#way + he had his home and whatnot in the long years he's been alive but he still just seemed so lonely.

[ruporas]

soft (and some bittersweet)

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for building my niece a rocket?

My niece (36F), my nephew (36M), and myself (???M) are adventurers. We've been all over the world together, found all sorts of secrets and temples, and whatnot. In that time, we got really close, and I legally adopted them for reasons I'd rather not share. Point is: they're my wards.

Well, just over a decade ago, she wanted more. She was bored, and we had been just about everywhere here, so she decided she wanted us to try to explore a new horizon: beyond the stars. I was thrilled at the prospect, but her brother thought it was too risky.

It is important to note that she had triplets on the way at this point. They hadn't hatched yet, but the eggs were there (and they were adorable)

With my nephew so adamantly against it, I did the only logical thing to do: I used the resources I had (which is a lot, mind you) and I had the rocket built behind his back. I had intended to give it to her as a gift to celebrate the beginning of her journey into motherhood. And, in my defense, everything was going smoothly!

Of course, she's always been a clever girl. She found the rocket and took off with it before I was ready to give it to her. I caught her as she was taking off, so I figured I could guide her through her little test flight, and what a story she'd have for her boys! But... There was a cosmic storm. She was lost.

Her brother and I were both devastated, but he blamed ME for her death! So, while I poured everything I had into search teams and desperate attempts to find her, he took off with the eggs.

I never did find her.

Ten years later, I've been trying to put this all behind me when lo and behold: my nephew is back. And he brought the triplets (10 M, ×3). And needs a favor.

As bitter as I've been about this, I do still love him (more than words can say), and I really did miss having little chaos monsters in my home, so they've been staying while my nephew tries to rebuild his own home. (Long story short, the triplets toomfoolery nearly tore it apart!) I've been taking us all on a couole adventures, just like the old days, and it's been nice. I finally feel alive again.

The triplets are, of course, as sharp as their mother and twice as curious, and went on to investigate her disappearance behind my back. It took one of them nearly dying for them to finally just ask me about it.

So I told them. And now they blame me!!! Again!!! As if I didn't do everything in my power to get her back.

As if to sprinkle salt in the wound, by the time we got home from that expidition, my nephew had finished rebuilding his home, and they've all moved out.

So. To conclude. AITA for gifting my niece, a new mother, a rocket ship? Am I really to blame for her death when she stole it before it was ready, and I did everything I could to protect her?

I don't think I'm at fault, but this has been eating at me for years, and I've driven away everyone that ever cared about me, so I've come here for a second opinion.

[harrison-abbott]

Tommy and I

I didn’t know my kid that well. Tommy was his name. His mother and I split up shortly after he was born, and I didn’t get to see him that much. And I must’ve missed out on that crucial attachment phase with him. Because he was far closer to his mother. Or maybe I’m being naïve and it was because I was a bad Dad.

Remember the film Jurassic Park? The original one I mean, from the early 1990s. I took Tommy to see that, when he was still alive. When he was a boy. It’s crazy that that movie came out over thirty years ago now … But yeah, I took him along and bought him a big box of popcorn and there weren’t many people in the auditorium. That movie was wondrous to us both. Tommy kept hiding his face in my coat when the scary bits came up. I was shit scared too. Ha. I recall his little head trembling against my ribs. But he wasn’t too afraid to complete the movie. He wasn’t disturbed by it; was thrilled in a scary way.

That was when he was about seven.

When he was eight he moved to a different city because his mother met this man and the man took them away, a hundred miles down south. So it made it harder to see Tommy.

The job I had back then didn’t have many holidays. And when I did get breaks I would have to get in touch with Tommy’s mother to try and access him. She often said that they already had plans. She might have been lying but I don’t know.

Basically there was a long stretch whereby I didn’t see Tommy for years. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to.

When we did meet up again he was in puberty mode, that zone when teens have no interest in older people. It was odd to see him not-a-boy anymore. He didn’t really look like me or his Mum. So I would take him out for dinner or to a big football game. And I tried the cinema a few times, other blockbusters. Tommy enjoyed some of the films but that was about it. He just wasn’t interested in speaking to me. I knew he was in to rock music; and he liked some of the bands that I did as well when I was his age: but when I tried speaking about them he wouldn’t engage in rapport. Was that deliberate?

I didn’t quite know what went down with his mother’s new partner. The other man. I never even met him physically, as in, a handshake or whatnot. Apparently he didn’t want to meet me, and it was always his mother who drove Tommy to me, rather than me come to their house to pick him up.

Tommy didn’t come home one night – to their house – and he stayed missing for days. I only knew because his mother called me up to ask if he had gone over here to mine.

I drove down to his city to look for him on the streets. To try and locate him. Apparently he’d barely been at home for months and was hanging out with his friends … what his mother said. I wasn’t able to find him. That was in October, when he vanished. His body was found in December. He’d lain out on the train tracks downtown.

I’m never able to not get upset when I see a poster for Jurassic Park these days. Or when it comes on TV around Christmas time or whatever. Can’t watch it. Never will again.

[dr-jem-nutcase]

And some more MvA H/Cs!

Dr. Cockroach

istg, I have WAY too many h/c's for this guy

Birthday is August 19th

Was in his early 30s when his mutation accident happened

Could never figure out how to tie a necktie, try as he might. Someone has always had to do it for him if he has to wear one. Kind of explains the turtleneck

A sore loser inspite of calling Link out for being one

Kicks in his sleep if he had a bad day

Can understand insects due to being part insect. He understands Insecto better than Link does, but the two insectoid monsters don't associate with each other that often

Thinks of himself as much of a human as much as he thinks of himself of a cockroach

Doesn't talk much about his pre-monster life. He doesn't think anyone needs to know about it. Though, the Invisible Man had suspicions that he probably wasn't single at the time of his accident

"Jacques-Yves" is a pseudonym to cover up his former name. Dude hasn't mentioned his former name ever, like after 40+ years of imprisonment. Only Monger knows what it is [Disclaimer: I have a very hard time counting the TV series as canon material, so I'm leaving "Herbert" out of this one]

Has a younger sister who's still alive (he found this out about 4 months after gaining his freedom), but he hasn't made any attempts to make contact with her, knowing it probably wouldn't be a good idea because of the high probability that she thinks her brother's long dead instead of alive and part cockroach

Grew up in a middle class home. His airs of elegance and sophistication came from the upbringing of his formerly lower-upper class mother

Conducted research at a university in the UK, probably Cambridge or Oxford, and tried to carry out his mutation enhancement experiments inspite of faculty saying no. Was dismissed when he got caught. Continued his experimentation in the basement/cellar of his home

Liked the beatnik fashion and got a bit into it no thanks to some students at the university. Still likes it

Was caught about week after his accident when he took the risk of going outside where he was "ratted out" by a few bystanders

Legit went insane after his capture. He was kept in isolation for about a week, and descended into madness much more quickly than the average human because he was part cockroach, not to mention the trauma of being taken away from everything he knew on top of dealing with the trauma from his accident. Being around the other monsters helped in recovering his sanity but he could never fully recover, explaining the maniacal laughter and mad science tendencies

Isn't immortal. His physical stamina by age was cut in half at his accident. Was in his early 30s at the time, so he went from having the stamina of someone in their early 30s to someone in their mid teens. Released in his mid-late 70s and had the stamina of an 38-year-old

Hates the cold, being part cockroach. Not as much as Link but he has a lower cold tolerance than the average human and thus needs to bundle up more when doing missions in colder climates

Likes making cocktails and alcoholic beverages but gets easily tipsy tho. He was the unofficial bartender at most small social gatherings in his human years

Declined a knighthood from the Queen

Has met other scientists like Hawking and deGrasse Tyson

Has started spending a good deal of his free time compiling his findings and whatnot on the aliens and/or UFOs that have tried to invade Earth into a multi-volume series of books

Link

Captured 1960, has been in prison longer than any of the current monsters

Birthday is somewhere guesstimated about late winter/early spring

First day in prison and wanted to take down the toughest guy in the yard. Fought for about a minute with a couple staff members/scientists until he was tranquilized. Both parties sustained injuries, but Link considered himself to be the victor, even to this day. Even his butt was kicked to kingdom come, Link would say otherwise

Began learning English, let alone how to speak, when the Invisible Man came (similar to Jane teaching Tarzan in the Disney cartoon)

Can actually understand Insectosaurus

Earned his enthusiasm in martial arts watching the martial arts films and TV shows over the years

Closeted shonen anime fan, likes pretty much anything except One Piece

Likes to think of himself as a leader in spite of Susan usually leading the team and by instinct has that alpha male mindset, though really nobody was the alpha in prison. No inferiority complex. He will never admit defeat in a one-on-one fight

Was the third in a litter of seven "tadpoles" in his family and was pretty much a wannabe in his time, from his childhood to his adult years

Journeyed onto land to try to show how much of a hardcore boss he was. Right at the start of the Ice Age. Thus is his "frozen" origin

The only monster who doesn't like chocolate

Has never missed a Super Bowl since he first got a TV (an occasional treat)/radio. And cursed be the day when someone decides to change the channel/station on Super Bowl Sunday

Started calling Susan "Susie" and "Suz" a couple months after defeating Gallaxhar, when she started becoming closer friends with the rest of the monsters. He's the only monster who calls her that

Along with the artificial mini lagoon, his share of the remodel includes his own private gym. Before that, he had to borrow weights from the prison's gym

Has a private resort mansion near Cocoa Beach in Florida complete with a large pond to swim in and a couple specially made cars (like the jeep in the TV show). Complimentary babes on request (jk, lol, if only)

As a fish-ape-man, he and Monger saw him as a potential candidate for serving in the Navy and started training within a year of being granted his freedom. He managed to survive Hell Week after almost quitting due to his cold intolerance (it's already a given that he hates cold environments), but he'd rather freeze his butt off than give up

Has watched Shape Of Water and Luca. He doesn't mind either of them but he got pretty annoyed when people made comparisons between him and the Amphibian Man or the cutesy sea monsters

BOB

Came in 1968 [franchise brochure or h/c, I don't remember]

Makes up flashbacks of his past. The trauma with carrots in Night of the Living Carrots? Totally made up! But he fully believes in them, and there's no changing his mind

"Monster Beach is real." [from the video game] Do not question that

Doesn't get hungry. He's given the ham just to keep him out of everyone else's meals

Not completely derp stupid. Has the mental capacity of a toddler. If there's any stupidity, there's some dumb blonde stupid, like "'taco' is the Mexican word for 'sandwich'"

Has remnants of the mind-reading "bomb" still in his body, explaining his habit of picking up dialog and behavior from the other monsters

The monsters (and Monger) need to watch their language around him because, like a toddler, he will repeat swear words like a parrot and go around saying them mindlessly. They also can't watch adult movies or shows around him for that same reason; he'll also ask inappropriate questions as a result of being exposed to those type of movies and shows

Can befriend just about anyone. He would probably try to get along with the Devil himself. Only under the condition that nobody hurts his beloved monster family

Insectosaurus

Came in the late 60s/early 70s, not too long after BOB's Big Break

Will live for probably another 50 years. At least

Female. The larva of her species looks the same regardless of gender, leading nearly everyone to believe that Insecto was a male

Ate a lot as a larva. Doesn't eat as much since her metamorphosis

Her moth fur is ridiculously soft

Smarter than what a lot of people think

Easily skittish with loud unexpected noises. She also doesn't like it at all when any of the monsters argue

A deep sleeper after returning to the facility after any mission

Still very much likes her tummy rubs from Link

A deep sleeper, especially after returning to the prison facility after a mission

[katvonbirb]

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Hoo boy, I reblogged that ask meme and promptly became a person who has never written a word in their life. But I've got a few ideas that have resurfaced, so here's one that started so long ago, I have the original bits and bobs written down on actual physical paper. I will probably never write this beyond what bits I had written way back when, but the concept resurfaces every once in a while and I spend some time turning it over in my mind.

It was a Supernatural fic, with the basic premise that angels were real, actual creatures/people, but they were extinct, kind of like the dodo. Recent enough that bones and other signs had been found, there might be written records and such, but no one living has ever seen one. The Winchesters either own/curate or are otherwise involved in a museum with an exhibit on angels, which happens to have a (nearly?) complete angel skeleton, maybe the most complete one in the world. The mental image is it suspended in the middle of a large round room, posed as if in flight, very whale-skeleton-in-a-big-aquarium-esque. I have a sketch somewhere of this. Sam is studying history/archaeology/idk but something that ties in with an interest in angels specifically. Dean's more hands-on, practical efforts of going out and doing stuff.

But anyway, angels are real but they don't exist anymore, everyone knows this.

And then they find an angel. Castiel, obviously, who is injured and lost after getting blown way off course by a big storm and very much alive. And this would be amazing, incredible, biggest news of the century - if it didn't mean bad things for Cas and probably the other angels. Because there are other angels, of course, living in a hidden valley where no one has managed to find them. Possibly because magic.

Castiel gets to see the angel exhibit, correcting misconceptions and artistic representations (which Sam eats up like he's starving for information) and spends a long time looking at the skeleton before declaring it to be the archangel Gabriel, lost some hundred or two years or so. (At some point, magic happens, because angels don't die so much as sort of discorporate? And since Gabriel's bones are still intact, they still hold him and Castiel is somehow able to bring Gabriel back to life. At this point, I don't remember my exact reasoning for how this happens, but it was very cool, okay.)

Anyway, they have to get Castiel back to his people and safety, but since he's injured and lost, that involves them going with him and it's a big adventure and whatnot to bring him home and then there's this whole angelic civilization hidden in some valley and Sam and Dean probably end up staying there or something, I don't know.

[youcanteverchangeme]

So bit of a long one!

It’s been playing on my mind a lot. Should I invite my father to my wedding? My parents divorced when I was 11, prior to that my dad was my favourite parent. He made all these promises during the divorce that he would see us and take us out and whatnot. And he did a little but slowly it started to fade. He would cancel, not show up and then just cut down the amount he saw us. A few years later he got married to a woman I honestly barely know. We met her but she made no effort to get to know my sister or I and pretty much is a stranger. That’s when things cut off, dad really didn’t see us. He would bring presents for birthdays and Christmas at first but then it became he’d just transfer us money. We stopped buying him Father’s Day gifts because we never saw him to give him them. At 16ish I wrote him a massive letter basically explaining how our faded relationship had ruined me and I really wanted him to start making an effort, I missed him. But it was to no avail, nothing changed. When I left the country it got worse, I tried to message him when I was coming home in the hopes he’d offer to see me but no. I gave him my addresses every time I moved in hopes he might come to me, no. Just a card at the holidays and my birthday, and money. Texts around those times to check I was alive basically and that was it. I’ve never cut him off or said I don’t want to see him, even though at one point I really wanted to (my mum advised me not to) it’s all on him to not make the effort. He pretends to everyone that it’s fine though he uses the update texts I’ve sent to fill in his side of the family on what I’m up to as if he’s spoken to me. I told him I was engaged because my sister was worried he might find out in other ways and be cross, I really didn’t see the point in him knowing when I known for years that I would never invite him to my wedding. He burnt the bridge. He then told my auntie, she sent a card and money. I feel bad because my auntie was kind of there more than he was she’d come over to our house at my birthday because she lived around the corner and would bring me a gift and stuff. I said to my mum I maybe should invite her but then I know she would wonder why my dad wasn’t there and would tell him and all dramas would ensue. And frankly I can’t be arsed with the drama. My fiancé said it’s my decision but he thinks I should be the ‘bigger person’ and invite my dad. I’m low key tired of being the ‘bigger person’ when I’m the child and I did nothing wrong. I want this to be the big wake up call to my dad that I don’t see him as a parent anymore. Even if I did invite him I would not feel comfortable having him walk me down the isle as if he did anything for me. He would just use that to be to everyone else ‘look how proud dad I am’ when he’s not. My mum said I have no reason to feel guilty about not inviting him when he’s done nothing but try to buy my affection with gifts and not actually be there for me. He never attended my graduation so it’s not the first life event he’s missed and the last time I saw him in person was my granddads funeral in 2018, which I only attended to support my granny. I feel selfish for wanting myself to be happy and not worried on the big day when I know if he was there it would just put a damper on my mood, because I would be worried my mum would say something about it. And I know it will upset him to not be invited because he thinks he’s still dad of the year for sending money on the obligated occasions. He doesn’t see the hurt he’s caused.

Am I being horrible?

[inc0gnit0-m0de]

Egg hatching story rough copy (small adharan ship invade California, gets raided by soldiers and loses like 20 something eggs) (Town that protag lives in is clled Blythe its on the cali-arizona border)(futuristic 1930’s setting where the gret depression happens 2004)“Look what i got at work hun!” Damn. Lucia groaned inwardly at her husbands voice as she straightened in her chair, her leg ached.. The dolt was always bringing home odd trinkets that while looking interesting or pleasing,were often dangerous. The loud tap-tap-tap of footsteps sounded at her door before being swung open. And a large milky colored orb was shoved into her view, Lucia fought the urge to glower at the exuberant man before her. “what  did you bring home this time Todd?”“A jewel or somethin’, i think thats what ‘boss said anyways” He bounced the sphere in his palms. she pinched the bridge of her nose and tilted her head back, causing long auburn wisps to fall away from her face.This ‘jewel’ was clearly an egg of some sort.It looked like it was laid by a barn owl, if a bit large and transparent-looking.“ Todd where did you get this ‘jewel’?” He handed her the egg as he spoke “ well me n the boss were patrolling and found ‘nother Adharan wreck just inside Cali borders.Had all these white jewels inside of it“  Lucia mm-hmm’d as she absentmindedly prodding at the egg, must be adharan then. “I picked this one cuz it was the biggest,” she couldnt hear him outside of the observational monologue in her head.Todd fidgeted during the pause, “ jus’ thought id get a pretty thing for my pretty lady”. The taller woman snapped to attention in time to tell todd that he did a good job and whatnot, she liked todd of course but he was a bit scatterbrained when it came to random objects beyond the skyline.{timeskip mayhaps idk}The orb filled with white fire pulsated and squirmed, just itching at the opportunity to be released from its hazy prison.Lucia’s eyes, often glazed over with utter unconcern, were alive with a calculated mischief.in her boredom with house-wifery Lucia had chosen to incubate the spawn of her peoples greatest enemy,on Terra,in her house,on the shag carpet.It had to be a crime, a felony of unimaginable extent,that carpet was pretty expensive.But Lucia didn’t care. She was tired of the same dreaded, monotonous routine that she had been dutifully following like the good little housewife that she was.     The good little wife that she had been.Lucia wanted to raise one to these insectoid beasts, just to see what chaos she could create. Spurred on by some unknown force,the egg burst open with a squelch. Lucia would have gagged had she cared.High pitched scraping sound greeted her. she grimaced as a fat grub rolled across the carpet onto hardwood.It wriggled and endulated,it looked mostly the same as the egg. just oblong and with a pair of snapping mandibles that clicked continously.Lucia studied the larvae curiously, she eyes flickered to the corkboad with pinned bugs and arthropods.  The board had a section for hornets, brood included.Lucia smiled, she remembered the days when she would blowoff etteqiuette classes to hunt down hornet nests. She would become trancelike, she wouldnt destroy them like the other children, no,she would sit politely and just, watch.The uniformity mesmerized her, not a single wing nor antennae was out of line. Every single hornet in that hive knew their job and were content with it.Lucia jolted  as the clicking, writhing larvae found its way to her chair and dragged its jaws against her wooden leg. Had she been another woman, she woud have probably screamed in abject horror, but lucia didnt see this gesture as a threat or danger. Her work in the field so many years ago had taught her that this grub was just hungry and was telling her so in the perfect, matter-of-fact way that insects always did.Lucia reached for the cute littleporcelain bowl beside her, a wedding gift from todd’s sister i think. She took a spoon and scooped up a viscous glob of protein powder and various ground up animal bits.“If its gonna grow big it will have to eat as such.” Lucia mumbled to no one in particular.\{timeskip part 2}{ perspective change???}Todd hummed a tune he didnt remember the words to as he changed out of his uniform.He was getting ready to go home after a long shift, lost in his thoughts of nothingness.“Man those adherans are more tenacious than a coon going after a crawdad!” it was his fellow recruits chattering.“Jared of course they are theyre invaders for a reason,and I know you didnt have that stupid accent an hour ago” Todd chuckled as Second-Liutenant McReady smacked Jared on the bck of his head lightly.“You jus cant stand fun ‘round here can ya Nic? You allergic to it or somethin’?” Jared griped in a voice similar to an italian mob-boss as they walked away,bickering becoming quieter but Jared’s over-the-top accents becoming sillier.Instead of catching up with Jared and Nic, Todd hurried to pack up so he could get home to his pregnant wife.{perspective change yet again-}“Yep, i uh, gave birth right at home” Lucia avoided eye contact with Todd, she had wanted to see how far she could go with this little experiment,and pretended to be pregnant while the egg went unhatched.She forgot to include her lack of lying ability as a variable in her calculations.Todd looked at her,then at the baby-sized larvae in his arms,then at her,back at the bug with no expression. Cold sweat beaded at Lucia’s brow, feeling very stupid she was tempted to come clean-The grub wiggled at Lucia in a manner that could only be described as laughing.damn bug.“well , uh, look I-” Her uncomfortable attempt at being honest was cut short as Todd’s face broke out into the single most excited smile on Terra,”He’s got your eyes!”“Wh- Uh yes ‘he’ sure does!” The thin lady quietly huffed a sigh of relief,“Why did you air quote “he”-” Todd began, Lucia quickly snatched up the larvae and wrapped it in a fluffy blanket.The bug spawn gurgled ungratefully.“Dont you have any manners? I just gave birth to a gru- child,i meant child” Todd quickly backed down sheepishly. “Ah uh go rest then ill take care of dinner” he was most certainly going to burn water, but it the thought that counts. After some time and once Lucia was certain her husband was clueless she allowed him to feed the squirming bug.”Soo.. Whats his name? Cuz i was thinkin’ something like Toddlleton or toddy,its like Teddy but i added-” She stuck out her index finger to shush him, she hadnt thought this far ahead, but she sure as hell wasnt going to name her larvae ‘Toddy’. “Uhm..” her eyes anded on her framed copy of Solstice Daily, dated on her birthday, “S-Sol?”{timeskip, Sol’s perspective)“Theres my boy!all ready for his first day of senior year! :D” Sol was yanked into a big bear hug from jis father, “clkclk chhk wubwok” Sol chittered in annoyance, Todd relented and put him down. Lucia glanced over her coffee mug at the two, mostly indisbelief, she had kept this ruse goin for 17 and a half years now. Sol was almost six feet tall now, half a foot taller than his ‘father’, large insectoid eyes protruded from his triangularly angled head, long antennae drooped downwards animatedly and he continued clicking. He had two sets of arms for the love of Moth Jesus. Lucia pondered her next lies.Sol trudged towards Blythe Highschool, anxiously jostling his backpack.He was just barely walking through a little forested shortcut when he heard the clicking and rustling from the bushes, {oh no, what if its an Adharan? Im too pretty to die!!} Sol panic clicked rapidly as the ruslting grew louder. Throwing up his arms in defense of his face, Sol awaited imminent demise.…Nothing happened, for two, maybe three seconds.{what.what are you doing in broad daylight?? Are you trying to get killed?} a new chittering noise interuppted Sol’s dramatic death scenario, a very irritated one at that. Sol lowered his arms just enough to peek at the newcomer, but, he couldnt see anything?? {Where are you? I cant see-} Sol gasped {Are you invisible? A ghost?!} A heavy and disgruntled sigh was heard before a chitinous black hand was waved in his face,causeing him to jump. {no im just short, cool it with the screeching beanstalk} 

[altaisms]

character profile ; the crow

name ; (the) crow species ; distributary-born awoken pronouns ; he/him gender ; cis man sexuality ; gay class/subclass ; solar hunter - blade barrage preferred, golden gun depending on mission ghost ; glint (they/them) age ; appears to be in mid to late thirties in awoken standards. 5 years he's been revived as a lightbearer.

physical description ; crow stands at about 5'7" without armor, 5'11" with. his features are angular and sharp, with a grey complexion that seems otherworldly. he has white markings below both eyes that lead into a small chevron-like mark on his forehead, and luminescent orange eyes. he has an undercut all around with the right side completely shaved, black hair combed to the left and angled to a point just about jaw-length. there's a shock of white in the front running from scalp all the way down to the ends, a result from uldren sov's time in the prison of elders. he is very muscular, most notably in the shoulder and arm area. crow also has long elf-like ears that are covered in ear piercings, sharpened canines and an almost uncanny look to him — some other slight signature looks of the awoken that were born in the distributary.

light abilities ; he's most at home in solar light, and though he is still getting used to his abilities and whatnot, tends to be a bit clumsy. however his overall skill usually prevails, and crow's beginning to see the successes stack up in the face of the past failures. he has not dabbled with darkness, but has been tempted on more than one occasion. he does not want anything to do with stasis, but ponders the idea of strand.

brief history & personality ; crow has come a long way in the few years he's been alive as a lightbearer, and has only recently begun referring to himself as a guardian. in the early days it was nothing but survival, assuming every single creature wanted to obliterate him and glint for past sins he had no recollection of ever committing. living in that sort of way, that lonely way, left him bitter and melancholic ; the fear and uncertainty almost driving him to a point of extreme paranoia.

after savathûn had showed him every single moment of his past life, uldren sov, crow had become angry, resentful, and scared. it was a critical moment in his life, a critical moment in his mental health and it was the lowest point he had ever been in - counting his time with spider, as well.

after having eris intervene and quite literally having to face uldren sov, crow is now in a fairly good place in present days. he's quick-tongued and sharp, but is warm and holds so much love in his heart. he's an enjoyer of a few good jokes here and there, and wants nothing more than to be able to connect to the people around him. to understand and to be understood.

tags ; gen tag | misc

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 170

Citizen Fang/The God Complex

“Citizen Fang”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are at odds after sM asks a hunter named Martin to keep an eye on Benny without telling Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t dare try to hit on someone Benny said was like a little sister to him. That’s how you end up dead

Omg Sam leave Benny alone. You cannot compare the couple days or whatever you had with Amy to what Dean and Benny had for a whole year in Purgatory

This little mom and pop drive up diner looks so cute. I wanna go.

What’s that one ability Magnus had in TAZ Balance where people in small towns just loved him and wanted to welcome him in and whatnot? Dean’s got that. He’s BARELY told this girl enough info about Benny (going by Roy now) to prove he knows him, and she’s just about given him Benny’s address

Now, I don’t believe Benny’s actually the guy killing these people. I think he’s doing clean up, but nothing he’s doing is helping his case. I just hope he makes it out of this episode alive

It IS hard to believe Benny’s not always been this cute and cuddly, what with his Louisiana drawl and his crystal blue eyes

Benny’s little sister figure is actually his great-granddaughter??

Sam. I don’t think you get to be mad if Dean doesn’t fully trust you. IVE WATCHED SEVERAL SEASONS OF YOU KEEPING SECRETS FROM HIM. SECRETS THAT KICKSTARTED THE APOCALYPSE

Martin wtf.

Ok you know what? As long as Sam is looking to actually investigate and not just kill Benny, I appreciate what he said about going to find him with Martin

SAM!!! Just leaving Martin out in the woods like that. Ok. I’m good with it.

God Dean and Benny have such delightful banter between them, especially now that their lives aren’t CONSTANTLY in peril, just most of the time

Oh no Dean. Look. Benny didn’t actually get tempted enough to feast but…you’re…you’re gonna have to deal with that at some point, aren’t ya?

Oh. Sam’s going to Amelia, not to Dean and Benny

Sucks that Benny can’t stay in his home town ☹️

Oh Martin can absolutely go FUCK HIMSELF for threatening Elizabeth to get to Benny

WHO’S THE ACTUAL EVIL ONE HERE, MARTIN??? Because I’m pretty sure it’s you.

Oh Benny. Just…so willingly so docilely laying down your own life for Elizabeth’s sake and safety. They cut away from how it ended but doesn’t mean it looks good for him

Sam. You disappeared and she had a whole ass husband who had also disappeared and came back. What did you think was gonna happen?

Oooo we DO get to see what happened in the gumbo shack. Well, Martin’s dead (GOOD.) but Benny’s no where to be found

Omg…DEAN. That’s just mean to do to Sam. Yeah, no wonder he doesn’t want to listen to you about what happened with Benny. YOU CAN’T PLAY WITH HIS FEELINGS MAKING HIM THINK AMELIA WAS IN TROUBLE AND THEN BE SURPRISED HE DOESNT WANNA HEAR SHIT ABOUT YOUR FLING FROM LAST YEAR

“The God Complex”

Plot Description: the TARDIS lands in a hotel that contains the darkest fears of every visitor

Morbid that there’s this whole wall full of photos of beings and their fears as they get picked off

“It’s okay, we’re nice” roryyyyyyyyyyy

Why do we have two episodes back to back where we go places with confusing landscapes? I wouldn’t be mad at in the same season or with the same Doctor, but back to back??

Joe….is certainly something.

(I just had the thought “do I have season three of sherlock on dvd?” And I don’t know if I want that answer to be yes or no)

Oh this poor dude whose species has never had a moment’s test from invaders…

Joe you are not helping

Ok but who is “He”? He who will feed? Him who those who “see the light” praise??

You can REALLY tell this is an overlap year with Sherlock from the way this is filmed.

RIP Joe

I forgot it was a minotaur-like figure, which makes this labyrinthine hotel makes sense

It does kind of look like the hotel from the shining. They definitely took inspiration from, not a one to o r comparison

It’s really good when the Doctor comes up against something also extremely old. This creature has been around so long even it’s name is lost, it’s pure instinct now, and all it does is prepare beings to be taken by [???]

Ah, Howie, you idiot. RIP, my lad

Not to be like “I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything” but I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything

Oh no, Ritaaaaaaaa. Not you, too.

Guy whose name I don’t remember is acting VERY suspicious

I hate thissss. I hate watching Rita succumb to whatever is controlling the hotel. It was heartbreaking hearing her say that she could feel herself losing the faith she’d grown up with and loved and having it replaced with just “Praise Him.”

Yeah. This is the kind of episode that weighs heavy on him. He hasn’t been able to save anyone but Amy and Rory, and Rory’s just because he hasn’t found his room (and the guy I’m suspicious of, but I hardly count it as saving if he’s behind any part of this)

Oh interesting. And kind of sad. See, turns out the WHATEVER preys on faith not fear. And so it will show you what you most fear in order to force you to dig deep to find what keeps you brave. But Rory has nothing he believes in that much? Nothing he holds so dear to keep him brave? I’m guessing for Amy, it’s the Doctor but in a childhood hero kind of way. But you know how much I’ve seen Rory move mountains out of his love for Amy???? And that’s not something that keeps him brave??? I don’t believe it

Mmmm, the Doctor lies. And he’s lying to Amy right now to save her. Making her lose her faith in him so [???] can’t feed off it anymore. Well, maybe it’s not ALL lies, but I hope it’s PARTIALLY lies

So…apologies to that guy. He had nothing to do with it

I didn’t realize this was when they were supposed to say goodbye. I remembered there was a split at the end of season six because Amy and Rory were on the edge of divorce at the beginning of seven but DAMN

[vespertinetears]

MEMORY

☄ synopsis — to him, you’re still here.

☄ pairing — Tetsurou Kuroo x gn!reader (fic told from Kenma’s point of view)

☄ word count — 1,506

☄ notes/warnings — angst! reader died, and now kenma checks up on kuroo every week.

reblogs appreciated – do not repost and/or claim any part of my creations as your own.

Half an hour away from Kuroo’s place, the year is 2021. When anyone who knows about his situation shows up at his door, though, time has stopped at 2019 and refuses to budge. My friend has happily resided in his little vacation home, which was thankfully placed far away from the commotion of countless, unassuming city people, since before the accident. Train rides only go so far, however, and the frigid air is quick to embrace me as soon as I set foot on the concrete of the station. The breeze barely acknowledges the thick goose-down coat I’ve equipped, leaving me to tuck my nose behind my wool scarf and grip the handles of the grocery bags a little tighter.

“Curse this stupid weather,” I grumble. My feet shuffle as quickly as they can without risking a blunt fall to the ground as an attempt to keep me even remotely warm, but the only hope I really have of staying alive in weather like this is to find comfort next to Kuroo’s fireplace, which, to my relief, is only a minute or so away. I drag my feet a little faster along the sidewalk narrowly lining the humble, silent street.

With three rapid knocks against his door, I only wait a few seconds before the large oak mass flies open. There stands Kuroo, sporting gray sweats and a black turtleneck, whose arms are outstretched as he looms over me. “You’re here! Quick, come inside. We’ve been waiting so long for you!“

It’s only been a week, comes the gripe of a thought in the furthest confines of my mind, but I offer him a tired little smile. “Thanks,” I say, shambling inside his home. He locks the door behind me while I struggle to kick off one winter boot, then steps around me and takes the grocery bags just as I finish punting off the other.

My heart stills when Kuroo calls his lover’s name, and it drops when all that answers him is silence. “Oh, hold on,” he says with a chuckle, faintly scratching the back of his messy-haired head. “I completely forgot that they’re out at work right now. I’ll give them a call instead.” I round the corner and watch him pull out his phone, flicking his finger across the screen and dialing up his partner’s number. With the phone pressed against his ear, he glances at me and smiles. “You know how busy they are nowadays, always insisting I take a break from my work and whatnot, but it’s really too much if they can’t even see you. When was the last time they saw you, now? Four months?” Before I can give him an answer, he turns away from me, waiting for the ringing to give way to his partner’s voice. The dull vibrating of the spare phone I keep in my coat pocket delivers an especially harsh blow to my heart. Quickly, I turn away for just a moment to whip the device out and jab my thumb at the red button on its screen, spinning back around just in time to see Kuroo pull his own phone away from his ear. “Huh, didn’t answer. Must be in a meeting.” Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he claps his hands together and faces me again. “The show must go on, though, right? So what’s it gonna be—Netflix or livestreams?"

"You’re just asking for fun,” I manage to say, but it’s hard to speak with the growing lump in my throat. “Livestreams all the way."

"I’m asking to be nice,” he corrects me, pointing his finger at me like a parent would at their child when they give a wrong answer. “Go ahead and make yourself at home while I pull out these snacks you brought. It shouldn’t be long before they’re ready."

The lump has grown far too large in my throat for me to answer him, so all I do is nod and make a beeline for the couch in his living room. With every step I take, memories of his doctor’s explanation of the condition he had earned from the accident ring deafeningly in my ears.

"So it seems your friend is experiencing a special case,” Kuroo’s doctor said after pulling me out of the office. To my left hung a painting that depicted some hodgepodge of pastel hues morphed into flowers and other plants. To my right rested a bland beige wall. “He’s suffering from anterograde amnesia…but he also can’t recall the car crash itself."

"What does that mean?” I asked, never straying my pointed gaze from his own. The light bouncing off his glasses occasionally hid his weathered brown eyes.

“Well, unlike retrograde amnesia, where an individual is unable to recall events leading up to their cause of memory loss,” he explained, “anterograde amnesia stops one from creating new memories. However, in Kuroo’s situation, he’s failed to remember the accident while also failing to retain new memories."

"How did it even happen?"

"Well, the car accident he and his partner were in severely damaged his hippocampus, which is often found to be at the source of all cases of anterograde amnesia.” He allowed his shoulders to sag the slightest bit with a sigh, then looked at me again. “I’m sorry for your loss."

”…Kozume,“ Kuroo’s voice says urgently, and I shake my head out of the memory.

"Did you say something?” I ask, looking up at him apologetically. The tall, black-haired man stands in front of me with his knees slightly bent, one hand resting on his thigh while the other pulls away from my shoulder.

“Ah, you were lost in thought. My bad,” he smiles wearily, pulling his bent figure away to stand upright. “I was asking which channel you wanted to take a look at today…by the way, are you doing all right?” He points down at my clasped hands. “You’re shaking…"

"What’s that?” I look down at my hands and notice that they are indeed quivering. The air surrounding me has a little bite to it, but that isn’t what’s caused me to act this way. “Ah, I am…I’m sorry, Kuroo, but I’m not sure I can stay and watch any livestreams with you today."

"Is that so? But you’ve only just arrived,” he complains. “I know how busy you can be, though…just don’t be so much of a stranger next time you stop by, you hear? It gets lonely with everyone working all the time.” Kuroo backs up a little to give me some space, and I cut through and make my way to the front door.

Zipping up my coat and pulling on my boots, I mindlessly throw the scarf around my neck and swing the door open. I turn to look at him one more time, forcing a small grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back sooner than you think.”

With one final little wave on his part, I pull the door shut behind me and dart down the sidewalk. Hot, steamy tears are ripped down and away from my cheeks by the bitter wind, and my legs burn from the sudden sprint, but I can’t afford to be anywhere near his home. I keep seeing his partner’s face next to his when they aren’t there, keep imagining the way they always liked to loosely hug his side when guests roamed their living room when they aren’t there, keep seeing all of these things when they aren’t there. The drunken car crash took them away from me and, even worse, from Kuroo. They're gone.

My legs, weak and shaky from the run, finally come to a rocky stop at the train station. Powdery flakes of white have just now started to descend from the blank gray skies, but the concrete I stand on is protected by a simple tiled roof. I stumble over to a billboard and unceremoniously let my back fall against the glass, resting the back of my head against it. “This week just isn’t it for me,” I breathe.

Just then, the secondary, basic phone I keep with me vibrates again. Pulling it out of my pocket, I freeze at the sight of Kuroo’s name on the screen with an incoming call. Like before, I jab my thumb at the red button, stashing the device back in my pocket and ignoring the series of short vibrations until the train comes rolling in. As soon as I find a comfortable seat and sit down, my fingers slide across the lock screen at lightspeed and bring the messages he had left up in full view…and the tears, kind enough to have stopped before, now pour relentlessly.

Kuroo (17:04) — Hey, you just missed Kenma! He stopped by with some snacks for us. Cool, right?

Kuroo (17:05) — But he had to leave…and I’m bored. Are you coming home soon?

Kuroo (17:24) — You need to take it easy on yourself. Those meetings are starting to get to your head. I knew the feeling until you and Kenma told me to stay at home…

Kuroo (17:31) — …I’ll leave you alone. Just let me know if there’s something you need, okay? Miss you.

Kuroo (17:33) — Love you.

...And the cycle repeats.

I'm not the one who's crying you are slkdnsdlvkdsnvsdv

[majestyeverlasting]

hey, I absolutely love your writing!!!❤️

Can you maybe write a Bucky x reader with the fluffy prompt 31?

(the reader is afraid of something and she lashes out on Bucky... like she rambles on, and on to Bucky so that she runs out of breath... and Bucky forces her into a hug, which she eventually relaxes into and then tells her the promt)

If you can't write this, I'll totally understand... enjoy your day🌼🌼

♡ Hi! Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you like my writing! I love this request, and hope I was able to capture the essence of what you wanted. I know you've been waiting, so thanks for being patient! To summarize, the reader's doubts lead her and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world. That of course leads to some intimate dialogue and soft moments. Towards the end, I played around with an idea that relates to Bucky having enhanced senses, and I think it worked out pretty well. But I suppose that's up for you guys to decide. 🌼

♡ Prompt 31: “Shh, I can hear your heartbeat.”

What Comes Naturally

There was an abundance of memories to hold onto as summer began to bid farewell. Each of them sweet, and owning a small fraction of your heart. The days, once long, were beginning to grow shorter, and nature itself was slowing to the new rhythm of the atmopshere. It beautiful time of transition.

But a rather peculiar round of thoughts had started to cultivate within your mind. They were dense and somewhat dark, awaiting the moment in which they could release their rain.

Their accumulation had been on the basis of value. The value you were adding to the world, specifically; was it enough? Could you be working more, creating more? Did strangers walk away remembering you? Did you better the lives of those around you? There were as many doubts as there were questions. And they all seemed to have come out of nowhere, plaguing you suddenly.

It was an unfortunate headspace to have fallen into. All things considered, you should’ve been happy. Happier than you were, at least, because it was the dawn of your favorite season. Yet you’d woken up and found yourself wondering if you were doing enough.

That afternoon rolled around quickly. You were curled up on the couch when Bucky returned home from his routine run. He lifted his hand in a wave, to which you responded with a quiet hi. The earbuds you had in played a song that served as a feeble distraction from your worries. You watched as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. He focussed on you as he drank.

Then he set the bottle on the kitchen island, and dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand. A furrow formed between his brows as sweat glistened above along his hairline. “You okay, doll?”

The question barely registered, but you read his lips. Before speaking, you paused the song. “Yeah, m’fine. Just relaxing”

You might as well have been glass with the way his gaze went through you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” he said, running a hand through his hair. A brief moment of silence passed. “We’ll talk when I’m done, okay?” There was a knowing to his tone.

All you did was nod, gratefully.

A couple minutes after he left the kitchen, you ended up padding to the bedroom as well. Rather than bothering with another distraction, you simply laid on your back across the bed. You stared at the ceiling as the sound of running shower water emitted from the bathroom. And though it was faint, you could also hear the timbre of Bucky’s voice as he hummed a tune. You closed your eyes, finding solace in the fact that he was near, and willing to listen.

By the time he came out, you’d dozed off into a light sleep. As soon he gave your knee a few gentle squeezes, your eyes fluttered open. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Damp locks of his hair fell into his forehead, and a beige bath towel was wrapped around his waist. You sat up with a soft grunt, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving to get dressed. You caught of whiff of his cedar body wash in the process.

“Love you,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said. “Wanna start telling me ‘bout what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a few seconds, all you did was look down at your socked feet and kick them. You heard a couple of dresser drawers open as Bucky saught out the clothes he was going to wear. “I feel like there’s something more I could be doing,” you finally said, turning to look at him. He’d tossed his towel onto the bed put on a pair of blue boxers.

“Something more?” He repeated as he pulled a black shirt over his head. “What do you mean?” His eyes met yours with genuine curiosity, wanting to understand.

You sighed, picking at the bed comforter. “The world is so big and people are out there doing so many different things, and it feels like I’m not doing nearly as enough. Like there are ways for me to step up that I’m not acknowledging,” you explained. “Like I’m missing the mark.”

Bucky put on a pair of sweat shorts before walking to take a seat beside you on the edge of the bed. He looked intently into your eyes. “What mark do you think you’re missing?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” you said, tone raising slightly. “There are people like you who go out and save the world, and do all of these crazy, larger than life things. People who have huge, innovative ideas that change entire industries. People who massive followings because they’re encouraging, or funny, and whatnot. And they all add so much to the world.”

Bucky thought about interjecting, but decided to let you continue. “It seems like I’m hardly doing anything. I at least try to leave a good impression on everyone I meet. And I try to extend the best of myself to the people I care about.” You turned your gaze from him, and directed it to the floor.

“But now there’s something’s telling me that I should be trying harder. And I don’t even know what that’s supposed to look like.” Bucky had began to run a comforting hand up and down your thigh. You released a harsh huff of air, not even realizing you’d been working yourself up. “I don’t even know where all of this is coming from. I just feel off, and...”

You fell silent when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. There was warmth radiating from his body, and he smelled good. So good. You let your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, and looked down to where your knee was brushing against his. Suddenly, it seemed as though everything you’d previously said was immature and incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Maybe I’m just being—”

“Shh,” he coaxed. Then he said something that caught you off guard, and took your mind off of everything else, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Wait, what?” You breathed. “No you can’t.” When Bucky chuckled, light and airy, you lifted your head. “Can you really?” Your voice was soft with a disbelieving edge.

“Yes,” he said, letting his arm slip from around you. “Lay down for a second.” You did, and he fell onto his back as well.

There the two of you were, chests rising with your breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

You waited for him to explain himself or say something else, but he didn’t for a while. The air was quiet long enough that you figured it was only a matter of time before you began to hear your own heartbeat, or possibly even his. You didn’t, of course, and Bucky eventually broke the ambience that had established itself.

“I can hear it,” he confirmed, turning to look at you. “But just barely ‘cause it’s not as strong now.”

“Because I’ve calmed down?” He hummed in agreement. You studied his handsome features and began to smile. "I didn’t know could do that,” you told him. “I mean, I knew your hearing was good, but to be able to hear a heart beating is… cool.”

“Yeah. I just have to be close enough and focus extremely hard,” he explained. “And you wanna know what I have to say about adding value to the world?”

You’d almost forgotten about what you expressed to him in the moments prior. Almost. “What?”

He propped himself up on his metal arm, and placed his flesh one on your chest over your heart. He could feel the gentle thump against his palm. “This, right here, is all you need to know that you’re adding value; the fact that you’re alive,” he said, smiling when you placed your hands overtop of his. “Everyday you’re adding value in a way only you can. Even if it’s not always through some big and over the top demonstration.

“Just be and do what comes naturally. One day that might be saving a city, another day that may be making somebody laugh. Who’s to say they aren’t equally important in the end? They both effect how the future plays out, right?” He quirked his brows.

It was moments like that when you realized just how much of life he'd lived and how much wisdom he'd earned over the years. Even if you had've racked your brain, you wouldn't have found anything capable of standing up against his words. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Right.”

-

Thank you so much for reading! Consider sticking around for more. <3

[prettyyoungandbored]

Both Sides Now [’Second Place’ Sequel]

Pairing: Bale!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: 8 years after Rachel’s death and taking place before the events of “The Dark Knight Rises”, Bruce and Y/N meet and relive a painful memory. 

Tagged: @kittenlittle24​ @fzzziiiieee

Read ‘Second Place’ before you read this. 

Author’s Note: Y’all ain’t ready for this. 

It wasn’t clear how he found her, but she wasn’t upset. She’d secretly hoped the day would come.

Eight years had passed since she walked out of the Wayne penthouse, since she and Bruce broke it off, and since Rachel had passed. Sometimes, when the memories come back to her it feels like they happened the month before. 

She smoothed her jeans as she made her way up the stairs to Wayne Manor, the pitter-patter of rain surrounding her as she attempted to keep dry with the umbrella over her head. When they were together, he was living at the penthouse in the middle of the city, she had dreamt of living in the Wayne Manor and raising a family of their own, but life had other plans as it always does.

She exhaled quickly and adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder. She knocked on the door and closed the umbrella.

Butterflies flew in her stomach as anticipation and anxiety ran throughout her body. She wondered how he looked. He had disappeared from the public not too long after the Dent memorial, as did Batman. In the wee small hours of the morning, she used to lie in bed and look outside the window, waiting for him to stand outside like he used to. He used to spend so many nights at her place at the end of his Batman shift. But eventually just like their relationship, her silly hopes came to an end and she stopped waiting.

The door opened and Alfred greeted her. His eyes lit up at the sight of her.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Alfred!” 

He opened the door, letting her in. He closed the door behind her, taking her umbrella. She slid off her raincoat, placing it on the rack beside the door. Her smile widened as she wrapped her old friend into an embrace.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” she marveled.

“I could say the same for you,” he responded warmly.

“How are you doing?”

“Well enough. Yourself?” 

“I’ve been quite alright. Busy, but alright.” 

She eyed the manor, noticing the white sheets over the furniture and home decor. She heard Bruce lost money in a bad investment, but didn’t know what to believe considering he was one of the most the smartest men she’d ever met. It was strange seeing the proof with her own eyes, but she didn’t care. Her reason for coming was bigger than him losing his fortune. 

“So this is the famous Wayne manor,” she sighed. “Bigger than I expected.” 

Alfred chuckled. “It’s certainly something else. I’ll take you into the living room. Master Wayne will join you shortly.” 

She followed the older man into the packed up living room. The only piece of furniture that was unpacked was an emerald velvet. While the windows were covered, slim rays of sunlight peaked through, adding tiny bits of sunlight into the dreary room. She took a seat on it and smiling at Alfred as he left. 

She set her purse down and rested her hands on her lap. She eyed the room, imaging what it must’ve have looked like prior to it’s current state. Bruce was insistent on making the place exactly how it was prior to the fire. She remembered teasing him about how specific he was with the interior decorator about having certain, specific colors in certain, specific rooms. 

Then from the corner of her eye, she spotted a painting that had yet to be covered. Her eyebrows furrowed, curiosity taking its course. She got up and knelt down in front of it to find it a was oil painting of Bruce and his parents, Thomas and Martha. Bruce looked like he was at least 10 years and had a stern expression on his face. Y/N chuckled at the thought that knowing how impatient the man tended to be, how dreadful posing for the picture must’ve been for young Bruce. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

She turned her head, her body springing up. A heaviness weighed over her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Her breath hitched.

Age had been incredibly kind to Bruce, minus the grey stripe in the side of his hair. He played it casual with a plain grey tee, jeans. His playful, mischievous eyes stayed on her as he flashed the smile that still made her weak in the knees.

Her lips curved into a small, slightly embarrassed smile. “You always did like to make an entrance.”

Bruce stared at her in wonderment, amazed at how she’d managed to look the same after all these years. The way she smiled at him brought him the comfort he once felt when being in presence and it reminded him of a home he’d missed. 

He chuckled. “I can’t help it.”

He started walking toward her when she noticed the limp in his walk. Her smile fell a bit.

“Shattered knee,” he explained casually. “Years of Batman injuries caught up with me.” 

“Here, let me-.”

“It’s quite alright.” He laughed it off much to Y/N’s surprise. He limped his way to the sofa, taking a seat. Y/N followed close behind, taking a seat beside him and turning to face him. 

“So how have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been well,” she answered. “Still doing event plannings and whatnot. How about you?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been better but, it’s all good.” 

“I heard,” she agreed, nodding her head. The heaviness of the subject of him losing everything lingered in the silence that followed. Feeling somewhat comfortable, Y/N took a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

He nodded reassuringly, almost too confidently. “I have some thing I’m working on.” 

“Well that’s good to know. You know, if you ever need anything-.” 

He waved his hand. “I’m alright. I appreciate it though.” 

“Bruce, you know I’m being serious.” 

“I know and I appreciate it, but I’m ok for now.” 

She gave him a small smile, silently agreeing to drop the subject. She shifted in her seat, clearing her throat.

“I have a daughter,” she admitted, pursing her lips back. 

Bruce’s eyes peaked up, his face lightening up in interest. “You’re kidding.”

“Her name is Mallory,” she beamed. She pulled out her wallet, pulling up a photo. 

Bruce took it from her, studying it. The child had Y/N’s smile and eyes as she smiled photogenically at the camera. His heart melted at the sight of her. “She’s beautiful. How old?” 

“Just turned three.”

“So you’re married?” he asked, looking up from the photo.

She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I, uhm...I used a sperm donor.”

Bruce nodded and she cleared her throat. “I’ve always wanted to be a mom-.”

“I remember that.”

In the time they were together, he couldn’t help but notice how Y/N looked at children and babies she passed by on the street. When things became more serious between them, she told Bruce her dreams of becoming a mom. Bruce, secretly having wanted kids himself, was in for it and the two spent time talking about a future with a child. 

“Anyway, I just decided to go for it,” she went on.

“Were you ok?” he asked. “You know, with the delivery and everything?”

His mind wandered to the what if once again, imaging himself in the room with her, holding her hand as she had a mini-breakdown. He’d remind her she could do it, while pressing multiple kisses on her forehead and hands. 

“My parents and friends supported me. I also had a great doctor and team of nurses to help me.” 

The dream in his mind died. Nevertheless, there was some comfort in knowing she wasn’t totally alone. 

“Are you seeing anyone?”

She shook her head. “I was for a while but that didn’t work out. It ended amicably though.” She paused. “What about you?”

He shook his head. “You’ll be happy to know you were the last.” 

Her cheeks filled with color. “Wow, you’re kidding me.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You didn’t even sneak anyone in while you hung in here all these years?” 

He shook his head as Y/N cocked her head back in astonishment. “Holy shit. That’s a long time for you.” 

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah it is.” 

Y/N cleared her throat and she fiddled with her fingers. While the small talk was great, she knew just why he called her here and she was ready to get to it. “I’m glad you called me.” 

“I am too. It’s good to see you.” 

She pursed her lips back, exhaling through her nose. “After...uhm...her voice trailed off as she sat up. 

Bruce’s head lifted a bit, his body leaning toward her, waiting eagerly. 

She sighed, realizing she had to rip the bandaid. “After what happened with us and to Rachel, I went to therapy and...while for the most part I was able to come to terms with most of it, there’s still...I still...” She stopped, chuckling. “God, this is fucking embarrassing.” 

“It’s not,” he assured her. “Whatever is you want to say or ask, please. Go for it.” 

She swallowed hard, pursing her lips. “Something Rachel brought up with me was that the night I went back to the apartment, you were going to propose to me.”

Bruce lowered his head, the memory coming alive in his mind. 

“Was that true?” she asked.

He shifted his head up. “It was.” He reached into his jean pocket and pulled it out. 

Y/N’s heart leapt at the sight of it. He handed it to her as she brought the ring closer to her eyes. It was a simple silver band with a .75 carat round diamond, with two little diamonds on each side of it, like the leaves of a flower. It was like watching her wildest dream come true in the palm of her hand. 

Tears sprung from her eyes and she quickly wiped them, sniffling her nose. 

“Y/N, what happened between Rachel and I...” his voice faltered. “We couldn’t be together because of Batman. Then she moved on with Harvey and I moved on with you.” 

“But you didn’t fully move on,” she pointed out. 

He nodded. “There was a lot between Rachel and I that we didn’t exactly come to terms with. When it became clear to me that I wanted to spend my life with you, I told Rachel. She told me she felt the same and wanted to be with Harvey. The kiss...neither one of us meant for it to happen, but it did.” 

“You don’t regret it though?”

He shook his head. Much to his and her own surprise, Y/N gave him a small smile. “I understand.” She paused. “Would you ever have told me about it?” 

“Truthfully?” 

“Honestly.” 

“No.” 

“Fair enough, I guess,” she sighed. “This leads me to a follow up question, why was she the first person you told that you were giving up Batman?” 

“Because a long time ago, she said that when I ended Batman we could be together. I wanted her to know that I was ending Batman but that I chose to be with you.” 

“Were you going to tell me?” 

“Of course.” 

She leaned forward. “It took me a long time to come to terms with everything and if I’m being honest, it took me a long time to really forgive you.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I have to ask you something that’s been bothering me for years.”

“By all means.”

“Did you ever actually plan to have a future with me?”

A small smile crept on his lips. “I did.”

“But you said Rachel-.” 

“A part of me loved her still, but a larger part of me loved you more.” 

She felt her heart shatter once again, just as it did almost eight years ago. “There are so many times I wondered if I had made a mistake walking out that door.” 

“You were rightfully angry, Y/N-.” 

“Not then. That morning after I woke up and you were on the couch and you...and I...” She exhaled. “I wish I never walked out the door that morning.” 

He nodded his head. “And I wish I had stopped you. After all these years, I still wish I did.” 

There was a sense of peace in his words. She still mattered to him, a conformation that she selfishly wondered about all these years.

“Do you wonder what we could’ve been?” Bruce asked, breaking the silence.

“Do you?”

“All time.”

She tilted her head, smiling. “Me too.” She sighed. “I sometimes live in the past too, Bruce.”

She sighed. “I better go. I have to pick up Mallory.” 

His heart broke, realizing their meeting had come to an end. “I’ll walk you out the door.” 

She swung her purse over her shoulder as the two walked together to the entrance of the house.

Stopping at the front door, Bruce scratched back of his head. “Would you ever try again? With me?”

Just as he began to regret his words, he felt her hand caress his cheek. She smiled. “When you’re ready, give me a call.”

As she walked away, Bruce watched her, a hopeful smile played on his lips. 

“I take it the meeting went well?” Alfred inquired. 

“Very much so.” 

“She showed you pics of the child?” 

“Her name is Mallory. She’s beautiful.” 

“Did you tell her?” 

Bruce turned to Alfred. “Not yet. Soon though.” 

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What If...? III // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: The aftermath of both the car accident and the proposal is something Luke struggles with dividing you two for the first time. With an ultimatum in place Luke finds himself standing in front of his childhood home but can he open the door he had locked and shut?

Warning: Swearing, talk of injuries, self-guilt, angst, Unsaid Emily (I’m a terrible person), and fluff (I SWEAR THERE IS FLUFF IN THIS)

Words: 4.0k

Requested: By @beautifulblogsblog . There will be two more parts at least.

A/N: Grammarly estimates that this will take a little over 15 minutes to read. I also almost made you not get an answer to a make or break question somewhere in here but I wanted to make up for the cliffhanger in part one.

*Bobby’s last name in this is Willis, it will come clear why soon.

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Masterlist (other parts for What If can be found in the masterlist)

(This goddamn shirt is also a warning holy christ)

Hollywood 1996

Life after the car accident was strange, to say the least. You lived with the guilt that your father couldn’t pick up a guitar. He had severely broken his arm in the crash in the instinctive moment to protect you. Your mother hovered, and Luke was there, but something changed since his hospital proposal.

There was a weird tension between you and him that concerned Alex because Luke wouldn’t talk about it. He would change the subject whenever Alex inquired about that empty ring box he found. Luke hadn’t told the guys he planned to propose and being rejected wasn’t something he wanted to share. However, one night he finally did.

“You could propose at the Eiffel Tower!” Reggie suggested having seen a commercial with the tower in the background. His excitement was visible to the band members in the living room.

 “Too cheesy.” Luke grumbled, rolling his eyes slouching down on the couch, “I’m not proposing.”

“I understand it’s a big step b-“

“I’m not proposing because I already did.” Luke snapped running hand through his messy hair with a glower. Alex was quiet, taking in the news and watching Luke’s body language.

“Oh congrat-“

“Read the damn room.” Luke snapped, slamming his pen on the coffee table as he stalked up the stairs to his bedroom. The resounding slam of his door marking his anger more prominent. Alex flinched at the sound.

“Was it something-“

“Seriously man?” Alex groaned, shaking his head at the bassist standing up from the armchair leaving the bassist the lone sitter, “You are so lucky you can play bass.”

Alex left Reggie downstairs to enter Luke’s room where he was throwing darts at the board harshly. Luke didn’t need to turn around to know Alex was in his personal place with one goal in mind, to cheer his bandmate up.

“What happened?” Alex asked, sitting in the second-hand office chair with a hole in the seat. His blue eyes watching the jerky movements from the obviously frustrated guitarist.

“She said no.” Luke whispered, rubbing a hand over his weary hazel eyes, more of a blue with the sadness he felt, “I proposed, and she said no.”

“I’m sorry. Did Y/N say why?” Alex hesitated to ask the question fearing Luke would fully snap as he had down a few times in the past. The one time was when he found Alex crying as an asshole overheard Alex admit to his crush on Jonathan Taylor Thomas after seeing him on Home Improvement. Courtesy of Luke, that asshole never breathed a word about it.

“An ultimatum. She won’t say yes until I fix things with my parents.” Luke sighed collapsing onto his bed, staring at the blue ceiling. Going back home after hurting his mom was something hard to do.

The night he left had been filled with a lot of words he regretted saying, he can’t even remember the last time he told his mom he loved her. The last time dinner hadn’t been tense and filled with anger. There was a pang of deep guilt for running out on his family, his mother and seeing the missing person posters further hammered the guilt in.

“She has a point.” Alex admitted, “We made it. We proved to our parents that this band was worth it. Take it from me. I would give anything for my parents to be the way they were before I told them I’m gay.”

Luke was quiet.

“You have a chance to fix things and Luke, that’s something you’ll regret. Remember the night of The Orpheum? We were gonna get street dogs? If we had, we would have died man.”

“I guess we got lucky?” Luke half-smiled remembering when they had been walking near the Orpheum a few days after performing.

The guy that sold the street dogs was arrested, and an ambulance was taking a couple to the hospital. The couple died, and it made the guys think how close they could have come to dying all the times they ate out of the Oldsmobile.

“We did. She loves you, Luke, but if you love her. You’ll reach out to your parents. I know they would love it.” Alex spoke, squeezing his best friends’ shoulder before he let himself out of the bedroom.

Alex joined Reggie in the living room watching a VHS they had rented from Blockbuster this morning. A smile appearing on Alex’s face as the muted familiar sound of a guitar came from upstairs. The sad melody Luke had taught his band playing.

“So, what year do you think we should release a country album? I can play the banjo.” Reggie asked, looking over at Alex with a thoughtful expression, “I’ve been writing this wicked song. I’m thinking of calling it ‘Home is Where My Horse Is’? How long would it take you to learn how to fiddle?”

“Reggie. I love you man, but I am not gonna be barefoot in overalls fiddling.” Alex spoke, shaking his head at his bandmate who pouted softly.

Alex and Reggie fell asleep on the couch that night while Luke worked tirelessly through the night on Unsaid Emily. It was by far the most personal song he had ever written, but it was the only way he could release the feelings he had. By the time morning came, his eyes had turned bloodshot and swollen.

Luke’s hands trembled at the sight of the childhood home he hadn’t been inside in months, not since that cold December night he left. The car was parked in the very same spot with the front bumper still dinged from when Luke was practising for his license.

Luke had developed a streak to avoid the bitter taste of disappointment from his parents. He would sneak out to gigs or little known locations with Alex; either for the band and his secret relationship. Luke never breathed a word of the relationship for the safety of Alex and avoid anything that would spike his boyfriend’s anxiety. The guilt died down when he and Alex mutually decided to be friends instead, but the band topic was different. At fourteen it was becoming apparent to Luke’s parents that this band wasn’t a hobby to him anymore, the first time his parents regretted buying the guitar.

“C’mon!” Bobby hissed from the safety of the curb. Luke was behind the wheel of his family’s station wagon in the dead of night. Reggie stationed in front of the car and Alex behind it, “This is stupid guys!”

Luke shakily took a breath in putting the car in drive to align with Reggie before he placed the vehicle in reverse. Learning to parallel park seemed to be going well as Luke did okay pulling into the parking spot. He got ahead of himself; however, when he moved to drive forward to center between Reggie and Alex. He may have hit the gas too hard.

“Ah!” Reggie screamed as the car bumped in him in the leg. The boy went down shuddering while his three friends hurried to his side.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked not minding the sting of the asphalt on his covered knees seeing as he just hit his best friend.

“I’m good.” Reggie raised one thumb in the air. Each boy leaned back in relief confirming the bassist was as good as Reginald could be.

 “Why the hell didn’t you move out of the way?” Luke demanded helping the boy up from the ground with a deep frown.

 “I was a traffic cone. Cones can’t move unless they get moved.” Reggie proudly announced with his typical oblivious attitude. Reggie wasn’t stupid, he was definitely the comedic relief in the band and prided himself on it.

“I-what. Okay..” Alex whispered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Sometimes I don’t know Reg.”

Reggie shrugged it off while a familiar girl jogged down the road with a furrowed brow, a girl that had lived in Luke’s neighbourhood for a while. She was moving to a bigger house soon, but she was an acquaintance that had never acknowledged the group.

“Are you okay?” The girl, you, questioned the bassist scanning him over as Luke stared dreamily at her. His ever-changing eye colour turning a soft mossy green at the girl that had held his heart for years; only temporarily vacating it for Alex.

“Oh, totally. This doesn’t hurt as much as the amp.” Reggie supplied waving it off whereas you were more worried the guy hit his head. Your gaze scanned the boys of Riot Curve. A deep developing on the pale cheeks of the Patterson boy.

“Aren’t you guys in my grade?” You questioned pursing your lips together, “You’d be like thirteen. Why are you driving? Aren’t you a little short to see over the steering wheel?”

A bark of laughter fell from Bobby Willis’ mouth, earning him a glance from you, closing his mouth as Luke’s look of disgust.

“I’m not short!” Luke shouted, “I’ll have you know I grew!”

You snickered at his offended expression, “Dude, I’m joking. You’ll get a growth spurt soon. Besides, I think you have bigger issues than your vertical challenge.”

A question fell from Luke’s lips before he followed your view. The bumper of his parent’s car had a small dent that his father would most definitely discover at some point.

“Oh, I am dead meat.” Luke sprouted just before the guys started brainstorming explanations that didn’t include four fourteen-year-old boys out after curfew driving.

“Hey, I have a little experience with bands and whatnot. Just a suggestion, maybe consider changing your band name from Riot Curve to something else.” You suggested starting to jog back to your house, “See you in class!”

Luke once again stared dreamily after your form forgetting what he should be worried about.

“Our name is already-“

“Sunset Curve.” Luke shouted, earning weird looks from his bandmates at the rather uncharacteristic change of mind, “We are renaming the band.”

“Why?” Bobby scoffed, “We agreed on Riot Curve!”

“Uh, no. You two did. Reggie and I weren’t there.” Alex raised one his eyebrows facing Bobby, “I was sick with the flu, and Reggie was at his aunt’s second wedding.”

“Why the name?” Reggie asked his pining lead singer flicking his gaze between Luke and the empty place where you had been.

“Because that was the first time, she talked to me. A sunset behind her brightening the pretty curve of her smile.” Luke sighed scrambling when the front step light at his house turned on. Each boy running for the safety from the Patterson windows.

“I like the name! I didn’t like the violence in the other name!” Alex shouted, rushing towards his bicycle to head back home. 

That was also the last time Luke saw you until 1993 at that concert as you moved to the medium-sized mansion by then.

Luke grinned at the memory of how he actually spoke to the girl of his dreams before everything went full to shit. Reggie’s parents started fighting, Bobby grew more into girls than music, Alex told his parents he was gay. Luke finally sat down with his parents telling him that he wouldn’t go to college and didn’t want to finish high school. He did finish high school to appease his parents even after running away.

“Luke?” The breathless question brought the guitarist back to the present time and to the blue eyes of his father. The shock on the man’s face preceding the tears building up, “Son.”

“Hon?” Luke’s knees collapsed as he heard the soft voice that had read him stories and sung lullabies when he was a child. Emily gasped as she saw the one person she had wished to find for so long, “Luke.”

“Mom.” Luke choked, raising his hands to press them to his face, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

“Sh. Baby.” Emily wasted no time in scooping her son into her arms, so thankful nothing terrible had happened to him. She didn’t care where or what he had been doing as long as he in her arms again.

A hand clapped his shoulder to squeeze, announcing his father silently thanking whatever God there was for bringing his son home. That they didn’t have to worry blue and red lights would precede news no parent wanted to hear.

“Can I come in?” Luke asked tentatively. A soft hand brushing his hair away from his eyes for his parents to finally see the unique eye colour their son had inherited.

Emily ushered her son into the kitchen that hadn’t changed in the time Luke had been gone, the only difference being the Christmas decorations put away. They would reappear the last week of November; Emily wouldn’t have to struggle to put the ornaments on the tree without her son.

“I don’t know how to say what I want. Could I…could I sing please?” Luke murmured to his parents. It was a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to be answered. He hadn’t brought his guitar just in case it was the wrong move. His parents regretted buying him that guitar.

“Of course.” Mitch spoke, climbing to his height, “Just one moment.”

Luke watched his father leave the kitchen only to shortly return, holding a beautiful acoustic guitar. He had never seen it in his life either. He was confused when Mitch set the guitar into Luke’s lap.

“You’re like your mom. When she worries the only thing that can help calm her is knitting. I figured the guitar is your way of knitting.” Mitch calmly told his son choosing to not bright attention to tears in either of the Patterson men’s eyes.

Luke settled on the couch in the living room while Mitch and Emily took to their respective long known spots. Ones that faced the windows perfect for knitting and reading with natural light. Emily reached over to hold her husband’s hand while Luke started strumming.

First things first

We start the scene in reverse.

 All of the lines rehearsed.

 Disappeared from my mind

When things got loud

 One of us running out

 I should have turned around.

 But I had too much pride.

No time for goodbyes

 Didn’t get to apologize

 Pieces of a clock that lies broken

Not a dry eye in the Patterson home as Luke gave the best performance of his life. Performance didn’t build a bridge between him and his parents, why make a new bridge when the first one only needs repairs.

“Please record that.” Emily choked wiping her face of tears, “I want that on your first album, I loved it. I’m going to buy the first CD it’s on.”

Luke Patterson smiled a piece instead of healing at her words and the acceptance he had craved. Now he just had to propose again.

The cosy soft knit blanket Emily gave you at Christmas the first time you met Luke’s parents when it became clear that the relationship was serious. It was one that you cuddled into for a sense of comfort, eyes focused on the demo the song was waiting. Fingers itching to put in the CD player and listen to the finished product.

“Hey. Sweetheart you gotta stop blaming yourself.” Lance spoke coming to sit beside you on the piano bench. The bench you had learnt how to play directly across from the couch that you spent hours with him on learning the guitar.

“How can I? I asked for a ride, and you might never play again.” You scoffed, bringing your knees to your chest. Lance’s heart broke, hearing the guilt leaking from your words and the slump on your shoulders.

“I picked you up because I love you. You’re my daughter, my baby and I’m gonna tell you something that hope knocks some sense in that head.” Your Dad sternly spoke, taking your hand to place on his cast, “This? This doesn’t matter. If I hadn’t done this, you would be dead, and I wouldn’t be able to hold a guitar because you wouldn’t get to hear me play. I’d rather not be able to play and have my daughter alive.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your hero wiped your tears tugging you in his arms, “Besides I’m a Y/L/N, we don’t let other people tell us how to live.”

Lance leaned over to insert the CD into the machine before pressing play bringing a soft melody in the room. You snuggled into his side as his rich voice broke through into the most beautiful song you had ever heard. Unbeknownst to you, Luke stood in the doorway with his bandmates listening to the gorgeous record.

“I love it.” You whispered glancing over your shoulder, feeling the gaze of someone, and while you expected your mother, the sight was welcome. Not a dry eye in the room as the last chord rang with the joyful voice of a little girl; your voice from a family video.

“That’s beautiful.” Luke breathed grinning when you swiftly made your way into his open arms, “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you like I should have been. I was hurt, and I didn’t want you to see that.”

“Was that the song that was playing- OW!” Reggie exclaimed rubbing the back of his head that Bobby had thumped. The bassist grimacing at the pain clueing that it wasn’t the greatest question he had said.

“Bittersweet was the song playing. This is the finished product.” Lance confirmed standing to his full height, “How about I let you see some unreleased songs?”

Lance ushered everyone but you and Luke from the room for privacy only winking before closing the door. Luke breathed out, leading you back to the couch with his hands squeezing your own.

“You were right,” Luke announced brushing the pad of his thumb under your eye to swipe an eyelash. His hazel eyes showing more of the green with the adoration gleaming from them, “It hurt being rejected but you were right about it. I hurt my parents by running out one them, especially my mom. I don’t want to hurt her more by excluding her from the biggest moment of my life.”

Your own hand raised to cup his cheek heart bursting when Luke turned his head to press a chaste kiss to the palm.

“You couldn’t guess how much it ached telling you no. I wanted to so badly, but your mom was always so good��to me. I didn’t want her to miss out on anything.”

“She won’t miss out.” Luke replied, tugging you to your feet, “I went home, and we talked it through.”

Your feet cemented to the floor, “You went to see them?”

“I did. I was no sure Mom and Dad hated me for running away, for choosing music over them.”

“You didn’t choose music over them, Lu. You made a decision that they didn’t like, but you did what you were raised to do. They taught you to stand up for yourself, never second guess or quit.” You passionately told him, “They love you with their whole heart, they just didn’t understand how important music is to you at the time.”

“God, I love you so much. I would do anything for you.” Luke tugged you into his arms, bringing your attention to his different outfit choice.

He was wearing his best black jeans with no holes but still the chains, but his wallet wasn’t on display. His lucky blue rabbit’s foot was clipped to his necklace laying over the long sleeve purple corduroy shirt. The shirt he wore a lot when he wanted to be wanted to a little more dressed up.

“You’re wearing that shirt.” You stated glancing up to the boy, “And your lucky rabbit’s foot is not on your chains.”

Luke smirked, leading you through the house to the backyard where Luke had asked Nancy to be. Your mother sat at the piano with your father beside her, Nancy and Lance Y/L/N hadn’t sat at a piano together since you were tiny. Tears built up as Luke gently brought you into his arms entirely in time with the notes that Nancy began.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave

 “Are you trying to make me cry?” You choked as he used the dance lessons he took with his mom twirling you around. As if you couldn’t cry more your gaze found Reggie strumming the acoustic guitar. Alex waiting at his drums with a grin at Luke and you.

I have died every day, waiting for you.

Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years.

I’ll love you for a thousand more.

Everything faded as you two gazed into each other’s eyes, in his you swore you saw every moment with Luke play. The sweaty palms shy to hold each other to the first kiss, the second kiss, sharing the most vulnerable time at sixteen, his serenading at seventeen after signing with a label and everything between those precious moments.

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything, take away.

What’s standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this.

Bobby made his presence known harmonizing with you mom so low you barely heard, but it was Luke singing that enthralled you. Everything about this moment you would remember for the rest of your life.

The music faded as Luke took a step back to kneel down in front of you with the ring he had yearned to give you. The ring his mother had held on to for the girl Luke would fall in love with. She had given it a few days previous so thoroughly happy she got the opportunity to pass it down.

“Luke.” You breathed cupping your hands, one still in a brace, over your shocked face. His expression softened into the most loving one you had ever receiving in the years you had been together.

“My life has been leading me to this very moment. I believe that I was guided into music because of this absolutely perfect moment. Surrounded by the people who cheered us on and gave wisdom. The people that gave us a look at what true love is supposed to be.” Luke began keeping his entire focus on the love his life, “I knew about you before you knew me. I was ten when I saw you during recess sitting up against the tree with your walkman. I fell for you at that moment, but it wasn’t until I hit Reggie with the car that I got to talk to you.”

You giggled as you remembered running to a group of guys after seeing one get hit. If only you knew who they were at that time.

“Our first real conversation was at a concert, and I fell in love at that moment, and I am so thankful you gave me a chance. There isn’t anyone else, sorry, Alex!” Luke teased over his shoulder, earning a chuckle in response, “There isn’t anyone I want to spend my life with. You are my muse, the person I share every lyric with, my love and my soulmate.”

“Luke.” You choked reaching up to cup his cheeks so close not a single sheet of paper would move between you.

“Will you marry me? In front of our parents and our friends?” Luke shakily questioned begging for his rabbit’s foot to work with it being close to his heart.

“Yes.” You answered, reaching up to pull his face down to yours. The most passionate kiss of your life he wrapped his arms around you waist lifting you in his arms; he twirled around with you.

This was his most significant moment ever. The Orpheum could never live up to this.

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[artsytheghost]

Introducing the main cast pt. 3

(TW: Implied domestic child abuse)

Hello it's me again. This is the last part. And I've saved the main protagonists for last. This post will be a tad longer than the last two.

Fifth is Blite

Mutated with their pet chameleon and flower. Blite never had the best childhood. And they've been dreading the day they finally become an adult, so unprepared. But now, they don't need to worry about adult stuff like taxes and whatnot. It's meaningless in the apocalypse. They've also met a very odd friend that has gave them more compassion than anyone else has. They may not know magic, but at least they have a gun.

Sixth is Toppy

A mysterious copper robot emerges himself from the shadows. No one knows his origins, not even himself it seems. All he can say is that's he's been in some forest for two and a half centuries, since the late 1700's. He is also a lost soul trapped inside the robot body. And he is armed with some sort of an extendable staff with a gauntlet attached to it.

(First designs)

The apocalypse has finally hit America, and chaos has already ensued. As Blite have mutated, so have their not-so-great uncle. He had mutated with a pigeon and has turned into a wild beast. All Blite has is their uncle's gun to defend with. However they're not the most experienced in gun handling. All they can do is run and hide, as usual.

After some time they found a small house, in the middle of New York for some reason. Inside they instantly meet the odd fellow, Toppy. But this is no ordinary house. This sweet home doubles as a tank. It also has spider legs. The beast tried to attack, but was immediately scared off with its missile. Now that Blite is completely alone, Toppy is now devoted to protect them and let them live with him. They now travel across America while encountering new friends along the way.

(Blite's suspenders outfit)

It's been about a year in the apocalypse. Blite has been healing a lot thanks to Toppy. Blite has also figured out their identity more, and has helped Toppy understand the new world.

It is seem they've made their way to California, as they see the once was Stanford University. Seeing someone in danger, they step in to save whomever it might be. Here we meet Jason, the cuckoo clock bird.

They saved him, then they scavenge around the campus. And in one of the dorms, Blite had found an outfit exactly their size. It's also very comfortable. No one's using it, as most of the population had died, so better save it than continue collecting dust, right? After this, Jason joins the party.

(Toppy's new hat)

Half a year has passed by. Jason has reunited with his mother, who was relieved to see her son is still alive. Along with her, they have also met her magic apprentices, Aaron and Anna. After some time, Maria, as the kind old lady she is, have sewn Toppy a new hat. It had his exact dimensions, and is very stylish. To match it, he painted his gauntlet a vibrant red.

(Toppy's new body)

The crew have discovered a thriving town reformed by survivors. Here they meet a student training in robotics, Ruby. And of course, she would find great interest in Toppy, a robot powered by soul. So she and her mentor decide to build a new body as part of her training.

Unlike the old copper one, this new steel body has a built in computer, and can do anything a computer can, especially recording and saving footage. It even has a screen for his eyes. But the best part is that it's entirely powered by his soul. Toppy's soul was transferred successfully thanks to Anna.

Here are the extended versions for Blite. Now you can see how uncannily long their legs are.

That's all for now. See you all later.

[behind-the-hood]

Hi! I hope you're doing well in this new year ☺️

I adore your Capri fics but I have to admit that the Papa Makedon series is the one I revisit the most often.

Like, the Regent kidnapping young Laurent and leaving him at the border and then getting executed for murder? What a treat!

Makedon raising Laurent as his own? Love their relationship.

Damen courting and marrying Laurent, the way he wanted to in canon? I'm sobbing 😭🥰 THEY WERE SO CUTE, THE PROPOSAL AT KINGSMEET ENDED ME

Auguste being SO CLOSE to seeing Laurent but never close enough? This one had me screaming. I would love to know what Auguste's reaction would be upon realising Laurent's alive. And Laurent's reaction to him being the second Veretian prince.

And omg Vannes was at the wedding, did she connect the dots?!?!?!?!? And poor Hennike, I keep imagining she would stay alive long enough for Laurent to meet her 😭

I hope you won't get annoyed with me losing my mind over your older fic and think this is me trying to persuade you to write an update (I wouldn't be mad about it but it's not what I'm trying to do). It's just I've been under a lot of stress lately and Papa Makedon is sort of a comfort fic to me from time to time 🥺

You're very talented, I wish I was as good at writing as you are.

Well, I hope you have a great day and that my message didn't annoy you that much 😅

I got this just before I was about to go into work and I wanted to reply really fast, so I'll shape this up later to look all pretty and whatnot, but ooooh my gosh, I'm glad people are still holding out on my update for that, I have every intention of coming back to my stories, I just sort of fell off the writing wagon as it were 😭 and I went to work on the third part of Papa Makedon, but I HATED it, I had no idea what I was thinking with it or where I had planned on going with it, so I decided to scrap everything I had and start over, and I was SUPPOSED to start on that during christmas break, but my mom decided the house needed some diy renovating (it did, I don't even currently have a bedroom in my own home lol 🙃) so the writing got put off, so it's been more slow going, im hoping to start writing again once I've got a bedroom, but my room has four outlets that don't work so we gotta get an electrician, then I gotta paint and get furniture AND THEN I'll be back in a space that's all my own, and I'll feel comfortable once more and can finally start writing again, I adore you, my babes, i promise I haven't dropped a single one of my stories, I just haven't had the time or will to work on them, but they're still in my little notebook, and I carry it around in my backpack all the time just in case I get inspiration again, okay, running behind, gotta go, I love you guys ❤❤❤