#we'll talk about that when we talk about the jacks situation

[ssahotchnerr]

could we maybe get some momfriend!reader and jack dynamics, maybe from before her and Aaron were even together?

something special

<333 cw; fem!bau!reader, very tiny blood description (& yes i know you're supposed to wash a paper cut right away but for the sake of the setting and aaron being cute i didn't include that step 😭), mentions of haley, mutual pining

"whatcha drawing?" you asked mid-writing, your pen flying across your paper but still finding the opportunity to peek over.

"spiderman and superman." jack replied happily, switching from a red to a blue crayon. "see, they're teaming up to fight the bad guy because he keeps doin' crimes."

about an hour or so ago, jessica had dropped off jack at the bau. long story short; she was called into work urgently and with aaron in a meeting, you were quick to volunteer yourself to keep him company. rather than cramming into the small space of your desk, and jack potentially hearing conversations or details not fit for a six year old, you've made home in the roundtable room. you could work, jack could color.

you had also fired off a quick text to aaron; letting him know jack was with you, a brief synopsis of the situation and where he could find you both once his meeting concluded. it had, and he was about to join, but found himself pausing outside the door, listening to your easy, lighthearted conversation for just a moment.

when it came to you and jack, there was just something about it. something extraordinarily special.

"i see," you nodded along to jack's words, an encouraging smile on your face. "that's really good. since when did you become an artist?"

"since always." jack grinned proudly.

"then you have to promise you'll make me a drawing soon. my desk is pretty boring, i need something to brighten it up." you held out your pinky, eyebrows raised. "promise?"

"i promise." jack linked his pinky with yours, and turned back to his masterpiece with renewed vigor.

a sense of warmth filled aaron's chest, the ends of his lips turning upwards into a faint smile at the natural bond you and jack had developed so quickly, over the course of a few weeks. deciding it was as good a time as ever to join, aaron reached out to fully open the door when a wince-gasp came from jack, stopping him.

"oh no," your head turned. "paper cut?"

jack nodded meekly, grimacing as his gaze shifted to you. his big, sweet eyes were tearful, "it stings."

"can i see?" he offered his hand limply, hanging downwards at the wrist. you cradled his small hand in yours; it was just a tiny cut - no more than a few centimeters, a faint line of red gradually seeping to the surface.

"hm, well," you huffed a breath, turning his hand face-up face-down - vaguely exaggerating the examination. you got up to retrieve the first-aid kit stationed in the room, aaron sidestepping a bit to keep out of potential view. "i think luck was on your side today, i don't think we'll have to amputate this time." you spoke with an airy tone, quick to bring light to the situation. it worked, jack stifling a laugh as you retook your seat. "nothing a bandaid can't fix."

there was the click of kit opening, a slight shuffle of what sounded like paper.

"and don't tell anyone i told you this," you applied a bit of ointment onto the bandaid before wrapping it onto his finger - not too tight or too loose, all to avoid cutting off circulation and to let the wound breathe. "we gotta keep extra band aids around because your dad always seems to get one himself."

"dad gets paper cuts? really?" jack's eyes widened in surprise.

just as his son, a breathless chuckle exited aaron; that wasn't necessarily true, but your intentions were clear: cheering jack up.

in addition, the last time he had heard someone talking to or interacting with jack like this - empathetically, attentively, motherly, was, well... haley.

it touched the usually unattended part of his heart that had been vastly empty since the divorce. since that one, horrible day. while the emptiness still lingered, you had made a pull at it. for a moment, you had healed it, even.

again, there was just something special about you. and again, the only way aaron could describe it was extraordinary.

"really." you nodded convincingly, tossing the little plastic scraps into the nearby trash bin, giving top of jack's hand a consoling pat. "it happens all the time."

aaron mentally rolled his eyes at that, a smile itching at his lips.

jack picked up his brown crayon, pain forgotten, eager to get back to his drawing. "i'm gonna draw daddy and put a bandaid on him. he's a superhero too, y'know?"

"yeah," your smile was rather bashful, your tone of voice so admirable it caused a blush to rise in aaron's cheek. "i know."

[ninii-winchester]

You’d never know (Part 1)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.3k

Warnings : angst, hurt/no comfort, spoilers s13, Dean is an asshole.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The sun dipped below the horizon, the world slowly enveloping in darkness. The same could be said for Y/n's mind. Dark clouds of hurt and loneliness lingering in the air, encasing her in an impenetrable bubble of insecurities. It was hard time, stating that is an understatement. It was a dire situation. She thought back to how she got here.

When Jack was born, his mother died giving birth to him. Lucifer arrived at cabin to take Jack away. He killed Castiel. Mary fought Lucifer pushing him inside the rift to the alternate universe, but before the rift could close Lucifer pulled her in with him.

Y/n, Sam and Dean watched in terror as Mary fell through and the rift closed. While Sam panicked, Dean was horrified. He couldn't lose his mom, not again. Y/n let out a gasp, her mouth dropped open as the dread settled in. She knew Dean would lose it, he's not gonna sit back knowing his mom is stuck in the apocalypse world with the Devil himself.

After burning Cas and Kelly's bodies, the trio took Jack back to the bunker. The air was tense, Dean wasn't happy with the decision. He didn't trust Jack, he didn't want him anywhere near him, his brother or his girlfriend. It was because of the Nephilim that he lost his mother.

Y/n was worried, Dean had closed off, he was distant. Most of all, he was angry. All the time. He constantly snapped at Sam, brushed her off any given moment. He wouldn't even look at Jack. The kid was trying to make good in Dean's eyes but he just shurgged him off.

Dean started to unwind a bit after the shifter case, and even more when Jack brought Cas back. Y/n was relieved that Dean was coming back to his normal self. After Jack accidentally killed the security guard, he decided to leave. Until he could control his powers, he wouldn't come back. Y/n was worried about the kid leaving on his own but she had faith in him.

"Hey!" Dean said bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. "You seem lost."

"Just thinking." She shrugged closing the book in front of her and putting it back in its place on the shelf. "You need something?" She asked tersely. She wasn't trying to be mean, but lately she didn't feel like he wanted her. After he brushed her off so many times, she didn't bother him.

Dean could hear the formality in her voice, and he knew he deserved it. He had been too preoccupied with his concerns to realise he'd been not only neglecting her but hurting her in the process, when all she wanted to do was help. "Just wanted to say I'm sorry." He gauged her expressions to see how bad he had fucked up.

Instead of speaking, she gave him a look. He couldn't quite read what was it supposed to mean. He chewed on his lower lip, leaning back against the table. With a loud sigh he moved towards her. Laying his hands gently on her waist.

"Dean." She reprimanded. She knew what he was apologising for, but she didn't need his apology. She wanted him to talk to her. She's told him a thousand times that she wants him to communicate. She knows it's hard for him but she needs him to express himself, she needs him to have healthy coping mechanisms. She doesn't want him to shut her out or resorting to alcohol.

"I know, I know." He rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. It wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time."

"I just need you to communicate with me, Dean. We're in this together. For better or worse. Next time, don't shut me out. We'll get through this. We always do." Dean nodded, his green eyes looking at her.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on her head. "I promise."

When Jody called on a supposed lead on Jack, the trio went to find him. When they finally found Jack, he was with a girl, who ran away as soon as she saw the trio. Jack confessed that he was trying to help bring Mary back.

"That girl is a powerful dream-walker, her name is Kaia. She can help us." Jack said.

"You thought good kid. We'll find Kaia and bring Mary back." Y/n said patting Jack on the back.

When they finally found Kaia, she refused to help. She said that it was scary, and that she cannot get them anywhere other than The Bad Place, Dean's patience was running thin, he was growing frustrated, his mind was going off the rails knowing the key to getting his mother back is right in front of him but refusing to help. Sam tried to ask Kaia politely but then Dean pulled his gun from his jacket and undid the safety.

"Get in the car." He said calmly. He was anything but calm.

"Dean." Y/n and Sam warned. He pointed his gun at the young girl and Y/n moved in front of him. "Dean, this is not the way to convince her. You're not thinking straight."

"It's my Mom, Y/n." He growled.

"I know Dean I understand but-"

"No you don't!" He exclaimed. "You'd never know how I feel Y/n. You've never had a mom." Dean yelled and the atmosphere fell completely silent. The only sound audile was the woosh of air. Y/n let out a gasp taking a step back. "You wanted me to communicate huh? So listen to me and listen to me good. You don’t know how I feel, I need my mom back and" he pointed his gun at Kaia "she's gonna come with us either way. And you're gonna move out of the way."

"Dean." Sam exclaimed his eyes widened. He wasn't sure what possessed Dean to say all that but he went too far this time.

It was true that Y/n never knew her mom, she was barely two months old when her parents gave her up. It wasn't until she was thirteen she found out that her parents didn't want her since they were too young to be parents. She had told Dean about her longing for her parents but she never thought he'd use it against her.

Without a word she moved aside, unblocking his path to the dream walker. He motioned the girl with his gun to move and she got into the car, Jack followed. With his jaw clenched, Dean got into the drivers seat and slammed the door.

"Y/n." Sam started, "I'm so sorry. Dean he's..."

"Go Sam." Was all she said.

Sam approached her with hesitant steps, he hugged her tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. Dean watched the two in the rear veiw mirror, the anger flushing away and guilt settling in. He knew he regretted those words the moment he said it but he was far too gone in the moment to realise. He turned his head to the front as he heard Sam slide into the  passenger's seat. The air was thick with tension as they drove off to South Dakota.

Y/n wouldn't lie, sometimes she thought that Dean didn't need her as much as she needed him, she often thought he might leave her but never in a million years did she think it'd be this way. She never expected him to hit where it hurts the most. In that moment, each and every feeling resurfaced. The feelings she tried so hard to suppress, the feelings of being unwanted, of not being enough.

She can't ever forgive him and won't ever forgive Dean Winchester.

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[hotchreid-cm]

Moment of Weakness (2) / Aaron Hotchner

(He's so pretty)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: The aftermath to the incident in Hotch's office.

Warnings: Typical Criminal minds topics (bombings), rushed and not proofread. Not really a happy ending...

A/N: I wrote a part 2 since so many wonderful people asked. Not sure if I liked it and I got too carried away, oops!

(Read Part 1 Here)

After the incident in Hotch's office you weren't sure that you could face the man again. You felt like you only made his situation worse, which was never your intention.

You had just got caught up in the moment. You had had a crush on Hotch just after your third case with the team. It had taken a toll on you and Hotch offered to drive you home.

And when he parked outside, you just sat there, taking more of his time but he didn't care. He talked to you for what felt like ages, about the case, the team, Jack and Haley...and the crush steadily turned into a quiet pining.

You kept it to yourself of course. You never told anyone, and you obviously did a great job of hiding it because no one suspected a thing. Not even Hotch, which killed you but you'd never ruin a family like that.

You heard how he spoke of Haley and Jack that night over a year ago now and if anything, you were happy that he was happy. Until his confession in his office last night.

JJ pulls you out of your thoughts, "we've got a case. Two bombings in the last 24 hours. We're leaving in 10 minutes, we'll debrief on the jet."

You take the file from her and look it over before grabbing your go bag and heading for the jet.

You were the last but one on which made you frown, "where's Hotch?"

Rossi looked over to you, "personal day. He'll meet us there when he can."

You didn't hear much after that. Your thoughts racing with all sorts of possibilities and hoping none of it was because of you. The guilt sitting in your stomach like a stone.

By the time Hotch caught up to the team, you were all gathered in the precinct talking to Garcia.

Everyone paused the conversation to fill Hotch in. The thinking was a high school student getting revenge. There was at least one victim from every explosion linked to the same school. The others just got caught in the crossfire.

"If that's the case then we need to talk to the parents and close friends of the ones who died and see if anyone had a grudge against them", Hotch says.

"I'll go back to the Denvers and talk to them since I've only just left. They had a son die in the second explosion and the brother may know something. " You jump in straight after Hotch, eager to go back to the family you were trying to help through this.

He shakes his head, "no, you stay here with Reid and try and figure out where he might strike next. Prentiss and Morgan go to the Jason's. Rossi and I will go to the Denvers while JJ handles the media coverage."

Everyone springs into action but you step forward, "you're benching me?"

Hotch turns back to you sharply, "stay here and work the profile with Reid."

"I'm the one that should talk to the Denvers, I've already built rapport" your voice rising.

"Stay here at the station with Reid. That's an order." Hotch turns away and stalks out the office with everyone else giving you sympathetic looks on their way out.

You and Reid work the case. Rossi calls not long after they left saying the Denvers were on the way to a memorial service put on for families of the second explosion but they couldn't say whether anyone held a grudge against their son.

Then Morgan calls, "okay, Jessica Lambert said that Danny Denvers is the one that gets picked on the most at school."

You perk up, "wait, Danny? As in, Tommy Denvers brother who died in the explosion?"

"Yeah, and Jessica also said that Tommy would join in on the bullying so that he could fit in."

You look to Reid in horror, "I thought he was so withdrawn because his brother had just died, not because..."

Reid voices the conclusion you just came to, "Danny Denvers is our unsub."

You pull your phone out and dial Hotch on instinct.

"What?" He answers.

And you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "the Denvers, you said they were going to a memorial service, was Danny going with them?"

"No, they said he wasn't feeling well. Why?"

"Danny Denvers is the unsub. He got bullied at school and even by his own brother, Tommy."

You hear the car spin around as Hotch says, "we'll go back to the house. Tell Morgan and Prentiss to head to the school. Stay at the station."

And he was gone before you could protest.

After telling Morgan where to go, you stare at the board in front of you.

Reid asks, "what's wrong?"

You shrug, "something doesn't feel right. If Danny wanted to blow up the school he could have just gone this morning. Instead he stayed back."

Reid scrunches his nose, "okay, so what's your point?"

You think back to your time at the Denver house and it clicks. You call Garcia, "hello Mr and Mrs Genius, how can I help you?"

"Garcia, the Denvers said they were going to a memorial service today. Can you tell me where it is?"

You hear the typing before she answers, "I just sent the address to your phone."

"Thanks", you say as you rush to grab car keys from the desk.

"Hotch said you had to stay at the station." Reid says, phone already in hand.

"I'm the closest and I'm not going to be benched because Hotch can't get his head out of his ass."

You race to the funeral home, stepping out of the car and scanning the area for any signs of the service amongst the gravestones.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket like its been doing the whole drive here. You answer to Hotch's booming voice, "do not go in without back up or bomb squad."

You shake your head despite him not being able to see, "bomb squad won't get here in time."

You keep scanning as he replies, "I mean it. Don't approach on your own. Danny profiles like a-"

You cut him off as your eyes land on the scene you were looking for, "a suicide bomber."

You see him with a crudely made vest and a trigger in hand as he screams at his parents.

You take off towards them, phone still to your ear as you say, "Hotch. I'm sorry." Hoping he can hear everything you really want to say.

You hang up and draw your gun as you dodge the people fleeing. You call out, "Danny! Remember me? Is it okay if we talk?"

"I don't want to talk to you. I want them to listen." His wild eyes looking to his parents.

"I know they never listened to you. I know they always put Tommy first, even when he was the one bullying you." You step closer to the Denvers, trying to draw his attention away from them.

Tears stream down his face, "I never did anything wrong! Tommy was the one going to parties and staying out past curfew and he was still the favourite!"

"So you decided to teach them all a lesson?"

He looks to you as sirens wail closer and closer, "well someone had to! No one was going to save me from them so I had to do it myself!"

You finally step in front of the Denvers blocking his view, "and I think you taught the lesson well. Now everyone knows."

You see Rossi and Hotch coming towards you as you gesture the Denvers to go towards them.

Danny watches his parents go with surprising calm as you say, "just give me the trigger so you can tell everyone your story."

With eyes still on his parents he mumbles, "they'll never get it."

You hear Hotch call your name as Danny takes his finger off the trigger.

You dive for cover, landing in the 6ft hole meant for the casket. You feel your body slam into the ground, losing consciousness before help arrives.

When you come to, it's mostly a blur. The hospital checked you over and after some arguing, they agreed to let you go as long as you got checked out back home.

The jet ride back was quiet and once it landed everyone went their separate ways. Except Hotch.

"I'd like to drive you home, if I may?" He asks.

You shake your head, "nah, I'm good. I can wait to hear the riot act on Monday."

Hotch places his hand on your forearm so gently you can barely feel it, "please?"

You stare at each other for a few moments until you finally agree.

Once you're on the road Hotch says, "what you did was reckless."

He says it with a soft voice which is somehow so much worse than if he just yelled at you.

You loved his voice, you loved the comfort he exudes even when he's angry but right now you wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Hotch, please..."

But he continues, "and while it was incredibly reckless, I have to say I owe you an apology."

Your mouth pops open as you turn to look at the man behind the wheel.

He sighs, "if I didn't have my head up my ass, I wouldn't have benched you and made you feel the need to run into danger on your own."

You feel heat rise to your cheeks, "you heard that, huh?"

Hotch shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Reid had already dialled my number when you said it."

Silence descends again until he parks up outside your apartment.

"I'm also sorry for the things I've said."

You stare out the window when you reply, "when?"

Hotch parrots your question with more confusion, "when?"

"Which time? You've been a dick to me ever since that night. It took the both of us to make that mistake. And the funny thing is you're not even angry at me, you're angry at yourself and you're taking it out on me and I don't deserve that."

"You're right, you don't. You deserve so much more. I realised that I could have lost you and...I'm not sure I'm ready to look into why that's terrified me so much. And I know I don't have a right to ask this but I would like it if you waited."

You study his profile, not quite understanding what he's going through but wanting to all the same.

He looks to you and the vulnerability you see laid bare in his eyes takes your breath away, "Me and haley are going through a divorce and a part of me will always love her. Things will be messy for a while but I'd like to take you to dinner...maybe when things calm down, if you'll let me?"

You're not really sure what to say. You've wanted Aaron Hotchner to ask you out for a long time. You've wanted him for even longer. But this isn't how you imagined that would go.

You knew things would be complicated with Haley and you knew he'd always love her in some way and it didn't bother you. But the timing of it all made you feel more like a consolation prize than someone he truly wants.

You reach your palm out until it makes contact with his cheek, you thumb stroking the dark circles underneath his eyes.

"I've been in love with you for a long time, Aaron Hotchner. And all I've ever wanted is for you to be happy. And those two things have been in conflict ever since."

His eyes take on a glassy tint as his hand covers your one on his face. He understands what you're saying but you say it anyway.

"I don't think I'm what you need to make that happen right now. And I don't know if I'll ever be that or if I can wait that long for you to figure it out."

You give Hotch a sad smile, dropping your hand and exiting the car. Each step further away from him, makes your chest ache. And you wonder if you'll always carry that ache wherever you go.

A/n: I guess I'm feeling angsty lately but hope you enjoyed all the same!!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Alright, since Christmas is basically in pissing distance, we need the power of the indomitable Christmas Spirit.

aka ar team & task force defy snuggling close to their S/O by the fire

(GFL) AR Team and Task Force Defy cuddling with their S/O

AR Team: M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

DEFY: AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia

WELP meant to write this way sooner during christmas when this ask was actually sent but, better late than never?

M4 relaxes, staring into the fireplace with S/O next to her.

She wishes that time could just stop, and thinks about what life could be like, assuming they both leave this war alive.

But, she shouldn't think like that, at least not for right now.

M4 holds S/O's arms closer to her, smiling and closing her eyes.

(M4A1) "...Thank you for having me, S/O..."

STAR slightly shifts in her seat as she sits under the blanket with S/O.

She doesn't really know what to do in this kind of situation, especially with their arm around her.

It made her feel safe, anxious, loved, all sorts of emotions she didn't know she had.

But, she certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

(ST AR-15) "Are you comfortable? I can move a little if you need me to."

SOPMOD is almost bouncing with energy, crushing S/O in a tight hug.

She's so excited to open her presents in the morning, and she's waiting to see if Santa will come down the chimney.

...Wait, if the fireplace was still going, wouldn't they catch on fire?

Eh, who cares? It made her feel nice, so she wasn't gonna move.

(SOPMOD) "S/O, feed me the cookies, I dont't wanna get up!"

M16 was ready to get absolutely shitfaced, but she surprisingly decides against it, and holds off on the eggnog.

Instead, she decides that she could at least do something a little romantic and sit with S/O.

Her head being gently rubbed by S/O's hand was making her a little sleepy. The fireplace was doing a good job at setting the mood too.

She stops their hand by simply holding it and smiling up at them.

(M16A1) "In the morning, we'll make a toast to a new year, so you don't have to worry about me doing anything crazy...For tonight anyway. We're celebrating with chicken and Jack Daniels tomorrow!"

RO is completely melting in her S/O's arms, feeling the warmth of their affection moreso than the fire.

She was glad no one else was able to see this, being able to fully relax without anyone to tease.

RO makes sure S/O is comfortable as well, wrapping her jacket around them.

And when she feels a kiss on her forehead, she giggles but averts her eyes.

(RO635) "A-Ah!...No, I didn't mind, it just surprised me is all...Can you do that again...Please?

12's smile seems to grow bigger as she just relaxes with S/O, feeling them lean into her.

This was a nice change of pace from most Christmas's she had, those were either spent in operations or trying to fend off AN-94.

Plus, she got to see the reaction of S/O under the mistletoe earlier, and that was something worth remembering.

She lets one eye slightly open to commit the sight of S/O under the blanket with her to memory.

(AK-12) "I always do enjoy the sight of red on the white snow...I'm talking about the Christmas decorations, by the way."

94 has a small smile form as she holds onto S/O's arm, adjusting the blanket to be over her.

She didn't really need it, but it made S/O comfortable so she was happy to oblige.

94 gives S/O her full attention as they explained many human customs of Christmas, and getting to spend it with loved ones.

And the realization finally dawned on her.

(AN-94) "You consider me a loved one by having me spend Christmas with you...This...makes me very happy."

15 was content to go into sleep mode near the fireplace. It would not set the room they were in ablaze, given that there were state of the art fire detection and supression systems.

But she wasn't entirely sure why S/O insisted on putting the blanket over her as well. It's not like her systems would get damaged.

Nevertheless, 15 went along with S/O's wishes.

It made them happy, and in turn, it makes 15 satisfied.

(AK-15) "If I can ask, why do humans wait for someone that doesn't exist during Christmas? It makes no sense."

16 has a big smile on her face, the biggest of all DEFY as she relaxes into the couch.

That in combination with S/O's blanket made her quite relaxed.

With S/O on her shoulder, there was one thing really to do.

Prod them for reactions.

(RPK-16) "Do you think if Santa was real, he'd get shot down by this base's Anti-Air? It'd make all the human children of the world quite sad, wouldn't it?"

Angelia was still working, with a laptop on her legs while S/O snuggled up next to her.

They held onto her prosthetic arm, making her slowly roll her eyes. She knew better than to question why they were holding onto that arm.

"It was still Ange", would be their answer.

She had to slightly adjust them off so she could continue typing, smiling when she saw them pout.

(Angelia) "If you like this arm so damn much, then I should just rip it off and give it to you. And quit hogging the blanket, I can get cold too, you know."

[spoilt-melk]

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Summary: You, Y/n. Have been kidnapped, to which your captain "Yami Sukehiro" won't take seriously because you always completed every mission given to you. Another bonus is that your magic and power were up to par with Julius, who happens to be the Wizard King, maybe even stronger. So it would be hard to believe that you were kidnapped. When they create a plan to save you all hell broke loose, they found out your secret.

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Yami Sukehiro

"You can't save me, Yami." Y/n whispered, tone sounding painful yet desperate. But to Yami it sounded the complete opposite of what you said, the way you said it made it sound as if you were begging Yami to save you.

Those words alone caught Yami off guard but before he could do anything else Y/n took it to her advantage, swiftly using her dagger to get the Katana out of the way with Yami losing his balance. Just as Y/n was about to hit Yami she suddenly felt pressure on her back, immediately hitting the ground pinned down, lying on her stomach making her to loosen the grip on her dagger making it fall in front of Yami. "It's shame you happened to be a Devil, I'm surprised you haven't killed us yourself, I suppose I shall do that first before you kill anyone else. You loathsome creature." Nozel uttered, regret in his voice due to the fact that you were an important figure in the Clover Kingdom yet you betrayed them. "Wait Nozel, don't kill her yet." Julius ordered, causing Nozel's movements to halt. Giving Y/n enough time to summon Ice stalactites all around her, knocking everyone back, hitting the trees behind them.

Asmodeus, Baal, and Belphegor did not move from their position at all, despite Y/n being in danger they knew she could handle it herself. They couldn't move from their spot unless given the order to, even if it meant dying. Y/n appeared in front of them after dismissing the Ice stalactites. "Asmodeus, Baal, and Belphegor." "Yes, Y/n-sama. What is it that you wish for us to fulfill?" The three spoke in unison, bowing down to Y/n as she gave out her order. "You are to serve under me until I die, and stay hidden under my wings until I bring you out." "Of course, Y/n-sama." The three replied, suddenly disappearing and re-appearing as mini versions of them with Asmodeus staying on her head, Baal on her left shoulder and Belphegor on her right. "We will be right here until you call out to us, Y/n-sama" Asmodeus stated as the three disappeared once again, nowhere to be seen.

"Yami, I'm afraid our only choice is to kill her." Julius spoke, voice full of remorse, you were a well known figure in the Clover Kingdom. To kill you is just wrong, but they have no choice, once the citizens find out your a Devil they'll do everything to banish you from this kingdom. With the help of Damnatio Kira, they surely can do that. "You can't do that! She's in my squad, I decide on what to do with her." "Then what do you suggest we do to her, Foreigner." Fuegoleon spoke up, doubting Yami and Julius at the same time not knowing which side to believe. "We'll just put her in a bad situation, then talk to her that way." Yami proposed "And how do we put her in a bad situation exactly?" "We attack her continuously till she can't handle it anymore, its five against one." "Kekeke, this will be fun. A real battle against Y/n herself, don't hold back just because you got a lil' something for her Yami!" Jack yelled out, attacking Y/n already not waiting for Yami's response not caring what it would be.

"How long do we have to keep this up for?" Fuegoleon doubted Yami's tactics, all of the others were running out of mana due to the fight the other Devils put up earlier. It wont be long until they run out of mana, Y/n does seem a little worn out but it won't be enough to catch her off guard. "All of you can attack her at once, trust me I'll find an opening." Yami stated. "Don't miss it, Yami." Nozel reminded him, everyone knew his feelings for her at this point. It was quite obvious if you ask them, especially for Julius who has been there since day one. "What's that supposed to mean?" Yami muttered to himself, looking for a chance to strike Y/n. The Captains and Wizard King attacked continuously, deciding to finally attack all at once that's when Yami saw the opening. Before Y/n could defend against the attacks that came all at once she felt a sharp pain come from her stomach, looking down to see what it was she saw Yami and his Katana piercing her stomach already halfway through with almost half of the end of the Katana sticking out her back. She kicked Yami back making him hit the tree's surrounding them, not having enough time to dodge the upcoming attacks from the rest of the Captains, she ended up taking all of them head on.

The attacks caused her to fly back multiple yards, hitting tree's breaking them in half in the process. Finally stopping once she hit the bottom of a cliff, the force of her being thrown towards the bottom of the cliff was enough to make the top of the cliff break down and make a small landslide to the bottom where she was lying on her side with the Katana still penetrated through her stomach. "Yami! Are you okay?" Julius helped Yami get up from the tree he had been thrown towards to. "She should have taken serious damage seeing that we were able to catch her off guard, she took the spells head on." Fuegoleon noted, worried the attacks might have been too much for you. Not knowing if you would be alive or not catching a glimpse of the rocks as they cascaded down the cliff face, crumbling into a shower of debris of where Y/n should be.

As they approached the area where Y/n should be all they saw was debris all over the ground with a crater on the wall. "Y/n's still alive, I can feel her mana, but it's fading away." Julius announced, still supporting Yami on his side as it was hard for him to walk. Yami immediately got of Julius, making his way towards a certain area feeling her Ki there, but it was weak, wavering away. Just then Y/n arose from the debris that surrounded her, looking in front of her maintaining eye-contact with Yami. Yami took in all the things that happened to her. Blood running down her face and mouth, one of her horns broken off, wings darker shade due to the blood covering it's natural color, a long with with a few missing feathers. Yami noticed her breathing became erratic, reaching out in front of her looking like she was about to cast a spell. "Yami! Get away from her!" Nozel shouted quickly pulling out his grimoire ready to fight against her once more. "Wait, don't do anything." Yami breathed out, he held his hand out behind him signaling to halt any movement. But instead of casting a spell Y/n gripped the handle of Yami's Katana that was still in her, pulling it out of her stomach slowly. Once the Katana was fully out she dropped it immediately, pressing the palm of her hand on the stab wound that was on her abdomen, trying to coat her other hand with Ice.

But nothing came out, the Ice only covering a small portion of her palm. Y/n couldn't use her magic to stop her bleeding, and she didn't know why. It must have been the dark magic Yami used to coat his Katana before stabbing her, she was getting lightheaded from the blood loss, if she didn't stop the bleeding sooner or later she would probably die. Y/n suddenly collapsed, going back to her normal appearance, horns and wings disappearing into small particles. Yami caught her before she could hit the floor, holding her close to his chest. "Y/n, keep your eyes open." Yami demanded, shaking her body softly knowing she was still conscious based on her erratic breathing. "That's an order." Y/n gazed into Yami's eyes, eyelids growing heavier by the moment. "'m sorry Captain, I don't think I'll be able to carry out your orders this time." Y/n whispered, lungs burning with every breath she took. "You have to." "'n if I don't?" "I'd be very disappointed in you." Y/n chuckled at his response in hopes of keeping her awake. Silence taking over. "Why didn't you tell me?" Yami mumbled quietly, trying to keep the conversation going hoping the distract her from the burning pain in her lungs and anywhere else on her body. "I was afraid..." Y/n paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. ".....That you would abandon me just like everyone else, not just you but the others as well." "Y/n, don't leave me. I've loved you since the moment we met." Yami confessed, only to be met with a deafening silence. Holding your body closer to his, cradling you in his arms as he felt your Ki slipping away, watching your grimoire disappearing into nothing.

Aye I feel so shitty making this a sad ending and idk if I should make an alternative ending where Y/n survives.

[the-fiction-witch]

Gentlemen

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Little bit of smut

Requested: PLZ do a fic where they have a duel over Y/n! Plz it would be so cute

I stood in the prep room putting things away from the surgery when a familiar stench rolled in,

"Dawkins!" Sneed yelled as he marched in looking like he was utterly to explode

Oh Christ, what does he want now?

"Yes Sneed?" I sighed "I take it you want something?"

"How dare you! I know you have always been an arrogant, upstart with no regard for your betters but not even I believed you would stoop so low Dawkins"

"And how low have I stooped then?" I sighed

"You dare! touch her."

Immediately I knew what he was talking about and my blood both ran cold and boiled

“Pack your things and leave the hospital. Immediately”

“You don't have the power.”

“No? I will be head surgeon in two months and I will make it so you do not work in this hospital let alone this country. And that is gentlemanly and merciful for if it was up to me I'd hang you for this!”

“Hang me? On what grounds?’ I glared

“Purposely breaking my engagement! How dare you even consider what you did. Have you no regard sir for the social order of the day! You utter bastard. Get out. Crawl on back to the sewers with your own kind Dawkins”

I nodded for a moment but I had enough rage inside me from years of his tournament and god knows I wanted to for her too, so I decked him.

Causing his nose to bleed.

He straightened up and I prepared myself for a fight but he slapped my face with his glove

“That how you fight in Mayfair?” I glared

“I challenge you to a duel!”

“A duel?”

“A duel!”

“Fine! We'll settle this your way.”

I began preparing for this stupid duel making sure my sword skills were good and fresh in my mind as it has been a good few years since the navy, Fagin was nattering on but I was busy and not really listening “And then we'll be in the green”

“Good lots to celebrate with when I teach this prick a lesson!”

“If you win they'll hang you and if you lose your dead do you not see the loose, loose of this situation”

“I'm not letting him get away with this any longer”

“Jack! What on earth do you think your doing!” Her voice began as she ran through in her little grey dress and everyone else left

“Y/n I can-”

“No! No! What on earth do you think you're doing! A duel! Are you quite serious?”

“We are going to settle this like gentleman”

“Like gentleman? Jack this is ridiculous it's far too dangerous you have to withdraw before the morning”

“He has treated me like a mangy dog since I arrived I am not pleading on my knees for his mercy. It's alright I will merely scratch the pompous git. Relax I spent ten years in the navy I am a master with a sword” I told her giving her a playful wink

“I know that” she smiled “That doesn't mean I want you using said skills on a silly duel”

“I thought you liked me using my skills?” I smirked grabbing her waist to tug her closer

“Not in this situation.” She warns poking my chest “It's too dangerous”

“Dangerous? We both know that git won't get close enough to do any damage” I smirked playfully pointing the tip of my sword at her and backing her against the surgery table “I'm too skilled.”

“You do think so highly of yourself. Undeservedly so” she says pushing the tip of the sword away from her but I moved closer so she couldn't move away

“Liar” I smirked stabbing the sword into the floorboards so I could put both arms around her kissing her and stroking my hands across her well-boned dress till she pulled back “And you know it”

“Withdrawal jack. please”

“I can't y/n. I'll be fine I promise.”

“please” she whines giving me the eyes

“I can't y/n. I want to do this. I want this dealt with, you should have heard the things he said if I withdraw… my life will be over and he'll steal you away.” I told her “I can't withdraw. But I promise I'll be careful just for you” I told her giving her a little kiss

An I saw her get an evil look in her eye “Withdraw. Please Jack” she pleaded taking my hands and moving them across her dress letting me touch her anywhere I wanted, letting me slide my hands over her hips, her chest, even her breasts while she playfully kissed my neck “for me” she begs

“ummm” I whined already getting hard just from touching her hands left mine settling in my chest letting me feel her up as much as I wanted “y/n-” I groaned as she began to nibble my neck my hands working on their own one grabbing her ass the other playfully stroking her breast “uhh! Convincing? But you know I can't. I let him win your father will sell you off to him and I'll never see you again, and you know what he'll do to you just to spite me”

“Please Jack I just don't want you to get hurt, please withdraw” she cooed

“I can't” I told her “This is as much about your honour as it is mine”

“Jack.” She warns “Either you withdraw. Or else…” she warns her hand slipping down into my trousers and grabbing my half-hard erection “This will never feel the touch of my hand again” she said slowly stroking in her teasing way

“It won't if he marries you, either.”

“Well I'm not allowing that I told you I'm working on Father just give me time," she said

“Uhhhh y/n!” I groaned as her hand kept going so I pulled her into a kiss to keep myself quiet

“You promise me you won't get hurt?”

“I promise.” I gasped

“Fine. But you come back with so much as a scratch” she warns removing her hand I was kinda annoyed I was enjoying that “I will not be getting on my knees for the rest of our lives” she warns

“All alright” I nodded a little annoyed at such an idea “It's fine. I prefer you on your back anyway” I smirked pulling her back into a kiss.

When dawn came it kinda… dawned on me. I actually have to do this. The whole walk there I got even more nervous Fagin telling me he'd miss me didn't exactly help.

When we arrived immediately I noticed something

“Why is a priest judging a duel?”

“Needs must” Fagin shrugged 

"Good Morning gentlemen," The priest nodded as sneed and his second approached too "Now we are to be good and gentlemanly" He said "Second check the pistols."

"Pistols? I thought the accused chose the weapons?" I asked having been relying on that and on choosing a sword

"Not these days Dawkins" Sneed smirked as his second checked his pistol 

.... Oh shit. I'm gonna die. 

Fagin checked mine and all was supposedly well 

"Ten passes and then one shot each."

"Perfect I only need one," Sneed smirked 

"Nice knowing you Jack" fagin sighed 

I held the pistol in hand doing my best not to shake trying to plan and think how I was going to get out of this, standing with my back to sneed remembering what a shot he is. As the steps were counted I sheepishly did them trying desperately to think of a way out of this. But by six. I was empty. No idea. no plans. He is going to shoot me. and I'm gonna die. Tears welling up in my eyes making it almost hard to see, I'll never see y/n again. I'll never tell her I love her again. I'll be dead and she'll never forgive me for going against her. Sneed will marry her, bed her, give her a life and children all the things I wanted to do with her, He'll do it all just to spite me and walk on my grave. Hell he's such a git he'd bury me under their bed just to spite me some more. 

"Nine. Te-" He began and I quickly turned pointing my pistol, as did he but

"Gentleman!" A voice shouted everyone looked and I could have had a heart attack

Y/n stood in her lilac dress shotgun in hand, holster on her thigh with her pistol 

"Drop the pistols. Now." She demanded 

God damn it I love that girl! 

"How dare you!" Sneed began

"Drop them! Or I shoot both of you." She said "And you both know I will." 

I happily dropped the pistol 

"I demanded honour and retribution! I am going to see your father this-" he began but she shot him in the leg "ahhhh!"

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" She asked running over and cuddling me but I pulled her into a kiss 

"I love you so much." 

"Aww I love you too Jack" She smiled 

"I am sorry, for not listening to you."

"It's alright, but I have good news"

"Oh? other than you just saving my life?"

"Father has agreed." She smiled 

"H-He has! How'd you do that?"

"I simply told him, he allows me to marry the doctor I want or I'll shoot sneeds cock off." she smiled "and father very much wants grandchildren" 

"Perfect" I smiled pulling her into another sweet kiss 

"God damn it will you help me!" Sneed yelled in pain 

"Should we?" I asked

"Give him a while longer" she cooed pulling me back to kiss her 

[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 4/8

The thing is, Davesprite's situation is more complicated than an unfulfilled time loop. His timeline isn't an irrelevant offshoot - in fact, it's integral to the existence of the Alpha Timeline, and presumably always was. Davesprite forms part of a weird, fully intact time loop which spans multiple timelines.

And since this is a future Dave, you have to assume he knows about Bro. The two clearly had a complicated relationship, but he's surely shaken by his death - if nothing else, it's a sign of how serious things have become.

That'll be a fun thing to check out when I've finished the comic! It reminds me of those Hunger Games simulators that were doing the rounds a couple of years ago.

That's true. Dave knows how strong the Underlings have become - and yet, he's still confident that Jade can stand up to them. Presumably she finds some sort of workaround for their First Guardian powers?

Sunslammer is so good! A standout song, even in a comic with as many bangers as this one.

Honestly, part of why I'm dragging my feet on the album reviews is because I want to hear these songs for the first time in context. If I'd heard Descend before watching Descend, I feel like it would have robbed the song of some of its dramatic weight.

I assumed it was just because witches are associated with frogs.

That would have explained why they're part of her Land, but I'm pretty sure that Kanaya's glitched planet was also a frog Land, and she's not a Witch, so...?

*The rest of Sal's response has been redacted, lest we fall once more into the Frog Theory Black Hole.*

I'm pretty sure that's a statue of Echidna, the mother of monsters and Jade's Denizen. Dave's probably close to LOFAF's Palace!

The Seer sees all - and sometimes, she understands the implications before we do.

It'd certainly be interesting. I just reread that conversation, and the biggest takeaway would have been that the kids were going to befriend the trolls, and get involved in their personal drama. This would certainly be consistent with the tone established by an Act 1 Hivebent!

Yup. Vriska was only able to 'create' Perfect Jack because Becquerel didn't object.

Really, he could have prototyped anything he liked, no matter what Vriska did. Even if she tried to shut the Entry down by incapacitating Jade, he could simply have activated the piñata himself.

I mean, that's basically what happened!

If any Aspect is geared around survival, then it's Feferi's. There's no breath left in her body, but our girl is still in the game!

Getting back to the trolls will be interesting, especially since - I assume - we'll be zipping back to when Feferi was still alive. The Veil is a much less friendly place, now - but does Feferi know this? What, exactly, is about to happen to the trolls?

I suppose. I guess there's no reason for every Carapacian to be created with knowledge of the Rings.

Actually, Sburb might not want them to know - Jack's probably not the only one who wouldn't respect the Ring's rules. There could be potential ringwielders out there who are far more dangerous.

Thank you! I feel like I've been doing a lot more character analysis in Act 5 versus previous Acts, where most of my speculation was about the lore. It's a fun change of pace.

Damn, I didn't think we'd actually be explaining these!

It's moments like these which really enhance the comic for me - justifications for things that I genuinely thought were just nitpicks on my part. It's really gratifying, honestly.

@thelegendofgreg asked: Here's some commentary from the jade enter flash, theres uh. alot to read but its all neat stuff "I talked about this way back, maybe even in an earlier book? Well, here I go again, so hold on to your ass. There are four entry items: Apple of knowledge, Bottle of wine, Crow's egg, Dog piñata. A, B, C, D. All of them are related to new life or new beginnings. You bite the apple, you fall from grace, enter a new world, begin this wild journey. You smash a bottle to christen a ship. An egg hatches, creating new life. You break a piöata to celebrate a birthday. Each involves breaking or puncturing something. Each involves a form of sustenance, or something to consume (piñatas have candy inside). Two are vessels for the substance (bottle, Piñata), two are the food items themselves (apple, egg), and one arguably counts as both (egg). Two of them drop from the same basic tree template (apple, piñata). They ramp up in complexity. John's is a simple test: bite the forbidden fruit. Not much to it. A single unit of departure, almost conceptually elemental, like an apple, as Rose goes on about later. The challenges get trickier. Rose has to break a bottle. Easy enough idea, but things go wrong, and she has to take a blind leap to get it done. A sacrificial gesture, and one of faith in a friend (Jaspers). Dave's is even more obscure. A simple test of patience, but one that's not clear. He isn't told what to do and just has to wait. Non-action is the key, and in a way it's another gesture of faith under dire circumstances. Finally, Jade's challenge incorporates a lot of these elements. It's another "blind faith" situation. She has to take a shot in the dark. There's a sacrificial gesture, but instead of risking herself (like Rose), Jade must symbolically sacrifice her friend via effigy and cannot complete the sacrifice without help from that friend. (Bec must redirect the bullet. There's no way this works if he doesn't.) It is also a signifier that the pet she knew as a friend her whole life is about to, in a way, become her enemy. Like a good dog gone bad, who now must be put down."

So they are all intended to be foodstuffs! And, apparently, alphabetical - although I think 'Crow's egg' is a bit of a stretch.

There are also themes of sacrifice and faith that I didn't really think about before. Choosing to enter Sburb at all, knowing the stakes, is absolutely a leap of faith - and it's a game which sacrifices your whole planet. Skaia's been telling us the score this whole time.

Homestuck absolutely deals with dark themes - but they start out buried under the surface, and even now, are still in the process of revealing themselves. This makes sense for Homestuck, a coming-of-age-story whose protagonists are slowly coming to terms with some dark truths about their lives.

Awful Hospital, however, immediately says: here's our protagonist. Her baby is dying. She just woke in a strange room. She doesn't know how she got here. Her baby has been stolen. There are monsters inside her brain. By the way, here's a quip, because this is actually a funny comic. It just felt... dissonant, and not in a fun way. I don't really know what it's going for, tonally.

Don't take this as a negative review, though! I only read a couple dozen pages, so I'm really not qualified to rate the comic - I just wasn't feeling it at the time, so I shelved it. I enjoy a lot of Bogleech's writing, and Awful Hospital's lore sounds pretty interesting, so I'll probably give it another shot at some point.

Not for the most part! I'm super into time travel stories, though, so I'm well-Primed to understand their intricacies.

So there might be intermittent stages between the four we've seen in the kids' session? That'd be interesting - I'd love to see the intermediary stage between John's 2D chessboard and Rose's 3D cube.

There are, at this point, too many awesome songs for me to pick favorites. Umbral Ultimatum and Sunslammer are excellent, but what songs aren't, at this point?

I can't imagine what we're in for when we reach the Act 5.2 finale...

Ooh, interesting. Considering how many accidental references Hussie seems to make, it's honestly up in the air whether that was intentional.

That said....

Jack is looking awfully divine these days.

I suppose Tavros has probably logged the most rocket-hours, yeah.

I'm sure all Breath Players probably learn to fly, unless there are some oddball classes which don't let you interact with your Aspect.

Anonymous asked: forwarding this message to you from someone who doesn't have a tumblr account. ~DJ "Important fact. Dave and Aradia both use musical instruments for time travel, but different ones. Aradia’s is a music box, it has a single prerecorded music, the only way to “play” it is to turn it so it plays the music that was always in it. Dave’s is turntables. They contain a preexisting music, but what you do with them is to jump, cut and shuffle this music, creating something new, having full control of it. - RM"

I like it! As Time Players, they both follow the set path of the Alpha Timeline - but Dave gets a little funky with it, multiplying himself with a complex series of time loops.

Aradia, ever the fatalist, instead turns to doomed clones for reinforcements. I don't think we've ever seen her make a stable loop.

[problematicraccoon]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SKZ DR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

heres a lore dump

MKAY so in this reality im gonna be in a polycule situation with the entirety of stray kids (shut up i know im an interdimentional whore), but hwen i first shift there, we're still just friends.

some details about me in that dr is that my name is Alyssa Kolanko, im 23, im in a dance crew thats world renowned with Emmy (the youtuber) Beomhan (our boi) Ryan (hellyxryan) and Ravon (also youtuber), we're all best friends (ive been besties with Ravon since we were teenagers growing up together in ohio, then we both moved to Georgetown, Washington for college and to join the dance crew Ultraviolet)

dance crews are treated like kpop groups are in my cr. we're signed to entertainment companies' dance group divisions, have fanchants, fandoms, light sticks, stadium tours, music videos (where we do dance covers of songs and have cool visuals to go with it). if you guys have any ideas as to what our fandom name should be, i'd appreciate it, i cant come up with jack shit lmao.

i lived with Ravon in a cool loft apartment in Georgetown for four years, ever since we moved when we were 19, and now that we're 23, he's decided he wants to live with his boyfriend of two years, Carter (also youtuber from my cr), and i offered to move out so they could have the loft.

i've known the boys of SKZ since i was 21 and they came to see us perform at a dance festival (a type of concert where a bunch of dance crews come and perform at a stadium or concert hall)

as i've been a youtuber since i was like 15 in this reality, i grew a large following and the guys (skz) have been watching my videos since the beginning.

we quickly become friends after we meet, and become very close over the next few years. they fall head over heels in love with me lmao. i love living in fanfiction. ANYWAY.

now that Ravon and Carter are moving in together, i needed to find somewhere else to live. i expressed to the guys in our gc that i wasnt looking forward to living alone, as i love to live with my friends, and they suggested i move in with them since they're just getting ready to have a house built for them. i agree, and we all work together to build our dream house.

when i spawn in, it'll be the day before i fully move into the house with the guys. my besties (the members of UV) all come to me and Ravon's loft to spend the night and help me pack. then, the following day, the guys come and help pile my stuff into our cars and we head off to our house, where (since its totally empty) we'll lay out blankets and pillows in the unfurnished living room to have a big sleepover until we can get our bedrooms sorted out. i am very scared of living with eight other people btw T0T and it's stray kids for christ sake???? its gonna be so fucking LOUD

OH OH AND I HAVE A CAT. SHES AN ORANGE TABBY AND SHES VERY SWEET AND STUPID AND RUNS INTO WALLS AND HER NAME IS MINKA. SHES 2 AND I ADOPTED HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST A KITTEN <3 minho is absolutely OBSESSED with her

and im besties with Brittany Broski because i adore her she is everything to me i would lay down my life for her

and as for my backstory; very tragic, kinda personal, wont share much about that. but all that you need to know is that my parents were shitty, and my aunt Isla (the same one from my better childhood dr, face claim Daphne Zuniga) saved me and my younger brother Eric (eric lloyd) and took us to Ohio from Poland to raise us when i was 13. she also has a son, who's technically my cousin, but i consider him my big brother and he considers me and eric his little siblings. his name is brandon, and his face/personality claim is Brandon Farris (hes a HILARIOUS youtuber, highly recommend him)

so yeah- theres alot more lore in this dr, its definitely my most detailed one, so i might make another post explaining more lmao.

[heartlandians]

Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 240

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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Amy was sat on the porch and watched as Georgie and Wyatt entertained Lyndy on the lawn after breakfast.

The little girl ran around as fast she could, giggling so much that she could barely control the shaking of her body, because the teenagers "threatened" to tickle her if they were to catch her.

Since Amy barely had any energy to move herself around, she appreciated the help Georgie and her boyfriend provided right now. Amy knew she was lucky to have her family close in situations like this, and she never let herself forget that.

When the screen door screeched open on her right, Amy turned her head to look at the older couple stepping out.

Lisa was carrying a cooler and Jack had his fishing gear with him.

"Aw, would you look at that..." Lisa commented to both Jack and Amy, a wide grin on her face. "It seems like Lyndy's enjoying herself!"

"Yeah", Amy said, turning her eyes back toward the kids and smiled. "She's absolutely loving it."

Jack watched the chase happening at the lawn, a smile spread wide under his moustache, but then got a little more serious as he watched Amy wrapped in her light blanket.

"You sure you'll be okay with us going to the fishing cabin...?" Jack checked, worrying. "We'll be back before bedtime", he added, hoping it would ease the possible protest.

"Oh, I'll be fine", Amy tried assuring them. "I don't want to keep you hostage just because I'm low on energy. You deserve a break. Besides, I have Lou and Georgie around to help with Lyndy."

"You do", he agreed. "But remember, if they get tired, you can always call your dad. He ought to do something too..." Jack added, muttering.

"You make it sound like he hasn't done his share", Lisa scolded her husband. "He's helped", she reminded.

Lisa knew that Jack and Tim had their rivalry going on, but she had to give credit to Tim for taking care of things while Amy had been in the hospital; not only with some of the ranch chores, but also with some of the paperwork and phone calls.

Even though he could be selfish at times, Lisa admitted, Tim loved no one else as much as he loved his kids. She also didn't want Amy to think that Tim couldn't have cared less when his daughter was in a coma, because it was the exact opposite.

"Yeah, well he could always do more..." Jack talked under his breath and walked closer to Amy to give the top of her head a kiss. "Take it easy, will you?"

"I promise", Amy said, smiling. She then glanced at Jack's fishing equipment. "I thought you were going to go check on the property..." she added, her tone slightly teasing.

"Well, we are, of course", Jack said, adjusting the gear against his shoulder, "but I've never passed an opportunity to go fishing when I've gone there - and I'm not about to change that now."

It sounded like Grandpa, Amy admitted. "Okay. You two enjoy yourselves."

"We will", Lisa replied, looking giddy as she got down the stairs and walked toward Jack's truck. Jack soon followed her.

They loaded the bed of the truck with the things they were carrying, then hollered their goodbyes to everyone before getting on their way.

The sound of gravel under the tires faded out the further they got.

"I'm so out of shape..." Wyatt whined and slowed down his running while holding his palm on top of the left side of his upper body. He could almost feel his heart jumping out of his chest. "I didn't realize a kid could be that fast... Brick's fast, but nothing like that..."

"Yeah, it's hard work", Georgie agreed, equally out of breath. Her cheeks were hot pink from the exhaustion. "We should get something to drink. Or how does that sound, Lyndy?" she asked from her niece.

"No!" said the little girl, giggling. It seemed like she was eager to show them she wasn't falling for their ruse, even though it wasn't actually a trick.

""No"?" Georgie repeated, laughing. "Come on - game's over!" she chimed and walked toward the girl, sending Lyndy into another set of hysterics without meaning to.

"You get her, Georgie, I'm wiped..." Wyatt breathed, rolling on the grass.

Georgie laughed and tried to pull him back up, but the young man was too heavy for her. "I can't do it alone! She's too fast!"

"Someone has to stop her... But it isn't going to be me..." Wyatt played it out like a pivotal moment in a play where the hero - in this case, Georgie - would find the necessary courage to face the task that seemed impossible.

Amy enjoyed the entertainment happening in front of her like a theatre performance, but her eyes quickly noticed Lou in the distance, walking out of the barn with Remi tailing her.

When Amy's big sister eventually reached the porch too and the dog laid next to her feet, Lou sat down on the bench.

"How's the loft looking?" Amy asked since Lou had been working on it since yesterday. "Is it ready for Georgie to live in?"

"Yeah, it's all cleaned up and the furniture has been arranged like Georgie asked", Lou said, rubbing her knees nervously. Her tone was bittersweet.

Amy could feel more than superficial stuff coming. She didn't have to wait long.

"I know it's the best option to have your kid live so close to rest of your family, but it's still hard to believe she's this grown up..." Lou commented, while simultaneously watching how Lyndy and Georgie were using the vegetable garden as a maze.

"Yeah, well, it's a good, careful first step for her", Amy knew. "I mean, I should know; when I went to Europe, I realized just how little I knew about being on my own - and it showed. This is some responsibility but not too much. And like you said, if ever she needs anything, I'll be close-by."

Lou nodded.

"I know", she said softly, but it didn't make it any easier to have her oldest daughter flying out of the nest this fast. "It just still surprises me to find myself in this position already at my age. But then again Georgie was few years older than Katie when she came into our lives, so... of course it was bound to happen sooner than I originally expected when I first became a mother."

"Speaking of... have you heard from Katie and Peter?" Amy asked, knowing Lou's younger daughter was visiting Peter in Vancouver now that they were closer to B.C. and not in New York.

"Yeah, we talk every day. They're loving spending time together", Lou said, missing Katie but at the same time knowing how much Peter appreciated having his turn in parenting. "I don't know... Time just goes by so fast. I miss Georgie and Katie being younger, I miss feeling like I'm needed..."

Amy looked at her sister. "You are needed. And you've been taking such good care of me too now. I owe you so much."

"Nonsense. You don't owe me anything", Lou said, shaking her head.

"Well, I appreciate you", Amy wanted to say at least.

"Thanks..." Lou said, smiling.

Over the years, much to her surprise, Lou had come to realize that there was a big nurturing side to her, so looking after others came naturally.

But she also knew that when it came to helping Amy now, she had her selfish reasons too. Guilt was one of them. But she just didn't know how to talk about it with her sister.

"So... you talked to Mitch yet?" Lou asked, instinctively lowering her voice even though she didn't need to; if Wyatt or Georgie were to hear something, it wasn't going to be a big reveal for them anymore as they already knew about Amy and Mitch.

Amy sighed. She was disappointed to state her answer, but at the same time she felt like things were just mostly out of her control right now.

"You know how this house is... Paper thin walls. And I can't really wander off from the ranch to give him a call either yet. So... no."

Lou nodded, drifting into her thoughts.

Meanwhile Amy felt like changing the topic.

"Not that I'm in any hurry to get you out of here, but... I assume you coming back to Hudson was always going to be temporary", Amy began, bringing Lou out of her head. "Have you thought about when you'll be going back to New York?"

"Oh, I don't know yet. I have not set any date", Lou admitted, fiddling her bracelet. "Nicole and Henry's been asking too, but... I've come to realize that family comes first. So I'll be here till I'm needed."

"Then you'll never leave", Amy pointed out.

Lou hummed and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on. You've come to your own already when it comes to taking care of the business and... well, soon running this ranch", the older sister tried to encourage Amy. "And as for Georgie... she will be fine here."

Amy taking over was going to be something that would take some time to get used to - for all of them - but it had been the plan for a while now.

Amy sighed, looking unsure.

"I don't know... I was insecure about that even before the accident, let alone now that I'm still recovering", she admitted. "How will I know if I'm ever going to be able to do it?"

"No one's ever fully prepared for anything. And besides, you have people to help you, don't you?" Lou reminded. "You don't have to do it alone. There's Cassandra, Trace, Georgie, Jade... I'm sure you can hire more help, if needed."

"I know. But the problem with my line of work is that I am the service I'm selling. I'm not saying I don't need the others to help me - because I do - but... none of those others are Amy Fleming. They're not the Miracle Girl everyone wants", she spoke, her tone now lower. "And who even knows if I'll even be either..."

She could feel her hands shaking again and she cradled them together, tugging them into her lap, hoping to stop them from trembling.

"You'll figure it out", Lou tried to cheer her up. "It's only early days."

"Yeah... I hope so", Amy said, almost tearfully. "I don't want to let anyone down."

She had already been through so many changes, she didn't need this to be one of them too. Her work created so much of the base for her life that she didn't know how to live without it.

Lou squeezed her shoulder lightly. "You won't."

Amy appreciated the gesture.

They sat in silence for a while till Amy wanted to voice something.

"I've been meaning to ask... with Grandpa handing me the reins of this place... you don't feel bitter about it, do you...?" she asked, hoping that changing the subject slightly would help her keep herself together.

Lou glanced at her.

"Me? Running a ranch?" she said out loud, as if Amy was telling a joke and she had to make sure she had got the punchline right.

Amy shrugged.

She didn't want to limit Lou's options, even in theory. Despite Lou not having much interest in the ranching or horse business, Heartland had always been her home too, so her sister had a right to this place every bit as much as she did.

"The whole aspect of this-not-being-my-dream-or-passion aside, I have life elsewhere. Going back to New York has made me realize how much I've missed it. I mean, I've visited the place every now and then, but that's different", Lou shared.

For Amy it was always hard to imagine Lou in New York, simply because she had never really seen her life there. But the way she spoke about it let Amy know how much she meant every word she said. Amy herself would probably talk similarly about Heartland if she was living elsewhere.

Lou then went back in years by recounting past experiences.

"When mom died and things had to be taken care of here, I felt myself being drawn back to New York constantly, but eventually figured it would have been too selfish of me to just leave you guys handle everything on your own... So, I stayed and tried to build my life here. And I'm glad I did, because I've had all these amazing experiences and I've become close with everyone again, but... things have evolved since then."

Amy nodded, understanding that.

"If New York's your place, it's not selfish to want to live there", she wanted to say. "You pushed aside your dream for a long time, for us. It's time for you to live it out now. I know what you mean when you say that you were needed here, but I hope you know now that - and I say this lovingly - you don't have to be here for things to move forward."

"See?" Lou pointed out with a smirk. "You do have some trust in yourself", she said, feeling smug about how she had basically proved to her sister that she was capable of things if she so wanted.

Amy sighed, humming.

"Well, I'm certainly going to try", she promised. "But... not now. I'm tired - again. I think I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay", Lou said, nodding. "Lunch time's at one, so set your alarm."

Amy got up.

"Thanks. -- Will you be able to handle Lyndy?" she checked when the girl was still full of energy no matter how long Georgie kept chasing her.

"Yeah, we'll be fine. Don't worry about us", Lou assured, waving her hand dismissively. "Have a good sleep."

"Okay. Thanks, Lou", Amy said as she started to make her way inside.

****

Falling asleep was not a problem with Amy these days as her brain got overworked so easily and her body was still trying to regain back the energy that was needed for light physical activity.

It was the waking up that Amy found hard.

It wasn't "the calm coming to" that had once been the case, but more like some sort of panic that dialed her body into overdrive in the matter of seconds.

She jolted awake as if she had sensed something alarming happening around her, except there was nothing like that going on; she was safe in her own bedroom and it was quiet in the house.

Well, outside the alarm that she had set before getting on her bed blaring, trying to wake her up.

Amy turned it off and rolled back on the bed, sighing.

It took a while for her to calm herself down. She hated feeling like this, because reasonably thinking she should have been well rested after napping. But instead, her body was afraid of not being able to wake up ever again and it left her feeling uneasy.

Thankfully, the smell of something good cooking in the kitchen gave her an opportunity to distract her and get up to see what Lou had prepared for the them for lunch.

Amy removed the light blanket on top of her and got up, rubbing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair as she passed the open door and entered the hallway.

"Something smells good", Amy commented when she made her way toward the kitchen.

What caught her attention next was the table that was set only for two people.

Why only two, she wondered. Had Wyatt, Georgie and Lyndy gone out? Maybe for ice cream?

But as she eventually arrived to the kitchen, she saw Mitch standing in front of the stove and it seemed like he was the one preparing the lunch.

Amy froze and stared at him as he turned around when he heard the steps coming closer.

He smiled cautiously.

"Hey", Mitch said after killing the heat on the stove.

"Hey..." Amy replied. "Am I-- Is this a dream?" she wanted to know.

Mitch let out a light chuckle. "Not that I know."

Amy blinked her eyes few times to make sure. But Mitch didn't disappear.

"What... what are you doing here?" she asked, looking around, almost like she was being pranked.

"Well, Lou said I'm welcome to come over", Mitch explained. "Something about Jack and Lisa being gone for the day."

Amy thought about it.

Lou. Of course.

She had asked about Mitch earlier and had now made this happen.

"And where are the others...?" Amy tried to assess the situation as the house was quiet and she couldn't see anyone outside either.

"They went to Maggie's for lunch", Mitch informed her. "Lou told me that you haven't really had an appetite. I was hoping maybe I could change that. I made you-- uhm, us lunch."

"Well, yeah, nothing really tastes--" Amy began talking as if no time had passed, because it always felt so easy with Mitch, before she realized.

She shook her head a little.

"No, wait, what are we doing? -- How are you?" she wanted to know about more pressing matters.

Mitch looked at her, and Amy could see his eyes getting glossy. He smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his gaze too.

"Better now", he said shortly and there was a slight crack in his voice. "And you?"

"I'm okay", Amy said, feeling mix of emotions. "I've been meaning to call, but I just..."

Mitch raised his hand gently. "Don't even worry about it. It's fine. You've been... through a lot. I'm the last person you should have thought about."

Amy hummed. "Funny you should say that. You were actually the second person I thought about after waking up. Lyndy, of course, being the first", she admitted.

"Of course", Mitch said, smiling. It was strange - but nice - to hear that Amy had thought about him at all.

They stood steps away from each other even though both of them felt the pull toward one another. But the situation was so delicate that neither of them didn't know what they were supposed to do.

For a while all they could hear was the fading sizzling of the food and the clock's rhythmic ticking on the wall. Maybe if they listened hard enough, the beating of their own hearts.

"Can I..." Mitch then braved the awkwardness. "Can I hug you...?"

Amy nodded. "I'd like that."

Mitch walked closer and Amy met him halfway before they almost crashed into each other's arms. Mitch buried his face immediately against Amy's hair, letting out a shaky breath, while Amy felt her sudden sobs wetting parts of Mitch's t-shirt.

She had not expected this type of release, but then again the expectations over their reunion had been building up and now she had no reason to hold anything back anymore.

"I'm so glad you're safe", Mitch whispered so close to Amy's ear that it almost felt like he was in her head. "I was so afraid we'd lose you..."

"I've missed you so much..." was all Amy was able to let out before getting into another fit of sobs.

Mitch began stroking her back with big, slow movements.

"It's okay... You're okay..."

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

The gilded age 02x08, In Terms of Winning and Losing, my thoughts...

Please excuse any spelling errors. My brain is sleepy so its not working too well. 😰

I'm still having feelings over last night season 2 finale. We can't say they didn't pack the episode until it nearly burst that's for sure.

I'm going start at the end because it still tickles me that Aunt Ada is now head of the Van Rhijn household. (They went omg free fall everything ending, to oh wait we're fine. One oh the fastest turn around ever). Which will now be known as Fronte household. Thank you, Mr. Bannister for pointing it out. Because truthfully I was clueless as every body else until he asked Aunt Ada if it ok. Than it all clicked... Omg Aunt Ada is now the big cheese! The look on her face was brilliant! In that moment we seen her take her power, completely imbody it. We clearly see her mind calculating on all the changes she's going to make. It one exceptional piece of acting from Cynthia Nixon. She doesn't utter a word during it, it's all in facial expressions and her body movements. It's just as powerful. She's so very talented!

Look on Aunt Agnes face made giggle as she realizes the role in her own house have reversed on her. That her little sister is now in charge. I don't mean in unkind way whatsoever. The relationship and dynamics between these two sisters have been certain ways for most likely all their lives up to this point, but now Aunt Agnes is going to have to listen to Aunt Ada in way is never did before. I personally think it's going to good for the whole household. Aunt Ada is kind and compassionate that will benefit everyone in that household especially Aunt Agnes.

I did love When Aunt Ada ask Marian if finally broke off her engagement with Dashiell, because she know he wasn't right for her. Lol it was too brilliant. I love Aunt Ada so much!!

So yes finally Marian broke off her engagement to Dashiell!! I cheered when that happened!! It's like damn woman took you long enough. But after he called her by his dead wife's name, creepy that was the last straw. No one can blame the man for still being in love with his dead wife. We all know that heart doesn't work that way, just because their no longer here doesn't make our love just stop. It's ultimately more to what Marian said, that their not well matched, they don't want the same things and their not in love with each other. I'm just glad she found her back bone and got out before it was too late.

I'm personally so happy about that kiss bewteen Marian and Larry, I was yelling kiss, kiss, kiss the whole time! I think their well matched in every way. Larry definitely be ok with Marian teaching or anything else she wants to do. Now thanks to Aunt Ada she won't come penniless to the whole thing because we know Aunt Ada won't allow that!! I'll put odds on it! Only issue as we all know may be Bertha. Perhaps not though so much with Larry, she does like Marian. We'll see... I did like the little scene bewteen Marian and Frances. I felt quite a bit of empathy for Frances, she was just a little girl looking for a mom. I'm glad Marian was able to reassure for her that she will still be very much in her life just not as her step-mother.

I'm so happy for Jack that he got his patent approved. It was such a brilliant idea of Peggy's that he go talk to Larry about it. That Larry wants to go into business with Jack on his alarm clock. Love it. It was so amazing what happen then.

Peggy deciding to leave her job at The Globe was probably the only way to deal with her feelings for her boss

I'm sad for her because she was doing something she loved. But he was just too casual about the whole cheating on my wife no doubt done more times then Peggy would of ever found out about. She deserves so much better. This also showed that she as alot of self respect, self worth, and self confidence. To not only not fall for his bs, but to walk away when she clearly had feelings but knew it was a bad situation for her. Women now a days can learn alot from her. I was also nice to see perhaps the rift bewteen Peggy and her father may be softening. That her mother and father are getting back to loving terms with each other.

I was very sad to see Mr. Watson go but to know that he'll be part of his daughter and grand children lives makes it a happy going. I'm glad his daughter let her wishes known and kinda defy he husband by going to talk to her dad.

Now the opera war. I never thought Bertha wouldn't pull it off. There's just something about that woman that scream WIN. I'm not surprised she got the Duke back, because she something or someone Mrs. Astor doesn't that alone I knew would enough to turn the Duke back to her side. That is Gladys of course. Now am I ok that's a good chance that Bertha sold Gladys into marriage with the Duke no I'm not! I love Bertha I truly do. However her own ambition I feel is an issue, it's a blinding thing, it's all consuming, it power over everything. I fear what that will do to her in future. Ambition can be good until it takes complete control of a person. Because the need to win, to be number one, to defeat those against you makes you forget about who truly loves you. I don't want to see that be the path for Bertha. Because at her core I don't believe she's her ambition. If she was she wouldn't of done the nice gesture for Mrs. Bruce by giving her the tickets to opening night of Met. Bertha does show incredible care and kindness to her staff. Which is something I truly love about her. Always the way she is with the people she's made friends with. Unlike Mrs. Astor who treats everyone like they should be kissing her ass. Bertha genuinely nice, kind, sweet and funny. So I want to her ambition hurt the rest of her, hurt her life, completely destroy her relationship with her daughter, her son and her husband. Because her ambition isn't worth losing her family that loves her. Alright enough said on that. To good stuff.

Seeing Mrs. Astor lose was brilliant! She at more than half empty Academy still trying to pretend everything's fine...while a death rattle could heard in the background. I wanted to tell Aunt Agnes and Oscar to get the fuck out of there, go with Mrs. Fish, save yourselves!!

Turner fuming was hilarious and her husband being completely over it just made all the better. I got feelings he just wanted to say to her could just sit down and shut it already damn for some peace and quiet. All day and night it's Mrs. Russell this and Mrs. Russell that. Should never marry you fuck!

I loved both Bertha and Gladys gowns. The colors were beautiful. Especially like how the colors deep green pattern against lighter green of Bertha's made her stand out in her box at Met, couldn't miss her if you wanted too. Marian gown was very cool I really liked ruching by shoulders and neck. But I think my favorite gown belonged to Aurora, blue and white and sparkly it was gorgeous. That's one I would've wanted to wear.

I so did love seeing Bertha get her moment, she was floating on air there. Especially when she walk through the doors of her central box after nearly crying because George got back for her. To the whole of the Metropolitan filled. Although the boxes where bigger then I thought they be. All I could recall was when I watched The Age of Innocent because that begins at the opera, it's very much in a similar time frame as The Gilded Age. But I like the ones at the Met better, they can call over and talk to each other like friends do. It seems less stuffy and more social and fun. One of my favorite moments was when Bertha caught sight of Mrs. Bruce and Mr. Baudin and gives them a little wave, it was so cute and endearing.

Mrs. Bruce was very cute through out being at an opera house for the first time.

I'm so sad it's the final episode of the season. All I know is HBO better renew for 3rd season!! Because it's official my favorite series, I don't want it going anywhere for a long long time!!

[melishade]

Hello, has anyone requested 49 yet?

This ask game

War Timeline. Eren and the Kids bonding.

(BTW's I'm so sorry! I meant to save this as a draft and work on it!)

Eren was alerted to the sound of the door rattling, causing him to wake up from bed. He got up from said bed and leaned against the bars blocking him from the door to his room. Honestly this felt more like a prison cell. After he had discovered his powers in Trost, and was handed over to the Survey Corps, he's been treated like an animal, and caged like one.

But he didn't find it fair! Those other titans! Those metal titans from beyond the stars weren't kept in prisons like this. They were allowed to be outside freely! Well, it's not like the Walls had any means of containing them. He still found it stupid and demeaning.

"Got it!" someone proclaimed in a hushed whispered before Eren heard the sound of a click. The door to his room opened, and Eren was surprised to see those three humans that were with those titans. The humans with the odd hairstyle and strange close. Seriously, why was her hair pink?! And how did the boy's hair stick up like that!

The girl, Miko, was surprised to see the bars blocking them from Eren and deadpanned. "Okay, this is fragging overkill."

"We tried. We're probably going to get in trouble for it," The older teen, Jack, proclaimed.

"What, you've never snuck out before?" Miko challenged, "We'll be back with the Bots before anyone realizes what's happening! Besides, no one saw us come in here!"

"Keep your voice down and shut the door," the younger teen, Rafael, told them.

"Yeah, yeah," Miko groaned as Jack shut the door while Miko tucked her bobby pins away.

"What...what are you guys doing here?" Eren couldn't help but ask.

"Us and the Bots wanted to check in on you," Jack explained as the three of them sat down in front of the bars, "And it looks like you could use the company."

"Won't you guys get in trouble?" Eren asked.

"Only if we're caught," Miko smirked.

"Why does it sound like you've done this before?" Eren asked with concern.

"Don't worry about it," Miko brushed off, "Point is, we're having a sleep over and keeping you company for the night!"

Eren couldn't help but be flattered and shocked. They...wanted to spend time with him? Even though he could turn into a man eating monster?

"I'm not the safest to be around," Eren reminded.

"Neither are the Bots," Jack shrugged as Rafael took his backpack off his back and rummaged through it, "We've been in way too many life and death situations that we've been desensitized. Besides, you don't seem like a monster. Like everyone is making you out to be."

"I'm behind bars." Eren tapped the back of his fingers against the metal.

"I've been detained by security." Miko raised her hand.

"For what?" Eren was baffled.

"Trying to steal Cybertronian technology from a museum," Rafael answered. Eren didn't know what half of those words meant, but it didn't matter. The boy smiled as he pulled out four wrapped bars of...something. They looked smaller than the ration bars.

"The last bits of Earth that we'll have for a while," Rafael lamented as he threw two of the bars to Jack and Miko, who easily caught it.

"Scrap," Miko groaned, "I'm gonna miss junk food. All they have here is bread!"

"They have potatoes," Jack reminded, "We could make potato chips. Or fries."

"I thought you hated your job," Rafael recalled.

"I do, but fries are fries," Jack proclaimed as he opened the wrapper.

"Here." Eren was surprised when Rafael handed him a bar for himself. Eren hesitantly took it from him and stared at it. He noticed the way everyone else was ripping the wrapper and mimicked them. When he did, he stared at the snack in confusion. It looked like granola, with something dark wedged between it. It also looked sticky, and it smelled sweet. He noticed the way that everyone took a bite without a care as they continued talking, so he decided that it must be safe.

Eren opened his mouth, took a small bite of the treat, and was bombarded with the sweetness of honey and something new on his tongue. It was from those dark pieces. It was both bitter and sweet. Without thinking, Eren scarfed the rest of it down, stunning the rest of the teens.

"Look at him go." Miko grinned.

Once Eren finished, he realized how that must have looked due to the way the teens were staring at him. "Sorry. Supplies are scarce. We don't get stuff like this often."

"Well," Jack began as he broke off a piece of his granola and handed it to him, "Looks like you need this more than me."

"Wait, I can't-!" Jack took his hand, forcing Eren to stop protesting and placed the granola in his hand. Miko and Rafael ended up following suite, breaking off their pieces and handing it to Eren.

"...why would you do this for me?" Eren asked them, "You barely know me."

"...Well, we think you deserve better than this," Rafael answered honestly.

Eren could only stare at the treat in his hand before smiling. Maybe he couldn't trust those titans, but...the humans were pretty nice. "Thanks...um...what's the dark stuff in this thing."

"Oh that's chocolate," Jack answered.

"Does all food on your world have chocolate?" Eren asked.

"Desserts usually," Rafael explained, "Chocolate isn't even meant to be sweet. It's bitter. They just add sugar."

"Really?" Eren asked as he took a bite out of the granola offered to him.

"The more sugar the sweeter it is, although, some do like it bitter," Rafael explained.

"They're weird," Miko commented, "Although because you guys have potatoes, we can introduce you to fries."

"Fries are what?" Eren asked.

"Fried potatoes," Jack explained, "Although, we'll need oil for that. You guys have oil right?"

"Mainly for the people in the inner walls," Eren answered.

"Welp, looks like we're gonna steal from the rich," Miko proclaimed, rubbing her hands together and grinning.

"Miko," Jack chastized.

"C'mon, they suck! They tried to take Raf and demonize the Bots!" Miko exclaimed.

"She has a point," Rafael agreed.

"Okay, fair, but I don't think it's a good idea to do something stupid when we don't have much protecting us," Jack reasoned.

Jack turned to Eren. "When we get access to our world, we'll show you more foods."

"Really?" Eren asked.

"So much food that it'll break your brain," Miko grinned.

"There's no way there's that much food," Eren proclaimed.

"There's sushi," Miko said.

"Burgers," Jack added.

"Tamales," Rafael offered.

"...what?" Eren was confused, and his confusion caused all of them to laugh.

Levi merely stood by the door to Eren's room, listening to the conversation to be had. He was alerted to the sounds of walking and whispering, and saw those children sneak down to the basement. He was originally going to knock them out and task them back to those titans, but he couldn't help but listen in, and be amazed at how much civility they were giving Eren. They were treating him, someone they didn't really know well, with compassion. It was so kind of them. He wasn't sure if there was an incentive. He couldn't help but listen in to how they were explaining the foods on their world. He was intrigued by the thought of it. This world did sound nice. He hoped he got to see it one day.

(Again! Sorry! That was my mistake! Number 3 is on the draft! Everything else is free game!)

[existingtm]

THIS IS EXACTLY ONE OF THE REASONS MOCHIZUKI IS A TALENTED CREATOR

Both Pandora Heart and Vanitas are absurdly real and unreal, like you can understand their situations or feelings but God it's so hard to imagine such a thing in real life, it also shows the diversity in living itself as well, that there isn't a perfect "perfection"

Pandora Heart played a huge part in shaping my perception on fictions and fed me so much feelings

Mochizuki took gothic horror fiction to another level! The story is so dark yet at the end, there's still that glimmer of light

Though I know well that Pandora Heart got callbacks in Vanitas in background details, Dominique gave me major Lacie flashback y'know, I kinda want a huge link between the two tales, like White Alice, having another form in there, in the end, she and Cheshire did say they'll be together again in another story, another world after all

Anyway I just want someone to talk about Vanitas and Pandora with if you don't mind! Decided to share a bit of my brainrot

Thanks for scooping out some of your brainrot for me! I love your phrasing of how it "shows the diversity in living itself as well, that there isn't a perfect 'perfection.'" You're so right about MochiJun's elevation of the genres she writes in. I also love how overturns expectations for those genres! She absolutely shaped the lens through which I view fiction too

There are definitely some things in VNC that point to it taking place within the same multiverse as Pandora Hearts, such as the dimension we see Francis and the Shapeless One in, and the way supernatural beings turn to "soul dust" (term I made up on the spot) when they die. I don't think Pandora Hearts characters will have any major appearances but I do think we'll see more of Pandora Hearts within VNC

I also can't help but see different pieces of Pandora Hearts characters in VNC characters—Domi having Lacie's looks and paralleling Break, No�� having a similar childhood as Lacie and major repression issues like Oz and Jack, and so on and so forth. There are so many MochiJun motifs I could list (and I do have a list) but that would be another thing in and of itself

Thanks again for sending your thoughts!

[mintymimby]

hgghrhgrh the hyperfixation is getting bad

My theory on how ✨veldiguniction✨ happens!!!! So, DOAI, we have only two confirmed Veldigun, those being Clyde and Winfrey (Winfrey was not outright said in the series, although it was confirmed on Twitter. I did my homework for this post :3). Although there is an obvious reference of more “by a SPECIES of creature we've come to know as The Veldigun. These dangerous CREATURES . . . ect” (—Toon Lankmann, Vol 1.) I doubt they'd talk about it being such an issue unless there were QUITE a few, especially since Winfrey was being kept in the Asylum. Characters Pastra has shown that have not appeared in series are; Simon, The Flock, Mortimer, Jack, and Klaus (I'm not forgetting any right???) Though, in a reply on September 26, 2023, Pastra said that the Mortimer that they showed was NOT a Veldigun. However, Pastra also said on October 8th 2023 “all the OTHER Veldigun” on a post regarding Winfrey, implying that there was way more Veldigun who had designs. Now, more into Klaus and Mortimer, both of these we have reason to believe ARE Veldigun. The traits they have fit the traits of Veldigun. As well as their names being said IN DOAI. Mortimer Grey, the artist for Toon Lankmann, and Klaus, Officer Kruger's son. Klaus (Kruger's son) and Klaus (Pastra's character thingy) could very well be the same person. Klaus (Pastra) has a somewhat cute, childlike appearance, looking like the mascot for some child cartoon (besides the scary factors of it) and Klaus (Kruger) is a child. And then Mortimer (Pastra) has a cartoony, rubberhose design, while Mortimer (Grey) is a cartoon animator. There's too many similarities for them to NOT be the same characters. So, we'll say they are. But, in DOAI, they were clearly normal humans at SOME point. Which, brings me into ✨️Veldiguniction✨️, the transformation from just a normal human to a Veldigun. My theory on this is that when a normal human spends too long close to (not touching) a Veldigun, or too long close to someone with Veldigun Sickness, they begin to transform into a Veldigun. Another possibility is contracting some mutated strand Veldigun Sickness or something like that. This would work in the situation of Klaus and Mortimer. Mortimer presumably working in the Foundation, and Klaus being the son of Kruger—who contracted Veldigun Sickness.Uhhh so yeah!!!! Hope you understand my autistic ranting

And I hope I didn't make any very stupid ignorant mistakes!!!!

[sunset-skater]

since we can't draw characters we'll just visualize ideas we know we lack the skill to draw so we need to figure out how to write about them instead. anyways enjoy a before/after of the classified au sambastian polycule, because being abandoned at a remote astrological facility it putting them THRU IT

Sam, back in the city

loved his time living in Pelican Town, but is ecstatic that he gets to experience city life alongside Seb

on disability for his adhd and chronic pain, so he plays house husband but also has the space to just focus on his music. plays guitar on good days, makes digital music when he's having a bad pain day

visits home whenever Seb does, to keep in touch with his parents and especially stay in Vincent's life

always goddamn sunshine even on his flare up days, he's just so happy to be alive and loves sharing it all with Seb

went from saying hi to the guy Seb's on voice with, to getting to know his boyfriend's latest date, to eventually falling for the guy Seb's dating and branching this polycule into a triangle

Sebastian, finally in the city

works part time at a bookstore, freelances as a programmer on the side, loves being able to work with information on so many fronts

owns way too many books cause they're SO cheap through work!

very autistic at work, usually wearing headphones and doing his own thing. his coworkers love that he enjoys all the mundane tasks they'd rather hand off

visits home on the regular to hang out with his mom and enjoy his hometown, calls her lots even when he isn't visiting

plans to move back to Pelican Town someday but is enjoying the city at this stage in his life

takes over the house husband role when Sam's having a bad take, finds so much joy in being able to help out

met Scott online on some astronomy forums, eventually started dating online and they voice chat lots

Scott, working his dream job

cannot believe how lucky he is to be working in astronomy like THIS

has a real firewatch vibe going on, takes care of his base and the surrounding site in between processing collected information

hasn't actually gotten much of a formal education yet, but has enough training from work - and enough research done on his own time - that he knows his way around here better than most of the people he works for

absolutely loves this life, living out in the middle of nature while working in a field of science he loves with all his heart. he even gets to use the equipment during his off hours to do whatever he likes - it's the most jacked up stargazing he's ever done

met this cute guy who loves moon aesthetics but then turned out to be the nerdiest tboy ever??? Scott's in love??? and his boyfriend is a handsome guitar-playing goofball who's always teasing Seb on video calls??? Scott's in love with them BOTH??? how lucky is he

and then a visit to meet the long distance boyfriend turns into a new living situation because extenuating circumstances means that the boys just... can't leave

Sam, isolated by woodlands and machinery

definitely losing it. the least capable of coping with these circumstances, he is NOT built for this kind of quiet. he can't even talk to people online - the only people he's got to interact with are his boyfriends, one of whom is as stir crazy as he is and the other who's so often busy with the work that trapped them here in the first place

is very bad at hiding it. he wants to be a good presence for Sebastian, and when he's in a better mood he's honestly able to lighten the mood, but when he's doing bad he wears it on his sleeve. he spends hours outside alone or holed up in a corner with noise cancelling headphones to make music, just trying to keep himself sane and feel like he's in his own space

he loves Seb so much. they spend so much time together, where Sam cooks or shares his music, Seb reads aloud to Sam or cuddles him to sleep. they try to recreate their old life anywhere they can just to feel okay

he misses his family so bad, but especially feels so much guilt and worry for Vincent. he's supposed to be there for him, yet Vincent's lost his older brother until further notice. he wants to go home so bad, spend an entire year living with his family again just so that he can make up for lost time with Vincent

anytime Seb sleeps, if Sam isn't laying in bed with him then he's set up shop in Scott's workplace so that he doesn't have to be alone. even if he's sitting on the floor with headphones in his own world, he needs so badly to be in the same room as someone. he just wants to see Scott working out of the corner of his eye - experience some semblance of normalcy

Sebastian, paranoia and nicotine cravings personified

hates this place. at first it reminded him of home but now it's such a bastardized version of it, where he resents the technology keeping him here and how the lack of civilization made it possible to keep them here at all. what's he supposed to do, walk into the woods and hopes he survives long enough to find a highway?

that said he tries to keep it hidden. even when this anger seeps through, he says it's the lack of cigarettes or the fact that his bpd flares up easier in such small confines. it's obvious how angry he is with the situation - but he can't bring himself to be open with it

in spite of it finds ways to help Scott wherever possible. he can't believe how badly he misses actually working, so he helps with the non-science work whenever possible. it keeps him busy and helps him feel productive

in spite of this all he still cares about Scott so much. he always sounded like he had some kind of dream job - but now they're trapped here and he doesn't even care. what does this place have, that Scott is so unphased by these surroundings? he just wants to be his boyfriend

he wanders outside a lot during daylight hours, wishing these woods were more like the ones they have at home. the forests he grew up in lie so much further north, and he can't even tell what is and isn't manufactured. how many of these trees were replanted after the original forest was destroyed, and how much of this is actually like this?

he misses his mom more than anything. he could handle all of this if only he could call her and talk through everything he's feeling. instead he just has old voicemails saved to his phone, voice memos she recorded while working so that random sounds of saws and chisels can be heard in the background, and leagues of text conversations he rereads just to feel like she's here

Scott, still working his dream job

feels absolutely HORRIBLE about how getting his boyfriends to visit turned this south. he worked so hard to get permission for them to visit at all - since he isn't sure when he'll actually get a break from work - only for this to happen

copes by sinking himself further into work, both to satisfy the higher ups and hope that he gets Sam and Seb out of here sooner, but also just to lose himself into something he enjoys. to immerse himself in space and all its wonder is escapism undiluted

honestly misses working alone, and enjoys late nights spent alone at the console surrounded only by the joy of science

the one thing he does miss most is the lack of an online presence. ever since they killed their internet connection - only his dedicated work consoles have any kind of connection, and those are glorified pagers with how limited their communication options are. he's got his boyfriends here in person, but everyone else in his social sphere saw him drop off the face of the earth

he doesn't know how to regret bringing Sam and Seb here. he hates that it ever came to this, wishes he had some way of anticipating this, but also he's not sure how he could've known. he just wanted to meet them, show them the pride and joy that is this site, but instead they've all been punished

[maleyanderecafe]

Forcefully Yours (Visual Novel)

Created by: fuzzycuffs

Genre: Horror/Romance

For whatever reason, I kept on procrastination on playing this game until the 2+3 update came out. There does seem to be at least two male yanderes in this game, but as of writing this, only Riker's is really fully developed, so we'll have to see when the other part of it is released. In either case, this story is very much horrific if you refuse Riker's responses, and I like the effects that come with it as a result. This is an r18 game and can have quite a lot of violence in some parts, so be warned.

The story starts out with the player waking up to make themselves some breakfast and talking to their online friend, Lionbright_zz (or just Lion for short) before being interrupted by their boss to call in form work in their day off. The player heads over to the bar to work as a bartender only to meet a man they take interest in. He introduces himself as Riker and when he leaves, leaves his number. You have the choice to either talk to Lion again or instead call Riker. Since Lion's route isn't available yet, his route ends with him kidnapping the player in their own house stating that he's "ready".

Calling Riker will have him invite the player on a date at night. The player ends up being drugged and confined in a small room with writing on the wall and music playing. Afterwards, Riker comes into talk to the player and depending on your answer, the route will change rather dramatically.

Being generally nice to Riker will have him treat the player nicer. We learn that Riker has been following us for quite a while and that we were pretty much oblivious of it. They will consider making the place a better living space for the player. The next day, Riker will change his hair style. Depending on choices you can ask for him to change it back (and activate a dom route which, thank you very much I do want to mess up his hair) or keep it the same. Riker may also continue to compliment the player, even drawing them into a stockholm sydrome of sorts, starting to believe that the situation they're in isn't that bad. We can see already just how deep his obsessions is for the player and how he fell into it.

Begging will lead to him being turned on and possessive and the player can either spit on him or cry. Spitting on him will make him clean it off and sniff it, with the player being clearly disgusted by it. The next day, there will be more photos on the wall, which can lead to the player having a panic attack after Riker tries to tell them about all of the "dates" that they went on. Riker can also end up crying and promising to change as well as gaslighting the player or the player can try to convince him to go into therapy.

Crying instead will turn him on even more, causing him to leave. Then in the middle of the night, Riker will appear watching over the player as they sleep. Staying silent and not moving will cause Riker to jerk off to the player as they sleep. Or similarly, telling him to stop will have Riker take the player's shirt to help him sleep (and presumably jack off to it). Screaming and attacking him leaves a scar on his face and he hits the player back, casing the screen to blur and turn red with veins. Continuing to fight him will cause him to knock out the player and submitting to the pain will cause the screen to blur out even more, with Riker taking off his shirt to take care of the player. Submitting will cause Riker to bite the player and if they're into it will cause him to stop and realize that they're into it, while not being into it will cause Riker to smear the blood on his face and give them bandages.

The final (and worse outcome) is when the player attacks Riker, to which they will fail and Riker will cuff the player onto the bed. The next day Riker will tie the player up more, a punishment for their actions. Continuing to disobey him will cause him to hurt the player and eventually stab out the player's right eye. He can also whip the player with his belt or attempt to choke the player with it (or simply just choke the player out of arousal). The screen permanently will have a blind spot on that side until the player passes out. Riker may also collar and/or muzzle the player depending on choices

Forcefully Yours has a lot of different endings (I think about 25 endings) so it can be hard to get all of them if you're not paying attention to your choices, but I think that's something that is rather impressive about this game- is just how many different ways Riker can react as the game goes on. He can literally become your angel or devil depending on how you as the player react and will punish or reward as a result. It actually goes rather in depth about how he reacts and again just the sheer amount of reaction he has. The endings that are more violent display this more, as we see the darker sides to his obsession as it goes on. Riker himself has a lot of different expressions ranging from rather subtitle changes to drastic ones, which I think really shows just how much of a ticking time bomb he is. These little changes really bring out how unhinged or how infatuated he is with the player and I think it gives it subtitle nuances that other games don't have. The way the room color changes in each "route" is also nice, as it often parallels with what Riker is feeling or it gives a strong atmosphere such as when Riker watches the player sleep. Finally is the sort of aura that each major route has, which is most noticeable in routes where Riker physically hurts the player. I really like the route where he straight up just stabs the player's eye because of the way it's displayed- having half of the screen go black while the other goes red- and it really gives off the pain and impact of this action as it's almost as if you could feel the pain the player is in when it happens. It occurs similarly in other routes as well, like when Riker hits the player and the screen grows a veiny red around the edges, or even in subtitle ways the screen glows slightly pink in times when the player is infatuated with Riker. These little details are really nice in the game and gives a lot of life and character to what's going on.

Riker as a yandere.. well, it's a lot considering the amount of different endings there are. He of course kidnaps the player in the beginning of his route, but also stalks the player, taking pictures, is clearly extremely infatuated with them to the point where they believe therapy didn't help, sniffs the player's clothing and periodically tries to change himself (appearance wise and personality wise) to better fit whatever the player wishes. He's also not afraid to hurt the player taking away "privilege's" as a way to control the player or retaliate when the player hurts him. He's also seen to manipulate through violence but also words and gaslighting, and while he gets aroused quickly, is also quick to pick up if the player likes something that they do (like biting). I'm probably missing like a whole bunch of stuff because I think I probably missed a couple of endings considering again just how many endings there are.

Overall, this game is pretty well made with just how many different options there are and the way it can present Riker as a horrific person or a kind person depending on choices and the way it displays it. I'm curious to see how the other yandere will go as well considering it seems Riker's fourth day is almost done (or at least close to) being finished, though I'm curious to see what will happen with that as well. That being said, please try this game, it is an experience that is very different than other games that I've played.

[cloudy-em]

we'll make it work - spencer reid x fem!reader

i've had a really busy week and i'm in need of some relaxing time. i find writing generally pretty relaxing. this one may not be too good because this is more of a vent post and living vicariously through my writing as opposed to putting thought into it, but i figured i'd post anyways. feel free to view my pinned post (mobile or desktop) or click the compass icon (desktop) for my masterlist + all of my important links :)

Spencer had invited me to join the team for dinner at Rossi's after I had complained about not being social enough. As a CIA agent who is often sent abroad to consume and collect news sources from various countries and analyze them, having a social life isn't exactly my top priority.

Spencer and I had meant a couple of years ago at a bookstore when he'd turned a corner too quickly, accidently pushing me into a shelf. We had a good laugh about it and ended up talking for hours when he realized I held a copy of Any Human Heart. We remained friends, and my partner and I had even helped Spencer's team catch an unsub when she tried to leave the US and go to Budapest. We only grew closer from there. It's funny how the simplest mistakes can bring people together.

I had yet to meet Spencer's team officially; the Budapest situation ended with my partner and I returning the unsub to the US and simply handing her off to Spencer's team. There was no time or need for introductions.

As Spencer and I walked up to Rossi's rather extravagant front door, I found myself growing nervous. This team was like a family, and I was going to be the one weird tagalong.

Spencer rang the doorbell, and a beaming blonde wearing a bright pink dress opened the door. Her appearance alone made me smile - she looked like she was kind and happy, and she reminded me of the dolls I'd see in shop windows.

"Spencer's here!" she turned to yell into the house before waving her hands wildly to invite us in. As she shut and locked the door behind us, she turned to me and smiled. "My name's Penelope, and you must be Y/N! Spencer talks about you all. the. time. I'm so glad to finally meet you. Come on, let's go meet the rest of the team!" she all but grabbed my hand and dragged me towards a large kitchen, where the rest of the team stood nursing white wine as an older gentleman instructed them on cooking pasta.

"-remember, we always salt your pasta water before boiling it. The water should be salty like the sea! Now that it's been seven minutes, we can remove and drain the pasta," he paused, demonstrating the step he had previously narrated.

The rest of the team nodded. Penelope cleared her throat, "Everyone, Spencer and Y/N are here!" the team smiled, turning to look at the both of us.

"Perfect timing," our chef for the evening said in a welcoming tone. "I'm almost done with the meal. Emily, would you pour the late arrivals their wine?"

A brunette smiled and nodded, gesturing for us to follow her further into the kitchen area. "I'm Emily," she introduced herself to me as she poured one glass of wine, holding it out for me to take before pouring another for Spencer. "I hope you guys had a good evening before coming here," she said, looking at Spencer with a facial expression I couldn't quite describe. Spencer quickly placed his hand on my back, making my cheeks heat up as he mumbled something about being introduced to the rest of the team. We made our rounds and I shook hands with Derek, JJ, and Hotch.

Rossi announced that dinner was ready and directed all of us to his dining room. The meal was delicious; nothing too fancy. It was comforting but still held the flair one would expect from a famous author. The table made small talk at first, discussing weekend plans before we got more comfortable and went more into detail about our personal lives. JJ talked about her husband and son, Hotch detailed his experience in teaching Jack how to hit a t-ball, and Derek said he thought his most recent hookup might be going somewhere. Before Spencer or I could even process what was happening, Penelope turned to the two of us, a curious smile splayed across her lips.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" she asked.

It wasn't that I found the idea of dating Spencer unappealing, in fact I found it incredibly appealing. I'd thought about it multiple times. We got along great, we went out together nearly every weekend we both had the time to do something, and we made each other laugh. It was more that the question was so blunt, it caught me off-guard. Thus, I inhaled my wine in shock, immediately choking and tearing up.

Spencer looked between Penelope and I in shock, like he was watching everything unfold three steps behind everyone else.

"Are you not going to help your choking girlfriend, loverboy?" Derek asked in a teasing tone.

Spencer quickly reached up to rub my back and help my body calm down from its response to having wine in the lungs before making a quiet, yet firm, statement.

"She's not my girlfriend."

I had to pretend it didn't hurt, but I'm sure in a room full of profilers, they could all see right through me. Spencer and I were friends, and I was thankful for that, but I had always hoped it might be something more. I took a deep breath, listening as the conversation shifted to make the atmosphere less awkward. I finished my meal and thanked Rossi, announcing that I was tired after my last flight from Geneva. I bid everyone a good night, put my plate in the sink, and found myself on the stairs on Rossi's front porch, turning around as I heard the door open behind me.

"Hey, I figured I'd walk you home," Spencer said, voice soft and unsure. I nodded silently as a sign that I was giving him permission to do so. We walked down the sidewalk together, the tension in my shoulders probably giving notice of my stress.

"What's up?" Spencer asked suddenly, but it sounded more like a statement. Like an, "I know something's up, so tell me before I figure it out for myself", although knowing him, he'd probably already figured it out. I shrugged. "Well, something changed at dinner. You were all smiles and conversation and then it's like a rubber band snapped," he let out a puff of air, signaling that he meant it in a light-hearted way.

I didn't answer.

"The team liked you," he paused. "Like, really liked you."

I got frustrated with his awkwardness; why couldn't he just say the words? He's glad we're friends, he's sorry they asked if we were dating, whatever. Rip the band-aid off.

"Yeah, I could tell, Spencer," I said, colder than intended. "They thought I was your girlfriend, that's how much they liked me. Self-fulfilling prophecy or whatever." Spencer tilted his head, confused.

"I'm not sure that's self-fulfilling prophecy, I mean you didn't convince yourself of something so much that you let it happen, they just assumed something that was incorrect-" he began to ramble.

"Shut up, Spencer! God, don't you see that I like you? That I've been hoping you'd just fucking ask me out? But we're both busy people who have hard lives and you're a genius who's fantastic and solves crimes, and I'm me who's essentially a walking database of foreign newspapers!" I let out some of my feelings, not even realizing what I'd said. "It wouldn't work out between us anyways because we're good friends and I appreciate that and I'd always hoped we'd be more but it's okay, I know it won't work, so let's just move on and sleep it off-"

"We'll make it work."