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ྀིྀི.˚ jax headcanons

a complication of general & relationship jax headcanons

↳ before you read: lowercase intended, gn reader, written after ep 5 - before ep 6, ooc jax (?), terribly rushed, not proff read.

first of all; this guy is a massive jerk, he knows it, you know it, we all know it and it's a fact. nobody really likes him besides perhaps pomni, everyone else tolerates him; 'cause what can they do about his antics?

let's not forget about the fact that he has keys to everyone's room, he pranked everyone at least once. i'd like to say that he pranked ragatha and gangle the most. kinger is the one whom jax pranks the least.

he secretly cares about everyone, as i said before he has the keys to everyone's room, he has them not only for his stupid pranks but for emergencies as well. he was once too late to help his friend ribbit (the character that we saw on the door in ep5) and couldn't get to open the door. imagine you couldn't help the only person who truly cared for you in this forsaken cirsus. imagine knowing that they're getting abstracted on the other side of the door and you can't do anything about it.

build his walls up high, if you were to break them to see the true him it'd take a while. he hides his insecurities and problems behind his obnoxious personality, yet deep down he wants to be heard. he wants to be comforted but he wouldn't take the comfort well, generally would be really awkward about it.

despises crying in front of anyone, despises voicing his needs, despises talking about his past life in a serious manner, despites being ignored even though everyone is telling each other to just "ignore him".

canonically he's the youngest in the cirsus; he's twenty-two (22) so theoretically he had it the worst as he had the whole life ahead of him just for it to be taken away in the blink of an eye. he could've start his own business, start a family, explore the world and so much more, but again everyone in the cirsus had to experience the shock of the new world, new body, new name and the unfortunate memory loss.

in the real world he'd listen to msi, have black nails and be the type of person to work night shifts. :p

he journals to keep his sanity!! tried to keep track of the days trapped in the cirsus but lost track after a few months. at first he used to journal everyday but he rarely writes anything in it these days, but when it does you bet he'll write out like 3 pages. has a small list of what everyone is startled by and a small list of all of caine's adventures.

he is really expressive, his ears show his emotions really well and he gestures with his hands all the time when he talks, often exaggerating everything. body language can tell you everything!!

him catching feelings for someone in the cirsus would be extremely rare as he really doesn't take the digital world seriously, but it is possible; a really really slow slow burn. now he wouldn't even realize when he caught feelings for you, it just slowly progressed into something more than friends.

I like to think that the moment he realized he had a crush on you is when he was journaling and started writing about you, a lot about you or someone like ragatha or zooble point his obvious different behaviour when it comes to you.

its subtle but it's there: the way his voice slightly softens when talking to you, the way he always soughts to be at your side, the way he's staring at you from across the room, the way his pranks are even more harmless, the way he doesn't actually walk into your room and makes obvious loud noises to signal that he's here; he wouldn't knock though.

jax's love language is quality time and acts of service. he is very observant, he already knows you will need something before you do.

terrible at giving affection, even worse at receiving it. PDA is a no no for him unless he is the one who initiates it. please don't hug him out of the blue in front of the others, poor boy will be so awkward and flushed. HOWEVER he loves giving you suprise kisses, hugging you from behind, silently telling everyone you're his. and he is yours.

A TEASE, talks big but if you tease him back? he might actually explode.

twirling strands of your hair around his fingers, playing with the hem of your clothes, a hand on your waist, on your back is how he expresses his affection and love for you. further into the relationship he'll get more comfortable with bigger acts of affection like hugging and kissing.

actually goes crazy over how you see him, it was the worst in the crushing state. he doesn't want you thinking badly of him, he doesn't want you listening to others how terrible he is. his mood WILL change whenever you're mad at him. he will try to apologize in his own way, acting like its not that big of a deal in front of you knowing damn well he couldn't sleep because of it and sweated his ass off.

wouldn't know how to comfort you if you started crying in front of him or he found you crying in your room or really anywhere in the cirsus. would just look at you first, stare. you'd think that he's judging you but he really doesn't know what to do. after a while he'd just sit next to you and wait for you to open up or tell him to fuck off. he genuinely doesn't want you abstracting, anyone but you.

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DP was like an og fandom of mine on tumblr, back in the day ppl tried to use the phandom tag which was a mix of danny phantom, phantom of the opera, and dan & phil stuff, woe betide anyone who was scrolling through a blog that used #dp to keep track of danny phantom stuff because you were one misclick away from getting a feed full of double penetration XD

RN the fandom im most active in is Transformers, most ppl in that fandom use #Maccadams (in reference to an in universe bar Maccadam's old oil house ) because the actual transformers tag is so flooded with other stuff

Ppl will still tag their posts & reblogs as transformers for sorting on their own blogs etc just include the additional tag when making the original post

This works pretty well for if you just wanna find posts about giant robots however if you wanna find posts specifically about the bot named Maccadam well you're kinda shit out of luck

I sympathise with lex's original grievance since it's the same issue i have with all the incredibly inconsistently tagged XReader content, i have thousands of variations of x reader / (character) x reader filtered because I don't want to see those posts but none of the writers ever use an umbrella tag

(if you want to see examples id suggest looking up the Jujutsu kaisen fandom or demon slayer fandom or any of its male characters' tags, I sometimes scroll for minutes while looking for posts to queue because XD)

Danny Phantom is the umbrella tag for the show & also the main character which compounds the problem here, trying to dictate to people whether they're allowed to use the main characters' superhero name in their posts is just not going to work so the only real way to move forward here is adopting using subtags in addition to the umbrella tag

So including #dponly on original posts in addition to the main/umbrella tag while asking people to use a tag like #dpxover on any crossover content on their og posts to allow people to filter specific posts without having to block a million different variants of a tag

Atm when i reblog/queue a post i usually tag it DP & if it's a crossover the other relevant fandom + a DPxtag since i usually try to keep tags as sort as possible but still wanna allow people to filter stuff if they follow me or scroll my blog but I'll definitely be including a subtag for baseline dp or crossover dp in any of my original posts going forward + the dpxover tag for any crossover stuff

I'm also in a lot of very small fandoms about kids shows that aired the same decade as Danny Phantom & ironically in their tags on here & especially their AO3 works a huge number of works are crossovers with Danny Phantom(& often a long list of other shows) where they're side or background characters XD so this honestly feels a little like karma to me

To give an example with of some of those fandoms The Secret Saturdays or American Dragon: Jake Long

TSS has 211 works on ao3 only 87 of those works are not crossovers (33 of those 124 crossovers are dp crossovers, TSS did actually have a crossover episode with one of the Ben 10 shows so that's where the majority of those crossovers came from)

While AD has 458 works with 161 of those being crossovers with Danny Phantom (also of note AD had a crossover episode with lilo & stitch but only about 10 works include both shows on ao3, only 142 works are not crossovers)

I use ao3 as examples here because it's easy to grab the numbers, as you can imagine scrolling those fandom tags on here are usually dominated by crossover content which is another reason i advocate for a general catch all Danny Phantom Crossover subtag like #DPxOver in addition to the #DPonly tag

Also watch TSS & AD so i can drag yall into eldritch dragon with a destiny/prophecy about them angst/existential horror

This would be used in addition to the danny phantom tag, turning it into a true umbrella tag for everything related to Danny Phantom, while having a few major sub-tags for people to find exactly what they want.

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After some more discussion with members of the fandom in the notes of my poll asking about a community and elsewhere, it seems like the better option for everyone might actually be a new tag, so I'm making a new poll here!

Some answers to questions I think people might have are below the readmore:

Q: Why are all of these only one word?

A: For the same reason the dpxdc tag is only one word! Tumblr's tagging implementation is Not Good. Tags with spaces don't play well with it, and especially don't play well with blocked tags. If someone wants to block non-crossover Danny Phantom content, we want to make it as painless as possible for them.

Q: What issues were raised around communities?

A: A few! To name some of them:

Limited interactions with posts: Communities only let you react with emoji and leave comments on posts reblogged into them. Not great, if we want to have long reblog chains riffing on one another

Original Posters aren't notified if someone else reblogs their post into a community, even if it's public. So if someone reblogged your post into the community for you, you wouldn't know about it -- or know to look for people interacting with it.

Communities have mods, and therefore would need trustworthy, engaged mods to make it work. Over a short time frame, we could probably manage it! But over a longer one, a community for an entire fandom would probably have moderator drama. That could lead to fracturing, or people leaving specifically because they don't like the mods, etc. A tag is a lot less active maintenance.

A few people also expressed a general dislike for the feature, even if they were willing to move to one. This seems like a much smaller change that will let those people stay away from a feature they don't like, while interacting with the content they do.

Q: What about less-common crossovers? Won't those get excluded from this tag?

A: They will. I'm asking about this poll first because I figured getting the community to make a decision about the other crossovers would be easier if we'd already decided on the non-crossovers.

The current idea is to move those to their own tag as well, so they can get dedicated attention from the crossover enthusiasts who love them. One of the people I talked to about this runs the niche-dp-crossovers blog, so it's on the radar. If you have concerns or suggestions about that, the notes on this post is as good a place as any to suggest them!

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 15

FIFTEEN: Test of a Broken Heart

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x READER

Summary: You return to the row house for something that you forgot, but find more than what you bargained for.

cw: MDNI- 18+ ONLY, dark themes, profanity, angst, violence, descriptions of violent acts, allusions to sex trafficking and SA- threatened not committed, blood/gore, implied death of a character

(Notes: MIND THE TAGS! 🚨☝️☝️☝️🚨 You've been warned. Read at your own risk!)

mdni banner: @saradika-graphics

CHAPTER 15

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"You never know what's in a person's heart until they're tested, do you?”

― Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

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Your bags banging against Simon's front gate, you hold tight to Fiona's hand as she hurries down the walk.

Your heart is a flailing, mangled thing that seems determined to break free of its cage. You clutch at it as you stumble along after her, too shell-shocked to muster a coherent thought. Tears welling, you allow yourself to be led, not really caring where she takes you now.

Fiona mutters curses under her breath all the way back to her car, then circles you both 'round to the boot to toss in your bags.

"Don't worry, Dee. We'll come back for the rest of your stuff later."

You nod, complacent, until you recall that there is something that you can't leave without.

"Nan's recipe box," you mutter, eyes darting back to Simon's open front door.

Fiona glances up, frowning. "Wha's that, ya say?"

Anxious, you grip her forearm. "I have to go back. I left my nan's recipe box."

Fi shakes her head. "'S not a good idea, luv. We'll come back for it tom—"

"No! I don't care about the rest of my stuff, but I can't leave that behind. It's all I've got left of Nan."

Before Fi can stop you, you turn and run back to the row house, ignoring her urgent pleas for you to come back. Entering the dark foyer, you chance a quick glimpse up the stairs as you hurry towards the kitchen, trying and failing not to think about what Simon and Peach are doing up there. It feels like an axe cleaving your heart in two, the sense of betrayal weighing heavy, slowing you down.

You thought you meant something to him. Maybe not like a girlfriend, but something more significant than a bloody housekeeper!

The thought gets your ire up, gets your blood pumping.

"You and your slag can both fuck off," you mutter to yourself as you reach for the old chocolate tin that holds all of your nan's hand-written recipes.

You keep it atop the refrigerator, so you have to stand on your tippy-toes to reach it. Ri used to—no, sorry for the mistake—Simon used to get it down for you, but he's too busy shagging his American tart to be bothered with the likes of you. The heartless prick.

Grr! For a little bit you'd march upstairs and bang on his bedroom door to interrupt them, just to be a petty bitch. Of course, you won't; couldn't bear it, to be honest. From the thumping and bumping going on above your head right now, they probably wouldn't hear you anyway, the manky twats.

With a strained grunt, you finally scoot the tin close enough to the edge to grab hold and pull it down. Huffing out an angry breath, you turn and stomp back to the kitchen door, shoving your way through it, not caring if they hear you anymore.

Another thump sounds above your head and you cast a venomous glare at the ceiling. What the bloody hell are they doing up there? Are they shagging or beating the shite out of each other? Ugh! You hope they get stuck together like a couple of humping dogs. Would serve them both right!

Feeling nauseous, you hurry past the staircase, grimacing in disgust. It's when you reach the front door that you are finally able to hear Peach screeching. She must be putting on a hell of a show. However, it's what she screams that brings you up short. You only catch the tail end of it, but it's enough to stop you in your tracks.

"...gutted him like a fuckin' pig!"

What the fuck?!

You literally jump when you hear another loud thud as Simon roars something back that's unintelligible. You stare, agape, up the flight of stairs.

Christ, are they actually trying to kill each other?

There's more loud thumping and banging about, while Peach shrieks like a banshee. The sound turns your blood to ice water in your veins, chilling you to the bone. Simon bellows again, then you hear a heavy thud that literally rattles the house.

Oh, Jesus!

Scurrying up the stairs, you can hear Peach talking and Simon grunting, but not in a sexy, getting shagged sort of way. No, he definitely sounds like he's in pain. A lot of pain. Frozen in shock, you stand outside his closed bedroom door and listen.

"...knew ya were playin' me. Ya think I'm stupid?! I heard ya on the phone, ya dipshit. Poor Si, all worried over his pathetic little doll."

You jerk back, shocked at her words. There's a pause of silence after, followed by another pained grunt from Simon, then Peach let's out an evil chuckle.

"Ooh! That's gotta hurt, huh?" A maniacal cackle bursts out. "Oops! Think I might'a nicked an artery, big guy. You're makin' such an awful bloody mess. Maybe I'll go get Deedee to clean it up. Think she could stomach it?"

You feel every hair on your body stand on end. You're too afraid to even breathe.

"You... stay away... from her!" Simon pants out in a furious but pained growl.

"Or what? You gonna try and stop me?" She scoffs out a derisive laugh. "I'm gonna watch you bleed out like the fuckin' pig you are, then I'm gonna hunt your little bitch down and bleed her dry, too! But I'm gonna take my time with her."

"I'll fuckin' kill ya... if ya... touch her!"

Terrified, you hear what sounds like someone using a side of meat as a punching bag, accompanied by more of Simon's pained grunts.

She's hurting him! She said he's bleeding! You've got to do something before she kills him!

Your eyes rove around the hallway, but there's nothing of use but some framed art prints hanging on the walls. You could bash her over the head with one, but you doubt it would do much damage. You need something more lethal than a cheap Van Gogh print in a plastic frame.

Darting into your room, you feverishly glance around in search of some sort of weapon.

A book? No.

A potted plant? Better, but still not good enough...

Aha! A pair of scissors on your desk catches your eye, and you snatch them up. You can't think about what you'll have to do with them in order to save Simon. If you do, you'll hesitate, then you and Simon both are doomed. Peach is a soldier just like Simon—a trained killer. You'll get only one shot at this. You fail, you both will probably die.

Not paying attention, you're hurry towards the hallway, only to catch your toe on an antique door stop sitting next to the open doorway. Pain radiates out from your stubbed toe as you hobble sideways, biting your tongue to hold in the curse words ready to burst out of your mouth.

Christ, that hurt!

You glare down at the offending hunk of iron, wanting to pick it up and hurl it at the wall, at least until a better idea of what to do with it suddenly pops into your head.

Picking it up, you heft it in your hand to test its weight, then creep out into the hallway and slowly open Simon's door.

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Simon is barely conscious, his blood pooling in an ever-widening circle underneath him.

Peach got him good, stabbing him first in the shoulder, which incapacitated his dominant arm, then landed a jab on his inner thigh when he charged at her. She's given him several more little pokes with his blade since he went down, but those two are the worst. From the amount of blood he losing, she may very well have nicked his femoral artery, just as she suspected, which means it won't take long for him to bleed out.

Ironically, it's the drugs she roofied him with that probably slowed down his heart rate enough to slow down the flow of blood. That's not going to save him, though. He needs to take her down, before he's too weak to move at all. He blinks, shakes his head like a wet dog. He's got to stay awake.

Peach is standing over him, admiring her handiwork after flipping on the overhead light. She's taunting him, babbling out insults that he ignores, at least until she mentions you. A new burst of adrenaline floods his system, but it's too little, too late. His limbs feel like they're made of lead. He can only manage a fumbling swipe that misses its mark. Seething, he slumps back against the wall.

"You... stay away... from her!"

Eyes that shine with madness squint down to glittering slits as she smirks at him.

"Aww," she pouts in mock sympathy. "Still tryin' to fight, even to your last breath. How heroic. It must be tearin' ya up inside, imagining what I'm gonna do to her, huh?"

Simon shuts his eyes to block her out. She won't get to you. Price and Ollie will see to that.

"She's got ya all tied up in knots, doesn't she? Who'd uh thunk it, you fallin' for a pathetic little thing like her." She shakes her head and giggles. "Maybe I'll sell her to the Russian mafia instead of slitting her throat, like I planned. She can be their new sex toy. Bet they'd enjoy eatin' up a sweet little piece of meat like her. Wish you weren't dyin', big guy. I'd love to make you watch what they'll do to her."

Sick fuckin' bitch. If he could, he'd crush her fuckin' skull like a walnut and enjoy the fuck out of it. Simon grits his teeth and keeps his eyes closed, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

A hard slap sets his bare cheek on fire, waking up his deadened senses. He glares up at her and snarls.

Peach scoffs out a laugh. "Come off it, big guy. I've been watchin' you two for awhile. Ya went soft for her, didn't ya? And you're not even gettin' any pussy from her!" She giggles. "Thought that ya were bangin' her until I trailed ya to that whore in Soho. Gotta say, big guy, it's kinda fucked up that ya pay to fuck a whore that looks like her."

Simon's ready to end this. He's getting weaker by the second and soon he won't be able to move at all. He'll go for her legs, take her down and hope he's got the strength to snap her fuckin' neck. If not, he'll have to rely on Price to take her down. He sends up a silent prayer to whatever god or demon is listening that Ollie keeps his doll safe until Price gets the job done.

Damn, I wasted so much time. I coulda been wiff her, but 'm a bloody coward. Give anythin' just t'see her again. My pretty li'l doll...

Simon thinks his dying brain must be conjuring up hallucinations of his sweet girl, because there you are, standing right behind Peach and fuck! Do you look pissed.

"Think ya've about had it, big guy. You're startin' to fade out on me." She leans down and pats his pale cheek. "Don't worry, though. I'll make sure you're good and dead before you're buried this time. No more do-overs, asshole."

Simon smiles, oblivious to her. He only has eyes for his doll. He wishes you'd smile at him, too. He loves your smile...

He tilts his head, confused, when he sees you raise your arm above your head and draw it back. You've got something in your hand. It looks like that butt ugly door stop you found at an estate auction a few weeks ago. He made fun of it the whole way home, told you it looked like some sort of deranged toad with those ridiculous googly eyes glued onto its face.

Peach sneers at his amused expression. "What's the matter, Ghost man? No last words? Cat got your tongue?"

He grunts out a raspy laugh. "Not a... cat," he chuckles, barely above a whisper. "It's a... deranged... toad."

Peach draws back, a look of confusion puckering her forehead. "Deranged toad?" she giggles. "What the fu—?"

Simon let's his eyes drift shut. That's when he hears it, a sound like an egg shell cracking under a boot heel. Crunch! He twitches when he feels warm, sticky drops splatter across his face. Peach makes a weird gurgle in the back of her throat then goes blessedly silent as her body crumples to the floor. Distantly, he hears you grunt, then the soft, wet squelch of penetration.

That's my girl. Your perfume wafts up his nose like a sweet breath of heaven as you fall to your knees beside him, panting.

"Ri? Open your eyes!"

(thump-thump)

Ahh! That sweet voice. Fuckin' love the sound of your voice, even when you're yellin' at me. You must still be pissed at him. 'M so sorry, doll, but I did it to protect ya...

"Ri! Wake up!"

(thump-thump)

He relishes the feel of your soft hands on his scarred skin. They're soft as petals and so warm. Feels like sunshine on my face. Christ, when did it get so bloody cold?

"Ri—love, please..."

(thump-thump)

Shh... Why you cryin', sweet'art? Please don't cry...

"Don't leave me, Ri! Oh, God! Please... SOMEBODY HELP!!!"

(thump... thump)

Hate it...

(thump... ... thump)

when you...

(thump... ... thump)

cry...

(thump... ... ... thump)

doll...

(... thump—)

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Tenna the Lightner

So I just did a replay of chapter 3, finding all the little things I missed the first time (like Tenna's Pipis Room embarrassingly enough), but there's a thread I've noticed throughout this whole playthrough:  Tenna is one WEIRD Darkner.  Like, weirder than most.  I'd even go as far as to suggest he might not even fully be a Darkner at all, at least not in his own mind.

Something to note is that while a lot of Darkners seem to know their own histories, and to be at least aware of the Light World and their object forms, it's not until TV World that we really see how deep that knowledge goes.  King tells us how he was betrayed by the Lightners and of his desire for revenge, but doesn't say much about them beyond that -- as if he's only aware of Lightners as a concept, unknowable gods whose presence can no longer be felt.  Queen, also, explicitly sees Lightners solely as their search history, and as a computer she doesn't really...interpret those searches correctly, to say the least.  Even Spamton and the other Addisons, whose entire existence revolves around advertising specifically to Lightners, don't seem to be too aware of them beyond their job.

But Tenna.  Oh boy.  Tenna LIVES more in the Light World than the Dark World.  Let's begin with the biggest piece of evidence:  This image.

This stopped me in my tracks when I first played chapter 3, because of how out of place it is.  Even with TV Worlders in general being slightly more aware of Kris and the rest of the Dreemurr family than other Darkners, this image and Tenna's accompanying comment stand out as the first time ANY Darkner has proven they can perceive the Light World directly.  Spamton had a blue sky and a sun painted in his shop, things that don't exist at all in the Dark World, but not an actual photo like this.  How in the world did Tenna even get this picture of himself, I wonder?  Did he have a Shuttah snap it while someone was carrying a mirror nearby?  However it happened, the important part is TENNA CAN SEE THE LIGHT WORLD.  And in particular, HE CAN SHOW IMAGES OF IT TO OTHER DARKNERS.  Note that, at the beginning of all three boards, he shows (or has Mike show) photos including blue skies and sun, more than likely where Spamton got his own idea of "Heaven" to paint.

More rambling under the cut; I'm just getting warmed up here.

There's also the fact that, while other Darkners will acknowledge their Light World forms and even where they're located -- Queen straight-up saying she's a computer, Pippins mentioning they've been lost in the couch, that one Zapper that knew he was from Catti's house, Lancer and Rouxls hopping into your inventory as playing cards -- Tenna is also the first Darkner to identify and talk about his Light World form as if it's his own body, right down to saying he'd join in adventures if he wasn't plugged into the wall and that he'd look better with a tan -- his LIGHT WORLD form specifically would look better with one, that is.  He also isn't just limited to knowing about and identifying as his Light World form, either, if he really switched on that music video himself after you give him to Mettaton -- aside from...whatever was going on with Spamton and that glitch egg Noelle encountered in her game, we haven't seen any evidence at all that other Darkners are able to take any physical action on their own, outside of the Dark World. If Tenna can change his own channels, which would necessate physically turning his own dial, and possibly even use this ability to communicate with Lightners in some sapient way as I've seen LOTS of fanartists suggest, it's an ability unique to him!

There's also another moment where he shows more extensive knowledge of the Light World than any other Darkner we've yet encountered, one I think is even more damning:

If you get S-rank on either board and access the special dressing room, Ramb reveals to you that Tenna reprogrammed the video games he has you play himself, using an existing video game as a base.  It looks like that wasn't all he was able to do with this skill, though -- while the above effort is clearly unfinished given that you can easily glitch it out with the camera, it's still scarily accurate for someone who's stuck plugged into the wall in the living room, and stuck as a Darkner unable to explore the Dreemurr house on his own.  Again, I wonder how he got this knowledge -- did Kris share their house layout with Tenna at some point?  Did Shuttah snap photos of the rest of the house?  Did Tenna, as my friend suggested, send a bunch of Pippins on an expedition to roll across the floor into the kitchen?  Regardless of how he got the knowledge from his limited vantage point, Tenna knows his own house very well, in a surprising amount of detail at that, and he specifically reprogrammed a game to be able to explore it himself.

I think that's the key to my theory:  Tenna wants to know about and explore the house he inhabits, and not the Dark World created from it.  Hell, he barely has ANYTHING to do with his own Dark World -- at certain points in the chapter, a Shuttah will describe what things were like before Tenna came, and what lies beyond his studio.  At one point they describe a "great wilderness" that's clearly supposed to be the kitchen -- "frozen waste" (the refrigerator), "watery basin" (the sink), and "metal desert" (stove or oven), as well as the "purple cliffs" that are definitely supposed to be either the couch or stairs.  At another point towards the end they mention others who left for "the far land", and that a "legend old hermit" knows the way; as far as I can tell at this point, this has to be referring to the toys and books Toriel took from home to her classroom, with fellow teacher Gerson possibly being the hermit?  

But all of this is outside of Tenna's studio, where he's in control -- literally, the guy can and does do whatever the heck he wants in there, laws of physics be damned.  The STUDIO is TV World, but it lies within a much, much larger Dark World taking up the rest of the Dreemurr house.  A Dark World Tenna clearly wants absolutely nothing to do with, and why would he?  He's not in control.  The Darkners there don't cater to his whims, aren't bound to his contracts.  He's built his own world, whose entire purpose is to be whatever he wants it to be...

And he builds it to resemble the Light World.  Or, to encapsulate his family's Light World.

Literally everything in Tenna's studio is a memory of the Dreemurr family, HIS family.  The cowboy shows Asgore used to enjoy, he has a set for that.  The cooking shows Toriel used to watch, and the kids used to make fun of, he has a set for that.  All of his prizes, from the floral cowboy shower curtains to the chocolate candy to the sink fur traps to the talker-backer(?) are geared toward an individual member of the family, save for two -- the Ralsei plush (either for Ralsei, assuming Tenna thinks he's a relative, or for us, the player, as others have pointed out), and the family car (which Tenna admits he drives every day himself if you visit his bonus room!  In other words, HE INCLUDED A PRIZE MEANT FOR HIMSELF AS A MEMBER OF THE DREEMURR FAMILY).  And it also extends to his memories of the Holidays as well with Dess' music video channel, and even a song she herself enjoyed and shared with her younger sister.

(Yes, Raise Up Your Bat is a real song in-universe.  And Tenna must've enjoyed it himself too, if he kept it around!)

All of this is not just a cry for his family's attention, to go back to watching him, but to be included in their lives beyond that.  His fondest memory is of being watched by everyone during the holidays, with an area just outside the walls of his studio even modeled after that, with snow and Christmas trees scaled up to Tenna-size.  But, more importantly, I feel like he enjoyed being a part of the family in those moments, not just being watched by them.  He watched his family shrink from that point, until no one tuned in anymore, and he doesn't seem to be aware of where they all went -- Tenna's shocked when Kris tells him Asriel went away to college, like he didn't even notice the kid who'd enjoyed video games with Tenna grew up.  He suggests Asgore return to watch the cowboy show he liked, and DESS return as well, as if he's unaware of what happened with her (Maybe.  Tenna does backpedal a bit on that one -- I'm guessing he HAD to have at least seen the news reports of her disappearance.)  Notably, he doesn't actually mention Toriel's and Asgore's divorce, only them arguing, claiming it's a normal thing for couples to do -- COUPLES, as in still together, not former partners.  In general, for someone so obsessed with his family's attention, he either pays very little attention to them in turn, or he's locked out of the loop, and given he frequently asks Kris about specific people I'm guessing it's actually the latter.  Tenna is not aloof, he's driven by loneliness and desperately WANTS to know about his favorite viewers!  He misses them dearly, in more ways than just as an audience, and that might be a big motivation for why he modeled his game after the house, a subconcious desire to escape from his own reality and find out for himself.

We also have someone we can look at for another side to this:  Ramb.  The guy's a Plugboy explicitly stated to be from Cyber World, even fondly recounting his own memories of Queen, Swatch, and Spamton.  But while he now lives in TV World, he doesn't belong there -- that one Pippins mentions that, despite themself being from Card Kingdom they didn't turn to stone because they fit in with the other inhabitants, but Ramb never did, and so he became a statue in the end.  Like Tenna, Ramb also has a very close attachment to Kris, someone who played with him as a toy and broke him out of his normal role -- I feel like this makes him a nice foil for Tenna, who might also feel as though he doesn't belong, as attached to the Light World as he is.  Tenna breaks a LOT of the rules Ralsei sets forth for Darkners like himself, even if he still wants to fulfill his purpose of entertaining the Lightners above all else.  He's understandably devastated by the idea that he's due to be thrown away, for being old and obsolete -- and rather than accepting it as Ralsei suggests, the idea that he's gotten old breaks Tenna completely and he does what he can to ENSURE he won't be tossed onto the curb.  He captures Toriel and is willing to hand her over to the Knight, and also captures and tortures Kris and Susie for even suggesting that they're tired of playing his games.  And most interestingly, with them trapped in prize balls, he takes it upon himself to play the game for them -- Tenna gladly becomes Player 1, something Ralsei has to be FORCED into, stating it's something he's not supposed to be!  I also find it interesting that, despite not even having a chair for himself nor even a reason to be there (having an in-game avatar to give hints instead), Tenna absolutely insists on joining the Fun Gang for the video game rounds, with his absences to take calls only being temporary, rushing back in to rejoin afterward.  It could be Tenna wanting to keep an eye on them, making sure they don't try to leave and/or see their reaction to the games he created, but more than that, I get the feeling he just wants to be included, since these are the moments he gets especially chatty and friendly and un-host-like, letting his antennae down so to speak, like he's just playing video games with his friends and/or sibling!  

There's also a couple very subtle hints that, like Ramb, Tenna doesn't really feel like he belongs in TV World, at least not anymore, and his desperation to maintain control of his former employees during the latter part of the chapter could partially stem from that.  His shame over keeping a Pipis being one, and the other...well.  It seems pretty benign to a Lightner, but from a Darkner's point of view Tenna playing a "TV Statue" in the Suziezilla game has to give one pause:

Finally, there's the specific, loaded words Tenna uses in Castle Town for being given to another Lightner to enjoy:  "Adopt."  "Forever home."

Tenna doesn't just want new viewers, he wants a new FAMILY.  And specifically, he doesn't want a Darkner family, he wants to become part of another LIGHTNER family!  Because he saw himself as a Dreemurr, until Toriel wanted to get rid of him.  A lot of people like to point out Tenna's mental health issues coming from being a child of divorce, but I'd say there's a little child abandonment and social isolation going on in that TV head of his too.  Maybe that's why he and Susie get along so well, given her own implied neglect, and is one of many reasons why Tenna so urgently wants to impress Kris, another non-goat monster welcomed into the family.  

In a lot of ways, Tenna turns the formula established in the first two chapters of Deltarune on its head.  In those, we had a main boss character, a cruel ruler whose presence dominates their particular Dark World and whose plans involve destroying or expanding into the Light World.  And then, a secret boss hidden somewhere in the chapter, requiring effort to find / battle but always with certain themes behind them:  Freedom.  Reaching beyond the Dark World's confines into "Heaven."  If you look at Tenna, he's the latter type of boss rather than the former:  He cruelly rules his studio, sure, but it's just a small part of the larger Dark World, his sphere of influence basically limited to those he suckers into signing his contracts.  He isn't even the final boss for his chapter, with the Knight taking that role.  He has zero ambitions at all for the Light World, but he knows of it far more extensively than other Darkners, with its entertainment literally beamed into his antennae at all times, and in his own way Tenna yearns to reach out to it in turn, to gain his freedom from obsolescence.  To break the rules, and be more than just an old, obsolete Darkner.

[royhasissues]

Werewolf Torbek AU

The release of the Crooked Moon one shot for Witchlight reminded me of my werewolf Torbek AU that I literally only shared with one person lol (@mariusrenathyrs-crashout <3)

It's a human AU (I know, sorry) and set in some nondescript time in the past. There isn't really magic in this world, but there are elements to it.

Anyway, the party lives in a small town and they all already know each other. At some point, late one night, Torbek is bitten by a wolf and through his Torbek brand of luck, survives. He doesn't bring this up to the others because it wasn't a big deal (to him), but later on, he actively tries to keep it a secret.

Not long after he's bitten, weird things start happening to him: waking up in strange places, losing chunks of time, odd tastes in his mouth, etc... Eventually, he catches on to what's been happening and keeps it a secret from the others bc he thinks they'll hate him for it. This is in a time where people would hunt werewolves with prejudice. Most people have heard tales of the beasts and how they're senseless killers, so Torbek approaches it with this lens.

Our story begins with Frost trekking through the woods late in the evening. He's gathering herbs and plants for food and medicine and other such things. This is something he does often and he knows the woods well. He's out later than he normally would be because he was caught up earlier in the day, but decided it didn't need to be pushed back until the next day.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), he's waylaid by a wolf. It doesn't attack right away, but he knows it will. It looked malnourished and he knows that wolves usually lurk deeper in the woods. He weighs his options and realizes there isn't much he can do. However, he's saved when a large, dark figure crashes out of the trees and takes a swipe at the wolf. There's a brief scuffle and the wolf runs off. Frost is not relieved, however, because it looks like something much larger has decided to eat him.

The creature looks back at him and Frost is startled by what he sees.

Torbek's "wolf form" is fairly similar to how he looks in canon because Torbek's design always reminded me of the classic Wolfman. Obviously, there's no Witchlight canisters or tubes, but he's pretty much the same, if not a bit more wolfish. He's semi-bipedal, so he can run on all fours but also stand on two feet.

Glowing magenta eyes stare at Frost and he's once again shocked to see something akin to recognition in the creature's eyes. It disappears into the trees and Frost stands there frozen for a moment longer before going home.

When Torbek turns, he goes into a bit of a fugue state and becomes more animalistic. However, he still can recognize his friends and won't attack them. He doesn't always remember what he did the night before and he's always worried he might have killed someone. He can speak as a wolf, but it's a bit stunted.

Frost becomes fascinated with this creature and wants to know why it saved him. He figures it has a higher level of intelligence and wants to know more about it

Torbek wakes up in a clearing dazed and confused, half naked and injured. He picks himself up and shuffles home. He remembers saving Frost and is terrified of him find out. He tells himself there's no way Frost would recognize him, he looks totally different!

That morning, Frost goes back to the woods where he was attacked and follows large tracks that lead off deeper into the woods. He follows them into a clearing where they abruptly disappear. Perplexed, but with nothing else to go on, he returns home.

Within the next few days, Frost notices that Torbek has been injured. It's the same arm that the wolf bit that creature, but he doesn't make the connection yet. Torbek gets oddly shifty about it, but after some prodding, promises to go see Gricko.

Frost isn't an idiot, so he decides going out into the woods at night isn't a good idea and will stick to collect him ingredients during the day.

To be continued :)

[imminent-danger-came]

Whose your favorite character in deltarune? Im guessing ralsei bc he's kind and people pleasing to the point of self sacrificing and was created to be used by others. Real Mk vibes

Post-ch 2, Kris was easily number one (followed by Noelle, then Spamton, and then everyone else). They were what I found most interesting in the game, and their dynamic with the player is still one of my favorite parts of the narrative (I LOVE a character with a puppet motif)

Post-ch 4 however, there are multiple character who have really shot up my ranks. Kris and Ralsei are currently in a quantum state of sharing both 1st and 2nd place for my favorite character, followed by Susie, then Noelle, then Gerson and Spamton, and then everyone else (I am currently eyeing Carol, I know she has the potential to come out one of the strongest characters in Deltarune, just the track record with Toby's antagonists. Bronzing your daughters snowflakes to preserve them is an absolutely insane piece of characterization).

So you were half right!

What really gets me about Ralsei is of course his lightner-complex (in comparison to Kris' monster-complex, lmao), and that he's self-sacrificing due to his belief that his "fake pain" is a better alternative to Kris or Susie's "real pain". Another thing about me is that I love a character who's hollow, and Ralsei fits that bill perfectly (hello barren room). It's even better if they're empty so they can better serve those around them ("I don't really have any hobbies, or interests. Baking, sewing, singing... those are all just...Things I thought to do...for you two."). Ralsei's desire to change the prophecy, along with his selectively-strict adherence to it, fascinates me. Susie's has to be a hero in ch 1, she should wear bows, she should follow Kris' orders and obey the "rules" of the game, but now he appreciates Susie more for those exact reasons. Her hope inspires Ralsei for a different ending, but it's hope also predetermined by the prophecy. Kris shouldn't go to the festival with just Noelle, Susie should be there too ("Love finds it's way to the girl"). He'll choose to dawn a cloak that shrouds his face, just like he does in the prophecy, to introduce himself to the other heroes. But he wants to change the ending. He doesn't want it all to come to pass, but he'll pick and chose what he does want to happen. He'll even encourage it, sometimes. He'll fulfill the role expected of him, knowing where it all leads, wanting to change it, but also knowing it's what gave him friends and his sense of identity and purpose. There's this constant internal juggling, balancing the foretold knowledge forced upon him VS how he wants to be perceived VS what he actually wants. Like I'm obsessed

[adagiorii]

as a resident magical powers enjoyer, i do wanna know how hayato got his fire powers and also just more about the magical powers in general from a world building perspective - is he the only known one but there's still more out there that have kept it hidden? are there other types of magic around?

He is the only actual one! There are no other humans with magic on the planet. He's an exception and completely unprecedented - and his powers are also unknown. Only the people who gave him the magic and like. Eiko know about it

There are technically other types of powers/magic in the world though, yes, but all of them can only be found in paranormal entities. Humans are normal and powerless, exactly like irl people; paranormal entities, on the other hand, can have all sorts of powers, ranging from elemental magic similar to what Hayato has, to more subtle things like mind control, shapeshifting, etc.

Before I get into the explanation, disclaimer that all of this stuff is not final and honestly the more I post on here the more I feel like the lore is incredibly corny so yeah 💀 don't kill me with hammers thank you!

To explain how Hayato got his powers, first I have to tell you about a theory/hypothesis that exists in this world. A long time ago, someone reached the conclusion that paranormal entities are not something that should be feared, but something to be studied and admired, because they're the key to human evolution. Think about it: they already technically descend from humans, and they're better because, unlike them, they possess magic and wondrous abilities that can make them unbelievably powerful and dangerous, far beyond anything that a regular human could achieve.

According to this person, the existence of paranormal entities is proof that humanity is meant to evolve into something even greater than both - a person that would still be, you know, a living human being, retaining their rationality and consciousness, but that would also have the powerful magic of the paranormal without being dead, in a decaying and unstable mental state, and wouldn't have the need for a host to remain "alive". And their belief was that this perfect human was entirely within their reach - they just needed to try to get there.

This person managed to convince a few others of their ideas, and they formed a group that soon became very cult-like. They tried for a very long time to create the perfect human, but at the time (which was around the 1930s), none of their attempts and experiments worked out. The main thing that was tried was resurrecting entities in some way, but that never worked. They kept their work secret, for many ridiculed and shamed them for their absurd theory, and they felt those people were undeserving of the secret of immortality and invincibility. Eventually, however, they were found. It all came to a head when the entities that had been experimented on were set loose, having become much more aggressive and violent than usual. It culminated in a tragic massacre, which left their society and country in shambles. Terrified, the citizens clung to the few men who tried to clean up the mess afterwards, one of which wasted no time stepping up as the new leader of the country and putting new measures into effect to prevent something like the massacre from happening ever again: one of which being founding the PCD. The members of the cult who had carried out the experiments were considered highly dangerous individuals, and were quickly tracked down, and most arrested and executed.

These theories resurfaced closer to the present, however, when others found them and became obsessed with the concept, deciding to continue the studies of the past cult. They decided to experiment in different ways, however; maybe trying to bring the paranormal back to life wasn't the way. Maybe trying to give humans powers was.

Mind you, they did a lot of experiments before they got it right with Hayato, and even then he's not the perfect human they wanted. He's not invulnerable or able to regenerate like all paranormal entities are; you can stab him in the stomach and he'll be just as hurt as any other human. He does have magic, however, which is a huge feat for the cult, and he's by far the most successful prototype ever. Before they tried it with him, I imagine they might have managed to give other people powers, but they couldn't handle them and would always severely injure themselves in the process. And they likely also didn't survive. Hayato's body can handle his fire and that was huge.

Having said that, he hates it. He hates the cult and hates what they did to him and the fact that his very existence technically proved them right because he was a successful experiment. He tries not to hate his powers because he knows they're the best thing he has to protect himself, but it's hard.

I am honestly still deciding some stuff about Hayato's backstory, especially because this makes him one of the most important characters (if not the most important, even above Eiko). This part about the cult is pretty much final, but I'm still not sure what exactly happened with his parents to cause him to end up in the cult. He is- very difficult to write lmao

[wardensantoineandevka]

I thought I already saw the worst possible Dragon Age takes I could ever possibly see, but then "believing that Solas did actually kill Felassan and blaming him for Felassn's (unproven) death is ableist" came into my view and I was humbled by the depth of possibility of awful takes

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

i hate this thing some people in fandom do - probably especially younger fans - where they take a character who is a bad person and will just. attribute random Bad Actions to them with absolutely no thought to character consistency.

and like. it's just fandom, it's just headcanons, etc, it doesn't really matter. but I think it's another symptom of the black-and-white thinking a lot of younger people fall into, and I really wish it would just stop.

[tiny-forests]

moss mfriday #3: Glacier Mice

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That's right - it's glacier mice. One of my favorite things maybe on the entire planet. Let's talk about these freaky fuzzy little rats!!

Glacier mice are balls of moss that live in large herds like this in a few select glaciers. They are moss all the way through, with a center consisting of dead moss matter, implying that they begin as small growths of moss and simply accumulate over time, like snowballs. However, their outside surface is alive and well on all sides. Glacier mice have been observed, through tagging and tracking, to roll across the glacier like a majestic herd of wildebeest, exposing all of their sides to the sunlight. They trundle along at a pace of about 2.5 cm per day. That's 30 feet in a year! They're really schmovin'! Certainly further than most mosses can claim to travel.

What's really exciting, though, is that they all move in the same direction, and we're not sure why or how. Scientists experimented to try and attribute their coordinated behavior to wind, sunlight, and the direction that their grazing ground slopes, but to no avail. They speed up, slow down, and change direction in unison, based on some mysterious moss code that we haven't cracked yet.

Cross-section of a glacier mouse. Note the dead moss matter inside, and the short gametophytes on the outside, adapted to harsh winds and sunlight. [image credit]

We have figured out how they roll, though - while the moss ball sits on the ice, it insulates the ice directly underneath it, protecting it from melting. This forms a little pillar of ice that the moss eventually rolls off of. The insulating power of glacier mice also gives it the wonderful ability to host all kinds of microorganisms that otherwise wouldn't survive the glacier's harsh conditions, and their ability to move makes it possible for microorganisms to spread from one habitable spot to another. They're like a bunch of little tardigrade passenger ships, braving the dangerous glacier to go where no water bear has gone before!!

Glacier mice have been found to consist of several moss species, most of which must reproduce asexually in order to survive in the dry climate. They've been observed to live for at least six years, but are projected to live much, much longer. I love them. So much. I hope they know that I love them!! I LOVE THEM!!!!

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[ariichive]

MALFUNCTIONᯓ ⋆°•

moving in with caleb was bound to have its ups and downs... but did he have to modify everything in his home to keep track of you? cw: fem. reader, caleb being overprotective and borderline insane, lowkey stalking, cameras, established relationship, reader can be mc or not, #ilovecaleb, mullet caleb yummy, wrote this listening to my 2020 playlist...

everything in caleb's space was so very... you. the foods in the fridge, the furniture, the tidiness of it all. there was so much of you, and it was quickly becoming a safe haven.

it seemed everything caleb owned was carefully picked out with your interests and not his.

you remember asking him about it, if he was truly okay with you taking over his space like this; especially since you never spent a dime while with him.

his answer still fresh in your mind.

"trust me honey, this is all i've ever wanted." he said with a sincere smile and a pat to your head, "besides, there's still a lot of me around, you just gotta find it."

back then, you weren't sure what he meant exactly and seen it as a way of him comforting you.

now, however, as the microwave locked your frozen dinner in there you realized what he meant.

caleb always cooked for you, he knew your desired calorie intake, allergies, and all the foods you didn't like.

you never had to lift a finger in the kitchen when he was around, because he had already taken care of everything before you even had the chance to think about it.

but now, standing in the quiet hum of the microwave, the absence of his presence was deafening. he was on a rather long mission with the fleet. he did prepackage all your meals, labeled and all, but admittedly... being bored with nothing to do except eat made the meals go quicker than expected. surprisingly, there was a frozen pasta dinner shoved in the back of the freezer. it wasn't the most ideal, but it was the best you could do without your personal chef and boyfriend.

it was a little embarrassing how dependent you became on him. you knew if he were here, he'd kiss your head and tell you he'll make those nasty thoughts go away.

there were still traces of him all around you, in the way the spice rack was arranged just so, the way the couch cushions bore the slightest indent from where he always sat, and even the basket of apples on the counter.

you sighed, leaning against the counter as the microwave beeped, signaling your sad little dinner was ready.

there was a small problem though.

the microwave wasn't opening.

no matter how much strength you used, the door just wasn't opening. you felt your eyebrow twitch; did you somehow manage to break his microwave? there was no way; sure, you relied on him a bit, but you definitely remembered the basics in the kitchen.

before you could get more frustrated, your phone dinged.

caleb <3: where did u even find that lol? thought i threw those all out :,)

you stared at your phone in deadpan before glancing back at the microwave, quickly texting back.

[name]: how did you even...?

caleb <3: baby, i got eyes everywhere

you huffed, shaking your head. of course he somehow knew you were about to eat the one frozen dinner he swore he got rid of.

[name]: okay, stalker. but actually, i think ur microwave is broken??? it won’t open.

the typing bubble appeared instantly.

caleb <3: yeah, ik... had some free time, messed around with a few things :p

another message came through right after.

caleb <3: say, what happened to the meals i prepared for you?

then another...

caleb <3: did you not like them? let me know so i know for the future if your tastes changed, sorry pretty girl

you were quick to type out a response, seeing as his typing bubble didn't disappear.

[name]: no!! i loved them all, just... they're gone :(

the message was marked as read immediately as he your phone began to ring.

you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile as you answered.

“hi, caleb.”

“hi,” he echoed, his voice warm despite the slight scolding tone. “now, tell me, honey—how are they already gone? i made sure they’d last until i got back.”

you pouted, sinking further into the couch. “i got bored… and they were really good.”

caleb chuckled, and you could just picture the way he’d be shaking his head if he were here. “i swear, you’re gonna make me start rationing your meals.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“would i?”

you frowned. “…would you?”

his laugh came through the speaker, low and sweet. “nah, i could never say no to you. but seriously, baby, if you need more food, i'll order something. don’t go eating those frozen meals, they’re so bad for you.”

“it’s just one,” you mumbled.

“still. i don’t like the thought of you eating that while i’m gone.”

you sighed, tugging at the microwave one more time. “well, maybe if you weren’t so far away…”

“aw, do you miss me, pretty girl?”

you refused to answer that; he already knew the answer.

caleb hummed. “yeah… i miss you too.”

his voice was softer now, and your chest ached at how much you just wanted him here.

“i’ll be back soon,” he promised. “then i’ll make you something actually edible, alright?”

you smiled. “alright.”

“good girl.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, and caleb laughed again, as if he knew. (which he did).

“love you, honey.”

“love you too,” you murmured, holding the phone a little tighter. "why exactly is the microwave locked?" you decided to question one more time.

caleb chuckled, "i know you, [name]. even if i wasn't watching you, you'd open it and still eat the pasta. better to take... precautionary measures for my pipsqueak. did you even check the expiration date?"

ignoring his question, you did a quick lookover of the room, looking for the camera he had somewhere as he only laughed. "maybe instead of looking for the cameras, find what else i modified in the house, it'll keep you occupied. i'll order you food in the meantime."

you groaned, flopping back against the couch. “caleb, i swear, if you messed with anything else—”

“if? honey, i definitely did.”

your eyes narrowed. “like what?”

“mmm, can’t say. that’d ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?”

you let out a dramatic sigh. “you are a menace.”

“and you love me for it.”

unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong.

you stood up, glancing around the apartment, suddenly suspicious of everything. you had no idea when he found the time to do all this, but knowing caleb, he planned ahead weeks in advance, just for moments like these.

the phone call was cut short as commotion started on his mission, leading you to sadly have to hang up.

you sighed, setting your phone down and eyeing the apartment with renewed suspicion.

as if on cue, you heard a soft click.

you turned your head slowly.

the front door.

more specifically, the new deadbolt that you definitely hadn’t installed.

your stomach dropped. oh, no.

another quick text from caleb.

caleb <3: your food is outside, i unlocked the door for you to grab it <3 be quick.

you did as he said, quickly grabbing the food delivery from outside, the door locking as soon as you got back in.

[name]: caleb. why is the door locked from the outside?

it took him a moment to reply, likely caught up with work, but when his name finally popped up on your screen, you already knew you wouldn’t like his answer.

caleb <3: oh, that? safety measures, honey. u can unlock it, but only through the app i installed on ur phone :)

you blinked. what app?

as soon as you asked, a new icon appeared on your screen—a sleek little security app with a familiar-looking otto icon.

caleb <3: just in case u ever get any funny ideas about leaving late at night alone.

your jaw dropped.

[name]: caleb. you remote locked me inside our home.

caleb <3: our very safe home! where nothing bad can happen to u!! :D i'll text u when i get to safety, enjoy ur food pipsqueak!

i love caleb btw

[yanderedrabbles]

Stupid question I got but how’d some of your OCs feel about thigh high socks, pantyhose, and just general borderline provocative clothing?

Also any of them prefer lingerie? Or don’t really care for it at all?

yandere boys and provocative clothing

Hmm interesting question. I think that each guy has his own version of provocative clothing - something you wear that immediately has him undoing his belt - and its not always what you expect.

Yandere! Cowboy is the happiest man around when it's sundress season. Pretty and flowy and showing off your tits just right. Not to mention the easy access. He'll probably come up behind you and pin you between the kitchen table and his body, hands trailing up your thighs and his nose pressed against your hair.

"Wearin' such a pretty dress means you want me to fuck your little brains out, don't it sugar?"

Yandere! Soldier goes feral when you wear his shirts and socks and nothing else. Nipples just visible through the thin cotton. He's much bigger than you, and his shirts usually fall between mid and upper thigh on you. Seeing the size difference manifested like that is so damn sexy. He's the type to tug at your hemline again and again until you snap at him and give him a reason to pull you onto his lap.

"так грубо - So rude. Shouldn't you be nicer to me when you're wearing my clothes?"

Yandere! Boyfriend buys you tiny, tight gym sets. The kind that toe the line between appropriate and not. HOWEVER you will absolutely not be wearing any of them out of the house. They're perfect for lifting weights in the garage, but no one gets to see you dressed like that besides him. After a long, brutal gym session he loves peeling your sports bra off. Totally ignoring you when you beg him to at least let you shower first.

"C'mon baby, as your personal trainer it's my job to take care of you after such a gruelling set."

Yandere! State Trooper gets turned on so damn easy by heels and pencil skirts. Loves the way your legs look a mile long and he can just make out the heart shape of your ass. Kinda corporate core, it makes him feel all the filthier to have you on your knees. Gets out all the tension after a long day of dealing with stuck up business assholes who think money puts them above the law.

"Say pretty please and maybe I won't handcuff you this time."

Yandere! Academic Rival has low-key Internet brainrot. He gets off to you whenever you look like an e-girl, complete with thigh high socks and a tight leather choker. He might be all old money on the outside, but deep down he's a total gooner. Did you figure it out early on and now constantly use it to your advantage? Who's to say...

"Goddammit, how am I supposed to study when you're dressed like that?!"

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary likes latex and neon, unsurprisingly. Bright body suits that glow fuschia and acid green under the blacklights, showing off your curves like a glow in the dark fuck toy. And tight latex catsuits so he can oil up your thighs and fuck himself silly between them.

"Aww pretty little rich girl doesn't know how to take cock? Don't worry darl', I'll teach you."

Yandere! Sugar Daddy loves designer lingerie. He wants his to girl to dress up for him in the rarest and finest sets, just so he can peel it away layer by layer. He's also got a thing for vintage lingerie. Stuff from older designer collections that's almost impossible to find. The thrill of tracking down a new piece is half the fun.

"My gorgeous girl, you look so good. Just stand still and let me admire you."

Yandere! Werewolf really loves the way you look in your cheerleader uniform. Short skirt, pigtails, so fucking cute he could just gobble you up. And he adores it when you wear his football jersey - his scent is all over it and it drives him crazy knowing it's rubbing off on you. In his dreams, you're usually wearing his jersey and nothing else.

"I'm panting because of training, not because of how good you look, I swear."

[himasgod]

Can I request Sebek with an S/O who is very soft spoken? Like, she has trouble being heard and even her "loud" voice would be considered quiet by most people?

Sebek x Reader

Where your voice is too soft

How would Sebek act if his partner's voice was very soft, and it was very difficult to be heard?

Sorry for making this so extense, everyone with two eyes can see that Sebek is my fav and I wanted to give him the one shot he deserved, I love him very much, enjoy it <3

Ever since he'd met you, Sebek had had difficulty listening to you.

Not because he didn't want to, but because your voice was so low that the surrounding noise often drowned out your words. At first, this frustrated him. How could anyone communicate if they spoke so slowly and quietly! It wasn't that he doubted your abilities, but in his opinion, words should be spoken firmly to demonstrate presence.

However, over time, his view began to change. He discovered that your soft voice held a special charm.

Every word you spoke, even if soft, was full of meaning. You didn't say much, but when you did, your words were sincere and profound. He learned to read you in other ways: in the way you tilted your head when you were thoughtful, in the way your eyes sparkled when you were excited, or in the way your lips trembled when you wanted to say something but were afraid to interrupt.

Sebek, who used to interrupt and raise his voice without realizing it, began to pause. He began to wait, to listen to you attentively. When you were together, he lowered his voice a little, though he didn't realize it. He leaned slightly toward you to catch every word you said, and if someone interrupted, his withering glare was enough to silence them and let you speak.

For example, one day, the classroom buzzed with the sound of conversations, laughter, and the occasional argument about the week's homework.

In the midst of it all, you tried to ask the person sitting next to you a question, but as always, your voice was lost in the noise.

"Could you repeat that?" Deuce said, frowning as he tried to hear you.

You took a breath and tried to raise your voice, but before you could…

"MY BELOVED WAS SPEAKING! SHOW SOME RESPECT!"

The boom of Sebek's voice reverberated off the walls like thunder, causing everyone to instantly fall silent. Even Crewel paused for a moment to see what was happening.

Your cheeks burned as you felt the entire class's attention on you.

"Sebek…" you whispered, wishing the ground would swallow you up.

"Speak up! Now everyone will listen to you properly!" he exclaimed proudly, crossing his arms.

Some students rolled their eyes and returned to their conversations, but others still looked at you curiously, as if waiting for you to say something worthy of such a huge interruption.

"It wasn't that important…" you muttered, lowering your gaze.

Sebek snorted.

"Everything you say is important! If others don't listen to you, then they're the ones at fault!"

You didn't know how to respond to that, but the class continued without further interruptions. Still, for the rest of the day, whenever you tried to speak and someone wasn't listening, Sebek would jump in without hesitation.

In the cafeteria. In the hallway. Even in the library (where he was almost thrown out for his scandal).

Finally, as you walked back to Ramshackle together, you decided to speak.

"Sebek…" you whispered, gently tugging at his sleeve.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with full attention, as if whatever you were about to say was a direct order from Lord Malleus himself.

"You don't have to shout every time I want to say something…" you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Of course I do!" he retorted, determination shining in his eyes. "If the others won't listen to you, then it's my duty to make sure they do!"

You sighed.

"But… I don't like everyone looking at me when you do it."

Sebek opened his mouth to argue, but closed it immediately.

He looked at you with a frown, as if processing your words. For a moment, you couldn't tell if he was outraged or confused.

"So…" he began, less confidently than usual. "Would you rather I did nothing?"

You shook your head.

"It's not that. Just… you listening to me is enough."

The silence stretched between you.

Sebek looked at you seriously, his green eyes shining with something different than their usual overflowing passion. Then, as if understanding something important, he nodded solemnly.

"If that's what you wish… then I will do it."

And he did.

From that day on, whenever you were in a group and your voice was lost among the others, Sebek didn't interrupt with a deafening shout.

Instead, he leaned his head toward you, making sure his ears caught every word.

When he noticed you wanted to speak, he gave you the space to do so, waiting patiently for you to express yourself at your own pace.

Even in moments of silence, if he noticed you wanted to say something but didn't dare, he'd simply whisper, "I'm listening."

And with that, you knew you didn't need to shout. That for him, your voice was enough.

One day, as you walked through the school hallways together, you stopped to say something, but at that moment, a group of students walked by, talking loudly, completely drowning out your words. Despite this, Sebek knew you'd tried to speak.

"Wait a minute!" he exclaimed. He turned to you with his characteristic energy. "You said something, I know! Say it again!"

You smiled a little, a faint blush rising to your cheeks.

"Today… today the weather is beautiful."

Sebek blinked, processing the simplicity of the sentence. Then, with his serious but bright-eyed expression, he nodded firmly.

"That's right! The weather is nice, but you have to be prepared for any sudden changes!"

The way Sebek took your every word seriously, no matter how simple, made you feel seen. Heard.

And that made you the happiest girlfriend in the world.

[astonmartinii]

a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

logansargent

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[robinminustherichard]

Just Remember, I'm On Your Side

8×17 Coda/Fix It | BuckTommy | G

Someone is knocking on Tommy's door at 10:30 PM, and he knows he's in for it when he peaks out and sees a familiar truck in his driveway. He sighs, braces himself, and opens the door.

He gets one look at Evan and everything he was thinking flies out the window.

Evan is disheveled--he's got a hoodie thrown on over pajama pants and his hair looks like he's run his hands through it a hundred times. Worst, however, are his red eyes and long lashes clumped together with the remnants of tears.

"Evan--" Tommy says, knowing he sounds concerned and his face probably matches.

Evan swallows thickly and looks up at Tommy in the way that always seemed to lead Tommy to trouble.

"You," Evan starts, and takes a deep hiccuping breath, "you said once that you thought maybe my friends weren't always the nicest they could be to me--"

Tommy does remember saying that. Evan had blown it off then, excusing behavior from some of the 118 as he told stories of things they had been through.

"--I didn't want to hear it, then." Evan finishes. He runs his hand through his hair, looks around like someone is watching them. His eyes track back to Tommy's. "I think I'm ready to hear it, now."

Tommy feels shell shocked for a moment, not knowing quite what to say when your ex-boyfriend shows up following what's gotta be the worst few weeks of his life and suddenly wants to hear about how his friends frankly are kind of jerks sometimes.

Evan fidgets in the silence, nervous. He begins talking.

"And, and I know, Tommy, that I don't have the right to come here after what I said. But I think you might be the first person in a long time that has--has thought about me. Really thought about me and how I feel, and I got in this fight with Eddie and he said I make everything about myself, and then he brought Chris from El Paso and they're in my house now and I had to get out before I--"

"Evan," Tommy interrupts gently. He holds out a hand across the threshold, "Do you want to come in?"

Evan stops, blinking back new dampness in his eyes. He nods quickly before agreeing verbally.

"Th-thank you, Tommy," Evan whispers, grabbing on to Tommy's hand and letting himself be pulled inside.

He stumbles a bit and Tommy catches him; and maybe it's the exhaustion that's been dogging him since the night at the lab, but Tommy affords himself the comfort of gathering Evan up into his arms, tucking him into Tommy's body as much as one could with someone of Evan's physique.

Evan seemed to go boneless, choking back an unmistakable sob and burying his face into Tommy's shoulder.

"Eddie came at me," Buck says shakily, mumbled and nearly inaudible, "it was the first time that...I thought he might actually hit me."

"I'll kill him," Tommy says simply and without thought, knowing he meant it.

Evan snorts unattractively at that, pulling out of Tommy's shoulder and looking him in the eyes.

"I know you would." Evan says simply.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I've already committed two crimes for you, Evan Buckley. What's a little manslaughter?"

Evan laughs outright at that, wet and still a little miserable but a grin comes with it. It falls a bit though, and his eyes skitter around before speaking again.

"Can we...can we talk? Please?" Evan asks, biting at his lip.

Tommy knows how this is going to go. He knew it when he answered Evan's call three weeks ago, he knew it when he watched Evan break down on those monitors, he knew it when he saw the detached stoicism Evan maintained with a white knuckle grip at the funeral.

"How about..." Tommy says, pulling away but keeping their hands together, "I make you a sandwhich and you drink a glass of water, and then we get into bed and then, if you're still awake, we can talk?"

Evan breathes out, and hesitant smile lighting up his face.

"Yes--yes, please," he says in a rush, nodding again, "I would--I would love that, Tommy."

Tommy takes a chance then, he pulls Evan in to his side and presses his lips to Evan's birthmark. He feels something within himself settle, and he hears Evan sigh and feels his shoulders relax.

"Come on, sweetheart."