#(Sorry for not specifing I couldn't decide which muse to start with but I wanted to break the ice and rp with you!)

[sinfulumbra]

@beginngsining continued from here

Alucard typically wasn’t one to indulge in this specific type of carnal pleasure. But sometimes he couldn’t help but enjoy the simple things in life, such as plowing his cock deep inside of this woman he had encountered. The sounds of his skin slamming against her’s as he pinned her down was incredibly erotic. And the way she clinged to him only further ignited the feral desire inside of him. He was upon her like an animal and he wanted to earn as much noise from her as possible.

[no-m4gic]

Hi there! Can I get the THH girls, more specifically Kirigiri, Fukawa, Celestia, and Mukuro or Junko with a S/O who's the Ultimate Forensic Anthropologist like Temperence Brennan from the TV show Bones? Like, that's such an amazing talent and profession. Finding how someone died, and who they were in life, and even potential suspects from just bones and how they look. I mean Brennan can even find out stuff about living people just by watching how they move or sit cause of how one's bones effect that. Plus it's an amazing skill/talent to have in a killing game

ooo interesting, thanks for requesting muse!

honestly i only know what a anthropologist is... had to research about forensic anthro, so it might be off but i'm learning <3

btw i did lil scenarios- sorry if this isn't what you wanted! i was inspired off some ao3 works

also i know i said no posts but my tuition ended earlier than intended so i decided to complete a random request chosen by ~de wheel~

this is GN S/O btw!

warnings ;; corpses, decomposed bodies and body parts (aka bones), mentions of murder, s/o angst with toko's part, junko executing everyone in her part

keys: r/p/n = random person name s/n = sibling name

~ mod sitaya

KYOKO, TOKO AND JUNKO W/ AN ULTIMATE FORENSIC ANTHROPOLOGIST S/O

(non-despair AU)

Praise // Kyoko + Ult Forensic Anthropologist GN S/O

your current situation was this: you were standing next to one of the top detectives, kyoko kirigiri, was surrounded by a bunch of officers while the skull and several teeth of a human laid in front of you. though right now it was kyoko's turn with the single notepad provided, you were carefully analyzing the remains. suddenly something sparked in your head. pulling out the crumpled picture of the suspected victim, r/p/n, you traced over the shape of his skull with your pen, looking at the one in front of you then the picture. "guys, i've figured it out. these remains belong to r/p/n," you announced, folding the picture neatly into a small square before shoving it into your pocket again. "good job, s/o. now all we have to do is look for r/p/n's killer," kyoko stated, in which you nodded in response. inside, you felt proud and a tad bit excited because the top detective, which you may or may not have been competing with, had just praised you. (bonus points if you have a praise kink)

(despair AU, takes place in UDG, except komaru doesn't exist)

Blood // Toko + Ult Forensic Anthropologist GN S/O

"s-s/o! don't leave me b-behind! there's b-blood a-and dead bodies!" toko fukawa, your partner-in-crime, quickly caught up to you after you'd ditched her to check on a peculiar decomposed corpse. "wait, fukawa. this body has a weird aura to it," you lifted your hand up to a "wait" gesture, squatting down to get a closer inspection of the remains. "s/o! just b-because you're the ultimate forensic a-anthropologist doesn't mean y-you have t-to inspect every s-single body you r-run pass!" toko stuttered angrily out before grabbing the back of your shirt's collar in an attempt to drag you away from the body. "toko! i'm trying to focus, the more you interrupt, the longer i'll take," that wasn't necessarily true since you could focus in almost any environment, especially noisy ones. however that didn't mean you liked to study or do something in noisy and unsuitable environments. toko waited impatiently for you, occasionally turning left, right and behind to see if any ghosts were about to grab her shoulders. "wait. is this..." you started to panic, and grabbed the hand's bone with your own gloved one. "t-this is s/n... this is them, i know it, this... was this..." tears started to well up in your eyes as you squeezed the hand of your sibling. "s-s/o? are you okay? w-what happened?" you couldn't form a sentence, no matter how much you tried, so all you did was shake your head. "s/o..." toko knelt down and pulled you into a tight hug.

(despair AU, takes place in Trigger Happy Havoc)

Looks // Junko + Ult Forensic Anthropologist GN S/O

"you guys have to figure out whom this corpse belongs to, or else... it's punishment time! pupupupu!" monokuma explained, of course ending it off with his signature, evil laugh. you looked around at everyone, them doing the same. you hadn't told anyone in the killing game your ultimate and had lied about being the ultimate toymaker instead. though you were nervous about revealing to everyone you'd lied about your talent, it was an emergency. if you guys didn't find out whose corpse that was, you'd all be punished. quickly making your way to the skeleton, everyone stared at you, clearly confused. after a few minutes of you analyzing and scanning the hard tissue, you suddenly broke the tense silence by announcing your conclusion. "these bones belong to the ultimate pop sensation, sayaka maizono," everyone looked at you, different faces with different expressions, most shocked and confused and some amused. "how did you know s/o?" celeste questioned with a menacingly sweet tone, "i just knew. monokuma, our final guess is sayaka maizono," you made a weak attempt to dodge celeste's, and probably everyone else's question. "bingo! give that student a prize! they've guessed it correctly!" you all jumped at the voice at the door of the assembly hall. it was... junko enoshima? hadn't she been impaled by the spears of gungnir? "yyeeeeaaa... sooooo... since y'know s/o carried this whole trial... you all, but s/o will be executed! it's punishment tiiiiiime!" junko laughed, taking everyone by surprised yet again. "you're the fucking mastermind?!!" mondo screamed, appalled. "of couursee, why wouldn't i be? i'm the smartest, most sexiest, most beautiful person here! would you like those to be your final words?" you couldn't believe what you were seeing or hearing or witnessing. you couldn't even move. was this how... everything was going to end?

i wrote an unequal amount of lines and words for each of them. sorry if the scenarios got a little ooc!

[weresilver]

Whoop, here we are on part 2. I was a little too impatient to wait until Tuesday, but updates are supposed to be weekly so I can write a little bit ahead. Keeping a regular schedule is tough, y'all. [Part 1] – [Part 3]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 2

A chance meeting

He might have never been interested in anything physical, but he had eyes, and people watching was always entertaining. Sometimes, that led to watching specific people. Sometimes, those specific people took issues with his watching.

(Sometimes, some rare times, people didn't seem to mind it, much. Sometimes, it even seemed they agreed with what he had to say. It's how he ended up with the current iteration of Corroded Coffin, beyond their shared interests.)

And Eddie would notice things. He had noticed his mom stopped fighting against his father's verbal and emotional abuse, so he started doing it instead. He had noticed that some of the things he heard at school were pretty close to shit his father used to say, and Eddie simply refused to be anything like him.

It was a lot easier to be loud about shit when he realized that not everyone could be. His mom, Gareth, and that one kid he found in the school parking lot in his sophomore year. It brought the attention onto him, but he handled Richard Munson just fine, right?

He'd never expected anyone to come to his defense; loud and opinionated metalhead that decided being different actually made more sense? Yeah, right. He wasn't even considering the fact he lived in the trailer park with his uncle.

(No offense to Wayne, of course, the man knew what most of the town thought about them. He just repeatedly urged Eddie to stay safe.)

Eddie, though, was the protector of his little group; drawing attention to himself then running with it, often literally. He could take a punch or two. Had taken quite a few in this school year already.

He had taken a couple of punches just now, so Grant, newcomer to Hellfire that he was, could get home unhurt.

"Hey!" The next punch never came, and Eddie looked up to see Jackass of The Week being pulled away by none other than King Steve himself. "That's enough, get out of here."

Eddie frowned, but neither the Jackass nor Harrington were looking at him; Steve was simply staring the guy down. At least it wasn't anyone from Hargrove's little group, this whole mess would've gone oh so well…

A soft touch to his arm startled him out of his musings as Steve started moving and taking Jackass with him, and he crossed his arms over his chest on instinct.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry!" The girl next to him exclaimed. The hallway was pretty much empty after Steve left, save for a few stragglers that were doing a terrible job of not watching them. She grimaced and added, "I didn't mean to startle you, or anything."

Eddie shook his head and glanced around. He prided himself in paying attention to the people around him, but he couldn't think of a reason why sophomore cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham would be talking to him.

"Here." She held out a tissue, offering a small smile. "You got, uh..." She grimaced once Eddie took the tissue, and gestured to his face. "You're bleeding."

And yeah, okay, he could feel the sting now that everything was calm once more. He turned to Chrissy with a faint smile, pressing the tissue to his lip and trying not to wince. It could've been worse, but the split lip was going to be annoying anyway.

"Thanks."

Her smile widened, and she was quick to say goodbye after that. Something about cheerleading practice, "not that I think you'd know much about it," but it was said without malice. It sounded somewhat like I know it's not something you're interested in and that's okay. Like I listen, actually.

Realizing, later, that Chrissy Cunningham did listen, and even seemed to consider some of the things he'd said?

It was refreshing.

Which made seeing the downward spiral that much worse.

[milkytheholy1]

What’s up, Doc?

Request: Hey! I have an idea for a gender neutral rottmnt one shot, and this one gives you a lot of freedom, here's the prompt: *

*laughs* "Its not funny! I'm supposed to be mad at you!" *

Because this always happens to me lol Yn has a crush on Mikey or Leo, if you please, also I dont know if its dumb but you dont have to do it :) but if you do, please take your time I really love your stories ❤

A/N: Howdy, sorry it took me so long to get to your request, I've been busy with Apocalyptic love. Anywho, I've been watching a lot of Looney Tunes recently and couldn't help but mention it...or base a fic around it....but I just wanna point out how much Rise Leo reminds me of Bugs Bunny. I also may have made a small adjustment to the prompt just so it fit the story a little better. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

TMNT masterlist

Ultimate masterlist

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It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy. All week Leo had been quoting Bugs Bunny to you, his favourite lines being: "what's up, Doc?" and "ain't I a stinker."

It drove you mad, not because he was quoting said rabbit but because he was doing it at times which often led to a fight, whether that be with his brothers or the criminals of New York. It had all started after you watched The Looney Tune show with Mikey in the lair, you had claimed that you had grown up with the brand and thought the brothers would like it. You said that Donnie would like the smart humour, Raph would like the cartoon violence, Mikey would like the slapstick humour and Leo...

Well, you weren't entirely certain what specific thing he would enjoy, possibly the characters? It didn't really matter anyway, Leo was sat in his room sulking because you begged him to watch it and when he said 'no' Mikey took his place. Of course, you would love Leo unconditionally and no one had your heart quite like he did, but it was fun to hang out with his brothers once in a while.

You cheered away at the screen with Mikey laughing beside you, content in the child-like laughter that echoed around the lair. You had moved on from The Looney Tune Show, considering it had a limited run, and opted to show Mikey some of your favourite skits from the brand. You were both currently watching the duck hunting sketch, Elmar and Daffy are in an all-out war while Bugs watches from the side with a smirk. Leo had grumbled at the sound of your laughter from his room, folded in on himself as he mumbled away "I should be making (Y/N) laugh like that, not some dumb rabbit."

He grew annoyed that a cartoon could make you happier than he could, instead of voicing his concern, he decided to do his research. Leo spent a full hour searching up things about the bunny boy, in a sense, wanting to know what made him tick and why you liked the character so much. Thus, this led to the constant quoting of the character whenever you were with each other. After a few days, Leo saw that his plan wasn't working, the quotes just weren't enough. He grew so far as to start chomping down on a carrot whenever he could, embodying the spirit of Bugs.

You applauded him you really do, but you wanted your boyfriend back, not a turtle mimicking a rabbit. You were stood in the kitchen just browsing through the Hamato fridge for anything to cook, the rumbling of your stomach making it very apparent how hungry you were. With your head in the fridge, you couldn't necessarily see what was happening behind you, but you didn't need to. You could feel his presence from a mile away, the slight clang of his hand banging onto the fridge as he leant against it. Pulling away from the racks of refrigerated delights, you met his eyes.

"What's up, Doc?" he mused, his teeth gazing the carrot. It amused you more when Raph revealed to you how much Leo despised eating carrots, used to have toddler tantrums all the time when Splinter said he needed to eat them; held a grudge against them because he couldn't see in the dark. You held back a smirk, taking in his cocky form, Leo's palm was laying flat against the fridge, feet crossed over one another and he continued to timidly bite the carrot.

You were meant to be mad at him, wanting to tell him to quit this act and just be himself again, but you couldn't. The way he presented himself made you want to cry with laughter, it warmed your heart in a way to see him try so hard to please you. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I would like my boyfriend back, please," you begged with a grin.

“I bet you say that to all the wabbits.” He tried his hardest to keep the accent, but even Leo couldn't control the grin breaking out across his face. You pulled your face into a frown, brows furrowed as he continued to nibble the carrot. His face contorted when he bit too much, trying his best not to gag at the taste. You couldn't keep the laughter from tumbling out of you, clutching the depths of your stomach as you rolled laughing, "Stop being funny! I'm supposed to be mad at you!" you cried.

Seeing you in tears finally made Leo break, his laugher soon indistinguishable from your own. Throwing the carrot in the trash, he stuck his head under the tap and guzzled as much water as he could, turning back to face you, he shook his tongue like a dog "You don't know how hard it was to eat that monstrosity." he joked. You stepped closer to the red-eared slider, wrapping your arms around his neck, "My poor wittle turtle," you cooed.

Leo's face bloomed a bright shade of pink, wrapping his arms around your waist, he brought his cheek against your head. "So you don't want to date Bugs Bunny?" he asked, his tone full of insecurities. You pulled back from him with force, staring at him in the eyes with a bemused look, "What? No, ew, of course not! He's just a character I like, dummy." Leo's mouth formed an 'O' as realisation kicked in, he began to nervously chuckle.

"Besides, you're waaaay funnier, Doc." you teased, trailing a finger up his plastron. You smacked your lips against his, Leo huffed at the impact but happily obliged. Pulling away, he smirked at you, eyes half-lidded, "Gee, ain't I a stinker?" he mused back, tugging on your hand as he led you to his room.

[munsons-maiden]

So sorry if your not taking any requests but what would laszlo be like with a teen son/daughter?

No worries, my requests are open and I loved writing this 🥰 I couldn't decide if it should be a son or a daughter so I wrote two different drabbles. I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none, just fluff. In the first drabble, there’s no reader mentioned. The reader in the second drabble (Laszlo with a teenage son) is female and the child’s mother, but she’s only briefly mentioned.

Laszlo with a teenage daughter:

Laszlo had been pacing the hallway for the better part of the afternoon, fidgeting with the buttons on his suit jacket. He was nervous. No, he was anxious.

Someone cleared their throat and tore him from his thoughts. Laszlo glanced up, at his daughter standing at the top of the staircase, the skirts of her stunning new evening gown rustling as she descended the stairs. How time had fled, Laszlo wondered. It felt only like yesterday when he’d read fairy tales to her at night – and now here she was, the secrets of womanhood already glimmering in her eyes, a serene smile gracing her features which had always been smeared with chocolate when she’d been little. How long will she still need me? Laszlo tried to avoid the thought, but he couldn’t help it.

“You look lovely, my darling,” he finally said, his voice suddenly rough with pent up emotions. Her answering smile filled his heart with warmth, and he reached out his strong left hand for her to take and lead her down the last of the steps.

“My little princess has become a queen,” Laszlo mused, “And it all happened so fast.”

Usually, he wasn’t prone to spill tears, but he could already feel their sting in the corners of his eyes.

“Promise me to be careful”, he said, “And to be home at eleven, do you hear me? Cyrus will be there with the carriage should you want to leave early, and if one of the boys will start making advances which exceed the propriety of dancing –“

“Daddy!”, she finally interrupted, “It’s only a dance. With tea. You act as if I was off to accompany John to one of his establishments.”

“How do you even know about John’s visits in these establishments?”

“He’s your best friend and he doesn’t exactly keep it a secret, don’t you think?”, she quipped, eyebrows raised, “So if any of the boys will behave indelicately towards me, I will just tell him that my father is busy enough to hunt murderers and would not be amused to start hunting unwelcome suitors as well.”

At this, Laszlo chuckled. Yes, she would be fine. Probably it should be the boys Laszlo should show concern about – the girl was as obstinate as her father, he thought proudly, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I know you’re scared to lose me, dad”, she said quietly and pulled him into a hug, nestling her head in the crook of his neck like she’d done since she was a toddler, “But I promise you won’t. Never. I’ll always be your little girl.”

  Laszlo with a teenage son:

Laszlo glanced over the top of his newspaper, to where his son had been sitting – unusually quiet – and pouring over a piece of paper. It didn’t look like he had written anything in the time he’d been sitting there, and Laszlo began to worry. It started to look a lot like one of the hysterical breakdowns his patients sometimes suffered. He finally placed the newspaper on the table and came to sit beside his son.

“Whatever is the matter with you today?”, he asked softly, tilting his head.

“Homework.”

Laszlo could barely suppress a chuckle. “My dear son, I have never seen you so devastated and desperate over your studies.”

The boy let out a deep sigh. “Fine. It’s…a girl. From school.”

Oh. Oh.

Now it was Laszlo who was getting nervous, and he glanced about, wondering how he could manage this conversation. People suffering with mental illnesses, he understood. People in general, and everything concerning the art of courting specifically, he never understood and never would. He cleared his throat.

“Is she beautiful?”, he tried.

His son nodded, an absent gaze shimmering in his eyes as he stroked his chin. It was the same gesture Laszlo always caught himself in whenever he was lost in thought, and he smiled at the subtle similarities between his son, this boy who’d grown into a young man so fast, and himself. Was it nature, he wondered, which carried these subtle similarities over generations with genetics as her messenger, just like it was the case with the colour of eyes? Or was it nurture – patterns of behaviour the offspring noticed and copied on a deeper level of subconscious? He stopped himself from getting washed away by a wave of his own thoughts.

“How did you court mom?”, his son finally asked, and this time, Laszlo couldn’t suppress a small laugh.

“I think it took her a few months to even notice that I actively tried to court her”, he smiled at the thought of how he’d grown desperate over the span of those months, thinking his efforts to woo you had gone unheard when, in reality, they had only gone unnoticed. “So, obviously, we can deduce that my attempts to courting were rather deficient,” he snickered. He would remember to let you tell the story that night during dinner, you always had a lot of fun reminiscing about Laszlo’s awkward attempts to woo you.

“But how did you do it then, dad? She married you. It could not have been that deficient.”

“Well, there was friendship first, before I told her I was in love with her.”

His son only stared at him, a frown on his features.

“What I’m trying to say,” Laszlo continued, “Is that love is not only about swooning and sharing kisses and exchanging love letters. Love is just as much about respect and companionship. Listen to what she has to say. Treat her with respect. That’s the best advice I could give you in these matters, I’m afraid. If you require assistance with finishing this love letter in front of you, though, I fear I would do more harm than good – you should wait for your mother to be home and ask her to help you with it, if you like. We all know I’m no poet.”

The two of them laughed, and Laszlo felt joy at the thought that, even if some things were passed on to the next generation – be it by nature or nurture – not everything was. Unlike his own parents, Laszlo had turned out to be a good parent, a good father, he knew that. And he was grateful for it.

My requests are open for Laszlo Kreizler x reader and Zemo x reader 🖤

[thatonecitykid]

I bet on Losing

Hey everyone! Sorry this is so sad.. was already crying so might as well make everyone else cry.This takes place after Endgame but during the same time as Far From Home. Listen to "I Bet on Losing Dogs" by Mitski for the full experience. Word Count: 2517. Have fun angels :)

Peter had finally left for his class trip, Pepper and Morgan had gone to spend their summer in Malibu, the remaining avengers were either in space or had completely disappeared from your life. Here you were after five years of your life had evaporated, and after all this time you had to play your fathers role for all the remaining avengers. You hadn't had the opportunity to cry when you first learned about what had happened. You couldn't cry at the funeral, not because you did not want to, but because you felt as if your father wouldn't want to see it. No one wanted to leave you alone, but after months of trying to dig some type of emotion out of you they had assumed that the death and slow disappearance of your makeshift avenger family had unaffected you.

You finally had the opportunity to exist alone. You had also finally mustered up the strength to visit secluded cabin your father had lived in for the last five years of his life. Although you had been given the keys immediately after the funeral, something about visiting the area made you feel uneasy. Not necessarily creeped out but just as if you did not belong, after all it was something your father invested in after you had already blipped away for several months.

You drove up to the cabin alone, slowly unlocking the door as if to not start or whoever may be inside. Before even entering the cabin, it looks clean, you assume that Pepper has had people cleaning constantly to maintain the cabin. It made sense, it was something she's cherished. You stepped into the cabin slowly and began to look around. The walls were lined with framed pictures of Morgan, family pictures of Pepper, your dad, and Morgan, and random posters and vintage albums. Although you were not the one to complain about it, having no evidence of your existence in the main areas of the home caused your heart dropped. As you wandered through the kitchen and the main family room, there is no evidence of Tony's life prior to the blip, just a somewhat normal family of three.

You decide to wander to the basement area, leaving the office and bedroom spaces upstairs for later. There was a large sitting area that you assumed they watched movies in. There was also a playroom painted pink featuring all sorts of gadgets very similar to those you grew up with that Tony had made for you. Towards the back hall of the basement, it was a glass door to your father's workshop area. You open the door gently and made your way in.

Despite looking like somewhat of a mess, you knew that behind the madness there was a method. You could tell that although your dad left in a hurry, things were placed in specific spots very similarly to how he did in every other one of his workshops. You walked towards his swiveling chair, noticing a metal box with a button on the worktable. You press the button and jump back as a life-size hologram of your father appeared in the room. He began

"Hi Pepper. My love, my muse, my boss. If you are listening to this then I did the one thing you have always told me not to do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the worry I've put you through, and I am sorry for taking myself away from you. I was a gift wasn't I. You've already seen another version of this message, but it never hurts to see your face again my darling."

The tears in your eyes begin to form, not because you had not expected to see your father. At this point you had already seen the message he had left after the funeral; It was only really meant for Pepper and Morgan, never addressing you.. At the funeral you refused to enter the cabin but as you watched the message while standing outside, Happy looked over at you with remorse but you kept a straight face again. Who were you to complain at your dead dad's funeral? Yet this message radiated the same energy.

As the second portion of the message began to play tears began to fall faster. It almost feels like an out of body, sure your dad had taken up different kids during your time growing up, but this message made you feel as If you had been completely replaced. Although it felt like a dumb theory there was no evidence as to your existence prior to Morgan.

"Hello my little scientist. How's my favorite person. Daddy is really sorry I can't be there right now. Be a trooper and hug you mom for me real quick. Now you must be surprised because I'm supposed to be the strongest dad in the world but let me tell you kid, sometimes crazy things happen when put on the ironman helmet. My little minion I love you 3000. My love for you is infinite. You have been and will forever be daddy's best friend."

Here you were crying over a child who had also lost her father, filled with jealousy over the fact that you father had chosen her and failed to consider your return but had prepared for Peter's return, still had projects waiting for Harley, and had in fact set up a stable plan for Morgan's future. At this point you were sobbing, what had all felt like a bad nightmare and jumping to conclusions had started to feel way too real. This emotion was even stronger than when you watched footage from your father suit as the snap happened, this emotion felt like a stab in the back.

Maybe he never loved me.

You tried to collect yourself but were still sobbing when the holographic figure of you father disappeared. You might as well finish the house tour before leaving. The upstairs portion of the house featured Tony and Pepper's room, Morgan's room and two other doors. The main bedroom was tidy and organized, with a closet full of clothes that both Pepper and your dad had left. You walked into Morgan's room and did a quick look around, not wanting to invade child space. Returning to the hallway you opened the door to your father's office. Inside there was a rather simple with a desk, a leather chair, and two matching chairs. The plants in the room were growing well, meaning someone still came to water them. There were a few pictures on the wall, including Peter's Stark internship picture, and a random picture you took of the original Avengers after their first New York battle. On the desk there was another metal box similar to that in the workpace. You argued whether or not you wanted to potentially break your heart more before giving in, siting in the leather seat and pressing the button.

A slim beam of light scanned over your face, confirming your identity, and the box began to play. To say you were shocked is an understatement, as your father's hologram appeared across the desk sitting in one of the matching chairs.

"Hello Munchkin. If you've found this box, then I just going to have to accept that I've failed you. You've been gone for five years and regret every moment leading up to when you snapped away. You really did want to come to space with me, and honestly you would have been helpful, but I don't think I could see you Blip away and have the will to continue. That being said because I am already admitting I was wrong, I should not have had your suit take you to the bunker room, where you eventually snapped away alone. I regret that decision y constantly. On another note, I'm sorry I didn't hug you as soon as you got back, I clearly I cannot really hug anyone."

You had finally given up on holding in their tears. You didn't have to be strong in front of your dad. He had always held you when you cried and this time he couldn't. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but nothing felt the same.

"I hope you are crying, because if I'm crying alone during this part, I'll be embarrassed, his image continued as it stood up and leaned against the back of the chair. Munch I know you've probably walked around this house and have found no evidence of yourself. You've probably beat yourself up about how much I love Morgan, but think about it. The amount of time I've spent these last 5 years essentially idolizing you would not have been good for her to experience. "

You rose quickly from the chair. Not even one damn picture?

"Now I know you're wondering not even a single picture. Pick up the projector box and follow me ."

You did as the digital version of your father told you and followed it back into the hallway.

"Put the box down and put your hand on the center of the door. "

This activated a scanner which opened up the door to the room. As you walked in you recognized that this was an exact replica of your room back in the Malibu house. You were still a kid when the original house was blown to pieces but somehow everything was exactly as you remembered it. As you walked further into the room you noticed the large screens, placed like picture frames, which played videos and pictures of you and your dad throughout the years.

Your father walked towards the center of the room, bounded by how far the projector was.

"You see kid, me and you have somewhat the same grieving styles. I have a feeling you didn't cry at the funeral. I have a feeling you haven't cried, at least in a way that someone else could have noticed. You take after me in that sense."

The hologram started to sniffle, your dad had actually started crying when recording this. You really wanted to hug him, the reality of his death hurt even more. You had finally allowed yourself to start grieving.

"Look, I know you used to listen to the song about betting on losing dogs when you wanted to cry, but that does not apply to you at all. You may have gotten a more complicated stick of life, but I can tell ya, this does not need to be your villain origin story. From the first day I took you home I could tell you were a fighter, but I need you to feel as if its ok to cry. I've spent hours on this floor in shambles wishing you were here. The small things that Morgan does that remind me of you throw me into sadness pools constantly. You are my motivating force. I really hope you allow yourself to cry about it so that you can continue in life. I don't think I can stand in this room for any longer before I cannot speak at all, so please take the projector back to my office. "

As you lifted the projector you thought about how much this must have hurt your father to record. Maybe he didn't want anyone to encounter this box except for you. As you placed the box on the desk, you sat back into the leather chair as your father's holograph sat across from you.

"On a different note, you are probably wondering why I seemed to set up a game plan for everyone but you. With Morgan I just made sure she had a comfortable, who am I kidding, lavish funding behind her. I can't dictate what a five-year-old should do. For Harley you know that I've always looked out for him, a position in Stark industries honestly should not have surprised you. Peter is what I feel most conflicted about. I'm not setting him up to become the next Ironman, I'm setting him up to become the greatest version of Spiderman he can be. Well, I know the media is probably going to take it and run having known that Spiderman and Ironman we're friends at some point, but I'm really giving you the biggest responsibility. I don't expect you to live in my shadow, I want you to outgrow it. I think you might be surprised to see everything that I left you, besides Stark industries itself. That's a conversation for another day."

"I know I've been speaking for quite a while, but my baby, my baby yes I called you that. I know how much this has all affected you, and I'm sorry, I am completely sorry and do take full fault for it all. But now because we cannot change the past, let's focus on the present. I want you to know that I loved you with my entire being. I'm not sure how to emphasize this enough but I do want you to know you were cared for, you were loved, and you were thought about for every minute. If you don't get to see this message, and I'm already gone, that means this message will never have to play for anyone. Either I found you and I've given you a new message, or I'm rolling in my grave. Either way my darling I cannot emphasize how much I love you. I do hope for the best for. Before I have to go, I want to see you smile. Sure, I can't physically see it right now, but I can imagine it."

As the recording choked out that last sentence, you flashed a weak smile. A face sticky with all the tears that you have been crying.

Now I know you need to get back home, but when you get back to the city, stop by the shawarma place and get something to eat. you gotta eat Darling. Also don't act like you don't like Peter, you two idiots keep pushing each other away in cannot take it. Now I'm gonna say goodbye mini me. Watch over Pepper and Morgan for me, okay? I love you."

You took one final sweep of the house before heading back to your car. You had cried so much that your eyes physical hurt. You almost felt a sense of comfort having finally released some of the pent-up emotion. As you drove towards the city and towards the Shawarma place you almost felt kind of sad, knowing that all of your friends were in a foreign country. Yet you still felt as if your best friend, your Dad was watching over you. And in all reality that felt as if it was the only thing that mattered.

[hesther-mcg]

wishful thinking

request: Anonymous said:Hi! I saw your mai x reader and it was amazinf!! so could I request a Mai x waterbender!reader hc/ one shot (whichever you wanna do!!) The way you write her is amazing!!☺️

pairing: mai x waterbender!reader

warnings: idk how to feel abt this :/// if it’s not what u were wanting i’m sorry i can always do another part 

a/n: super long! maybe not good, who knows! i tried my best, but maybe this could be continued? waterbender!reader goes to the boiling rock prison break party?? some more pining, maybe some words exchanged between reader and mai?? 

creds to owner, i couldn't find them :(

“Aang and Sokka, I wish you a good journey,” Earth King Kui bid farewell. “Ba Sing Se owes you it’s thanks, and we look forward to your safe return.” 

Your group of friends bowed to him, small smiles on all of your faces. You had finally managed to get to him and tell him about the war, and expose Long Feng, and now each of you had specific tasks to complete. It made you slightly uncomfortable to split up, but things were never easy in times of war. 

You had decided to stay behind in the city with Katara so she wouldn’t be alone. Sokka deserved to see his father, so she had so kindly opted out of the journey, and upon realizing you had no business at the Eastern Temple with Aang you chose to stay with her. 

“Your Majesty,” a guard came up, alerting everyone. “There are three female warriors here to see you. They’re from the island of Kyoshi.” 

“That’s Suki!” Sokka yelled as he fell to the ground from Appa’s side. He groaned dramatically as he squirmed around, and you reached a hand out to help him. 

“You know these warriors?” The Earth King questioned, taking a few steps forward. 

“Oh yeah,” Sokka replied as he stood up straight. “The Kyoshi Warriors are a skilled group of fighters. Trustworthy, too.” He smiled. “They’re good friends of ours.”

The Earth King nodded his head. “Then we shall welcome them as honored guests.”

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The sun was high in they sky as the Kyoshi Warriors made their way down the path before them, lined with Earth Kingdom guards on either side. The three girls, in matching makeup and uniform, wore stoic expressions as they inched closer to the King. 

“In our hour of need, it is with the highest honor that I welcome our esteemed allies,” he extended his hands, and the girls kneeled before him, resting their painted foreheads against their hands. “The Kyoshi Warriors.” 

Slowly, they rose back up, revealing their faces to the very man they were there to overthrow. “We are the Earth King’s humble servants,” the girl in front mused, eyes sharp. 

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You sighed. You knew that this was what you’d signed up for when you stayed behind with Katara, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed the things you had to do. You sat on the ground beside your friend, Momo resting on your shoulder, and a large map of the four nations separated the both you from the row of Generals you were speaking with. They were so far away you couldn't even make out their features, and you were sure that the both of you looked like two specks of blue rather than kids. 

“General Fong’s base will serve as the launching point for the attack. In exactly two months, the Army and Navy will invade the Fire Nation on The Day of Black Sun,” he moved his arms about, and the clay pieces on the map that represented Earth King forces moved. They glided towards the Fire Nation Capital, and Momo flew from your shoulder and landed with a small crash, and all the pieces fell over. 

“Or we could send in Momo to do some damage,” Katara joked with a laughed as the lemur moved around and knocked more things over. “Cause the...” when she was met with a stern silence, you nudged her with your elbow. “Sorry,” she quietened down and you rubbed her arm a few times.

General How closed his fist and all the pieces erected themselves, causing Momo to jump with a screech and retreat to the comfort of your shoulder. “All we need is the Earth King’s seal in order to execute the plan,” he placed down a scroll, and it glided towards the pair of you on a block of stone. 

Katara picked up the scroll as you both rose up from the ground. “We’ll get these scrolls to him right away. Thank you, General How.” You bowed and turned away from the men, and together you and Katara took off down the corridor. 

The walk through the Upper Ring was nice, Ba Sing Se truly was a beautiful place. It was nothing like what you and Katara were used to, which was snow, ice, and water. The North and the South had their differences but one thing rang true for both places; it was cold and wet and blue, but it was home. The city was different, hues of green and yellow filling the streets, gold trinkets lining the windows of some shops, expensive clothes on racks in others. 

But the nice tea shop that caught your eye was probably the nicest thing you’d seen. It was beautiful and shiny, and evidently very popular. “Hey, Katara, let’s get some tea!” You pointed towards the building. “Come on, it’ll be nice,” you smiled and batted your eyelashes, giving her your best pleading expression. 

“Hmm, alright,” she agreed. “What do you say, Momo? A cup of tea before we get back to the  Earth King?” She asked the lemur on your shoulder. He chattered in response, looking between the both of you with his large eyes. It was all you needed to start heading towards the shop. 

You were greeted at the entrance after trekking up the steps. “Table for three, please.” Katara spoke to the pretty woman while your eyes scanned the surrounding area. 

“Uncle!” A familiar voice shouted. “I need two jasmine, one green, and one lychee.” None other than Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, the very boy who’d been hunting you and your friends for so long, wore a uniform and flitted around the shop. You nudged the girl beside you, and she gasped. 

“I’m brewing as fast as I can,” the old man you recognized as Zuko’s uncle assured with a small smile, standing in the kitchen area of the tea shop. It was as if time had stopped, and everything in the world went out of whack. Nothing made sense, this didn’t make sense. 

Nothing needed to be said, no look needed to be shared; you and Katara had the same thought in mind. 

We need to tell the Earth King. 

The both of you bolted down the stairs and ran away, flashes of blue heading towards to King. You were panting by the time you got there, but the relief of seeing Suki resting on the ground in front of the throne, her gold headband and oil makeup familiar and comforting, was sweet. 

“Thank goodness you’re here, Suki,” Katara rushed. “Something terrible is going on. The Fire Nation has infiltrated the city. I just saw Prince Zuko and his uncle!” 

Suki’s eyes widened a fraction before a sly grin grew on her lips. It was then you realized that this wasn’t your friend, and the two girls resting behind her weren’t Kyoshi Warriors either. You don’t know why it had taken you so long to figure out, or why Katara still hadn’t figured it out herself. This girl was acting nothing like Suki, and it was so painfully obvious now. 

“We have to tell the Earth King right away!” Katara urged, and your eyes cut to her. Something was wrong, and when the girl wearing your friend’s headband, and your friend’s uniform stood up, the female waterbender finally figured it out. 

“Oh don’t worry.” The mystery girl assured, slowly stepping forward into the light, and her golden eyes shined. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

Momo screeched and flew from your shoulder, fleeing to who knows where; but you didn’t mind, he was safer elsewhere. Suddenly, the Chi blocker you’d fought on several occasions leapt forward, a flurry of flips and handstands and acrobatics. Her hand landed on Katara’s shoulder as she flew over her, and the your friend dropped to the floor. The water she had pulled from her pouch sloshed to the ground, and you pulled it up and combined it with your own water. 

Before you could do anything, however, the girl grabbed you in the same spot she ahd grabbed your friend, and she pulled you backwards. You lost the sensation in your limbs, and you dropped and landed in a puddle of water. 

“So, Zu Zu’s in the city, too.” Azula mused, walking closer to the both of you. You could only see above you, and the girl with the knives you’d been thinking about since Omashu entered your line of sight. The edges were blurry, and steadily growing more fuzzy, but you’d recognize her any day-- even with the makeup. 

“I think it’s time for a family reunion.” 

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“How’d you learn that?” You asked, and the girl beside you chuckled. You were sitting so close together that your’re arms brushed every so often. 

“I was bored in my room, so I taught myself a trick,” she shrugged, throwing another knife at the wall. It stuck an inch away from the one she’d thrown just before, not any higher or lower. 

“Well, you’re really good,” you complimented, and your cheeks reddened. “You think you could teach me?”

She looked at you, her dark hair shining in the light. She grinned at you, small but sweet nonetheless. “Sure,” she drawled. “Someday.” 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She was so pretty, and she looked so cool and collected. She was a complete mystery, one you wanted so desperately to solve. 

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That was wishful thinking. 

You wouldn’t get to see her that close, or brush your arm against hers, or have her smile at you. She was on Azula’s side, and you were on Aang’s. It was as simple as that. None of the other factors needed to be mentioned; like how you didn’t know her name, or her age, or how she got mixed up in the schemes of the Royal family. 

You wouldn’t get to learn how to throw knives, or just what to do to make the Fire Nation girl smile like she did whenever you dreamt of her. That’s all you would ever have, dreams and wishful thinking. 

[thebridgehqs]

Question from someone who has had bad experiences in large groups/gets overwhelmed easily- how do you suggest going about keeping up with everything going on? In a group this big it seems like it might be a little impossible or overwhelming to form connections. Thank you!

I'm sorry to hear you've had issues in large groups. To be honest, while we do have a lot of characters taken, we still feel like a small group because there's only ten of us players, and we really do our best to ensure there aren't any cliques.

Now, for practical advice on our group! We have an starter blog where we reblog all open starters, which is always one of the best places to get started, and we also have a thing we call Free Post Fridays where you can participate in meme day. These both often help create random connections as they allow creativity and most of our players don't mind if you assume friendships for those.

As for plotting, I can guarantee that you'll have plenty of people interested in that. If you decide to join our discord (which is not fast paced, if you're worried about that, we mostly use it for offering plotting options in a casual way), we have both a starter call channel and a plotting call channel.

In the starter call channel, you ask if anyone wants you to write starters for them (capping is allowed if you get overwhelmed), and if they want the starter for a particular muse of theirs, they'll let you know.

In the plotting channel, you let people know what kind of plots you want, ranging from offering a vague thing of "anyone want to be friends with my muse" to specific. For example, I recently offered plots where my character could be their tattoo artist. Once they react to your post, you then message them to work out the details.

People love different kinds of connections here, with people developing families, friends, work relationships, and of course, the usual of shipping. Given the fake lives, that means you can create headcanons that form connections a lot faster, so you can feel included straight away.

Generally, we are a fairly character driven rp where you're just expected to keep track of your muses, so trying to follow everything that's going on isn't a big deal. When there are plot drops or events, that's usually the catalyst for some more plotting, but unless you choose to participate, your muses don't have to be affected, as we know some people get overwhelmed by such things.

I'm sorry the answer was so long, I just wanted to list all the different options you've got. I'd also like to say, all of us admins are also happy to help if you're not sure where to start, there's almost always one of us available on mobile for you to talk to if you need help. In fact, I'm mobile right now and got so excited seeing your question, I couldn't even wait for whole admin team to approve my message, so this may get edited once they're online.

I really hope you join, we're a tight knit group but not so tight knit that we won't be unspeakably excited for a new friend.