#BECUASE YOU'RE ALL FREAKS

[mrswhymrhow]

im going to say this once. there is a lot of fascinating. implications between the family member sin succession that certain (coughincestcough) fans like to dig into in weird ways but it is actually something fascinating and done so well. they arent actually engaging in that but theres so much to say about it. the way shiv is "marrying her father" and having her baby in a way tlaking about capitalism and the way a lot of times these sort of families do have histories of engaging in incest to "keep the family line pure" and all that. romans jokes about it. the way business is equiviliant to fucking in the show. its all fascinating. and now i wont talk about it again bc i dont trust anyone to be able to have this sort of conversation in a normal way on here and i dont want to with msot of you

[tinydefector]

Who's portal is that.

DC X DP X Spider-Man

Just a silly little thought I thought of becuase I thought it be fun putting these two together in having to deal with being in gotham city.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: swearing, hints to Constantine being a slut

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The night sky over Gotham City was shrouded in heavy clouds, casting the city in an eerie glow. A faint green shimmer flickered in the distance as a figure swung gracefully from rooftop to rooftop, keeping pace with a glowing flying one beside him. Behind them, a dark shadow leapt from gargoyle to gargoyle. The faint whoosh of a grappling hook shot past them.  

"Do you mind! not glowing like a freaking neon sign?" Spider-Man hissed, flipping mid-air to avoid a batarang that whizzed past his head.  "Excuse me," Danny shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, " you're swing around in a bright red-and-blue costume like a walking target!"  

“First off,” Peter replied, landing on a rooftop and immediately launching himself back into the air, “it’s called branding. Second, this is your fault!” Danny stopped mid-flight to glare at him, hands glowing with ectoplasmic energy. "Oh, sure, because I totally wanted to get sucked into a random vortex that dumped me into this hellscape, of all places! This city's like a goth kid's fever dream!"  

"Hey, I’m not judging your aesthetic preferences,” Peter quipped, swinging from building to building, his webbing snapping taut as he narrowly avoided a batarang that embedded itself in the brick beside him. "You know," he called out to the white-haired kid flying beside him, "I feel like you're not appreciating my quick thinking here!"

Danny, glowing faintly with ectoplasmic energy, shot him a glare as he zipped past Spider-Man. "Quick thinking? Are you a complete moron? Who the hell sees a swirling green portal and thinks, ‘Hey, this looks fun! Let’s dive right in!’?" Peter shot a web at a nearby gargoyle and gracefully vaulted over a rooftop. "Okay, in my defense, I thought it was one of Doctor Strange’s portals! You know, the guy with the magic hands? They’re usually pretty safe! Emphasis on usually."

Danny groaned in frustration, narrowly phasing through a fire escape ladder before materializing again. "Well, congratulations, genius. You didn’t just jump into some magic hula hoop!"

“Yeah, because this is so much calmer than my usual Thursdays,” Peter quipped, twisting mid-air. "Besides, if the portals are so dangerous, maybe slap a warning label on them next time, huh? Something like, ‘Danger: Do Not Touch, May Cause Interdimensional Headaches.’ ”

Danny rolled eyes, his frustration mounting as he glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, sure, like I planned for some random spider-themed idiot to get sucked into the summoning mess I got dragged into!. This is totally what I wanted today.”

“Hey, watch it, Casper,” Peter shot back, landing on a rooftop before somersaulting off the edge. "I didn’t exactly ask for this either. One second, I’m swinging through Queens, and the next, I’m in Emo New York’s. Seriously, does no one here believe in streetlights?"

“Don’t call me Casper!” Danny snapped, his glow intensifying as he blasted through an old billboard. “Neither of us want to be in a Tim Burton fever dream!” Peter flipped onto a water tower, perching casually for a moment as he fired a web at a pursuing caped hero, snagging his grappling hook mid-swing. “Hey, I don’t know who Tim Burton is, but I’m gonna assume that was an insult.” He glanced at Danny. “Also, can we talk about your powers? Because I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re breaking every law of physics I know.”

“Yeah, well, so are your webs!” Danny shot back, “How do they even work? What’s the tensile strength? Are they organic or synthetic? Because if they’re organic, that’s really nasty.” Peter gasped in mock offense. “I’ll have you know my webbing is a marvel of scientific engineering! I made it myself, thank you very much. And it’s not gross—unlike your weird glowing hands. What even is that, radioactive ghost goo?”

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Elsewhere…

John Constantine paced rapidly across the creaky wooden floor of a dimly lit room, the flickering glow of candles casting jagged shadows on the walls. His trench coat swayed as he moved, his muttered curses barely audible over the sound of heavy rain pelting the windows. The smell of burnt herbs and incense filled the air, but none of it calmed the rising panic twisting in his gut.

"This is bad. This is really bad," Constantine muttered, running a hand through his disheveled blond hair. His other hand clutched a half-empty flask of whiskey, which he occasionally sipped from between frantic incantations and muttered expletives. "Bloody cultists. Fuckinn idgits. Why can’t anyone leave well enough alone?!"

The summoning circle etched into the floor before him still glowed faintly with green energy, the remnants of whatever dark ritual had taken place before he had managed to intercept it. but he could feel the unmistakable, oppressive energy lingering in the room. It was heavy, suffocating, and distinctly ectoplasmic. 

The cult in question had been small, disorganized, and apparently suicidal. They’d tried to summon Pariah Dark, the ruler of the Infinite Realms, a being of unfathomable power and danger. Constantine had assumed they’d fail, as most cults do. But no. Somehow, the idiots had pulled it off. Or at least, partially. The problem was, Constantine had no idea if the ritual had worked as intended. He doubted it. If Pariah had been fully unleashed, Gotham would already be a smoking crater, and Constantine would probably be dead, considering the Ghost King owned a significant chunk of his soul. Still, the energy of the summoning lingered, and Constantine could feel it spreading across Gotham like a thick fog. Something had gone wrong, and that was almost worse than it going right.

"You bloody morons," Constantine hissed, kicking over an empty chair. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Summoning the Ghost King? The fuckin Ghost King?" He paused, taking another swig from his flask as he leaned against the table cluttered with occult books and ritual tools. His fingers drummed against the wood as he thought.

Constantine had dealt with many terrifying beings in his time, but Pariah Dark was one He wished to put behind him and never talk about again. It had taken the combined might of the Realms to imprison him along with Constantine having a small part in distracting the ghost in the first place, and there was no way Constantine or anyone else wanted him walking free.

"Right," Constantine muttered, "Time to call in the cavalry."

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Wayne Manor - The Batcave

Bruce Wayne was at the Batcomputer, sifting through a series of reports about strange energy spikes across Gotham. The spikes had started a few hours ago, coinciding with sightings of two unusual figures who were dodging his team with surprising skill. One seemed to fly—glow, the other swung through the city with an agility that rivaled even Nightwing’s. Whoever they were, they didn’t belong in Gotham. And Bruce wanted answers.

The comm in his cowl buzzed. Before Alfred’s voice came through. “Master Wayne, you have a rather… agitated call coming through. It’s Constantine.”

Bruce’s fingers paused over the keyboard. “Constantine?”

“Yes, sir,” Alfred replied dryly. “He sounds, as usual, like he’s moments from catastrophe.”

Bruce frowned. Constantine rarely called unless things were dire. “I'll handle it Alfred” He tapped a button on the console, patching the call through. “Constantine,” Batman grunted. “What is it?”

“Bats! About bloody time” Constantine’s voice came through, frantic and hurried. “ Alright, listen to me very carefully, mate, because we’ve got a massive problem on our hands. And by ‘our hands,’ I mean your city.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed. His voice dropping lower “What did you do?.”

Constantine “ i aint done shit!. There was a cult, don’t ask me why, cultists are always bloody morons and they decided to summon the Ghost King.”

“The Ghost King?” Bruce repeated, his voice calm but edged with suspicion. “What is that? Some kind of demon?”

“Worse,” Constantine said. “The Ghost King is the ruler of the Infinite Realms. A proper deity. The kind of being that makes demons piss themselves. His name’s Pariah Dark, and he’s the nastiest ghost you’ll ever meet. World-ending levels of bad. And here’s the kicker: I think the sod’s been unleashed on Gotham.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “If that’s true, why isn’t the city in ruins?”

“I said I think,” Constantine snapped. “Something’s wrong. The energy’s all… off. It’s definitely the Ghost King’s signature, but it’s not as destructive as it should be. That’s the only reason we’re still breathing. But trust me, mate: if he’s here, it’s only a matter of time before things go sideways. Its either His powers have been drained which if that's the case we are on limited time”

Bruce leaned back slightly, his mind racing. “What do you need from me?”

Constantine sighed. “First, I need you to avoid pissing him off. If Pariah Dark’s awake, the last thing you want to do is fight him. Second, I need access to every bit of information you’ve got on what’s been happening in Gotham tonight. Weird sightings, strange energy spikes, anything that looks remotely supernatural.” Bruce’s fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, pulling up data. “There have been reports of two unidentified individuals moving through Gotham. One appears to be glowing. The other swings on some kind of webbing. My team’s been tracking them.”

Constantine groaned. “Bloody brilliant. Bats i could kiss you for being the Paranoid fuck you are, The glowing one. That’s the Ghost King. And if someone’s with him, well, they’re probably just as much of a problem.” Bruce’s voice remained steady. “You’re certain?”

“Of course I’m bloody certain!” Constantine snapped. “I can feel it. The energy’s radiating off him like a bloody beacon. I’d bet my soul on it.” There was a beat of silence. “Oh, wait,” Constantine muttered bitterly. “He already owns part of that.”

Bruce’s hands paused, brows pressing together before he spoke again. “Explain.”

Constantine sighed heavily. “Long story short? I owe the Ghost King a bit of my soul. It’s… complicated. But if he’s here, he might decide to call in that debt. And if he does, I’m royally fucked. That’s why I need to trap him.”

Bruce sits back in his chair with a sigh and he tries to relax into his seat. “And how do you plan to trap him?”

“That’s the tricky bit,” Constantine admitted. “It’s not like trapping a regular ghost or demon. Pariah Dark’s power is off the charts. I’ll need a bloody arsenal of spells, relics, a fuck tone of salt, rosemary, dragons blood, blood blossoms and aloe vera and if you’ve got one lying around a miracle.”

“I don’t deal in miracles,” Bruce said flatly. “But I can help.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” Constantine muttered. “Just don’t let your bloody sidekicks get too close to him. If they piss him off, we’re all dead.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened. “Understood.”

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Peter stopped pacing and crossed his arms, giving Danny a look. "You know, you’ve been pretty chill about the whole ‘I’m the king of ghosts, and I got summoned by some random cult’ thing. Is this, like, a normal Tuesday for you?"

Danny snorted. "Look, when you’ve spent the past two years fighting evil ghosts, rogue hunters, and the occasional interdimensional tyrant, this kind of thing doesn’t even crack the top ten weirdest days I’ve had." Peter raised an eyebrow. "Top ten weirdest, huh? That’s impressive. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or concerned."

"Little bit of both," Danny muttered. Peter leaned against a metal pole, watching as Danny’s glow flickered for a moment before dimming again. Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, so, if we’re gonna figure this out, we probably shouldn’t be walking around looking like, well…" He gestured to their costumes. "This."

Danny glanced down at himself, still in his black-and-white ghost suit. "Yeah, you’ve got a point. As much as I hate to admit it, looking like a glow stick might attract the wrong kind of attention." Peter smirked. "Yeah, you’re a little conspicuous. And I’m not exactly subtle in red and blue spandex. But i can get away with saying its a cosplay"

Danny rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing himself off. "Fine. Hang on." He took a deep breath, and in a flash of light, his ghostly suit disappeared, replaced by a simple black T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His white hair and glowing green eyes shifted back to his human appearance black hair and bright blue eyes. He looked younger, smaller, and far less intimidating.

Peter froze, staring at him. "Wait. WHAT?" Danny blinked at him, confused. "What? What’s the big deal?" Peter gestures wildly. "You—you just changed! Like, full-on transformation! You looked older, taller, and now—" He pointed at Danny, his voice higher in disbelief. "Now you look like a teenager."

Danny crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "I am a teenager. I’m sixteen."

Peter’s jaw dropped. "Sixteen?! You’re SIXTEEN?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Danny asked, clearly unimpressed with Peter’s reaction.

Peter ran a hand through his hair. "You’re telling me you’re sixteen, and you’re the king of ghosts. At sixteen, I was just trying to survive high school, and here you are ruling entire dimensions?"

Danny smirked, rather amused at Peter's panic over the situation. "Life comes at you fast, huh?"

Peter groaned, shaking his head and leaning back as he remembered what he had recently been through. "Man, I thought I was stressed out at your age."

Danny shrugged. “You’re not that much older than me"

Peter hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "Well, technically, I’m twenty-two. But thanks to a little thing called the Blip, I kind of skipped five years of my life. So I guess I’m still seventeen in a way? It’s… complicated."

Danny stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. "Wow. Okay. So we’re both freaks of time. Good to know." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled $50 bill. "Anyway, I’ve got about fifty bucks on me. Not exactly enough to solve this mess, but it’s something. Wanna get burgers?"

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Constantine was cursing his luck as he stepped out of a cab in Gotham's East End, his trench coat already soaked from the rain. He could feel the Ghost King’s energy growing fainter, which meant either the being was hiding or his powers were finally stabilizing. Either way, Constantine knew he didn’t have much time. He lit a cigarette and pulled out his phone, dialing Batman again.

"Any updates, Bats?" Constantine asked, taking a long drag. "Because if the Ghost King’s energy gets any more stable, it’ll be nearly impossible to trap him."

Batman’s voice came through, calm and level. "We’ve located an individual matching the energy signals." Constantine let out a sigh of relief. "Good. don’t engage. If you make the wrong move, you could end up pissing him off. And trust me, you don’t want to see this guy pissed."

"I don’t plan on engaging unless it’s necessary," Batman replied. "But if this Ghost King is as dangerous as you say, we need to act quickly." Constantine exhaled a plume of smoke. "Right. Just keep your distance, and I’ll be there soon. We’re gonna need a bloody miracle to pull this off."

When Constantine had finally found Batman they stepped into the abandoned warehouse, the bats cape billowing slightly as he moved through the shadows. Behind him, Constantine followed, cigarette in hand and a look of barely concealed panic on his face. The remnants of ectoplasmic energy still lingered in the air, faint but unmistakable.

“This is it,” Constantine muttered, glancing around the room. “He was here. I can feel it.”

Batman’s sharp eyes swept the area, noting the disturbed dust on the floor and the faint. “They’ve moved on.” Constantine cursed under his breath, flicking ash onto the floor. “Bloody hell. I was hoping we’d catch them before they bolted.”

“They’ll be back,” Batman said, his voice calm and measured as he moves around looking at the slight setup in the corner. “This isn’t a random hideout. They’ll return.”

Constantine raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you so sure, mate?”

Batman glanced at him, his expression unreadable under the cowl. “The boy He’ll need to rest soon, and this place is familiar, they have already scooped it out. They’ll come back.” Constantine sighed. “Alright, fine. But we can’t just sit around twiddling our thumbs. If the Ghost King realizes I’m here, he’s going to come after me. And I don’t fancy another round with him.”

Batman ignored the comment, his mind already working. “We’ll set the trap,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Constantine gave him a skeptical look. “You’re planning on trapping the bloody Ghost King with what, a net? This isn’t some garden-variety ghost, mate. He’s a deity. You’re gonna need more than a fancy grappling hook to take him down. Like i said a fuck tone of Salt” Constantine said grabbing the bag of it he had brought. 

“I’m aware,” Batman replied, moving to examine the scorch marks on the floor. “That’s why you’re here. You said you had a plan.” Constantine muttered something under his breath, then reluctantly pulled a small, ornate box from his coat pocket. It was covered in intricate runes, glowing faintly in the dim light. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is a containment box designed to trap spiritual entities. It won’t hold him forever, but it’ll buy us time. If we can get him near it, plus the other stuff I've bought too. It might, just might be enough to contain him long enough so i can make a deal with him or maybe banish him back to the realms”

Batman studied the box for a moment, then nodded. “Set it up. I’ll handle the rest.”

Constantine smirked. “You’re awfully confident for a bloke with no magical experience. Alright, Bats. Let’s hope your preparation is enough to stop an interdimensional ghost king. Because if it’s not, we’re both screwed.”

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Danny and Peter had bolted from the diner, the stolen burgers clutched tightly in their hands as they tore down the wet streets. The cashier’s shouts faded into the background, drowned out by the sound of their pounding footsteps and the rain slicking the pavement. Peter had been mid-bite when Danny grabbed him by the arm.

“Whoa—hey! I was eating that!” Peter protested, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel and half stuffed with the burger. “Yeah, and you can finish it while we’re not being chased!” Danny snapped, his free hand glowing faintly green as he phased the two of them through a chain-link fence. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Peter huffed, clinging to his burger like it was a lifeline. “I could’ve handled it, you know. escape artist here!” “Right,” Danny muttered, dragging him through an alley. “Because nothing says ‘stealth’ like a guy in red and blue spandex with mustard on his face.”

“Hey—!”

Before Peter could argue further, Danny pulled him into his ghostly form, phasing them through a solid brick wall and into the backstreets. They were invisible and untouchable now, slipping through Gotham’s shadows like ghosts—because, well, one of them was a literal ghost.

“Just get us back to the warehouse,” Peter grumbled, licking ketchup off his hand. “I’m starving, and this burger is the only good thing that’s happened to me all day.”

When Danny phased them back into the warehouse, the first thing Peter noticed was the eerie silence. The second thing he noticed was the faint hum of energy vibrating in the air. His Spider-Sense screamed at him, but before he could say a word, Danny froze mid-step.

The glowing green of Danny’s ghost aura intensified, and in a flash of light, his human form flickered away. In its place stood… something else. Peter’s jaw dropped as he stumbled back, clinging to his half eaten burger. Danny or whoever this was didn’t look like the snarky teenager he’d been running around with. This was something entirely otherworldly. 

Danny’s form was taller now, his presence almost overwhelming. His white hair glimmered like freshly fallen snow, cascading down to his shoulders, and his eyes burned an unearthly, glowing green, deeper and more intense than before. An ice-like crown floated just above his head along with the floating aurora shimmering, while a cape of flickering starlight billowed behind him, even though there was no wind. His pale skin seemed to glow softly, and across his cheeks and arms were faint freckles that looked like constellations.

He didn’t look evil. If anything, he looked eternal. Ancient. Like something out of a fantasy novel, the kind of being that could step off the cover of a book as a god or a king. But Danny didn’t seem to notice or care. His glowing form flickered slightly as his eyes dropped to the burger that had been in his hands, landing unceremoniously on the floor inside the glowing summoning circle that now caged him.

“No…” Danny whispered, his voice reverberating unnaturally, as if layered with echoes from another world. His gaze locked onto the destroyed burger, his expression a mix of disbelief and betrayal. “No, not the burger.” He dropped to his knees, staring mournfully at the fallen burger. “I was so hungry,” he moaned, his voice still layered with that eternal echo. “It was right there. I could taste it.”

The Dark Knight’s imposing figure emerged from the darkness, his cape sweeping behind him as he approached the summoning circle. Constantine followed close behind, looking both impressed and deeply concerned by the glowing, ethereal figure trapped in the sigils. “Bloody hell,” Constantine muttered, staring at Danny. “That’s him. That’s the Ghost King.”

“Excuse me?” Peter growled, his voice rising with agitation. His Spider-Sense was still buzzing like mad, and the fact that Danny was trapped in some kind of magical cage was making his blood boil. “You did this? You trapped him?” Batman’s piercing gaze shifted to Peter, who was still clutching his burger like a feral dog protecting its last meal. Peter stepped in front of the glowing circle as if to shield Danny. “He’s not dangerous! He’s just a kid!”

Constantine snorted. “A kid? That thing in there’s no kid, mate. That’s the Ghost King. Ruler of the Infinite Realms. A being with enough power to wipe this city off the map if he wanted to.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed, Before Constantine or Batman could react, Peter crouched low, his body tensing like a spring. His mask was still off, and his expression was fierce, like a wild animal protecting its territory. He lunged forward, aiming a web at Constantine.

“Oi, what the hell—” Constantine yelped as he rolls to get away from the web. Peter didn’t stop there. He fired another web at the edge of the summoning circle, trying to disrupt the sigils. The glowing lines sparked as his webbing hit them, but they held firm.

“Stop,” Batman growled, stepping forward. “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.”

“Neither do you,” Peter snapped, flipping backward to avoid Batman’s outstretched hand. Constantine groaned, rubbing his temples. “Bloody hell, kid’s gone feral.”

The warehouse was a mess. Peter had put up a valiant fight, but, as he quickly learned, going toe-to-toe with Batman wasn’t exactly a winning strategy. He was now webbed and tied to a metal support beam, arms crossed and glaring at the Dark Knight, who stood nearby with the stoic calm of someone who had done this a thousand times before. Constantine was in front of Danny, cigarette in hand. "Hello, Pariah," Constantine said lightly, exhaling smoke. His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like a man trying to act calm in front of a tiger. "Nice skin. Little young for you, though, innit?"

Danny froze, his glowing eyes snapping up to fix on Constantine. For a moment, he just stared, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his gaze drifted over Constantine, taking in the trench coat, the cigarette, the smug smirk. And then Danny's face twisted into an expression of pure, genuine offense.

"Wait a minute," Danny said, his voice echoing slightly with that otherworldly tone. He pointed a glowing hand at Constantine, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to place a face to a name. "Are you... the Soul Whore guy?"

The room went silent. Even Batman raised an eyebrow.

Constantine blinked, his cigarette frozen halfway to his lips.  "You know, the guy who goes around selling bits of his soul to anyone with a checkbook and a half-decent sales pitch? You’re kind of infamous in the Infinite Realms. Everyone’s heard of you." He tilted his head, his expression growing even more incredulous. "I mean, we all knew you were a mess, but I didn’t think you were is much of a mess."

Constantine stared at him, his mouth working like he was trying to come up with a response but couldn’t quite form the words. Peter, still tied up, looked between them with wide, confused eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait," Peter said, his voice cutting into the silence. "What do you mean, 'Soul Whore'? He looks like if Mr Strange ended up homeless!" Danny ignored him, his glowing eyes narrowing further as he seemed to piece something together. His jaw dropped suddenly, and he took a step closer to the edge of the circle. "No way. You’re that dumbass, the one who slept with Pariah Dark. Aren’t you?"

Constantine froze. His cigarette fell from his lips, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint crackle of the summoning circle’s magic. Peter’s jaw dropped. "WHAT?!" Danny threw his hands up, his glowing aura flaring slightly. "Holy crap, it is you! You’re the guy who hooked up with Pariah Dark and put him in the Sarcophagus! I thought that was just a rumor."

Constantine’s face paled, his usual cocky demeanor evaporating as he raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, now hold on a second—"

"He slept with the ghost king you fought and won against?!" Peter shouted, his voice rising with disbelief. "Are you serious?! He’s serious, isn’t he?!" He turned to Batman, who, to his credit, looked as stoic as ever. 

Danny, meanwhile, looked like he was having the time of his life. He crossed his arms, grinning like a cat who had just caught a particularly juicy mouse. "You know, I heard the stories, but I didn’t actually think it was true!"

"It was—look, it’s complicated, alright? It wasn’t my bloody fault!" Constantine tries to defend himself forgetting for a moment that this was the Ghost King he had trapped. Danny snorted. "Sure it wasn’t. That explains why half the ghosts in the Realms call you 'the Soul Whore.' You’ve got a reputation, dude. And not a good one."

Constantine groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Christ, I need a drink." This wasn’t Pariah Dark. This was something else. And whatever it was, it wasn’t bound by the same rules. 

And that terrified Constantine.

[corviiids]

ive never watched h2o just add water but im australian so close enough and i desperately want to know more about death note h2o au. how does light becoming a mermaid make him able to kill people does he just like start grabbing people and drowning them. does L keep coming up with convoluted ways to reveal that light is a mermaid (i would like to know if someone attempts to push him into a pool at some point because i think thats how h2o mermaids work like you. just add water™ and they turn into a mermaid right)

(this ask is referring to my tags on this post)

#i just looked in my notes and found a death note au of that australian mermaid show h2o just add water#in this au light becomes a mermaid and immediately uses his mermaid powers to fucking kill people#and also hes australian#and becuase he's australian hes not called kira#his murders were first noticed on nobby beach (queensland) (australia)#so hes called the ghost of nobby beach#or nobbo for short#because hes australian#does anyone want or need australian mermaid murder death note au called nobbo? why did i write this#when will i finish it

thank you for your interest and everyone else who has shown interest in death nobbo. this is a post about death nobbo, my death note h2o just add water au which takes place in queensland australia

they are Australian and live on the gold coast and light is a uni student who becomes a mermaid. because he is a normal person he realises this is his opportunity to kill people. he also has a pretty, shiny tail.

L is a detective whose attention is drawn to this weird string of drownings in Queensland, Australia. he comes down to investigate.

to answer your actual question:

light drowns people by waiting for them to go surfing or swimming or whatever and then flipping their boards etc and dragging them at top speed into a rip. he holds them down or tangles them up so they can't stick their arms up for lifeguards

L thinks it's sus that all these experienced beachgoers are making mistakes like this and that nobody's managed to call a lifeguard in time. a couple of lifeguards have reported seeing a bit of a commotion where victims are drowning, but get out there too late, and it seems like all of them are physically not able to hold their arms up

here are the rest of my notes in the planning doc and some excerpts:

L doesn't enrol in UQ (is light more of a QUT bitch) but does just like, show up? maybe he gives a talk? i think light is studying law because i want to be self fucking indulgent. so maybe L (via screen) gives a lecture for criminal justice students and starts asking people what they think about the nobbo murders. someone's like so you think it's definitely murder and not just people drowning? L is like you're a beach city. drownings aren't uncommon, but this many drownings from people who are all familiar with the ocean terrain and beach safety makes it very unlikely.

(translator's note: UQ is university of queensland, QUT is queensland university of technology)

He picks light out from the audience because he's already profiled him and they have a discussion

later on L shows up physically at the cafe where light works and asks if he'd like to go swimming. while light is working on how to get out of that one, L goes, oh no, I've forgotten my beach wear. let's go play tennis instead.

lights like internal monologue there's a surf shop next door. light yagami would probably just offer to lend L a rashie or say they can go next door to pick one up. if I take this out, will he thinks I'm suspicious? does he think I'm nobbo? but I can't go swimming or he'll realise the truth.

(translator's note: 'rashie' is aussie slang for 'rash guard' or 'rash shirt' and it's swimwear that is a shirt)

while light is freaking out, L is like, actually there's a mini golf place near mermaid beach I really want to try, so let's go swimming another time. light's like well okay

so they go have a gay game of mini golf. l asks light how mermaid beach got its name and if he thinks mermaids are real. they discuss nobbo.

why did i name him nobbo

misa is light's coworker btw. at some point she also becomes a mermaid and light has to stop her rom exposing them both because she is not very careful

light entered the pool alone so got all three powers - hydrokinesis, cryohydrokinesis and thermocryokinesis

and here's. fuckin, whatever

also the only important line in this au

[welovenightcord]

Hello how are you doing

Can I ask you for headcanons for nagi and bachira for love at first sight thank you your amazing

A/N: I'm feeling bad because my school will start in a few day. 😭 I will start a new school and I know that all of them will be freak. And I will need to wake up early.💀💀

Characters: Nagi seishiro, Bachira Meguru.

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes!

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Love at First Sight!!

Bachira Meguru ✩

♡ People always call Meguru a freak becuase he always talks about his monster.

♡ You didn't think he is really *that* bad. Yeah, he was a little bit weird but not too bad.

♡ One day, you saw him while being bullied by a group bully.

♡ Oh. Maybe things is worse than you thought—

♡ But hey, no one deserves being bullied right?

♡ You went to the group and told them to leave him alone.

♡ After a while, you approached Bachira and looked at his face.

♡ Oh god... he could feel the blush on his cheeks. He must be looked like a tomato.

♡ “Hey... you didn't need to save me. I'm used to this.” He said with a sad smile.

♡ “But you don't deserve to being bullied because of you're weird!”

♡ He felt weird... but in a good way. He giggled and thanked you.

♡ Your beauty and kind personality didn't leave his mind since that day!!

Nagi Seishiro ✩

♡ Your seatmate, Nagi seishiro. He was like a baby. He always slept and played video games.

♡ One day, you saw him standing alone.

♡ “Uhh... Rain, what a pain...” He murmured.

♡ Maybe sharing your umbrella with Nagi isn't bad idea at all.

♡ “Hello! I heard you and... we can share my umbrella If you want too.”

♡ He looked at you with his half-open eyes and nodded.

♡ While you two walk, you noticed that he was staring at you.

♡ “Hey... the boys in our class always talking about you. I didn't even pay attention to you at all but you have a pretty cute face.”

♡ You felt yourself blushing. “Thanks...” Did he just flirt with you?!

♡ The next day, you saw him that approaching you.

♡ “Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me... here.” and he gave you your favorite chocolate. <3

[newtthetranswriter]

Kind of a specific request, but I’ll ask anyway. So Erza discovers that her crush is actually a runaway prince/princess from a far off kingdom looking for a new life. What’d be her initial reaction?

A/n: Thank you for the request. I will say I've never written for Erza before so hopefully this isn't too ooc. I also decided to do this as headcanons becuase you didn't say if you wanted a one shot or not so i hope that's ok. Any ways enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Erza finding out her crush is runaway Royalty:

At first she is confused, but after thinking about your personality and the way you carry yourself it's clear you grew up in higher society

She can understand running away for a new life and to escape the past, after all that's kinda what she was doing for awhile

After the shock wears off she'd probably ask if you want to talk about it, if you do she'll listen and if you don't she'll respect that and drop the subject

It definitely won't affect how she see's you, after all Fairy Tail is full of misfits from all different backgrounds, so why would she judge you

If anyone does judge you about it she will shut them down real quick, saying that if they have a problem with you they have have problem with her

And if you wish for her to help you keep the secret she'll gladly make sure that it stays between you too

Erza is respectful above all else so she will only act in away that you would approve, well other than threatening anyone who insults you but that's just how she is

though, even if she acts like it's not a big deal she does internally freak out because if you're royalty and you get married then she will be royalty as well (yes she thinks this even if you have no clue that she likes you)

(divider by @/cafekitsune)

[the-fiction-witch]

I Dare You... P1

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Cute + Funny

I sat on the theatre steps bottle in my hand, and a few steps up with a bottle of his own sat Dr Dawkins, Together we were... tipsy. 

But It was understandable, It had been a boring day. 

A storm hung over Port Victory the sky dark and grey, rain battering the earth, the lights lit to try and starve the dark, most if not everyone huddled away in their homes, in that quiet where people don't want to go out as anything important isn't worth getting soaked over.

The hospital had been fairly quiet today, with only a few little things to deal with but not much else.

The sound of the wind and rain battering the world coming though the large window in the theatre, shadows of the rain across the bloody operating table. 

So as we had little to do, Jack and I sat on the theatre seats with a beer each. 

We had said we'd remain mostly sober, just one drink but in the boredom and darkness of the day, I don't think anyone can blame us for the few we had. 

"Jack?"

"Umm?" He mumbled as he sipped his drink, his feet up on the wooden seats his arm leant over his knee, 

"I'm bored," I said but then it clicked, 

"Yep."

"There's nothing to do."

"Yep."

"Jack... Entertain me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm bored."

"How about... we play a game?"

"Ohh? What sort of game?" I glared, "Becuase we're not playing Jack says! I'm not falling for that again." 

"Ohhh come on it was fun!"

"It was not! something else."

"Fine... How about truth or dare?"

"Are we sixteen? Is this a sleepover?"

"Just trying to help, fine I'll shut up." He said as he sipped his drink again, 

"Fine, Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Alright...  when was the last time you cried?"

For a moment he glared at me, "I am not drunk enough for this... uhhh Yesterday probably."

"Why?"

"I stubbed my toe getting out of bed,"

"Awwww, that's fair."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Hum... What's something you do, when you think you're alone?"

"bite my nails."

"Why?"

"I don't know if it's comforting, and my mum used to slap my hands for doing it I just kinda absentmindedly do it when alone." 

"You shouldn't do that."

"Yeah yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you... have anyone you hate?"

"How long have you got" he chuckled,

"Really?"

"I hate a lot of people. People are dicks," He shrugs, "Truth or dare?"

"truth," 

"If you could have any animal as a pet what would you have?"

"A bat."

"Really?"

"Yeah, there freaking adorable." 

"Fair enough." 

This went on for a while of back and forth with various questions none of which were all that interesting, 

"When was the last time you had a bath?"

"...That seems invasive." He chuckled, "And your tone implies you're gonna judge my answer."

"Yes. Yes, I am Jack."

"...Last week."

"You're a gross little man."

"I know," He sighed, "Truth or dare?"

"Uhhh Dare!"

"Oohh Brave girl, Alright finish your drink."

I rolled my eyes and forced down the rest of my bottle, "Truth or dare."

"truth."

"You can't pick truth forever Jack,"

"Next time."

"What's the best advice someone has ever given you?"

He chuckled a little, "I was once told, that no matter what you do in life there are three options, You can do it good, you can do it fast, you can do it easy. But you can only pick two, so if it's good and fast it's not gonna be easy, if it's easy and fast it's not gonna be good, if your trying to make it easy and good well you're not gonna be fast. Think about that a lot."

"Hu... That is kinda insightful. Who told you that?"

"Captian Grimm. Served under him in the navy." 

"He sounds like a very smart man,"

"He could be." He nodded, "truth or dare?"

"truth."

"What's the most trouble you've ever been in?"

"Ohhh Uhhh? My mother caught me cutting the heads off my dolls as a kid."

"Why?"

"I was crazy."

"was?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry."

"It's fine." I glared, "Truth or dare."

"truth."

"Jack!"

"Last one I swear."

"What's your greatest fear?"

"Intimacy. Abandonment and silence."

"Why the silence?"

"You spent ten years on a ship in pitch black, completely silent, it freaks you out." 

"Fair enough,"

"What are you scared of?"

"I didn't say truth,"

"No, I'm just asking you."

"...Time."

"Time?"

"it's ever going, ever flowing constantly nature."

"Fair enough." 

[sleepy3012]

Change: A Hello Nieghbor Au

Summary: They were all depressed and desperate that they needed Change

Chapter 8: You're Life You're Choice

In Trinity's Room: ......

"I'm here to give you a message from my boss and it rea-" Leslie was cut off at mid scentence

"I Don't want anything to do with you fuckers...now leave me room." Trinity growled

"Just....Let me explain okay?" The taller man said

"NO!" She yelled from the top of her lungs "I don't want to hear it! Just GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Were able to revive Your little friend you little shit." Leslie said pinching the edge of his nose

"W..what? What the hell are you talking about?" Trinity asked with shock in her voice

"Oh. Now you want to listen" Leslie rolled his eyes

"Shut up talking about that and tell me what you were talking about."

"Fine, but first...whats the magic word~" This man was playing around with her, Trinity hands turned into fists.

"Stop fucking around and read the damn Note." She growled once again

"Fine, the note reads....You know what just becuase you want to be so mad and pissed off how about you read it.. hm?" He said with a smirk

Trinity felt her face turn red in anger, all she wanted to do right now at the moment was punch the crap out of the taller man who was standing in front of her bed where she was sitting.

"Fine, FINE Just give me the fucking note" She Yelled

And with that she snatched the piece of paper out of Leslie's hand and began to read it.

The Note Read:

Dear Little one, I know about your little Friends death, and I know who's the murderer...I'm pretty sure you want to know who killed you Friend named "Maritza" all you have to do if meet us at the GAAP at Saturday Morning and we'll tell you Every. Single. Detail. You want to know... The more you wait the faster the town will become hell and the people...You will watch the people turn into the real monsters they are.....

Sincerely:

The one you refer to "Crow Face"

Trinity put the note down beside her and took a deep breath and looked up at Leslie and finally spoke...

"So...you guys didn't murder Maritza?"

"Yeah we did, my boss just wrote a whole fucking note to make you feel better" He said sarcastically

"NO We didn't kill your friend you dumb shit"

Trinity rolled her eyes and kept looking at the taller man

Both of them sat there in sclince until Trinity broke the silince.....

"So you're telling me that all I have to do is meet up with you and those Freaks Beaks and you'll tell me everything?" She said raising a brow

"Something like that"

"What do you mean something like that?" Trinity asked

"You'll find out"

"Hold up a minute i'm going to ask my friends if they ca-"

"No" Leslie said cutting her off

"What do you mean "NO" She asked with a frown

"The boss doesn't want you to bring anyone with you, I mean NO ONE"

"WHAT?!" She yelled neraly screaming "But....Why?"

Leslie looked at her and shruged "Beats me, all iv'e told you today is everthing I know, sooo what do you think? You're going to meet up with us?"

"First, thats just stupid"

"Second I don't know.." she edmited "I have a feeling this is a path to ethier a Trap or Death..."

"What do you think?" Sje asked Leslie

"I don't fucking know? i'm not YOU, YOU'RE You, This is you're Life so its You're choice to ethier to meet up with my team or just sit here and watch Raven Brooks turn into hell"

Both of them let out a sigh of stress

"I should go its getting late and your little ass needs to get some sleep." He chuckled

"What about you? What do you do to relive your stress, take a nap too?" Trinity grined

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep you little shit head" Leslie said chuckling as he made his way out of trinity's room.

Meanwhile With Aaron and Nicky:

"You Stupid whore thats not how you do IT!!"

"Shut up you don't even know how to play the game"

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

smoking weed kinda alwaus covered up the fact that i am extremely intense and constantly bewiledered by the fact i had to watch a man die as a child & i dont know anyone else who experienced this so ive never really related to another person. Like ever since that happened i had to smoke so muchhh weed to stop my brain from reminding me every single moment we're alive is the most alive we'll ever be so we have to cherish it to its utmost glory we have to express ourselves to the highest degree we have to bare our entire souls and all our vulnerabilities and never regret staying alive purely for the vividness of every single moment + the awareness of the layers of every moment that came before it Becuase it scares people when they learn you feel that way. they think you're crazy and yeah I Am crazy like im too crazy to not be on downers 24/7 so i can just merely present myself to the world without freaking the shit out of everyone but i hate being dull i hate it so bad i just want to be fucking crazy and free i actually love the unhinged horrific perspective i was unwillingly thrown into like a brick thru a windowpane. my life rules and my beautiful mind rules too i'll never be chill i'll always be a child of death and i love that truthfully i do. i simply must own it or it will own me.

[sky-is-the-limit]

I like König purely becuase tall masked man but Gaz. Our man Gaz. He's beautiful. He's committed to what he believes in and he delivers some good one liners. In my eyes it's the same shit different fandom. Whenever a popular piece of media gains traction the only poc characters mysteriously disappear. I want to make it clear to the finicky people of fandoms you don't have to read or write or draw characters you don't like.That being said a discussion needs to be had about how fandoms often treat poc characters. To see people replace the main character with someone not even evolved in the main campaign is mind boggling. "But I don't know Gaz well enough" then you don't know Price well enough seeing as they're with each other most of the campaign. "But the actors sexuality" let me tell yall now how yall don't care. There's plenty of actors whose characters you write for are married with whole ass families or of a different sexuality and you still write their characters ignoring those facts. Yall didn't care before and yall dont care now don't try and act like you have some sort of upper ground. If you're not attracted to Gaz that's fine no one is forcing you to be. But completely writing out his character or not including him in TF 141 edits is mad. There's plenty of fics I've read where Gaz is not the main love interest but more of a friend/brotherly figure but at least he is there and the writer does his character justice. But I will say the Gaz fics are some of the fluffiest ones I've read. Real heart warming stuff.

AMEN. I also thirst after König because he's a big masked man, I devour all the smut content and the edits, I'm as thirsty as the next hoe in this place, there's nothing wrong with thirsting after König or Keegan or whoever else. There's also nothing wrong with NOT thirsting after Gaz, like no one is forcing someone to like a character they don't, that's just stupid. Also if you haven't played the games because you don't have access to do so or even don't want to that's totally valid and fine, many people read the wikis/watch vids/engage with the fandom and that's really cool to see, even if you're just here to thirst, been there done that.

With that being said, the stupid excuses that raise concern in this fandom are totally valid to be talked about. 1) "I'm not attracted to Gaz/I don't add him in 141 thirst content because Elliot is gay" What does the actor's sexuality have to do with the character? As far as I know Gaz' sexuality is nowhere discussed or confirmed, same way for the rest of the characters so why on earth does Elliot's sexuality matter in this context?

I don't see this being a big deal to people who ship Ghost x Soap since Neil and Samuel are only involved with women irl because guess what? It.doesn't.matter. They're ACTORS. Their personal lives have nothing to do with the characters they portray so why is it only an issue when it comes to Gaz/Elliot?

2) "I don't know him well enough." From that it's clear that you haven't played the games cause Gaz is literally who you play as in both MW1/MW2 so you know him as much as Price and MORE than Ghost or Soap. Which again, it's totally fine but when it's paired with König who you literally don't know cause that mf has only 1 paragraph on his wiki and the only thing said about him is that he had anxiety growing up (that some people infantilize and it's weird) in freaking 141 content that he has NOTHING to do with but leave out the first member of TF141 then...?

I've had many people under my posts commenting that the way some people treat Gaz in this fandom feels kinda racist and I admit this was not my initial thought due to me being privileged enough to not have it as such but after reading all these comments it does seem that way for some (like I said many do it due to either thirsting after masked men or haven't played/bothered with the games) and it's not fucking okay cause that goes further than fiction (someone said that 'oh they're fictional, they don't care if they're included or not' yeah Emily but you're excluding a 141 member from 141 content who happens to be a poc and his VA/FA is a gay man so let's talk about it.)

To the people who get annoyed/upset that I talk about this as if I don't have the right to, if you're in a fandom you can talk about the things you don't like/criticise certain behaviour without it being "such a big deal" since we're talking about fictional characters, when people are engaging with a fandom, spend hours reading/watching/playing content, they're also allowed to talk about things they don't like in said fandom. Relax.

Anyway, stan Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick cause he's the coolest mf in MW ✌️

[myscprin]

9, 16, 23! ;)

Eeehehehehehe thank you for the ask! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶💛

9. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Well it all started with roleplaying on GaiaOnline in elementary school. It was fun making up stories that included all my interests. It wasn't until I got into highschool, after i kept getting ditched, that I realized "oh... I could control ALL of the narrative." Bwuahahhahaha. Shenenagains since then.

16. What do you struggle with most when writing?

Can't cop out and say all of it, can I. Aside from summoning the will and energy to start, the next struggle is dialogue! I love adding onto incorrect house of ashes lines, but sewing that into a fic is hard for me. When i go to reread it, it seems stiff and artificial? Idk. Would he say that?

23. Story you'd love to write, but haven't even started yet.

Oh... My moots... My beautiful moots who cheer me on while I spiral with this rough gem. Jalim age reversal. Gonna cut because.. Man..

Basically the ancient debris dust that fell on Jason also got to Salim too. Instead of cursing them with incurable lung tar, it causes them to wake up as Baaabbiieesss! (Y'know that goopy molasses stuff that preserved that anicient soldier? That. But even mooooore youthful).

Anyway, cue Zain and his dear friend Tariq raising these 2 kids until they become their parents again. Just a bunch of fluffy slice of life stuff with a sprinkle of Zain learning about Salim's struggles growing up, a dash of humbling. Also realizing how good Salim did at raising him and how bad of a parent he'd be. Can't help but cut the serious with some silly pettiness-- returning the same life lessons/little traumas to Salim. "You don't wanna eat? You're gonna have my slipper for dinner if you dont eat your stew!"

Bonus for ya: i havent gotten around to writing it because theres too many logistics and im indecisive af. I struggle with choosing the age they revert to. As much as I want infant Jason... Idk how they'd do milk. Does Salim recover quicker becuase he theoretically inhaled less? How much of themselves/memories do they retain when they de-age? Will they remember any of this when they age back up?

Too many plot questions that I dont wanna answer. Lemme just have Zain and Tariq freak out bc they can't find a toddler Jason hiding in a crumpled sweater on thr floor. I want my burnt toast Salim and butter blond Jason! 😭

[lillytalons]

I need just a whole collection of the witty things Shallan has said, but my favorite quote that I've read so far is her conversation with Adolin where he's like, 'you're really pale'

'it's natural'

'because you're Veden?'

'becuase I'm always at the edge of panic these days'

She's trying to be all feminine and flirty and failing so badly because she just can't keep her brain to mouth filter functioning for more than 10 minutes. She's giving away bits of her plan to people constantly and they don't notice because they don't realize she tells the truth nearly as much as she does. It's great. And Adolin is already smitten with her becuase of how unconventional she is which is even better.

(Also her banter with Kaladin is freaking hilarious. I'm so ready for these three brilliantly competent idiots to be besties.

[blood-injections]

Hmm another android au idea and also venom sib angst. So. Asshole Party Poison thats like stuck up and doesn't see droids as people and doesn't think they're alive. Versus,, theres a few options here. Asshole Party versus Ghoul whos secretly an android that escaped the city, and hides it because well, as you can imagine, people dont always have the best reactions. But one day hes hurt or something and they all find oit and either Partys like. Well i know you you're my friend ive seen you scream and cry and laugh and have nightmares and be a person, so i guess i was wrong, sorry if i ever made you think you couldn't trust me because of that.

Or. It goes the bad route and Party freaks out, and accuses Ghoul of being a spy or something and tells him to leave and theyre both yelling and he leaves because surprise! he doesn't feel safe anymore, and in his mind hes been abandoned like he has by everyone else, and he hates himself for what he is and how it drives people away. Meanwhile the crew is tearing itself apart becuase Kobra and Jet don't have the same reservations as Party about droids and Kobra especially gets pissed and storms off after his best friend that was just fucking kicked out so there's the venom sibling angst there too and jets just like freaking out like worried for ghoul and dissapointed in party but also shes just like in shock because shes desert born she knew there were droids in the city but nothing really about them like what they looked like or if they were people or if they could even leave the city and ots all something shes never thought of till now, when suddenly one of her friends is one. So shes a mess and shes torn between going and finding ghoul and Kobra or staying and dealing with party all the while trying to work out her own opinion on it all, which ends up being that she may not know anything about androids but ghoul is still ghoul.

There could also be a venom sibling version of all this, where, again, asshole party poison, but its kobra thats the droid, and maybe hes always been or maybe poison did have a sibling once but they were replaced for some reason and what replaced them became Kobra. Maybe Kobra doesn't even know hes one. Maybe they're not blood siblings, maybe Kobra was a kid poison picked up off the streets or early on in he zones, and theyre not blood but they might as well be, but kobras secretly an android. Or maybe something horrible happened to him, and he was recently turned into one, whether he was experimented on or something equally horrible, and his mind was transferred into the body of an android or he was just so fucked up that like everything in his body was replaced by mechanics, maybe purely as an experiment to see if it worked, if someone could survive all that and still have a fighting spirit.

Whatever it is, then everyone finds out, party finds out and same thing, either theyre like oh i was wrong, yea of course you're still my brother, or party freaks out, feels betrayed, scared that there was an imposter in their life for so long, and accuses kobra of being a spy or whatever, and kobra like im your brother. Please. And Poisons like but you're not. You're not, you're a fake, you're not human. And yeah. Venom sibling angst. Yum.

[bellascarousel]

you know why i do this???? of caming here and ask you to not be suchna a fatphobic, just becuase it is painful to see woman ( even plus sice woman, as you said you are) mocking on a woman who is a plus size too, yeah this is a fictional character who not even exist but what you did to her trandsfer to real life, as you mock and treat her bad wishing her t end alone or not accept in the bridgerton family is what you will do to other fat woman . And not suggest me therapy or that i have problems, simone is a freaking bad person and you all support that!!!!

All right. You know what? I'm going to answer all of your stupid, bullying, harassment disguised as "asks". Some of this may get redundant, because YOU are redundant. Constantly saying the same thing over and over and over and over. You're fucking exhausting, honestly.

This is gonna be long, since I'm answering like half a dozen asks all at once. So, rant is below the cut.

I do not know how many times I can tell you that I'm not fucking fatphobic, and my problem with Penelope Featherington has nothing to do with her weight. But, apparently we're going to try to answer THAT question tonight, too. Yeah. I don't like her character. Because of her fucking ACTIONS. But, I know that you will give me more opportunities to talk about this, so whatever. Moving on.

what it is disgusting is you liking and supporting simone ashley that much when it is clear she is evil. While trashing plus sizes. Also it ks sad and disgustin how you probably laugh and ock with your friends in privat about polin sex scenes, what... you laugh at nic`s belly?? ohh yes fucking disuting simone is skinny bitch with flat stomach, not any fat there SHIT!!! life is so much more easy for her because of it and you all still support her .

What is so "evil" about Simone? The fact that she's skinny? I'm sure Nicola would just LOVE to see how her so-called "fans" (we will definitely get to why you aren't actually a fan of hers, later) trash-talk one of her friends. I have never "trashed" Nicola. I may talk trash about PENELOPE - the FICTIONAL CHARACTER - because of her actions and the way she was written. But, I have no fucking problem with NICOLA as a person. And certainly not with her looks. She's fucking gorgeous. I will admit to preferring the Kathony sex scenes to any of the ones in seasons 1 or 3, or in QC. But, that's because they're less graphic. I'd dislike them just as much if they were as "in your face" as the others. As for Simone having it easier than Nicola because of her size... honey, I can guarantee that a LOT more doors were closed to Simone for the color of her skin than were closed to Nicola for her weight.

and you know what?? eah, i search for your shit becuase what you wished for pen is what you did to poor fat irls who happened to jump into you in life

Can you please try to comprehend that not liking a fictional character for her ACTIONS in no way correlates to how I treat people in real life? Though, TBF, if somebody were to "jump into me" in real life, I probably would have fucking problems with them, too. Since, uh, pretty sure that phrase means giving people shit and fucking bullying them. So, yeah. I'd have a fucking problem with somebody "jumping into me" no matter WHAT they look like.

I don't consider show edwina or Mary not loving kate. Why you keep putting them as the evil ones even in the show when they are not???

Because actions speak louder than words. And one conversation each, at the end of the season, doesn't make up for them ignoring her, and everything else. But, since I could write a fucking ESSAY on why I don't like show Mary, or show Edwina - especially in comparison to their book counterparts - I'm just going to leave it at that. They may have loved her because she was family (though, let's not forget Edwina disowning her), but they didn't love her as a person. They didn't even KNOW her as a person, and neither of them cared to even try until she almost died. Had Kate not had that accident, Edwina probably would have gone to her grave hating her for the crime of daring to have feelings of her own - that she didn't even act on.

Anthonh never was colinas father. Don't say BS , he was welcome st colin's bachelor party!! But he didn't care enough to go. When his brither was steuggling he only attempt to be smug and arrogant about his marriage instead of helping him!! I think that will be okey with you since you are a fatphobe and you only like toxic man

Umm... not only have I never said that Anthony was Colin's father, I've never heard anybody ELSE say that, either. And I've also never seen anybody say that Anthony wasn't invited to Colin's bachelor party. So... maybe stop getting mad at shit you make up in your own head? I don't know what the in-universe reason for Anthony not being there was. My personal guess is that either Kate was experiencing morning sickness and Anthony was taking care of her, or an emergency came up with the estate. Though, the real reason is that the production chose to film that scene during a time that Jonny wasn't available. There's a cynical part of me that wonders if they did it on purpose to create this fucking fandom drama. But, maybe that's just the fact that it's getting close to my bedtime talking.

And, okay. Yeah. Anthony is an idiot. A clown. He was still riding the high of somehow actually getting this woman to marry him after doing everything wrong. But, on that note. What advice was he going to give? "You saw what I did, last season? Don't do that." The simple truth is that Anthony had no advice to give, because he has no bloody clue how he ended up married to Kate. Would you actually WANT that idiot giving your fave relationship advice? Sounds like a good way to break Polin up, actually.

In lets run aways together the problem is not bagwell, is that you made edwina so badN that is not show edwina. And you made kate a bitch!! Trily she needed to humilate edwina and mary that much??? Threatening them to not have money !!!?? What a bitch!! It could have be funny if it os not sad how you like that your faves are bad people. You made kabtjiby so shit people and they ar eyour faves!! For kanthony fajs it is okey to cheat on your own sister and it is okey to threatenee them to be por and edwina need to end poor while kate got all.

Oh, here we go. First of all, so glad to see that you are now on-board with Bagwell. I'm guessing that's since she didn't end up with the prince in the show, either? But, I portrayed Edwina exactly the way I saw her. And... honestly, she turned out a lot nicer than I was expecting her to. I did NOT expect that convo with the queen where she realized and admitted her own faults.

But, where did Kate humiliate Edwina and Mary? I just read over the parts of LRAT where she talked to them and see nothing that could be considered humiliating. And where the fuck did I have them threaten them to be poor? Anthony provided them with an allowance - on top of providing a home for them. And then Anthony gave Edwina a dowry. At no time were either of them threatened to not have money. They had an allowance, they were GIVEN a home, Edwina had a dowry. The ONLY conditions on ANY of that was that for Edwina to get her dowry, she had to start treating Kate like an actual sister again, and she had to marry somebody who would actually make her HAPPY. Oh, the horror!

But! You know who WAS going to be poor if her family had their way? KATE. Mary and Edwina were both perfectly fine with the idea of Kate going back to India and becoming a servant when it was EDWINA that was going to be a rich viscountess. What Kate and Anthony gave Mary and Edwina was a fuck of a lot more than Mary and Edwina would have given Kate.

why you like kanthony and why you hate polin??? wy you love kate and hate Pen???

Oh... this one is actually kind of fun! Kathony are... two little puzzle pieces that just fit together. They were made for each other. And not just in the sense that it's a romance novel, so of course they were written for each other. They just give the feeling of having been made for each other in-universe, too. They bring out the best in each other, and make each other better. I wrote a whole fucking essay about them embodying Edmund's line about how you can't give somebody your best until you've let them see your worst. I'm sure you've read it, since you stalk my blog like it's your job. And I relate to them. I relate to Kate feeling like she doesn't belong. I relate to Anthony feeling like nothing he does is ever right. I relate to feeling like not only does love need to be earned, but that you're failing to do so. I also love how they could be themselves with each other in a way they couldn't with anybody else. Like, Daphne mentioned before Anthony's first wedding how he never smiles or laughs anymore. But, he smiles and laughs with Kate. They healed each other.

I didn't finish Polin's book because it bored me. I loved Colin in every book but his own. In his book, I wanted to stab him. And the book was just boring in general. The best parts in it were Hyacinth and Felicity. I just never really got that "meant to be together" vibe from them that I got from Kathony. And they just... didn't really have any stakes. I think I like when my romance characters are damaged in some way. And Polin just really weren't. Which might be a big part of why their book bored me.

Comparing Kate to Pen... Kate made mistakes. Of course she did. But, she owned up to them. And most of them were made out of love. She loved Edwina and wanted her to have everything her heart desired. Even at the expense of Kate's own heart. Pen... most of her mistakes were out of jealousy and spite. And she never really atones for any of it.

You'll notice that I didn't mention appearance at all. Now, I challenge you to do the same. Tell me why you like Pen and not Kate, and Polin and not Kathony. But! You aren't allowed to mention Nicola's weight. I want to know what you like about Penelope as a CHARACTER.

you cynical bitch. Ypu post about fatness when you dislike Pen because you canpt stand a fat woman being love. If this wasn`t true you would have love her not matter what

OMFG! So-called Penelope stans actually respect Nicola's wishes and go a whole day without mentioning her weight, or calling her fat challenge! Nicola has asked, repeatedly, for people to not talk about her weight. But, that is all you people EVER talk about. You have absolutely zero respect for her as a person, and only pretend to give a shit about her because of her weight. If you were really a fan of hers, you would show some fucking respect and do as she has REPEATEDLY asked, and STOP CALLING HER FAT EVERY FUCKING DAY. I find it fascinating that you keep calling Kathony fans fatphobic, and yet, you literally see NOTHING about Nicola or Penelope except her weight. Honey, you're the one being fatphobic. Because you are the one reducing her to nothing but a number on a scale.

So, sorry. But, no. It doesn't work that way. Her weight doesn't give her a free pass. Penelope as a character is frankly a jealous bitch. And I am not required to love her despite that just because she also happens to be bigger. The two things are not at all related. I would hate Penelope's character even if she was as skinny as Kate.

So there! Most of your asks have now been answered. Now, leave me the fuck alone! Why don't you find some people who like the same things you do and talk about things you actually LIKE?! That sounds like a lot more fun than bullying and harassing people for the crime of not liking the same fictional character you do. Get a fucking life!

[gege-wondering-around]

I've got a no pressure whatsoever ask for you cariad! It just occurred to me to ask so I'll send before I forget!

What are your top 5 favourite love songs, and why?

hello my sweet friend! thank so so much for the sweet ask and so sorry to answer this so late but i only found some time today!

anyway, let's get this going!

soooooo...

to make it simple, the part that i'm gonna specifically refering to are two:

Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?

because this song is all about the purify of the innocent love you find when you are both young and don't know anything. you don't know how to talk, you don't know what to say and on road trips (Bad luck to talk on these rides / Mind on the road, your dilated eyes) when you have nothing to do other than drive and sing, your mind start to wonder and you ask yourself how to live a love you're just beginning to understand.

and

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension You say we're small and not worth the mention You're tired of movin', your body's achin' We could vacay, there's places to go Clearly this isn't all that there is Can't take what's been given But we're so okay here, we're doing fine / Primal and naked You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned It's just a skull, least that's what they call it And we're free to roam

this. this because it's hopeful and full of struggles, this is all about wanting to be something else while being something we aren't able to accept. it's a hope that will never come to the surface cause neither in the couple can talk about it, neither can say anything cause Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything? and whoever is speaking (cause in the song this is like the most talked part, not even sang much - very beautiful to me, how it is expressed and how it echoes within people) wanna be something more, something free...

If you listen to this part, this sounds like a dying hope. something meant to never happen cause they never talked about any of it, cause when we are young, words ain't something we use much...

the whole freaking lyrics themselves says everything there is to say.

people forget what love is really about so often (in my opinion) and this song is a sweet, old reminder that love ain't about big things or any of that shit, it's all about true love and understanding and i love how the singer keep saying

Hey, lover!

because even the singer's lover forget what love is about, and the singer is trying to remind their partner that love isn't material.

love is a vow, love is a oath, because the feeling dies and love becomes a choise.

I mean, idk about others, but when you tryna save something, or you wanna try againt at something, or you just wanna your person to fight with you for 'us', there's a limit you can't pass.

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline That's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out, night and day Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay / I can't go any further than this / I want you so bad, it's my only wish

becuase there's so much hope, so much wish, so much will to wait for something that may never arrive, for the other person to meet you helfway cause it ain't for everyone to come to terms with what happened or what could end up happening that they just go so far back in themselves that the only place you can wait for them is right at the borderline becuase if you overstep, you'll overstep the your self respect and pass onto their side, diving through what they are a bit too much.

Cause something people just wanna be left alove, or maybe they really don't want to be left and can't find a way to meet you somewhere manageable for you both.

but the singer's hope never dies. the cheering hope and sweet call of coming to meet her is not forced not is it begged. she ask to be met, hopefully, on the borerline of what they can be without merging into each other.

this is what love can also be, when you let the other be everything that will eventually destroy you cause you can't get enough of them, and i find it sweet and violent, innocent and obsessive (the type of love that looks good only on paper and fanfic, cause this can be very dangerous for people in love irl) but it's what love feels like.

to let the other have every little way to end you and still trstu them that they won't but that they also won't stop giving you whant you love the most about them (and you're willing to let them overdose you, even if they won't do it)

because if the singer could:

If your love was a pill, I'd overdose Wrap me in your arms 'til my heartbeat slows If your love was a cig', I'd smoke my lungs Every time I think I'm done, I need another one

becuase they WANNA be destroyed by their lover cause their love is has everything they want, and they are addicted to it. yet the other seems to not give the singer what he wants, he never gets the pill or the cig' cause the partner might know the long way both could go.

becuase maybe the partner knows about how much death love can cause, perpahs?

this.

And I said Wait just a little while And tell me where you've been I've been staying up at night Thinking about it And it's been oh so long That I've been feeling like this And I know that I've never been more sure

this is all about wanting to get deeper within the other, to knwo them more and to get a connection to form even deeper between both.

the man sing about his lady and their playful adventures they they both loved and treasured, but he still, wholeheartedly, wonder to get to know her more cause he loves her so much (without even needing to say so) that he longs to know her, to get to be part of her life by having her willingly share with him her stories from the past just to know her a little better.

and he ask

wait just a little while, and tell me where you've been

because he wants to know her for who she was and not onlt for the person he is being with in the moment, cause you never really form a connection with someone unless you're so invested in them that knowing almost doesn't fell as nearly enough, you need to feel them, to get to be someone they share stories with.

cause we are people made of stories. if we don't know and accept our past, we could never form a connection with someone who wanna knows us.

cause what will you tell them?

how can you describe who you are without picking up parts from your past?

plus:

honorable mention (in my native language)

this was the first love song i can remember and i shared this connection to this song with my first sweet love, back in time when we were fairly young and also stupid.

but whenever i feel lonely, or i get ask about a love song, this one comes to mind and every time, EVERY SINGLE TIME, i can only remeber a single verse of this song and i always end up having the hardest time to remember the title, cause it's been so long and i can't listen to this song without thinking about the past, sweet and painful as it was, for just a little while.

(plus the transaction in English if you are interested in founding out what the singer is saying -> link)

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anyway, this was a rollercostear through my playlists cause i never really thought of this, my fav love songs, and i did some digging to find the ones that could fir the best in this list.

i hope you'll like them and i can't wait to read about yours, cause im running to you ask box like the curious bird i am🫂

thank you again @dontcallpanic and i wish you all the best, thank you for being the splendid person that you are 🩵

[the-fiction-witch]

I Need Help

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 3252

As I moved restlessly around the house, I meticulously checked and prepared everything. The dining table is spotless and uncluttered, while the fridge is meticulously stocked with carefully prepared meals, each one labelled with its date and cooking instructions. The milk has been properly organized by expiration date and labelled accordingly. Meanwhile, the bottle warmer is already in action, sterilizing the second batch of bottles, with the first batch neatly stored in the cupboard. Additionally, all the pacifiers have been thoroughly cleaned and sterilized. In the pantry, an array of cookies, snacks, and tea is neatly arranged, and the diaper cupboard is fully stocked and organized. Lastly, the teethers are already chilling in the freezer, ready for use.

I. Am. Prepared.

Bing

What the bloody hell was that! I jumped out of my skin leaping halfway across the kitchen, Ohh... just the bottle sanitiser machine. It's finished.

No need to give me a heart attack bottle machine!

I approached the sink, eager to begin the meticulous process of cleaning the baby bottles. First, I lathered my hands thoroughly with gentle, antibacterial soap, ensuring to scrubbed every nook and cranny. After drying my hands with a fresh, sealed dry wipe, I carefully donned a new pair of latex gloves. With deliberate movements, I retrieved the freshly cleaned bottles from the machine and placed them on their designated shelf, ensuring to seal the shelf with hygiene tape. Next, I carefully took the hand-washed and mini dishwasher-treated bottles from the rack, adding them one by one to the sanitizing machine. As I set the machine in motion, I discarded my gloves and once again washed my hands, ensuring every step along the way maintained impeccable hygiene standards.

"Hey Newtie Booty," Y/n giggled as she came down the stairs, in her comfy clothes ready for her long flight, her Y/H/C hair pulled up into a braid,

"Ah! Love!" I jumped, "Don't! I'm full of enough anxiety right now,"

"I can tell," she giggled,

"You can?"

"Newt, you're hyperventilating and you're chewing on your hoodie strings."

"Maybe I am," I sighed forcing it out my mouth, "I'm sorry love I'm just... nervous is all.... this is the first time I've been alone with all four of them. Ever. Since they have been alive." I explained, "I'm freaking out!"

"Newt. You'll be fine babies are more resilient them you give them credit for," She chuckled, "Remember when you couldn't burp Simon for a week becuase you weren't burping him hard enough,"

"I remember," I sighed, "But I felt bad... I didn't want to hit his little back too hard,"

"You are so sweet," she cooed kissing my cheek, "You'll be fine it's just a week."

"Just a week," I nodded already feeling overwhelmed,

"Hey, remember what we talked about? Breaking down your jobs into steps?" She suggested,

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah... just a week. But a week is a whole seven days."

"Hey, hey, break it down." she suggested, "It's seven days. and you're on day one so it's really only six days, five and a half if you could be coming home on Friday,"

"Yeah... I guess that's true," I nodded,

"And really over those five and a half days you only need to break it down into eight feedings a day which is only really four in the morning and four in the afternoon, plus the twelve hours a day they are sleeping so really it either sleep or eat at any one time which if you get them all onto the same sleep and eat schedule it shouldn't be to... Hard." She explained but then she noticed my face, "This isn't helping? is it?"

"It is not love," I admit,

"Sorry Newt,"

"It's fine. It's okay." I gasped,

"You'll be fine," she smiled giving my lips a soft little kiss, "I have complete faith in you Newt,"

"You do?"

"Of course I do," She smiled, "Maybe this is the moment all those paternal instincts the books talk about will kick in, and you'll finally become the amazing super daddy they know you can be,"

I blushed, "I hope so, I love them so much... I just... worry about everything for them."

"I know you do, but do try and have some fun while I'm gone okay?"

"Okay," I nodded, "I'll try, I hope everything is okay."

"I'm sure it's fine, I'd say us all go but seems like more stress, I'll bring you a magnet," she smiled kissing my cheek before she headed to the door,

"Hey," I stop her, "I love you,"

"I love you too," She smiled and we shared a soft sweet kiss, "Have fun,"

"You too," I smiled,

As she prepared to leave, we exchanged one final kiss, savouring the moment before parting ways. She threw her bag into the car and then glanced back at me, blowing a farewell kiss as she reversed out of our driveway. I stood there, watching as her car made its way down the road, turning the corner until it vanished from sight.

And it sunk in... I really am... alone...

And as soon as I had a moment to breathe the crying began.

I rushed upstairs making sure to lock the door and bolting into the nursery where I saw the four sweet little cribs, each I passed to find who was crying.

Robin was fine,

Wren was fine,

Jay was fine,

And so the crying was coming from little Sparrow, so I picked her up in my arms and gave her a sweet kiss or two to soothe her cries, I cooed petting her soft little blonde and Y/H/C hair little sparrow our only girl somehow got a mix of Y/n and I's hair and she had one Y/E/C eye and one brown eye she's my special little sparrow. Robin was a redhead of course part of why we named him it even before we knew about all four of them, and both Wren and Jay both had my dusty blonde. As soon as Sparrow was back to sleep I set her down in her crib again and did my best to speak away but before I could my phone went off for feeding time which woke all of them.

"Oh Bloody hell..." I groaned,

I sat on the rocking chair in the nursery my eyes half-lidded, my breaths slow, the rocking almost sending me to sleep at this rate, Wren against my chest as he finished up his bottle. I was beyond exhausted, but I got them all down for their meal and when I burp Wren and set him to bed they shall all be about the same for sleep with a few minutes of gradual wake-up for the night feed so all four don't wake up at once, which I should be able to manage. I hope. If I can keep them on this routine for the next few days. This is hard normally for me and Y/n to balance all four babies but on my own... I just don't have enough arms with which to cradle babies. Once he finished his bottle I wiped his messy little chin and burped him luckily he burped fairly fast so I kissed him and set him down in his crib.

"Nightie night little ones, sleep tight, don't let those bed bugs bite ya." I cooed giving them each a goodnight kiss before I double-checked the baby monitor, as well as left the nursery door open as I went across the hall and fell onto the bed passing out.

I woke to the sounds that chilled my very core, all four babies crying relentlessly in pain, and bird song. No. No! I couldn't have slept through my alarms!

I grabbed my phone and to my horror, I hadn't plugged it in last night... and it had died!

"Oh no!" I gulped boolting out of bed and into the nursery trying to soothe my poor starving babies! "I'm so so so sorry my little ones, Daddy is so sorry, dadyd didn't mean to miss your feeding, I'm so sorry my loves," I cooed trying not to cry, I felt like such a bad father! They were crying begging for milk their poor little baby tummies must have been so empty!

I quickly gathered them up in their carrier taking them downstairs so I could feed all four in the kitchen as soon as the bottles were warm, but "Oh no! Oh No!" I gasped as in my sleepy haze last night I had forgotten to close the fridge door! and everything inside was bad, surely it couldn't have just- No... no no no the cooker clock is wrong... we, We had a power outage! No! We had a power outage with the fridge doors open! All the milk for the babies was unusable, all the meals for me were soaked and ruined. "I'm so so sorry my little ones, daddy fucked up, daddy made a big mistake! But it's okay. we have emergency formula milk which should be okay just for this week, and I'll do a delivery and get myself some food in for a few days it's okay..."I explained to them as they cry, "We just need your..." I gasped as I turned to the pantry, "Oh no... no... no no no no!" I fell to my knees as the water that had leaked from the defrosting freezer and fridge had leaked all the way across the kitchen to the pantry, every single diaper I had was soaked in water and unusual, and water had gotten in the formula cartons flooding the whole floor with milk. "Oh no... daddy fucked up, daddy really really fucked up!" I gasped trying not to cry as I tried to think of what on earth I could do!

I need to go get food, and milk and formula, and diapers, and I need to take four babies, and they are starving, and crying, and I'm crying cause I feel like a terrible father.

"I... I need help..." I cried,

I called up the group chat for help and explained my situation, I didn't know what else to do or whom else to call. Y/n is a thousand miles away she can't help me.

I tried to do what little I could but soon they arrived, Like three golden angels,

Thomas, Minho and Gally.

"Right. We are here. And we are here to assist!" Minho said, "Where are babies in need of love and affection!"

"Bring me a baby to snuggle!" Thomas begged,

"Baby Wren for you," I told thomas as I handed him over, "Baby Robin for you," I told Minho as I handed him over, keeping Jay and Sparrow in my arms.

"Awww such the cutest little puddling pop" Thomas cooed peppering Wren with all the love and attention possible,"

"I am made of muscles, muscles for baby cuddles!" Minho explained,

"Not so loud Min, Babies. small ears."

"Right," He nodded, "Muscels for baby cuddles," he whispered just as hyped,

"Okay. We have enough formula and diapers to get you through the next forty-eight hours, after that two will do a shopping run while the others play with the babies at the park. Yes, I know you split your shops into two stores becuase of items that's why we go one pair into one while the other pair minds the baby's second store we switch. We also brought you two takeaway pizzas and enough fries to kill a small elephant to keep you going till we can get some groceries in you. I also came prepared with additional towels for the fridge and some new baby bottles that may do in a pinch while others are sanitizing." Gally explained,

"Gally... I could kiss you," I told him,

"You are a married man with four children that makes me uncomfortable,"

"I am sure in this situation Natgalie will understand, but know I would kiss you in spirit."

"Gross. Mouths or butts what is the more pressing issue,"

"Mouths I missed a feeding so they have been crying out and I just feel like the worst father on earth," I cried looking as poor little Jay cried in my arms,

"You are not a bad father Newt. everyone gets overwhelmed. Happens to us all." Minho explained as he took Wren from thomas,

Thomas went to make the bottles up, "Yeah come on man every dad gets one fuck up,"

"None of you are fathers."

"No... but I like to feel I have a very fatherly vibe," Minho said,

"which do you want to give me," Gally asked,

"I'm okay," I nodded,

"Newt. There are four babies. and four of us. we need to share the load." Thomas said as he brought bottles for all four babies,

"Okay, take Jay. He's mad at me anyway," I sighed handing Jay over to Gally and sitting in my chair to feed little sparrow who drank up her bottle so fast, "uhh yeah they missed at least one feeding so... we may need a refill."

"Another round of baby cocktails Thomas!" Minho ordered,

"Coming right up four baby formula cocktails," Thomas said, "can I reuse bottles or-"

"Whatever you need to Tommy," I answered,

I collapsed on the chair as soon as all four babies were in bed, sitting with the guys.

"Have you even slept?" Gally asked,

"No... too many schedules too-" I began,

"Go," Minho demanded,

"I'm fine I'll be-"

"Go Newt," Thomas demanded,

"Don't make us feed, burp, change and read you to bed Newt... cause we will do it," Minho warned,

"Okay, Okay, I'm going," I sighed,

"Not gonna lie that does sound kinda nice," Thomas nodded, but got glares, "Kidding."

"Wake me when the kids-"

"No. Sleep. we will deal with them get some goddamn rest." Gally demanded,

"...fine, just yell me if there-"

"rest!" They all yelled,

"I'm going I swear," I said getting up and heading up to my room but I couldn't check in on them I found Robin squirming so I gave him a quick cuddle in the rocking chair till he was happy, but by then Sparrow was squirming so I gave her a cuddle, but by then Wren was squirming and wanted cuddles, and of course the moment I was finished with him Jay wanted cuddles but I settled him ready for this dance to begin again until just as I set jay down in his crib I was grabbed by my hoodie and pulled from the nursery, rolled along the floor into a blanket like a sushi roll and thrown on my bed, "Guys!"

"Rest," Thomas told me,

"Or else," Minho warned before they shut my door,

"What if I have to pee?!"

"hop to the bathroom!" Gally yelled,

"Can I have my phone?"

"Sleep!" They all yelled,

I smiled as I sat with little Jay on my leg giving him some bounces as we all sat at the table to do some crafting, something to take up time between naps and food, I had Jay, Minho had Sparrow, Gally had Robin and Thomas had Wren all of us sat around the table with some baby safe paint and paper.

"Hum..." Thomas pondered,

"Enlighten us," Gally sighed,

"...If I give Sparrow the pink paint to do her painting... am I being sexist 'cause she's a girl." he said, "Or if I give the boys pink and I don't give Sparrow pink is that also sexist..." he said, "Or If I-"

"Thomas. it's baby paints. don't think too hard about it," Minho sighed,

"Why not just do their favourite colours?" Gally sighed,

"Uhhh they are like three months old... they don't have colour preferences," I told them,

"Ohh... really?" thomas asked,

"Not really, they don't even really have toy preferences yet," I answered,

"They are like tiny not yet people" Minho chuckled,

"They kinda are," I laughed giving Jay a little kiss on the head, "Bu there my tiny not yet people,"

"Adorable," Gally sighed, "Just hand out some paint already thomas,"

I sat holding Jay as I finished up changing him luckily with four pairs of hands things were going fairly smoothly or as smoothly as four men in a house with four babies can go.

"Ohh I think Jay needs changing," Minho called,

"Uhh, I just changed him," I said,

"Well, he stinky,"

"You sure, cause I have Jay Min,"

"Oh... shit. Sorry Wren I thought you were your brother."

"Give Wren here I'll change him," I chuckled,

So Minho brought Wren over and I swapped him with Jay, "Nap?"

"Yes please,"

"The baby,"

"Both. Yeah, Jay needs nap time, Sparrow will be up in a second for her bottle." I explained as I began to change Wren,

"How did you get stuck on the baby changing station?"

"I don't know, I guess it's kinda fair you guys are all helping me, and it's kinda unfair I ask for your unpaid help and make you wipe my own kid's butts. Seems rude."

"Good point, I just like burping,"

"You are good at it,"

"I'm good at feeding!" Thomas called,

"You really are Tommy you get all the formula clumps,"

"The trick... is to shake it like a Polaroid picture," He said as he came in, "Gally is a great nap time supervision... like he should change careers something about how he lays them down they are just out like lights."

"Together we just about make one fully functioning father," I sighed as I tickled Wren's toes and gave him endless kisses,

"Newt. You are a good dad." Minho said,

"I... I don't feel like a good day most days," I answered,

"Everyone messes up."

"I make a lot of mistakes though,"

"Yes, but you have four kids. You got four kids on your first go, no one is prepared for that," Thomas explained, "You are doing a good job though Newt,"

"I don't know I just feel like I'm always messing up,"

"Newt." Gally came through too, "You know these kids better than anyone, you know how they lay, how they feed, how they squirm and burp, and when they get bigger and show more personality we both know you will know them better than they know themselves. You are going to be a great dad Newt, and you are one now."

"You guys think so?"

They all nodded,

"Thank's guys," I smiled,

I settled them all in for their nap giving each a kiss on the head finally feeling like I had the hang of this now the guys had left, giving me some confidence and some faith that I could do this. I checked the baby monitor as I heard the car pull up so I went down and quickly scooped her in my arms,

"Ummmmm I missed you!" she hugged me,

"I missed you too," I cooed, "I love you so so so much,"

"I love you too,"

"How was it?"

"Fine just a mad house, how was things here?"

"Uhhh... well..." I gulped, "Things went to chaos but I got a handle on stuff,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, some big stuff happened that I will go over but nothing I couldn't manage,"

"Aww that's sweet," she smiled, "With help,"

"Yeah... you uhh you know about that?"

"I was watching through the baby monitor feed on my phone,"

"Ah... so you-"

"I know, you had help,"

"They really were a big help but, I think I got a handle on it now. I think... I'm an okay dad, I'm getting there,

"That's perfect Newt," she smiled giving me a soft kiss,

"Ohh and babies made their mommy a little welcome home prezzie," I smiled grabbing the little painting from the fridge,

she took it and began to cry, "Aw, it's a little woodland of hands, our little baby hands,"

"Yeah, Sparrow did the sky, Robin did the leaves, Jay did the tree's and Wren did the ground and they all did a little sign at the bottom for you," I explained,

"It's so beautiful, Thank you," She cried joyfully, "You did such a good job Newt,"

"Thank you love," I smiled,

"You think you could handle two weeks for a girl's trip to Vegas?"

"Hell no," I told her,

"I'm only kidding," she laughs, "You deserve a week off soon."

"I'm happy right here, with my family" I cooed giving her a kiss,

"Alright, come on I wanna give them all kisses goodnight," she smiled heading upstairs. 

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I'm sorry I just want to reply to the person who answered here, hopefully you don't mind🥺🥺 I think it depends on how often you send your letters and most importantly, their content! If they're sending articles, puzzles, just stuff that he might find interesting then it's not a big deal. Letters where you talk about yourself and discuss some topics or gossip can be interesting if they're written by people you find interesting lol I'm sure he appreciates everything rn, every type of distraction is probably welcomed, but idk if you feel the need to write him stuff about yourself every week I think you should invest in a journal or something😭😭 The shit I've seen online… this is a man who's in jail and could be facing horrible consequences, imagine sending a letter where all you do is complain about him not having received the 385738975 letters you had sent before and then ending it with 'oh btw your situation sucks, I hope you're doing well. bye', APPARENTLY someone on twitter asked him if he was really going to commit sui.cide?? how would you feel receiving a letter that's like 'oh btw I've stalked your social media I saw XYZ about you, omg we're totally soulmates!!' Don't even get me started on people like that woman who was trying to send those long ass letters, I read a little bit of one and she was rambling on how much she loves bellydancing and 'moving her body' and told him he should try to bellydance in jail💀 I hope he's having a good laugh at least!! Personally, I'd love letters where the tea is hot too, but only if they were from women! Which is why I said "creepy" because if I was in his situation, and I had men sending me multiple letters in which they sound kinda weird, I'd freak out a little bit ngl.

Maybe I'm too self-concious and insecure, because every time I try to write down some drafts for his letter I always hate how it sounds and think to myself "girl, he doesn't care" lol I think if I'll ever write to him, I'd try to be funny and friendly but most importantly respectful of him as a person. I'd write back asap only if he answered, otherwise I'd wait a few months before writing again but I'd probably only send him articles and stuff and stop talking about myself tbh becuase I'd be scared he actually doesn't give a fuck and hated my first letter😭

some luiginators on twitter refuse to be normal about anything😭i swear some ppl just cannot use empathy to ask themselves if they would be comfortable receiving some of the weird ass letters i’m sure he’s gotten

the belly dance letter did give me a good laugh though i’m ngl. i think it got sent back because it was too long but i feel like if luigi ever did get to read that one he had some fun with it for sure😭😭