#you have no idea how hurtful and scary it is when you realise these people you were just introduced to already know this part of you

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. reminiscing about the start of your relationship // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. mentions of guns, tw guns, fluff & established relationship, a/n. this is just a random idea that came to me, not proofread, gn! reader ♡

the unfolding of a relationship can truly be something magical.

with a warm contentment, you settle yourself against boothill's chest as you indulge the drifting thoughts in your mind, humming lightly into your chest as you felt a large palm cradle your hip.

you cannot lie to yourself, can you? but you're rather nostalgic about the early stages of your relationship with your boyfriend and how the two of you got to know each other.

at that, you realise it's a fun story, a great one even.

to boothill, you were the first person he's had a genuine interest in having a relationship with, and remembering how he thought he should tackle it— well, it was almost tragic, in a humorous way.

people who saw him as a dangerous individual weren't necessarily new to him. he'd be naive believing that he wouldn't be scary to look at.

the man understood that his risky occupation, aside from his outside demeanor could come across as unsafe and frightening to the outside spectator.

what boothill didn't realise, however, was that no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide yourself.

you see, boothill doesn't lie— although frankly, he did try to make himself seem a little less intense to you. especially on your first dates.

it all began with his job and how it doesn't fit with your usual cookie cutter profession. in order to appear a lot softer and less frightening to you, he wasn't the most honest about what he's been doing for a living, nor did he actually plan to reveal it to you right away.

reflecting back on it, his cheeks instantly burn of embarrassment— the sheer confidence he must've experienced when he believed, for a single second, that he could be able to claim and sell the lie of him having a bakery would actually fool you in the slightest bit.

quoting his exact type of wording; a renowned bakery owner with a strong liking towards lemon cake.

well, perhaps you bringing it up from time to time and teasing him with it was a consequence of his own actions now. yet, his sweet sense of humor made you fall in love with him the most.

it's adorable, he is, yet it ended up being slightly dangerous— with such words shrouded in your mind, you're thinking back at one specific moment where you accidentally found one of hid guns.

naturally, he's tried to downplay it immediately, hands turning sweaty as he couldn't keep eye contact with you while working himself through a story of claiming that, well, it's not a real one silly, see? but a fake one, okay? that he's been using for an upcoming, top secret, performance he's been planning for a while now.

for his bakery. you know.

little did he realize you accidentally pulled the trigger right when you were about to hand over the weapon and shot a bullet through the wall, right into the living room— you were fortunate enough that the knock back didn't hurt your shoulder too much, it stung a little, yes, but you were able to recover from the shock quickly.

yeah, it's safe to assume that this was a clear awakening to boothill, that he most likely needs to let you in on a couple of silly, little details about his life.

well now at least, after being in a loving relationship for a good couple of years already, you tilt your face and prop yourself up by your chin as your boyfriend shakes his head the moment you mention it to him again, "don't remind me of that," he begins to panic, a big and embarrassing smile plastering across his mouth as his heart drops to the pit of his stomach, "hey! we promised not to talk about this again,"

he's shrouded with a sudden feeling of helplessness, scratching the back of his neck before you slant yourself closer with an airy laugh brushing against his lips, "but it's our origin story," you smile and hoist your body up so you could be on his eye level.

you continue to affirm, knowing it makes your boyfriend weak in the knees, "and you're so sweet when you're embarrassed," before applying a sultry kiss on his cheek, breath holding, mind numbing, as boothill quirks up the sides of his mouth softly at your plush lips touching him.

truly, how beautiful it was that no matter what, he knows that you are one and if anything, a story such as yours only brought one closer.

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[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc or just Dp things I (personally) want to see more of.

Just some stuff I've seen and really liked but never see enough of.

Danny is very casually a genius and/or skilled (engineering, gymnastics, really any skill you pick):

There isn't enough of it tbh. I dont think people realise just how smart and skilled he is. Being a ghost probably made him very flexible and gave him extra abilities the average human may not have. Also he comes from a family of scientists, yeah maybe up against them he doesn't seem smart, but being "smart" comes in different forms. More often than not the ability to be smart comes from your ability to pick up on things, retain information, understand information, and use that information accordingly. Danny does that, especially with his villains. He even finds outside the box ways to defeat his villains. Like tricking Freakshow into becoming a ghost.

I just think its under utilized. A lot of Teen heros are geniuses but no one ecknowledges it. Hell, you can make it that Danny doesn't even realise just how smart he is. He doubts it and often thinks he's one of the dumber people in the room. But when sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee he can solve a problem he hasn't even seen before the konk out for an hour.

Danny has BEEF with the JL or isn't outright a fan:

In a lot of fics the JL (especially Batman) are huge hypocrites. Like they'll barge into Amity trying to solve problems that don't even effect them, screw things up more, then offer Danny more training. Hello????? You guys being there caused the problem???? Then, in other things Batman preaches about territory and Danny will get threatened or treated with suspicion for even stepping foot NEAR Gothem, but then barges into his territory like its his buisness.

Let Danny call them out. Let him point out that everything has been fine untill they showed up. Let him get MAD. This is HIS territory, HIS haunt, HIS people. These guys have done nothing for him! Why should he accept their help when their help only makes things worse? In fics where they help him because he needed it and ended up in Gotham let him be suspicious and careful. He doesn't need to be vivasected or hurt to be warry of the crime fighting furries he just met.

Mans has the experience to know you can't trust anyone untill they prove you can.

Danny should be casually overpowered and spooky:

This isn't even he has to be experienced. He is so used to his powers he doesn't realise how scary it is. He will casually stop a punch from superman, laugh, quipe, then punch back.

He accidentally breaks stuff, walks through things, glows, its so normal for him. He apologizes and does it again because he forgot. He genuinly has no idea how strong he is, he just knows he needs to be soft on humans.

Danny and Phantom are very different personalities:

I'm not saying they're two different people. They have the same mind same person. But the way they act is so different. Danny is grumpy, quiet, whimpy. Danny is a loser, and everyone knows it. Phantom, on the other hand, is confident, he jokes, smiles, makes a game out of his struggles, he's strong. Phantom is just a good guy. Everyone (minus others) loves him!

This happens because Danny is more comfortable as Phantom or Vise Versa. Sertant trates carry over, they're nerds, they're smart, they enjoy a good pun, they're sassy. But because Danny is a loser everyone sees it as lame, but with Phantom its endearing.

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None of this means you need to get rid of silly nerdy Danny. You can have that but all these other things ad depth to his character. Hes smart but not confident, he's kind but not naive, he's powerful but not violent, and he finds comfort in the fact no one knows him.

Idk. I'm not a big fanfic writer so i thought i would just share and see what others do with it.

[emmyspov]

Prioritise yourself (Thranduil x Reader)

author's note: happy easter to everyone who celebrates it and a happy weekend to all either way🪻this is honestly one of the most scary things i've posted because it's something so personal that i relate to a lot, but i thought maybe someone else might need it, too🥺 please always remember that nothing will ever be more important than your health and well-being 🩷

warnings: symptoms of burnout, lack of sleep, exhaustion, negative self-talk, skipping meals, mentions of food, nudity (for taking a bath together) - please please please let me know if I forgot something! 🩷

word count: 1.9k

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

It had seemed like a smart idea when you offered Thranduil to help him with all the paperwork.

His days were filled with meetings and more often than not he only returned to your chambers once it was dark already.

So, for the past few months, you had been - more or less secretly - helping him with whatever you could: sending out invitations to other royals, filing away documents, re-writing contracts so all that would be left to do was sign them.

You were the king's partner after all and you wanted to help him as much as possible. This was your kingdom, your home, as much as it was his, as he regularly reminded you.

Thranduil noticed, obviously. The hours in his study were reduced since most things were taken care of in a perfect way already - he could return to your private rooms right after dinner and spend time with you instead which the Elvenking appreciated immensely.

However, over the past few weeks, things have taken a turn. And Thranduil noticed that, too.

How, on some days, you would get up earlier than him, how you would skip lunch and dinner with him - although it was one of your favorite things since you got to spend it with one another during your otherwise busy schedules - and instead eat by yourself, hunched over some papers. He noticed your tired eyes and dull skin and- lack happiness, to cut it short.

Worry didn't even remotely describe what he was feeling. He felt sick to his stomach when he thought about you being unhappy.

Today was no different.

You had gotten up before sunrise, leaving your husband a little love letter, before entering your own study to take care of all official things.

There was a lot to do. Other elves as much as people from Laketown and even dwarves were sending letters, hoping to schedule a meeting with the king himself to talk over whatever was bothering them.

You made it your mission to answer every single one of them, noting down appointments and also sending out excuses if Thranduil wasn't the right one to talk to when it came to certain matters.

By the end of the day, your head was pounding. You let out a yawn and rubbed your eyes, hoping to relieve some of the pressure behind them, but to no use.

Closing them for only a minute wouldn't hurt. You could still look for your husband afterwards.

A line had been crossed for the Elvenking.

It was the second day in a row that you skipped your shared meals and from what he just learned, you weren't eating them at all.

He needed to talk to you. He wouldn’t - and couldn’t - let you destroy yourself over some work. Your happiness and well being came first and he would make you realise that, no matter the cost.

After reaching your study and receiving no answer to his knocks, he let himself in with determined steps, only to stop abruptly as soon as he saw your sleeping figure. His eyes softened immediately.

"Oh, meleth."

With two big steps, he was by your side, crouching down until he was on eye level with you. Even in your sleep, you looked stressed, your eyebrows scrunched up, reminding him of the times you woke up from a bad dream.

"What are you doing to yourself, hm?"

Gentle, as if you would break like glass if he touched you with too much force, he picked you up and carried you out of the room and into your shared bed chamber where he set you down on the soft mattress and covered you with a fluffy blanket.

Thranduil left the room again for only a few moments so he could blow out the candle in your study and put everything where it belonged. He himself hated to work at a messy desk and didn't want you to deal with the same thing once you would return to work, although he didn't want to think about that yet. For now, you needed rest and all the love and care you could get.

He returned to your bedroom after he spoke to some of his subordinates to let them know neither he nor you would be available in the next three days.

You were still fast asleep, curled up into the blanket. The king walked over to you and slowly began to remove all your uncomfortable clothing before he himself put on a night gown.

Only then did he lay down next to you, carefully maneuvering your body into his arms, your head on his chest. Even in your sleep you wrapped your arm around his waist and entangled your legs, letting out a small sigh.

"Sleep, meleth, you've been working too hard", your husband whispered and brought his delicate fingertips up to brush some hair out of your face before letting them trail down to your back, rubbing some calming circles into your shoulder. "I'll watch over you, I promise."

And Thranduil kept his word.

He stayed up to make sure you slept through the night, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple or the top of your head while his fingers were always touching you in some way.

It was nearly lunch time when you woke up the next day.

After noticing you were still cuddled up with your husband although the sun was already shining into the room, you immediately sat up.

"I- I overslept, oh Varda, there is so much to do. Why didn’t you wake me, my love?"

With a gentle force, Thranduil pressed you back onto the mattress.

"You've been overworking yourself for weeks and your health and happiness are suffering in return. I told everyone we wouldn't be available for the next few days. For the foreseeable future, we'll only take care of you."

You didn't want to cry. And you tried really hard to keep the tears at bay, but when the Elvenking looked at you with so much love in his eyes, you couldn’t stop them.

"I'm sorry for failing you, my king."

The elf wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Oh meleth, no. No, you didn't fail me, you never have. And you never will."

"I can't even take care of myself", you hiccuped, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "It's like the work and the pressure never stop and I'll never be good enough and now I am sitting here, crying to you, a literal king who has way more responsibility than me. I am so sorry to burden you with this."

Thranduil's heart was breaking. He couldn't believe this was how you saw yourself when, to him, you were the most beautiful being in all of Middle Earth.

"You are never a burden to me. Do you hear me? Never. We can fix this. You have to learn how to prioritise yourself. I can teach you. I will teach you. And we will start right now. You must be hungry, what do you want to eat?"

You fumbled around with your hands before looking up at the Elvenking. "Could I have some pancakes?"

Thranduil leaned forward to press a kiss against your nose. "Whatever you want, meleth nîn."

With one swift motion, he got up, put on one of his majestic robes and made his way to the kitchen to order your beloved pancakes and some additional treats as well as some hot and cold beverages.

He returned to your chambers with a first tray of food, watching your face lit up with delight at the sweet smell.

"Here you go, my love. Eat as much as you want and take all the time you need. There are no other things that need to get done today or the next few days."

You nodded and grabbed a plate, happily munching on the food the servants were bringing in over time.

The king was watching you carefully while he himself ate something. It was more than obvious that all the food was good for your mind, body and soul.

You let yourself fall back against the sheets when you were done, letting out a satisfied sigh. "That was good."

"It is about to get better. What do you think of a bath?"

Your eyes lit up. "Right now?"

The elf couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Is that what you want?"

You sat up, enthusiastically bouncing on the mattress and nodding your head. "Yes, please!"

Thranduil stood up again and walked into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and your favourite bath salts and flower petals before coming back to you.

With ease, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the bed, carrying you into the bathroom.

"Arms up", he ordered gently and removed your clothing, doing the same to himself afterwards.

"You're so handsome", you breathed out as you softly pressed your hand against his chest, right above his heart. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Thranduil's heart started to beat faster under your touch and praise and you smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the fact that you still had this effect on him.

He lifted you into the tub, setting you down and lowering himself behind you, pulling your body flush against his chest.

"I'm the lucky one."

You shook your head before letting it fall back against his shoulder. "You take care of me when I can't do it myself."

The king's deft fingers brushed through your hair, letting them trail down your arm. "We take care of each other. You are the one who decreased my work load so I'd have more time."

You intertwined your hands. "Well, of course. I want you to be well."

A kiss was pressed against the top of your head. "Do you see my point?"

You nodded. "I think I do."

Thranduil let his thumb brush over the back of your hand. "Tomorrow, we can take a walk in the garden and look at all the blossoming flowers. Or we can do whatever else will make you happy."

A smile graced your lips. "Just being with you makes me happy."

Gently, the ellon grabbed your chin and turned your head around so he could kiss you. You melted into his embrace, smiling against his lips.

"Gi melin", he whispered after you two had parted for air and you replied with the same sentiment.

Once you two had soaked in the water for a while, the Elvenking grabbed your shampoo and lathered up his hands before bringing them up to your scalp to work in the product.

The more time you spend like this with your husband - in your little bubble of happiness and safety - the lighter your heart felt.

And it only got better when Thranduil's hands wandered down your head to your neck and shoulders, massaging your tense muscles to help you relax even further.

You shuddered and the king grinned to himself. He was just as pleased as you were earlier that his touch could, still, make you weak in the knees.

"Rest, meleth", he whispered as he continued to work on your upper back. "There will be time to talk about long-term adjustments and solutions, but for now, you can let yourself fall. I'll be there to catch you."

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Do you have any advice on writing a truly scary villain?? How do I make them genuinely terrifying but also still realistically human y’know?

The short answer is 'be specific', think about all the ways that humans can be scary, and show how the villain is scary/human by the story stakes/other character's reactions to them.

The longer, more rambling, answer is...

Whenever I think about villains, and a lot of the study that goes into villains/monsters, I think about the idea of either the Self or the Other.

Villain as Self:

The self is the us, in 'us vs them'. It is what we recognise within ourselves when we look at and explore villains.

This often comes with a realistically human motivation. For example, it could be that the villain is motivated by greed, recognition or desire for power or control (flaws that many of us have) or fear, desire to protect ourselves/our loved ones (good qualities that many of us have that become warped) and all these motivations ultimately lead the villain to do awful thing. We don't think we'd do the bad thing ourselves, but there is an uneasy terror in recognising that actually we might.

Alternatively, it is the villain who is well-respected and loved. The person we trust. The person we feel safe with. Except, we're not safe. And we can't tell, because we think they're just like us, and in many ways they are, and that's horrifying.

This kind of villain is always the dark side of our own society, our own assumptions and ideologies and belief systems. They are very popular at the moment.

We as a people are deeply uneasy with our own monstrosity.

Villain as Other

The 'other' is the 'them'. It's the fear that many of us still have with what is different to us, or what we don't understand or know.

This is the villain that is the random stranger, not secretly your best friend. It's, historically speaking looking at literary canon, the cannibal savages in different cultures. It's aliens. It's monsters where the scary thing is that they have no humanity, nothing we can reason with, a morality that is completely different to ours etc.

We as a people are still deeply uneasy about what we don't understand, even if many of us are trying to be better about it.

Some villains are a mixture of the two, but broadly speaking, you're considering the Villain as Self vibe of villain. I mention both because I find it interesting, and because our ideas of otherness are so often tied with our ideas of monstrosity that I can't not!

Scary nowadays often looks very much like someone persecuting what is considered 'other' or 'different'.

What is actually scary?

The first part of writing a genuinely scary villain is tapping into something that is genuinely scary.

While the vague can work, when it comes to villains that are realistically human, specificity is your friend. We understand these people, or at the very least we know and recognise them. And it's not a broad threat of 'end of the world' that tends to scare us most, it's much more personal.

We don't want to get hurt. We don't want to lose someone we love. We are scared when we realise we completely misjudged a person we trusted. We are scared when we see someone do something terrible and have a gut lurching feeling that, in their circumstances, we might do the same thing because we absolutely recognise the feeling and the motivation. We are scared when we see villains who persecute people just like us, because we know there's an uncomfortable sliver of truth to it.

Story stakes

All the above bit is all to do with your character understanding and construction. The internal bit. The premise of your character.

Story stakes is external and how you apply your character in your story. In short - if there is clearly no chance of your villain ever winning, and nothing bad ever happens and you just tell people that they are scary, the reader has no reason to believe you.

Have other characters react in terror to your villain. Have the villain's actions and goals have consequences in the story. They must be a genuine threat within the story world, even if they lose in the end. I hope this helps!

[thatfrailsoul]

– Breaking free

tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

We set our goal, we recognise our limits and we strive to overcome them. We charge ourselves so much with this desire, and sometimes even need, to change things, to make our reality shift... That we don't realize how much power and speed we gained, how close we actually are to those same limits that we used to feel so pressuring and imminent... and that now we are about to break through, without even realising when and how.

What is it that you are overcoming? What is it that you are escaping from? What is that battle that you, so tired and consumed, are starting to forget about now that you are winning, setting yourself finally free?

Slow down for a moment. Breathe. Listen to your heart, to its rhythm. Allow it to speak to you. And choose the image that seems so familiar, calling so strongly your heart. Remembering that, whatever the message might be, you are free to listen to it or to let go. Without the need to make it fit. Because your true answer will always find you, the moment you will be really ready and will have the need.

And let me know in the comments which pile you chose in the end and if it resonated with your heart.♡

– Pile One,

the six of cups, the hermit, the knight of wands

Miranda, Thomas Francis Dicksee

It was scary. It was confusing. It was too much. So much that the only one who could protect you, the one you felt safe with... Was your own self, your own mind and heart. The ones that welcomed you, without any question and condition. The ones that understood you without any word or explanation leaving your tired lips. The ones that... Simply were there. Secluded, hidden, isolated. Always available, always ready to welcome you back as soon as you felt too much pressure on your heart.

And you did it, you ran to yourself, to that safe space. Once, twice... Until you didn't need to do it, until you simply stayed there, hidden too, from everything that was happening in your life. From situations, people, questions and doubts.

You stayed there, leaving it all up to them. Until everything ended, everyone left you alone and walked away. Until it all became out of your reach, although you didn't look for any of it for much more time.

And although it did protect you, it did gave you the time and calmness to heal your wounds, rest, and find again your strength and desire to live this life... It also gave you that bittersweet awareness of how much you hurt others, while you yourself were hurting too much. It showed you how it is actually scarily easy to let go of everything, to lose it, even if consciously. And how much emptiness it creates in your life by the time you find the courage to come back.

And in a certain sense... It did hurt much more. Feeling so overwhelmed again, although for different reasons, right after finally feeling whole... Being so ready to finally face everything, to only find out that there is nothing else to take care of in a life that never slowed down, that changed once again so much and so fast.

The idea of a beginning, of so many beginnings and first steps, felt much more frightening than once an ending felt. And you hid yourself once again. Remaining in this middle earth, nor in the past nor in the now.

But what happened before... It didn't only heal you. It also allowed you to grow. To grow into someone that is not only ready to live, but someone who truly wants to. Someone that, even while hiding, can't help but feel that excitement almost itching in every part of your body, of your soul.

You won over the nightmares and the monsters of the past. But you also won over the limits that, unconsciously, you created midst the safety of your mind and heart. You overcame it. Every single thing. Finally being completely free and able to simply create and live your life. One exciting first step at a time.

P.s. If you would like to receive more clarity and guidance about your situation (through a personal or free reading) - you can find out more about it here!♡

– Pile Two,

the ace of wands, the seven of cups, the magician

The Island of St. Paul in the Indian Ocean, Joseph Selleny.

You are so full of ideas... So many that you are quite literally overwhelmed with them. With so many things that seem so interesting and worthy of being tried. So worthy... That you actually can't choose between them, which one will be more useful or more fun to work on now.

And in an almost desperate try of finding the courage to chose, to just do something, you gave yourself time to reflect, in hopes that it will make things clear... With the result of giving your mind just more time and possibilities to come up with new ideas, to cultivate an interest for even more things.

It became a sort of a point of not return. Your heart that more and more strives to do something, to create, to learn, to express yourself... but without really helping you to choose that something among all these choices and possibilities that you keep finding. Resulting in you just being stuck. Stuck between the ardent desire and the uncertainty of what it is that you are so passionate about.

And it was this way for so long that you are not really trying anymore. Kind of getting used to this constant division and frustration within yourself. But this time that passed, although at first glance it doesn't seems, did help you. In a kind of strange and ironic way.

You quite literally consumed yourself, leading you almost to desperation. To the point in which all of this feels too much to bare... But also to ignore. You led yourself to the point of acceptance and even indifference, regarding what to do and how, that you will just start doing it. In whatever way, order or rhythm that you will feel like that day. An unconscious rebellion to your uncertainty and the "wasted" time.

And this will be exactly the moment you will finally unlock yourself. Simply by allowing yourself to do what you want, even if it is a thousand things. You will do them, you will finally try them one after another or perhaps all at once. And you will start to understand, to see and feel finally what is more aligned with you and your character. What is it that you are truly in love with, and what perhaps was only a little curiosity that will soon pass by. You will finally be able to choose.

To do exactly what was blocking you so much. Freeing yourself from those questions, conditions and limits that you imposed on yourself just because of the conviction that you need to know beforehand. That you need to know for sure what you might like before starting to dedicate yourself to it... Forgetting that just trying to figure it out as you go is absolutely fine and part of the process too. It is actually the most important part - discovering what it is that you love.

P.s. If you would like to receive more clarity and guidance about your situation (through a personal or free reading) - you can find out more about it here!♡

– Pile Three,

the queen of cups, the knight of swords, the magician

Evening by the Lake, Max Nonnenbruch

It was difficult to not connect the dots, to not conclude that every situation, every connection, every person... Wouldn't hurt so much if only you never rushed in. Trusting, getting closer, accepting and loving every soul that you met. It was difficult to not give into their mean words thrown at you every time they were getting ready to leave. It was difficult to not start to believe that it is indeed the truth, that you gave too much of yourself, and without asking pressured others, expecting to receive all of them too. It was difficult not to, so you did.

You did assume all the responsibility, all the guilt of why so many things are not working out. And you started to limit yourself. To control your every word, action, thought and feeling. Limiting who you are. Because you thought that that was the real problem...

But soon enough you noticed that hiding yourself and accepting others, their advices and opinions, only brought to you so many hurting and haunted souls. The ones that ironically do the opposite of you, not thinking even for a second that they might be the ones to make a mistake... But being so ready to demonstrate how are the others the ones to be in the wrong, the ones that aren't telling the truth.

And it only damaged you more, it consumed you more. Putting you in a situation where not only you couldn't be your own self... But you were also forced to endure what you know for sure you didn't deserve at all.

But once realised this... There isn't that much that you could've done. There wasn't much that you had the strength to do. So you just isolated yourself, hid your heart and mind, trying to heal all those wounds. The ones that are not only hurting so deeply... But that are also not allowing you to change things, to find a different way and solution. Because to be able to be accepted and loved... You got too used to all the wrong things, the ones that even being aware of is simply not enough to find the courage to stop.

But now... Things are changing. For the best this time. Now you are shedding, gently, layer after layer, all the convictions and opinions of others, all that they wanted you to be. You are coming back to your true self once again. Gradually learning to not be afraid to just be. Be who you are. Be the way you are. Be, without allowing the behaviour and choices of others to determine if you are wrong or right.

P.s. If you would like to receive more clarity and guidance about your situation (through a personal or free reading) - you can find out more about it here!♡

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[obsessedwrhys]

okokokok HEAR ME OUT !… rottmnt brothers x a gn! younger adopted sibling medusa hcs… whose snakes are lowkey protective of them… sometimes they act on their own but if the reader is feeling an emotion strongly they’ll feel that emotion… yeah… (can you also make the reader calm, collected and reserved?)

(Idk if ur reqs are closed or not so u can do this later or delete it if you want)

ROTTMNT X MEDUSA!READER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, bit of angst, reader is gn!! (Look at how cute they are)

RAPH

As babies he was always so scared of the snakes on your head. Like what do you mean it's supposed to be your hair? How does that even work?

Every now and then when he's passing by your room, he couldn't help but sneak a glance of you pampering to the snakes. It's just so amusing to see you treat them as if they have a mind of their own.

Which they do in some cases.

Growing up together, he has gotten use to the fact that the snakes happen to also feel whatever emotions you feel. Anger. Despair. Joy.

Never in his life would he ever think to see a hundred snakes smiling at him. But oh well, at least you're happy.

He is honestly very astonished with your ability to turn any living or non-living things to stone.

There was this one time where you guys were fighting and a member of the foot clan managed to sneak up behind you, but due to your enhanced reflexes, you were fast enough to turn him into stone. You simply blew at the sculpture and eventually it loses its balance and falls.

Remind him to never mess with you 'cause being turned into stone does not look fun.

Despite your scary appearance, you were the most chill person in the group. You would always be found either in the living room watching tv or in your room doing your thing.

What I'm trying to say is that you're the least expected sibling to create the huge mess of the day for everyone to deal with.

He doesn't find the snakes on your head too much of a deal, he cares and loves you all the more.

LEO

He finds the snakes on your head so cool!!

Since ya'll were kids, he's been constantly storming up with stupid tricks or ideas to do with you.

And you obliged each time because you didn't feel like it was anything dangerous. Most of the time you guys end up having fun.

He has once asked you to turn Donnie to stone. Obviously you said no.

Even though your ability to turn people to stone is irreversible, it still doesn't give you the excuse to just do it to anyone or anything as you liked. Which is the same thing you've said to Leo multiple times and he always let's out an annoyed groan at your reminder.

He 100% picks fight with the snakes on your head. Always sneakily poking one or pulling one (obvs not that hard) when it's not looking, what he doesn't realise is that you can feel it too. He's been bit many times for doing that but he never learns.

He just enjoys messing with you :(

It's the sibling energy in him.

Did I forget to mention how he managed to convince you to turn him to stone in order to escape Raph's lecture? Yeah that happened.

I've said this before and I'll say this again, he definitely makes terrible dad jokes related to snakes towards you. It always entertains him and him only.

"You know, people always say snakes are so venomous but I think they're just slitherin around"

"That was terrible Leo"

He likes to hug you because he just loves the feeling of the snakes on your head rubbing against his face. It's like the same feeling you feel when a cat rubs it's face against your face. So relaxing.

He loves to especially bury his face into them.

It weirds out the others but you don't mind as long as he doesn't hurt you or the snakes.

He just LOVE LOVE LOVESSSSS it.

Also the way your eyes glows red alongside the snakes whenever you turn something to stone? You look ethereal!!

And the tiny traces of scales across your skin??? Badass!!

He'll literally wear a cheerleader fit and swing around pong pongs to cheer you on.

DONNIE

Since you were kids, he was always drawn towards the snakes on your head. He always wondered how did it even get there.

He once accidentally pulled on one of the snakes as a kid and the bite on his hand is now scarred to life.

He doesn't tell you but he thinks the snakes looks great on you, the green matching the green in your eyes is like the cherry on top. Not to mention your fashion sense is amazing!!

He doesn't mind having you stay in his lab, you're not loud and don't disturb his work which he appreciates it.

I like to think that whenever he's bored, he'll probably approach you to examine on the snakes on your head. You don't really mind and just continue on doing whatever it is that you were doing in the first place.

Though, there was this one time you caught him waving at the snakes and smiled when they all greet him back.

He definitely asks questions about stuff.

Some of the questions that still stuck to you was "If you used a mirror and activated your power, will you be able to turn yourself to stone?" And "Do the snakes on your head grow like hair?"

The last one might be true in a way. The snakes only extends when you want it to. You just do it when it's convenient, whether to toss a bad guy away or to grab a cup of coffee on the table.

He would hyperfixate on Greek Mythology when he sees the obvious similarity. However it just made his brain spin even more. Were you also cursed? He never knew how to ask you about that since he's afraid to trigger your emotions.

The last time he did that the snakes on your head all began hissing at him, not to mention seconds away from attacking him.

But it doesn't matter, you'll tell everyone when you want to. All he knows is that you grew up together and care about each other, that's already enough.

MIKEY

Oooh snakes.

I just have a feeling that since babies, the snakes on your head has always been so affectionate towards Mikey.

Like out of all the brothers, he's the only one they let him do things with. Helping you do different hairstyles, feeding them and even giving them accessories. Anything he can do to make you look glamorous.

He also happen to name each of the snakes. He says he doesn't have a favourite but it's way too obvious that you're his favourite.

He hates it however when you're sad, the way the snakes on your head pretty much drops with a frown breaks his heart.

Everytime Leo decides to mess with you, Mikey is 100% already there and simply standing menacingly behind him, waiting for him to finally notice him.

"He's standing behind me isn't he?"

"😡"

A lot of the days where its sunny, he would definitely take you go swimming. He knows how frustrated you get when it's too hot.

Same goes to when it's winter, this boy will go out of his way to make a comfortable beanie for you to use and for the snakes to nestle in.

Also you have a big appetite but do not fear!! He will prepare you the most delicious meal you'll ever eat!!

You're surprisingly good at communicating with animals. You've befriended some of the rats in the sewer and he can't help but call you the "Rat Whisperer"

He loves hanging out with you, whether if it's doing nothing together or having fun, he likes spending every second with you.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So if Wukong didn't know MK was playing superhero, why was he able to be caught by Spider Queen? The answer is clear. He took the younger cubs down to see the parade. That way, he could be closer to the fireworks, and his kids are entertained. He ended up being caught up in the initial attack and discovered MK playing hero while trying to evacuate the cubs away from the angry spider lady trying to turn people into spider zombies.

Wukong is not happy, but at this point there are far more important things to deal with. He orders MK to get his siblings somewhere safe while he handles Spider Queen. When MK protests, he tells him that MK's arachnophobia would only get in the way, and he is still Sun Wukong, the gods be damned Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the Monkey King. He isn't so far into his retirement that he can't put an upstart little princess in her place.

The plan backfires and Wukong gets captured by LBD and Spider Queen, of course, but hey, the Noodle Crew gets to meet MK's siblings! Sandy babysits them while they're in Heaven trying to get the stuff. All they know of it is that MK's mom was caught by the Spider Queen, they don't know yet exactly who his parent is. Not until much later when Wukong and DBK break out of their bonds and save them.

"Holy shit, is that Sun Wukong!?" ;Probably Tang

"Mom!" :MK

"MOM!?" :Literally eveyone

After all is said and dine Wukong makes good on his promise of a long talk, or rather lecture, and MK is grounded.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD BE SO RECKLESS! Xiaotian, your father an I taught you better than this! What were you thinking!?"

"But when you were my age you were at war with Heaven, though!"

"And look what that got me! Thrown in a furnace and pinned under a mountain for 500 years! What you did was stupid and reckless. What if you'd gotten hurt!? Your still mortal, MK!"

Referencing.

Yesss. Wukong canonically adores New Years, and I def agree that love extends to the cubs too.

Wukong does a "surprise" visit to Megapolis to show the younger cubs the New Years Parade + check up on his eldest while MK is helping Pigsy with the foodtruck. Likely all in glamours, but MK 100% gets an embarassing visit from his mom at work. The Noodle shop gang tease him endlessly about it.

Then cue the Spider Queen's invasion, and Wukong giving MK the cubs to watch for the moment while he Kings Up. MK doesn't want his mom to go in his condition, but Wukong is still The Monkey King, and has no idea that his son has been superhero-ing for the past couple of months.

The gang all meet up on Sandy's airship, and the kiddos glamours all drop from stress. This is where the gang confirms (they had suspiscions) that MK is a disguised demon - they dont mind since thats sadly common in human-dominated cities. MK specifically being a monkey demon gets Tang asking questions though.

Red Son shows up and has a brain-fart mid-plan when he recognises who "Noodle Boy" actually is;

Red Son: "Xiaotian!? I haven't seen you since we were calves! This explains so much!" MK, nervous sweating: "Not now dude! My mom got captured by the Spider Queen, and my dad is MIA right now." Red Son: "Ah but of course. Seems we have the same predicament then. No fear, I have a plan to defeat the Spider Queen and save our respective parents." Tang, panic-nerding: "MK, how do you know Red Son!?" MK, flash of SWK-esque anger: "NOT NOW."

The gang get to the Celestial Realm and retrieve what they need to make the antidote - though not without attracting the attention of a certain hound that just realised her fave monkey is here.

MK, petting the dog: "I'm sorry Quan. I can't play right now! I'm saving the city." Xiaotian Quan: (*sad whine!*)

Meanwhile at the Spider Mech; DBK has finally met his little brother/enemy once again. DBK in his anger, yells about Sun Wukong's "little-thief successor MK" ruining so many of his family's attempts at gaining power, and Wukong just blanks;

Wukong, scary parent voice: "Xiaotian has been doing what!?" DBK: "The Little Thief is Xiaotian!?"

DBK would also shout at Wukong for putting himself in danger in his condition, but quiets when he learns that Macaque is missing. Tieshan had seemed worried since DBK got back (infact, maybe its why she decided to free him), and everyone knows that the shadow monkey wouldn't leave his mate without reason. When LBD arrives, DBK and Wukong immediate get a chill up their spines. They both know that she's somehow involved with Mac's disappearance... DBK has his super-saiyan moment of worried-anger and frees both himself and his xiandi so that they can find their reckless kids.

The Noodle Shop gang (+ Red Son and the cubs) bust on through with the spider-venom antidote and manage to subdue the Spider Queen with their combined forces.

Tang is about to fanboy at the sight of Sun Wukong in the flesh when MK and the cubs yell something that shatters his preconceptions.

MK & the cubs: "Mom!" "Mama!" Noodle Shop Gang: "MOM?!?" Wukong, swarmed by baby monkeys: "Thank Nuwa you're all ok!" (*hugs them all tight*) Wukong: (*suddenly bonks MK on head with a sandal*) Wukong: "And you! How dare you not tell me that you've been fighting demons this whole time! You told me you were only getting a job for mortal experience!" MK: "But mom! I did get a job! I've been using my spare time trying to figure out what happened to dad!" Wukong: "Which I specifically told you Not to do!! Your father has gotten himself tangled up with a very dangerous witch and I'm not letting you run into one of her traps!" Noddle Shop Gang + DB fam: (*standing at a safe distance from the yelling*) Tang, dizzy with excitement: "Anyone else feel like they're in a fantasy right now?" Mei: "Hm, not really. I knew Xiaotian since we were pups. My grunkle Ao Lie is the same dragon-horse from the stories." Tang: "Excuse me!?"

Erlang shows up on Earth asking Wukong tf just happened - his third eye showed him the chaos in the Celestial Realm and Lao Tzu is pissed for his missing pills and Furnace. But he immediately leaves when he sees tje carnage of a saved mortal city + Sun Wukong. (Erlang: "Ah. Say no more.")

[alloftheimaginesblog]

three years too late {indiana jones}

plot: you haven't seen your ex-boyfriend, Indiana, in three years. you're settled once again, engaged to be married, but fate decides to throw the two of you together once more for old time's sakes.

character: indiana jones x plus size reader

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

Of all the things that could go wrong on your wedding day... This wasn't it. Of course, you had been taken hostage by some Germans who were scary and large and you had absolutely no idea what was going on. Your hands were tied behind your back, mouth gagged and ankles bound. Terrified wasn't the word to describe how you felt when you'd woken up to the sounds of booming laughter and unfamiliar accents. Your head pounded and you could smell a slight metal tang in the air so you could only assume you were bleeding - probably from the head.

You were in a dimly lit warehouse. There were boxes all around and... holy shit, there were a lot of guns, knives and different weapons. Your head whipped from side to side. There were three what looked like German soldiers sitting maybe thirty feet away, all facing away from you playing cards and smoking. If you could find something to cut the ropes, you could grab a gun and-

What the fuck am I thinking?! I don't know how to fucking shoot a fucking gun... It's my only chance.

Oh today was not meant to go this way at all.

You didn't know if anyone would be looking for you. Your soon to be husband surely would be but what if he thought you had fled the wedding? Why had you been kidnapped? You tried your hardest to think about where you were taken from. You were in the hotel about to head to the church... Oh my god, people were going to think you'd just ran away from your wedding and abandoned your future husband at the alter- but... you remembered you had tried your hardest to fight back. The memory was blurry and it hurt your head more to try and remember it but you remembered throwing a few things at your attackers and... ah.

They smashed your head into the mirror of the dresser before all went black. So that explains the head injury.

Surely, surely someone would see the carnage in the hotel room and realise that you didn't have 'cold feet' but instead you had been kidnapped. But why?

Arthur was a banker maybe they wanted money? But they were soldiers. Why the hell would soldiers kidnap you if not for a greater purpose? You didn't know. But you did know that Arthur, as much as he loved you, he wasn't very scary and wasn't very brave and there would be fat chance of him coming to save you. You didn't know if you could be saved. You didn't know where you were, didn't know who these men were but if you wanted a chance at getting to live the rest of your life, you would need to at least try. You looked down at your wedding dress, the once pristine dress was now in tatters at the bottom with dirt, grime and blood dripped onto it.

I need to get out of here.

Without making a noise, you began to search for something to cut the ropes with. It was hard to see in the dim light but you could see a pile of rubble and stone from the crumbling walls. Quiet as you could, you shuffled backwards to grab various rocks, feeling them in your hands to find a sharp edge until...

Bingo.

It was long and sharp. It would have to do. You manoeuvred it in your hands and began to saw the rope with the stone. It was going to take a while but if you could pretend to still be out cold, leaning against the wall, then maybe that would give you more time.

That was until one of the men happened to glance over his shoulder as you were checking on them. Fuck.

"Oh hello! She's awake!" He grinned with a clap, ditching the cards on the table as he stood and began to walk to you.

Quicker, you sawed at the rope, you were almost there. Your ankle bounds would have to wait, if you got your wrists free then that would just have to do. Almost there. He was maybe fifteen feet away. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What are you doing, woman?" He spat before he stopped in front of you and crouched.

With all of your might, and using your weight as an advantage, you screamed and leapt onto him. The shock threw him off balance and he toppled to the ground, hitting his head hard off of the concrete. You were running on sheer adrenaline, fighting for your life and your grip on the stone tightened before you brought it down hard, piercing into his neck. Blood sprayed everywhere and he lost consciousness within seconds.

It wasn't time to stop though. You were on auto-pilot, fight or flight, and it was all about survival. You weren't going to die today - not today.

His men were yelling, grabbing their weapons, and you quickly pulled his gun from its holster and pulled the safety down before shooting. Your first few shots didn't land but then the next two did. One in the shorter one's shoulder and then in the taller one's thigh. They weren't dead but it bought you time.

You rolled off of the soldier you were on and ducked behind a few of the boxes as the other two soldiers yelled for help. With trembling hands, you tore the bonds from your ankles and grabbed the gun again. Your heart hammered in your chest painfully. You jumped upwards and shot until the gun was empty. You chucked it at them too. You'd missed them both again.

More men flooded in through the open doors and sweet lord they had big guns. Darting off to the left, you grabbed what looked like a machine gun from the top of a box and began to shoot. It was loud and hurt your muscles with each shot but you managed to get a few men down...

Then it jammed.

"Fuck!" You shouted ditching the gun and running to hide behind some more boxes.

From the chaos you could hear their yells of, "Boss didn't say she would fight back!"

"Kill her!"

There was a lot of gunfire aimed for you which thankfully never got you but it was close. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you struggled to get a deep breath. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you weren't thinking rationally, you were only thinking for survival. A few times, you heard bullets whizz by your body. Your head whipped from side to side and then you spied it; a round, green grenade. This was your last chance to get out of here. Your hand grasped it tightly and you began to yell that you were giving up, "Okay, okay! I surrender!" You had to yell it a few times until the gunfire ceased. Slowly, you stood up, hand hidden from view as you yelled your surrender again.

A gunshot rang and you instinctively leapt to the side but not before pulling the pin and launching the green grenade into the crowd. The bullet grazed your shoulder and you screamed out in agony but quickly, you scrambled upwards and ran as fast as you could to the open doors away from the crowd and then-

BOOM!

You were launched forwards in a blast of heat as the grenade blew. You landed painfully on your ankle but you were quick to get up and continue somewhat running. You weren't much of a runner ever but this was life or death and you wouldn't stop until you knew that you were safe.

As you left the burning building, some gunfire still sounding from behind you, you were blinded by headlights. You came to a stop, hand raising to see who it was. This is it, you thought, I'm going to die-

"(y/n)?!"

You squinted before you realised who it was. No fucking way. There he was still with that fedora, "Indiana?!" No way was your adventurer ex-boyfriend standing in front of you but right now was no time to catch up, "We need to go!"

You threw the car door open and bundled yourself and your now horrifically stained wedding dress into the car, slamming the door on the train and yelling loudly for him to hurry up and drive. Indiana did and just in time too as five soldiers all armed with large guns bounded from the warehouse doors. Indiana threw the car backwards and then zipped off, managing to avoid the gunshots aside from a back window being shot through.

"Why the hell are you wearing a wedding dress?!"

"Because it's my bloody wedding day!" You screeched over the roar of the engine. All of a sudden, you grew furious. Maybe it was the fear of the situation or the adrenaline or maybe just seeing him again after he disappeared and left you or maybe it was all of that combined.

Indiana faltered, head whipping between you and the road, "What?!"

"What?!" You shot back, "Did you never think I'd find someone else who wanted to marry me?!"

He rolled his eyes, returning his gaze to the road, "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Then what did you mean?!" You were angry. Why were you angry? You didn't care about Indy or what he thought about you anymore. It had been three years, three long years.

"I was surprised!" Indiana yelled, "I-I didn't think you'd move on that fast!"

"That fast?!" You hissed, turning to him, all of a sudden forgetting about the horrors that had just taken place moments ago and now replaced with sheer anger, "It's been three years, Indy!"

The man faltered, opening his mouth and then firmly shutting it, "It's not been three years," he muttered under his breath.

"It has!" You shot back, "I was twenty three and now I'm twenty six. It's been three years. You're three years too late, Jones! I've been with Archie for a year-"

"Archie?!" Indiana laughed loudly only causing your blood to boil even more so than it already was, "You're marrying a guy called Archie?!"

"Better than marrying someone who named himself after the family dog!"

That shut Indy up. You smirked triumphantly. He turned to you, eyes angry until he saw the blood dripping from your arm, "You got shot. You're hurt." Worry flashed on his face.

"I..." You trailed off and as you realised you were injured, the pain began to sink back in too, the adrenaline wearing off ever so slightly, "It's fine. Just grazed." You swatted his hand away, "Sore but just a flesh wound."

"You sound like me," Indy scoffed, "What the hell happened?"

"I got shot."

Indy rolled his eyes, "But why the hell were you fighting them? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You looked down at your hands. The nail polish you'd had done especially for your wedding now chipped and dirty. "I didn't think anyone would save me," your voice was quiet all of a sudden, "I had to save myself."

Indiana sighed, "I promised you that I'd always save you and keep you safe."

The reality of it all was starting to hit you and your heart began to pound again as guilt flooded every single one of your senses. "I killed a man, Indy." You felt sick, "I shot a bunch and threw a grenade. I killed people, Indy. People with families-"

His hand found yours as he steered, "Hey," he said strongly, "self defence. You killed people you were going to kill you."

"But..." Your eyes met his and you let yourself breathe again, "Why me? Why did they-"

"To get to me," he said, eyes back on the road and hand letting go of yours, "They knew about us all those years ago-"

"But why target me again? Especially when we've moved on, I mean I'm getting married and I'm absolutely positive you don't still feel that way about me-" you looked at him and abruptly stopped talking when seeing the muscle in his jaw feather and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, "... right?"

He gave the slightest shake of the head, "I was stupid to walk away from us." That was all he gave you before he pulled up the car into the side of the road, driving into shrubbery to try and disguise the car. He opened up the glove compartment and dug around, pulling out a flask, "Whiskey, drink it. It'll make the pain a bit better."

"You're getting me drunk?"

"Trust me, it'll help the pain."

You rolled your eyes but listened and drained the liquid which burned hot going down. You had tried to give it back to him but he insisted you finish the flask. It was disgusting but mere seconds after downing it, you could feel the pain turning fuzzy.

"We'll go on foot for a while," he said after you'd finished and began to get out the car.

"I-I don't think I can," you grumbled as you pulled yourself out of the car, "I landed funny on my ankle and- what the hell are you doing?! Put me down! Indiana Jones!"

Indy laughed as he scooped you up, ironically bridal style, before putting you over his shoulder so your head was on his back, "What?" He grinned, "It's not like I've never picked you up before... You're not too heavy, I promise. I've got you. This is the quickest way, okay? You gonna fight me on that cause I'll let you walk on a sprained ankle if you want."

You fell silent and allowed him to carry you. You remembered the first time he'd picked you up. You were terrified, squealing and almost in tears at the thought. You had been embarrassed in case he couldn't or in case he told you that you were heavy but to your surprise, he didn't complain, he didn't even let on that you were heavy. He was strong and he could handle you. Your eyes which had been avoiding him found him through teary eyes. Oh, Indy...

After around ten minutes, you started to feel sleepy, the traumas of what your body had gone through now taking its toll, but Indy kept pestering you with questions to keep you alert and awake, "So what's Arthur like then, eh?"

"Nice," you said groggily, "he's a banker."

"A proper job," he mused sardonically, "bet your dad's happy with that."

"Yeah... They like him."

"They never liked me much, did they?" He stared straight ahead never once looking at you.

You licked your lips, "They did when they thought we were both just Professors... They didn't when they found out your actually a bad ass adventurer who nearly dies every fortnight." Indy laughed.

He continued asking you questions, random ones about the wedding, about your life since the break up and then after a while he put you down on some rocks to have a break. He bent down, inspecting your arm and dug around in his satchel to find a bandage before wrapping it tightly around your wound, "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, feeling tipsy but okay, "Yeah but I'm being brave like you." Indy smiled, brushing your hair out of your face, inspecting your head wound, "They smashed my head into a mirror."

"I can see that," he murmured with a frown, "it's stopped bleeding so that's good."

You took the chance to look down at yourself before you began to erupt with a fit of giggles. Indiana blinked in surprise, asking you what was so funny, "Look at me!" You squealed, "What time is it?" You grabbed his wrist, squinting hard to look at the time, "5pm?! I should've been married four hours ago! And look at my dress!" The laughter was loud and musical. Indy even chuckled a bit, "And I was kidnapped! And- And the funniest bit- I killed people!" Indy's smile began to fall as your laughter grew into sobs, "It's my wedding day and- and I killed people!"

The sobs quickly turned into wailing and Indy bundled you into his arms, holding you tightly and shushing you. You hiccupped, "Funniest thing," you said against his chest, "I didn't even want to marry him- was just- hiccup - trying to get over you - don't love him - hiccup - love you instead."

And then, as quickly as you had started sobbing, you were sound asleep on his shoulder.

Indy let out a long breath, "Three years too late, huh?"

You could hear the running of water like a bath or a shower and you squinted. It was daylight outside. You sat up, wincing at the pain in your head, "Indy?" You called out, the events of the previous day coming back to you, "Indy is that you?"

"(y/n)?" A voice said, rushing from the other room, "You're okay!" Your heart sank as arms that weren't Indiana's wrapped around you, holding you and pressing kisses into your hair, "God, I've been so worried about you."

"Archie..." You forced a watery eyed smile.

His hands stroked your cheeks before pulling you in for a hug again, "I thought you'd gotten cold feet, left me and then- then me and your mom went to check the room and we saw it. It was awful, the way you'd been taken. I could've collapsed. We got the police but- they weren't very helpful at all. It was- It was when he called and told me where you were- I'm so glad-"

"Where is he?" You asked, cutting Archie off, "Where's Indy?"

Archie frowned, "He left. Oh honey, I'm so glad-"

"Where did he go, Archie?" There was something in your tone, a strength, a quiver of something that unsettled Archie.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I-I need to find him."

Archie shook his head, "You're probably still confused, the doctor said that could happen with the head injury. Just go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up, honey-"

You closed your eyes. What were you thinking? You had Archie, sweet, harmless Archie. Archie wouldn't put your life in danger, Archie wouldn't take you on adventures... Archie was bland but safe. You'd barely thought about Indy the last three years... But was that just a lie you told yourself to ease the guilt?

"(y/n)?"

You opened your eyes and forced a smile, "Sorry, you're right, just confused, Arch."

Relief flooded over Archie in that moment and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Your parents are in the hall, are you ready to see them?"

The rest of the day you spent recounting your story to your horrified parents and fiancé. You'd obviously missed out the parts where you killed people instead glossing over as you just happened to sneak by them all and you missed out the parts of yours and Indy's fight and him getting you drunk and your- your eyes widened. Your confession of love to Indiana Jones. Oh, fuck.

"I don't like that- that brute of a man but thank god he came to your rescue." Your mother grasped your hand, "Why on Earth were those men after you?"

"They weren't after me," you said quietly, "they were after Indy."

"Indy," Archie huffed under his breath.

"They knew that Indy and I had been together at some point so assumed I was still a weakness for him. Targeted me to get to him." You couldn't look any of them in the eye and instead focused on your chipped nail polish, "What, uh, what happened? Did he bring me here? I must've passed out, I don't remember..."

Archie swallowed and you knew that this was an uncomfortable situation for him to be in, "He got a hold of me through an operator. Told me briefly what had happened and told me he was bringing you here." You nodded and went to ask something else but Archie cut over you, "He was gone before any of us arrived here."

"Oh."

"Now that's enough of that," your mother said swiping at Archie and your father, "you boys go and get (y/n) something to eat and drink will you? Something filling and something sweet will do the trick." Archie went to refuse but your mother swatted him with her hand, "Go, go."

She was silent until the pair had left and the door clicked behind them, "You know I don't like the man, (y/n). You know when you were with him I was just terrified of this happening but-"

"You don't like Archie?"

She rolled her eyes, "Archie's fine. Him... Indiana."

You frowned.

"I was always so scared you'd end up getting hurt and yes, you did get hurt but even three years later, he comes to your rescue?" She sighed and dug around in her bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled up envelope with your name written on it, "He cares for you and I know that you still care for him. He left this for you. I promised Archie I wouldn't show you but..."

"Mom..." You took the letter, "I don't understand..."

She placed a hand on your cheek, "Whatever you decide, me and your dad will support you. You deserve true happiness; you don't deserve to just settle."

The door opened and you quickly tucked the letter under your pillow to welcome your dad and Arthur, "What've you two been chatting about?" Arthur said as he put a plate of food and snacks on your table.

"Oh, nothing," your mother said, giving you a secret smile, "Now, let's get you fed, hm?"

It was only hours later when your parents had left and Arthur had gone home to shower that you had the chance to read the letter. Your hands trembled with anticipation as you opened it before your eyes devoured every word.

Dear (y/n),

You're right, I am three years too late and this letter is definitely three years too late but... something you said yesterday made me think maybe I'm not too late. Maybe I've came back just in time.

I don't even know if you'll read this letter but on the off chance that you do, I wanted you to know how stupid I was to leave. I thought I was doing the right thing - the good thing - I thought I was keeping you safe but look at that... Three years later and nearly got you killed anyway.

My point is that seeing you again, being with you, seeing the life that you're about to have and realising that's the life I lost with you, it put things into perspective for me. I want to be with you. I know I'm not an easy man to love but you did a damn good job and I miss you. I'm sorry for screwing everything up and I wouldn't blame you if you hated me but what you said last night... please tell me I'm not too late. Please let me have another chance. I don't deserve one but god, (y/n), you're the only woman I've ever loved and I don't want to lose you again.

You can have your safe, simple life with him or you can come be happy with me and I promise you, sweetheart, I'll give you the world.

I leave to go on a trip to Egypt on Thursday. If I haven't seen you or heard from you by then, I'll know your answer and I'll never contact you again.

Eternally yours,

Indiana Jones

Tears dripped onto the paper as you read his letter over and over soaking in every word and then Archie walked back into the room carrying a bag of clothes and his face fell, "She gave you the letter..."

"I'm so sorry, Arch."

The next hour was spent with you both having the devastating conversation about it all. He was actually very understanding. He didn't blame you, didn't get angry. He was sad and he did ask you one time if you were absolutely sure and when you said you were sure, he didn't push anymore. He let you go. The pair of you spoke through logistics of it all. He would keep your shared flat, it had been his first after all. He would pack all of your things for them and leave them at your parents home as you were still injured so it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"When you tell your parents what happened-"

Archie laughed, "It's fine, I'll tell them that with your injuries you developed amnesia and you can't remember me at all so it was the kindest thing for me to do." You laughed with him, hands still intertwined.

"I really am sorry, Arch. I thought I was over him for good and I saw him and... it's not fair to be with you if I still have feelings for him."

Archie sighed, "I understand, it's alright. I forgive you, (y/n)." That hurt most of all. A part of you had wanted him to hate you but having him understand hurt the most. You were glad you were on amicable terms but it sucked either way.

You didn't sleep that night. You tossed and turned, mind abuzz with everything that had happened and when 6am came and the nurse walked into your room, the first thing you asked was, "Can I be discharged now?" The nurse, an older woman with beady eyes and a raised eyebrow, told you that you'd need the doctor to examine you one last time before you could go.

It took around an hour for the doctor to come and see you and you were so impatient. He gave you a pill bottle full of antibiotics and another full of pain meds and then, with a final check, you were sent on your way.

You didn't need crutches, you just had to walk a bit slower but you were fine, it wasn't the worst sprain in the world. Archie had brought you a bag of clothes so you changed into something comfortable and he'd even brought your purse so you had cash for a taxi cab to get you to Indy's.

You knew the route to his like the back of your hand. It had been your home once upon a time. Rubbing your sweaty palms against your trousers, you tried your hardest to control your racing heart and quickened breath in the back of the cab. You were terrified to start again but you wanted this to work, you believed this would work. It had been three years - three years of growth, three years of learning; three years of bettering yourselves. You would've been on your way to Barbados with your husband had fate not intervened and now here you were, on your way to your ex-boyfriend's house to potentially rekindle things. Scared wasn't the word.

When the taxi pulled up outside the apartment complex, you felt sick. A part of you felt like just telling the driver to take you back to the hospital but you knew that was the fear talking. You paid your debt and began your climb to Indy's apartment.

With every step, your mind whirred and spun. What if he didn't want this anymore? What if he didn't feel the same? What if he changed his mind? What if-

You stopped.

You were stood in front of the familiar brown door with Jones on a small metal plate by the knocker. Slowly, you took a long breath and exhaled before lifting your hand and knocking on the door, "It's now or never."

It was a moment later when the door swung open and there stood Indiana, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. You could hear the shower still running in the back, "Oh-"

"(y/n)?"

"I-I got your letter," you squeaked, cheeks heating up from trying to avoid staring at his wet, toned torso, "I... It's not too late."

Indy grabbed your bag from your hand and ushered you into his apartment. It was exactly the same as you remembered, a little more clutter but - you breathed in deeply - it smelled the same; coffee and parchment. You turned to him, breathless in his hallway, but you didn't have the chance to speak before he was kissing you hard on the mouth, bag discarded to the side. You melded into the shape of his lips. God, you missed him. Your hands snaked around him, gripping onto his muscles for dear life as he pushed you up against the wall.

All too soon, he was pulling away, "I missed you," he panted, forehead pressed to yours, "I fucking- Thank you for coming back... I-I... I won't fuck up again, (y/n). I'm in this one hundred percent, I'm yours."

You kissed him again but it didn't last long before he was tugging you away, "Where are we going?"

"I was in the middle of a shower... Care to join me?"

[yooils]

2:57 . kurona ranze x gn! reader. fluff drabble. slight character study

"you never call me by my name."

KURONA looks up from his place on your floor and catches your gaze, eyebrows raised as if he can't believe the implications behind your words. (you’re unbelievably pretty, he thinks; even with your hands tangled in his vermillion hair and exhausted eyes from watching five movies in a row.

sure, he thinks of you as much more than a best friend, but isn’t that relatively normal for a friendship that’s lasted through hell and back..?

really, kurona knows he can dodge the question with ease, especially when you’re both half delirious on energy drinks and cup noodles– an unfitting diet for an athlete such as himself– but for once in his life, he feels compelled to speak.

your fingers are still running through his hair as the ticking of time seems to slow before him.

for vaguely a third of his life, you’ve been a parasite by his side– one that's clung to him (or maybe it was the other way round) ever since he was six, face painted with an obvious dislike for interacting with people. it's never occurred to him that there would be a day where he would lose you– you were always naturally in the picture, in both his past and his future.

but now, he’s slowly losing you to the flow of time– or rather– of life.

(he knows that you can tell he’s nervous; fingers occasionally drumming against his thighs, swallowing the lump in his throat, and flickering eyes that never seem to land anywhere. heavens, even he’s able to discern the feeling he’s been experiencing as nervousness, and self-awareness is never a good sign.)

“…when i say their names, i always imagine what they think of me.”

and it sucks, because i’m head over heels for you.

”–and i don’t wanna think about how you see me, because you’re the only person i… like.”

–i’m half in love with you, but in the way that i want to marry you and live out our little fairy tale forever in a small town cottage even though i’m quite literally about to go to a football camp. so maybe it’s not half, maybe you’ve taken my entire heart and engraved your name all over it.

on the off chance that you actually recognise kurona's poorly-communicated feelings, he thinks, he’ll take anything.

even a rejection.

the cheshire smile on your face makes his heart skip a beat. he has no idea how his heart is still beating to this day. (that’s the grin he knows as the scary smile, he discerns; the grin you do when you know something people don’t.)

“say, 'rona, do you have a crush on me?”

your bluntness doesn’t come as a surprise to him. it’s one of your endearing traits, really.

the feeble ‘mm’ sound he makes is deliberately noncommittal as he averts his eyes away from you– although the rapid rush colour blossoming on his ears speak volumes more to you than he ever could.

if only you could also hear how fast his heart was beating.

you cup his cheeks delicately, unable to contain the smile that sprung into your lips when you finally realised what this actually meant. (that your childhood best friend– that you've been in love with since that one time he patched your wound up, mumbling worried words under his breath when you were twelve– actually likes you back. you're a bit skeptical, yes, but it's kurona ranze, and he would never hurt other people you intentionally.)

kurona scrunches his eyes close to avoid eye contact with you. you're giggling at how comical he looks, before all noise dies down again and you muster up the courage to bring yourself to speak again. "so if you knew how i felt about you too, would you be comfortable with saying my name..?"

"s'ppose, i suppose."

your eyes hurt from how much your smile has been crinkling them. or maybe seeing kurona lying on your lap is too much. he's a sight for sore eyes, really, but whenever he makes eye contact with you, you feel as if your heart's been pierced by cupid's arrow again and again; forcing you to accept your feelings rather than swallow them forever.

"kurona, i like you more than anyone in this world. even when you have a bad haircut. or leave me behind to go to a training camp to become a pro footballer. or when you try to–"

"stop, 's more than enough, enough." he intervenes, his hands covering his flushed face and burrowing either further into his blankets.

you look expectantly at him. he caves in.

"(name)..?" he squeaks out, voice cracking as he feels the unfamiliar texture of your pretty name in his mouth. (which is strange, because he's pretty sure he always wakes up with your name on his mouth.)

he's less self conscious than he had expected himself to be.

"ranze. 'rona. kurona ranze."

the way his name slips of your tongue is still his favourite, he thinks, blushing profusely at the sudden mantra of the names you've called him over the years.

ranze was a new one. he likes the sound of his first name on your tongue.

(if only he knew that years later, you would be the one to take his last name too.)

the next morning, he wakes up with you curled up next to him on the couch– abnormally peaceful. he prefers you when you're talking. and when he mouths your name under his breath, all he feels is a weird tingly sensation in his chest, akin to the feeling he gets when his favourite band's new song is out, or when something is unexpectedly pleasant to him.

because kurona, at 15, realises that his favourite word is your name.

7.18.23

[romanestuffsposts]

Steve’s and Buckies work is definitely not the safest. What if the reader and her daddies are home ( maybe upstairs sleeping or something) and someone breaks in? Everyone is safe.

Thanks love! I love your page! ❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Ohhh I love the idea thank you!

I hope you like how I turned it ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : angst

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : can't you all just have a nice and peace night of sleep ?

A/N : I didn't went into details about your Daddies hurting the two men who broke in their house, just so you know babes. I know it can shake up some people and it’s not my goals so I skip it. If you want more details you can ask them in the request and I’ll had the warnings who’s needed 💜

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You hate being waking up during a beautiful dream. It's always a place you enjoy and you feel safe, it's something you need when you had a stressed day or feeling sick. In your dreams, there's no sickness, there's no need to stress. It's just a wonderful garden with nothing but happiness and joy.

So when you hear a loud noise from downstairs waking you up you groan. You really needed that sleep tonight so now is clearly not the time.

Why your Daddies are still up ? You look at the clock but frown when you realise that you can't tell what time it is. You get up angrily at the fact that you can't read something as easy as hours. You shiver a little at the lost of your warm blanket and take small steps to your bedroom door

You open you door and peer through it, down the hallway. You hear a second noise and look at your left, toward the door of your Daddies's bedroom. It's close. Weird

You step out of your room and walk until you reach the top of the stairs. You look down the stairs, at the dark surrending you, you hate the dark when it's night time. It's scary and you don't feel comfortable when you're alone in the dark.

Your eyes widen and you gasp when a shadow walks infront of the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room. You take a step back, your eyes glued to the hole of dark in front of you. It wasn't one of your Daddies. You know them, and it's clearly wasn't one of the men of your life

When you see a second man walking beside the stairs, you run to your Daddies's bedroom. Usually you knock on their door because that’s what they asked you to do if one day you had to come in their room but of course if there’s an emergency they told you to immediately come in, no matter what

So that’s what you do, you open their bedroom door and close it behind you. You know you have to be quiet but because of the voice in your head who’s panicking, you don’t know if you make too much noise or not. You feel your heart beating in your whole body as you blink your eyes, trying to get used to the dark.

You let out a small whimper, scared to move away from the door because of the dark and afraid of resting close t the door because of the men in your house. You want to get far away from the stairs but you're too scared to move anyway.

"Baby ?" A tired voice speak from the bed in the middle of the bedroom. You see a shadow sitting on the bed, looking over at you, you let out another whimper and see your Daddy standing up from the bed.

You're quickly in his arms "what's wrong, little one ?" You don't have the time to explain what happened, or what you thought happened that another loud noise is heard from the kitchen. You see a new kind of expression on your Daddy's face as his attention is on the door now instead of you.

He curses under his breath and quickly turns around, rushing to the bed where he puts you in. Your Papa flinches awake and looks confuse around him "what the hell Buck ?" he snaps looking at you but his face changes from angry to confuse once again when he realizes you're besude him instead of Bucky "Sweetie ?"

You sniff and look at where your Daddy is running around the room "bucky what is happening ?" Steve says standing up and rushing to Bucky. he throws clothes at Steve and what they need in weapons from their safe closet "people break in" he quietly says so you won't hear.

Steve's eyes widen, he gazes you quickly before looking back at Bucky "are you sure ?"

"One hundred pourcent sure" he says before going to the door. Steve prevents him from opening the bedroom door "One of us has to stay with her. Bucky, you stay with her while I go downstairs" he says puling him away from the door. Bucky frowns "you think I'll let you go downstairs alone ?"

"Bucky look at her" Steve says softly "she's scared and she needs you to stay with her. protect her while I protect you both"

Bucky looks at you and his heart breaks when he sees the tears running down your face. From the panic, he didn't heard the sobs who leave your lips since you walked like a good girl in their room. He looks back at Steve "if I hear a weird noise, I'll come straight downstairs"

Steve chuckles and nods his head "I can handle that. I handled more than just two strangers" he winks before walking out of the bedroom.

Your Daddy rushes beside you and takes you in his arms, he hopes the comfort and safety of his arms are enough to calm you doing "it's okay, babygirl. I'm here with you. I won't go anywhere. Papa will be back soon" he reassures you "we're protecting you, always" he kisses your tears away as his thunb strokes the little part of skin above your nose, between your eyebrows

Steve walks down the stairs as quietly as he can and not gonna lie, he's pretty good at being quiet when he has to. He always succeed to surprise you when he's sneaking behind you to tickle you to death just to hear your laughters, he always succeed when he attacks a bad guy from behind to how quiet he is

So it's not a suprise when he's sneaking behind one of the two men who disturbed his sleep and who scared you without him noticing it.

Your Daddy swings you from side to side, humming a nice and calm song in your ears, dropping sweet and light kisses on your face each time a tear slide away from your eyes.

You flinch when the bedroom doors open but relieve is quickly taking over when your Papa walks inside the bedroom unharm. Bucky stands up and rushes to him, analyzing every parts of his skin "are you okay ? What happened ? Where are they ?" he asks not breathing once

"Bucky I'm fine. They're in the living room, attached on chair and they passed out. I called Fury and he's on his way. He should be there any minutes now" he says removings his clothes and putting away the weapons. He goes in the closet to hide them before coming back in the room.

He walks over you who's stil in bed, to scared to move and going in your Papa's arms. His hands cup your sweet face and a beautiful smile appears on his lips. He drops a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose "are you okay, sweetness ?"

You nod your head as you peer up at him "m oki. You oki ?" you ask whispering. He face soften and he nods "I'm perfectly fine, princess"

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Now that Fury is gone with the two men who scared you, your Daddies help you laying in their bed. They pull the cover above you before sliding in the bed with you.

They wrap their big arms around you and you snuggle closer to them.

This night wasn't an usual night for your family but just like they always promise you, your Daddies will protect you, always.

[dumplingsjinson]

Hey! I love your prompts! I haven't seen many prompts for a cold woman falling for the warm man prompts. If it's not too much, may I see one?

List of “the classic story of how the ice princess fell for the warm ray of sunshine dude” prompts

“Do you know just how annoying you are?” “Not annoying enough to have you ignore me, apparently.”

“You’re smiling because of me! Don’t deny it, it’s right there in plain view,” Character A says, cupping the side of Character B’s neck. “But you know, you should smile more often,” Character A adds, voice softening, drawing Character B closer. Character B’s heart picks up with speed, breath hitching on the inhale. “Because you’re even prettier than usual when you’re smiling.”

“Why are you so nice to me? Everyone else hates me, but then there’s you.” “That’s because they can’t be bothered getting to know the real you — but then if they knew the real you, then I’d have to share you with all these other people and I don’t think I’m too hot on that idea.” “…I just— you can’t just say things like that and maintain a straight face the whole time!” 

“That’s the first time you’ve ever complimented anyone.” “It’s not— it’s not a compliment. It’s me stating the mere truth.”

Character A does something Character B would usually find annoying, but for some reason, when Character A’s the one who does said thing, they find it more endearing than irritating. (That’s kind of when they realise something must be wrong with them.) 

“I can’t get your smile out of my head and it’s worrying me a lot.” 

“Admit it — you’re in love with me.” “You’re delusional.” “Love, you’re blushing.” 

Character A has always been Character B’s bane of existence, but in between the affectionate smiles and soft touches, Character B starts melting and isn’t quick enough to catch themselves from a very, very steep fall. 

“…Stop hugging me.” “Then don’t hug me back if you want me to stop hugging you.”

“It’s okay, I promise I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.” “Don’t say that, because I might actually end up falling.”

Character A being the only one who can elicit a heartfelt smile from Character B.

“I think I’ve come to care about you more than I want to admit.”

Character B’s complaining about Character A to their friend when they stop and question, “Why are you staring at me like that?” Then Character C answers, “Because you’re listing off every good trait about Character A, disguised as a rant. Sounds fishy if you ask me.” 

Character B being withdrawn and closed off at first, but Character A slowly but surely brings them out of their shell. Slowly, but surely, Character B starts taking a liking towards Character B, with the feelings going beyond your usual friendship, and upon realisation, they pull themselves away to avoid getting hurt; before they’re unable to catch themselves. “Why are you pulling away from me?” Character A confronts them one day, words tinged with a hurt Character B’s never heard from him before. “Because I think I’m starting to fall for you,” Character B whispers, “and it’s so scary, because I’ve never felt this way for someone before. And it’s also such a lonely feeling at the same time.” 

Character B finding it harder and harder to not think about Character A and their dorky grin and stupid face and warm, warm hugs. 

“I built up all of these fucking walls for a reason, and now you’re out here demolishing them and making me feel so vulnerable. I hate it.” 

“You’re one, icy case to break, aren’t you? But I’m going to try my damndest to completely melt those walls away.” 

Character A complimenting Character B and making them all flustered and everything — it’s not like they’ve never heard compliments directed at them before. They’ve had many people complimenting them before, but for some reason, Character A’s compliments mean so much more, and makes Character B feel an inexplicable amount of giddiness, which is so unlike them.

“It’s not that I don’t want to love. It’s that I don’t know how to.” “Then let me teach you, yeah? Promise I won’t do you wrong.” 

“I keep pushing you away yet you keep coming back. Why?” “Because you’re worth both the effort and the heartbreak, and I want you to remember that.” 

[gemsofgreece]

Can you explain your post about the fear? Is there fear that if ppl vote for a different party, the right wing party will hurt them? And what are the different options? Sorry for ignorance

It is honestly a little hard to explain because we… or I, at least, don’t know what to tell you for sure.

Would the government hurt people not voting for them? No. Not now. Not in the near future. I don’t believe this.

The problem is different and so shadowy and veiled that it ends up scary in a different way. The government very slyly and smoothly tries to make us not realise that we ought to vote someone else.

I don’t know how exactly to explain this but if you had asked this in 2019-2020, most people would have no idea what you are talking about, most people would think that things are mostly going well. Many people still do.

It was from foreign journalism that we found out Greece is dropping like crazy in freedom ratings and skyrocketing in corruption. It makes sense that we did not know because obviously the media are controlled, hence the collapsing freedom. We knew the first thing this government did when they were elected was to give enormous money to the press and the tv channels but it was after foreign media started picking at it that we had evidence of the consequences.

There are things that have happened in Greece all this time that have opened many eyes - destructive massive ARSONS, evidence the government was spying on ministers and members of the parliament, a justice system that proves to be less and less independent every day, a mysterious and ill-handled train tragedy that killed dozens of young people, a general environmental degradation committed to our face and against our will, a concentration of ministers’ relatives and besties in all positions of power, massive hirings of priests and policemen, a collapse of the quality of education (though this has been happening for years), a marginalisation of the citizens of the country for the sake of tourists and rich investors, apart from all the financial and employment issues that are standard trademark problems in Greece. And just if you explore Greek social media you will see that there are huge problems in the society. Immense toxicity. People REALLY have issues. The society is ailing.

However, any attempt at exposing, criticising, protesting, calling for action just falls flat. Ten years ago something would easily get people out in the streets. Nowadays the most frustration a person will ever express is through social media.

Such attempts from people are met with - not violence - but a debilitating scorn. They react to our concerns and accusations by waving them off as wrong, unfair or silly and they make fools of us to our face. This makes the people feel extremely powerless and numb. We are essentially paralysed and convinced of our impending doom. And then so many people do not go to vote - leaving those who are dripped in the government party’s colours to boost it to the aethers.

Some examples to draw a better picture:

The presence and the voice of non-governmental / opposition parties has been reduced in the media. Not that anyone is worth it to be honest but still. They are silenced.

Nobody has ever resigned for the yearly hundreds of massive fires or for the huge train accident or I think even for the spying exposé. In fact, PM just said after the gigantic fire that surrounded all of Athens yesterday that “every year we strive and we become better out of this”. This is an example of how much of a fool they make of us.

The media do not cover the bad things happening in the country. The fire that burnt Athens was in the news because it was inevitable, half the Greek population lives there. However, there are massive fires happening in other places of the country that are absolutely not covered. A fire has been destroying a virgin forested mountain in Serres for a month now, nonstop. Not in the news. Serifos island has been burnt to a crisp - I posted a photo of the now black island earlier in the summer. It was hardly in the news at all. You learn properly about this all through the internet and the little remaining independent press. But middle aged and older people (who are traditionally right wing) relying on tv or certain standard newspapers, they probably have no idea at all or a very skewed image of what is happening.

Committees coming from the EU to investigate on freedom and transparency concerns - the government members have repeatedly not met them lol. Like, they literally do not show up in the meetings. The reports produced by the EU are very alarming and nobody bats an eye. They probably don’t even read them.

A journalist was assassinated a couple of years ago because it became known he was about to reveal something groundbreaking. Private conversations of his with government members were found in his phone. These were supposed to be disclosed in the trial for his murder that happened a few days ago. During the trial, the prosecutor herself announced that these conversations were “accidentally” destroyed because they were saved ONLY in a single CD-ROM (in 2024!!!) that was ACCIDENTALLY broken with a stapler (in 2024!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Justice and government together, they consider us utter clowns and they are not exactly wrong to be fair. Oh, and the suspects were released because “there wasn’t enough evidence”. Of course.

One main member of the examining committee for the train tragedy in Tempi was upgraded to the highest court of the country. Needless to say, nothing about the shady parts of this accident has been reported or disclosed.

Owners of the largest sports federations have been buying the press, tv channels, the telecommunications and god knows what else.

We are facing a huge problem with the installation of countless wind parks across the country, even in environmentally protected areas and large mountains, which is unheard of in other European countries. In fact, a lot of the fires are suspected to be associated to this. (Not all though, people sometimes exaggerate about this.) The head of Greece’s wind energy company just so happens to be PM’s cousin.

These are a few examples. I hope you get the picture. It’s not like something is happening directly to people but all these things make us feel powerless, paralysed and afraid of the future. Many are still convinced things are going great. Or want to be convinced, I don’t know.

Even I am not comfortable writing this now.

PS. There are no options if we are being realists. All politicians in the country are either corrupted or utterly useless and usually they are both. We really are doomed.

[assortedvillainvault]

If you don’t mind can I request a headcannon of pitch black dating a human reader would be like

Oh absolutely, I love this dramatic bastard so much it's unnreal.

Pitch Black x Human Reader Headcannons

Pitch is... testy.

Not on a concious level, but it's a twofold reason for this relationship to not be the smoothest, at least at first.

On a personal level - he's not been vulnerable, genuine or just alone without the intention of frightening someone for literal centuries. It's hard for him to put down his paranoia, his mind games, his need to remain untouchable and one step ahead.

As such - snarky bastard. He loves to play little games: sing- songing that he knows something you don't, putting things onto high shelves just for fun and liking to startle you by appearing silently and waiting for you to notice him.

It's fun, but it can lead to you feeling like you're on uneven ground, and you will need to push him to recognise the effect he's having on your relationship. Doing this without convincing him that you're sick of him already will be hard, as this entire approach is indicative of his own fear of rejection and failure.

The second reason, and one that took you some deep talks with the other guardians to realise, is that Pitch literally embodies an archetype in fiction, most commonly shown as an antagonist, but at it's core is The Challenge.

Pitch, for literally thousands of years, has been The Challenge to anyone who encounters him. The threat to be recognised, heeded and conquered. He's the third act, the test for every hero, the insurmountable odds meant to test your mettle and prove yourself.

Pitch's whole being is teaching and testing people to grow. And growing is painful, and scary, and necessary for change.

Whether he realises it or not, Pitch is pushing you to be better by acting out so you will Call Him On His Bullshit. He pushes your boundaries and smiles when you plant your feet and set them harder. He teases you for staying in your comfort zone so you'll defy him and try something new to prove him wrong. He wants to see you grow more than he wants to see you wither, which is rare for Pitch.

On the flip side, you literally have the monster on your side. The darkness and everything that resides in it is now your friend. You can walk in the darkness confident that you won't be hurt, because the master of those shadows has his eye on you and his scythe at the ready.

Aside from all that, you've noticed Pitch's role has left him critically fumbling in one aspect of your relationship.

He has no idea how to respond to physical affection. Like. None. He craves it so badly he doesn't even know what to do once he has it aside from cling.

So now it's your turn to make a game of it! Touch him as much as possible. Hug him, hold his hand, pull his gangly ass down onto the sofa and ruin his hair. His protests will barely make it out before he's melting into a goey pile of shadows and sand.

You can bribe the nightmares with sugar and cookies. They will also eat creepy crawlies from inside your house, which is nice.

Pitch will sometimes convince them to release said creepy crawlies into your shower. Your soap throwing skills are now legendary.

[imagineanime2022]

S/O With Ghost Rider Powers

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead X Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: Even better idea? What if Aizawa, Hawks, Shigaraki and Dabi had a S/O who’s quirk is ‘Ghost Rider’ like from the movie ghost Rider that would be epic?😅

Warning: - Injuries to Reader

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

🐛 The first time that Aizawa met you, you were in school, he’d gotten to know you as a person before seeing you with your quirk was active. 🐛 You quickly moved to the top of the class and became someone that everyone was watching, that being said you were still scary to a lot of the kids and took to working the night shift where your skills were more useful. 🐛 Villains learned to fear the skill that came with your flashy display and Aizawa became the only hero that seemed to be able to keep up with you whether you travelled by your chain or your motorcycle. 🐛 You and Aizawa grew closer to each other and you finally got to know the man that hid behind the stoic face.

Aizawa had asked you to help him with a practical lesson that he had gotten together for the new first years, he wanted to see where they all were and having you as a constant bar seemed like a good idea, he had a plan to split them into group putting them in terrain that best suited them and see how far they could get in a fight with you however you didn’t even get 1 fight in before everything went sideways.

The villains had broken into the USJ where the exercise was supposed to take place, you were already in the leather get up that you usually wore when you were out for work “normal plan?” You asked. “You think you can handle that many of them?” He asked. “You can’t?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, the kids watched as you ran down the stairs leading to the field that the villains occupied. Your hand hovered over the chain that linked round your neck as it expanded turning into what was your normal weapon immediately taking out the few villains closest to you when you realised that Aizawa had cancelled their quirks, this continued for a few minutes with you taking out people’s legs or using the chain to pull them close enough for you to knock them out, however it seems that the leader of the group was sick of watching everyone, he was faster than you expected and made his way to you within seconds. “You and Eraser are pretty cool but you're getting in the way.” He reached out grabbing your arm at the wrist, you let out a scream at the pain that travelled through it but when you looked down you could see that the part of the coat that had rested there was missing but your healing meant that whatever he had done was no longer visible on your wrist. “That hurt like a bitch.” You glared at him as you kicked him away, however the hit that connected with your side next was more powerful than anything else you had been in contact with, the wind was knocked out of you as you hit the floor but your eyes connected with the monster that had been standing next to the leader. “Ghost!” Aizawa called. “I’m fine, focus!” You ordered, lucky for both of you it wasn’t much longer before All Might showed up to help with the fight, that made things easier and they were finally forced out when the rest of the faculty came to help.

“You okay?” Aizawa asked as he walked over to you once he made sure that all the kids were okay. “Me? Yeah I’m fine.” You answered, he lifted the wrist that the leader now knew by the name of Shigaraki had grabbed. “He touched your wrist, were you able to heal it?” He asked. “Yeah, his quirk causes things to decay. It seems that my quirk worked against his, I still felt the pain but the wound is gone.” You explained. “I’ve never been happier for your healing.” He breathed out and you smiled. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You winked before Hizashi came over as loud as ever to make sure that you were both okay.

Keigo Takami/Hawks

🪶 When Hawks first met you, you were in your hero gear, so he didn’t think much of you really, you were another hero with a fire quirk, that is until you were called to a meeting with him over a joint project. 🪶 Hawks worried about working with you at first because of his weakness to fire but quickly learned that your control over your flames meant that he was in no danger at all. 🪶 He was absolutely fascinated by the chain you used as a weapon, he could get over the fact that he doubled as a belt when it wasn’t in use and always begged you to teach him how to use it. 🪶 His favourite thing about your quirk was your bike though, he didn’t realise that you were able to extend your quirk to other objects that you owned and the first time that you showed him near lost his mind and now he’s always racing you.

You stretched your arms over your head after finishing the 3rd catch of your shift, you leaned forward on the handle bars “you think you can take a break?” Keigo’s voice sounded as he landed in front of you. “Break?” You asked “I don’t know about you but I started about an hour ago, there’s no need for a break.” “3 guys in 1 hour?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and you shrugged. “Some of us take our patrolling seriously.” You teased and he looked at you and twisted his head in challenge. “Is that so?” He asked. “How about a little competition then?” “Competition, that doesn’t seem very serious.” You said sitting up. “No this is super serious, if you win you’ll be No. 2 hero.” He informed you. “I’m not sure that’s how this works, Hawks.” You reminded him and he shrugged. “You’ll be No.2 hero to me, Ghost.” He teased as he stepped closer. “You're not going to leave until we get this started are you?” You asked. “You know me so well.” His eyes were playful behind the visor and you rolled your eyes. “Name your terms.” You ordered.

You dragged yet another petty criminal into the agreed precinct, you pushed him towards the officer at the desk “what’s this one in for?” She asked. “Attempted robbery.” You answered and she nodded. “He’s on 15, you know.” She informed you and you looked at her. “I’ve still got time to catch up to him, I’m on 14 right? I’ve got an hour before the end of my shift.” You asked. “Do it for the girls,” She winked, at this point she had been dragged into a few of your bets that she had become subject to ust as much teasing from your boyfriend as you had and therefore wanted you to win with all of her heart. “Is our referee being biassed?” Keigo’s voice sounded from behind you as he dragged in three new guys. “You did that to show off, didn't you.” You narrowed your eyes. “What? They were just together… That's all.” He winked as he leaned against the desk. “I hate you.” You mumbled, flaming hair flaring slightly as you realised that you weren’t going to win. “No you don’t.” He denied his wings broadening to cover the both of you as he leaned in “you wouldn’t be dating me if you did.” “You're getting very close to your one weakness.” You smirked. “Are you talking about you or the fire?” He asked softly. “You don’t seem to be worried about either of them.” You grumbled stepping away from him. “Trust you.” He shrugged and for a second you were ready to retract the sentence, “Now you’ve got 30 minutes to make up 4 people, good luck.” “You were stalling me.” You narrowed your eyes at the realisation and he winked before disappearing out the door and that was when you decided that your previous statement was true you hated your boyfriend.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Shigaraki met you when you kicked your target straight through the door of the bar walking in yourself, placing the money on the bar to pay for the damages before picking up the target and pulling him out. ✋ One For All ended up hiring you as the personal assassin for Shigaraki and later the League Of Villains. ✋ Shigaraki considered you a close and trusted friend since you never left him and you didn’t even flinch when he threatened you, an argument led to you both finding out the healing that your quirk provided made you immune to his quirk. ✋ You and Shigaraki became a feared couple after your first attack at the USJ, your appearance made you scary enough but dedication with which you protected Shigaraki and he, you became something that people strived for and feared all at the same time.

Shigaraki was easily the hardest person to get to know, people who met him were scared of or disgusted by him, that is until he met you, you didn’t flinch away from him or pretend that you liked him in fear of your life, you argued when you thought that he was wrong, you fought him when he challenged you and you encouraged him when you knew that he needed it.

Shigaraki valued the times that you spent alone because that was how you started, it was just the two of you, it seemed that everything had gotten so crowded now that it was rare that you managed to get any time together without someone interrupting. You were both sitting at the bar, you were leaning against Shigaraki’s shoulder as you watched him play the newest game as he mumbled about whatever he was trying to do. “Hey lovebirds, it’s time for us to go,” Dabi said as he looked down his nose at the two of you. “She’ll be there in a minute.” Shigaraki muttered his hand gripping your thigh where it rested. “She better be.” Dabi grumbled as he walked back over to Toga who seemed to be waiting for you all, you leaned over pressing a kiss to his cheek as you attempted to stand but Shigaraki wrapped his hand around your wrist. “You leave them to come back.” He said as he looked at you. “I promise that a bunch of teenagers are not going to stop me from coming back here alright.” You winked. “If all else fails I have a motorcycle to get back here.” “Use it.” He ordered and you nodded. “Of course.” You promised and he finally let you go.

Most of you managed to get back unharmed and with the kid that you were told to collect, you were in charge of chaining up the prisoner for whatever reason and of course he had no intention of making it easy, his hand came up an explosion going off in your face and honestly if you had been anyone else you would likely be dead but despite the fact that the force of the explosion had removed muscle and skin from the side of the your skull you were still reaching for the syringe in your pocket “your lucky that the boss man wants you alive, or I’d be testing how fire resistant your quirk actually makes you Bomber boy.” You said as he succumbed to the drug that you had injected. “(Y/N) come here.” Shigaraki gestured for you to come over. “What’s up?” You asked, your face finishing its healing process. “Stay away from him from now on.” He ordered and you looked at him and shrugged. “If that’s what you want.” You sighed leaning back against the bar, his fingers reached out taking your chin in his hand and twisting your face to look at your newly healed skin before nodding to himself, you just smiled and settled on the stool behind you as he ordered Twice to finish the job that he had given you.

Dabi

🔥 It was obvious the type of relationship that Dabi had with fire, you met him when he was a teenager, you were both alone on the street and decided to make a name for yourselves together, you were lucky because had Dabi been any older he wouldn’t have accepted the order. 🔥 You were the only person that he let get even a little close to him, he never seemed to be afraid of your flames, so when you were fighting together, he’d often grab that chain that you used to move you out of the way of something. 🔥 Dabi was never far from you and he never liked being split from you on missions, you didn’t really like being too far away from him either, he could be reckless at times. 🔥 You could often be found sitting close to him as you talked about things in the presence of others, he could be the voice for the both of you if you needed, he noticed that you had a habit of letting the flames dance around your fingers when you were nervous.

You were sitting in the bar, in one of the booths, your flames dancing through your fingers as you, you looked up as a shadow cast over you before a drink was pushed towards you, you wrap your hand around the cup pulling it closer as Dabi slid in next to you looping his arm around the back of the chair and behind you. “What are you doing over here?” He asked as he leaned back. “Just watching.” You answered as you looked over the group that you had just joined. “Try not to worry so much, you could wipe the floor with most of these idiots.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You really think that he’s doing this because of Stain?” You asked “that he even followed him?” “No, not really.” Dabi answered. “But we’re not here for that anyway, if he’s going to get me closer to No.2 then we’ll stay here as long as we need.” “I guess that’s true.” You nodded, letting the small flame move through your fingers of its own accord. “You need to stop worrying.” He pulled you closer as he looked around catching the eyes of Shigaraki across the bar and Toga who started skipping towards you, Dabi reached out linking your hands together and moving them under the table, silently thankful that you didn’t pull away from him and his scars. “I’m not worried, I trust you.” You explained. “What are you two whispering about?” Toga asked as she leaned over the back of the chair on the other side to you. Dabi rolled his eyes as he looked away from her while you smiled. “Nothing.” You answered. “Just wondered how many of these guys are going to come back after this mission.” “You think some won’t?” She asked. “Will you go away?” Dabi glared at her as he pulled your attention back to him “we need to make a plan for how we’re going to keep the teachers busy.” “Your chains would be perfect for keeping Eraserhead occupied.” Shigaraki said. He was the only one that had fought the night shift hero before so you trusted what he was saying. “No.” Dabi muttered, “I’ll keep him busy.” “I mean you can both do it.” Twice said as you looked at him and twisted your head to the side. “Huh?” You asked. “I just need you measurements and I can make a copy of you that can keep the teachers busy while we look for the kid.” Twice explained “not that it’s any of your business.” “How does that sound?” You asked. “Fine.” Dabi nodded “don’t get too touchy.” He helped you climb over him to get to Twice and he watched the whole time until you were back with him.

Spinner 

🦎 You and Spinner connected because you were both told that you were too scary to be heroes, you had each other's backs from the day that you met and that continued for the rest of your life.

🦎 Spinner was unbelievably protective of you, he watched people around you and because your quirk was one that you could hide you ran into less trouble than he did but he was always there much like you were for him.

🦎 Loves that you run warmer than most because he’s cold blooded, he uses you like a space heater and you love it.

🦎 You were the one that saved him or caused a distraction so that he could get away, you were the one with the bike after all, you met up with him once you shook off the heroes every time and he never doubted you.

You had all headed into Deika City after deciding to kill two birds with one stone, you needed to make sure that the fight lasted long enough for Gigantomachia to get there twisting your neck to the side you activated your quirk the chain that had been wrapped around your arm under your leather jacket falling to the floor the end staying wrapped around your wrist as you looked at the man in front of you before using your finger to signal for him to come at you. “Are you going to fight me or just keep looking at me like that?” You asked.

“I’ll kill you.” He growled out and you smirked as you twisted your head.

“We’ll see about that.” You smirked as you dove forward ducking under his attack wrapping the chain around his leg pulling him down pressing your foot to his chest keeping him there, “you really should have be a little more cautious.” 

“So should you.” He smirked but as his partner came out of hiding to hit you, you easily stopped the blow only second later did Shuichi come out of nowhere to slash him straight across the back, he fell to the ground.

“Thank you Shu.” You smiled “would you mind?” Your eyes travelled to the man you were holding down.

“Gladly.” He stabbed straight through his neck and you leaned forward pressing a kiss to his cheek taking one of the dagger out of his many holsters, coating it in fire before throwing it at the man that was getting ready to attack you both.

“Make sure that you come back to me.” You ordered as he jumped up onto the building in search of Shigaraki.

“Always.” He promised and you nodded as he disappeared and you continued fighting.

After the fighting was finally done and that announcement was made that Shigaraki would be the leader of the new group The Paranormal Liberation Front you finally had some down time, you and Spinner and been separated during the time that you were supposed to be helping keep Machia busy, you were on opposite teams. So now as you all sat in the new room everyone healed back almost back to normal, you were lounging across the sofa with Shuichi curled up with you, your body slightly heated for him. “We’ve never really been apart that long before have we?” You asked running your hands through his purple hair and he grunted.

“A month is a long time.” Shuichi mumbled and you hummed.

“You guys haven’t been apart for a month..?” Compress asked and you looked at him and shook your head.

“We stuck together from the day that we met.” You explained.

“Well that explains a lot.” He shrugged.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“Well you work so well together and I know you are both in a relationship but sometimes you almost seem like the same person.” He explained. Spinner turned his face to look at Compress for a second but in the end he didn’t actually say anything and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s good at reading me, always has been.” You shrugged with one shoulder, careful not to jostle Shuichi too much. “Don’t know what I would have done without him.” 

“Aww that’s so cute!” Twice said and you smiled rolling your eyes.

“Enough of that, mind your own business.” You mumbled turning yourself away from them and shielding the both of you for a moment away from all of them.

Request Here!!

[jgjmk4-2]

Hello! How about tackling the idea of Kenshin, Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Motonari + the warlord of your choosing, reacting to MC saving herself from the kidnapping attempt. Like she got kidnapped and she managed to save herself and met the warlords on the way back to the castle/manor.

Ooh, I'm sorry, I stopped playing ikesen around the time Motonari came out so I don't know much about him. I do know the rest though!

Kenshin:

Absolutely LIVID when he sees you, branches sticking out wildly in your hair and a smudge of dirt on your nose wandering about in the cold, dark forest.

Lots of nagging about how you should've stayed put, that he would've found you no matter what, that you could've gotten seriously hurt if your escape attempt had failed. But the nagging stops when you collapse in his arms and give him a big, tired smile, "it's Kenshin!!"

A flood of anger and disappointment fills him, he should've made sure you were better protected. His possessive nature seeps back just a little - Maybe he should've kept you locked up...

Kenshin is by your side until you recover. He doesn't leave for a second, feeds you, and holds you tight at night so no one can take you away again.

Hideyoshi:

He turned the whole castle up and down looking for you. Barking orders and snapping at people for breathing.

Probably went through 3 tobacco sticks. When he's heading home to his manor, he thinks he's dreaming that you're in front of him. When he realises the girl slumping her way home is real, he bolts forward, tackling you in a back hug.

"Ehehe, sorry for scaring you Hideyoshi..." you hug him back with tears in your eyes. it was kinda scary and you're so lucky you got away before your kidnappers could take you anywhere.

Hideyoshi's face is in a deep frown. He scoops you up and carries you home, runs a nice warm bath, brews a warm cup of tea and holds you warmly as you drift off to sleep. He makes sure you know you're safe now and that he's got you, so that not even a nightmare will touch you.

Mitsuhide:

Somehow knew before hand that someone was going to try to kidnap you. Fine, they want to play? Let's play.

Sets an elaborate ambush to round up your to-be kidnappers. He himself is laying low, ready to teach them a lesson for their foolishness.

Cue his surprise when you knee one man in the balls and elbow another one in the chin. The third one raises his rusty machete but Mitsuhide is quicker. Though the elusive warlord would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of his delicate mouse.

Mitsuhide quickly takes you home to distract you from what could've become a terrifying experience for you. The 3 men lying on the ground are taken home too... to the cold, dark dungeons of Azuchi castle where they won't be seeing sunlight ever again....

Ieyasu:

"Where were you?!" "Do you realise how worried I was?" "I was looking every where for you!" "You promised to have lunch with me!!" The truth just spills out of Ieyasu's mouth as all the tension in his body flows out with his words.

"...What are those rope burns around your wrists?" The nagging pauses as he realises the red marks. When you tell him the cause there's a rush of anger within him.

He drags you away, to his room and silently pulls out his disinfectants, oitments and bandages. Without another word he tends to your wounds gently.

He acts unaffected by the attempted kidnap, but you can tell he doesn't leave your side for very long for the next few months.

Masamune:

Masamune's away for a day at another province when the kidnapping attempt happens.

He can't believe it when he comes home to hear the commotion that's gone on in his castle - blood on the floor, vases broken, his servants are panicking and his aide is missing and in pursuit of some idiot who tried to threaten your life.

When he hears about how you and Shogetsu tag teamed the kidnapper, he's laughing and wheezing on the ground. Not you biting the kidnapper's arm whilst Shogetsu chomps on the guy's leg!

No wonder there's so much blood in the room. Masamune is proud of his two fierce tigresses - go girls, go! (lol soz I can't remember if Shogetsu was a male or female XD, sorry if Shogetsu's a male)

[davenweenie]

This is very self indulgent to make me feel better about my TS

I present to you:

Chase Davenport with Tourette’s

Chase started developing tics when he was 6. It started with shrugging, which was passed off as another odd behaviour bc Davenport is an oblivious dick.

His tics were only realised when they became more distracting to him and his siblings. Aka when he started to head jerk and exclaim randomly.

He diagnosed himself with Tourette’s because he’s just that smart. I have to give credit to Aster ( @firelitsparks ) for coming up with the ‘Chase diagnosing himself with things’ idea because it’s genius.

Adam has difficulty knowing when something is a tic and when it isn’t. Chase’s tics calling Adam names and then Adam being mean back because he thinks Chase is being mean on purpose is a prime example.

Trent and his cronies were so horrible to Chase about his tics that they sent him into a tic attack on his second week of school.

Trent calls him ‘parrot’ while bullying him because of Chase’s echolalia (repeating things that he has heard) and Chase hates it so much.

Adam has absolutely punched the shit out of Trent or anyone else that bullies Chase about his tics

Bree can make her body vibrate because of her superspeed which they’ve all figured out can help calm Chase’s tics down. So on a bad tic day Bree will let Chase lean against her and start to make her body vibrate. They’re not sure why it works but it does so they do it.

Leo built Chase a pair of noise cancelling headphones that were bionic hearing proof to help Chase out not only with his sensory issues but with his tics as well.

Adam has used himself as a weighted blanket before when Chase had a tic attack that lasted about 12 hours (no joke this happened to me and I ended up in hospital and had to be sedated, it’s scary shit)

On that note, Chase has had to be sedated because of his tics before. Adam and Bree were really scared because Chase was only 10 at the time and he had started to really badly hurt himself during a tic attack.

Tasha is so gentle with him on a bad tic day. She’ll make food that’s easy to eat for him and gets him water in a bottle that can’t be spilt.

She’ll push his hair out of his face and comfort him if he’s getting overwhelmed (I love Tasha 🫶)

Davenport used to blame Chase’s Tourette’s on his bionics and always called them glitches because he didn’t want to accept the fact that his ‘son’ is disabled. (I use the word son loosely because I don’t think Davenport ever really saw them as his kids, if he did they wouldn’t have been treated the way they were)

Douglas never mentioned Chase’s tics, not even when he started living in the Davenport-Dooley household because he didn’t need to. He knew what they were caused by and why they happened, the best thing to do was just ignore them or laugh with Chase if he had a particularly funny one.

Tesla and Einstein (Chase’s cats. Einstein belongs to Aster and Tesla was my cat hc that was inspired by Einstein) have a very deep understanding of Chase, including his tics. They will both cuddle up with him when they notice he’s struggling which will almost immediately help calm Chase’s tics down.

Kaz has never made a big deal of Chase’s tics and he makes him feel so comfortable. Chase almost cried the first time he’d had a tic attack around Kaz because he had been so good and knew exactly how to respond to it. Kaz explained that one of his siblings (holy shit why does he have 11) has anxiety tics so he’s grown up around people with tics.

Chase has a tic that makes him lean back really far, quite often resulting in him falling. People try to catch him all the time and most of the time succeed. Cooking in the kitchen? Someone has just had to catch Chase. Happen to be brushing your teeth at the same time as him? You’re gonna end up having to catch him. It’s turned into a bit of a game in the EF penthouse to see who can react the fastest to Chase nearly falling. Skylar and Bree are both in the lead. Chase loves them all dearly.

Because of a blocking tic (tonic or dystonic tics that interrupt motor/physical activity) Chase once got stuck hugging Adam. His tics had made him wrap his arms around Adam and then he got stuck there. He was so embarrassed because him and Adam never really hugged, they usually wrestled and beat each other up to show affection so it was a strange experience to be stuck hugging like that. Adam did try to pry Chase’s arms off him but there was no way around it without hurting Chase so they just sat there for a good half an hour before Chase’s arms loosened up.

I have a ton more of these if you want more. I might just do more anyway because it’s making me feel better about my tics. I’m in a bit of a flare up so I’m struggling a bit. I’ll be okay tho