#{but in a small way he kindof did?}

[thenexusofsouls]

What is your final act as a villain?

NUADA: you succeeded with your plan, and you can see it playing out as you succumb to your injuries

glorious, glorious, you think. you don't feel the pain anymore, you just see the blood seeping through your fingertips. you are a martyr for your cause, you think. you have won, you think. the world around you bows to your glory, and you cry. and you die.

RAIDEN: you were killed by the hero, and they regret it

it was raining, and maybe they couldn't see properly. everything was mixed together like mud and clay, and they just kept digging digging digging. they didn't mean to go this far! they thought they could change your mind! and now you're lying on the cold, wet ground, your blood mixing with the rain, and your hero holds onto your face and screams at you to get up.

CARL: the hero refuses to kill you

you keeping screaming at them to kill you, but your hero just stands there weeping like some kind of fool. you grab onto their collar and scream, and you're probably spitting on them. how many times do you have to shake them for the sense to come flooding back? you both were so close to finally ending this a few minutes ago! now they're just crying and shaking their head and trying to hold your wrists. you're powerless! this is their chance! you collapse to your knees and sob.

CHANNE: you succeeded with your plan... right?

you stand atop the peak, and you look down at the wreckage. it was righteous wreckage, you think. it was necessary. now, you can begin to rebuild; a new world that will be better than the last. you don't care that your hero's body lays at your feet-- dead and useless. you don't care that they were technically doing the same thing as you: trying to make what they thought was a better world. it doesn't matter that, really, it was pure chance that it was you who came out on top. it doesn't matter. it doesn't.

FREYA: the hero decides to join you

you blink, but they're still standing there. they're still awaiting your answer. 'can they work with you'-- what kind of question is that? can they throw away their whole life? can they corrupt their morality? maybe this is a trap. maybe they're going to betray you the moment you take their hand... maybe you don't care. maybe you'll take your chances.

tagged by: @illbringthechaosmagic​ tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! ^_^

[daincrediblegg]

I suffered this day so that you don't have to dear mutual. jesus christ

I really REALLY don't want to but the time has come to rewatch the last duel (2021)

[sendsexycopsasap]

Resentment list 4th step

1.being born into an awful divorce, this traumatized me and ruined my self-esteem. This covers so much I'm not sure how I'll get to 20?

2.my shy, timid nature. It would kill me to hurt a fly I'm quite the softie.

3.self-harm. I began cutting myself extensively around 18-19, this really cemented the self-hatred that stalks me all the time.

4.my female friends as a kid knowing I was gay before I did. My dick really controls me sometimes I just wanna get rid of it.

5.Being brought to a psychiatrist at 14(wow this is a big one) and going along with whatever he said because I didn't know better(how could I?). He put me on over a dozen different anti-depressants by the time I turned 15.

6. Poverty and injustice I see all around me, it sucks how unfair this world can be.

7.My father being an alcoholic, although he would never admit this. He used to get drunk and "wrestle" me really aggressively as a kid( like age 9)

8.getting creepily diddled by my family doctor, she said she was "checking me for lumps" but she had this creepy grin on her face and it lasted for at least 20 seconds.

9. My mother refusing any contact with me for the past 6 years. This has been the saddest part of my life, she raised me on her own and I feel so lost without her I cannot bear. I love her more than anything, she's my everything.

10. Crystal meth. You sank your hooks into me and ripped away my kindness, humanity and soul. I will never forgive you.

11.The deep sadness I've felt my entire life. This kindof relates to the first two, but just for context, this is the hole that meth filled. This was caused by an acute lack, of love and kindness/ my upbringing.

12. The demons that Crystal meth brought out of me. I will get more into this as it's really a few things. First of all it made me violent, my first time coming down I punched this small, make nurse as hard as I could. this isn't me, this isn't what my mother raised me to to.

13. This is my blog and there's just no way around this, my dad is kindof a pedophile, or "hebophile" more accurately, I've seen him thirsting over teenage girls. My mother, acutely aware of this did her best to shelter me from him and keep me safe. I always thought my mother's love was enough, I believed it would protect me.

14. When my mother left me at 19, I pretty much immediately began masturbating to the thought of girls a few years younger than me as a coping mechanism. I'll never forgive myself for this, when she left it felt like the good part of me left too.

15. The strange omerta surrounding these, uh, "issues" that make it impossible to actually help anyone and pretty much guarantee someone could get hurt, even though it's 2024, I geuss it's because it only really happens in men and we're in a tough place as a society(COVID)

16. As you may have geussed by now, Crystal meth brought out full blown pedophillc thoughts in me. It was the only thing that made me not suicidal for the first time in years, but yeah after a few months of daily use. I just full on wanted to fuck a child I can't really explain it, I don't act on these thoughts I'd rather jump off a bridge.

17. In conclusion, you may say "LOL UR A P3D0 KYS", and to that I say, alright. I've survived 3 or 4 suicide attempts so don't think you can break me so easily. I'm not here to advocate for pedophiles, but I'm a person, an inconveniently queer one so make of that what you will!

P.S. I'm in therapy and have been sober from meth so since August, I'm doing my best to man-up and solve my issues but if that's not good enough for you, you know what I know exactly how you feel a lot of things aren't good enough for me, including your society.

[gayandtransgendersonic]

Erm kindof continuation of this

In a tree behind the towering wall that separated the outer fields from the garden sits Silver, the soft glow of his telekinesis being the only thing giving his position away. His eyes were blown wide, in his world Sonic wasn’t close with Shadow at all. Hell, with how Sonic was clinging to him Shadow would’ve thrown him into the dirt long ago, forget how Shadow kissed Sonic back. Silver’s cheeks were flushed dark red and he nearly fell out of the tree he was perched in, telekinesis holding his weight off of the narrow branches. He almost wished Blaze was there to snap him back into reality, to pull him out of his jealous and flustered thoughts that swarmed his mind. He knew that this Shadow was not his Shadow, he knew that there would be another one of him in this world as well, but the jealousy gnawed at him nonetheless.

The lovebird hedgehogs left, laughing quietly and exchanging soft kisses as they returned to the castle. Silver knew he had missed his chance, just like the last time he was sent out to destroy the hedgehog. Though this time was under better circumstances, he berated himself for still failing to take the chance after all these years.

His wrist beeped, and Amy’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Silver, this is Amy. How are you?” She whispered. “I lost them, Sonic and Shadow… They…” Silver blushed. “They were doing it, I couldn’t interrupt them.” Silver bit his lip as Amy giggled on the other end. “Or maybe you just wanted to watch, don’t be shy Silver. Oh, but do hurry, I warned their Amy and Blaze, but I hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to anyone else much.”

Silver gave a hum of approval and dropped from the tree silently, turning his communicator off and sprinting behind the castle to where Amy’s location was. A library tower on the far northern end of the castle, it’s pointed tip working as a waypoint as Silver slid under the bushes past the guards, using small bits of telekinesis to cramp the guards necks so that they could not turn their bodies to look at the flash of pale that was Silver running behind them. An opened window with a pink arm hanging out of it caught his attention, and with a leap Silver floated up to the window, smiling at the peacefully sleeping princess Amy resting her head on Amy’s lap. “Shh, the princess is sleeping.” Amy winked and held a finger to her mouth as Silver hovered through the window and landed on the wooden floor. The smell of books and old leather hit Silver and he felt tired the moment he took a breath. The perfume princess Amy wore tickled Silver's nose as well, and he smiled. “She’s just like you.” He said. The perfume had the same scent that Amy wore most days. Soft, flowery, with a hint of vanilla. Silver borrowed it one night he and Shadow went on their first date.

Silver let out a deep sigh, he could not let his feelings get in the way of their mission. No matter how bizarre it was to see his lover so close with one of his best friends. “Wait…” Silver perked his ears up to look at Amy who was busy stroking princess Amy’s quills. She looked at him confused at Silver’s wide eyes. If Sonic and Shadow were together, Amy would most likely feel the same way. At home, she and Sonic were happily dating, but in this world what exactly was her and Sonic’s relationship? Princess Amy’s title as princess signified that she is high ranking, just like prince Sonic. So why was Sonic and Shadow together and not Amy? Was… Sonic cheating? Each world parallels each other, so did that mean this world’s Silver was also with Sonic? Where or who even was this world's Silver? Silver himself had not seen his doppelgänger yet. “Silver? Are you okay?” Amy asked, reaching her arm out to stroke Silver’s cheek. “Yes, sorry, just thinking. This is a lot, I’m sure you understand.” Silver found a seat on an adjacent bench underneath an arched window similar to the one he had levitated into. “Yeah, seeing everyone, and myself, but different was a bit jarring.” Amy laughed. “I saw Blaze smiling…” Amy went back to petting princess Amy’s head. Princess Amy was smaller than Silver’s Amy. The princess was shorter, thinner, she looked almost sick. “This world doesn’t have healthcare like ours. She has stomach ulcers, but they can’t treat it here.” Amy looked down at herself. “Can we help her?” Silver asked. Amy shrugged. “You know I would, but I don’t know that much about medicine. Tails said we shouldn’t interfere too much with this world, us being here is already too much.” Amy took a deep breath. “Damned Robotnik.” She groaned. “Let’s try to sleep, are you two good up here?” Silver stood back up to put his hand on Amy’s shoulder, a smile as comforting as he could muster plastered on his face. He knew both of them were annoyed at the Doctor, and terrified of messing up their mission. It was more than fighting Robotnik this time. Now Tails life was on the line, as well as an entire world of people. “Sleep with us, it’s safer here.” Amy tugged Silver down, and Silver squeaked as he toppled on top of the two Amys. Princess Amy mumbled and stirred, waking from a frantic Silver pushing himself up. “Silver, go to sleep.” Princess Amy grumbled, wrapping her arm around SIlver’s waist and dragging him back into the cushioned couch. “At least it’s warm.” Silver adjusted himself so he was not draped diagonally across the two, and instead curled with princess Amy beside Amy’s lap.

x

The sun burnt Silver’s eyes. “Amy?” A voice fully woke Silver, since he had buried his face into the blankets below him. “Uhm…” The voice was closer now, and princess Amy was woken up.

”Silver, good morning.” She giggled, and Silver rubbed his eyes. “Good morning. “Good morning.”

Silver blinked, looking up at his mirror image.

”Silver?” Princess Amy looked at silver, then at knight Silver. Amy woke after everyone else, rubbing her own eyes and gasping. “This is weird.” Knight Silver shifted away. “I never slept better in my life, Silver. You should join us tonight.” Princess Amy sat on her ankles, wrapping around Knight Silver’s arm. “With… Another me?” Knight Silver looked at Amy. “And another Amy?” Knight Silver seemed to have more trouble understanding everything which Silver instantly recognized. Maybe they were more similar than he thought. Princess Amy giggled again, pulling Knight Silver onto the couch in all of his armor and pointy edges. Knight Silver’s cheeks grew red as Amy kissed his face. “Wait, you two?” Silver gaped at the sight in front of him. “He is my knight in shining armor.” Amy kissed knight Silver closer to the lips now. “Oh.” Silver turned his gaze to his Amy who had wide eyes. “Then this explains Sonic and Shadow.” Silver laughed to himself.

“What?” The two doppelgängers looked at him confused with knight Silver looking more terrified and princess Amy looking amused. Silver feared he said the wrong thing. “Nothing.” He slid off of the couch. “I’m going to finish what I was supposed to do last night.” Silver opened the window, and jumped onto the ledge. “Okay, but try to eat something.” Knight Silver said, and Silver looked back at him, a bit shocked. “Sorry, I’m hungry so just I assumed that you were too.” Knight Silver’s lips quivered into a smile, and Silver found himself laughing. “You’re not wrong.” He bowed his head as he prepared to hover down to the grass below.

x

He stayed out of the guard's sight as he made his way back across the castle walls and to Sonic’s balcony, hovering to the giant doors left slightly ajar. He slipped inside, ignoring how his cheeks flushed at Sonic alone, sitting on his bed putting on a shirt and yawning.

Why was he blushing?

”Oh my Chaos Silver, why are you here?” Sonic jumped up as he saw Silver in the reflection of the mirror across the room. The bed rustled and Sonic panicked, throwing the velvet quilt previously thrown on the floor, over the bed. “It’s okay I know, I need to talk to you two.” Silver stepped forwards. “What are you wearing? Also please just knock on my door.” Sonic crossed his arms over his unbuttoned shirt. “I’m not your Silver, I came here to warn you about Dr Robotnik. He opened a massive portal into this world and is coming here as we speak. You need to-“ ”Wait, wait, wait. I can’t believe I’m saying this but can you slow down? And also maybe turn around, there is a very angry and naked hedgehog suffocating under there and I need to free him.” Sonic held his hands up, and Silver bit his lip and turned around, albeit reluctantly.

“Dr Eggman used Chaos emeralds to open a portal to this world and sent a bunch of robots here to take over. Luckily I was able to stop him from getting far but he will strike again, and that is a fact. He is preparing an army, and he got Tails.” Silver clenched his fists, saying the last part through gritted teeth. “Tails?” Silver was spun back around by a horrified Sonic. “We tried to stop him but Tails wanted to get the emeralds back. And he did but… Robotnik put something in his head and he is completely under his control, at least until we extract it without damaging Tails’ brain. Tails is the only one who could do that though, and Robotnik knew that.” Silver didn’t look into Sonic’s eyes. Despite the romantic relationships of this world being confusingly different, he knew Tails and Sonic’s relationship wouldn’t be changed much. Prince Sonic growled, and Shadow held him by the waist from behind him, making Siver’s heart throb painfully.

“Then we need to save him! Forget if he isn’t the same Tails that we have, if he’s Tails then I love him.” Sonic let go of Silver, and fell back against Shadow. Chaos did Silver hate what he was looking at. He wanted to push Sonic to the bed and bite his neck and make him whimper— “Silver? You’re just like the Silver I know, always spacing out. Why don’t you have breakfast with us? Captain was talking to me earlier yesterday, and you I guess, about this exact thing. I’ll get him to join us.” Sonic smiled. “Okay…” SIlver took a deep breath and nearly moaned as Shadow’s scent wafted over him and the dark hedgehog pulled the two under his arms. “If your Eggman is anything like ours, then he is pathetic. I bet the three of us can beat him by ourselves.” He smirked. “If you’re anything like our Silver, then you can send both of them back to whatever cave they came from.” Shadow was so close to Silver and oh Chaos was he unable to hold his whimper back. The hedgehog had the same effect on him no matter the world, it seemed.

”Shadow stop, what will our Silver think when he sees you all over him like that.” Sonic humphed, putting gloves on. “Remember what you said last night? I think two Silvers would be delectable.” Shadow let go of Silver, leaving him red and confused. “You’re scaring him!” Sonic approached Silver now, pulling the white hedgehog's hips flush against his own. “You- my Sonic is dating Amy… I’m only… uh…” Silver bit his lip, ignoring the heat in his stomach. “And when Amy kisses Sonic, does that make you feel bad?” Sonic mimicked Amy perfectly and it made Silver snort. It wasn’t that different between worlds. “I won’t answer that.” Silver slipped out of Sonic’s arms. Unrequited love and everything. Knight Silver was lucky to be with someone nice like Amy.

”Hurry, or I’m leaving you two behind.” Shadow had his arms crossed at the door. “Ooh~ scandalous, Shadow the knight leaving my room alone in the morning.” Sonic was at Shadow’s side in a flash, and he bumped his hips against Shadow’s. “And us leaving together is any better?” Shadow raised a brow. “We have Silver! Obviously we were doing some late night training and fell asleep!” Sonic stuck his tongue out, and Shadow rolled his eyes.

Silver couldn’t help his expression from souring and butterflies from filling his body.

[wiredaughter]

@tropetember #10: in vino veritas

truth and dare

michael/adam milligan × supernatural × drunk confession

If you were to ask Adam he'd deny it was his fault until the day he died. Radically. Emphatically. It had been Michael, after all, who asked about the human habit of getting drunk. He'd only obliged, as a good host, pouring himself more and more spirits and using less mixers for every drink that let the angel impassive.

After shotgunning a dark beer, mostly to show off and because he hadn't had the chance to since he learnt in college, with no major reaction from Michael he decided he was ready to call it a night.

'I hope...' he slurred, planting his hands on the table. 'I hope you can get us t'bed.'

He stood up with effort, room spinning a little, and let out a small laugh. He was fading, but figured he was safe, what with an archangel inside his head. Ouch. The ground under him would like to differ.

'Mmmichaaael...' It was no case, the angel seemed as destabilised by the movement as he was. He managed to keep a stoic expression, but his face betrayed a blush. 'Wai- you're actually drunk?'

Michael made an indecisive noise, curling on the ground. Adam found himself smiling at that with fondness, which quickly devolved into incredulous giggles, into an indignant laughter that seemed to annoy Michael some, but he couldn't care about it. 'Man, what was wifh the whole heavyweight act back there?'

'Hmm. I liked drinking with you.'

Michael's voice was clear, if somewhay deeper. Slower but functional. Adam shrugged at that, sitting up and reaching up to the table for what turned out to be a bottle of gin. Deciding he could humour Michael, he took a long swing.

'We should play a drinking game'

Truth or dare jenga. One of his friends had a set, and that's what he meant to suggest, and Michael had obliged, wishing the tower into existence. Still, Adam's ready to shrug off the blame, were he to be asked how did he end up not reading any of the questions and instead removing an article of clothing whenever either of them toppled it. Kindof a disadvantage, the whole archangel deal sometimes.

Not that he minded, crawling up to their bed later that night in his underwear and sliding the duvet off to wrap around them instead of trying to climb on. It was rather comfortable in the plush carpet, and Michael made the lights flicker happily. Adam could feel his wings ghosting around him.

'So. You like drinking witme'

'Of course. I love you.'

As Adam drifted to sleep, he repeated it to himself. Michael loved him. He smiled at the thought, of course.

[caineyouseeme]

Vampire Izzy P3 ("Devour Me" on AO3)

Ed locked the weathered door behind him. It felt wrong being in the first mate’s cabin, especially without Izzy. He remembered the last time he’d been here. There would still be blood stains on the mattress.

He didn’t think he could get back to the mainland in his current state though and well. Partially due to the sting of tears that threatened to fall, but mostly because of the way his cock was straining painfully against his leathers. He felt like the damn thing might break off if he didn’t do something about it soon. Besides, it wasn’t like Izzy would be using it any time soon.

He collapsed onto the cot, already pushing his leathers towards his knee. He sighed with audible relief as his cock sprang free, letting out a low groan with the first stroke, his mind racing.

‘I love you. I love you. I love you’ the words, Izzy’s words, echoed in his head.  It wasn’t that Stede’s words hadn’t also left him devastated, but he knew Stede had loved him, and he also knew he’d been pushing him away for months. 

He had told himself this was just him finding himself, the way Stede had when he’d left his family to be a pirate. But somewhere he knew he was just running from one of the least fucked up relationships he’d ever had. Because how did he do this when he was the kindof person who fuck them ups. When he destroys everything so spectacularly, he’d made a career, a legacy, from it? A dark god that took and destroyed. A monster. How did that person leave a man like Stede unaltered. He didn’t.

So no, he didn’t blame Stede for not waiting. He didn’t even blame him for wanting, for maybe even loving Izzy. After all, Izzy had stayed when Ed hadn’t.

Izzy though… in the nearly four decades they had known each other, Izzy had never said he loved Ed, not like that. Ed had convinced himself that Izzy didn’t, couldn’t, feel that way about him or anyone. After all, that’s what he had told Ed, all those years ago aboard Hornigold’s ship.

His parents were dead. He had no real friends to speak of, none that wouldn’t slit his throat for a bit of coin at least. Not that Ed had any, his father had spent it all years ago. He had had nothing to lose. Not yet, anyways.

Ed had been on board for nearly a month before he first caught sight of Izzy. Hornigold had taken a liking to Ed almost immediately and one night, as Ed’s shift ended, the older man had asked him if he wanted to meet a monster. Ed had laughed nervously, unsure if he was being threatened or hit on, but knowing he couldn’t refuse either.

Hornigold had opened the doors to the small row of cells, lighting the single lamp near the door. It did little to illuminate beyond the cell doors. Ed had been confused; they didn’t have any prisoners. Did they? He hadn’t been aboard long, but surely, he’d have heard something about a captive. After all, prisoners were always either sold, killed, or put to work. They had no use rotting in a cell.

But as he neared the farthest cell door, something came back to him. Hushed whispers from the crew, not of a person though. There had been whispers of “have you seen it?” “Heard it killed twenty men” “nah, heard it was fifty!” “I heard it tore a house down” “I heard it was a whole town!” and on and on it went. Ed had just assumed “it” was some incredible weapon he had yet to see, but why would a weapon need to be locked in a cell? Was it that powerful? He felt excited at the thought, what could be so powerful that it had to be locked away like this?

But when the shadowy cell came into focus, it wasn’t a weapon he saw, it was a man. He was huddled in the farthest corner of the empty cell, only his eyes visible over the knees he held to his chest.

“The fuck’s that?” Ed had asked, turning to see Hornigold leaving the room, door rattling shut behind him. Ed sprinted forward, his hand closing on the worn handle in time to hear it lock.

“Gods damn it,” Ed had growled banging his find against the wood before stomping back into the room. Fine, if Benjamin wanted to play games, then he could fucking play games.

He reached the cell with the man and gripped the bars, shaking them like a child would tap a fishbowl. “Hey you, you alive in there? You don’t smell alive,” he barked.

No reply.

“Hey!” He shouted, kicking at the gate. It clanged satisfactorily. He eyed the crumpled form in the corner. It didn’t move. The man appeared to be dressed in rags, and not clean ones by the smell. His hair looked to be matted down with something dark, but it was hard to tell in the dim light.  “Answer me you ugly mother fucker!"

“Never met my mother,” said the man in a painful sounding rasp. “Might’ve met yours though. Can’t imagine fucking her would cost much, not if she looks anything like you.”

Ed leaned against the bars, his knuckles turning white on either side of his face. He shook them noisily.  Ed had always had a temper and well, his mother was something of a sore spot. “Listen here you little fucker—“ he began, but broke off with a choke.

The figure had stood, faster than Ed expected. He lunged through the bars and gripped Ed’s throat. He squeezed. Ed scratched at the man’s arms, panic beginning to set in. The man half pulled, half threw Ed against the bars. There was a sharp pain in his neck and everything went black.

When Ed awoke, a day had passed and Hornigold was standing over him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Congrats kid,” he’d said, “you just survive your first vampire attack.”

Ed, feeling a thousand years older, pressed his fingers to his throat. He swore he could still feel the scars Izzy had left all those years ago. They wouldn’t be the last by any means, but they were a reminder of who they had been, what they had done. For better or worse.

Ed closed his free hand around his throat, fingertips pressed to the small scars. He squeezed, remembering that first touch, Izzy’s hand around his neck and then the sting of fangs. He should hate the memory. He’d nearly pissed himself in fear when he hit the bars.

Instead, Ed tightened his grip on his cock and let his mind drift to the first time he’d really touched Izzy. The first time he’d held him. Things had been going to shit on the Marianne, Hornigold’s ship. A sickness had torn through their ranks, killing some and leaving more too weak for raids and the harsh winter had made sure they couldn’t spend what little gold they did have on food.

With the men dead and dying, little thought had been left to the creature in Hornigold’s prison. Ed had come down there several more times, usually with a half dead sailor to leave at the bars. But no raids meant no prisoners to feed the vampire. After a month with no captives, Ed had found himself standing in the captain’s quarters, fists balled at his sides and a determined rigidity to his spine.

“He needs to eat, Sir,” Ed had said, eyes flicking up to Hornigold’s face before falling back to the desk.

“It doesn’t seem to be complaining,” the captain replied, an edge to his voice.

Ed ground his teeth together. It wouldn’t be worth the beating to lose his temper now. “With all due respect Sir, you haven’t been the one feeding him. I have and I’ve seen how weak he’s getting.”

“Look at me boy,” Hornigold ordered.

Ed’s eyes snapped upwards.

The captain studied him for a long moment. “You care about this… thing?”

Ed hesitated. Care wasn’t the right word, but he also wasn’t sure what was. “I… I’m not sure. I don’t really know him.”

The captain seemed to consider this. “Yet here you are, all puffed up like a baby bird, making demands you have no right to make for… him,” he said the word as if he’d never heard it before, and didn’t think much of it now.

“I don’t like watching people starve is all. Sir,” Ed added, hurriedly. He thought the captain would mock him, tell him to fuck off, to stop being a sentimental bastard. He didn’t though.

“Well, I suppose if you’re this determined to feed the animals, who am I to stop you?” Hornigold asked with a sickly-sweet grin. He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket, flipping through them until he found the heavy iron one he was looking for. He separated it from the others and handed it to Ed. “There should be someone on duty at the door already. They’ll let you in and you can open the cell yourself with this.”

Ed glanced around. “Where is the—“ he broke off as the realization settled in.

Hornigold smirked. “Like I said, if you want to feed it, I won’t stop you.” He nodded toward the door.

Ed knew it was a dismissal and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood. He wanted to refuse, to forget he’d ever asked, but the look on the captain’s face told him he was going through with this, one way or another.

One of the older crew members was indeed on duty as he approached. They unlocked the door when he held up the key without question. As the door closed, Ed could have sworn he heard them laugh and then the lock slid into place.

The quickly warming iron of the key bit into his palm as he trudged forward, the pain grounding him just enough.

The man glanced up from his cot as Ed approached. He’d been upgraded from the threadbare mat since their first meeting, but it wasn’t much of an improvement. He’d also been given new clothes and a bucket to wash with, which had gone a long way for the smell.

“Supper time,” Ed said with a weak laugh.

The man looked around expectantly before quirking an eyebrow in Ed’s direction. “Where?” He croaked.

Ed guessed it was the first time the man had spoken in weeks. He held up the key and gestured awkwardly to himself.

The man didn’t answer.

Ed decided it would be best to just get it over with. If he was lucky, he’d survive long enough to starve with the rest of the crew. He turned the key in the lock, the click of it deafening in the quiet room.

“Why?” The man asked, eyes never leaving Ed.

Ed paused, hand still on the key. “Guess the old man just has it in for me,” he said with the same forced laugh. The man looked at him doubtfully but didn’t stop him from opening the gate and stepping inside. Ed looked around, but the only obvious seat was the cot and it was currently occupied. He lowered himself to the wooden floor instead. He felt small like this, staring up at the seated stranger. He pulled his knees to his chest, fingers interlocking in front of them.

“What’s your name?” The man asked, and his voice softer than Ed had ever heard it. It helped calm his nerves the slightest bit.

“Ed, Edward. Teach,” he replied, practically tripping over the words in his excitement. The man hadn’t said more than a word or two since their first meeting, let alone asked Ed about himself.  

The man smiled gently. “It’s nice to meet you Edward Teach, you can call me Izzy.”

Ed couldn’t stop the smile that broke across his face. He’d asked Hornigold if the creature, if Izzy, had a name after their first meeting, but he’d just laughed and told Ed animals didn’t need names. Ed hadn’t asked again after that.

“Izzy,” Ed repeated, enjoying the feel of the name on his tongue for reasons he didn’t quite understand. Nor did it make sense that the sight of Izzy grinning at him now made him feel elated, but there it was none the less. “So uhm, how do we… you know?”

Izzy’s face fell. “We don’t.”

Ed laughed, “Not like that mate! I mean the whole blood drinking thing.”

But Izzy’s expression hadn’t changed. “I knew what you meant you horny git. I said no because, as much as I’d enjoy a good meal right now, and I promise you I would really fucking enjoy it, I can’t guarantee you’d survive, and I don’t kill kids.”

Ed bristled. “I’m not a fucking kid,” he protested, in a tone that suggested otherwise. “Besides, you didn’t seem to care much when you were bashing my head in.”

Izzy considered this. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been giving you too much special treatment.” Izzy stood, stalking towards him.

Ed braced himself. He could do this. He was a gods damn pirate and he could do this. He hoped.

Izzy crouched in front of the younger man. He reached out, brushing a strand of long dark hair from his face. Ed flinched, his eyes squeezing shut automatically.

Izzy sat with an audible huff. After a moment, Ed opened his eyes again to find Izzy watching him, a bemused look on his face.

“Why are you here?” Izzy asked, his voice not unkind.

“Because you need—“

Izzy cut him off with a shake of his head. “Why are /you/ here?”

Ed looked down at his knees. “Told the boss he couldn’t leave you down here and not feed you. Told him you were starving.”

“Ah,” Izzy said, leaning back with his palms flat against the filthy floor. He observed Ed easily, as if they did this every day. “So, either you survive and stop complaining or I kill you and well… Guess that’s one way to do it,” he said with a curt laugh.

Ed nodded rigidly.

Izzy sighed. “Listen kid—”

“I’m not—” Ed began, but was brought up short by the look on Izzy’s face.

“Hornigold is an arrogant bastard,” Izzy continued, “just act a little unsteady and he’ll believe you went through with it.”

Ed didn’t know what to say to that. Izzy spoke as if he knew the captain and Ed wanted to know more. The story he’d heard was that Hornigold had captured the vampire during a raid. Ed was starting to doubt that though. He was starting to doubt a lot of things about the captain.

“It’s not just him,” Ed replied, relieved that his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “I meant what said. You need to eat. If this is what is takes, then,” he took a deep steadying breath, “I want to help.” With a Herculean effort, Ed lowered his knees, mirroring Izzy’s own crossed legs. He forced his arms to stay at his side, resisting the urge to wrap them around himself again.  

After a moment, Izzy edged forward. He settled beside Ed, facing him with his knees just barely overlapping Ed’s. Ed shivered. The was a casual intimacy to the touch that felt unfamiliar to Ed. Izzy’s knees were cold against his leg and he resisted the urge to reach out and warm them.

Izzy seemed to be studying him, looking for signs that Ed didn’t mean what he’d said. At long last he said, “alright kid, this is what’s going to happen.” He eyed Ed, but there was no protest this time. “Hold out your arm.”

Ed did, quickly shooting his arm out in front of him.

Izzy rolled his eyes, barely suppressing a grin. “Other arm.”

Ed switched them hurriedly, blushing with embarrassment.

Izzy held the offered limb gingerly, turning it so his palm faced the ceiling. “You see this?” Izzy asked, drawing a line down Ed’s bicep with his free hand.

“Yeah,” he replied, though he had no idea what Izzy was talking about.

The vampire smirked knowingly. “There’s an artery here, like the one in your neck I bit before.”

Ed suppressed a shudder at the memory.

“If I bite here, it should be safer than your neck.”

“That’s good, yeah?” he replied, hopefully.  

“Yeah,” Izzy chuckled, “not killing you would be good.”

“Says you,” Ed responded automatically. “Uh-sorry I—”

Izzy cut him off with a clearing of his throat. “It’s better if you don’t talk. This is going to take some… concentration.” He sounded exhausted as he said it.

Ed nodded but stayed silent.

Izzy surveyed his bicep with a renewed intensity. He turned it, leaning forward as if to bite before leaning back and turning it to the other side. He pursed his lips in apparent frustration before scooting back several inches. He leaned in, twisted, leaned back, twisted.

It was Ed’s turn to suppress a laugh. “Will you just…” he said, reaching for Izzy. He hadn’t planned to do it. He’d just been watching the smaller man handle him with unnecessary gentility while contorting his own body into increasingly awkward shapes. It had made his heart thunder in a way unrelated to fear. So, he had slid his arm from Izzy’s grasp, grasping his waist in both hands. He hoisted Izzy up and over, settling him in his own lap as he let his legs fall open in from of them. It was only when Izzy was sitting, his back to Edward’s front, that Ed finally realized exactly what he had done.

There was no taking it back now though. They sat like that, both too stunned from what had transpired to move. After what felt like hours, Izzy relaxed the smallest bit and another eternity later he let out a small sigh and pressed into Ed’s chest. Ed let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Eager to distract from the situation, he held out the arm Izzy had previously held, but left his other where it remained at the vampire’s hip.

Izzy took it hesitantly, pulling the bicep to his lips as he settled in against Ed. “Just try to relax, okay?” he breathed against the heated skin, causing Ed to shiver again. He chuckled and the sound sent a thrill through Ed.

Ed took a deep breath in, trying not to think about the last time he’d been bitten. He wasn’t sure if it had been the bite that hurt or the head wound. He just remembered the pain and it wasn’t doing much for his nerves.

On his exhalation Izzy bit, his hands coming up to grip Ed’s arm. It hurt. Ed wouldn’t deny that, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d been imagining. Worse than a tattoo, but nowhere near as bad as being stabbed. It eased up after a few seconds and was replaced with a strange pulling feeling which he realized was Izzy sucking at the wound.

He pushed away the surprisingly vivid image of Izzy’s lips and tongue roaming his body before it could divert blood elsewhere. After another minute he felt his arms starting to ache and realized he’d been holding them rigid this whole time. Slowly, he relaxed into Izzy’s grip, letting his free hand fall against Izzy’s waist.

The vampire couldn’t be more than a head shorter than Ed, but he felt small, delicate in his grasp. It sparked something protective and primal in Ed and he leaned forward, his hand sliding to Izzy’s stomach as he pressed his forehead to his hair. He breathed him in.

He expected Izzy to buck him off, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he stayed where he was. Ed was breathing heavily. He hadn’t eaten much that day, or the days proceeding it, and the blood loss was making him dizzier than he’d expected.

“Hey uhm—what’s—oh! Izzy! Hey Iz, slow down, ya?” Ed muttered against Izzy’s ear. He pulled at his arm and felt the grip righten. “F-fuck mate, you’re not killing me, remember? Fuck. Hey!” he gripped Izzy’s hair with his free hand and yanked.

Izzy gave an angry sort of yelp, like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. He rounded on Ed, teeth bared in a bloody hiss. His pupils were blown wide and unseeing as he stared up at Ed.

For a moment, Ed was sure he was facing down his death and then Izzy blinked once, twice, and the fog behind his eyes rolled back.

“Shit fu—“ he began, already trying to stand, but Ed caught him off balance and pulled him back down. He wrapped his arms, one still lightly dripping blood, around Izzy.

“Stay,” he rasped. “I just… stay, okay?”

He did, settling back into Ed’s lap. “Yeah, okay. Fuck. I forgot this,” he muttered, pulling Ed’s arm back to his lips.

Ed tried to pull it free, fear rising once again. Izzy didn’t bite though. He licked a long stripe along the line of blood that dripped from Ed’s bicep. When he licked over the wound, leaving two round scars, Ed realized what he was doing. Izzy lowering Ed’s arm to his side, leaving the one on his stomach where it was.  

“Didn’t know you guys did that… ‘s kinda…. Cool,” Ed breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed against the wall. Somewhere in the distance someone chuckled, and it struck Ed what a wonderful sound it was.

“Alright kid,” the voice breathed, “alright. Just sleep.”

Back in the first mate’s cabin, Ed pressed his face to Izzy’s cot, breathing him in. Izzy’s scent hadn’t changed much over the years then but his bed, this room, was now tinged with hints of something flowery that hadn’t been there before. He pressed his knees and face to the mattress as he fisted his cock, breathing in against the scent. His stomach when he finally recognized the other scent as Stede’s bath oils.

Their words echoed again in his ears. I love you. I love you. I love you. A chorus of ghosts in his mind replaying the memory of Izzy’s face contorted in pleasure, his moans falling free from his lips.

Ed didn’t know how long it had been since he’d seen him like that. Years? Decades? But now he couldn’t push it from he mind. It was a visceral thing, a need long neglected. He pressed he face deeper into the mattress, drowning in the scent of his loves as he fucked his fist. He let out a high, keening whine, a broken “I love you,” escaping his lips as the orgasm overtook him.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Alright, I just finished season 2 and I once again have thoughts but before that, I need to make a small correction to my previous post

This season didnt jump headfirst into serialization, I mustve misremembered and honestly, when I thought a little more about it, I dont think it ever tried to be consistantly serialized for atleast the first three seasons (after which I stopped watching). Like, this series is very faithful to its status quo which is pretty bad considering its a SLOW-BURN ROMANCE. Also, while I dont think it ever actually claimed to be Coming of Age, it is allegedly inspired by magical girl anime which have had Coming of Age elements since the genre's conception, but you cant have those if your main characters are all perpetually 14 so that kinda sucks.

Its so faithful to its status quo that all of the episodes end up having practically the same structure and there arent enough episodes that break it up so watching them all back to back makes it pretty hard to really distinguish them. I think the main thing preventing the show from getting boring as you watch it are the fight scenes which are pretty fun and inventive and, in season 2, the introduction of a bunch of new lore and heroes

Speaking of the new stuff, watching this series was kinda interesting because I felt like it was off to a bit of a rocky start and I got kinda worried because a lot of people hail it as the best season of the show so far and I was initially enjoying it a lot less than season 2 but then it did turn out to be pretty good and I liked the way they introduced the new lore and heroes and even Luca and Kagami, whom I was absolutely prepared to dislike. I think its because its all just setup but then I know that they're going to really fumble the payoff so I kinda tricked myself into thinking it was always bad when this season is actually pretty good.

Out of all the new stuff I think the Kwami Power-Ups were the worst. Its so blatantly toyetic in a way that feels really nonsensical and then they use them 2 and a half times and thats it, I dont even remember them ever being used in season 3but that might just be my shit memory

Im just going to restate that I think Master Fu is unecessary and that, between the Kwamis as their guides and the grimoire existing, our superheroes dont need a Wise Old Sage Mentor. Like, just make it so that the Miracle Box was in the possession of Marinettes family but they didnt know about the miraculous and then Marinette finds out but she only has the Ladybug (and maybe the fox and the bee) and all the other ones have been scattered all around Paris or even the world and then come up with some way for Adrien to get his hands on the cat miraculous idc

Luca was fine, hes a bit too bland and Manic Pixie Dreamgirl-ish for my taste except iirc he doesnt even end up advancing Marinettes character in any way, which is pretty much the only purpose a MPDG can serve, so like, what the point, but in this one season hes a good setup to become an actual character later on. Its a shame he never does, but still. I actually loved Kagami which is suprising because I mainly remembered her being kindof boring with some mildly offensive japanese stereotyping and fetishizing sprinkled on top, but shes pretty fun and likable. I love how awkward yet genuinely confident she is and I like the way she and Marinette interacted in Frozer, however briefly. I really liked Frozer in general, it was honestly really cute watching the four of them go on this litzle double date, I totally get all the polyshippers now, especially the Adrigaminette shippers. That being said, Kagami and Adrien really arent working for me as a couple so Im not looking forward to that

Alya, Chloe and Nino were fine as heroes its just that they dont really get any development (other than Chloe) and pretty much all they do is make the plotpoint where Ladybug and Cat Noir cant reveal their identities to each other pointless and nonsensical which is bad because thats the only reason the love square exists and the love square is like, the one Big Thing that this show has going for it. Alyas Rena Rouge suit is literally just Lilas suit down to the body being much slimmer so that sucks. On top of that, she and Queen Bee are unfortunately cursed with having to wear patterned skin tight latex suits with basically no other details because theyre girls in Miraculous Ladybug. I do really enjoy Queen Bees transformation sequence, it has so much personality and while I dont really like Chloe's civillian I do like that it has the same color scheme as her hero design almost like shes broadcasting the fact that shes Queen Bee without a care, even with clothes. Chloes arc was also really interesting and I liked the direction they went with her, i just wish her character development was more consistent because there were episodes where she seemed genuinely reformed even if she hasnt lost that Mean Girl exterior and then there were episodes where she just went back to being genuinely awful again. I dont have a lot to say about Nino except that I hate the hood and I hate his colorscheme. Theres a part in Heroes Day where they show the streets of paris from above while theyre parading these floaties of all the superheroes around and you can see how good Ladybug, Rena Rouge and Queen Bee look together with all of them having these warm main colors and Carapace just sticks out like a sore thumb, just put my man in a lighter more-yellowey shade of green Im begging you

One of the main reasons I was worried about season 2, beyond me mixing up stuff from season 3 with stuff from this season, was the way they handled Cat Noir. In the first season he was being playful and a little flirty with Ladybug but he had a similar playful attituide towards most of the people he interacted with and I guess the writers noticed that it didnt really come across as an actual crush on that part of the love square, so they made it a lot more blatant and made him come on to her much more strongly. Its clear to me that we're meant to symphatize with him when Ladybug rejects him but it seems that no one told the writers that unrequited love is only sad when they never voice their feelings to the person that doesnt love them back, when they keep making romantic gestures towards them even after an explicit rejection, thats just entitled, pathetic and cringe. It couldve been worse but season 1 was a bit better about it

I did like the Adrienette side of the love square far more this season though! Since they actually allowed Marinette to talk to him properly, Adriens personality got to come out more again and it felt like less of a shallow celebrity crush on her part. Its a realy shame that, instead of just continuing to go in this direction with the Love Square, they added Kagami and Luca as these pointless diversions. I think they could have worked, but maybe in a series that focused more on interpersonal relationships in general as opposed to just romantic ones or in a series that decided to get more wacky with it. Like, instead of there being The Love Square and then Luca for Marinette and Kagami for Adrien as Love Square Diversions you couldve had Marinette slowly form this deeper connection with Adrien while she also realizes how genuinely sweet and attentive Cat Noir could be but then Luca comes in and hes so interesting and cute but then Kagami is forward and confident like a realf life Ladybug and she starts to really admire her but oh, she never really noticed how much Alya always supported her and helped her grow....... and then do the same thing for Adrien. Like, go big or go home, GET WACKY WITH IT OR DONT GET WITH IT AT ALL

Hawkmoth is still really hard to take seriously, no surprise there. The moments where he cared about his son and even Nathalie in Heroes Day that were supposed to humanize him were fine, just kinda frustrating knowing that theyre gonna make him even more comically evil in the next few seasons and that its going to be inconsistant

Thats pretty much it. Pretty good overall, but hard to truly enjoy when you know whats coming

Thanks for reading ^^

[daincrediblegg]

ok children gather 'round because all of these kindof have the same answer and I am way too passionate about this subject and the history behind it that I physically cannot remain silent about it

So if you were a 90's kid like me, you grew up with this film on VHS. if you were also like me, then you probably remember it very differently from how it was released recently both in blu-ray and on streamer formats and probably were freaking out thinking this was some kind of mandela effect for years: and THIS IS BECAUSE. THERE IS A CRUCIAL SCENE MISSING. AND LITERALLY I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. THE TWO MINUTES CUT KINDOF CHANGE THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THE WHOLE MOVIE??? and allow me to explain why.

That video above it the Deleted Song "When Love is Gone" was ONLY EVER featured on the VHS release of The Muppet Christmas Carol that came out through the 90's. Why? because initially, some uppity disney executive market tested it and went "kids are gonna get antsy with that and not like it" so they cut it then for the theatrical release, but then Brian Henson (director, son of JIM) somehow managed to get it into the VHS cut of the film. Kinda went rogue about it if memory serves. Now, as a child, this was kindof... a huge part of the movie for me? like I remember listening to it and crying a bit as a kid because this one song is just... so emotional? like seriously. other than the fact that it's being sung by Meredith Braun (who at one point played Eponine in Les Mis, and you gotta have some SERIOUS pipes to do that) AND Michael Cain, and it's a love song in a way, like it's very clear that she still cares for Ebenezer but she recognizes that her love for him is different than his love for her and she has to leave him, meanwhile THE MAN IS BEHIND HER CRYING AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN SEE HIM AND CLEARLY IT'S THE BIGGEST REGRET HE HAS And honestly? That's a HUGE part of what made it stand out for me as a child. Like. The muppets themselves were all fun and good but then you have this song for a second... and it really feels true to the dickensian spirit guiding the whole film, and it's what's made it to me the most true to form adaptation of his yet. It's phenomenal. And this dumbass disney exec said "it's too adult emotional for the kids" (an argument that always has and will always continue to be completely fucking stupid).

So then what happened? why didn't they put it in the DVD and Blu Ray releases that have come out throughout the years? Well, literally DISNEY LOST THE FOOTAGE. APPARENTLY. so when they went to restore it and reformat it for those releases AND THEN SUBSEQUENTLY for the streamer release, it was literally missing. and Brian Henson has been asking them to look for YEARS. FINALLY they found it back in 2020, and then only last year did they upload the fully restored version that you see me ranting and raving about.

"But Egg", you ask, "why does this matter? What does this small 2 minute sequence change about this movie SO MUCH that it merits a huge ass post about it that is making people confused?"

Because let me tell you friends. Belle does not seem very significant and kindof pointless to flashback to without that song. It's like ok. she's there. She tells Ebenezer she's breaking up with him. and then... THE MUPPETS CRY ABOUT IT??? and that's it. That's all you get. you don't get any of the sense of how deeply this affected this guy- the LITERAL PROTAGONIST THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT. And it's all because, again, say it with me folks: the dipshit disney executive said "It's Too Emotional For Children".

Not ONLY that. But THIS SONG IS LITERALLY THE REPRISE THEY SING AT THE END OF THE FILM. WHICH. LET ME TELL YOU. IT'S FUCKING WEIRD FOR THAT TO LITERALLY COME OUT OF NOWHERE COMPLETELY LEFT FIELD AS A NEW SONG AT THE END. Like it makes no sense. ok sappy sentimental "the love we found" all right. BUT REMEMBER. THE ORIGINAL LYRIC IS "LOVE IS GONE". IT'S SYMMETRY. IT'S POETRY. IT'S FUCKING VITAL. An the movie is good as it is but literally trust me this makes it infinitely better when you see it as a whole. Please. Just trust me on this. Thank you and goodnight. oh yeah and here's a decent article that talks about it and that shall serve as my source for a lot of this

you're welcome

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

[gl1tchxr]

explodes you forever hi hello. it's me. the us. whazzup. 💼🥊🌂🙌🍎💎 + one of your choosing for any of your guys yesyes. and maybe fathom if u feel like it but he's not required <33

ty for the ask <3 i'm gonna do this with the main four and fathom yes

💼 - What do they do for a living?

this is kindof an awkward question to start off on lol all of the main four have weird situations. ny ran away from being a prince at the start of the story, paradox is a fugitive from the law who steals to survive, laci is a traveler, and juxt is an assassin (also a fugitive from the law) and he doesn't even get paid for it. in summary they're all broke

as for fathom, before the whole sculk thing started i could see him selling off gadgets or repairing things. he's the person you call when you need something fixed the right way and don't want to have small talk about it

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

this is the last one i have to answer and ima be honest i kinda ran out of brainpower for infodumping ill answer this later if i remember

even though he's really good at it fathom doesn't actually like doing all that science stuff. it just reminds him of how he's done so much and still failed at the one thing he's trying to do. he does enjoy sewing. it's something that involves just enough thinking that it's hard to think about anything else while doing it /projecting

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

they're in an adventure fantasy story but i think ny would love being in a slice-of-life story, paradox in a murder mystery or comedy, laci in a romance story and juxt in one of those campy action movies where the heroes and villains are clear cut and there are no plot twists. i realize this question turned into "what do they want their lives to be but disguise the answer as a genre"

fathom belongs in a tragedy. even before we started talking about sculkapocalypse i already had a plan for him involving ancient cities and a slow descent into madness

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

ny is the only heir to the entire kingdom. paradox has a sister, hex, who's older by just a few months. i've talked abt their relationship before should be in paradox's tag. laci has so so many siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles and just all the relatives you can imagine but she hasn't been back to visit them in years. juxt probably wasn't the only egg in the clutch but if he does have siblings he's never met or thought about them

fathom is chronically an only child sorry

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

uhm. bad. for all of them. the main reason ny ran away was because of abuse from his dad (the king) and he never met his mom. paradox is kinda the opposite with an abusive mom and an absent dad. like i said laci hasn't been back to visit her family in a long time. there's so many siblings to keep track of that half the time they don't even notice she's gone. juxt never met his biological parents but his parental figures are astra and dire. he betrays them at the beginning of the story but feels so extremely guilty about it and often questions if he did the right thing (he did)

i have had exactly zero thoughts about fathom's parents lol but from vibes alone he's probably no contact with them he does not seem like someone to have a healthy relationship with his parents

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

i am very much a tragedy enjoyer HOWEVER my main story will have a happy ending. all four of them will survive.

for fathom, absolutely not. either he gets his happy ending, or there are fates far worse than death :)

[tarnishedxknight]

How would Drace and Gabranth react if they knew Gylfie killed her dad?

{out of dalmasca} Tagging @disillusionedjudge on this because relevant to their interests, heh.

Drace would be... concerned. That's not a small thing, or a thing that would go unnoticed, and so she'd be concerned for Gylfie's future if she were to be found out. Also, if she did so without good reason, that's really not an okay thing to do, regardless of how much she cares for Gylfie. So Drace would want to know her reasons and the surrounding circumstances, which, upon hearing them, she would likely agree that Gylfie had good reason to challenge him at the time.

Gabranth would feel weird about it. He... honestly has no love for Takrin, like... he doesn't care that he's dead, heh. That sounds harsh, but he really just doesn't care. But he, more than most, knows the mindset of one who would kill a parent, and so he'd be worried for where Gylfie's head is at and how she's been dealing with what she did.

Headcanons comin' atcha, but as @tarnishedxjudgement first decided for their version of Gabranth and I adopted because I loved it, Gabranth killed his father at the age of 16. We have a little bit of differing circumstances/reasoning as to when/why he did so, but on my end, I say that it was an opportunistic decision as well as Noah kindof being a bit triggered that caused him to do it.

When Landis was invaded by Archadia, there was a lot of chaos. Fighting was everywhere, it was brutal and loud and fast, and people were sort of scattered on both sides. Noah, at the time, came upon his father when he was wounded and his father proceeded to ask him to "Run and get your brother," rather dismissively. Presumably, for help. But. It was as if, first of all, Noah was the type to run away from this sort of situation, and then secondly, that it was Basch he wanted and not him. Basch was better. Go get Basch. How many times had he heard that? Something in Noah decided that he had the perfect opportunity to make sure his father never treated him poorly or compared him to Basch ever again, and instead of helping him or going to get Basch, he killed him.

No one knows this, not Basch, and not even Drace. Everyone thinks that the twins' father simply was killed in the fall of Landis and that's that. So... if Gylfie were to not only confess to him that she killed her father, but also did so in a way as to suggest that this was something she's been alone with for a long time, something she's wrestled with, and/or something she was afraid to tell anyone... he would 100% understand and empathize. Noah thought he'd feel this huge relief after killing his father, but instead he just felt empty, and that has haunted him for two decades. So he'd be very sympathetic towards Gylfie because he knows how it feels.

[thenexusofsouls]

“Does this happen a lot?” (Andrew to Martha; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Martha had been kneeling on a seat in a booth in a small diner, her arms folded on the little ledge in front of the window as she looked out at... everything and nothing. She saw things, but didn't actually see them. Her mind was elsewhere.

The man's words took a moment to register in Martha's mind. Maybe... a lot longer than a moment. She was dissociating again, staring off into nothing and looking frozen while her mind raced with a thousand thoughts at once. It was paralyzing, like everyone around her was continuing on with life while she was set on slow-motion. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed to realize someone had spoken, and that they might be talking to her. She turned towards the sound, shifting on the seat, her mind taking yet another moment to actually formulate a reply.

"What?" she said first, an automatic response to show she was listening, even though she hadn't been. But then the rest of his words finally got through to her and she seemed to wake up. "Yeah. Kindof," she admitted shyly. Looking at him, she was at least relieved to see that she didn't know him. He wasn't here to grab her and take her back to the commune. Probably. Unless he was one of Patrick's many contacts outside. No, she didn't want to think that that could be true.

"Why?" she asked somewhat timidly, expecting him to get annoyed or angry or something and bracing herself for that. Was she in his way? Was this his seat? Was there a problem somewhere else? With something else? Her heart began to beat faster as she tried to prepare for the worst, because people were so unpredictable and she just didn't know how to behave such that all the consequences would stop...

"I can move... if... if you, um... need to sit here..." she said awkwardly, pushing her short hair behind her ears with hands that were almost all the way inside the sleeves of her hoodie. She was already inching her way to the end of the seat, ready to make a hasty exit if he told her he did want her to leave. There was nothing on the table, so there was no bill to pay. She hadn't had any money to buy anything with in the first place. Swallowing hard, she looked up at the man, hoping this wasn't about to escalate into something uncomfortable.

[fasterthanmydemons]

[ Speedster of the Galaxy ]

Mantis smiled at Pietro’s excitement, though her eyes widened when he called her antennae cute. “Do you really think so?” she asked, lifting her gaze in an attempt to look at them. Even though compliments made her uncomfortable and shy, Mantis couldn’t bring herself to reject a compliment about her antennae; if she ever found others like her, she would probably compliment their antennae as well. “Oh, that is so nice of you to say. Thank you so much,” she said, giving a small nod. “I suppose they can sometimes give away what I am feeling or thinking.”

“Units,” Mantis said when Pietro asked what the currency was in space, smiling as they reached the marketplace. “Many planets use them as the main form of intergalactic currency. Come on!” Mantis started looking for everything Pietro listed. They seemed to get lucky, though. As soon as she explained the incident with the Flerken in an attempt to make small talk, some of the vendors proceeded to apologize profusely and offer them the supplies for free to make up for it. “Thank you! Thank you!” Mantis said and waved at them.

Her cheerful expression quickly disappeared and she held up a palm, as if to tell Pietro to wait. “Oh my God.” Despite how crowded the market was, a familiar energy reached her. Didn’t Quill say Kraglin was in the planet as well? Following the energy to its source, Mantis ran until she reached an alley. “Oh my God, Kraglin!”

Since he was unfamiliar with space, Pietro would see that Kraglin, who was sitting on the ground, looked like a human. But looks could be deceiving; Kraglin had a wound on his left arm, but he wasn’t bleeding red. He was bleeding blue.

“Hey, Mant. How’s it going?”

“Kraglin!” Kneeling next to him, Mantis placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

“Uh… me,” he admitted. “I still can’t control the Yaka arrow. T'was an accident.”

“You shot yourself with the Yaka arrow?!” Mantis cried out in disbelief.

“Yup. Wait ‘til Pete finds out. He’s gonna regret givin’ it to me. I failed him. I failed Yondu. I failed–” Kraglin cut himself off as he noticed Pietro. “Uh, hello. Uhh, Mantis, is he with you or am I seein’ things?”

“This is Pietro. He is now part of the team,” Mantis said as she helped Kraglin stand up. “Let’s get you to the ship, okay?” Since Kraglin was rather light, Mantis wanted to pick him up, but she paused and stopped before she could do so. People weren’t supposed to know she was half Celestial, and casually showing strength could give it away. “Pietro, help me, please.”

(I love the implication that if Pietro wasn’t there Mantis would absolutely carry Kraglin bridal style. And put him to sleep if he asks any questions. But since she’s a Celestial hybrid, her superhuman strength is limited - Kraglin just happens to be scrawny and easier to lift, but don’t worry Pietro, she won’t carry you… for now.)

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{ Hahahaha, the mental image of Mantis carrying anyone bridal style is just... too good. Also Pietro is like oh I dunno, being carried by Mantis might be kindof fun. He’s... weird, heh. In a good way, though. =) }

“I do, yeah!” Pietro said with a big, genuine grin. “They are very cute.” His smile only grew as Mantis tried to look up at her own antennae. It reminded him of babies or dogs going cross-eyed to see better when they got their noses booped. “You’re very welcome,” he then said, surprised that she took the compliment so well, since she hadn’t accepted some of his others that readily before. He wasn’t about to argue, though, because Mantis was a sweet person who deserved to be told all the kind, positive, and encouraging things in his opinion.

When she said her antennae sometimes indicated her emotions, Pietro nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, it seems like they do sometimes. Like... they perk up when you’re happy or excited or curious, and then droop little bit when you’re sad.” He realized he was rambling and suddenly became shy for a moment. “Is just what I have noticed so far,” he clarified. “Is like you have two sets of expressions. One on your face and one with your cute little antennae.”

“Units, okay,” he said with a nod, making a mental note of that. However, it didn’t help him much with actually purchasing anything. “I don’t have any units. That might be a problem,” he said, his lips pressing together as his hands found his hips. He thought he was going to have to find a solution - and quickly - to how broke he was, but Pietro was pleasantly surprised when everyone in the market was so generous. “It really was not that much of trouble to return the cat,” Pietro said, still not fully understanding what a Flerken even was. “Cat-alien-creature-thing,” he said, trying in vain to correct him. “But is nice that they are so apologetic.”

His anxiety with regard to feeling like he wasn’t providing well enough for Mr. Dibbles began to lessen with each new supply they knocked off his mental list. They had acquired pretty much everything he could think of that the turtle would need in the near future by the time Mantis raised her hand, causing Pietro to stop mid-stride, almost dropping a couple of the supplies. “What is it?” he asked, but then fell silent when he realized she was trying to use her powers to find something... or someone. He followed her as she did so, and when they finally reached the alley, all he saw was what looked like a human being... except for the fact that he was bleeding blue blood.

Since he didn’t know this guy, or really what the relationship between him and Mantis might be, Pietro was quiet while they talked, not wanting to interrupt. He divided his attention between the conversation and looking up and down the alleyway, just to be aware of his surroundings. One never did know, after all, and they were on a strange planet. Well... strange to him. 

“Hey,” Pietro said in a friendly manner, lifting his hand by way of greeting Kraglin when Mantis introduced him. When she looked like she wanted to help him back to their ship, though, Pietro sprung into action, moving all their purchases to one arm and going to help Kraglin with the other. Before he actually touched him, though, Pietro hesitated. “Is okay if I help you? Yeah?” he asked him first. He didn’t always want to be touched because of... various things that had happened to him in recent years, so he always appreciated when people warned him or asked permission first before doing so, especially if he didn’t know them very well. Because of that, he extended that thoughtfulness to others. Maybe Mantis could touch this person if they were already friends, but this guy didn’t know Pietro from a hole in the ground, so he wanted to make sure first.

[lolita-lollipop]

Yay! Requests are open!!! Can I request platonic yanderes demons Erasermic who both adore and are friends with this one human, and one day, she accidentally calls them "dad" but runs away in embarrassment while Mic and Aizawa are like "yay we're gonna adopt this kid" and they adopt her but Reader's so confused about what's going on and just wants to go home.

Hope that made sense!

Not This giving me ptsd about that one time I called my second grade teacher mom.

SOFT PLATONIC YANDERE DEMON ERASERMIC X READER

You didn’t mean to make friends with a bunch of demons… well. You kinda did, but you didn’t expect it to last long, you’d been kindof expecting one of them to all of a sudden lash out and splatter you across the dirt. Not that you would really hate that… but it still scares you. You’d just met them one day, wandering a little too far into the forest, exactly going against your mothers words. You didn’t even notice the line of salt you stepped over , too mesmerized by the trees, and how beautiful it all looked. It wasn’t until later, when you’d been morbidly lost, and heard some very unsettling screams from the nearby wooded areas.

And the idiot y/n you are, your immediate reaction was to check it out, go close to the imminent danger why don’t you. Really one of these days you’re gonna get killed because of it. Your life seems to have no meaning to you, and someone was clearly getting hurt.

So you ran, and you ran fast, towards whatever, whomever was making these noises. And you ran and you ran and ran and ran and ran. Just to be met with nothing, you’d reached the actual place of said noises, and nothing, no noises, no screams, no dying people, nothing. Which was almost a relief, but also, you’d just gotton yourself more lost.

“Oh? What’s this?” A figure behind you questioned, you jumped back quickly, pulling out the small pocketknife you carried with you, and turned around as fast as you could. Shivers went down your spine when you did. No one was there.

“What the hell… who- whos there” you hissed out, swiveling around with the junior, trying to make sure you hadn’t missed a blind spot, or catch the figure behind you. To no avail, it was like a blind cat chasing a nonexistent mouse, there was no one around, you were left wondering if this was all a hallucination.

“It looks like a little human? Doesn’t it. Now what’s a little thing like you doing all the way out here?” The figure piped up again, you couldn’t tel where it was coming from this time. It made your ears ring, it was coming from all around you. You left his question unanswered, they could see you through the trees. Through the sky’s, through the earth they were bound to. No one had ever been brave enough to come here, not since the banishing that took place thousands of years ago.

You didn’t smell of rage, of fury. You didn’t smell like you were here for revenge for your fallen brother, or father. You just smelled of fear, of confusion, of uncertainty. You were so small, you looked breakable, like many other humans though, so it wasn’t excessively special. But you- you felt so good, they could feel your body heat agaunts the crisp earth, could feel how you felt. You felt so familiar. And they couldn’t even point out why.

“Well that isn’t all that nice- ignoring me I mean. How about you come a little closer- we don’t bite” instead of doing hay he said, hou backed up, not exactly knowing which way “closer” was. Just to be tripped, by a very conveniently placed vine. On your way down you trapped a tree to stop your fall, only to do nothing but break some rope tied around it, you still fell hard.

The voices went absolutely silent for a moment. Then you heard a gasp, this time you could tel where it was from. Right behind you.

“That was certainly easy, now wasn’t it sweetheart?” It- no he spoke. You hadn’t realized there were two of them just by their voices , but now you could clearly see them. Not human, they weren’t human, there was absolutely no way. They were too beautiful, but it wasn’t youthful, or in any way mortal, it was an unsettling beauty, it looked like they were fake, lke they were nothing but hallucinations.

The yellow haired one smiled, more of a smirk than anything. And approached closer, you backed up alongside, only to be met in the back with trees that weren’t there before, you didn’t fall this time though, only stayed trap in the cage. No one had ever been able to break the bond, no one had ever been able to break that rope, no one had ever freed them. You were special, you were special. You weren’t powerful, yet you could break the one thing they never could. It has to be for a reason that tiny little you. You could remember this moment liek you could remember the back of your hand.

“Well. Darling… thanks for freeing us” the man- thing smiled, and frappes you hand, placing a little kiss to the top of it.

And from there… it’s history

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You put the apple in your mouth, tearing off its skin while the other two watched. They tee the apples, kept them sweet all throughout winter, and were currently tearing at you like an excited puppy wiat ting for praise. You chewed it for a moment, then smiled at them. Over the past few years youd gotton to know these two significantly well, their pasts, their lack of human contact for the past thousand years, their banishment from society during the witch trials. And they’d grown to both know, and like you. They’re ere right about their special instinct at first glance, you were special.

You were so young, so very young, just around .1 of both of their ages, you were small, and fragile, and young, yet you seemed so mature, you had a pure, kind, heart and never judged them for their inhumane origin. They lived that about you, they saw you as a baby, as a child that acted older than she was. Doesn’t mean they don’t respect you, after all, you were the one to free them from their cage on the earth.

You rammered on and on about your day outside the border, neither of them truly listened, human matters felt so minimal, but they feighned attention for you, they never even wanted you to leave here, that way they could always protect you, sometimes they would hold you until you fell asleep, just so you won’t leave them.

The two really hadn’t noticed you getting up from your spot; and trying to grab your bag, usually an indication that you were going to leave. You only kept your hiking stuff in that bag, meaning you were gonna start hiking away soon. It was caught on a root though. And wouldn’t budge, you pulled and pulled, losing sight of the long forgotten apple core.

“Hey dad? Can you help?” You questioned, not realizing what you had said. You just kept tugging on the backpack, almost ripping the straps in the process… wait… did you just call Aizawa dad? You coudlnt seem to remember, so you were just internally panicking at the fact.

Oh god

You did call him dad

Oh no

“Dad? Sweetheart- you know what- yeah I’ll help” he smiled at the name, humans call their fatherly figures “dad” or “daddy”, it was an odd tradition , but he found it oh so adorable. And god was it cute that you had finally thought of him as a fatherly figure. He knows about your past with your father, that man was not one of the good humans, in fact, Aizawa would kill him himself if he wasn’t already dead. The other demon, hizashi, just stared in awe, shocked at how calm Aizawa was.

Thsi is what they’d been working at! Treating you ever so tenderly, keeping you safe, protecting you! It was all for you! And now you reciprocate their feelings, fathers and daughter, parents and child, baby and father. It’s just so perfect!

You stood flustered for a moment, in that moment Aizawa came up behind you and yanked the bag off of the root, ripping one of the straps in the process. when you’d fully taken in the fact of what you’d just said, you turned red as a baboons butt, and snatched your bag from his hands. In your embarrassment you ran off on some random direction, frazzled at your state.

The moment you left, mic was jumping into hysterics. He paced around and flailed his arms, that was the sweetest, most adorable thing ever! You should’ve seen your face!

“OHMY ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GOD. DIS YOU HEAR THAT? she’s literally the most precious thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “

“You have to think though, how naive does she have to be to find fatherly affection… from two demons?”

“Pretty naive. Too naive. I think it’s gotton worse since we’ve met her, has she learned nothing from us?” He asked the rhetorical question, musing aloud about either your sheer innocence, or stupidity, likely the ladder. He soon hushed his mate, or, in human terms his husband, knowing you would what this. And get more embarrassed, he wasnt trying to make you feel ha did course! You we’re just so precious.

“She can’t go out alone. Not anymore- no not anymore” hizashi remarked, imagining the horrors that might befall you, you were stupid enough to trust a literal demon. The ones known for deceiving humans into sighing their lives away or some shit. You certainly weren’t tough enough to handle this cruel world, that’s why you need them!

“You’re right you’re right. Whaddya say? Nows as good a time as ever-“ Aizawa questioned, imagining you arriving to your home now, all flustered and bundled up,cute. He’s waited years and years to have a someone, someone to take care of instead of murder, or bring pain to, or deceive. Both him and his husband have waited so long for this. So very long. With a small flick of his finger, and a cloak around their shoulders, the two prepared to take their first steps in a very long time… outside of the barriers.

Not for nothing, not to burn down the town next door. But to retrieve you, and take you here, make you theirs.

Forever

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I’m really sorry that this sucks so bad, I’m trying to get over a writing block right now. I know it’s really bad

Thank you for requesting! And reading! It was a little hard for me to write since I didn’t really know what to do but I hope this turned out okay!

Have a great day today’s goodbye!

[freewillacquired]

@mxrvelouscreations

​Alone, Nemesis had felt like a gross monster no one would ever want to look at, much less travel with. But with Alice, he felt unstoppable. The two of them together were a team to be reckoned with, and he knew there weren't too many folks that'd want to mess with them. Not... if they had any intelligence, anyway. Which unfortunately ruled out the undead.

Nemesis actually didn't find the undead to be that much of a problem, though, even if he was alone. With him already being infected, it wasn't like he could get more infected. So cracking a few skulls with his bare hands or tentacles was an easy enough way to dispose of the undead. It wasn't the most preferable method as far as grossness factor, but it saved ammunition and things.

"Suttlies, yeah..." Nemesis said, or tried to say. The word "supplies" eluded him. "Dut I don't think... any sur-thi-thors... will want ny helt." Help wasn't the first thing they usually thought of when they saw him. They were too busy screaming. Or shooting at him. Or running. "Unless... you did... the talk-ing." Maybe. But it was still a long shot, Nemesis supposed.

"We can a-gree... to dis-a-gree... on that," he said. Of course he needed to thank her. Alice didn't have to be nice to him, or stay with him. Even if he wasn't a nasty mutated mess, she didn't even know him very well before all that. She wasn't obligated to him in any way. But she still cared. Because that's the kindof person Alice was. To Nemesis, that deserved much more than just a plain thank you, but since she was a tough cookie who was averse to praise, it would have to do for now.

"Let's go, then," he said, waving his arm for her to follow him. A couple of his tentacles replicated the motion of his arm, as if imitating him. Maybe his thoughts had influenced them in that moment. Stomping down the road, Nemesis retraced his earlier steps back to the rundown little motel. It was a small place that, quite honestly, probably wasn't that great even before the apocalypse. But he knew it was clear because he'd cleared it himself, and there was value in that.

"The wa-ter... still works... in sone oth the rooms..." he explained. "So you can get... washed ut... ith you want." Nemesis had tried to wash a bit, but... that was damn near impossible with his thick, bulbous, stiff body that was too bulky with mutated muscle to be flexible at all. He couldn't get his leather harness off, and even if he could, he doubted a little water and soap was going to help very much. But he was sure Alice would want a shower or something, so he was happy to have hooked her up with that.

(For dead man walking verse?)

“Matt?! How did you- I thought you were dead. I saw you- I’m so sorry..” (Alice; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Was... Was that... Alice? Nemesis stopped where he was and watched her. It looked like Alice, and more importantly, it felt like Alice. He could feel the T-virus inside him doing backflips with excitement. His tentacles started flailing around like idiots. He beat them back behind him.

"It's... o-kay... Ah-liss..." he said. How could she have known he'd survive stopping a helicopter with his face? And of course, a nuclear blast. There was also that. He didn't blame her for anything. She was just as much of a victim of Umbrella as he was. "I'n glad... you nade it out... oth the ci-ty..." he said sincerely.

"You want... sone cookies?" he offered, almost comically slipping off a large camping backpack that was stuffed with supplies. Water bottles, canned food, anything he might need. And yes, cookies. "They're on-ly... a little dit stale," he said, reaching into the backpack and holding up a package of Chips Ahoy.

[redheadsinmybed]

Love is like a blanket

Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha want to get you a gift. What will happen when a crazy old woman tries to stop them from getting you the perfect gift???

Notes: Back again! Hi guys, just so you know if you are enjoying this series that you can find me on Archive Of Our Own by the same username I have here, and feel free to leave a comment! Anyways hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!!

Wanda and Natasha wanted to get you something as a ‘were an established couple’ gift. Currently they are out shopping at the mall.

Natasha wanted to get you something that you could always have. Not anything like chocolates and roses that will be gone in the first week.

Wanda wanted to get you something that you could actually use. Not like a picture frame that all you do is look at.

They’ve been through 3 stores now not finding anything that caught their eyes. They were about to give up when Wanda spotted something.

It was a light sage green queen sized blanket.

“Hey, look at that,” she said to Natasha pointing at the blanket.

“Oh my god! That’s perfect, she will absolutely love it.” Wanda and Natasha knew your favorite color was green. It reminded you of their eyes. They thought that it was adorable how you loved their eyes so much.

Wanda was walking into the store going to grab the blanket when an old women grabbed it first and put it in her cart.

Now Wanda wasn’t one to be a karen, but if it was concerning you, hell yeah she’d be a karen.

“Excuse me ma’am, I was just about to grab that,” she said pointing to the blanket. The old women just stood there ignoring Wanda.

“Ma’am?” Wanda said louder. Damn masks. The old bat finally looked at her.

“Hi, I was just wondering if I could have that blanket. I was about to grab it when you did first,” Wanda says calmly. Natasha walks in seeing that Wanda is talking to the women who had their blanket.

“That’s too bad you should’ve grabbed it before me,” the old women says.

“Please me and my girlfriend have been looking everywhere for something like that,” Natasha says. The woman just looks at them blankly.

“Do you have kids?” Wanda asks her.

“No”

“Oh okay, look we can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” Wanda says. Natasha pulls her away for a minute.

“What are you going to do, kill her?” Natasha asks.

“No, I was just going to rough her up a bit,” Wanda responds.

“That’s not the way to do this,” Nat says.

“I know it’s just that, that blanket is perfect. And I want to make Y/N happy,” Wanda says as she smiles. Imagining your smile when they give you the blanket. Her smile quickly fades as she knows the old lady won’t give her the blanket. She hangs her head in defeat.

“Hey,” Natasha says as she takes Wanda’s face by her chin lifting her head up.

“Look at me,” Natasha says. Wanda looks up at her with tears in her eyes.

“Y/N will be happy, no matter what because she has the best mama in the world.” Natasha says taking her thumb and wiping Wanda’s tears away. Wanda gives her a small smile, knowing that you will be happy no matter what.

Wanda softly kisses Natasha.

“Thank you,” she says. Wanda and Natasha walk hand and hand away from the store. Until they’re approached by a 20 something.

“Hey, hi i’m Sharon. I saw you talking to my mom, sorry she was so mean to you guys. She was going to get the blanket for me, but I overheard your conversation. You guys have a kid right?” Sharon asked them.

Sharon had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was about 6 feet tall. And Tasha thought she knew her from somewhere.

“Yes, well no, kindof. She’s a little, but she’s also our girlfriend. We are her caregivers.”

“Wow that’s awesome, I have a little of my own. Her name is Maria.” And then it hit her. The person she was talking to was

“Sharon Carter?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah… that’s me.”

“I’m Natasha and this is Wanda, we are friends of Steve Rogers.” Natasha said.

“Oh really, that’s awesome! Anyways I just wanted you to have the blanket. I know that your little will love it.” She said as she handed over the blanket to Wanda.

“Wow, are you sure?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah, I don’t need it Maria and I have like 12 blankets that we don’t use.” Sharon explained.

“Thank you,” Wanda said, awkwardly hugging Sharon.

“Maybe Maria and you can come over to the compound sometime to play with Y/N. She doesn’t have any other littles that are girls there,” Natasha says.

“Yeah Maria would love that,” Sharon says

“I have to go, but tell Steve I said hi. He has my number, text me if you want to set that up.”

“Yeah definitely, thank you again.” Wanda said.

“Yeah anytime.” Sharon left and Wanda and Natasha held hands while walking out to the car.

You were sitting in the living room. Scrolling through tiktok wondering when your girlfriends were going to get home. They’ve been gone for 4 hours now and you miss them.

As if on cue Wanda and Natasha come into the living room with a single shopping bag.

“Really? You were gone for 4 hours and you have 1 shopping bag” you exclaim.

“Glad to see you too,” Tasha says sarcastically. You smile.

“I am very glad to see you, but next time you exclude me from a shopping trip at least get more than one bag full.” You say, Natasha gives you a kiss and sits next to you on the couch. Wanda comes over and does the same sitting on the other side of you.

“What did you get anyways?” You ask curious to see what is in the bag.

“Well we wanted to get you something, sort of as a ‘this is an established relationship’ gift.” Wanda says handing you the bag.

When you pull the item out you squeal happily. It’s a sage green queen sized blanket.

“It’s the same color as your guyses eyes!!! I love it, I absolutely love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You say enthusiastically. You get up and hug each of them, giving them a kiss too.

“You really didn’t have to do that, but I’m so glad you did. OOOOO!!! This can be our love blanket!!!” You say excitedly. Wanda and Nat chuckle at how hyped you are about a blanket.

You get the blanket out of its packaging and sit back down on the couch. You put the blanket over Wanda and Natasha making sure it covered each of them equally. With you in the middle and Wanda and Nat on either side of you you snuggle up into them and sigh happily.

“I love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

[lucyslovelies]

hi queen could you write me a scott x straight female who has freckles and wears a yellow top and likes seth rogen movies reader? i'll pay you

Thank you so much for requesting anon! I'd be more than happy! Sorry for the delay, I was recently court ordered to psychiatric evaluation but I just got out!

Scott x Reader

Scott Dustler walked out of the cabin. It was a sunny morning on Wawanakwa island, and the first day of the competition. After All-Stars Chris suddenly had revealed a loophole in six contestant's contracts that contracted them for another season, though Scott didn't know who else was there, since he had mysteriously arrived alone.

A rustling in a bush nearby distracted the skinny cute ginger and he turned to see Dakota, a blonde airhead who was obsessed with attention and fame (AN: In this AU I decided that the ROTI ending is non-canonical. I will make a separate post about my personal headcanon for the true ending if asked). She was covered in scratches, mud and sticks and looked mad. "Scott?" she asked. "I got dropped off in the middle of the woods for christs sake! Chris couldnt even bring me to the docks... how did you get here?"

"The boat, same as always. No one else was on board through.... do you know who else is on the island?"

"Yes... Heather Smith is here, and so is Noah Lonnie. But those are the only returning contestants... the other two are new" Dakota smiled.

"Wow, new contestants already?" Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, one boy and one girl" Dakota laughed.

"Fresh meat huh... their in for a real surprise when they get here" Scott muttered.

Suddenly a noise happened from anothr bush, this time it was across the way though. Heather Smith tumbled out, her long black hair tied into a bun at the tope of her head. She was newly 18 and looked the part, which made the pictures falling out of her coat even more mysterious, since they appeared to be a small boy. Pehaps her nephew? Scott thought.

"Hi Heather" Dakota said. she was being friendlier than usual, so Sxott thought about using her in an alliance. However he shrugged it off and turned away.

"Whos that?" she pointed to the pictures.

"Uhhh, that's my boyfriend duh" Heather spit on Dakota. Scott was about to take a look when another person emerged from the forest. It was Noah.

"Cody Anderson, remember?" he rolled his eyes sarcastically and a bit gayly, Scott thought. "Theyve been dating since like world tour"

Heather crossed her arms but her eyes were dreamy as she thought of her boyfriend. He expression made Scott's tummy hurt as he thought about his last ex, Courtney, who had dumped him to be with his old friend Mike...

A tear came to his eye which was very unmanly so Scott flicked it away.

"Where are teh new contestants?" Dakota said.

"I saw one earlier it looked like a girl but I could hardly tell" Heather replied

"What do you mean?" Scott asked

"Well the hair was all brown and messy and short enough to either be a boy or a girl, a little androgynous if you ask me. It had freckles too, lots of them... I hate that look" Heather explained.

"Really?" Scott inquired.

"Yeah" Noah added. "And I saw a boy too with curly brown hair... he was kindof cute too... wait, I meant-"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Ignore him. hes just a silly little gayboy"

"Heather that's kindof homophobic..." Dakota muttered but Heather ignored her and did her makeup.

Scott didnt add in (he knew Heather was right, but as a bi sexual he was still offended) because he was thinking about the girl heater described... it sounded almost like Courtney, except the part about the androgyny.

Suddenly another sound came from behind them. everyone jumped but it was just a boy and a girl emerging from the wilderness. The girl was just like Heather had described, except she was wearing a bright yellow crop top under a pair of overall jeans with white sneakers. her hair was a bit tousled by the wind and she had freckles too, but her eyes were green instead of brown like courtney's. the boy said something first.

"h-hey everyone... I'm mickey and this is my sister y/n" he said sounding nervous. "we're triplets but our brother Jay is in the hospital with pneumonia so only we could come"

"Siblings" Heather aske.d she looked sweet but she was like a snake, Scott could tell she was figuring out that the two mjstve had an alliance already. Scott was not unsure of that himself.

"Hi everyone, I'm y/n" the girl said, holding out her hand for Scott to shake. he accepted it and noticed her firm grip and rough hands- it was lmost like shed been raised on a farm. she wasnt like any other girl on the island so far and scott wasn't sure what to think of that yet....

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