" "Why's the music box so dangerous?" "Did Anne's eyes just flash blue in this frame...?"

Ah, everything was so simple back in that season...

Then season TWO came along, and then MORE mystery, more characters, and more development came into play, and I think this was my favorite season. Anne's relationship with the Plantars grew, we got more lore with the Core and the music box and Newtopia, we got to meet Yunan and Andrias and Olivia---and of COURSE the show was nearly STOLEN by beloved M A R C Y  W U (whom I believe most of us adopted into our hearts the MOMENT we heard her speak). 

And then True Colors...OH BOY...

That's when things started getting REAL.

Never---NEVER---have I found a Disney Channel show before that could give me such intense emotions as Amphibia can, ESPECIALLY with True Colors. With TJ Hill's music, the stellar directing, the stunning animation, and the shock of what all happened in the episode combined, I was an emotional wreck. The cast and crew already did a great job with the ordinary episodes that weren't specials, but they did NOT hold back in their performance for the season two finale. 

And THEN we got All In, and now I can't decide whether that or True Colors was the bigger emotional rollercoaster, but for real---these people are so good at what they do and I applaud them wholeheartedly. 

I don't have all that much to say about Season Three, but it is no less enjoyable than the last two seasons. The look at Anne's life in her own world was just what I needed to connect with her even more. I loved seeing Matt put some of his own life into this show as well (Anne's mom is voiced by Matt's mom and that makes me sob). 

Of course, we GOTTA talk about the most prominent message of Amphibia, which is friendship!

First off, Anne and Sprig, guys. Back in season one when I barely even KNEW them, their friendship made me cry like a baby, and it was beautiful to see it develop over time. It just warms my heart to see how close they've gotten and how strong their bond is.

Second, The Calamity Trio's little friend triangle is so, so complex! It's just a few teens vibing like teen friends do, but if you look closely you can see some toxicity that needs to be healed. I love the way Amphibia observes friendships---how they can make you stronger, how they can come from anywhere or from anyone, what can can make or break a healthy bond, e.t.c. It doesn't just portray friendship as "happiness and rainbows and sunshine" like so many other shows do---no, it actually takes the topic SERIOUSLY, and the way it's handled is amazing.

Man, I could go on and on and ON about the genius writing that Amphibia has to offer, and what I love about each of my favorite characters and everything...but that would bog me down and I'd never finish this post. 

By the end of the finale, everything in the story will have fulfilled its purpose, but it still feels so soon for it to end. Amphibia was a crazy, exciting and wonderful ride, and I'm gonna miss it. I'm gonna miss all these characters I've fallen in love with. I'm gonna miss asking questions, watching as new discoveries unfold and puzzle pieces get put together. I'm gonna miss "travelling" with Anne through this new world, watching as she grew stronger both physically and mentally (BTW Anne is a true example of not just a good female lead, but an awesome protagonist in general).

But the end of the day, the last thing I want is for a show to keep going after it's run out of its juice, and you know what? I'm satisfied. I'm satisfied with what I've been given, and I will continue to enjoy this show long after it's over.

He's not reading this but I'll say it anyway: 

Thank you, Matt Braly, for making an impact on my heart with your brilliant storytelling and worldbuilding, your iconic characters, and the inspiration in your life that lead you to create one of the best cartoons I've ever seen. You are extremely talented, and I can't wait to see what you make in the future.

[merlinsbeard]

my hand slipped

[redrobin-detective]

Crawls out from the Pit

Alright so after about 2 and half weeks I have finished all 8 seasons, 80 episodes of Ben 10 Omniverse. I’m a little sad to be done but also glad to have my free time back (also if I have to hear that motherFUCKING opening theme again I will actually cry). So it was an experiencing one that was both super enjoyable but also infuriating. Let me break down my thoughts (with some spoilers) under the cut.

Things I liked

- From the very first episode I was, and still am just fascinated by the basic world set up. Ben Tennyson is known across the entire universe as a hero and wielder of the Omnitrix, everyone he meets knows who he is. Coming off series with locked down secret identities Ben’s status as a universal celebrity had both pros and cons and was simply fascinating to watch.

 - Aliens are common in his hometown of Bellwood and there’s a thriving populous under the city. Watching aliens and humans interact with awkward moments and periods of adjustment was damn interesting, great world building in there too.

- The Plumbers being intergalactic peace keepers of sorts (again with all the good and bad that come with essentially being space cops) and having a presence on earth and beyond. Ben’s status as being part of the organization but not a true member, one who really answers only to himself was intriguing.

- For all that I nitpick Ben and Rook’s relationship (stilllll not seeing shippers sorry) I loved Rook Blonko as a character, he was delightful. I also did like Ben and Rook’s relationship bc their individual prejudices and problems kept them from becoming actually close and reliant on one another and while it came close at times it never really resolved which I’m okay with.

- Love the time travel shit *chefs kiss* Professor Paradox my beloved. Also I would die for No Watch Ben. And why is Ben 23 so popular? He’s a lil bitch.

- Genuinely did love the cartoony artstyle, I was obsessed with how green Ben’s eyes were. My personal fanon is the Omnitrix has slowly made them green and glowy over the years. Also the flashbacks to 10-11 year old Ben, baby diagnosed. Such a cutie patootie. 

- Speaking of which, loved the frequent callbacks to the original series (my first and favorite). OV felt way more connected to that Ben that I first fell in love with than AF or UAF.

- Ben, when his character was executed right, was wonderful. A big hearted teen who has way too much power and responsibility just doing his best. He covers his fear of failure with jokes and a deceptively casual attitude. While he can be lazy and overconfident and doesn’t think things through, he is dedicated to what he does not for fame but to help people and his determination and adaptability always see him through. 

Things I Didn’t Like

- So when Ben was done right it was great but my biggest peeve was how they changed his personality, maturity, competency level episode by episode. Sometimes he was capable of complex negotiations, sometimes all he could do was complain and eat junk foods, sometimes he he could sheer climb walls, other times he was pathetically weak without his Omnitrix. Needless to say I was really irked by the dangerously immature & reckless, rude to the point of being mean, willfully idiotic moron version of Ben who didn’t care about anything.

- When I first started someone said the first half of OV was good and the rest was not. They were right, loved S1-4, 5-8 had good episodes but overall was either cringing or rolling my eyes. S5 in particular aggravated me with Ben being at his worst. I was pulling my hair out at Ben yelling about how ugly and monstrous the citizens of Anur Transyl were like Ben... you regularly turn into those aliens.... your whole deal is being able to see from other’s perspectives...

- Just, the lack of taking itself seriously or following through on some damn interesting storylines. Like Ben being put on trial for recreating the universe? And being found guilty not just of that but misusing the Omnitrix??? That’s good shit right there but they waved it all away with some trial by combat bullshit and well back to normal. I know its a cartoon but that episode infuriated me. 

- Gwen and Kevin... didn’t care for them much here. Their characters just felt flat and shoved in whenever it was convenient with no real meaningful interactions between the supposedly close trio. They really were thrown under the bus to make room for Rook and the whole Plumbers thing.

- Kai *long groan* Honestly any attempt to address Ben’s love life was so nightmarishly bad. Everyone who says that Ben is Aromatic is absolutely correct. Boy hardly showed any interest in dates and tried to get out of most of them and yet he was ‘destined’ to be with a girl who was shown only to care about his transformations and not him? And that he didn’t really respect back? Hell no.

- Most of the villains were kinda Meh. Maltruant was cool but underused, we hardly got ANYTHING interesting out of the series big bad Vilgax, Albedo was... still don’t know what to think of him. Malware was cool tho, the whole Feedback thing was painful.

So overall the good outweighs the bad but I liked it far more at the beginning than I did the end. I’ll rewatch some of my favorites but probably won’t do a full binge again. Still, I love the idea of this particular universe and really did enjoy most of my watch!

[skylanders-after-the-end]

A new Nightmare begins

Kaos and Glumshanks were face to face with Kaossandra, who had inexplicably escaped her imprisonment from within the mirror.

“Mother!? How is this possible?” Kaos looked over to Glumshanks who could only shrug his shoulders as the slender woman approached the two. “You were supposed to stay in that mirror forever!”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you Kaos.” Kaossandra patted her much shorter son on the head while observing the main hall inside the family castle. “Unfortunately, even I do not know how this could happen. I was inside the mirror, dreading my fate as usual, when suddenly the glass broke and it crashed down. Then you arrived.”

Kaos turned around as his mother kept admiring all the objects and furniture which have been just out of her reach for such a long time. “So, you didn’t free yourself?”

“If I could, I would have done so years ago.” Kaossandra turned to one of the windows, allowing her to get a good view of the castle garden. “But this is something different. I can feel it.”

Glumshanks, who clutched onto Kaos’ shoulders, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the woman. “And what’s that, mistress Kaossandra?”

“My powers are weakened, despite not using them for such a long time.” Kaossandra was brooding. “Perhaps… no it cannot be.”

“What cannot be?” Kaos moved away from Glumshanks to better hear what his mother had to say.

“My powers stem from no other source than the Darkness itself, as do yours.” Hearing that, Kaos looked up to the symbol on his forehead which was briefly taken from him by said Darkness once. He knew what she was talking about. “But it’s more than just a power source, it’s a being. If it so desires, it can take our powers in an instant. The only reason it doesn’t is because it needs accomplices and hosts ever since it’s been banished by the Ancients.”

Kaos thought about that, but something didn’t add up. “That can’t be right! When I set the Darkness free and the Skylanders defeated it, my powers were still there! I mean it took a while to get them back, but still!”

“That’s because you can’t just defeat the Darkness, you fool!” Kaossandra hissed at her spawn. “The Skylanders have no idea what they’re up against. The Darkness is far more powerful than anything this world has to offer! They might have been able to destroy its physical form temporarily, but the true Darkness will always remain.”

“Then where is it now?” Kaos was curious but also nervous about what might happen if that dangerous threat was ever to return.

“I don’t know, I can’t connect with it like I used to. That’s anything but a good sign.” Kaossandra thoughtfully looked out the window, wondering why all of this was happening now. “It looks like the Darkness has other plans for the Skylands. One that doesn’t include us.”

Kaos gulped and Glumshanks began to tremble as they all gazed through the single window in front of Kaossandra.

One week has passed since Hex’ and Malefor’s ambush on the Academy. Even though the witch surrendered and destroyed Malefor before more harm was done, the Skylanders lost a beloved ally during the battle. Not to mention that Kaos managed to escape as well.

Spyro was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t feel like getting up today. He hasn’t been feeling like getting up on any of the last few days in fact, but he had to. After a long sigh, the dragon pushed himself up, put his feet on the ground and left his room. He walked through the Academy where he was greeted by his many companions. The leader didn’t return more than a dry “Morning” and some nods. In front of the main entrance, Spyro stopped and looked to his left. He saw Cynder’s monument which was built after her unfortunate passing. In the center was a portrait of the Undead Skylander with black and purple flowers adorning it and some lit candles underneath. Even though it was there to honor and remember her, it always made Spyro feel like his heart was being pierced with a dagger.

“Hey.” Stealth Elf walked up to her friend as her sight went towards the shrine. She let out a heavy sigh. “I really wish that didn’t have to be there.”

At first Spyro had the obscure thought that the elf was suggesting that there shouldn’t be anything to honor their fallen friend, but he quickly realized that she actually meant there shouldn’t have to be anything to honor her in the first place. “Yeah, me too.” They looked at the memorial for a few more moments before continuing their path together. “What’s the plan for today?”

Stealth Elf pulled out a piece of paper which she used to write down all the assignments of the day. It was crumpled and the words were messily scribbled, but it was good enough for her to read it. “There have been reports about the Kaos situation. Some activity at his family castle, so it’s safe to assume that he’s returned there.”

Spyro nodded. “That’s good to hear, then we have to send a team.”

Stealth Elf continued. “Besides that, there were a few evil minions sighted that we should take care of. No Golden Queen though, it seems Sprocket really got the job done.”

“I sure hope so.” Even though the technician told them that she buried the queen beneath her palace, none of them knew that she survived. “Anything else?”

“One last thing…” Stealth Elf was hesitant about that point, but she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Someone needs to check on the villains at Cloudcracker Prison. The Trap Masters have taken some time off after making sure they were all locked up again, but an inspection is overdue.”

Spyro remembered how most of the prisoners had to be released and kept inside the cafeteria in order to make room for the possessed Skylanders until that was resolved. “That won’t be a problem, I can go and check on them-”

“All of them.” Stealth Elf put emphasis on all. Spyro went silent and had an empty stare. He wanted to say something but just couldn’t. When he opened his mouth, the Life Skylander stopped him. “Nightfall already said she’d go. I know you can’t see her yet.”

Spyro closed his mouth again and nodded. “Thanks.” He didn’t look the elf in the eyes anymore and just kept walking straight ahead.

Northwest from the Academy only a few islands away was the infamous Cloudcracker Prison standing in its full crystalline glory. It was currently holding more villains than ever before, ranging from the sinister Doom Raiders to the smallest of greebles. Below the many floors and cells was one dark room hidden in the lower part of the building. It was a big, cave-like area with a dome-shaped forcefield in its center. Inside it was the now mortal Hex, leaning against the solid blue wall of energy.

After giving up all her powers and ending Malefor once and for all, the witch was transported to the prison and locked inside that highly secured room. The Skylanders didn’t want to take any risks since she got closer to defeating them than any other villain before.

During the seemingly endless silence, the only door leading inside the room opened and Nightfall entered. Hex tilted her head slightly to see the dreadwalker through her messy black hair before turning her sight to the floor again. Neither of them talked. Nightfall approached the forcefield and stared at Hex for a good while. “Do you need anything?” The Supercharger’s raspy voice echoed through the room.

“As if you care.” Hex responded dryly, not even bothering to give the Dark Skylander another look.

“You’re a mortal again, you have to drink and eat.” Nightfall didn’t say that out of sympathy, she made it clear that she was just following orders.

“I’m well aware of that.” Hex finally moved her head again before staring back at the ground. “And why did they send you? Do they think that I would talk to someone who’s just like me?”

“I’m nothing like you!” Nightfall hissed.

“You aren’t?” Hex asked with a hint of sarcasm. “You aren’t an outsider? You don’t distance yourself from everyone around you?” Hex remembered how Nightfall was one of the few Skylanders she communicated with from time to time, exactly because of their similarities. “I dare to say that you were closer to me than anyone else. Anyone but…”

“Enough of this, witch!” Nightfall interrupted Hex and had to fight the urge to storm off without fulfilling her duty. “What you did was more than enough to show me what kind of person you really are. And I think nothing of that kind!” Despite Nightfall’s aloof and sometimes antisocial behavior, she did have a strong sense of justice and knew right from wrong. “I sympathized with you before because I thought you were like me. Restrained and quiet, but also loyal. Now I know that you’re nothing but a hate-filled and wicked person!” Hex had nothing to say in response, perhaps because it was true. “I’ll send a meal your way, even though you’re not even deserving of that.”

The dreadwalker turned around and left without another word. Hex remained sitting on the floor, her knees bent and her arms on top of them. She didn’t know if she would ever see the blue skies or floating islands again, but what the witch did know is that she did what she considered to be right for her.

Meanwhile at the Academy hospital on top of one of the many beds was an impatient Wild Storm. A week has passed since he was taken out by a mysterious dart out of nowhere and Whirlwind demanded another checkup. The knight was tapping his armored fingers onto the steel bed frame, eager to finally get a result.

After another minute the hybrid entered the room. “So, Wild Storm.” The Air Skylander began whilst holding a wooden board with her paw. “There are still some traces of the venom which was injected into your body and nearly made you unconscious, however you endured it very well and don’t have anything to worry about anymore. I must say I’m impressed by how quickly and easily your body processed it.”

When the head of the hospital says something like that it must mean something. “Thank you, Whirlwind.” The Sensei turned to the ledge of the bed and stared at her with his glowing eyes inside his mask. “Do you know what exactly that was?”

“Well, it was a paralyzing toxin commonly found in nightshades and other nocturnal plants. I can’t tell you where it came from but maybe it would help to inspect whatever hit you.” Whirlwind didn’t find anything unusual on the knight when he was brought in, so she was curious about what happened. “Tidepool was the one to bring you here, maybe you should ask her.”

Wild Storm nodded before Whirlwind excused herself. He really should talk to Tidepool, not only about this but also everything else that’s been going on between the two. They haven’t properly spoken in months and when Wild Storm lost control Tidepool suddenly confessed that she loved him. Even though he was in his beast form and his memory was cloudy, that is the part he remembers most clearly.

Wild Storm soon left the hospital and went to look for Tidepool. He spotted Boom Bloom nearby and approached her to find out that the quickshot should be in her room. The Air Skylander followed the advice and entered the long hallway with several Skylanders’ rooms. Eventually, he reached Tidepool’s. Everyone had their own personal doorplate attached so they would know whose room it was. Tidepool’s was a gorgeous depiction of the ocean with sea creatures like squids and whales just like the ones that aid her in battle. He knocked on the door and after hearing a neutral “come in”, the knight slowly entered.

When Tidepool turned around and saw the familiar figure she froze in place. Wild Storm closed the door behind him before the two stood still and stared at each other. “Wild… what brings you here?” Tidepool already knew the answer, but she didn’t know what else to say.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Wild Storm began.

“I wanted to talk to you too, actually.” Tidepool responded with the same intention, which lead to another moment of tense silence. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It definitely has.” Wild Storm never wanted to cut his friend off like that, but he saw no other way to keep the beast inside him away from her. “I wanted to ask if you know what happened that day when I… lost control.”

“Oh…” Tidepool expected to hear such a question, but she wasn’t quite prepared. She was nervous. She didn’t know if he remembered anything. If he remembered what she said. “You want to know why you ended up in the hospital I assume?”

The knight nodded and sat onto a wooden chair in the corner of the room.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about as well.” The Water Skylander turned around to grab something. She held it in her hand and moved it closer to Wild Storm for him to see. “You got hit by this dart and almost became unconscious. I guess because you were in your beast form you took it pretty well, but anyone else would have been down for hours.”

“Whirlwind told me that, but it sounds like you know more about this.” Wild Storm observed Tidepool as her expression was getting more nervous and her eyes focused on the small missile. “Do you know where the dart came from?”

“I have an idea, yes.” Tidepool turned around again and took a deep breath as her back was facing the Air Skylander. “That’s why I have to go away for a while.”

Wild Storm was caught off guard. “What?”

The Water Sensei turned back around holding her two squid guns, only that they were missing the grips, so they were just regular squids. “I know this is sudden and I can’t tell you what it is, but there’s something I must do.” She looked down at her marine pets in her arms as they turned their heads to look back at her. “I also want to ask you for a favor.”

Wild Storm didn’t understand what was going on, but he wanted to help his friend, nonetheless. “What is it?”

Tidpeool took a step forward and moved her squids towards the knight. “Can you look after them while I’m gone? I can’t take them with me, it’s too dangerous. I would ask someone else but… you’re the one I trust the most.”

Wild Storm stared at the two squids and then at Tidepool again. He never really knew those animals as anything other than weapons, but after giving it some thought he took them into his arms, despite the slimy feeling. “Of course, I would love to.” He observed the squids while they were gently moving across his arms before looking back at his friend who had a saddened but also certain look on her face. “But Tidepool, where are you going?”

“I really wish I could tell you, but I can’t.” The Sensei was hoping that this wouldn’t upset the knight, but his willingness to care for the squids gave her confidence. “Any word about this mission could put you and every other Skylander in danger, I can’t do that to you. You have to trust me.”

Wild Storm was looking deep into Tidepool’s eyes, he can’t remember the last time that has happened. He knew her well, despite their recent hardship, and he knew that she could take care of herself. “I trust you.” Tidpeool’s mouth formed a smile and she pet her squids goodbye. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful.”

“Always.” Tidepool responded and her eyes met those of Wild Storm again. “I don’t know when I can come back, it might take months, even a year, but you can’t tell anyone about this. If someone asks just tell them that I’m on a longer journey and I will be back later, hopefully no one will notice.”

Wild Storm nodded and had to twist his hands to prevent the squids from falling down. “And what about these two? Is there anything I have to know?”

“Don’t worry, they can take care of themselves. I just want you to keep an eye on them, so they don’t get into trouble.” The Water Skylander gave her pets a stern look before they nodded to assure her that they’ll behave.

“If they’re as tough as their owner then I have nothing to worry about.” The Senseis smiled before another wave of awkward silence washed over them. Wild Storm thought if there was anything else he had to say. Ultimately, only one thing came to his mind. “I’ll miss you Tide.”

Tidepool looked at Wild Storm and felt her heart beating inside her chest. A part of her just wanted to hug him and confess her feelings all over again. Her love towards him hasn’t changed, even if he still didn’t know it. However, she had to hide it again because she knew that this was more important than that. “I’ll miss you too.”

After those words the friends hugged each other one last time before Tidepool stepped out of the room, threw Wild Storm one more look, and closed the door, not knowing when she would come back. The knight stayed in her room and sat on the bed with the squids clinging onto his arms. “Guess it’s just you and me now.” This was not what Wild Storm expected when he came here, but he could tell that whatever Tidepool had to do was important. He hoped that they could finally spend time together again so he could confess that he loved her too. But he would have to wait, just like Tidepool did.

The next day was an exciting one for the Skylanders. Eon’s niece Aurora was gone for several months on a mission to look for remaining portals connected to Earth, and she has finally returned. An entire crowd of Skylanders was eagerly waiting at the port until her airship arrived. When Aurora opened the door and stepped outside, she was greeted by loud cheering and clapping. With a smile the Sensei got off the ship and rejoined all her friends and allies. Even though she had many things to share, there was one person she wanted to talk to before anyone else.

Master Eon was sitting inside his office, busy with some overdue paperwork. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. “Enter.” The spirit answered bleakly, unaware of who just entered the room.

When Eon lifted his head, he was at a loss for words. Even though he was expecting his niece to come back home any day now, he was still shocked to finally see her again. “Hey uncle.”

“Aurora!” The relatives were about to go in for a hug, but then stopped themselves. “It’s… wonderful to see you again.” They awkwardly stood in front of each other since they were unable to hug due to Eon’s ghostly state.

“It’s good to see you too!” Aurora sighed while looking at the ghost of her uncle. It’s been years since the attack that destroyed his body and she missed hugging him and feeling some kind of physical contact to her last family member, but she was eternally grateful that he was still there in the first place. “There are so many things I have to tell you!”

“Then do tell!” Eon said with glee as he magically pulled out the chair in front of his desk for Aurora to sit on.

After the swashbuckler told Eon all about her journey and the portals she’s discovered, he was impressed to hear that there are in fact still some active portals which could potentially transport the Skylanders back to Earth. Of course, there was no need for that after the Skylanders were freed from their imprisonment on the foreign planet and managed to return to Skylands for good.

“It was amazing uncle, I have never even seen some of the places I went to!” Something not many Skylanders knew was that Aurora has spent many years lost in another realm. She only managed to escape alongside the other Light and Dark Skylanders after the destruction of Cloudcracker Prison which released them from their respective realms. “I only remember all those books and drawings that we used to have years ago, but I never thought I’d see those places for myself! And how much they’ve changed!” The Sensei was as excited as a child.

“I’m glad that you had the opportunity to visit them.” Eon was the happiest he’s been in a long time. He was desperately looking for his niece after her disappearance, many years of hopeless searching. When she then finally returned, he was already a spirit and felt like he could never have the same bond with her again, but they tried making the best of it. However, Eon’s smile faded into a frown as he had some bad news to share. “There’s something you need to know.”

Aurora was curious. “What is it?” Before Eon could answer, the Light Skylander guessed it herself. “Oh, you mean what happened with Hex? The entire Skylands have heard about it! I can’t believe she would do something like that-”

“There was something else.” Eon hated to interrupt his niece and tell her something even worse, but she had to know. “During Hex’ ambush when some Skylanders were corrupted, Kaos managed to escape.”

Aurora went silent. Her family had a long and complicated history with that of Kaos’ and his escape could only mean trouble. “Well, then we’ll just take him down like we always do. Right?”

“It’s not only him this time.” Now came the part Eon feared the most. In the last few days, he has felt unsettled, a familiar feeling. He tried to figure out what it was and used his powers to look for a connection until he finally knew. “Kaossandra is free as well.”

This time Aurora was not only quiet, but visibly shocked, almost afraid. “Ka- Kaossandra?” The Sensei’s mind was rushing as she recalled all the stories she had heard about the dark Portal Mistress. “But she’s been trapped in that mirror for years, how…”

“I don’t know, but I can sense that she broke out of it. Her aura has no equal.” Eon has a past with Kaossandra, but he preferred to not talk about it, even with his niece. “I’m not sure what her and Kaos are up to, but with everything that’s happened recently I have reason to believe that we need to brace ourselves for the worst.”

Aurora slowly nodded, still lost in thoughts. “I understand.” She slowly raised herself up from the chair and made her way to the door, completely absent-minded. “I will get back to training as soon as I can and… I will watch out.”

As she closed the door behind her, Aurora reached into the collar of her armor with Eon’s face engraved on it. She pulled out a necklace with a small golden key attached to it. She looked at it for a few moments and sighed before hiding it inside her armor again and walking along.

Eon remained in his office for the rest of the day and couldn’t help but worry. He thought about the past year and everything that’s happened. The betrayal of the reformed villains and Snap Shot, Malefor’s return, Hex’ curse. It almost made Eon doubt the trust he has in his loyal Skylanders. All those events reminded him so much of the past, where he was betrayed by Kaossandra as well.

The day came to an end and the Academy progressively shut down. After Aurora’s return and all the exciting news everyone was tired and ready for bed. Tuff Luck had just finished her patrol at Cloudcracker Prison and was heading to the Life Realm where she would enjoy the vast and untouched nature.

As the Life Trap Master was strolling through the Academy, she heard something nearby. There was no one else there besides two guards at the main entrance, but she was too far away to be hearing them. There it was again. The feline swiftly summoned her Traptanium warblades and listened carefully. She heard something behind her and turned around whilst swinging her blades, but she didn’t strike anything. Before she could move another inch, a cloaked figure appeared right in front of her. The Trap Master furiously looked into its face and what she saw terrified her. The figure wore a gruesome mask with glowing blue eyes which stared right into the Trap Master’s soul. Before she could attack the intruder, Tuff Luck’s jade green eyes were suddenly filled with a light blue fog. The Life Skylander stood there like a statue, she couldn’t move and her weapons fell to the ground. The figure in front of her calmly walked away and turned into thin air, disappearing from the Academy.

Tuff Luck found herself on a grassy field. The last thing she remembered was seeing that strange figure at the Academy, but now she was on this small, isolated island surrounded by a pitch-black sky. Even though there was no source of light to be found, she could see herself and the grass underneath her as clear as day. When she looked further a forest appeared right in front of her, but instead of the usual joy she experienced seeing a forest, she gasped in horror. The trees and plants were slowly decaying and falling apart, as if a plague was passing right through them. Tuff Luck was terrified as the decaying forest began to spread until she was surrounded by it. This was her biggest fear, for all the nature in Skylands to die off. The feline ran away but there was no end to the forest, she just kept on screaming and running in agony. While she was experiencing all that in her head, Tuff Luck’s body was standing still at the Academy, her foggy blue eyes staring into the distance. It was nothing but a shell, while Tuff Luck’s mind was hopelessly lost.

[sagasofazeria]

My Attempts At Making Unique Nonhumans Part 4: Aasimar/Tieflings/Genasi

Listen, time is soup. I forgot it was Wednesday. It’s been a Week. Anyways, have some funky magic people.

Taglist (just ask to be added/removed!): @hellishhin @talesfromaurea

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Aasimar: I really like the lore for the Aasimar so I really didn’t change much besides the ways they are created, of which there are now 3 kinda loose categories. The first is the normal way, a semi-celestial born of mortal parents due to some sort of divine happenings or a mortal infused with celestial energy. The second is being literally part celestial from a very different kind of “divine happenings”. The third is that they were created by direct divine intervention, which is much more rare, and usually results in a more obviously celestial appearance (as well as often being created as fully grown adults with no mortal template). I also kept the stuff about their “purpose” though I do think it’s a little more loose and hard to determine than the official lore makes it seem. Anyway, onto the funky stuff! Aasimar are immensely varied due to mainly two factors: 1. They don’t have genetics since they’re literally angel people, and most celestials primarily self-actualize. 2. The ones that used to be a part of/were born from mortal species will retain those features as well. So honestly, an Aasimar could be just a plain looking human who sometimes sprouts glowing wings, or an Aasimar could be an 8 foot tall lady with silver skin, glowing markings, and wings on her ankles that match the 4 that appear on her back. So yeah, they can get all sorts of weird. Extra eyes, all sorts of wings, holy markings, weird colors, glowy bits, all of it. A lot of it fluctuates too, especially with the more emotionally driven of aasimar. For example, they might glow slightly when happy or proud, or their eyes might get cloudy when confused or angry. And any Aasimar’s appearance of their angelic features might change based on how they feel, due to the self-actualization bits of their celestial heritage.

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Tieflings: Tieflings, my beloved. Same as the Aasimar, I kept most of the lore and just added some ways they are created. (Also I removed the racism against them because I don’t like it. They aren’t even fully fiends, leave them alone.) The first way is obviously via curse or fiendish pact passing down bloodlines like the official lore. The second is that they are the product of mortal/fiendish relations, because monsterfuckers. The third way is when fiendish energy infuses a place or person it can create tieflings, especially if the person/someone nearby is pregnant (baby becomes the tief). I also decided there should be demonic Tieflings too, because I want to, and it really makes sense for that third way especially. (In my world, places of great evil/sorrow/etc can create demons based on what happened there, so that sort of applies with Tieflings on a smaller scale.) Also, like Aasimar, Tieflings can vary widely as well. Could be an average bloke whose eyes are just red orbs or it could be a fourteen-fingered ivory-skinned half-demon with a set of horns shaped like a crown on their head. So yeah, pretty much anything. Some commons ones are wacky eyes, acidic or boiling blood, spines and horns, tails, pointy bits, and pretty much anything slightly spooky you can think of. Generally though, these traits will mirror or mimic the curse/fiendish magic/demonic heritage that makes them a tiefling, and unlike Aasimar this rarely changes even throughout generations.

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Genasi: Okay so I did it again, I added some new origins for genasi, because there’s so much potential. First way to get genasi is for elemental magic to imbue itself in someone, which could mean you were born during a magical storm or you witnessed an opening to the realm of fire or a thousand other things. Second way is to have elemental heritage, which is far less common, but it still happens. (I also extended this to not just djinn, because again, the potential). I also added some more types of genasi besides fire, water, air, and earth. In my world there are also storm genasi, smoke/steam genasi, dust/sand genasi, ice genasi, and life genasi. Genasi can be widely varied as well, depending on what elemental energies they have, but within elements many genasi can look different too, based on how much elemental magic they have. For example, a fire genasi could be just a human with glowy eyes and fire powers OR someone with glowing fiery tattoos and literal fire for hair etc etc. I think as far as biology goes here there isn’t really a lot besides the manifestations of the elements over top of whatever mortal species they would have been/their other heritage is. Like, a dwarvish ice genasi would still have all the dwarf things (like the two hearts and metallic bones and etc) but they would also have a body temperature of next to nothing (even worse for a mountain dwarf lol) and smooth icy skin and the ability to freeze water by touching it and all the ice genasi things.

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Now where all of this gets really weird is when you start mixing these three. Tiefling or Aasimar based Genasi is probably the most common since elemental magic is cosmically neutral and would just lay on top of the other thing, but like. A half Tiefling half Aasimar I’m sure would be very interesting, and who knows what the mortal bases for that were (imagine if they were different too). Also, Tiefling/Aasimar/Genasi bloodlines tend to overpower mortal ones so there can be generations of them from one event.

Basically, I like to give my players the opportunity to make the most complicated character designs possible, is what I’m saying.

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Thanks to @hellishhin for the suggestion for this week! Probably gonna do dragonborn next week if I’m not struck with inspo for something else first.

[charincharge]

My makeup basics:

Makeup can really be broken down into four subheadings --

FACE, EYES, LIPS, BROWS

I've found face makeup to be the most important to grownups, because everyone wants flawless-looking, even skin (especially as we age). But personally, I am having the most fun with eye makeup. So, really it's all about what you want to emphasize and what kind of makeup products excite you the most (I have a friend who could care less about eyeshadow but has probably 50 lipsticks -- to each their own!). That said, I think YouTube is still a plethora of amazing information. I've gone on SO many tutorial spirals. I love learning different techniques and seeing how people apply products. It's crazy fun.

MY HOLY GRAIL PRODUCTS: (which, honestly, take or leave all this advice, makeup is totally subjective and whatever works for you might not work for me and vice versa but there are tons of popular products and I use a fair amount of them):

FACE:

— Start with a moisturizer. I use just daily cerave. It’s cheap and helps your skin stay hydrated which is the most important thing before applying makeup!!!

-- Dr. Jart BB cream. I love that it's a buildable coverage, and it comes in two shades (fair/medium and medium/dark), and it really melts into the skin, especially on top of a moisturizer. Shockingly blendable.

-- Armani Luminous Silk Foundation. If you're looking for a splurge foundation -- this is it. I had it once and will never be able to afford it again, but if I could... I'd definitely add it to my regular rotation for full face of makeup.

-- Beauty Blender. I have tried SO many other knock offs. Just regular damn sponges. Nothing blends quite as well as a damp beauty blender. I don't know why or what's so magical about it, but it is.

-- Tarte Shape Tape Concealer. This is another beloved product. I have tried many other concealers and always come back to this one. Apparently the ELF camo concealer is a cheaper dupe but I have yet to try it.

-- Laura Mercier Translucent Setting Powder. Can be loose or compact. But this was a thing I didn't even realize I needed until I started watching tutorials and was like... why does my foundation look gross and theirs look so smooth? It's because they set it with powder. Apparently you HAVE to do that. Nyx has an excellent less expensive one, but this particular one is magic.

-- NARS Blush in ORGASM. This is a universally flattering blush in a sort of peachy gold. My mom said she hated it because it is "too glittery" but when I put it on her she was obsessed with how youthful it made her skin, and how she glowed. I’ve been wearing it for the last decade.

-- Anastasia Beverly Hills Glow Palette. If you're not into highlighter, no worries, but if you're into trying it out... this palette cannot be beat. Four shades of glowy perfection.

-- BRUSHES: A large powder brush, a medium blush brush, a small highlighter brush.

EYES:

-- MAC paint pot in PAINTERLY. This is what I use as my eye primer. I know a lot of people who just use concealer. It basically functions the same. But this stuff makes sure my eyeshadow stays put and doesn't crease, even if I'm out dancing and sweating. I’m a loyalist.

-- Stila Liquid Eyeliner or NYX Liquid Eyeliner. Both are felt tip markers and SUPER easy to learn how to use. I am now a winged liner PRO. If you're more into pencil, nothing beats the Yves Saint Laurent or NARS pencils. Makeup Forever is okay in a bind.

-- My two favorite neutral palettes (which is what everyone should start with) are the Charlotte Tillbury Pillow Talk and Urban Decay Naked Palettes. They have a wide range of colors for all skin tones and blend really well. Both shimmers and mattes.

-- Mascara is buyers preference. I love a thick voluminous lash, while I know others prefer a long lash. For voluminous recs -- Dior Blackout or Benefit Bad Gal Lash are my two faves.

-- BRUSHES: Crease brush, medium application brush, fluffy blending brush, flat liner brush

LIPS:

-- My favorite lipsticks are from NARS, MAC, KVD, and FENTY. I love the way matte lipsticks look, but they're sort of out of fashion now. Satin and gloss have come back into trend.

-- A neutral lip pencil will go well with any lipstick. Except red. Always get a red pencil for a red lip.

-- Don't forget a pencil sharpener!

-- BRUSHES: A lip brush. This is a thing, and it actually makes application so much easier, especially when using matte lipsticks.

BROWS:

-- This is the one thing that evades me. They are a mystery to me.

-- Everyone else's holy grail product is Anastasia Beverly Hills Dip Brow

Believe it or not, that is my bare bare minimum of what I need when I’m doing my makeup. Everything else is just gravy. I use all these products every day when doing my makeup looks. Now that you have your makeup and your tools... how the hell do you apply all this stuff?

This website is a really good place to start for beginners — it’s a solid compilation of some big name YouTube MUAs (Jaclyn Hill, Michelle Pham, Raye Raye, etc) and some beginners basics tutorials. I highly recommend searching for a beauty guru with the same skin tone/hair color as yourself because it’s easier to imagine how colors will look on your own face.

Other resources —

The Makeup Chair https://m.youtube.com/user/TheMakeupChair (they have an especially informative video about finding out what eye shape you have, and it totally changed my eyeshadow application game!)

Sephora https://m.youtube.com/user/sephora/videos (which focuses most on reviewing products but also has helpful tutorials, and I enjoy learning about new makeup trends from the store that carries the biggest brands)

Tati https://m.youtube.com/user/GlamLifeGuru/videos (does a lot of product reviews as well but focuses on drug store brands and lower price point makeup, she’s kind of bitchy but fun to watch)

And then last but def not least. Vogue’s YouTube has an amazing makeup series of celebrities just putting on their own makeup called Beauty Secrets. It is so much fun to watch and I’ve learned so much from just watching people go through their own routines and what they enjoy.

Okay. I think that’s probably MORE than enough to start you off with hahah. Let me know if you have any questions, concerns, thoughts. I’m more than happy to chat makeup products or techniques any time.

Tagging: @bloody-shadow666

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Route Two : Part Tree I guess

Hey, it's your friendly Lucien simp neighbor from the other side of the world and I come with part three of my fanfiction of @tri3tri 's Second Wife A. Yee yee.

His eyes carefully observed the glowy moon, lack luster look on his face signified his boredom. He had after all watched the moon for more nights than he could count with his fingers.

Lucien's window stayed open as he studied on the desk near the window. A snowy owl had brought over books, for what he assumed was his new school. How kind of them, he wasn't sure if he would have to pay them back though.

Flipping over the crisp white pages of the new book, he was able to find out that he had classes in Magic History, Chemistry, Dancing, Physical Education, and other subjects he was sure he would be able to ace with some time.

The click of his door alerted him of the entrance of either one of his grandparents, judging from their footsteps, Lucien narrowed it down to his grandmother.

"Don't stay up too late Lucien."

"M'kay, but I wonder why you still bring up some snacks."

"I noticed you didn't eat as much during dinner, so I thought you would be hungry now." the tray of snacks hit the desk with a thump, showing off its contents

Tea, chamomile Lucien thinks, some grapes and cream cheese and apple slices.

"I guess you're right, I am a bit peckish. You can go to sleep now Grandma, I'll be showering in a bit."

"Are there things popping up?" the question brought up the questioning things Lucien sees sometimes, be it fangs, a tail, horns, or scales, he would always see something inhuman in the bathroom mirror, but they would always disappear in some time

"Hm, nothing out of the ordinary, but the scales are starting to permanently stay here" Lucien gestured to his forehead, which was covered by his fringe

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, but it's fine, I don't usually tie up my hair so no worries."

"Alright then, I'll take your word, goodnight Lucien. Sweet dreams..."

Lucien watched as Hanna left his room, her white dress flowing from behind. This makes him remember the first day he was here, the day after that wretched day.

As well as forgetting what his family looked like, he also seemed to forget what the tall woman looked like. It was odd, Lucien knows that he has sharp memory, was it perhaps him erasing those memories of his?

Did he lose those memories to trauma? Was is just plain fear, that he forced himself to forget what those people looked like for his own sanity? But he still remembers what happened, he just doesn't remember. Why doesn't he remember?

Long fingers sharply tugged at (h/c) locks, desheviling the strands.

He racked his brain for any recollection of those long past memories. But he couldn't find any, he could no longer take it. The heavy breathing in the room quickened as the room started to become unbearably stuffy.

The quick and sudden drizzling hitting his window instantly notified the boy. The drizzling turned into heavy rainfall quicker than he could realize and thunder started to echo in the town.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." desperate eyes swiftly moved over to the open window

Lucien immediately closed the window, preventing anymore rain to get inside his room, with a heavy sigh, he cleaned up his desk and went to take a shower.

Warm water cascaded over the slim pale body of the teen, his hair slicked back to reveal very offputting black scales that create an intricate and somewhat beautiful geometric pattern on his forehead. Some traces of bright green could be seen on the edges of the scales which shine brightly under the warm lighting of the bathroom.

Along with the scales was a pair of horns, with the same bright green highlights. Lucien hopes that this form of his won't show up during his stay at Royal Sword Academy, but the likeliness of that happening is closer to zero.

Lucien is aware that there will come a time where he will be forced to show off his other form, and he dreads that day.

After drying up, he changes into a pair of underwear and sweatpants and brushes his teeth. He notices the sharpness of two teeth and sighs once more, he can't catch a break with these sudden appearances of unwelcome features can he. While scrutinizing the existence of his fangs, the slit pupils of his eyes catch his attention and receive a small jump back from Lucien, mostly from surprise and terror.

"Slit eyes... this is definitely getting out of control..." the fearful expression stays on the boy's face as he walked back to his room, ready for bed

"...I wish that when I wake up, these things are gone and never coming back."

~

The warm, slightly chilly, day arrives, the suitcases that the family of three carefully packed a few days prior were now sitting on a seat inside the silvery pumpkin carriage.

Lucien's grandparents hug him as if it's the last time they would ever see him as Lucien wears the luxurious white garb with silver embroidery and subtle blue accents.

"I hope you'll be alright there Lucien."

"Will be. I will try to find ways to communicate with you when I get there." the comforting words allow the older couple to release their beloved grandchild

They watch as he walked to the carriage, ready to face the world he fears. His feet brings him to sit inside the velvety seats of the carriage as it whisks him away from his family.

He silently watches the view of his town vanish as they reach higher altitudes and by then his eyes have already dropped down, bringing him into a land of sweet dreams.

~

Royal Sword Academy, a prestigious magic school situated in Twisted Wonderland. Along with it's long standing rival, Night Raven College,  they are dubbed 'The Best Magic Schools in All of Twisted Wonderland'.

It truly shows, the moment Lucien stepped inside the school proper, he was greeted with marble and glass, fountains of all sizes, Greek-styled statues made of smooth ivory. He noted the extravagant architecture of the school, like The Palace of Versailles; with its enormous gardens with hedges trimmed to perfection, the delicate carvings of the walls, and the neatness of the school perfectly reflected the students who attended this institution.

Lucien briskly walked over to the well where the sorting of dorms was taking place in. As he sang his name into the well, a delicate chiming ring from the well was heard as a feminine voice sung out, 'The Aurorian Dorm'.

The Aurorian Dorm was one of the several dorms of Royal Sword Academy, founded on the patience of the Princess Aurora, her patience in waiting for her true love helped her defeat the dragon that had been terrorizing their lovely kingdom.

He joined his peers, also dressed in intricate white garb, introducing himself and mingling with them let him establish himself as 'The Kind Freshman'

Lucien was kind, to some extent, he very much was. It wasn't at all fake, why would he bother faking such complex things like emotions? But his kindess doesn't blindly extend to everybody, he is someone who isn't unconditionally kind, and he knows for sure that his peers weren't also kind from inside out.

The Aurora Dorm was definitely cozy, if not a bit overwhelming. Like a small village, cottages dotted the feild that was surrounded by lush forests. Each cottage would be shared by four people and it was a sizable enough cottage, definitely enough for four people with room to spare.

Lucien was put into a cottage with another freshman and two sophomores who chatted with him the moment they entered their cottage.

The freshman was called Brier Rome, a glowy individual with lovely soft blonde hair that curls at its tips and beautiful purple eyes. He was the first one to talk to the intimidating Lucien while he was putting away his clothes.

One sophomore was named Linden, a demure senior, he was almost as tall as Lucien, if not a bit taller. He had green hair with a bit of visible black roots, along with his hair, he had golden eyes that seemed to know everything.

The other sophomore calls themselves Hawthorne, he was shorter than his friend but makes up for it with his loud talking. He also had dyed hair, this time blue, and strangely like his peer, he had golden eyes.

Muffled noises coming from the cabin indicated that the four cabinmates were having the best time meeting each other.

Walking with each other to the central cabin to have some dinner was exhilarating to Lucien, many types of flowers and greens was planted all around and he had a fun time naming the plants with Brier.

In commemoration for the new students, they were going to partake in a picnic out in the flower feild.

The white daisies, purple chrysanthemums, pink carnations, blue hydrangeas, yellow roses, and many more beautiful flowers were present at this feild.

The Aurorian Dorm members talked to each other, sang, danced as they welcomed their new students with great joy.

"Brier Rome! You mean the heir to the throne of the Valley of Flowers?! It's wonderful to met you!"

"Mhm! Nice to meet you as well!" Brier paused a bit before his eyes lingered to the person behind him, he stood quietly, observing the flowers with great closeness, "Lucien!" the blond male called out to his taller peer

Briskly walking up to the taller boy with a bright smile he teased, "You seem to not put alot of effort into meeting your seniors~ what happened to your energy a while ago?"

A deadpanned expression bloomed on Lucien's pale face as he answered, "It's been diminished, I cannot bring myself to talk to people any longer."

"Awww don't be like that!" Brier said clinging to Lucien's arm as he walked him closer to the crowd

"Ah, hello, my name's Lucien (L/n)."

"Wait! You mean you're the special student who was accepted from another world?! How cool!"

"Ehh! Lucien's from another world?" a surprised look overtook the blond haired boy, "Why didn't you tell me~"

"Mhm... I didn't find a good time to really bring it up."

"Alright, I'll accept that. Say, what's your world like?" Brier's question brought eyes to look at Lucien, expecting his answer with baited breaths

"Eh? Well my world doesn't necessarily run on magic, to my world, magic is just nonexistent there."

"Ohhh! That's really weird then, how were you able to get magic then?"

The question brought a bit of surprise to Lucien, before he reverted back to his kind, kind smile, "I don't know."

~

The cold days of September brought a little chill to his spine, so wearing a lovely wool trenchcoat over his pyjamas, which was just a very loose white shirt and some sweatpants,  brought him joy. The warmth coupled with some early morning tea reminded him of life at home, being woken up at ungodly hours of the morning and being forced to carry out your normal activities while being half asleep, yeah definitely home.

The lax atmosphere of the early morning hour of six encouraged the (h/c) haired male to walk the expansive flower feild. After wearing some shoes, he walked out of the cottage and closed the door.

The fragrance of the forest seemed to stimulate his nose perfectly. Paired with it was the smell of a thousand different kinds of flowers. The experience of being in this wonderful place calmed the boy. As of late, he has been feeling a bit overwhelmed... it bothered him. Was he mentally weaker than he thought? Was he actually not ready for this? No, no, he's fine, he should just calm down, the flowers are there after all, it would be unsettling to show them such behavior.

The silence of the feild was broken by some rustling behind Lucien, who was alert and now facing the rustling bush.

"Who's there..." he wasn't so defensive, he was confident that he would be able to take out anyone with any sign of malicious intent

"Ah! Sorry... I didn't realize someone was having a walk." a head of flaming red hair popped up from the bushes

He was a tall person, not as tall as Lucien but tall enough. The person also exuded an aura of authority as he walked towards Lucien. Bowing forty-five degrees, he introduced himself.

"I am Florius, the Dorm Leader of this dorm. We weren't able to meet last night, but I had always wanted to make your acquaintance." smooth, his voice was as smooth as honey rolling of his pink lips

"Ah... um Florius-senpai, as you know, I am from another world so I'm quite curious about something." Lucien said

"Hm? Ask away then."

"Tell me everything you know about the Valley of Thorns."

So we finally frickin arrive at RSA, do note that this is my interpretation on what RSW is like, this has been written in like November of dumpster fire was 2020, so currently we only know about Che'nya and omg, I forgot his name, that Snow White dude. Any mentions of RSA are limited and most of this is what I think RSA is like, your interpretation of RSA can be different from mine and that's fine.

Okay, so I like to think that Royal Sword Academy is like really civil and sends an acceptance letter to their new student instead of kidnapping them, I'm looking at you NRC, and sends them their equipment to warm them up before bringing them to school.

My version of RSA is more of like a replica of NRC but good, I guess??? So there will be several dorms, all based of on the heroes of the Disney movies The Great Seven are from.

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tell me about your beloved I want more yandere friends and 👁👁

HIIIIII ANON THE WAY YOU WORDED THIS MAKES IT SOUNDS LIKE UR NEW HERE SO UR IN FOR A TREAT HEHE SOOOOOOOOO

YOOMTAH FROM HIT YOUTUBE CARTOON E/PITHET E/RASED AND HIT TTRPG SERIES A/NIME C/AMPAIGN MY BELOVED💓⚡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡⚡💖✨💙💚🌼💕💘🍋💟💝💫💓🧡🌠💋💘💜🌻💚💖💚💙💚✨💫💚💜🧡💜💌💘💞🍋🌩⚠️🌩❤💗🌈💗��❣❣✨💛💟🌼💛💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌⚡💝🌈🌻⚡💕💫💘💚💘💙💜💙💫🌠💛✨💗💚💛🧡💛🍋💓⚠️💓❤💓🌼💫💕💫💓🧡✨💕💓✨❣💙❣💙🧡💜💜⚠️💫💌⚡💛🌼🌈💋🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨💛✨💗💛💝💖💜💚💜✨💫💚💖💖🍋🧡💖💌💜🌈💝🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌠👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚💗💙💛✨✨💝💟💙💜💙💜🌠💓💋💖💙❤🌻💌💜🌈💘⚡💝🌩✨🌩🌩💗💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌠⚡⚡💌🌈💘🌈💘💟💕💛💋💞✨💛👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖🌈🌈⚠️⚡⚠️⚡💌💫⚡💝💕💛💋💛✨💝💚💝💗💖❣💖💗💛⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫💌💜⚡💖🌈💖💝✨💝✨💜💚💝💝💙💝💖💞💓💗❣⚠️⚡⚠️💝💌💟🌈💟🌈💞💗💕💗✨❣💙❣💞💓💟💙💘🌠💝💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️🌻💜⚡💘⚡💘🌠💘✨💚💛💖💛💖💗💞💚🌩✨✨💗💙❣✨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨⚡💓🍋💖⚠️💖❤💜⚡💜🌠💝💛✨💗🌩💓💫💟💟🌠💝💓🌈🌈💜💝👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💝🌼💛💛✨🌈✨🌈💙🌈💝💚💘✨💘✨💓⚠️💖⚠️🌻💌💜💌💝💋💝💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨⚡💙👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙🌠💞💙🌩💖🌩🌩💚💞💚💛💖💘🌠💘💝⚠️💫❤💝🌈💘🌈💘🌼💛💋💛✨💖💗💛💚💛✨💛💛⚠️💫💫🌈💓💕⚡❣💋❣🌩💖💞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡❤⚡❣✨💗💚💛💓💞💓💘⚡💜🌼🌻💝✨💛💚💛💛⚠️💝❤💜💌💜💌💝💌💟🌼💞🌠💞✨🌩💚🌩💙💛💓💛💙👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙💝💙💟✨💝✨💫💖⚠️❤🌻💌💜⚡💜⚡💘🌠✨💛💙💞💖💞💞✨💛✨💝💋💜🌻🌻💟💚💞💛👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💓💕💛✨💛💞💚💙🌩💙💗💗💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌠💜🌠💜💜💌💜🌈💘⚡💞✨💚💛💙💛💙💛💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫✨⚠️🌻💖❤💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌠💛🧡💛🧡💛🌠💛✨💛💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚💛💙💓💟💟💚💝✨💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡⚠️🍋💖🍋⚠️❣⚡❣💙🍋💌💕🌩🌈💕🌈🌈🌻🌼🌼🍋❣💟❣❣⚠️❣🌈🧡💛💝💙🧡💟💘⚠️🌈🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈⚡💜⚡❤💚🧡👩‍❤��‍💋‍👩🌠⚡💘⚠️🌈🍋💌🌈🌩🧡💕🍋🌈🌻🌈💜⚠️🍋⚡❣💋💛🌈🧡💝💌💝🌩❤💞⚡🍋🍋🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❣⚡❣⚠️❣💖💘💌💞🌩🧡💕💝🌈🌻🌼🌼🌼❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤⚡💚⚠️🧡⚠️💘🌩🌻💝🌻❣❣💜💋❤💛💚💛💚💘🧡💘⚡💞⚡💞💟💫💖💛💫❤❤💟💜⚠️💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❣💋❣✨💘💓💟💛💋💗💝💞💝💓💘💙🧡💓⚡🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡🌈⚠️🌠💟💟🧡💝🌻🌠💫🧡🧡🧡⚠️🧡⚡🌈🌈💋❣⚡🍋💖🌈💌💞💕🧡🌈💫💘💓🌼⚠️🌼💜💚✨💚🌈💓💜💟💜💌🌈💌🧡🌩🧡💫🧡💓❣💋💚💋💚⚡💝💘💘💓💞💖💛💙⚠️💙💙💖💋💗💝💞💫🌠💘⚡🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋🌈🌈💙🧡💫💘🌻🌈🌩🌈⚠️💋🌈💙❤💫❤💙💕💋💕💗💕💌💚💜🌠💙💚✨✨❣❤💖🍋💌✨💟🌈💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🍋💜🍋💟❣✨💞💜💚💟💓✨🌠💛🌠💖💚💕💫💕💙💕💋💚🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌩💝🌼💝⚠️💝⚠️💜🌩💟🌻💖💞💛💚🌼🌈⚡💙⚡💙🌠💚🌈💚💙❣❣⚠️❣🌠💫💞💙💞🌈💘🌈💘💫💘💌💘💜⚡💟💗🌠💚💚💙💚💋💚🌼❣🧡🌠💝🌼💜⚡💟🌠💛🌠💖💚🧡💚💚💋❤⚠️❤💋❤💝💚💌💓💓⚡💜🌠💌💌🌼💜✨⚡🌠💖💓💛💕💋💕⚠️💕⚠️💚⚠️💞💝💓💓💝💚💜💞💖❣❣❤💙🍋💙🍋💋🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋🌩💙🌩💚🌻💗🌈🌻💘🧡💫🧡🌻🌻💟👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨🌩🧡💚💟🍋💟💖🧡💙💕💋💕💕💙💕💛❤💞🍋💞💙💕💋💕💛💜💞🌠💞💘💖💫💕⚡💟💜💟💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙💟🌩🧡💋🌩🧡💙💓💕💓💛✨💖⚠️💗⚠️💘💕💫💛✨💟🍋💟💙🧡💌💜💌💕🌠💞🌼🌻🌼✨🌼🌠⚠️💘🍋💫💞💜🍋🧡💘✨💕💜💟💚💓❤💌💛💗❤💞💫⚠️💖🌩💋⚡🌈❣💝

OK SO YES I DO YANDERE OBSESS OVER MY FAVORITE CARTOON CHR WHAT ABT IT IM GAY AND AUTISTIC AND I DO WHAT I WANT <3 ALSO YES I KNOW I JUST WENT OFF ABT HOW I DONT WANT ANYONE ELSE TO LOOK AT HER AND NOW IM POSTING SIX WHOLE IMAGES OF HER TO GUSH OVER BUT THATS BC 1. I TRUST MY YANCHAMPS TO NOT TRY ANYTHING WITH HER 2. IF ITS IN THE CONTEXT OF ME AND HER TOGETHER ITS OK SO OK LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH.LITERALLY I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALSO THE FIRST 3 IMAGES ARE HER E/PITHET E/RASED DESIGN AND THE LAST 3 ARE HER A/NIME C/AMPAIGN DESIGN HEHE SHE LOOKS LITTLE DIFFERENT BUT SHES SO CUTE EITHER WAY<<3<3<3<3>3>3<3<3>3>4<>3<3<3<3<3<3<33OK SO LIKE LEMME LIKE EXPLAIN SOME STUFF ABT HER.UHHHHHHHH SHES AN EPIC CYBORG WITH ELECTRIC POWERS ALSO SHES THE ERRAND GIRL/CO FOUNDER OF B/LISS O/CEAN WHICH IS THE MAIN VILLAIN ORGANIZATION IN HER SOURCES NDJDJKSJDJGNS AND SHES JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RLLY FREAKING CUTE OK SHE DOESNT HAVE MUCJ SCREENTIME IN EE YET BUT I HAVE SEEN AC AND CAN CONFIRM SHE IS AN ADORABLE LITTLE BALL OF CHAOS<<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<32<<33<<3<3<4<3<33<3<3<3<33<<33<3<3<3<3<3<<33ALSO THE SCENES SHE DOES HAVE IN EE ARE S O C U T E LIKE LOOK AT THIS

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EVERYTHING ABT HER IS SO CUTE LIKE THE WAY SHE BOUNCES AND JUMPS AROUND WHEN SHES EXCITED AND ALL THE CUTE LIL POSES SHE DOES AND HER CUTE GIGGLES AND HUMS AND HAPPY NOISES AND THE LITTLE SPARKS SHE LETS OFF AND HOW HER HAIR AND CHEEKS LIGHT UP AND HOW U CAN SEE HER LIL THUMBS GOING AND HEAR THEM TAPPING AT THE SCREEN WHEN SHES TYPING AND HER TYPING STYLE AND HOW WHEN SHES SENDING PICTURES ONE OF THEM IS A LIL SELFIE WITH HER PEEKING IN THE CORNER AND HOW AT THE END U CAN SEE HER FACE IN THE PHONE REFLECTION AND HER CUTE LIL "ooh~" AND JUST G O D . E V E R Y T H I N G ABOUT HER IS TOO FREAKING CUTE I LOVE HER LITERALLY MORE THAN ANYTHINGGGGGGGGFGGG<3<3<3<33<33<3<3<3<3<3<4<4<3<<3<43<<3<3<3<3<3<<3<<<3<<3<4<4<<<<3<3ALSO ALSO TJIS IS THAT SELFIE SHE TOOK OMG

LOOK AT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PEEKING FROM THE CORNER WITH THE LIL SYLVIE SHEEP SHES SO CUTE NSJDKSJDJFLS WHILE GIO AND MOLLY PANIC FROM SHEEP OVERLOAD IN THE BG BUT THIS ISNT ABT THEM THIS IS ABT YOOMTAH AND HOW MUCH I ADORE HER<<33<3<3<<3<3<3<3<4<4<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<<3<3<3<37=<33<=<<$#&%^#*$*#&$&%;:^$*((**,,,;;:""'NNJJJJJJDJNSJJDBFVGDNDNN I JUST LOVE HER SO SO MUCH OH MY GOD SHES LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE THING THE CUTEST THING PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES LIKE MY LITERAL GIRLFRIEND MY ADORABLE DARLING HONEYBUN SWEETIE PIE CUTIE PATOOTIE SWEETEST LITTLE LEMON MERINGUE I AM LITERALLY.OBSESSED TO DEATH WITH THIS CUTE LIL CYBORG GIRL LIKE I HAVE 537 IMAGES OF HER (WHICH I HAD TO GO DIGGING FOR SO MANY OF THEM BC WITH SO LITTLE SCREENTIME IN EE LIKE NO ONE DRAWS HER AND EVEN THO SHE WAS A RLLY IMPORTANT CHR IN AC I GUESS AC WAS NEVER TOO POPULAR TO BEGIN WITH -_-) AND LIKE I HAVE A LIST OF NOTABLE THINGS SHES DONE IN AC SO I CAN REMEMBER ALL THE CUTE STUFF SHE DID SNDJKSDKJFJSKD THINK I SHOULD ALSO MENTION AC IS LIKE 8??9??EPISODES LONG AND EVERY EP IS ABT 7 HOURS AND THE ONLY REASON WHY I SAT THROUGH ALL OF IT WAS BC I DIDNT EVEN WANNA MISS A G L I M P S E OF HER I LOVE HER SO MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABT HER I LOVE HER CUTE BRIGHT YELLOW EYES WITH THE LIL GREEN LIGHTNING BOLT PUPILS AND THE LIL CIRCLE PATTERNS ON HER CHEEKS AND HER ADORABLE :3 MOUTH BONUS POINTS WITH THE BLEP AND HER EYEBROWS WITH THAT CUTE LIGHTNING BOLT PATTERN AND THE SHAPE OF HER FACE THAT JUST LOOKS SO SQUISHABLE AND HER CUTE PINK HAIR WITH THE GLOWY GREEN TIPS AND HER CUTE LIL ROBOTY HANDS AND ALL THE DIFFERENT HATS SHE HAS I THINK IVE SEEN HER WITH LIKE 9 DIFFERENT HATS SO FAR IN OFFICIAL ART AND HER ONE LIL JACKET WITH THE PINK ACCENTS AND CUTE BUTTONS AND HOW IT FLARES OUT AT THE BOTTOM WITH HER CUTE LIL BELT AND THE OTHER JACKET SHE HAS WITH THOSE ADORABLE PINK HEART BUTTONS AND JUST LIKE BASICALLY ANY OUTFIT SHE HAS SHE WILL LOOK ADORABLE IN BC YOOMTAH HERSELF IS JUST FUNDAMENTALLY AND OBJECTIVELY ADORABLE LIKE THE FIRST TIME SHE WAS INTRODUCED IN AC SHE WAS PLAYING A GAMEBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AND LIKE THAT ONE TIME SHE WAS IN HER DISGUISE OUTFIT AND SHE PLAYED DDR SO FAST THAT SHE MISSED ALL THE NOTES WAS SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SO CUTE AND NNNNDNDJKSJDBFNSJ GOD I JUST.THERE ARE SO SO MANY CUTE THINGS SHE DOES BUT I DONT WANNA GIVE SPOILERS TO A NEW PERSON YET JUST IN CASE JUST.SHES JUST AN ADORABLE LOVABLE COMPLETELY UNPREDICTABLE TINY BALL OF HALF-ROBOT CUTENESS AND CHAOS AND I LITERALLY ADORE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHES JUST EVERYTHING TO ME AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH I WANT TO HUG HER SO TIGHT AND JUST.KEEP HER ALL TO MYSELF FOREVER SHES M I N E EHAHA YALL DIDNT FORGET I WAS GUSHING ON MY YANBLOG AND NOT MY NORMAL S/ELFSHIP BLOG DID U <3 WELL WHATEVER SHES MINE ALL MINE ONLY MINE SHE BELONGS TO ME AND IF ANYONE ELSE TRIES TO GET TO CLOSE TO HER I LITERALLY WILL GET SO VIOLENT.LIKE I KNOW I CAN'T STOP PEOPLE FROM LIKING A FICTIONAL CHR BUT ALSO U CAN'T STOP ME FROM WANTING TO BASH THEIR BRAINS IN WITH A CROWBAR FOR GETTING TOO CLOSE TO WHATS MINE.AND BESIDES MAYBE IF I GUSH ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE HER ENOUGH THEN PEOPLE WILL ASSOCIATE HER WITH ME AND THEN IN TURN NOT GET TOO CLOSE TO HER BC THEY KNOW SHES MINE <3 SINCE YALL GUYS HERE KNOW HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME I TRUST ALL U YANCHAMPS MORE HEHE OK I.THIS IS LIKE SUUUUUUUPER LONG SO I PROBABLY GOTTA STOP NOW UMMMMMMMMM.

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[cupcakes-are-ours]

Okay another one but this is the last. Opinion on the Zangyack Empire??

I LOVE THEM!!! i don't ahve any other sentai villain groups to go off of besides hurri (and i like lothor's nerds better) but i think they r the best. AND THEY ALL MAKE ME SAD IN THE END. walz deserved better than his ugly ass father existing and treating him like garbage. he's stupid (loving) and entertaining and also needs a hug whether he likes it or not.

ACTUAL CINDERBLOCK WITH GLOWY EYES AND TEEFERS DAMARAS I LOVE HIM. he also scares me in the end so i just think about his teefers. insarn is great except we do not talk about that One episode with jealousito whatever, also her laser thing to grow monsters is rad. barizORG!!! CID SEMPAI :(((( MY BELOVED!!! YOU TRAGIC ANGEL BB I WILL CRY FOREVER.

and the one megaflop positivity of the year: idt vekar was a totally miserable counterpart????? he was funny

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sins of my youth. 004

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hello all! Pushing out a baby chapter early so I can focus on my other fic! Thank you so much for the support on this fic. Billy goes to dinner and Tries It. That's the chapter. :D  Tag list open!!!

Chapter 4: No Day But Today

   “Claudia, do you have the keys?” Mona crossed the salon floor.

   “I do, we’re fine here, go on. Dusty is spending the night at the Wheeler’s place. Having some castle and dragons party.” She'd gushed.

   “Feel free to close up early if we’re dead the last hour. Thanks, sugar.” Mona patted her back as she followed Evie out the door.

   “Can I drive?”

   “I was hoping you’d ask.” Mona smiled.

   Evie was saving for a car. And college. And her future. 

   And it was a lot.

   Truthfully, she didn’t care for school. It was in the way. Wished her lyrics could carry her straight to the red carpet before all those flashing paparazzi.

   Wanting to unwind, Evie hid in her room when she got home. Shut the curtains and prodded at herself before the vanity. Sorted dangly earrings in a mesh metal display. Huffing to lean over when Bourbon swept into her legs. His little body shivered and she plucked him up.

   “Okay, BB, you’re my best guy. You can’t let me down.” She scratched under his chin, gave him a little boop on the nose. “You take one look at that walking Def Leppard poster and you hiss and run. Got it?”

   A purr.

   “Good boy. You’re my only hope here. We can’t lose. Not to Billy Hargrove.” Arms let him down. She'd feel this sentiment often about Billy. A sigh. Evie applied a fresh lip color and paused. “Ugh.” She pushed up and didn’t change. Did her school work to get it out of the way and wandered out, turning the TV on to some game show. The savory smell of dinner wafted. “Need help here, Mom?” One tug and the ceiling fan spun, cycling cooler air.

   “No, I have it. You can set the table for me.” Mona drained some noodles.

   “Got it.” Plates and cutlery clicked around. Evie slid everything into place, perked up when the doorbell rang. Mona turned and smiled as her daughter adjusted fabric and fixed curls into place all the way to the door.

   Evie half expected Billy to not even show. But, there he was. Sly smile and all. Billow of date night cologne. A vision in moonlight.

   “Hey.” Evie said slowly. The surprise evident.

   “Hey." He mirrored it.

   "You're here." An exhale out. He blinked, found himself again.

   "I was gonna steal flowers from the old lady’s garden across the way, but there’s a huge opossum in her trash guarding it.” He tilted his head, earring catching the porch light and she cracked a grin.

   "Big Ben? Yeah, he's the neighborhood menace. Chief Hopper's nemesis because they get so many calls about it. You'd be a hero if you took him on." Evie persuaded lighter. His face fell.

   "I'm not trying to die in Hawkins, Indiana. That thing was bigger than anyone on our football team."

   “Color me impressed. King Billy didn’t want to do battle for the first time?” She actually teased him. Her nose crinkled when she smiled. Cute. “Shock and awe.”

   Billy felt this tug pulse up his ribcage. Pulled a genuine chuckle from his lips. He had to look away to give it. Glowy in starlight.

   “Sometimes I surprise people. I know my weight class and the pests here look like they were grown and mutated in some lab.” He shrugged into the door frame with one fist lifted, clicking his lighter shut. Hooded eyes all over. Evie went still as he leaned forward to her face with his tone lowering. “Am I allowed inside? Pretty please?”

   “With cherries on top?" Bright, wet lips parted. His lashes fluttered, a baritone sinking. Bringing her with him.

   "With anything your heart desires on top." Smooth.

   "Huh. I guess. For now.” Evie stepped out of the way. “We go to school with plenty of those lab grown pests by the way.”

   “No kidding.” Billy shrugged his jacket off and she awkwardly reached to take it. Hung it up behind her.

   Evie turned to see him staring again and swallowed a hard lump down. Thought maybe he saw all the begonias blooming behind her eyes and up her throat.

   “Billy.” Mona came out of the kitchen, arms out. “So glad you’re here.”

   “You saved me from a sad date with a TV dinner.” Billy winked, charming Ms. Fenny to bits. She giggled and shook her hair out.

   “Dinner’s got about ten minutes. Why don’t you show him around, baby?” Mona hurried back off, leaving them alone again.

   “Tour? Great idea." He peered behind Evie. A mission at hand. "Where’s the cat?”

   “Hiding from you, clearly.” Evie beamed, gesturing. “Welcome to the living room. Mom's showroom is a better word.”

   “Your mom like tchotchkes or what?” He came to the full mantle. Scanning.

   “How’d you guess?” Evie reluctantly trailed to his side.

   It was strange to let this boy wander around and see little bits of her life. Guess things about her as he went along, trailing deft fingers about the fireplace. She wondered what was blooming within the pit of his stomach, if anything.

   Mona Fenny's house overwhelmed.

   Photographs, plants, and crafts. Little porcelain figurines. Too many handmade candles. Crochet projects. A full dollhouse on a table in the corner.

   “My grandma passed a lot of craft skills down. She owned this amazingly strange trinket and voodoo shop in New Orleans that my aunts run now after Nana died."

   "Your mom didn't stay for a piece of that?" Billy let his eyes trail over every little thing.

   "Ah, I don't know. She was the baby and married pretty young. Seemed like she wanted something new," Evie peered behind her and whispered. "Never really got along with Nana like her older sisters did."

   Billy hummed a little. Decided not to pry with Mona in the next room. Evie brought him to the corner and flicked a lamp on.

   "Mom’s dollhouse is her pride and joy. Lights up and everything.”

   “Tell me why your mother has a framed photograph of Dolly Parton next to a picture of you two on the fireplace. And the same photo shrunk down in the dollhouse?”

   “Science may tell us the truth one day when the world is ready. And I fear for that day.” She replied in all seriousness and Billy snorted. Laughing.

   A truly enchanting sound Evie decided she liked.

   “And I have to say,” he plucked a photo off a bookshelf with a broad grin, “this one is my favorite.”

   One of Evie on Halloween. Had to be about six. Dressed in the campiest pink daisy costume with a huge toothy smile.

   “Gah,” she cringed and swiped it from his hand, “this house is a museum of embarrassment.”

   “You’re into the museum shit, guess this is like our first-” Billy stopped himself from producing the damning word when Evie turned. Blushing. Oof. He scratched the back of his neck. “So, uh, you got a bedroom in here or do you sleep in the dollhouse?”

   “You won’t find the cat that easily.” She caught him peering around again and led him past the kitchen. “C’mon, not much to the rest of the house. Garage. Spare room.” That used to be her dad’s office space. “Mom’s room. Attic up there and on this end. My cat's room that he lets me stay in too.”

   The door was open so Billy prodded it to peek inside. Evie exhaled and flicked the light on.

   It didn’t feel like a teenage girl’s bedroom. Not covered in decorations and pictures like the rest of the house. No posters cut from magazines covered in pink lipstick kisses.

   A vanity full of disorganized makeup. Desk. Overfilled bookcase of novels and tapes. Crafts and trinkets she collected in labeled tin boxes. Dresser covered in jewelry. Music player. Bed. Closet. Couple of pictures taped by the vanity and headboard. Mostly Evie and Heather laughing and bright. Her beloved acoustic guitar propped in the corner. 

   It felt like it was decorated by one trying to take up as little space as possible. Everything was compacted. Billy eyed the wall by her bed. Realized most of the papers were notes with random lyrics and words patched together.

   “Yeah, I tend to jot every little thought down even when I’m half asleep and hope it makes a song eventually.” She peered aside. It felt too intimate, letting Billy shift about the space.

   "Hey, everybody has a method." Two fingers traced over a note taped up to straighten it. She caught the ring gleaming on his middle finger. “My-”

   “Ah, don’t read them aloud, I may combust.” 

   “Oh?” Billy slunk toward her, licked his lips. A hungry way about it. Mouth watering fangs full of sweet venom. Wonder how they'd feel sinking into her throat. “Because I make you nervous, Angel?”

   “No, it’s just...just…weird.” Evie pressed up into her desk. Billy closed the distance. Got within inches of her. “It’s weird.”

   Repetition didn’t ease the sear of those ocean eyes drowning her too sweetly. She felt her chest fill and flutter all the way down. Flowers unfurled to be plucked and caressed. Billy pushed into the space until she was seated there on the desk. Scrambling further. Unable to climb the wall.

   “You do seem nervous though, Evie.” His tone hushed. Fingers brushed her thighs and palms came to rest there. The bunched fabric of her dress barely separating them. She inhaled his cologne. Smelled peppermint from his breath. Chest heaving.

   Billy knew this wasn’t part of the quest. If that’s what this was, maybe that was a nicer way to put it. Maybe rationalizing it a thousand times would help him get some sleep at night. Just show her a good night, cash in, and go home.

   It still sounded shitty. Wasn't doing Evie any favors. This girl painted too many iridescent colors. They could bleed and Billy wouldn't step away if it pooled too close.

   He liked to watch the blush spread across her freckled cheeks. Rose petals falling into a cool pond. Liked the way her nose scrunched when she smiled and when she was cross with him. 

   Billy didn't want her because she was a conquest. A challenge. Sure, she challenged him, that was part of it. And she also made him smile like he was looking at the rocking ocean waves again. Sand and wind kissing his warm skin. There was a mystery in those molten eyes he wanted to taste for himself. Maybe it was possible to just enjoy a person without strings.

   To let colors bleed and swirl. To just watch it happen without fear or judgement. To not step away from it either. Just sink right in and create those echoing ripples.

   It was too sweet and peculiar, how soft Evangeline Fenny was against the hard edges of his steel frame. So sharp, it warded everyone off.

   But, not Evie, she fit perfectly against him. Fire with fire. It gave them so much in this world that had forgotten them both. Freckles to count. Eyelashes to wish upon. Flesh curves and razor angles to explore.

   Hell, he even enjoyed how shaken she got as he neared and how still she went when his fingers trailed up her legs. 

   Evie watched his muscled chest rise, the saint pendant caught the light. Looked up at his eyes and then his mouth because it couldn’t be helped. Billy Hargrove filled Evie's space and lungs with sugary smoke. He was too many colors in one soul. So, he pushed further because those painted lips were big and full and right fucking there.

   One curious taste, that couldn't hurt.

   Brought his hand up toward her chin and leaned forth when…

   “Dinner!” 

   Evie practically shoved Billy back. Scrambled up so the desk gave a rut. Bright red as he stumbled.

   “Sorry.” She shuddered, passing him. Smelling of amber perfume. “Coming, mom.” Billy stared at the back of her hair. Blinked a couple times to pull himself together. To rationalize some.

   Curiosity. A deadly thing and so sweet too.

   It felt like he was dreaming and woke up sitting at the dinner table. Evie clicked a Coke in front of him, flashed a knowing expression that made him smirk before she sat down.

   “Now, I left a bowl in the kitchen to cool. We always bring extra to Miss Abigail, she’s three doors down.” Mona was setting plates about.

   “It looks amazing, Ms. Fenny.” Billy even shifted a dish to help make room for another.

   “Please, Billy, just Mona. Ms. Fenny was my mother and she was a harder woman.” She set a glass of water down and smoothed her dress out, sitting. Billy went for his fork and his hand was snatched. Evie shot him a look as Mona reached out. “I always say grace. Don’t feel pressured to join, sweetheart.” 

   Billy peered at Evie’s warm hand in his and accepted her mother’s. Bowed his head a little so Mona could say her prayer. 

   “Bless us, oh Lord. For this and all we are about to receive, make us truly grateful. And thank you for bringing Billy to our humble table, may he truly feel welcomed in our home. Please guide and protect him. Through Christ, we pray. Amen.”

   “Amen.” Evie offered softer. Lips lifting when Billy peered at their hands again leaving each other. Clearly not expecting such words from a neighbor.

   “You’ll forgive me, Billy, some people say they leave their hearts open. I just let mine fill the room.” Mona settled a napkin in her lap. “May I ask, if your family is religious at all?”

   “Dad’s Lutheran.” Which meant Susan was by default now whatever she believed before. “We don’t go to church or anything.”

   As if Neil Hargrove could drag his son under a steeple without one of them spontaneously combusting.

   “Well, that’s perfectly fine.” Mona cut each of her meatballs into smaller pieces which Evie mirrored. “Evie doesn’t attend with me when I go. Although, the choir sure misses her voice.”

   “Mom...” A teenage whine, near silent as she prodded at noodles.

   “She get all the solos?” Billy encouraged the pink spreading Evie’s cheeks.

   “Oh, every single one. She’s even been asked to come sing the national anthem at minor league baseball games.” Mona prattled and Evie’s head fell back.

   “Mom!” Another drawn out groan. Evie sunk down lower.

   “Oh, Evangeline, let your mother brag about you.” Mona ignored her.

   "Yeah, Evangeline." He chimed in, earning a harder glare.

   “Now, Billy, you’ve been in Hawkins just over two months?” Mona continued. Blue eyes lifted from the plate before he gave a nod. “How are you liking it? I’m sure it’s such a huge change from California. You must miss the beach.”

   “Getting used to the cold.” Billy speared a meatball and didn’t sound convincing.

   “I’ll bet you’ve never seen snow before, your poor sinuses aren’t going to know what to do. Anyone in your family takes ill, just give us a ring.” Such a mom. “It took me a few years to get used to the cold here too. We moved when Evie was just a baby straight up from N’aw Lins.” 

   Billy bit his tongue.

   “What type of music do you write?” Billy asked and there was a beat when Evie realized he was looking at her. Addressing her pointedly. Maybe to make conversation and suck up to her talkative mother. Evie’s back grew taut, lips opening.

   “Evie’s gonna be a folk singer.” Mona had cut in. “Voice of an angel, she’ll make it big. She’s been in competitions, just one look from any talent scout and she’s sold.” Evie sank down again to go back to her food. Billy watched her roll a meatball around her plate like it was the most interesting thing in the room. 

   Mona Fenny struck Billy as a woman who always meant well. Frilly like a lace doily. So well, she steamrolled over you because she knew best. Evie barely got two syllables out before her mother was flicking her hair and boasting. A doll that constantly had the string in its voice box yanked.

   Billy learned a great deal about her.

   That Mona had been arrested twice in her life for marching and protesting. Civil and women’s rights. She joked that she hadn't been arrested for gay rights yet, but looked forward to the inevitable. She was a pageant queen too. Stopped when she found out she was pregnant and couldn’t compete after that. No bitterness there of course. She had a daughter to mold and complete the legacy now.

   Mona insisted on taking the plates away. Grabbing her own, Billy’s, and a side dish. 

   Evie was still rolling that meatball around until Billy plucked up a fork, stabbed it, and swallowed in one bite. She perked with flushed cheeks. Glared again.

   Billy wanted attention.

   “Your mom is friendly.” Statement of the fucking millennium.

   “Just wait til she busts out her old pageant scrapbooks. You'll never see home again.” Evie quickly flashed a smile and picked up her own plate to follow her mother off. Billy stood too, peered around. That cat had to be close. “Give it up.” Arms crossed when she leaned into the doorway working a melting ice cube around her mouth. Swallowed it whole instead of crunching. Water ran in the kitchen behind her.

   “We agreed on an hour of television.” Billy matched her stance, saw her hip cock.

   “Half hour.”

   “Hour.” Billy went in to sit on the couch like he owned it. Legs spread. “Come on in, the water’s fine, Evangeline.” Evie plucked up the remote, sat as far away from him as she could. Turned the TV on to something campy just to make him suffer.

   “Fucking Love Boat. Really? Susan watches this crap.”

   “You said the full hour.” Evie flashed a smug grin. “I think The Golden Girls is on too.”

   “Love Boat is fine.” Billy lifted his hand. Swiped the remote from her to set it on the other side of him. They both sunk in there. Eyes on the screen. Mona left them alone to bring the plate to their neighbor, stayed for conversation.

   Billy fidgeted. Stretching to scoot closer so he could nudge his knee into Evie's. Her face remained at total peace. She pushed back at his leg which drew slow smiles upon them both.

   “What kind of music do you really like, or does your mother always do all the talking?”

   “Doesn’t matter.” Evie felt him peer back over and held herself. A beat.

   “Yeah, your dreams. They don't matter." Came sarcasm. "A girl who wants her name in lights. Don't spend too much time feeling for the switch in darkness, Angel."

   "Why do you want to know?"

   "Just asking. You really want to sit in silence to this cheesefest? Young actresses paired with old ass grandpas playing love sick.” Billy put his arm up over the couch. Missed Evie twitch. Got his hand smacked for tugging her curl like a giddy little boy. 

   “I don’t know,” Evie faced him with a shrug, “somewhere in the rock and pop area. Maybe with a touch of soul. Not the hair metal I’m sure you’re into."

   How beautiful she looked when she hoped.

   "And my name in lights won't ever be enough, I need people to chant it too.”

   Lips curled at Evie.

   “Better than folk music.” Billy decided. Pride welled because she smiled too. Genuinely. Evie fiddled with her necklace. Delicate little music note caught the technicolor glow. Brown eyes turned to see him, she tried to bite the smile down. Failed.

   “So, what’s the deal with this party thing? A dance?”

   “One of many in the city. Bunch of high schools will probably run drunk through the streets with everyone else. No one will get carded because no one cares on New Years. Dancing and whatever. Watch the ball drop, it’s just the feral thing to do that night.”

   “And you could score with any girl, but you’re asking me. It won’t be like a date or anything.” Evie dropped the charm in her fingers to see Billy’s eyes linger.

   “You mentioned that. I know how to get out and have a good time without fucking. I have all sorts of tricks.” He noted the word didn’t make her wince. “Not looking to break your seal.”

   “You’re gross.” Again, no argument on the details of it.

   “You’re too tightly wound.” He paused, whispering. “Maybe not, but you hide it.”

   "Nothing to hide, I'm an open book."

   "A never ending record," Billy pushed into her so their legs pressed flush, "not nervous around me though."

   "Nope." Her lips popped, fingers curling into the hem of her dress when his arm snaked behind the couch. "Not nervous."

   "Not running either." That realization seemed to hit them both.

   "Why would I? I can handle you just fine." She hissed at that because it came out sexual. Billy licked his lips and snickered, shifting to face her head on.

   "Oh, I like the sound of that." He'd murmured, inches from her face. Evie found herself wondering how he managed to weasel his way in this close. Wondered why she was drinking him back in. "Picture this. You and this perfume enjoying a couple free drinks and some fireworks in the city. No strings attached. Not a date. Just those exploding lights and that chilly wind cooling your cheeks down, because you'll be blushing and you won't know it."

   "Uh huh. I guess I can see it." Evie sized him up and crossed her legs to lean back into him. "You and the roar of a Camaro commanding the city to its knees. Glam and hairspray working their magic."

   "I love an audience, Angel." Billy shook his head and froze because her palm came to his knee. Bold move. "But, I don't mind the front seat to see you blush too."

   "What about you?" She whispered with a hum. "What makes King Billy blush? Does all the noise you like to make hide it?" A spark flitted up her eyes. Made his chest heave. "Is that your secret?"

   "Come to the party, I'll tell you all my secrets." Fingers grazed up her arm when soft digits gave a rhythmic tap against his thigh. Billy went for it. "Do this dance with me."

   "You don't play as hard to get as you let on."

   "Not when I want something bad. Better to just play harder." Lips parted to hit that word. Her brows lifted at such an admittance. "You're sizzling up a fuse, aren't you, Evie?" She shook her head with a lazy smile. Eyes finding his again after. Near sultry.

   "You have to light a fuse first, Billy, for it to sizzle." Her hand crept along denim. Felt him go rigid and part his thighs just a little bit wider before she sat back. "And the fire's out anyway. I'll make good on the deal. If you win."

   "I hope you have a dress picked." Billy scoffed, breathless and still intent on her while she looked ahead at the screen.

   “Time is ticking. As if you taking me out will do me any good." Evie rolled her eyes and reclined back into his side. Quite comfortably like she wasn't thinking about it. "Give me cool points so Tommy and Carol leave me alone.”

   “They’re assholes to everyone. It’s not you.” Billy replied dismissively. Curled his finger into her locks behind the sofa.

   “You don’t notice who they target because you’re too busy chasing skirts and fighting others yourself. Also haven't seen the writing about me on the bathroom walls. School hierarchy rules. Open those pretty ocean eyes and see the world for what it is. You're untouched because of your front. Everyone wants to be Billy Hargrove or screw him.”

   Evie looked at him there, blinking.

   "What side of the line are you on?" He bit his lip. "I can guess."

   She plucked his hand from her shoulder and placed it back into his lap. Patted it for good measure.

   “So, you really think my eyes are pretty?” Billy laughed when a square pillow nailed him in the face. "You said it before too! When we were drunk and you still think it now that we're sober. Telling."

   Tension shattered. Evie glittered right back at him, teeth flashing. Still chuckling, he tilted his head back to create the magical sound. Quieted.

   “Fine. I’ll pay attention if it helps you sleep at night.”

   Evie blew air out her lips, let a curl fly up and bounce down. They watched the screen again. Shared a space. Maybe it shouldn't have felt so intimate. 

   “Episode’s almost over. Thanks for playing.” She about sang. Triumphant.

   “I guess you have me, Fenny.” Billy pushed up. “Mind if I take a leak?” He was already pacing off so she said nothing.

   Just watched couples go hand in hand into the sunset.

   There was a flush, the sink running, and then Billy’s huge smile crept back down the hallway. The boy was gone all of three minutes.

   Bourbon in his arms. Purring. Perfectly happy. Evie’s jaw dropped open.

   “Guess who crawled out of the shower to eyeball my junk? Not that I blame him.” Billy quipped, scratching the cat’s chin. Bourbon rubbed back into the touch. Rasped his scratchy meow for more.

   “Traitor...” Evie muttered, coming to her feet. “Damn it.”

   “Oh, yeah. You’re mine now, Evie. Seven o’clock. Wear something short if you like.” Billy’s lips were pressed up. Such an ass.

   "I call foul." Her finger lifted.

   "And I'll be calling on you. New Years Eve. Just an annoying dance. It'll be fun and free." His chin gestured at her. "Just say yes, Evie. Get out of this small town and see some lights for once. You want your name in them so bad, you gotta look at the damn things first. No day but today. Right?"

   "Right," a lengthy sigh, "but, the fire's still out. Bourbon, why? First, mom and now you. He's just hypnotizing you both.” Evie took the cat from Billy, watched his face scrunch.

   “Your cat is really named Bourbon?” He said flatter.

   “I found him when we visited family in New Orleans. Bourbon street.” She let the feline nuzzle into her chest.

   “God, Angel, I hope your lyrics are more creative than that.” Billy lightened, chest shaking as he peered away shaking his pretty head. “Well?”

   She pouted and if that cat wasn't between them, Billy didn't know what he would have done. Another time or place. Another pretty dress. Another shared beat of bleeding together.

   That itched him the rest of the night.

   “I’ll go. Seven. I’ll dress nice. It’s not a date, so don’t try anything and get me home in one piece. I reserve the right to leave you if you act like too much of an ass.” Evie grumbled some about it, defeated.

   But, she wondered about the lights and what it might be like to share them. Suppressed all urges that longed to hope.

   “That much I can do, I might even keep my ass in check. Don’t flake, we have a deal. I’ll be your Mr. Darcy or whatever.” Billy made for the door, plucking up his jacket as she opened it.

   “That’s an impossible standard, but keep dreaming.” Evie sighed out. Watched him turn to beam. Offered a pet to Bourbon. “Least you got his name right.”

   “Quick learner, I get points. New Years Eve. Don’t make me chase you, Evie, because I will.” Billy stepped off the porch lighting a cigarette, idly waved behind him.

   Game. Set. Match.

   “I’m not gonna be nice about it.” She called.

   “So, you’ll be your normal, cheery self with me. Great. Won't ask for anything else, we have a good thing going.” He turned to wink, curling a final smile. Evie stilled, petting her cat before sighing into the cold air. “See you then, Fenny.”

   “Whatever you say, Hargrove.” She shut the door as he climbed his own porch. Looked at her cat.

   “You did this to us, I hope you’re proud.” 

   Bourbon blinked. Another rumbling purr in response.

** ** **

   “The world...” Evie plucked an idle cord. Sang soft to not disturb her mother down the hallway sleeping. Nestled into the wall on her bed next to the window. “May think I’m foolish. They can’t see you like I can...”

   Darkness shrouded save for a small set of twinkling lights around her bed frame. Eyes kept averting to the clock.

   “Oh, but anyone...who...” 

   Another pause to see the clock. Eyes flickered out along the street marked with lamps. Cracking her window to see out. Nothing. Evie settled. Changed the tune to something original and plucked another heart string.

   “Those ocean eyes… Drowning me out. What I wouldn't give to...” Her palm caught the vibrating cord to snuff the sound. A groan as she set the guitar aside. “Shit.”

   That was not happening.  

   A car went down the street at the exact moment the clock struck eleven. Evie grabbed her coat and locked her bedroom door. Checked her hair and makeup before hitching one leg over the window. Felt the naughty thrill pulse into her heart as she snuck out.

   Billy peered to see beyond his own window near the foot of his bed. Unseen in the pitch black space. Thought about catching her. It was always a Saturday night. Evie Fenny crept out like clockwork. Wearing something nice under a jacket she held close. Sometimes with the guitar on her back. Lips painted red. Went down the street and returned as the sun rose. He’d observed it often. Sometimes it happened on school nights. Two to three times a week. Never asked because it didn’t seem important enough before. But, now…

   Billy knew a teen girl didn’t paint her lips red at eleven o’clock on a Saturday for just anyone.

   Evie hurried down the street toward the woods at the end. Got into a shiny car. Disappeared until sunrise.

~~~~~

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever - Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Warnings: Endgame spoilers, language

Authors note: every time I wrote “Thor”, it autocorrected to “thot” and honestly that’s fitting. Also, I changed a few things from the canon story. Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated:)

Masterlist

“Hello?”

A beat of silence.

“Hello? My name is Y/n. Is anyone there?” You pressed the buzzer again. You looked around above you and spotted a camera. You waved your hands in front of it.

“Hello? Is anyone inside? My name is Y/n. Please, someone answer.” You tried again.

You were met with more silence. You were completely and utterly sick of silence.

“Is anyone there? Please. I’m friends with Mr. Stark.” You shouted. You continued to wave your hands in front of the camera. Finally, you heard the buzzer crackle.

“You’re Tony’s friend?” A voice asked. He sounded desperate and older than you. His voice was followed by a series of shushes and disagreement. You heard multiple voices, one definitely belonging to a woman.

“I say we let her in. She’s hot.” A cocky voice suggested. It was followed by more shushes.

“She could be dangerous.” The woman’s voice said. She sounded authoritative but kind.

“Does she look dangerous? Quill could do more harm and he was a tub of lard.” The cocky voice said again. If you weren’t so confused and lost, you would’ve laughed.

“Um…the microphone is still on.” You said awkwardly. It was followed by a moment of embarrassed silence before the first voice came back.

“Come in.” He finally said. The door stirred and opened and you quickly went inside the Avengers tower.

You were met with a group of people you slightly recognized from newscasts and magazine articles. You knew they were the Avengers, or at least what was left of them. They were very popular when you lived in New York but you hadn’t heard from them in a while.

“What did you say your name was again?” A blonde man stepped forward. You recognized his voice from before.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You stammered. Everyone was staring you down so intensely. Everyone except a broad man in the corner, who sat slumped over a desk with a blank stare on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Steve.” The man stuck out his hand and you shook it. He had an impossibly firm grasp. His voice was horse and though he tried to put a positive look on his face, he looked defeated.

“You’re Captain America right?” You asked calmly. You didn’t want to geek out at such a trying time, but you knew exactly who he was. He gave you a slight smile.

“I am. This is Natasha.” Steve gestured to a lady with an icy blonde bob. She gave you a warm smile and shook your hand.

“You can call me Nat.” She said kindly. You smiled for the first time in days. You definitely liked her.

“How do you know Tony?” A different man asked. You also recognized him from the news. He was Tony’s right hand man, Rhodey.

“He made me my suit. And he knew my boyfriend. Neither of them came home last week and I didn’t know where else to go. All my friends disappeared.” You admitted out loud for the first time. The Avengers looked at each other and sighed.

“What about your family?” Nat asked. You shrugged.

“My family disappeared long before any of this happened.” You told them.

“Mine too.” Came a deep, brooding voice. The man in the corner stood up and made his way to you. You tried to ignore the surprised faces the rest of the Avengers made at his movement. The man was huge and you felt yourself tremble. He reached out a hand towards you and you flinched, but he gently rested it on your shoulder.

“I lost my family too. But not by the snap. Who did you lose?” The man said sadly. He had a mixture of anger and sympathy in his two different colored eyes.

“My sister.” You answered him. “And you?” He gave you a sad smile.

“My brother, Loki. And my parents.” He told you. You relaxed under his touch.

“Me too.” You said, almost excitedly. You had never met another orphan in your life. You weren’t sure why you were telling this stranger all your personal information but something about him made you feel protected and safe.

“I like this one.” He announced to the group. Murmurs of approval rang through the crowd. You felt your cheeks heat up. The man turned back to you.

“Its a pleasure, Lady Y/n. I am Thor.” Thor said. You felt dumb for not recognizing him sooner. But his hair was cut and he was in regular clothing. And most of all, he didn’t have a hammer.

“Back up. Why did Tony make you a suit?” Rhodey asked. The rest of the Avengers looked at you with the same question on their minds.

“Well I have, um, had this Symbiote named Venom. She came from Klyntar and lived with me for over a year. I, um, I lost her in the dusting.” You admitted painfully. You had only lost her a week ago but you already felt completely empty without her. To make matters worse, you hadn’t heard a word from Peter. You worried for his safety every second of every day.

“Oh Klyntar? I love that planet. Bunch’a babes over there.” The cocky voice from earlier spoke up. Your eyes landed on where the voice had come from and you screamed.

“Did that raccoon just talk?” You pointed at the raccoon that was fully dressed, armed, and standing on two feet. Well, paws.

“Don’t call me a raccoon! Quill says I’m a trash panda so everybody better call me a trash panda or they’re getting shot.” The raccoon threatened.

“Somebody take Rocket into another room before I barbecue him.” Rhodey sighed. You were shocked at how casual everyone was about the damn talking raccoon named Rocket.

“It was no dusting, Lady Y/n. It was a snap.” Thor told you.

“A snap? What snap?” You asked, very confused.

“Thanos collected all the infinity stones and snapped. That’s why half the population turned to dust.” Nat informed you.

“Thanos? Who the fuck is Thanos?” You asked, suddenly furious since learning the reason your beloved boyfriend and Symbiote vanished.

“Language.” Steve said sternly. You felt your anger melt into embarrassment.

“Sorry. Whom the fuck is Thanos?” You repeated. Steve pinched his nose bridge as snickers spread throughout the group.

“Thanos is a Titan. He’s big and purple and…and that’s about it. Oh, and he just killed half the population.” Rhodey explained. You felt your blood go hot.

“So Thanos killed my best friend? Did he kill Tony too?” You asked, almost terrified of the answer. You were desperate to know about Peters whereabouts, but no one here knew Peter Parker. They knew Spider-Man. And you didn’t want to risk revealing Peters identity.

“We don’t know. He went to space with a few of the others to fight Thanos. We haven’t heard from any of them in a week.” Steve answered, his voice thick with disappointment. “Our only lead is this pager that won’t stop going off. We don’t even know who it’s calling.”

You looked at the pager and saw a star in the middle of a red and blue background. You didn’t know who it was for either.

“Who are the others?” You asked, your heart fluttering hope and anticipation knowing there was potential information about Peter.

“Spider-Man, Dr. Strange, and a couple of the Guardians.” Nat told you. You smiled upon hearing Spider-Man. There was still a chance that he was out there.

“Who are the Guardians?” You asked suddenly. Rocket stepped forward with a smirk. You didn’t know raccoons had the ability to smirk.

“My gang. We’re the frickin’ Guardians of the Galaxy. Quill, Nebula, Gamora, Drax, and the weird one with the antennas. They were all getting their jollies off space while Groot and I did the dirty work. Now Groot is gone and I haven’t heard from any of them. Not since Quill said he was with glowy hands-“

“-Dr. Strange.” Steve corrected.

“Tin man-“ Rocket went on.

“-Tony.” Nat sighed.

“-and little tin man-“ Rocket continued.

“Spider-Man.” Rhodey groaned.

“-on a spaceship. But Quill said they were heading to Thanos’s home planet.” Rocket told you. You heard most of what he said. You were mainly focused on trying to comprehend that a whole ass raccoon was speaking to you.

“Why haven’t any of you gone to that planet to look for them?” You asked. You didn’t want to seem rude but there seemed to be an overlooked opportunity to find everyone.

“Because none of these ding dongs have a spaceship.” Rocket sneered. The Avengers rolled their eyes. You figured the week spent with Rocket was a long one.

“What if I can get you a ship?” You asked. Steve and Nat immediately perked their heads up.

“You can?” Nat asked.

“How?” Steve finished.

“I don’t want to get into detail but the Life Foundation back in San Francisco owes me a few favors after nearly killing me several times. They own a bunch of spaceships. I’m sure I could get you one.” You said. It was true. In exchange for not suing the crap out of the Life Foundation, they offered you an endless debt of gratitude. That debt included a spaceship.

“Call them. Now.” Rhodey demanded. You, as well as Steve and Nat, looked at him.

“Call them now.…please?” Rhodey repeated. You nodded and dialed their number.

After two weeks of aimlessly searching space with Rocket, you found what resembled a gigantic donut.

“That’s the ship. I’m sure of it. Quill’s fat ass said it looked like a donut.” Rocket told you. You nodded as he steered closer. You went because you were in charge of the ship, and Rocket went because he was the only one who had been to space. Nat, Steve, and Rhodey stayed behind and waited for your arrival.

Rocket pulled up next to the ship as you put your suit on. It would protect you since it was made from Venoms skin and she was from space. You slept in your suit most nights, missing her terribly. Rocket gave you something that you didn’t recognize to wear over your face so you could breath. He put it behind your ear and pressed it. An invisible blue mask covered your face and you went outside.

You circled the ship until you found the front. There was a giant window and through it, you saw Mr. Stark fast asleep. You almost didn’t want to wake him, but you figured after 22 days in space, he was ready to come home. You excitedly knocked on the window and waited. Tony jumped and his eyes fluttered open. He caught sight of you and you smiled happily, knowing if he was there, Peter was too. You were also thrilled to see him alive and well after losing every familiar face you knew. Tony unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward, looking at you in disbelief. You pointed to the right, where your ship was. Rocket had extended a bridge so Tony and everyone else could get on. Tony followed your finger and sighed in relief.

Within a few minutes, Tony was on your ship and in your arms. He gave you a tight embrace, much tighter than you thought he would. You were friendly with him, but not that friendly. He pulled away and kissed your forehead in a fatherly manner.

“I missed you Mr. Stark.” You told him. You felt emotional all the sudden. You hadn’t seen him in so long and the past three weeks were traumatizing.

“I missed you too, kid. I missed everyone. And food. I really miss food. You’d think Astronauts were smart enough not to pack their food in little cubes.” Tony joked. 22 days stranded in space and he was still cracking jokes. You smiled warmly at him.

“There’s plenty of food on the ship. We’ll be home soon and you can see everyone then. Rocket, take us home.” You called.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Rocket called back. You looked at him and noticed he was with a blue and purple girl with no hair. She was holding one of his paws.

“That’s Nebula. She was my only companion on my little space-cation.” Tony told you. You felt your heart drop.

“Only companion?” You looked back at him and asked. Tony’s eyes filled with sadness as he nodded.

“I’m sorry. Believe me, losing him was the worst part of all of this. I did everything I could to stop Thanos.” Tony apologized. You pulled him into another hug. You cried onto his shoulder and he cried onto yours.

“No tears on my ship! I don’t want you sissies making the floor all slippery.” Rocket sneered. Your wiped your nose on the back of your hand.

“This is my ship.” You answered. Nebula looked at you with amusement and you gave her a shy smile.

“I lost Venom.” You told Tony sadly. Tony rubbed your arm.

“I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry. Is Pepper-“

“Pepper’s alright. She’s waiting back at the tower with everyone else.” You told Tony. His tired eyes filled with relief. You finally noticed how skinny he was and how fragile he looked.

“This will probably take a few hours. Why don’t you eat something and sleep? There’s a bed right through there.” You pointed down a corridor and Tony thanked you wordlessly. You went over and sat with Nebula and Rocket once Tony had fallen asleep. They were in the middle of a conversation about who didn’t make it back.

“What about Gamora?” Rocket asked. He sounded hurt. You had only ever heard him sound cocky, annoyed, sarcastic, or angry. Never hurt. Your heart went out to him.

“My father killed her for the Soul Stone.” Nebula answered. Her voice was monotone and metallic. You looked up at her sadly and put a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry about your sister. My sister is dead too.” You spoke up. Nebula looked at you with her jet black eyes.

“I am sorry to hear that.” She said robotically. You could tell she wasn’t human. Mostly machinery. You gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you. Is your father still alive?” You asked her. Nebula turned away.

“Unfortunately.” She said while looking ahead.

“Unfortunately?” You questioned.

“Her father is Thanos.” Rocket said as if it were obvious. You retracted yourself from Nebula. You felt white hot anger towards the daughter of the man who killed Peter and Venom.

“I hate my father as much as you do. You have no reason to be afraid.” Nebula told you. You immediately felt back and put your hand back on her arm.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged so quickly. I’m just really hurt over losing Venom and my boyfriend.” You said. Nebula nodded in understanding.

“My father is cruel. But he isn’t infallible. He had brought me great pain. I won’t rest until I make him pay for his crimes.” Nebula said assuredly. You nodded in agreement.

“As you should. Girl power.” You said extending your fist to her to bump.

“What is “girl power”?” Nebula stared at your fist in confusion. With your other hand, you picked up her arm and molded her fingers into a fist. You carefully pressed yours against hers.

“Girl power is the power all girls have inside them that allows them to do incredible things. And that was a fist bump.” You explained to her. Rocket groaned loudly.

“This is painful. Truly painful.” Rocket uttered. You shushed him.

“What does it mean? Does this make us friends?” Nebula asked as she examined her fist. The word sounded foreign to her. You smiled widely.

“Friends? Pshh. I’ll do you one better. We’re sisters.” You stated. Nebula smiled at you for the first time.

“Ohh gross. You got smurfette to smile. What’s wrong with you Y/n?” Rocket whined. You shrugged and scooted closer to Nebula. You talked for the rest of the flight home.

You watched from a distance as Tony reunited with Pepper, Steve, Nat, a man you hadn’t met in glasses, and a woman you also hadn’t met. The woman came up to you after greeting Tony. She wore a blue and red suit and had shoulder length blonde hair. You recognized the star on her suit as the one on the pager.

“Nice to see another girl around here. My name is Carol.” The woman introduced. You were a little taken aback by her sheer confidence and authority. She was beautiful, no doubt, but that was the least interesting thing about her. You shook her hand and were a little shocked by how strong she was. She was almost glowing in the moonlight.

“Hello Carol. We are…um, I am Y/n.” You corrected yourself before you told her you were Venom. You had gotten so used to saying that and it felt strange to go back to just Y/n.

“Y/n? Are you sure about that?” Carol teased you. She obviously heard the hesitation in your voice when you said your name. You laughed in embarrassment.

“I’m sure. I used to to go by a different name is all.” You explained. Carol nodded in understanding.

“So did I. I was Vers for a long time. If you call me that now though, I’ll burn your hand off.” Carol laughed, only you had a feeling she wasn’t kidding. You laughed awkwardly and walked back with her to join the group.

Within another week, you had gotten to know everyone. Nebula and Nat became like your sisters. Tony and Steve were like the dads and Rhodey and Carol felt like your aunt and uncle. And Thor, Thor felt like a friendly golden retriever. You learned that the man you didn’t recognize the day you came back from space was named Bruce Banner. He didn’t talk much but when he did, you could tell he was highly educated.

The week came with hardships as well. Everyone had gotten into a fight over the next step to take with Thanos. A few of the Avengers has gone to find him and the Infinity Stones, but came back empty handed. You felt yourself losing hope in seeing Peter again. More fights broke out and everyone eventually went their separate ways. You hadn’t left Avengers tower since you came back from space and didn’t plan too. It’s not like you had anything to go back too. Nat had moved into the tower and asked you if you wanted to stay as well. And so, you packed up your apartment and moved in with Nat.

Steve, Rhodey, Carol, and Rocket checked in every now and then. You hadn’t heard anything from Tony or Bruce in a long time. Nat told you stories of a man, Clint, who was also an Avenger. You didn’t recognize the name but from the way she described him, he was important. To her, at least.

“Why don’t you just ask the man out already?” You giggled. It was two years later. Nat was telling you yet another story of her and Clint’s adventures in Budapest while you watched a movie on the couch. It was one of those relaxing, make up free nights with Nat.

“It’s not like that. He’s my best friend. I’d die for him but I wouldn’t date him. Plus, he has a wife and kids.” Nat shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s what they all say. You think I wasn’t calling my boyfriend my “best friend” before we started dating?” You teased. Nat chewed on her straw and laughed as well.

“Speaking of dating, when are you getting back out there?” Nat nudged you. You suddenly felt uncomfortable with the topic.

“I have a boyfriend.” You said simply. And you did. He was just in a million pieces and floating around space.

“You had a boyfriend. I know it hurts but it’s been two years, Y/n. We all lost people and it sucks but now we have to move on. And I think it’s time you move on, Y/n. You are way too beautiful to be sitting on the couch with me every Friday night. You need to go out and get some, girl.” Nat said playfully. She meant well but her words hurt you. You couldn’t imagine moving on from Peter. Where would you go? Who could possible replace him?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me moving on.” You kept it short and sweet. You really didn’t want to push the subject any further.

“Damn. I’ve known you two years and you still won’t tell me his name.” Nat changed the subject, noticing your reluctance to discuss dating. You felt a pain in your heart at the topic and looked down at your hands. You busied yourself by playing with the ties of Peters sweatshirt that you slept in every night.

“You know it’s too painful to say his name.” You said quietly. It wasn’t a total lie. You had talked about Peter with her before. You just never actually told her his name. Everyone knew Peter Parker worked for Stark Industries. You swore you’d never let his identity slip. It was the least you could do for him while he was away. That was another thing. No matter how long he was gone, and it had been two years at that point, you’d never believe he was gone for good. You held on to hope that he was still out there, clawing his way back to you. In your mind, he was still your boyfriend, no matter what.

“I know, sweetheart. But you’ve told me everything else about him. Why not just say his name, just this once?” Nat said softly. You looked up at her with tears in your eyes.

“I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say it when I know his head won’t perk up when I do.” You said in a strained voice. “He won’t answer if I call his name. I can’t deal with that. I can’t handle the thought of him not being there to hear it. I don’t want to say his name until I can say it to him.” You confessed. Nat took your hand in hers. You studied her features. Her hair was significantly longer. Red roots faded into her bleached tips. Her face was one you had come to recognize as family.

“I understand that. But it’s been two years. It might be time to accept that they aren’t coming back.” Nat said softly, not wanting to upset you further. She wiped your tears with her thumb and pulled you into a hug. You rested your head over her heartbeat. It reminded you of when you’d fall asleep to the sound of Peters beating heart.

“Peter. His name was Peter.” You whispered.

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Divulge Your Secrets To Me, Starkson

Parkner Week 2020, Prompt 2: “And I said, ‘no’, you know, like a liar”

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SUMMARY: Harley can’t stand Peter putting himself in danger constantly, so he puts on a suit. As, expected, Peter finds out his secret very quickly. 

Although not easily visible, Harley doesn’t have better impulse control than Tony. Harley regularly spends consecutive days in his lab unless Peter is around to bully him into bed.

But Peter isn’t around always, not with his responsibility as a stupid teenage vigilante. Harley hates it. How he has to see his best friend get to work and handle shit that it way above his pay-grade, just because the avengers have gone rouge and Tony can’t handle everything on his own.

Harley lets his frustration spur him on, even though it’s 3 in the morning and he’s only had a few nutri-bars in the last six hours, with infinite cups of coffee.

Harley hates that Peter isn’t here to take him back to his room. He hates that his best friend has to go out even when he should be at home recovering from his last fight with some stupid evil scientist.

Harley finally puts down his interface and staring at the finalised schematics F.R.I.D.A.Y. complies and pulls up.

The design looks nice. It’s a sleek suit, much lighter than Tony’s suit, mostly to be used for canvassing and running disturbances.

The blue and gold colour is Harley’s favourite thing. A mix of Peter and Tony’s suits.

Then, he hears Tony’s thrusters outside and quickly packs up his work and heads to Tony’s landing point.

Tony’s carrying an injured Peter. Harley tries to hide his flinch, but Peter’s situation is not surprising. The idiot had gone into battle the newest threat, some weird insects that make out of the sewers, with recently fixed ribs.

Harley clenches his fist at his side. He feels helpless, unable to take care of his best friend and it hurts more than he’s willing to admit.

Tony nods at him in passing before walking down to the med-bay, to take care of Peter. Harley takes a few deep breaths and follows the pair after a moment.

----x----

Peter is sleeping, having been dosed with a strong mix of specially manufactured sleeping pills.

Harley takes Tony to the lab.

“I’ve done something.”

Tony quirks an eyebrow in mirth, “Oh, what have you fucked up now?”

Harley shakes his head, “This is serious, Tony.”

He pulls up the schematics. Tony stares at them for a moment before asking softly, “Let me guess, you haven’t told Peter?”

Harley doesn’t answer, which is an answer in and of itself.

Tony pulls up different screens to look at the subtler parts of the suit.

“It’s for running interference?”

Harley nods, “Small, compact, fast. I can distract whatever’s running around long enough for Pete to get back on his feet.”

Tony nods, “So, you aren’t going to focus on the feelings that are making you do this?”

Harley looks away, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Tony huffs, “Alright, fine. I won’t tell Peter about this.”

---x----

Thankfully the new alerts they have come only after Peter has healed fully and had a few days of rest. Though close calls, Tony and Peter are able to get out of the situation with almost zero damage, Harley doesn’t go out to help them.

Then, a threat shows up, which is much worse than the worst Peter has tackled. Some sort of wizard magic voodoo cult that’s making buildings turn in on themselves.

Harley only waits for a moment after Tony and Peter have left, to suit up. He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to link him up to their comms and flies out.

The cultists send flattening waves of orange energy at whatever crosses their paths, making even humans look like characters from Minecraft.

Tony is tied up by a thick iron post on the corner of a crossing.

Tony tries to tie them up in his witty smart talk as Peter hides in the corner and webs up the different members who are standing a little further from the group.

Harley circles around the crossing where the cult leader is walking towards Tony calmly, his lack of emotion scares Harley more than his weird magic.

Peter yells into the comms, “Tony, there’s another suit here!”

Tony replies gruffly, between trying to distract the cult leader and break free of the iron post, “Yeah. Welcome the new avenger, kid.”

Peter has effectively neutralised all the other cultists. But he isn’t as discreet while trying to web up the leader.

The man turns around just as the web makes contact with his body. He grabs the web which is attached to his shoulder and pulls it clean off. The web has hardened by now and only Steve Rogers has been able to break out of the webs with his strength.

What the fuck kind of a man is this guy?

He emits a soft orange light and manipulates the web before Peter can let it go. Harley looks on in horror for a moment as the man uses the manipulated web to throw Peter into a wall.

Just as Peter gets thrown in the wall, Harley flies in and blasts a repulsor at the man. What happens next freaks Harley out.

The man keeps a hold on the web that’s holding Peter and turns his head around like an owl. He glares at Harley, who shoots repulsors at him, which bounce off a weird shield he puts up.

The man lets go of the web and turns to face Harley fully. Harley circles him, blasting repulsors at him, hoping to buy both Tony and Peter sometime.

But the man is quicker than Harley. He waves his hand around and makes sparks fly which throw Harley into the wall right next to Tony.

Harley only registers the fact that this new hole in the wall allows Tony to break free of the iron post.

Even keeping his eyes open hurts. Harley tries to get comfortable in the rubble best he can. The interface of the suit keeps flashing lights.

Almost everything in the suit is broken. Harley sighs sullenly. So much for helping Tony and Peter.

A thundering sound jolts Harley awake. When he’s aware enough to focus, Harley realises that the previously AWOL Thor is back.

The man starts throwing his hammer at the cult man, which actually starts to cause some damage.

Even though he’s failed, Harley breaths a sigh of relief. He’s about to close his eyes again when Peter crawls into his hole in the wall.

Peter asks softly, “Are you Harley?”

Harley groans internally. He couldn’t even make it one full day without being caught out.

He hopes that his voice interface is working well as he answers in the most confused voice he can manage, “No.”

Thankfully it works. Harley sounds more like a middle-aged suburban dad.

Peter shakes his head, “Nothing. Sorry, let’s get you out of here.”

Harley groans out loud then. God knows how many bones he’s just broken. This is beginning to feel like a comfortable place to spend the rest of his life.

Peter slowly helps him come out of the hole, carrying most of his body weight.

When they finally come out of the building’s side, the cult man is tied up in glowy magical ties and Thor is loudly and profusely apologising to Tony.

Peter softly asks him, “So, then what is your name?”

Harley doesn’t know how to answer that, but, unknowingly Thor comes to his rescue.

The god yells at him, “Oh, Tony you have a son! There now an Iron Lad. Congratulations Tony!”

Harley looks at Peter and replies with a fancy accent, “I’m Iron Lad, of course!”

Maybe it’s because of the mask, but Harley thinks that Peter doesn’t smile fully at his response.

---x---

When they reach the tower, F.R.I.D.A.Y. scans him from outside the suit. Harley tries to sell his need for a ‘secret-identity’ to them.

Peter nods shortly and walks out, giving an excuse about fixing his suit. Harley heaves a sigh of relief.

As soon as Peter is gone. Harley asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to stop recording wherever he is till his suit is put away and to tell Peter that he’s sleeping in his room.

Then, Harley goes into the medbay,  which is thankfully empty. He doesn’t have any broken or cracked bones, just a lot of cuts and lacerations across his body.

When he had been thrown into the building, he’d gone into the glass wall first, which had cracked into tiny chips that had entered his suit.

Even though Harley’s muscles ache, he likes how well his suit held out.

Harley’s in the middle of cleaning out his cuts when the door to the medbay opens without any warning.

He hisses in pain and looks up. Thankfully it’s just Thor, but Harley doesn’t trust the man to keep his mouth shut.

Thor starts the conversation, “I know you wanted solitude, however, I wanted to congratulate you on how protective you are of your beloved and how well you took care of him.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Yeah, if you call him dragging me around good protection; then sure, I gave him the best protection.”

As the words leave Harley’s mouth, he realises what he’s admitted to. Harley adds uselessly, “But he’s not my beloved or anything like that.”

Thor chortles, “As you would call it, this is a lmao moment.”

Harley cringes, “Never say that again.”

Thor’s laughter dies down. He doesn’t speak again till Harley’s putting away the bottles of anti-septics and the cotton.

Thor comments rather seriously, “I know you are under a lot of pressure, Starkson, be assured that if you decide to open up to me, I wouldn’t divulge those secrets ever.”

Harley wants to make a snarky comment about not being Tony’s kid, but he grabs the opportunity. Thoe is serious enough to not make fun of him or say I told you so, unlike all his friends and Tony.

So, he starts from the beginning. The day he met Peter at the penthouse when they’d come together to get Tony out of his lab and make him feel better.

Something almost like guilt passes over Thor’s face at the revelation, which Harley files away for right now.

He tells the god about how he knew at that moment that Peter was going to be someone special for him.

---x---

Even though he’s been ranting for what feels like hours, Thor doesn’t seem bored. Maybe boredom becomes different when you’ve lived a thousand years.

Harley sighs and continues, they’ve reached the end of the story anyway. Harley continues pacing the medbay, his back to the door.

“So, he climbs in, and asks me, in his softest, introducing-myself-to-strangers kind of voice, ‘Are you Harley?’. Ughhh, man, I hated that. How is he so quick? And I said ‘no’, you know, like a liar...”

When Harley looks up, it’s to see Thor surprised and apprehensive face. Harley rolls his eyes, the last thing he needed right now.

And his gut feeling is right. Peter is standing in the door of the medbay, eyes flashing in anger.

Thor gives some excuse that Harley doesn’t even register, before booking it out of the room.

Peter walks forward, “What the fuck is this?”

Harley cringes internally. Hearing Peter swear is always uncomfortable, because even Peter’s discomfort is visible on his face.

Harley ignores the dread in the pit of his stomach and snarks back, “What the fuck is what?”

Peter motions to his body, “This. The cuts. Don’t act like you didn’t just lie to me.”

Harley clenches his jaw, “So what if I did?”

Peter shakes his head in anger, “We don’t do that, Harley! We don’t lie to each other-”

Harley interrupts because he isn’t taking the blame for this shit, “Oh really then tell me, what is it that we do? Am I always supposed to wait for you at the tower while you fight some weirdo and get hurt in the most horrible ways?”

Peter sighs and runs his hand eyes his eyes, “Nobody’s asking you to stay here Harley...”

Harley yells in reply, now he’s on a track, “Oh really? Peter look me in the eye and tell me that if I’d have told you, you wouldn’t have tried to bully me out of it. I need to protect you, Peter. I need-”

Peter snaps, “Oh shut up. You need this and you need that. What about what I need from you, huh? I need to keep you safe, you doofus. You’re not some enhanced person. I can walk away from being thrown head-first into a building,” he points at Harley’s bruises and cuts, “You can’t.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Why do you need to take care of me, Peter?”

Peters huffs, “Because I love you, okay? I don’t care about anyone other than you, Tony, May and our friends. I know it’s sudden and I know it sounds crazy, but I love you. Again I can’t be the one who gets my family into trouble or gets them hurt again, okay?”

Harley thinks his heart is about to beat straight out of his chest, “Y-You love me?”

Peter sighs, “Yeah, I know it’s awkward, you don’t need to let me down or anything like that.”

Harley asks softly, “But what if I don’t let you down?”

Peter replies with a confused question, “What?”

Harley huffs, “Why are you so sure that I’m going to let you down?”

Peter flounders through a response and Harley can’t take it anymore. He removes the space between them with two swift steps and pulls Peter into himself, giving the short brown-haired boy a soft kiss.

Peter kisses him back.

They only let go of each other when Harley starts to lose his breath. Peter smiles like an idiot, but Harley isn’t sure that he’s not doing the same thing.

After a moment, Harley asks him. “Does this mean you won’t crib about me being in the suit anymore?”

Peter shakes his head, “Oh? Was this cribbing? You don’t know what you’re in for next.”

Harley groans, but pulls the shorter boy into his side, “Okay, I’ll listen to your lecture, but after a good night’s sleep.”

Peter nods, “Alright, let’s go.”

The pair make their way up to the penthouse and flop onto Harley’s bed together, fast asleep as soon as they hit the bed.

[batfamily-trash]

Oops

Can you write where the reader is poison Ivys and Jokers daughter and has a One nightstand with Damian and she is 16 and pregnant with Damian’s baby ps no smut needed

a/n: Minor change- age bumped up to 18

Key: b/n - Baby’s name

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcholic drinks

Who would’ve guessed that Pamela Isley or otherwise known as Poison Ivy would’ve hooked up with the damn Joker? No one, not even them. So when the rouge’s all decided to go get drinks and have a good time they made the mistake of not having someone to tell them when to stop drinking. Like an adult.

The morning after, Harley and multiple rouges had to drag Ivy away from Joker before she could kill him. Oh, how she regrets not killing that sad pathetic clown. Especially after finding out she was pregnant with you. Surprise surprise.

That’s what Harley told you when you asked her what lead to your existence. She loves you as if you were her daughter. Every time you asked her about your father when you were younger she would sugarcoat everything. Now that you are older even you wonder why that sicko is alive.

People already gave you enough bullshit with you being Jokers daughter, even the batfamily. Whenever you went out be it as a civilian or with your mom someone was always following. Usually, it was Robin who would stalk you, sometimes Red Hood. You remember Harley telling you that the sperm donor kidnapped Hoodie and left him to die in a warehouse after beating him with a crowbar.

Whenever you go out with your mom, you and Robin always end up fighting. And that fighting usually always end up with someone getting pinned. Mostly Robin because you take him by surprise with your amazing plant powers. You’d think after years of messing around he would be more attentive.  

Today was no different. Your mom wanted to see how well you would do out in the real world with people so she had Harley take you out to a club. Yeah sure, take the plant-human hybrid person to a club with drunk idiots what could go wrong.

Once in the club Harley ditched you and went off to look for her buddies. Yay. You decided to avoid the dance floor and head straight to the bar for a drink.

Before you even left the dance floor someone had wrapped their arms around your waist and pulled you towards them. “Care to dance, y/n?”

You turned around and raised your hand to slap the stranger but then you realized it, Damian Wayne, otherwise known as Robin. “So?”

“Fine Mr. Wayne,” you said, “But I won’t be responsible for your injuries the next time you sneak up on me.”

“Whatever you say, Miss Isley.”

Damian and you spent the rest of the night together since Harley accidentally ditched you. After what seemed to be twenty drinks a drunk Damian took you back to one of his safehouses and one thing lead to another.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding feeling in your head and last nights events were a bit hazy. You remembered your mom telling Harley that you had to be home before one, crashing into Damian, and Harley ditching you. You also remembered drinking wayyyy too much.

You slowly lifted yourself up and studied your surroundings. There was an array of weapons hanging from the wall in front of you, your clothes were all over the floor and Damian was sleeping naked next to you. When you came to your senses you began to freak out. You hooked up with the Bats kid. If your dad weren’t Joker that would be okay, but no. This was bad.

As quickly and silently as you could, you got off the bed, picked your clothes off the floor and put them on before running out of Damian’s safehouse. Once you were a safe distance away you called your mom, who was extremely worried. After she yelled at you for ten minutes for worrying her she picked you up and took you home.

-5 weeks later-

“n/n sweetheart? Are you okay?” your mom asked you.

“Yeah just tired,” you answered. Ivy looked at you suspiciously before returning her attention to her beloved plants.

“If you need to talk you know I’m here,” she said trimming some roses, “and so are the plants. You can tell them anything.”

“I know mom, but if it makes you feel bet…”

“How are my favorite girls!” Harley interrupted. You sighed and turned to face Harley.

“Hey, Harls!”

“Hiya kiddo! You look different…”

“Whatever do you mean?” you chuckled.

“I don’t know… you seem glowy,” she said, “Are you pregnant?!?!”

You heard something snap behind you as Harley ran to you. Harley hugged you as your mom made vines grown at an accelerating rate. “When and who, y/n?” Ivy demanded.

“Hehe I don’t know what you mean mommy.”

“Oh! Was it that cute boy at the club? What’s his name? Damian?”

You laughed nervously as you tried to deny everything Harley was telling you. It was no secret to your mom and Harley Robin’s secret identity. Which made him an extremely easy target.

“Robin?!?!” Ivy exclaimed.

“haha uh there’s no point in lying is there?” you asked.

“No,” Ivy answered. You were screwed.

“Does he know?” Harley asked you. They took your silence as a no.

“Then let’s go find him.”

Not even two hours later and your mom had Damian wrapped up with every vine in existence. Poor kid was confused. He was confused as to why your mom had him hanging over the edge of Wayne Enterprises and why you have been avoiding him. He was also confused as to why Harley was ready to bash his head in with a mallet.

“y/n what’s going on?!?”

“what’s going is that you got my daughter pregnant!” your mom yelled, tightening the vines. Damian groaned in pain as his emerald eyes widen in surprise.

“I… got her… pregnant?” he choked out.

“Mom let him go! You’re killing him!”

Ivy reluctantly brought him back to the roof and let him go. You ran towards him as he fell to the ground gasping for air. “Are you alright?” you asked him.

He nodded and looked at you. He got you pregnant and you didn’t even think to tell him. “How long?” he asked you.

“I’ve known for a week or two…”

“You knew and you didn’t tell anyone?!?!” Ivy shouted.

You helped Damian get up and looked at your mom. “Mom, I’m an adult. I don’t need you controlling my every move in life. So what if I’m pregnant.? Hmm? At least I’m here in Gotham with you and not in South America!”

“The blame also goes to me,” Damian said, “I… we should’ve been more careful. I’ll take care of her and my child.”

“What’s your family gonna say about this birdie?” Harley asked.

“Let me deal with them,” he answered. You looked at your mom nervously than at Damian. You didn’t think he would be this calm. At least your mom wasn’t trying to kill him again.

“Fine, but if you hurt her. I will find out. And I will make the rest of your life a living hell.” and with that, your mom left with Harley leaving you and Damian alone.

The both of you stood by each other in silence. Not knowing what to say. What is there to say anyway? Since it was obvious neither one of you were going to talk you decided to grow a random flower on the roof.

Damian observed your every move. He kinda admired you. Your mom was an ecoterrorist and your dad was a psychopath and here you were, acting like a normal person with powers. You didn’t let what your parents do get in the way of your life unless it was absolutely necessary. Like that time your dad released his toxin in the city, you didn’t sit down and do nothing, you helped clear the city.  And yet, you were seen as a threat.

“y/n, listen. If you don’t want me in your life I understand. But please let me at least help you,” Damian said breaking the silence.

“Help me how?”

“Get you out of the city, move you someplace safe. Where your dad can’t find you and no one can harm you.”

You thought about his offer. The moment your dad finds out you‘re pregnant with Damian’s kid he would do something insane to hurt him. Even if you were his blood.

“Fine. But, not too far away. I would still like to see my mom and Harley,” you said.

“Of course.”

- 1 year later -

You sighed in content as you lulled your baby to sleep. Ivy, Selina, and Harley had visited and they spent the entire day spoiling b/n against Damian’s orders. Not that that bugged you but Damian had trouble trusting your mom but after a while, he began to trust her a little. He still didn’t trust her enough to let you move back to Gotham. You moved to Bludhaven since there was at least one hero that Damian trusted there.

Once you were in your room you laid down in your bed and waited for Damian to get back from patrol. When the batfamily found out about your pregnancy with Damian they flipped. They all thought you were up to something until they saw Damian at the hospital freaking out after you had gotten in an accident. Someone had decided to mug you and you used your powers to defend yourself, but the amount of power you used caused you to pass out. Least to say the mugger had to put in a full body cast for a couple months.

You propped yourself up when you heard the bedroom window open. Damian slipped in quietly and closed the window before turning towards you.

“I thought you would be sleep by now?”

“b/n woke up, I just put them to sleep,” you said, “How was patrol?”

“A couple assassins, some complete idiots, and several low lives,” he said taking off his suit. You chuckled and laid back down.

“Something funny, n/n? Damian asked. You stopped laughing and covered your eyes.

“Nopeee,” you replied. You felt the bed shift as Damian uncovered your eyes. Damian leaned down, his nose softly brushing yours before kissing you.

“Mmhm. I love you, you know that right?”

“b/n loves you too.”

A minute later b/n started to cry. You sighed and pushed Damian off you. “Your turn love,” you said smugly.

“What?!?!”

“I took care of her all day today, your turn.”

Damian unwilling got off the bed and walked to b/n room. “I hate you,” he grumbled.

“Love you too!”