#so if you see a mistake no you didn’t

[chapel-of-rizztual]

It’s a kind of Magic

pairing: Polyghouls, Aether/Dew

word count: 2271

Copia burst into the ghouls den with urgency. He was on a mission to find one ghoul in particular. Aether. The…. Predicament he’d found himself in was one only Aether could help with. He searched around the ghouls den with speed, panic rising faster and faster in his chest the longer it took to find him. He burst into the ghouls library, the door slamming against the wall, making Aether jump with a small scream. 

“Papa?” He’s a little confused. He turns to face the older man from where he’s sat on the floor stacking books. 

“I-we- you see- I don’t-“ 

Aether takes in Copia’s appearance, he’s flushed, sweating and out of breath. A deep frown on his face. He looked concerned, scared even, liked he’d just witnessed something he shouldn’t have. 

“What is it.” 

Copia takes a deep breath.

“It’s Dew.” 

That gets Aether’s attention even more. He feels his heartbeat pick up a little as he stands up walks towards Copia. 

“Dew? Wh-what happened with Dew?” 

Copia stutters again, playing with his hand out of anxiety. 

“I-I don’t- something happened. In the chapel.” He takes a deep breath again. “Something happened to Dew in the chapel.” 

Aether feels panic clawing it’s way up his throat. 

“Something? Like what, something-“ 

“Something bad.” There are tears welling in Copia’s eyes. “Something really really bad.” 

Aether feels his heart drop into his stomach and his blood run cold. Blood rushes in his ear making them ring, his throat tightens and he feels like his legs might collapse under him. Something bad. Something bad. Something bad. The words ring like church bells in his ears. Something bad. 

“What- something bad like what?” He’s desperately trying to keep his composure. 

Copia shakes his head. “I don’t know, he won’t let anyone near him.” He grabs at Aether’s hand pulling him out the room and towards the chapel. “There’s a lot of people In the chapel and there’s whispers among them that he’s gone feral.” 

Aether takes a deep breath. Feral. If he was, that was it, he’d been sent back to the pits. That what had happened to Ifrit and Alpha. He wouldn’t even be able to say goodbye. They run down the corridors for the ministry, Aether fighting off tears, Copia obviously failing as there are now two black lines streaked down his face. 

The chapel, just like Copia said, is filled with people. Mostly siblings and ghouls but there’s a few unfamiliar faces in the groups. Aether spots his pack easily, Mountain makes it easy, towering above everyone. They’re stood underneath a stone balcony, the same balcony that Dew is crouched on like a gargoyle. His teeth are bared, a deep , nasty snarl coming from his chest, theres a little blood splattered on his face. His tail whips around angrily behind him. The velvet curtain to the left of his is completely ablaze. Shit. Aether pushes his way through the crowed, noticing scratches and claw marks on a few siblings. Shit. Aether feels panic rising in his chest once again. 

He reaches the rest of his pack, they’re all trying to talk to Dew, talk him down, calm him down, but it does nothing but rile him up more.  Dew growls, low in his chest and hisses at something Mountain said. 

He turns to Cumulus.

“What the hell happened?” 

Cumulus looks just a worried as he must, unshed tears welled in her eyes. 

“I have no idea.” She rushes. “We came in here to set up for the ritual, a couple of brothers were in here messing around and Dew just… freaked out about it. He lashed out at them, claws everywhere, hissing and growling.” She gestures up to Dew. “He climbed up there and set the curtain on fire so no one could follow him.” 

Rain turns to face him. 

“It happened so fast, before we could even try to stop him he was up there.” 

Mountain looks down at him, he’s got tears running down his cheeks already, gripping at Cumulus’ hand. 

“This is bad isn’t it, like Iffie and Alpha bad?” Mountain, like Aether, had seen ghouls go feral, and had seen what happens to feral ghouls. 

“I hope not.” Aether takes in the rest of the pack, all of them having similar looks of panic on their faces. “I hope to Satan its not that.” 

Aether moves to stand under the balcony, the heat from the fire nearly knocking him back. It’s obviously one Dew’s controlling, the flames staying controlled and not spreading around the chapel. 

“Dew? Dew, darling its just me, can you-“ 

He’s cut off by Dew hissing at him, baring his teeth even more, his ears pinned back flat to his head. 

“I know, it’s okay, I promise-“ 

He’s cut of again by Dew growling at him, swiping a hand down to try and scratch him. He shifts his hand, looking down at them before back at Aether, hissing at him once again. 

Aether takes a step back, observing Dew, a confused frown on his face. He always keeps one hand close to his chest, his eyes darting around the room anxiously before flicking down to his hands. There’s something in his hands. Aether feels himself sigh in relief and sags in relief a little. He’s not feral. He’s holding something. 

He turns to Copia. 

“You need to get everyone that isn’t the pack out of here.” He demands. 

Copia looks a little stunned at Aether.

“I-what?” 

“Dew’s not feral. He’s holding something and whatever he’s holding he’s protecting. And he’s violently protecting it.” Aether gestures to crowd that’s gathered. “They’re all freaking him out, it’s making him worse. They need to leave.” 

Copia nods, looking slightly anxious and begins directing the crowed out of the chapel the best he can. 

Aether turn his attention to Mountain.

“Do you still have a ladder in the green house?” 

Mountain looks away from Dew and faces Aether. 

“Uh- yeah I think so.” 

“Good.” Aether nods. “I need you to go get it.” 

Mountain doesn’t say anything just nods at Aether and heads out the chapel, Swiss following him. 

Aether sighs in relief as the chapel slowly empties. He looks back up at Dew noticing him Looking a little less on edge, he looks around the chapel less, focusing more on whatever it is in his hands. His tail flicks around less angrily. It’s a good sign. 

Mountain and Swiss return with a ladder in hand just as the last few reluctant siblings leave, being ushered out by Copia. Copia turns back to look at Aether, nervously playing with hands again. 

“Do-do you want me to leave as well?” 

Aether feels his heart soften. 

“Of course you can stay, you’re part of the pack.” 

Copia nods, looking a little unsure and goes to stand with the rest of the ghouls, in the middle of Mountain and Rain. 

Aether takes the ladder, propping it up against the balcony. Dew hisses and glares as Aether climbs up, getting closer and closer to him. He jumps from the ledge he’s been perched on and onto the well, keeping crouched and low to the ground. Aether very ungracefully climbs over the ledge and kneels down so his eye level with the small ghoul. Dew growls at him, shuffling further away form Aether, keeping whatever he’s holding clutched to his chest and out of Aethers eyeline. 

Aether shuffles closer as slowing as he can, Trying his hardest not to startle Dew anymore then he already is. Dew eyes him suspiciously, a scowl on his face, but he doesn’t growl or hiss this time. Progress. 

“Dew? I- What is it? What happened?” Aether tries to sound calm. 

Dew looks at whatever is in his hand, before looking back to Aether, the scowl on his face softening. 

“You have to promise not to freak out, okay?” He whispers. 

“Yeah, yeah, I promise-“

Dew shakes his head.

“No, you have to mean it. You have to really promise.” He looks down at his hands again. “This isn’t a ‘Dew’s fucked up’ kind of situation. This is a ‘Dew could possibly be sent to back to the pits kind of situation.’” 

Aether is a little stunned and little freaked out. 

“Dew, whatever happened it can’t be that bad-“

“Just promise me!” Dew snaps, the scowl back on his face. 

“I promise.” Aether makes a cross over his heart. “Hope to die and all that.” 

That seems to satisfy Dew as he nods, looking a little more calm. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his own nerves, looking at Aether for any signs of dishonesty on his face. Finding none he’s comfortable enough to slowly lower his shaking hand from his chest into Aethers eyeline, slowly revealing-

“Holy shit.” Aether gasped a little louder then he wanted. 

“I know.” Dew let’s out a wobbly laugh. 

“It’s not possible. It’s literally not possible.” Aether feels stunned, Looking at Dew’s hands with wide eyes. 

Dew’s holding a kit. A tiny kit, covered in fuzzy black fur. It’s little ears are presses closed against his head, it’s eyes aren’t open, it’s tiny black tail is wrapped tightly around Dew’s wrist. 

Aether watches as the kit wiggles around on Dew’s in hand, letting out a tiny mewl, obviously very unhappy about not being pressed into Dew’s warm chest anymore. 

“How? what-I don’t.” Aether is lost for words. 

Dew shrugs. 

“I think the brothers that we’re in here before us summoned him.” He looks down at the tiny kit with what Aether can only describe as heart eyes. “Accidentally or on purpose I don’t know. They were messing around by the summoning pit.” He strokes the kits head with his thumb. “I freaked out when I saw them holding him. I think I scratched one of them.” 

Aether looks around awkwardly.

“You scratched more then one of them.” 

“Oops, sorry.” Dew doesn’t sound a little bit sorry. 

He sits down, leading against the balcony wall, Aether follows, sitting next to him, watching the kit snuffle around in Dew’s hand, scenting the air. 

“I didn’t think kits couldn’t be summoned? Something about them being too fragile to get through the portal unharmed.” 

“I thought so too, but obviously not.” Dew hold the kit up to his face. “Unless someone gave birth to him and abandoned him? Or tried to send him to the pits themselves?” 

“I think that’s even more impossible then him being magically summoned.” 

Ghouls are unable to have kits on earth. Something about them having litters and overtaking human population. 

Dew giggles, watching the kit lift his wobbly head, sniffing around. 

“He can smell you.” 

Aether smiles, watching Dew gently pet the kit with his thumb.

“He?”

Dew hums.

“He’s a boy.” 

“He’s so tiny.” 

Dew rests his head on Aethers shoulder.

“I don’t think he’s more then a week old. His eyes aren’t even open yet.” 

They sit in silence for a few minutes, both happy watching the tiny kit knead at Dew’s hand with tiny paws, mewling every now and then. 

“What are we going to do with him?” Aether whispers. 

Dew ears pin back to his head immediately and he hisses, pulling the kit back to his chest. 

“We can’t send him back, you said it yourself kits are too fragile for the portal, it’s a miracle he even made it here alive.” 

Aether pulls Dew into arms, into a comforting hug.

“I wasn’t implying that we send him back. I just- do we keep him? What about the rest of the pack?” 

Dew rolls his eyes.

“Oh please. Like those saps don’t coo over the human kits in the nursery all the time. And Copia takes care of his rats like they’re his babies anyway.” He holds the kit back to his face. “They’ll all love him, I know they will.” 

Aether sighed. Maybe Dew had a point. He knows they’ve all spoken about having a kit if they could. Maybe this was their chance. 

“Do you know what element he is?” Aether asks. 

Dew smiles.

“He’s two elements.” 

“Oh? We’ve got a hybrid?” 

Dew hums in response.

“He’s fire and quintessence.” He holds the kit up to Aether. “He’s us.” 

Aether feels his heart melting out of his chest. The little kit lifts his wobbly head up once again, scenting the air, and squeaking. 

“He likes how you smell. Must have strong quintessence in him.” 

Aether doesn’t respond, just happy to hold Dew in his arms while Dew holds the newest addition to the pack. Dew licks across the kits back and head, scenting him and making all the fur in his back stick up in every direction. 

He giggles.

“Mohawk.” 

Aether can’t help but laugh. 

“You’re an idiot.” 

Dew giggles again.

“I know.” He turns serious. “His name is Magic.” 

“Magic?” Aether questions.

“Yeah. Like you said, He was magically summoned.”

Aether feels a lump in his throat form and tears well in his eyes.

“Magic. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.” 

“I agree.” 

They stay sat together for a little longer, magic curled up in Dew’s hand, sleeping happily. 

“You and Magic should get your little butts down that ladder and apologise to everyone for freaking them all out.” Aether says standing up. “You made Mountain cry.” 

Aether helps pull Dew off the floor carefully, so they don’t wake the sleeping kit. 

“Mountain always cries, that’s nothing new.” 

“I know, he’s a sensitive soul.” Aether hums. “You ready to introduce Magic to the rest of his parents.” 

Dew gets a giddy smile on his face. He was ready. He was more then ready. 

[artemyiss]

Geppetto, your boy is tangled in strings again . .

[berrybanana-arts]

“I’ve got my eye on you, Sixer.”

A little bit of menacing Bill and troubled Ford for Forduary! :)))

Edited the pencil drawing to fix some features, add detail and highlights, and push the contrast a little.

The unedited version! :))

Goofy thumbnail:

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: death mention / family death mention / ]

Mhmm I sure love thinking of the reality where we did get more time to really know Karai and her dynamics with the bros. Losing her hit hard in the finale, but it would’ve hit much, much harder had we known Karai longer and really saw her relationships develop with everyone.

I especially would have been interested in her dynamic with Leo, as past iterations often have the two of them clash in ideals and the like while still sharing many characteristics. Two sides of the same coin, and all that. Her specifically being the bros’ Gram-Gram also adds a whole new dynamic as well.

Imagine how interesting it would be, to have Karai start off on Leo’s side for once, showing wholly just how alike the two are at their cores and bonding as family without the worry of betrayal or animosity that other iterations suffer through, only to have Karai die anyway. Their parting hug and the desperate look of horror Leo wears later on would have hit that much harder, I feel.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Sonic wasn’t a stranger to off days. In fact, he had them a lot more often than most people realized, he was just really good at hiding them.

Maybe a little too good.

This day, however, was particularly bad.

He wasn’t sure why. He pretty much just woke up in a grassy field feeling like, well, shit and it felt a little more challenging to simply push down like he usually did. Even after a quick call with Tails — something that usually cheered him up almost immediately — he still felt like he wanted to disappear off the face of Mobius, never to fight in another battle or have the pressure of saving the world ever again.

He’d never admit it because he genuinely loves doing what he does, but it gets to him sometimes. He’s only fifteen years old, when did it become his responsibility for all this crap.

Sometimes he did wish he had a more simple life. Just him, his little brother, and his close friends living out their teenage (and little kid) years like normal Mobians.

However, the adrenaline junkie in him quickly kicks that idea in the ass. He didn’t think he could ever live without all the death defying stunts and risks that came with his current lifestyle. It just wouldn’t be as fun. Plus, doing what he does is the reason he has most of his friends in the first place.

He wouldn’t trade this current life for anything in the world, but it can still drag him down sometimes.

He closed his eyes and felt a gentle breeze surround him and dance among the blades of grass. The leaves of nearby trees rustling and flickies chirping were like distant symphonies as the sun’s warmth engulfed him.

He stayed like that for around thirty minutes, just basking in all that nature had to offer him this morning. Quiet moments like these were part of what kept him fighting. As long as Eggman was dead set on destroying areas like these, Sonic would be there to stop him.

After what felt like an eternity to the hedgehog, he got up and stretched. He looked around him, picked a random location, and took off running, hoping to leave his thoughts behind.

He ran for hours, occasionally stopping to check out a view or quickly help someone. But it didn’t matter how fast or how far he went, the thoughts always caught up to him.

Past failures, little comments made by the media that affected him a little more than they probably should, guilt he had stored up from past life choices, etc.

But nothing haunted him more than those dreaded six months.

Months of isolation. Not knowing if his friends were ok, if his baby brother was ok, The torture, the anxiety, the shackles. The illusions of his loved ones dying before his eyes over and over again and being mocked or yelled at by them.

The depression and nightmares that followed were almost too much for him to bear and he probably would’ve lost it if his overwhelming sense of guilt didn’t push him to stick around and help.

His friends weren’t mad at him for not helping them for most of the war. In fact, it almost felt like they were babying him in a way. Constantly asking he was okay and making sure he was comfortable whenever they had downtime. Even Tails was seemingly walking on eggshells around him which definitely made him feel some kind of way.

When the war finally ended, he disappeared for about two months. It was all too overwhelming.

He knew it was a selfish move, but Chaos forbid he makes one decision that solely benefits himself after that whole mess. He just needed to be alone and run off those six months.

No one was mad at him when he finally reappeared, the closest thing would be how worried Tails was.

He always did worry too much.

Everything slowly went back to normal. The war slowly became a thing of the past, just another victory over Dr Eggman.

So why was Sonic still so hung up over it?

A noise from his stomach stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks. He slowed to a stop somewhere on the shoreline and checked his communicator for the time. How was it already lunch time? Did he really spend that much time thinking about all that crap?

He sped off in the direction of the Mystic Ruins. Being around his brother always managed to make him feel at least a little better. Maybe it would be more effective than just simply calling him.

He stopped at the front door of the house and punched in the code.

It was quiet. There were no noises coming from the workshop downstairs. Was the kit even home? It would suck if he wasn’t, what would be the point of Sonic showing up if his little brother wasn’t even here. Where did he go?

A certain smell overrode all his thoughts as he walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a plate of chili dogs that were still warm (he could just tell).

He smiled. Tails was definitely home.

Right on cue, he heard the workshop door open and a certain two-tailed fox walked into the kitchen. The weight on Sonic’s chest became lighter as the two talked about whatever came to mind with Tails even suggesting a movie night later on.

Fondness grasped at his heart, giving it a tight squeeze. Somehow, Tails once again knew he was having a bad day just from a brief interaction hours earlier. He never once asked what was wrong or made the hedgehog to talk about his feelings, he just did little things like make him food and offer to spend time together doing pointless things and goofing around. He even said he was just working on blueprints today which Sonic knew was just in case he didn’t feel like talking or just wanted to be alone.

Sonic didn’t know what he’d do without this kid. He really did have the best little brother a hedgehog could ask for.

[slightly-depressed-sloth]

I am not immune to the trans shapeshifter, gay knight propaganda

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[tv1xx]

I’m a little late, but here’s a doodle of young Yusaku! Happy 7th anniversary Vrains!

[egginthepit]

I was inspired by the crawfish girl from TikTok

Mhin can’t take her (My OC) fucking anywhere without her befriending the first living thing she sees. The others just find it amusing

[phatcatphergus]

genuine question: when tubbo is building a town based on a joke about homophobia that SURGED from the fact that he was upset about fit and pac being together.... why does tubbo get to be upset when people call him homophobic?

like. legitimately HE hurt his relationship with fit and pac. HE hurt sunny's relationship with ramón. HE put a low price to his friendship and didnt trust his friends when they tried to reassure him or reach out to him before the date.

he keeps causing his own downfall -and is unknowingly causing his daughter's- and meanwhile, tubblings are villanizing literally everyone else while saying he has done nothing to deserve the treatment???

Okay well I think that this goes back to my post about misunderstanding how people understand their characters based on who they watch.

I think the main misunderstanding comes from the fact that he isn’t upset about being called homophobic. It’s the teasing and not picking up on his actual insecurities.  Ill use the joke yesterday as an example, he wasn’t upset that fit called him homophobic, he was upset that fit asked if foolish actually wanted to make a town with him. The homophobia joke went right over his head, because all he heard was fit, asking foolish why he would want to be friends with him.

Also, a lot of the damage between his relationship with fit and pac, and Sunny’s relationship with them comes from the fact that there’s a miscommunication on both sides. Sunny and Tubbo both feel like they aren’t part of the family and things that fit and pac say reinforce this narrative for them. Tubbo lashes out out of deep seeded fear and anxiety but no one sees past the “homophobic” jokey bit because he’s afraid of what people will say if he lets them see the real reason he’s upset. In turn, fit and pac treat him with surface level concern and unintentionally push him further away. Trying to set him up with Fred to cure his “loneliness” just made him think they wanted to pass him along to whoever would take him. They wanted him off their hands.

Also, it really shows that you’ve never been in a friend group or two people start dating because it does come off very differently afterwards.  things that you used to joke about you can’t joke about anymore and it is very two against one feeling even if it’s not intended to be that way. The main reason Tubbo was against fit and pac was because he’s afraid of them leaving him behind and not needing him anymore. I have a lot of posts on this so I’m not going to reiterate what has been said 1 million times, but qtubbos problem has never been people saying he’s homophobic. It’s always been his own insecurities and fears. 

The whole thing with Ramon being upset at Sunny and Tubbo was because it was a very surface level understanding of Tubbo wanting to disrupt the date. I’m not saying that Tubbo should have disrupted the date, but they were definitely much deeper feelings behind it that nobody addressed or understood.  sunny repeatedly talks about how she doesn’t feel like fit and pac don’t see them as part of the family from her own experiences. That’s not to say, Tubbo doesn’t have some influence, but overall it’s her own feelings and experiences that cause her to be uncomfortable with fit and pacs relationship.

Also, tubblings are just like any other fan base in the way that we will defend our creator above anyone else. I’m sure you do the same for yours (or you wouldn’t be in my ask box lmaoooo) and no one really takes time to understand the other side or leave people to make angst on their own. Tw whole thing really boils down to fandoms seeing everything through the eyes of their character. You’re going to see Tubbo being upset at homophobic jokes and causing problems because that’s how fit sees it, we will see Tubbo taking offense to the jokes and jabs because that’s how he sees it.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

am I late? maybe

sending you this one anyway

#14 phantom and rain

sending also a lot of love

-🪻

In all honesty, Rain should have knocked. He knows from experience that just walking into someone’s hotel room, especially after a show, was a bad idea. 

He heard it first, which should have been his first  indicator, little choked off whimpery moans. He was a fool to ignore them, he should have turned back then and there, but for some reason his brain wasn’t working. 

By the time he saw it, it was too late to turn back. Phantom was on the floor, on his knees, a thick white pillow wedged between his legs, as he rutted his hard cock against the soft fabric, with two fingers shoved deep into his mouth. 

“I-shit, Phant-I’m sorry.” Rain stutters, feeling his cheeks heat up with a blush. 

Phantom looks up at him with wet tear filled eyes.

“R-rain.” He whimpers around his fingers. “Help.” 

Rain can’t help the way his cock twitches in his pants. He drops to his knees in front of Phantom, watching as his cock drools onto the pillow. 

“What, what do you want-“ 

“Wanna cum-fuck- wanna cum, please.” He pulls his spit soaked fingers out of his mouth. “Rain, please.” 

“Yeah? You wanna cum, baby? Feels good to rut your cock into that pillow like that?” 

The tears that had welled in his eyes spill down his cheeks and he nods, shoving his finger back into his mouth, rolling his hips harder into the pillow. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing so good. So so good for me.” 

Phantom bites his lip, feeling heat pool in his belly. 

“Look at you, baby. Got me so hard just watching you, so hot.” 

Phantom moans uncontrollably, his head rolling back and his mouth drops open. 

“So desperate to cum, aren’t you?” 

Phantom whimpers around his fingers, pushing them deeper into his mouth, making a gargled sound. 

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, hmm? Make yourself feel even more good for me.” 

The look Phantom gives him reminds him a little of startled deer. 

“I-I can’t- I don’t- I’ve never-“ He stutters, his red cheeks deepening. 

“You’ve never even touched yourself? Ever? Not even once?”

Phantom shakes his head.

“Just use a pillow, feels good.” He pants around his fingers.

“Okay, keep going, just like that. That feel good?” Sucking harder on his fingers, phantoms hips fall into an unsteady rhythm. “Oh, such a good boy. You gunna cum, baby?”

Phantom nods, letting out a small growl, rutting his hips onto the pillow In a steady rhythm. “Yeah-yeah, please.” The heat that pooled on his belly springs tight, tight, tighter, until Phantoms thighs are shaking and he’s whining madly around his fingers, looking at Rain with big wet eyes.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy, come for me, darling. Make a mess, baby.”

All it takes is four thrusts onto the pillow and Phantom is spilling hotly onto the soft fabric and over his thighs a little. He cries through his orgasm, letting out desperate wet sounds and Rain coos at him, brushing his hair from his eyes.

“That's it, my good boy, aren’t you? Did so good for me.” He’s still sucking on his fingers as he comes down from his high, looking at Rain with tear-blurred eyes , rutting his softening cock onto the cooling cum on the pillow.

Rain smiles sweetly at him. “How about we get on that bed over there and I’ll show you how to touch yourself properly, hmm? I’ll show you what you’ve been missing?”

Phantom blinks, clearing the tears from his eyes. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting to his lips, and he smiles. “Yes please, daddy.”

[parachutingkitten]

Just a reminder that you did not like Kai's 'arc' this season, because he didn't have a character arc. He was the mentor figure in someone else's character arc. You just like Kai, and he was well written with a decent amount of screen time.

[psychopunky]

Bad Break Alt. Hospital Pick up

Here's a alt scenario for the hospital pick up scene in my fic Bad Break on AO3. It didn't make the cutting room floor and I scrapped it. Take it as I finish editing the last chapter.

Dude glanced at you before looking back at the road. The car puttered forward appearing to struggle with being on. “Well Cindy said she would stop by at some point. Guess you’ll just be stuck hanging with me.” “Oh the horrors.” You joked looking back at the road. The sight of your home coming into view soothed some anxiety that had settled into your stomach over the week. Dude parks the car, turning it off before getting out. Coming over to your side of the car he opened the door offering you his hands. With effort along with Dude’s help you got out of the car. Your legs are not really working well, making you limp a little when you walk. The wound in your side made getting up and down a challenge. With Dude’s help you made it inside your house. Your legs started to cooperate more with each step but it didn’t stop the soreness. Making it to your bed you flopped onto the bed letting out a sigh. Stretching out on the twin sized bed as Dude moved about the house. Dude stepped out before coming back inside with that damn plastic bag. Sitting on the ground next to your bed Dude leaned against your bed. He started digging through the bag pulling out your few personal items. Along with a mountain of paperwork from the hospital. Some of it wound care, others being long billing information. “What's the damage?” You ask rolling onto your side to look at Dude. As he flipped through the papers you moved closer. Ending up behind him trying to look over his shoulder without having to sit up. “About $2,500 dollars.” You let out a groan rolling onto your back. “Hey, count yourself lucky. Say here before insurance it was $5,000.” Rolling back over you sit up. Leaning over Dude you place your chin on his head. Slowly reaching over the papers he was holding. “I don’t have that kind of money.” You whined rolling onto your back. Dude dropped the papers on the floor not caring for them. Leaning his head back onto the bed he smiled up at you. Taking his glasses off fixing you with a mischievous look. “Oh really you? The little librarian isn’t sitting on a pile of cash?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he looks at you. You narrow his eyes at him reaching over and smacking the top of his head. “Hey I don’t even know if you have a job! For all I know you're a drug dealer.” “Dear if I was a drug dealer in this town I would be set for life. Sure as hell wouldn’t be living in a shitty trailer.” Dude started to shrug off his coat getting ready to settle down with you. “Ya you’d blow through your own stash before you sold it.” You poked back at him. Dude picked up his coat digging through it looking for something. Watching him uninterested for a few moments you frown. “Great, what do you have now?” “Weed, You just reminded me I have a joint somewhere in here.” Dude responded. He pulled out a metal mint tin. Popping it open a few cigarettes along with a few joints sat inside. Dude pulled a joint out before digging into his pants pocket pulling out a lighter.

“Want some?” Dude asked as he lit up. “No thank you, I am still on pain medication. Who knows what kind of effects that will have.” Dude looked at you taking a drag of the joint before speaking. “Goody two shoes, think of it like an adventure.”

“You mean one I wont remember.” You pushed back, closing your eyes. The room was silent once again with the occasional sound of Dude smoking. Closing your eyes to take a nap. The studio home slowly smelled more and more like weed. Not that it mattered you’d probably get contact high from Dudes smoking. Just as you started to fall asleep Dude spoke up. His deep voice stirs you from your half asleep state.

“So wanna tell me what actually happened to you?” Dude asked. Opening your eyes you looked over at him only to find him still sitting on the floor. Dude was taking a drag of the joint not looking at you. “I got mugged, did you forget already?” You teased wondering why he brought it up again. “Then why is your wallet in the bag?” Dude gestured to the plastic laying next to him. Your heart sank for a few moments before you spoke. “Probably they didn’t get it because Cindy and Sam came to help.” Dude finally looked at you. You could tell on his face that he didn’t believe you at all. “Who's Sam?” “Cindy's husband.” “I don’t think you’re telling me the full story.” You shrugged at Dudes words not knowing what else to say. A tense silence dragged on between you both, neither of you breaking eye contact. Dude opened his mouth to speak until a pounding on your door cut him off. Dude looked at the door but not before you caught a glimpse of irritation on his face. Before either of you could do anything the door burst open. Cindy stumbled inside slamming the door shut behind her. Her eyes are going straight to you and Dude. “Are you guys smoking right after you got out of the hospital?” She asked, heading over to the bed. You gave another shrug, not ready to argue with anyone today. Bad enough that you were growing sleeper by the second. “My body hurts.” You said Cindy put her hands on her hips giving you a disappointed parent look. “Anyway, what's up? You kinda stormed in here.” You tried to change the topic. Cindy shot Dude a look before she looked back at you. “Tiffany is out of jail on bond.” You choked at the words. Sitting up quickly looking down at Dude hoping he wouldn’t ask questions. Either the weed was working or Dude was thinking as he sat silent for a moment. You didn’t dare speak hoping he would not put the pieces together. Cindy looked between you both before she spoke again. “I can’t keep lying.” Cindy turned to Dude who just took another hit of his joint. He picked up the metal tin before stubbing out the joint as he blew out the smoke. “Tiffany is-” Cindy started before Dude cut her off. “That did all this.” His voice was matter of fact and calm. Dude stood up, turning to look at you fully. You went to stand up only for Dude to put a hand on your shoulder making you stay seated. He kept his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at you. “So you did lie to me.” Dude mumbled. Scrambling to speak, panic rising in you. Looking at Cindy for help but she just shook her head letting out an audible sigh. Looking back to Dude you spoke softly hoping to not upset him. “Dude … I didn’t do it to hurt you.” “I’m not hurt I’m fucking pissed.” Dude snapped back his voice harshly. His hand gripped your shoulder tighter. “That's why I didn’t want to tell you. I already caused enough problems between you and Tiffany.” Dude scoffed. “Who gives a shit?” “About your wife? Shouldn’t you give a shit?” You wondered if Dude just didn’t give a shit about his marriage any more. Reaching up you tried to push his hand away. His hand stayed firm, not moving when you pushed.

“Tell me everything right now.” Dude skipped over the topic of his wife. Cindy shifted on her feet, nervous energy flowing from her.

Letting out a defeated sigh your shoulders slumped.

“I went to your place to see you. When I saw you weren’t there I tried to leave only to be stopped by Tiffany. She called me a bunch of names, got pissed and attacked me.”

“With a crowbar.” Cindy added

“Thank you Cindy.” You said sarcastically looking over at her.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this in the first place?” Dude spoke through gritted teeth. His lips in a thin line frustrated clear in his green eyes.

“It wasn’t that important!” You protested. How were you being made the bad guy here?

“Not important?” Dude asked if his voice was low. He started to lean down to be eye level with you. Cindy however stepped in walking to the bed. Standing beside Dude who stood up straight, his eyes going to her.

“What’s done is done. Right now we need to come up with a game plan.” Cindy’s words had Dude and yours full attention.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Trying to shrug off Dudes hand once again. He gave your shoulder a squeeze not removing it.

“With Tiffany out we don’t know where she will pop up next.” Cindy turned her attention to Dude. “Have you heard from her?”

“No not since we got into a fight after that she went to her moms.”

“Right well last time she didn’t stay there so we have to figure out where to put you.” Cindy ended her sentence by pointing at you.

“My house.” You suggested not wanting to bug your only two friends more.

“No idiot, we need to keep you somewhere we can keep an eye on you.”  Cindy snapped back.

“Why not my place then.” Dude asked, looking down at you.

“That’s where Tiffany will go first. Also I don’t think that’s a good place for me to recover.” Looking up at him you rolled your eyes.

“Fine then my place.” Cindy said. She started marching around your house collecting things you’d need to stay at her place.

“Wait, I haven't even agreed.”  Dude sat down next to you. Dropping both his hands into his lap. 

“Like you have a choice.” Cindy quipped as she kept packing things away.

You watched Cindy move around the house. Looking over at Dude whose face was neutral you frowned.

“Listen I’m sorry I thought it was for the best.”

Dude looked at you before his shoulders slumped. Reaching up he ran a hand through his hair. “I need to be higher for this. I’m not mad at you, I'm pissed at that bitch.” 

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literally so done with rhaegar antis at this point. we know practically nothing about this character besides all the good things other characters say about him and the fact that robert baratheon hates him and says things about rhaegar that ned disagrees with. and robert baratheon is a pos so being hated by him only does favors for rhaegar’s character imo.

but somehow all these characters who think well of rhaegar are just lying. even though almost all of the characters who have spoken/thought well of rhaegar come from different families and have different allegiances. make it make sense. explain it to me like i’m five. what do jamie and ned have to gain by thinking positively about rhaegar? what about jorah? and barristan?

seriously. stop with the “prophecy obsessed freak” and the “rhaegar was mad” bs. none of this is supported in the books.

for 1) the prophecy is real! this is a fantasy series! and it’s very likely that jon snow (his likely son) is one of the azor ahai/prince that was promised figures! the other completely certain azor ahai figure is his own sister! so yes this prophecy seems to be centered around rhaegar’s family.

2) rhaegar being “mad” is not supported whatsoever. prophecies and magic are very real in asoiaf. so believing/trying to figure out prophecies is not an act of a madman. if anything, we should praise rhaegar for having the foresight to be actively concerned about this world ending threat! he was right. and one mention, if not the first mention, of the song of ice and fire comes from a vision in the house of the undying… from rhaegar. please remember what the title of this series is…

now, it is fair to criticize rhaegar for how he treated elia at the tourney at harrenhall. he was wrong there and that was a terrible thing to do to elia. however, saying that rhaegar was awful to elia throughout their whole marriage is not supported. and saying that rhaegar was awful to his children is not supported at all.

also, getting angry at a fictional character for needing a son to secure the succession to the throne is hilarious, especially since it was necessary for not just rhaegar, but also for elia to secure their own positions at court. they both needed a male heir, but elia needed to have a son more than rhaegar to secure her position. so why are people so mad that rhaegar and elia had aegon? andal tradition says that a son comes before a daughter and a daughter before an uncle… but aerys had viserys to threaten rhaegar with because aerys was king and had the power to change the succession. having aegon was very important for both rhaegar and elias futures and protected rhaenys position as well. just look at what happened to alys karstark when all of her male brothers were gone. she was almost usurped by her uncle. do you really think aerys would let the throne pass to a girl? aerys??

anyways, we don’t know enough about rhaegar and elias relationship to actually make any concrete statements about them, but, from danys house of the undying vision of rhaegar and (likely) elia, their relationship seemed fine and they seemed open with each other. not every marriage of duty ends in nedcat and five kids, but their marriage was clearly far from the robert and cersei nightmare.

another thing rhaegar antis love to harp about is how he is a pedophile. i’m literally so sick of it. rhaegar, someone who seemingly struggled with some form of depression, finally found some joy outside of a marriage of duty. the author himself called rhaegar a love struck prince. ned never thinks ill of rhaegar, even though if the stories robert baratheon would have us believe were true then ned would be the first character who thinks rhaegar is some sort of monster. but ned doesn’t. back to the pedo argument… anyways i have issues with the age gap as well. but i know where to lay my criticism. with george. he’s weird about ages and it pisses me off. however, i won’t let this change the way i see a character, especially since westeros doesn’t have any age of consent laws.

god just criticize george already.

but to be clear, rhaegar, a tragic character who died trying to protect his family, who’s daughter hid underneath his bed for protection, is not some monster. he was born in grief, lived in grief, found some joy, and died whispering the name of the woman he loved. that’s sad. and it’s horrible that he’s blamed for his family’s deaths even though he fought and died trying to protect them. and then robert baratheon sat on his throne and drunk and whored the realm into debt. thank you mr. boar. and good riddance. cersei slayed with this one.

now if you want to blame someone for the war and what came after, then blame aerys for his cruelty. blame brandon for his foolishness. blame robert for his warmongering. blame tywin for his monstrous actions. blame gregor and amory for their terrible violence.

stop blaming the guy who died trying to protect his loved ones.

and tbh, we literally have so little knowledge of what happened before the rebellion and after harrenhall. we just don’t know what happened between rhaegar and lyanna besides what george has told us and whatever small scraps we get in the book. we don’t know if it was a rash decision or if there was some plan in place when rhaegar and lyanna ran off. we just don’t know.

so please stop treating your headcanons like canon facts. especially when your headcanon isn’t supported anywhere in the books! it’s so tiring to see! i get it! you hate this character! whatever! but stop acting like what you’re saying is canon!

rhaegar is simply a ghost haunting the narrative. but his legacy lives on in dany and (likely) jon. and both of them are saviors fighting the good fight. and based on the descriptions we have of rhaegar, i can say that he’s likely very proud of his sister and son.

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A quick angsty buckley sibling spec fic for Mondays finale :’) 500ish words.

*spoilers / speculation for 6.18*

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The bridge collapse brings Los Angeles traffic to a stand still, and by the time Maddie’s made it through the seemingly endless stretch of vehicles between dispatch and the hospital, the one-eighteen have beat her there by more than an hour.

In the car her hands had shook—her trembling fingers drumming out an impossibly fast beat on the steering wheel as she fought to keep the tears at bay. She knows it’s bad, but she can’t be swayed from her mission. She has to get there.

She doesn’t remember parking the car (afterwards Linda will find it in the car park for her as she brings flowers and get well wishes from dispatch). She has no memory of the elevator up to the ICU, or racing around the maze of the hospital in search of familiar turnouts.

One minute she’s praying to a god she doesn’t quite believe in anymore, and the next, she’s standing at the end of a long pale blue corridor, staring at her brothers tall body slumped over the nurse’s station. Their shared surname—usually emblazoned and bright—barely visible through the grime and detritus.

His tall body is slumped over the nurse’s station, pleading with the person behind the computer. His words are lost to the clacking of keys and a ringing in Maddie’s ears but she can guess he’s desperate for news.

But she can’t even begin to focus on any of that, because as though he’d sensed his sisters anguish, he’d turned around. Only to reveal large blotches of blood, under a layer of dust and ash, and god knows what else.

Oh my god, she thinks, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as the words get caught in her throat. The air’s thinner here, isn’t that strange? Her mind whispers as she forgets how to breathe.

Her footsteps falter but Buck’s moving to the close the gap instead—his hands are outstretched now, approaching his sister like one might a skittish animal—projecting a smooth and steady and safe situation before her.

When he’s finally close enough to reach out to Maddie, he continues to telegraph his movements, but the moment the siblings make contact, the bubble of muffled voices bursts. The cacophony of sound rushes in around her, and as suffocating as that can be, her lungs finally expand once more. She heaves in a stuttered breath, dizzy with panic as she tries to find the words.

“Is that—?” She can’t say it, she can’t.

Buck can hardly hide his crushed expression, and he adjusts his position before he speaks, keeping a gentle but firm grip on his sister’s forearms as he ducks down a little to her level.

“It’s not—it’s not mine, Mads,” he tells her, his voice hoarse and tired, close to breaking as he says the words. Their implication however, is clear as day from the misplaced guilt she can see hiding in her brother’s eyes, and the terrible twisted knot she’s felt in her stomach since Sue insisted she head to the hospital for an update.

It’s only when Maddie’s knees give way under the heavy onslaught of anticipatory grief and fear, like an albatross tied around her neck, that she realises her brother had moved in close to specifically catch her when she fell.

And as they’re joined by the rest of their family and friends—all waiting for news on Chimney’s critical condition until the early hours and beyond—Buck never leaves her side.

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From @jegulus-microfic’s prompt - camera (752 words)

“So that’s….a camera.”

“Yes I can see that,” Sirius grits out, a look of pain coming over his face.

“It’s not what it looks like!” James rushes out, cringing slightly because it’s exactly what it looks like.

“Really? Cause it looks like a video camera pointing directly at the bed you share with my baby brother.” Sirius wrinkles his nose as he speaks, choosing to look up only at the ceiling as he breathes out a frustrated sigh. 

James begins to protest but with the glare Sirius sends him as he opens his mouth he opts instead to hang his head shamefully and shuffle over to move the incriminating camera away, “ok it’s exactly what it looks like, but in my defence I told Regulus to put the rest of it away before you got here!” 

“The rest of it?” Sirius asks slowly, narrowing his eyes as James halts all movement.

“Um…well…you see..” James swallows roughly like a deer caught in headlights, fiddling with the buttons off the camera as his eyes reflexively dart towards the bedside cabinet where they keep their other….toys.

Sirius’ head instantly snaps towards where James’ guilty gaze falls, his eyes darting rapidly between the bed, the camera, and the locked drawer, all whilst James struggles to find the button to unhook the camera from the stand. 

It’s obvious when Sirius connects the dots as the scandalised gasp that falls out of his mouth is enough to make James squeeze his eyes shut and just hope the ground swallows him up before he can do any further damage.

“Eurgh! Fucking hell- alright just, stop talking before this gets any worse.” Sirius says rubbing at his eyes. 

“Oh come on Pads it isn’t that bad-“ 

James’ words are cut off when his thumb swipes a random button and the sound of Regulus’ moans begin to blare through the room. 

James and Sirius can only stare at each other in open mouthed horror as the reality of the situation dawns upon them and the chance of escape dwindles to nonexistent. 

“Fuck!” Regulus’ shout blasts out at volume startling James into action as he fumbles and fails to turn the blasted video off, whilst Sirius seems to fall into a catatonic state of simply staring straight faced at the mess James makes of the camera as Regulus’ voice fills their unwilling ears, “James, please, just- oh. oh!” 

It’s as the sound of Regulus’ orgasm from the previous night continues to blare through the room and Sirius is yet to make any humanely movement in response, that James decides he’s had enough and simply picks the stand up, camera still attached, and throws it directly out the open window. 

The sound of the camera crashing in the back garden lingers painfully in James’ ears as he and Sirius proceed to stand in the room, for who knows how long, in the most prolonged and awkward silence he has ever known, with Sirius still doing a flawless imitation of a traumatised sort of statue and James unable to meet his eyes for fear of getting punched. 

“So-“ James attempts to break the silence.

“Unless you want me to be the next thing that flies out that window do not say one more word.” Sirius grits out still not able to meet James’ eyes. 

James can only nod in response as he fights the urge to start word vomiting in response to the nerves now overcoming his body as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

Sirius shakes his head after a moment of more torturous silence and gestures lightly for James to follow him. “Come on, let’s just go downstairs.” He breathes out. James follows quickly but stops in his tracks when a sudden thought comes to mind.

“Pads,” James starts as Sirius halts at the doorway, “Could you just do me one favour and promise not to tell Regulus? I think he’d kill all three of us if he found out you heard….that.” James asks, cautious with his choice of words. 

“Yeah at this point I wouldn’t really be so opposed to that,” Sirius says leaning his forehead against the doorway, “but yeah I agree, Reg should never know.” 

James breathes out a sigh of relief at that, making a move to follow Sirius out the door when the new sound of Regulus’ not so happy voice trails up from out the window. 

“JAMES! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE CAMERA?!” 

…

“Shit.” 

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thought it’d be fun to redraw this page because i think it’s just cute as hell. look at them, they’re adorable

(and uh, ignore the watermark on the actual manga page, i can’t find a version without it ;-;)