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kyoghurts · 5 months ago

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hi!! If its okay to you, can I request some enemies or rivals to lovers with rayne?

HOO OKAY BOUTTA TURN THIS INTO A YAPPING SESSION

first off, let's not confuse or think that enemies are also rivals. hmkay? you have 2 separate requests:

enemy is a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. whilst rival is a person or thing competing with another for the same objective or for superiority in the same field of activity.

🦇♱ ˚｡⋆. so, enemies to lovers with rayne ames WILL include a) downright violence b) SLOW !! BURN!! slowburn :D and c) constant desire to cut each other's throats. you're always on the run, and rayne is in tow. OR you could also be the one to ensue chaos in the city like a true evil criminal that you are, and rayne would be the one, like the ONLY one you would ever have to face. you're not interested in the other divine visionaries, compared to rayne which he seems so riled up when it comes to you. he abhors you, everything that you hold and what you stand for.

he's no BS, you've tasted near-death from the blood you lost too many times, his swords know no bounds. and—it's exhilarating, you don't think you've experienced anything like this until now. you're not aiming for victory or for the win, no, you're here for the fun and thrill of it. rayne is special to you in your own... definitely fucked up way.

you always wanted someone to finally feel that burning hatred towards you and can endure such brawls that which you provide, even as close as to end your life. you treat this as a game, all the more fuels to his hatred. kinda like a cycle, it works both ways.

SO. how did he get to the point where he can—as disgustingly and shamefully admit it—that he can trust you with his life? SIMPLE, you don't want him dead. you want to keep fighting and murdering each other until your last breath. AND AND AND when there's another entity who wishes to kill him? not a chance, they're gonna have to face you first.

and he'll shove you off if you ever have to carry him bridal style/piggyback if he's injured or seemingly cannot walk. you could tease him. he'll flip you off. you'll laugh and its awful in his ears but at least you got him safe—he won't say thank you, he'd rather suffer than do so—but he can tolerate you babbling on your next plans of causing wreckage to everyone like you're talking about some normal cooking recipe and its tuesday and not something insane which is...fine, he supposes (yuck), you look and act normal when you're like this. (excluding whatever the hell you're going on about)

the "will they wont they" type of troupe. it affects other parties indirectly, like the other divine visionaries would notice your relationship with rayne. even as far as to grow familiar with you, SHOCKING i know. they'd even offer a cup of tea with you if you're free and they won't meddle with your brawls and mayhem that are only ever targeted to the ever so serious bunny obsessed freak.

(you knew his fixation for bunnies when he offered a handkerchief with bunny designs to stop your bleeding once. that was a mistake. you kept the item at all times and he swears he's not gonna hear the end of it.)

ryoh would bet internally that you'd be the first to crack. because from the looks of it, rayne, as perceptive as he is, is too dumb to spot that look of adoration and admiration your eyes have. ITS SUBTLE, the others could pass it off as just your thirst for madness, which isn't far, by the way.

the thing about this is that there will be extreme angst...pain or anguish at the perplexity of each other's emotions. how did it end up like this? its going to take a LOT on both parties to admit their feelings. it WILL turn messy.

like maybe— one day, innocent zero may take notice of you and offer you to be a part of his future that he desires and maybe you will accept it. and rayne, oh god. how he's torn of this.

maybe at the grand finale of things, you'll face him. he'll face you. it's anything unlike what you guys originally have. and you know rayne, he'll show no mercy.

(or will he?)

at your dying moments, he asks finn to heal you.

you'd be filled with so much frustration and confusion.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!" your hands, callous and cold harshly pulling his collar. your eyes which speaks of many, many emotions. too much all at once.

and rayne, how alluring those eyes are, if you knew that the shape of his glare can turn soft, like the edges of his blade no longer cutting deep in your skin. but his jaw tightens, too little of assurance to know what's happening.

he grips your arm, tight and then not. he says with so much restraint. "i need you to live."

"i-" you didn't get any word out as he left the scene. did he pity you or something? why hadn't he gone all out? now, of all times? your heart felt a heavy literally and figuratively. no, it doesn't carry the burden of the world, you're far from lifting the weights of it, unlike rayne, so different from you, facing you from the other side of a world you've never learn to understand. and maybe that's why you can't seem to accept this, for far too long you always believed staining your hands would have yourself pin a reason to your soul for death to claim you. and you want rayne to fulfill that belief of yours, you want—him, fuck, what is wrong with you?!

THAT CONSTANT TUG OF PUSH AND PULL

okay i might've gone overboard with how i characterize reader here but for this troupe to work i really can't see any other version other than having the sane (rayne) x insane (reader) dynamic. you guys balance each other so well like yin and yang.

after some time, with the world being restored by mash and things are now peaceful. you took a break from everything and decided to lurk in the shadows, rayne kind of gets it as he lets you be.

until weeks turn months and months turn to two and then three.

he's going to lose his mind with not you around

he's so used to your presence by now that your 'temporary' disappearance is making him think you're gone forever

during this time i think rayne will start to also question his feelings for you

like yeah sure you can be insufferable when you want to be but its not like he hates you—

well... he hated you. past tense.

after a long day, he's surprised to see you through a treetop among the branches sleeping away as if your face isn't plastered on many wanted posters all over town.

rayne carefully wakes you up by poking your arm with one of his swords, looking up at you and feeling relieved internally that you didn't die or something. "oi. get down from there."

"you know its rude interrupting someone's beauty sleep."

"you know its dangerous openly showing yourself like this."

despite your huff of disapproval, there's a giddy smile wriggling its way on your face as you drop down to where he stood. taking his hand and bowing slightly, teasing. "missed me?"

"under no circumstances, not even if the stars align and pigs fly." he does no effort to remove his hand from your grasp.

he notes a few things from you. there's no denying that you've changed, well, not in your behavior but rather, the way you treat him. the way you talk to him. the way you smile, the effect that comes with it, or maybe its him?

you let out a soft laugh, eyes crinkling. you look so...radiant, the air in which surrounds you feels light. feels more peaceful and more you. "i missed you too, rayne."

"told ya y/n's the first to realize it." ryoh dramatically waves himself with his folding fan, hiding half of his face in the manner of a woman gossiping about something scandalous. "ah, it appears the debt of monetary remuneration from our whimsical wager has come due."

"i don't know what the fuck you're talking about. we never made a bet." orter grumbles under his breath. "and besides why are we here. i've got places to be."

lols imagine after a few years you both decided to own a house and you'd be bantering all day but at the end of it you settle with gazing out towards the skyline of the town together. you don't really like the quiet, but you're starting to lean against unspoken feelings that hold you and rayne as if they cradle you in a hammock of tranquility, suspended in the stillness of serene silence. when you drown, rayne takes you back to the shore. he saved you in a sense, and you faintly bump your shoulder against his, conveying your gratitude in simple acts.

you like your life a little better with rayne. nothing in this world is going to change that.

im separating the rivals to lovers bc i didnt expect to make a wall of text here omg. also here u go @seneon its hererere sorry for the inconsistency of this hc my very sleepy brain will leave the other plot holes to the audience.

(on a separate note: i am deeply disappointed with how i went with this hc. i want to edit it but at the same time my brain is currently failing me. this has been finished like two months ago and i was supposed to post it at that time but ughghxbjdhe i hate it bro i cant think anymore. i’ll redeem myself in the rivals to lovers one, promise!!)

#also i know i shouldve included orter cos like im pretty sure he'd interject the whole cat and mouse thing with rayne and reader #but i got lazy #Ⳋ ★ .ᐟ — 𝒌. presents #Ⳋ ★ .ᐟ — 𝒌. mashle #mashle x reader #mashle imagines #rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #rayne x reader #rayne fluff #rayne x you #mashle

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thelavendersquid · 1 year ago

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Love Persevering (Tell Me How You Feel)

@amazingmsme and @thebest-medicine - The wait is over! Thank you both for your encouragement to write this fic!!!

Summary: Fjord wants nothing to do with the tickle fights his friends keep starting. Yet he can't help but be drawn to the subject and the memories it brings…

The Mighty Nein talk about feelings and process their grief for Mollymauk through the ticklish love language they all share.

Some grief and light angst but mostly tooth-rotting fluff.

My contribution to Mollymauk Week: Day 4 - Joy

Words: 7,028

AO3 Link

Sequel to No Words Needed but can also be read as a standalone

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What is grief, if not love persevering?

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Jester’s fingers scurry up Caduceus’ sides and he’s laughing immediately, stumbling sideways towards the tunnel wall and holding his hands up in a poor attempt to block her. Jester follows after him, laughing along as Caduceus’ back hits the wall and he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tight and giving in to his laughter. He gives up trying to bat Jester's hands away and instead focuses on coordinating himself enough to retaliate - jamming his hands towards her armpits and wiggling as best he can possibly manage. His efforts are rewarded by a flinch backwards and sudden giggle. Caduceus can barely focus through his own giggles but he pushes forward, pressing his advantage, and feels Jester pull back slightly, succumbing to giggling.

Caduceus opens his eyes and finds her dancing from foot to foot, trying to escape his fingers without actually moving away. He laughs in an entirely new way, never stilling his fingers as they poke and prod up and down her torso and wiggle under her arms. Jester yelps and falls forward - throwing her arms around him and face planting into his stomach as she dissolves into full-out laughter.

That’s unexpected and Caduceus flinches as she does this, chuckling. Then he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in closer for a hug - as his fingers scribble up her back.

Jester shrieks. Heh. That trick always got his siblings too.

He feels Jester’s fingers pinching up his back just then - as she laughs into his stomach, which might be even more tickly. He’s laughing again.

Jester clings on tighter as Caduceus starts laughing - and he can’t let her win at hugging of all things, so he grips onto her even tighter in return. It’s a bone-crushing, tickly hug that has both of them laughing too hard for words. Caduceus can’t remember the last time he's laughed this hard and he’s reluctant for it to ever end.

Nonetheless, after a few moments it does - he slows his fingers and gently pulls Jester away so they’re facing each other. He squeezes her shoulder, still grinning ear to ear. “That was fun.” Jester beams back up at him. Caduceus looks up at the others - most of whom are looking distinctly uncomfortable. He gives them an easy grin. “You should try it, it’s a lot of fun.”

Jester spins to face the group too, looking delighted. “Yes! Oh Beau-oh! Are you ticklish?” She springs towards Beau, fingers wiggling and a downright evil grin on her face. Caduceus chuckles.

Beau, eyes wide as saucers and looking panicked, holds up her hand. “Wait, wait, no. I’ve got Caleb duty, I’m doing this, I’m busy.” She gestures frantically to her other shoulder, where Caleb’s hand rests.

Jester’s eyes travel up his arm to the glassy-white eyes indicating Caleb is watching them through Frumpkin at the moment. She turns back to Beau. “Alright fi-ne, but I’ll get you later.” She flashes Beau a grin which leaves Beau looking like she's seen a ghost - but with the faintest grin tugging at the corners of her mouth in return.

Jester spins towards the others. “Fjord! What about you?!”

If Beau looked panicked, Fjord looks downright horrified as Jester’s gaze lands on him. “Me? I, ah -“ he coughs and clears his throat, trying to bring his voice back down from where it seems to have leaped up an octave. “I don't have any idea what you’re asking.”

Jester has closed the gap between them with frightening speed. She flashes him that dangerous grin. “Yes you do. Fj-ord, I already know you’re ticklish!” And quick as lightning, her fingers scuttle up his stomach.

Fjord chokes on a gasp and reaches frantically for her hands. “Ah - Jester wait!”

Jester does not wait and Fjord fails to catch her hands, which means she continues wiggling her fingers over his stomach and up towards his ribs. She’s watching his face for any reaction.

It comes. Fjord sucks in a deep breath and clamps his mouth shut, biting down on his cheek.

Jester pouts at this and sets to work even harder. Her fingers poke and prod into the spaces in between his ribs. This has Fjord bending double and turning desperately away from her. Jester grins and flows with him. And Fjord can’t hold back a snort - which turns quickly into hearty chuckles he can’t manage to stop.

Jester laughs in delight and worms her fingers even higher, towards his armpits. Fjord splutters and dissolves into raspy laughter. “Jehehhehhehster ST-hahahahaha-stop ahahahahaha - STOP IT!”

Jester laughs along with him, following as he turns away from her even further. She glances over her shoulder, fingers still wiggling their way beneath Fjord’s armor. “Cad! Come help me!”

Caduceus is watching this with a slight frown spreading across his face. “Hmmm. Hold on a minute. Maybe you’d better give him a break.”

Jester catches something in his tone and turns around to face him. Her fingers on Fjord’s sides slow but don’t still entirely. She gives Caduceus a slight frown and he raises an eyebrow at her and nods towards Fjord. Jester turns back to look at her victim. Fjord is twisted as far away from her as he can possibly be, bent double trying to hide his face, tense as a board, and laughing through gritted teeth - clearly trying to stifle his laughter with little success. Behind the laughter he looks distinctly unhappy.

Jester’s frown deepens and she pulls her hands away. Fjord jerks away from her the moment he's free, turning so his back is to her. Jester blinks and drops her hands to her sides. “Fjord?”

Fjord is biting the inside of his cheek as hard as he possibly can to stop his chuckles. He coughs to clear the last of them away before growling over his shoulder. “Give me a minute. Go find someone else to torture.”

Jester's face falls. She turns to give Caduceus a sad look. He gives her a worried frown in return.

Fjord coughs a few more times for good measure. He can feel every eye upon him. He can also feel the heat rising up his neck. Ugh.

With a shake of his head, Fjord straightens up and turns to briefly face the group. His face is composed. “Come on. Let’s go.” His accent is firmly back in place and he stalks off down the tunnel, leading the way.

Fjord can hear muttering behind him as he walks away but he pointedly ignores it and walks on. Then - footsteps. And there’s Beauregard walking next to him, staring. Fjord glances over at her and she raises her eyebrows. Fjord clears his throat and gives a shake of his head, looking away quickly. Beau doesn’t say anything, but Fjord can feel her gaze locked on him.

Caleb, feeling Beau start walking again, drops back into his body. He blinks a few times to clear his eyes and looks around at the others with a frown. The energy has shifted so dramatically in such a short period of time. Caleb catches Beau's eye and raises his eyebrows at her. She gives him a shrug in return. Caleb frowns but stays quiet.

Jester stares after the others with a dejected look. She turns to Caduceus, who has collected his staff from where it was tossed aside. He gives her a sympathetic look, and slowly the two follow after the group, trailing behind alongside a confused-looked Yasha and Nott.

And so the group presses on in tense silence.

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It's several weeks before Fjord brings it up again. They’ve been busy, thankfully, and he hasn’t had time to let it occupy his mind. And mercifully, Jester and Caduceus have always left him out of their now-becoming-frequent tickle fights and ambushes on unsuspecting members of the Nein. The fact that Fjord makes a quick exit - or at least looks away awkwardly - whenever such events take place probably helps.

But he still can’t help but notice things.

It's not until the group is settled into their rooms at the next inn that Fjord says anything. The quiet night allows him far too much time to think, and he finds himself looking over at Caleb - who is definitely not asleep, Fjord can tell that much from his unsteady breathing.

He takes a deep breath and rolls over to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling. A cough to break the silence, then - “Caleb? Can I ask you something?”

Darkvision allows Fjord to see Caleb visibly jump at the sound of his voice. He turns his head to face his roommate. “Ja, of course.”

“Do you like being tickled?”

There’s a spluttering sound from the other bed and Fjord sits up, alarmed - just in time to catch sight of the wizard in the middle of choking on his own spit. Caleb sits up too, coughing. He’s careful not to look at Fjord. “Ah. I’m sorry. I was not expecting that, is all.”

Fjord nods. Caleb coughs again and brushes an arm across his mouth before sliding back down into his bed. Even in the dark Fjord can see his face is a good two shades darker than before. This does not discourage him from continuing to press.

“I only ask because I’ve seen Jester get you several times now and you’ve never told her to stop or to knock it off, so-“

“Have you tried telling Jester to knock it off?”

Fjord chuckles. “Fair.”

Caleb gives him a hint of a smile, then turns away as it fades and sighs. “I….ah….” He trails off into silence without finishing the sentence.

Silence hangs between them for a long moment. Both staring at up the ceiling without a word. Finally Fjord breaks it. “I don't care, by the way. But can you tell me why? What about it do you like? It’s torture. How can you like it?”

This is met with a slightly strangled sound, then silence. Fjord shifts in his bed to look over at Caleb. The wizard is staring, wide-eyed, up at the ceiling.

Fjord sits up again, looking worried and regretting everything. He shouldn’t have brought this up. “Forget I said anything. We don't have to talk about it.”

Caleb does not respond, just continues staring at the ceiling. Fjord watches him worriedly for a moment, then slowly slides down into his bed. He can feel his own heart racing as he stares up at the ceiling himself. What was he thinking? Of course Caleb doesn't want to talk about it, neither would he if someone brought it up like this - in fact isn't that what Jester did when she grabbed him and reminded him what tickling felt like in the first place? And didn’t he react just as badly? Why would he think this would go any differently? Caleb didn't deserve this. How stupid and insensitive of him for dragging him into it.

With a swoosh, Caleb throws his blanket back and leaps out of bed. Fjord jumps. He pushes himself up. “Caleb?”

No response. Caleb swiftly crosses the room, pushes open the door, and steps out into the hall.

Fjord throws his own blanket back, his feet hitting the floor. “Caleb!”

Not even a glance in his direction. Fjord hurries out of the room. Blinking as his eyes adjust to the light in the hall, he sees Caleb knocking on the door next to theirs.

There’s a creak and the door opens. A sleepy-looking Caduceus stands in the doorway, blinking blearily at them. He takes in the sight of a frenzied-looking Caleb standing in front of him and a confused and scattered Fjord a few steps behind. His face shifts into a soft smile, and he pushes the door open and steps back to let them in. Caleb steps inside and Fjord, not seeing any reason not to, follows.

Caduceus shuts the door and follows behind them, rubbing his eyes. Across the room on the other bed, Yasha is sitting up and looking worried.

Caleb is standing in the middle of the room. He’s fidgeting with his coat and staring at the floor. “I am sorry to wake you both up, I don’t mean to be a bother…”

Caduceus just waves a hand. “Nah. Never a bother.” He waves towards the ground, gesturing for them to sit, before turning away to start making tea.

Yasha is already getting out of bed. “You’re not a bother, Caleb. Do you want some privacy?” She’s sheathing her swords and looking ready to leave.

Caleb shakes his head. “Nein. No. Stay, please.” He drops to the floor, sitting propped against Caduceus’ empty bed.

Fjord, for his part, stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. Caduceus turns around, carrying cups of tea. He hands one to Fjord before lowering himself down to the floor, sitting cross-legged and leaning against Yasha’s bed, gesturing for Fjord to join him.

Fjord reluctantly sits down across from him. Yasha has joined Caleb, the four of them forming a little circle in the middle of the bedroom.

Caduceus hands out tea. “So.”

Caleb takes his with both hands. “Danke.” He takes a deep breath. “Ah, I came here because Fjord was asking me about, ah…ti-“ He cuts off abruptly and looks down into his cup.

Caduceus takes a sip of his tea, waiting patiently. Caleb stutters and then trails off again, face growing darker.

Yasha is wearing a confused frown. “About what?”

Caleb takes a deep breath and tries again. “About ti…about kitzlen.”

This time both Yasha and Caduceus look confused. “What?”

Caleb takes a long drink of tea. Fjord sighs, rubs a hand over his face, and speaks up. “I was asking him about tickling. It’s really not a big deal, I shouldn’t have brought it up, let’s all just go to bed and not worry about it-“

He’s cut off by Caduceus’ sudden clarity. “Ahhh.” His expression has cleared into another soft smile.

Yasha’s face clears too and she leans back against the bed again. “Oh.”

Caleb looks surprisingly relieved, despite his face being about five shades redder than usual. He nods. “Ja. That. He asked me about ti…ah, that, and I would like to talk about it, but I…ah…I needed a mediator.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Caduceus says. “I can listen to the two of you talk if that’s what you want, though.” He takes another sip of tea.

Caleb nods. "That is exactly what I would like, thank you Caduceus.”

Caduceus gives him a smile. It's too full of knowing for Caleb’s liking and he looks away quickly. Caduceus’ smile widens.

Caleb takes a deep breath before heaving it back out in a sigh. He’s still staring down into his cup. “I - I do like kitzlen - ah, tick..tickling…Fjord.” He glances up at Fjord - who is staring at him in something like disbelief - before immediately going back to looking at his cup. “It’s a nice, ah, break. Like being inside Frumpkin. Or when I Polymorph. It’s nice to not have every single thought racing through my head. You know?”

Fjord nods slowly. He does know about racing thoughts. Beside him, Yasha is nodding too.

Caleb seems emboldened by this and presses on. He takes another deep breath. “I…like being stupid, sometimes. I am not, most times. Most times I cannot be. So it's nice to be able to sometimes, with people I can be stupid around. I can be stupid around you all and I am very grateful for it. And t…ah, tickling…it lets me do that. And also laugh. I have not laughed very much in my life, but I have never laughed more than I have with you all. And it feels…good.” His eyes dart up for a half-second, just long enough to see the group’s reactions.

Yasha and Caduceus are smiling softly at him. Fjord is staring right through him and looks distinctly uncomfortable, as if he just swallowed another orb.

Caleb takes a long drink of his tea. It helps. When he lowers his cup his face feels less flushed. He glances over at Fjord. “Does that answer your question, Fjord?”

Fjord blinks at him blankly for a moment, before giving his head a shake and sitting up quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes - yes, it does, Caleb. Thank you for sharing that.”

Caduceus gives Caleb a proud smile. “I’m proud of you for talking about that. You did great.” Caleb gives an awkward shrug and looks away, taking another sip of tea.

Caduceus turns to Fjord. “What about you Fjord? Why did you want to talk about tickling?

Fjord sucks in a deep breath and opens his mouth to respond. “Well, I…I…ah…”

Caduceus interrupts his stuttering. “Should Jester be here for this?”

This snaps Fjord out of it. He blinks and looks up at Caduceus. “Jester? Why should Jester be here?”

Caduceus gives a slight shrug. “It might be good for both of you. She was pretty upset after the last tickling incident.”

Fjord heaves a huge sigh and slumps against the bed frame he’s leaning on. He stares down into his cup. “Alright. Yes, she should be here too.”

“I’ll get her.” Everyone turns to see Yasha unfolding herself from the floor and making her way over to the wall dividing their room from Beauregard and Jester’s. She knocks softly. There’s a muffled sound from the other side - words that Fjord can’t quite make out - and then Yasha says, in her soft voice, “Can you two come over here? We’re having a discussion.”

There’s another muffled response and then a few seconds later, a knock at the door. Caduceus, who stood up to refill the tea, opens the door to let in Jester and Beauregard.

Beau rushes into the room, eyes darting around and looking ready for a fight. “Is everyone okay?! What’s going on?!” Jester follows her, looking concerned and just as ready for whatever they might face.

Caduceus holds out cups of tea towards both of them. Beau looks down at the cup, confused. Caduceus pushes it closer and she takes it on instinct, looking back up at him and then around at the others with a frown. “What’s going on?”

Caduceus hands Jester her cup and goes back to his spot next to the bed, lowering himself back down into a cross-legged seat on the floor. Yasha looks over to Beau. “I said we were having a discussion.”

“I thought that might be a code word for ‘we’re being held hostage, come help us!’” Beau carries her tea over and drops down in between Yasha and Caleb.

“Nah, we’re just talking,” Caduceus says, holding out a hand to beckon Jester over. She smiles and plops down next to him, taking a sip of her tea.

“What kind of conversation is this?” Beau asks before taking a sip of her tea.

“Yeah, are you talking about who you want to kiss or what?” Jester pipes up, waggling her eyebrows.

Caduceus sets his tea cup on the floor next to him and looks over at them. “Fjord was talking about tickling.”

Jester’s face lights up immediately and she spins towards Fjord. “Tickling?! Fjord, you were talking about tickling?! Oh, I’m so glad you called us over here, Yasha! Tickling is my fav-or-ite.” She smiles at Yasha, who returns it with a soft smile of her own.

Fjord’s face feels hot again and he busies himself with looking down into his tea once again so as to not have to look at Jester. Out of the corner of his eye he still manages to catch her face fall when she sees his discomfort. He feels something in his chest start to ache.

“So, where were we?” Caleb asks, setting his own cup down too. “I shared the depths of my soul, I believe it was your turn now.” He looks over at Fjord expectantly.

Fjord sighs into his tea cup before taking a breath and steeling himself. He swallows his feelings and looks up, expression - he hopes - settled back into one of confidence. “Right. Well. I was just asking what everyone thought about…well, tickling.” He raises his eyebrows as he looks around at the little group, doing his absolute best to look resolute and interested.

Jester gives him that bright smile again, although there's something sad deep in her eyes that Fjord wishes he hadn’t seen. “I loooooove tickling! It’s so much fun! Like, tickle fights - they're the best thing ever.” Her tail is wagging ever so slightly, tapping against the ground. Fjord can't help the smile that twitches onto his face.

“I don’t have strong feelings about it either way,” Beau says, across from him. Fjord turns to look at her and gives a nod. Caduceus turns as well and studies her for a moment, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Beau catches his eye and flushes bright red. She turns back to her tea quickly. The faintest of smiles spreads across Caduceus’ face.

Caduceus turns back to Fjord. “I like tickling. It’s fun. I’ve always had fun with it with my siblings and sometimes my parents too - we got my dad one time, that was great.” He grins at the memory, an infectious look that the others find the corners of their lips twitching to match.

Fjord turns to Yasha. “What about you, Yasha? What do you think?”

Yasha has been looking lost in thought, gazing down at the ground. She looks up and says, softly, "It reminds me of Molly.”

Fjord blinks in surprise before looking down at the ground himself. He nods, and his voice drops to a whisper as he says, “It reminds me of Molly too.”

Yasha gives him a soft smile, which Fjord looks up just in time to catch. “It’s just, it’s everything that he was, you know? He was…Molly was…he was so carefree and he loved to have fun, and he loved to make people laugh - oh, he loved to make people laugh.” She smiles brighter, fond, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as the memory comes back.

Fjord nods. “And he was so touchy. He was always looking for a hug or trying to get closer.”

Yasha looks back at him. “Oh yes, oh yes, he loved to be hugged and held and cuddle. He loved touch. And he - he felt like a warm hug. You know?”

Fjord nods rapidly. His eyes have become wet with tears. “He did. He really did.”

Yasha sniffs and reaches up to wipe away a tear of her own. “That's why tickling reminds me of him. It’s all those things wrapped up in one - all that touchy-feely, carefree, fun that feels like a warm hug. And that's what he was too. He was all of those things in one.”

Fjord can feel the tears startling to trail out of his eyes. He looks down, furiously trying to blink them back. “He liked it, too.”

“Tickling? Oh yes, he loved it.” A wet smile spreads across Yasha’s face again as she wipes away more tears that are steadily streaking down her face. “He loved both sides of it. He would tickle me to pieces so, so often - and he loved it when I’d get him back.” She looks back up at Fjord with that shaky, soft smile. “Some of my absolutely favorite memories are of those times."

Fjord nods and wipes a hand roughly across his face. “He got me a few times. I wish I’d let him do it more often."

“He got all of us, I think,” comes Caleb's voice from across the circle. Fjord and Yasha turn to face him and see him wiping away his own tears. A shaky smile perseveres on his face anyway. “He really loved it.”

Beau, next to him, takes a shaky breath and nods. “He got me too, the jerk.” She rubs away the tears that are trailing down her already wet face, past the fond smile she can’t manage to hold back.

Jester sniffles and says, softly, “We had so many tickle fights. It was so much fun.” She pauses, staring off into the space, remembering. Her eyes well up with tears. “I miss him.” Her voice cracks as she says it. Caduceus puts an arm around her and she snuggles closer to him.

Beau is wiping her fists over her face. She sniffs. “We should have a tickle fight in honor of him. He would’ve liked that.”

Caduceus looks over at Fjord. “How are you holding up, Fjord?”

Fjord takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh, wiping away more tears. “I miss him too, Jester.” Jester gives him a watery smile. Fjord coughs and takes another deep breath. “I…I’ve been tickled before. When I was a kid. I was picked on, and I was quite often the victim of tickle, well…torture from the other kids. They were stronger than me so they could pin me down and I couldn't get away. I couldn’t get them to stop so I just had to take it. I hated it. It made me feel powerless and weak. But I could never quite manage to stop being ticklish. I hated that, I hated being so ticklish.” He looks around at the others with a tinge of hesitation. They're watching him - eyes soft and still glistening with tears.

Fjord sucks in another breath and goes on. “But with Molly….I don’t know. It always felt different when Molly would try to tickle me. It felt…warm, like Yasha said.” He trails off, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, and then sighs. “I regret fighting him off so much. He meant well by it.”

“It was his way of showing love,” Yasha says softly. She wipes away more tears and a shaky smile spreads across her face as she looks at Fjord and then around at the group. “He loved you. He loved all of us. So much.”

Caleb, Beau, Jester and Fjord all reach up to wipe away more tears that threaten to spill over. Caduceus finds his own eyes damp too.

Fjord nods and heaves a sigh. He turns towards Jester. “And I…I’m sorry for fighting you off, too, Jester. It’s always felt warm from you too.”

Jester gives him a smile. “Aww, I’m glad it does! I don’t ever, ever, ever want it to be mean, Fjord, I like tickling and I think it’s fun and I want it to be fun for whoever I’m tickling too. I just want to make them laugh.” She glances over at Caleb, who gives her a smile.

Fjord gives her a faint smile of his own. With another sigh, he turns to look around the group. They’re all still sniffling and wiping away tears that slowly slip out. But they’re also all smiling.

“I can see how much of a loving thing it is for all of you. It’s not mean. And I…I’d love to be part of that. But I’m not sure I can handle it. I’m not sure I can let go of that control.”

Caleb is nodding. Yasha and Beau look like they know the feeling he's talking about too. For a moment, as Fjord looks around at all of their faces, he senses for the first time that…he might not be alone in this. He'd never considered that this might not come naturally to the rest of his friends either.

Jester sits up, pushing away from Caduceus. She leans towards Fjord. “What if we tickled you for just, like, a few seconds? Just to see if you like it? Just to try it out?”

Caduceus looks up brightly. “A trial tickle!”

Fjord studies them for a moment. He looks down at his cup. Then he nods and looks up at Jester. “Yes. Let’s do it.” He throws his arms open. “You can have five seconds.”

Jester blinks in surprise. She had not expected that to work. She looks around the little circle. Her friends all wave her forward, grins spreading across their faces. So, a grin working its way onto her own face, she turns back to Fjord and shuffles over until she’s kneeling right in front of him.

Fjord blinks up at her with his best puppy-eyed face. A nervous grin is already threatening to break through.

Jester giggles, still tinged with emotion and a little sadness, and wipes away the last of her tears with the back of her hand. “Fj-ord! This is going to be so much fun.”

Fjord scoots backwards, closer to the bed. “Five seconds, remember? Just five seconds.”

“Of course.” Jester shuffles forward, closing the gap between them. She flashes him another grin - and it reminds him of Molly, she’s really perfected that terrifying look tieflings can have - and slowly lowers her wiggling fingers towards his stomach. Fjord bites down on his lip.

The second Jester's fingers make contact, Fjord feels every muscle in his body contract and tense. He tries to pull away but there's nowhere to go - he's already pressed himself against the bed frame as far as he can go. So instead he squirms to the side and tries to brace himself.

Jester’s fingers scribble over Fjord’s stomach and Fjord clamps his mouth shut to block out the noises threatening to spill out. He flinches away again as her claws pinch at his sides. Yep. This is every bit the torture he expected. The loss of control over his own reactions brings with it a dark cloud of memories, none of them good. He’s vulnerable, weak…small. It’s almost unbearable, and he’s about to open his mouth and yell for Jester to stop…when her fingers shift every so slightly. Up. To begin scratching at his lower ribs.

And all the emotions burst out of Fjord in a sudden bark of laughter he could never hope to hold back. “HA!”

Jester giggles. Fjord tries to bite down on his tongue again but doesn't quite manage it. Now that the dam is broken, laughter bubbles up out of his throat. “Ah-hehehehehehehahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” And just like that, he’s rolling side to side with laughter, trying to bat away Jester's fingers that are scribbling and scratching over his ribs.

And to his surprise, he finds himself not hating it.

Actually…

It is kind of fun.

It’s just laughter after all, Fjord realizes. It’s an excuse to be silly and laugh. And it feels every bit as warm as he just described. It feels loving. It feels playful. It feels like every other time Jester tries to drag him into her silliness and make him laugh.

And just like all the other times Jester pulls them into her silly antics, he’s having fun.

Just as quickly as it began, it's over. Jester rocks back onto her heels, grinning down at him - Fjord realizes belatedly that he's somehow wound up on his back on the floor.

His second realization is that he's disappointed that she stopped.

“Sooooo, what did you think?!” Jester asks eagerly, leaning in towards him and still wearing that grin. But Fjord can see something else in her eyes - a glimmer of nervousness. Hesitation. Concern. Worry that maybe, despite her best efforts, he might still have hated it.

Fjord is panting for breath. He returns her grin almost shyly before looking away and muttering, “You don’t have to stop.”

Jester squeals and jumps on top of him, throwing her arms around him in a hug. “AHH Fjord! I’m sooooo glad you liked it!” Fjord jumps before realizing what she’s doing and puts his arms around her in return. Then he feels Jester’s fingers wiggling up his back and he snorts - before they work their way into his armpits and he's laughing again. He buries his face in her shoulder as the giggles take him again. “AHAHAHAHAH no that wasn’t fa-hehehehehahaha-air!” Jester giggles right along with him.

The rest of the group is chuckling too, watching this. Caleb turns to Beauregard. “A tickle fight in Molly’s memory, ja?”

Beau gives him a nervous grin and scoots back slightly. A rare playful grin leaps onto Caleb’s face and he grabs her arm before she can get away. The look of shock that flashes onto both their faces when that actually works makes them both burst out laughing. And then Caleb’s other hand is spidering up Beau’s arm and she’s giggling and flailing around for an entirely different reason. Caleb turns and calls over his shoulder, “Yasha! Come help me!” Yasha, grinning, grabs onto to Beau and holds her in place - allowing Caleb to bring the other hand into action on her sides and leaving Beau cackling with laughter.

Caduceus is grinning from ear to ear as he watches this tickly battle take place. There’s Jester attacking Fjord and making him laugh harder than Caduceus has ever seen. It’s a good look on him. Fjord is starting to try and return the favor, Caduceus can see. Unsuccessfully so far - Jester is one step ahead of him and making him slam his arms back down against his sides by going for his armpits every time - but Caduceus is confident he’ll power through and have a counter attack coordinated soon enough.

A few feet away from that, Caleb and Yasha are wrecking Beau - who has already managed to slip one arm out and latch it onto to Caleb’s ribs, leaving him bent over with laughter even as he continues scribbling his own fingers across her stomach. It’s hard to say which of the three are laughing the hardest - Yasha isn’t even being tickled, but she's laughing as if she is. Caduceus smiles.

A sudden warm breeze blows through the room, and Caduceus looks up, smiling, as he closes his eyes and leans into the Wild Mother’s embrace. He feels another swirling breeze and opens his eyes gently, sensing another presence - and jumps as he finds a mostly-translucent, lavender-colored, ghostly figure standing next to him.

Another warm breeze blows immediately. And Caduceus suddenly realizes he recognizes this figure - from stories, drawings, illusions. He’s seen those horns before, heard about those tattoos, seen that spade-tipped tail. A whisper comes through on the wind, a warm smile from the Wild Mother accompanying it - Mollymauk.

The figure gives Caduceus a smile. Then, before he can react, it’s diving forward into the tickly fray. Caduceus watches as the spectral purple tiefling darts over to Fjord and Jester and squeezes Fjord’s side a few times, before immediately spidering ghostly fingers up Jester's back. To Caduceus’ surprise, they both jump and squeal at the sudden touch. He blinks. They shouldn’t be able to feel that. But…somehow they can?

The specter dashes across the room and grabs Beau’s foot, scribbling claws across the bottom and leaving Beau shrieking with laughter in a whole new way - while its tail wiggles underneath Caleb’s arms, making him choke on a squeal and dissolve quickly into giggles. Wearing a bright grin, the ghostly Molly lets the two of them go and throws itself into Yasha’s lap, claws wiggling against her stomach. Yasha yelps and bends double, giggles spilling out.

The specter turns to look at Caduceus - grinning brightly from its place in Yasha’s lap, fingers now working their way up across her ribs. It sees him watching and pulls one hand away to gesture towards him - a beckoning motion.

Caduceus doesn’t hesitate. With a soft smile, he stands up and goes to help Fjord coordinate his still-unsuccessful counter attack on Jester. Taking a note from the specter, he spiders his fingers up her back. It works for a moment - she squeals and bursts out laughing - “Caduhahahahahaceus! Hahahahaha nohohoho!”

But Fjord is no help in this attack, and Caduceus quickly finds himself pinned underneath Jester as she spins around and lost to laughter before her fingers even find his sides. He doesn’t protest.

Jester has mercy on him after a moment, letting up and turning back to Fjord, who has been laying on his back panting for breath. But instead of attacking him again, she says, “Fjord! C’mere! Look, Caduceus is, like, really ticklish on his ears.” And suddenly her fingers are scratching the back of his ear and Caduceus is giggling again and trying his best to squirm away. Moments later he feels a second set of hands on his other ear - Fjord, the traitor. He yelps and gives up trying to get away in favor of bursting into laughter. Fjord and Jester both start laughing along with him, which somehow only makes him laugh harder. It feels good.

CRASH!

All tickling ceases as everyone jumps and looks, startled, in the direction of the door. Bursting through the doorway is Nott, crossbow loaded and ready to fire. She swivels side to side, aiming the crossbow wildly while she looks for a threat. Yeza peeks out nervously from behind her. Nott looks around and slowly lowers the crossbow at the sight of all her friends staring at her. “What’s going on?! We heard screaming and thought you were under attack!”

Beau, currently on the floor being held in place by Yasha while Caleb looms over her, fingers stilled in place on her stomach, shouts, “We are!”

This snaps the others out of it. Chuckles start spreading around the room again. Nott looks confused.

Jester beams over at Nott and Yeza, fingers still on Caduceus’ ears, who is taking the blessed opportunity to catch his breath. “We’re having a tickle fight! Come on, come join!”

Nott stares at them all for a moment. She looks unimpressed and gives a shake of her head. “I'm not ticklish.”

A set of fingers from behind her suddenly squeeze just below her arms and Nott yelps. The others, watching, giggle. Nott spins around and comes face to face with a grinning Yeza.

“What was that about not being ticklish?” Yeza asks. Nott’s face flushes and she looks away. Yeza reaches out to grab her - and misses, as she's gone in a flash. She peeks out from behind Fjord, doing her best to stifle the grin that's working it's way onto her face. Yeza laughs and leaps forward, fingers wiggling. Nott yelps again and ducks behind Fjord.

Fjord is laughing. So is Caleb, as he ditches Beau to jump forward and try to catch Nott. Nott dodges him easily but looks like she's trying not to laugh - and seconds later gives in, joining Caleb and everyone else in laughter.

Just like that, the battle is back on. It’s Beau who manages to grab Nott first and holds her still as Yeza demonstrates her most ticklish spots for the rest of the group to exploit. Nott is howling with laughter, but eventually manages to coordinate herself enough to get out, “He's ticklish too! Get the back of his knees!” It's unclear whether she's talking about Yeza or Caleb so the others split their attention between both - and find that knees are a bad spot for both, leaving them both rolling with laughter.

This back-and-forth, all-out, giggly battle goes on for another minute. Caduceus, every time he opens his eyes, seeing the lavender specter laughing right along with them as it dodges in and out of the fray. It makes him smile.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The group freezes again. This time they all look alarmed as they look up towards the door.

A voice comes through. “Can you quiet down please?! It's almost midnight - we’re getting complaints!”

There's a pause. Then Fjord - suddenly composed and voice smooth, if slightly out of breath - calls out, “Yes, yes of course! Our apologies! We’ll quiet down.”

The group waits with bated breath. There’s a huff on the other side of the door and then footsteps walking away.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. The group glances around at one other, make eye contact…

And collapse with laughter.

Fjord falls over onto Jester's shoulder, who’s rapidly making her way towards the floor and landing on top of Caduceus. Caleb is losing it, leaning fully onto Beauregard, who’s collapsed onto Jester. Nott and Yeza are leaning against each other and Yasha. All laughing too hard to speak.

“Oh my gods, we’re the worst!” Beau practically yells. This is followed by a chorus of shushing, which only makes them all laugh even harder.

Eventually the laughter trails off. Caleb wipes tears away from his face and readjusts himself to rest his head against Beau’s stomach. He holds out a hand, beckoning the others over. Jester, seeing what he’s doing, leaps over to cuddle up next to him and Beau. Nott pulls Yeza over and takes his other side, snuggling close. Caleb pulls them both in even closer. Yasha slides over and throws an arm over Jester and Caleb. Fjord lays down next to Beauregard, who looks over at him before grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in closer. Fjord reaches out to grab Caduceus and pulls him along.

Caduceus, as he snuggles in close to Fjord, Beau, and the others, watches as the purple specter worms its way into the cuddle pile too. It - he, Molly - drapes across the top of all of them. Arms threading their way in between to wrap around Yasha and Jester, legs worming their way underneath Fjord and Beau, tail wrapping around Caleb and Nott. He seems to almost melt into the group, in the way only a truly boneless ghost-like specter can. And the others unconsciously respond to him - wrapping their arms around limbs and a tail that aren't really there…and yet, perhaps, are there after all.

No one else seems to see this figure. But that's okay, Caduceus decides. They can all feel him. And isn’t that what really matters, in the end?

Caduceus catches Fjord’s eye and gives him a smile. Fjord returns it. He looks happier than Caduceus thinks he’s ever seen him.

Another, softer breeze blows through the room. Caduceus and Fjord both close their eyes as they feel its embrace. And there, surrounded by the warmth, still lingering smiles, and slowly steadying breathing of their friends, they drift gently to sleep.

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year ago

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I think I've actually made a couple ask games, glad you enjoy the dark oc one though, it's definitely my favorite! I'll ask for questions 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 14, & 15 :)

yeah! I didn't realize you've made multiple, I was just scrolling through the "oc asks" tag looking for a cool ask game and ended up stumbling upon a very familiar icon, lol. Really cool that you made this one though! thanks for asking!!

answers under the cut, I'll probably bounce around OCs depending on which has the best answer

Excluding murder, what is the worst thing your OC has ever done?

Hmm.... I'll go with Quinn for this one. She's made a career out of pickpocketing and theft, not to mention breaking and entering, property damage, assaulting cops (though really, who can blame her?), probably even some identity theft once or twice. She's not real big on institutional laws, but she's actually got a fairly strong moral character - she only goes after the ones who can afford to lose what she takes, she's not interested in ruining anyone's life since she's been at rock bottom herself.

3. Has your OC killed a friend/family member/loved one?

For Madison... not intentionally, but yes. It's kind of a major plot point in Smoke and Mirrors so I'll keep the details to a minimum, but... there's a reason she ran away from home to go live in the woods.

4. What appears in your OC's darkest nightmares?

We'll go with Madison again, because it's that event that appears in her nightmares most often. And, once she ends up finding a new home with the X-Men, her mind often includes them in those dark fantasies as well, with the fear that she'd hurt them the same way she hurt people in the past.

5. What is your OC's moral code?

There's a difference between morals and ethics. Quinn has a very strong moral code (she won't be anyone's homewrecker, she won't ruin anyone's life for a crime, she won't go after anyone for something they can't control) but a very weak ethical code. She hates rules and institutional authority, but she's not a morally bad person.

6. Would your OC make a deal with the devil?

There was a time in her life when Ophelia would've made any deal available to bring back the ones she'd lost. She'd deal with the consequences later, she just wouldn't want to be alone.

Actually, that's a presiding theme for a lot of my characters. They tend to have very strong motivations, whatever those motivations are, and there's almost always something they keep so close to the heart they'd do anything to protect it.

8. Would your OC consider themself evil?

I don't think any of my OCs would consider themselves evil, even the ones with complicated morals.

Madison feels like she's destined for trouble, for the world to fall down around her, but this is more an expression of guilt than the feeling that she's evil.

Ophelia knows she's morally gray, but morally gray is different from downright evil and she recognizes that too. She's comfortable not being the perfect hero, but she's careful not to become a villain either.

Quinn doesn't see herself as evil, because she holds a strong moral character (like I said: strong morals, weak ethics). She knows she breaks laws, she has fun breaking laws, and maybe there are people who would consider her evil for that, but she doesn't see it that way.

I think my only OC that would have views of themself as evil would be Kestrel, and that's more a reflection of who they feel they're supposed to be rather than who they are. They're a changeling, and are then surrounded by the idea that they're a baby-snatcher, a monster, whatever else, and this leads to them feeling like they're meant to be evil.

9. Would you consider your OC evil?

I write a lot of genuinely evil, dark villains. Pretty much any story I've written that involves my own plot instead of something canon, I'm going to have at least one incredibly dark, angst-riddled villain somewhere in there. It's fun to write villains! Especially when they're motivated villains, because then there's the question of how far they'll really go for what they believe in.

In terms of my primary OCs, there's only one that I'd consider evil, and only for part of her story: AJ Campbell. She operated as an international assassin for years, and for years she was completely unconflicted about this. However, over the course of her story she realizes she was manipulated into that position, and she develops a lot of guilt and begins attempting to better herself. She does get her redemption arc, but there was definitely a part of her life that I'd consider her actions evil.

14. What is your OC's "villain song"?

I don't really have defined "villain songs" for my characters - I incorporate a lot of music into my writing, but it's usually more about the story as a whole than tied to a specific villain. I've been meaning to use Psycho Crazy by Halestorm for something, since that's such a powerful villain song, though. And I feel like Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar just screams Ophelia, though she's not quite a villain

15. If you draw: draw your OC's darkest moment or reimagine your OC as a demon. If you don't draw: find a picrew or write a description instead!

I do draw, but I mainly do realism (and I don't really have the energy to put together a full drawing rn). I'll do a picrew, though! I'll go with Kestrel, since they're a shapeshifter and would make the most sense to become a demon

They actually do get a corruption arc at some point in their story, so I mainly inspired this "demon" look on that. Once they corrupt, they shift wildly between forms instead of remaining on their usual "Kestrel"/human form, so I tried to capture a bit of that inconsistency here. They're also strongly connected to nature and the forest, so that's where you get the wings, antlers, woody colors, etc.

thank you so much for asking!! sorry this response got so long

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thingsjusthappensometimes · 1 year ago

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Coping As Best He Can ----------------------------

Fandom: Good Omens CW: Self Loathing, Self Medicating, Alcohol Use, Cannabis Use, Angst, Spoilers for S2 Length: Ficlet (722 words)

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Crowley used to love getting drunk.

Sure, it was always bittersweet getting pissed with Aziraphale, when he’d get to that warm and fuzzy sweet spot where every shift of fabric, every movement of the warm arm next to him would make him ache. But it was more over good. It was fun. Getting drunk now was signing up for a quick trip to sad sack lane. It made him moody (or moodier than usual). It made him angry in that dark and jilted way he hadn’t felt since after The Fall. Drinking wasn’t pleasant now. Now, it was almost masochistic.

If anyone had asked what it felt like, drunk and burning from hurt, he’d have waved it off that he was already over it. If he was in a particularly open mood, he may have ventured to claim the anger that came up while drunk was all directed at Aziraphale. These things weren’t entirely wrong, they were simply layers. And if you kept stripping them back, you’d get to the core of him, the weeping black wound at his center that was kept stuffed up with gauze at all times. When he drank, the wound oozed. His brain ran, and when he was alone, the thoughts ran out of his brain and onto his tongue which hissed them miserably into stale air: “You worthless piece of shit, of course he wouldn’t choose you. Who would?”

Worthless. Nothing. Useless. Forsaken. Forgotten. Pointless.

He’d try and swallow the ichor that was rather pouring from the wound, bursting out the gauze under the heady influence of drink. It was easy to dab up the remnants of a seeping leak. A gushing of pain was much harder to control when you didn’t even realize the dam had broken until you were already drowning.

Pointless. Useless. Unforgiveable. Evil. Evil. Evil.

No one wants you.

Rage was easier to feel than terror. Than hurt.

It was easier to scream, and kick, and smash things than to sit with the wound and willingly drown. It’s against any beings nature, to willingly drown, celestial and occult as well as natural. All Her doing. Wouldn’t be smart design without some failsafes.

If he had taken some time to think, really think he’d have realized how ludicrous the whole thing was. It wasn’t really drowning. He wasn’t at risk of death. Of true dissolution gone-forever-from-the-world death.

But that didn’t stop the impulses to fight and kick and thrash and stay alive whenever the thoughts made him want to do anything but.

He stopped drinking.

It was a little difficult at first, breaking a nearly 6000 year old habit, but it got easier after the day when the horrible hangover was easier than the night before.

It got even easier when he switched it out for cannabis.

Cannabis use dates back to the dawn of time (clever humans), and he’d dabbled in his day.

It was alright, getting high, but Aziraphale had never quite taken to it as he had to getting drunk. A drunk Aziraphale was typically (barring a serious situation like, per say, discussing what to do with the recently delivered antichrist) a very amenable drunk. Sometimes he could be downright affectionate.

Crowley had only smoked cannabis with the angel once, a long time ago, but the blank and panicked look that stretched long across Aziraphale’s face was enough for him to guess this wouldn’t be one of the hedonist’s preferred pleasures.

Crowley hadn’t thought about cannabis for a long time, and it hadn’t even been in consideration after Aziraphale left. But on a whim, he’d passed some young folks under a bridge and taken up their easy offer to join their circle.

He was irritable from a particularly dull sober night, and was fully planning to create as much drama within the friend group as he possibly could in order to lift his spirits a little.

After a few rounds of passing the joint around, though, he was partly alarmed to find himself loose and comfortable. Almost amenable, as dirty as the word sounded. He learned about Kari’s terrible boyfriend, laughed genuinely at Matt’s terrible Piers Morgan impression, and found himself walking away from the group two hours later than he had ever expected to spend.

As soon as he got home he ordered a few packs of edibles online.

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womenofwonder · 3 years ago

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Option on RWBY ships:

Btw, I don’t usually ship characters. Romance is usually the least interesting part of the story for me so expect a lot of meh.

Arkos: obviously I love this, it’s perfect

Blacksun: ehh, it’s cute. I started out feeling kinda meh, it was sweet but not really interesting, but now it’s growing on me. Ironically the same thing is happening with Bumblebee, although I still like Blake and Yang better platonically

Bunanas: so this is a ship between Velvet and Sun, and it’s honestly really cute to imagine even if it is completely random. I like it better then Blacksun…I think?

Candy Cane: this is just weird. I can’t imagine Nora being anything but a older sister to Oscar. The age gap makes it creepy too, not the four years is much of a gap, but when your teenagers it’s a big gap.

Chocolate Arc: this is hilarious to imagine but obviously yeah, Coco isn’t going to fall for someone like Jaune

Cinnabun: I barely know anything about Yatsuhashi but he and Velvet are cute, I guess? Still like her better with Sun

ClockRose: heck no!

Coconuts: again, can’t see Sun doing anything but annoying Coco. I really don’t like the whole ‘badass jerk of a girl falls for goof ball trope.’ It always ends up feeling sexist in several ways

Combat Boots: honestly outside of an AU I can’t see Yang ever forgiving Mercury much less falling in love with him. Also Mercury just doesn’t deserve her

Combat goggles: I feel like Yang and Neptune would have fun causally dating each other and slowly realizing they actually like (Blake/Sun/Jaune/whoever) and become each other’s wingmen. That fanfic better be lying around somewhere

Crimson Lotus: okay, if I didn’t love Renora and Rosegarden so much I’d probably ship this. It’s really cute

Crimson Sun: this feels like an excuse to write lemons of the two hottest characters

Crimson wings: look I understand most of the shipping heroes with villains because they’re both hot and the villain/hero dynamic is always fun. But Cardin…he’s not even hot. He’s not even interesting. And yet people ship him with Ruby? Why?

Daddie Issues: you know I see where this is coming from but they would just end up murdering each other.

Dairy Farm: obviously this is downright creepy in cannon, but in an au where Neo isn’t evil and both are closer in age, this would be adorable. I feel like Neo’s main problem is she’s incredibly lonely—other then Roman no one bothers to understand or talk to her. If Oscar reached out to her, and she began to protect him…it would be perfect. In way even better then Rosegarden because I think Neo would still be a bit of pycho even when good, and it would be fun to see her lose it when Salem hurts him.

Ilia/Adam: I just want to say I am forever grateful the show went out of its way to avoid this obnoxious, cliche ship from being canon

Dragon slayer: I see why people ship Jaune and Yang, I really do. They’re both the team mom/dad of their team, they’ve got the whole goofball/badass thing going (which is a trope I do like when the badass isn’t a jerk), they both have a good sense of humor, etc. But I just can’t see them as romantic. It feels really weird. I can’t even explain why. I understand shipping them but I really can’t ship them myself.

Emercury: I really love this ship, but I also don’t mind at all if the show decides to make them platonic. I enjoy their relationship in general and it works either way.

Oscar/Emerald: again, feel creepy. I love the idea of a sibling relationship and can’t see them possibly being romantic even without the age gape.

Cinder/Qrow: yeah again. Both are sexy and good for angsty lemons. I’m not into that stuff so I don’t ship them

Fall Stinger: I just don’t know why anyone would ship Tyrian with anyone. Unless it was Salem and even that is super creepy

Firerobber: I like villain relationships but Roman already has Neo and Cinder is a hot mess. Literally

Firewall: I don’t know why anyone would ship Watts with anyone. He’s even worst less ship-able then Tyrian

Footloose: I don’t actually ship it but just imagine Mercury and Melanie bonding over weaponized feet.

Freckles: Yeah this is just painful. The two most adorable characters (Penny and Oscar), who go through the worst things imaginable. It’s endless fluff, angst, and whump, and I love cute romance and tragic romances, so this is definitely something I ship.

Frostbite: seriously, this is so weird and toxic. Having Adam fall for Weiss or vice versa. Maybe it would work in an AU or something but it’s just too creepy

Funky Beats: it’s cute, I ship it.

Gelato: yeah I love healthy villainous relationships! Neo and Roman are freaking adorable, and I’m sad that we didn’t see more of them together.

Grandmasters: I obviously don’t ship Salem and Ozpin because that’s just creepy, but I do like their romance. I like tragic romances, and this probably the most tragic one in existence

Greek Lotus: I don’t see the chemistry and crashes two of my favorite ships so…

Green Knight: well, she kinda helped kill his last girlfriend so…unless it’s AU this isn’t going to work. Even if it is an AU. This feels like another ship made solely for lemons

Velvet/Cardin: yeah, a bigot changing his mind when he falls in love with a minority isn’t cute. Isn’t sweet. It isn’t romantic. I don’t even excuse lemons that use this trope. Even porn ought to be above that

Weiss/Cardin: WOULD EVERYONE STOP SHIPPING CARDIN WITH PEOPLE

Hummingbird: it’s hard to ship something when you only know one character, but I was interested in the theory that Qrow was actually Ruby’s father. But then in season 7 Qrow’s description of Summer made me rethink it, and it didn’t sound anything like how you’d describe a romantic relationship. So I don’t really like that theory anymore

Iceberg: this is just cliche and boring. I get them dating but it wouldn’t last that long

Flynt/Weiss: I really love this one, it’s my favorite ship with Weiss. I don’t want it to actually happened in cannon because that would be random, but I feel like it would be fun for both their characters. And they both share an interest in music. I’m imagining an AU where he gets her into jazz and she starts singing it at all her concerts to the horror of Jaques.

Iron Maiden: honestly what. Why. Gross

Iron witch: well I definitely see why people like it. I actually wouldn’t mind it being cannon, It’d be a good combination of funny/tragic and I’d like to see Glynda mentoring Winter

Jailbirds: this just feels forced and also Qrow is probably too old for her. I like their relationship and don’t want it to be romantic

Knight fall: lemon ship. Moving on

Knight Life: I feel like Jaune just gets shipped with everyone but this is cute I guess

Lancaster: it’s cute, but I can’t ship it because it feels cliche. I was worried that Jaune was going to be her love interest when they first met and was relieved to see him with Pyrrha instead. It just feels forced and boring to have him end up with Ruby

Pyrrha/Mercury: this really popular for some unfathomable reason. I like Mercury but Pyrrha deserves better

Marrowgold (May/Marrow): I just don’t see it

Nikong: Pyrrha and Sun would be cute together, but I don’t really love this ship. It’s kinda meh.

Nora’s Arc: no. Just no. It technically would work but their platonic relationship is way too good to lose

Old Silver: this is Maria/Pietro, and I think it’s adorable. They both strike me as really flirty for their ages and both are very good mentors. They can be the crazy grandparents of the team

Ozglyn: just don’t see it

Phoenix: yeah Raven was a horrible girlfriend/wife. I don’t ship her Taiyang

QuickSilver: Ruby deserves better than Mercury.

Rehab (Qrow/Glynda): the fact that this is called rehab explains why I don’t ship it

ReNora: yeah, this is probably my favorite ship. I don’t think I have to explain why.

Robotic Knight: I briefly shipped this but now disagree

Rosegarden: I really love Rosegarden, they’re just too adorable together, though the whole Ozpin does make it a little awkward

Rosewick: I can’t see this happening, even in an AU

Coco/Fox: I don’t know enough about Fox to really ship them, but the fact that Coco canonically slaps his butt during battle definitely makes me want to

Mercury/Neo: I could see this working. It would be pretty cute

Silent Knight: again, it would have to be an AU and even then I don’t see it working

Snowbird: so at first I really liked the idea of Qrow and Winter being ex’s, but now that I think about it he has to be at least twenty years older then her. Also, I have to say that while they have chemistry I think they would just end up killing each other

Speakeasy (Flynt/Coco): I got to say I like this ship and could see them having a lot of chemistry together

Strawbanna: I just can’t see Ruby and Sun together. It feels weird

Sunflakes: Can’t see it working

Sunflowyr (Ren/Yang): don’t see any chemistry. Again this just seems random

Tauradonna: this is obviously as toxic as you get.

The Hunt (Cardin/Blake): stop shipping Cardin with anyone!

Mercury/Cinder: Mercury is way too young, and even if he wasn’t this would be really weird. Also Cinder makes him look like a stable, peaceful person, so also no.

Toxic Petals: I swear I’m done with this. No more Cardin, Tyrian, or Watts ships. They too gross

Velveteen Knight: Aw, they’d be cute together

White Knight: I really hate this ship. It’s so obnoxious and boring, and nearly falls into the jerky badass/goofball trope I hate

Winter Soldier: ew, no, Ironwood is like her dad

Wise Dragon: anyone care to explain why this is so popular? Sage barely has any character to him, I can’t ship him with anyone

Yellow rose: Yeah, I kinda ship this, but again, it’s difficult when you barely know one character

IronQrow: I understand why you would ship this but I just don’t see it. Guys can hug without being gay you know

Martial arts: why?

Noah’s Arc: why?

Sea Monkeys: again I understand why you could ship it but I don’t. They’re obviously just friends to me

Shovel Knight: like most Oscar ships it feels weird. Jaune is obviously a big brother to him

TaiQrow: As funny as it is for Tai to sleep with every member of his team, I don’t ship it.

Fair game: I really can’t stand Clover so again, don’t ship it

Achilles heel: Cinder literally kills Pyrrha, why would you ship them?

Baked Alaska: lemon ship

Black glass: annnd, another lemon ship.

Blood Mint: yeah I don’t see Emerald and Ruby ever being a couple

Catmelon: I found Ilia’s crush on Blake kinda cringy and I can’t see them being a couple

ColdMurder (Weiss/Cinder): even in an au I don’t see it working

Cold Steel (Penny/Winter) eeewww, they’re practically sisters

Cream Machine (Neo/Penny): I mean…if she wasn’t evil…and wasn’t so much older…it might work? Maybe?

Crosshares: cute but I feel like Velvet is too much of a doormat for Coco

Digital Clock: Ciel obviously didn’t care much for Penny, and she was barely a character at all. I don’t see it

Pyrrha/Nora: don’t see it, and also can’t stand the idea of breaking up the two best ships

Falling Petals: I get that Cinder is hot, but can we stop shipping her with the kids she’s trying to murder? Because I can see several things wrong with that

Freezerburn: again, for no reason that I can think of this ship just doesn’t work for me. Much like Dragonslayer it just feels weird

Gingersnaps (Penny/Nora): that would be chaotic. I can’t really see them romantically though like most Penny ships it would be cute

Guilty Conscience (Bree/Winter): oh please no. They really don’t have any reason to be together

Ladybug: I just can’t see Blake with Ruby at all. Blake feels way to old even though she’s only older by two years.

Milk and Cereal (Ruby and Pyrrha): I guess it would work but I just don’t any chemistry

Mint chocolate (Emerald/Coco): if Coco managed to forgive her for everything that happened at Beacon I could maybe see this happening. There is some chemistry

Mommy issues: Nah, can’t see this working out.

Monochrome: Blake and Weiss have never had any romance chemistry despite plenty of opportunity to have it, so again, I see them as strictly platonic and shipping them feels almost like incest. I know that doesn’t make sense

Nordic Winter: I can’t see Weiss handling Penny, but again, any Penny ship is pretty cute

Nuts and Dolts: I would ship, but I like them together platonically too well. Definitely understand the ship, though I find it funny that Ruby, who insist she likes weapons better then people, would fall in love with a personified weapon. I know that’s probably racist against robots

Overheating (Penny/Cinder): I take back what I said about every Penny ship being cute

PennyWeiss: but this one is pretty cute

Pink Lemonade: can you imagine the chaos of Yang and Nora dating each other? They both need someone with a cooler head to keep them in check

Scheenoks: with Weiss’s fangirling I can definitely see were this is coming from, but Weiss is too mean for Pyrrha

Steadfast: I really don’t ship any of the ace-ops with anyone. I found them all boring and annoying except for Marrow

Strawberry Shortcake (Neo/Ruby): not seeing it

Sugar Rush (Ruby/Nora): Again, too much chaos. They both need chill partners. And I love Rosegarden and ReNora too much

Thunder cat (Blake/Nora): don’t see any chemistry between them

WhiteRose: I can see why this is shipped and I don’t dislike WhiteRose shippers. I just prefer Rosegarden, and find Weiss and Ruby working better together romantically

Bumblebee: again, I see this working better platonically, not romantically. It kind of annoyed me at first, but it is growing on me, much like Blacksun. I still like Blacksun better though

Enabler: No.

#Rwby #rwby ships #bumblebee #blacksun #rosegarden #roman/neo #WhiteRose #Arkos #Renora #ruby rose #wiess Schnee #snowbird #qrow #winter Schnee #fairgame #blake bellodona #Yang Xiao Long #oscar pine

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sour-n-salty-citrus · 3 years ago

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Do you have any hopes for the season finale? I saw in another ask, you described the dynamic between rick and morty this season as "very weak, distant, and downright frankly boring" and I completely agree with you! I hope that, because this is most we'll see rick and morty interacting this season, it'll have at least a few moments of what makes their dynamic so interesting to watch.

(Ok i started airing my grievances with this season, which ended up being... long, so skip this paragraph (starting at / / /) to get to my thoughts on the finale)

Oh gosh I remember that ask (I think-). And yeah, maybe I'm being a bit overly critical. I'll probably look back on this season with retrospect, and a kinder, fonder view. Ik androgynousblackbox (think thats right) made a great point about it being the season FOR rickorty shippers. And sure, I agree on some bits, like Rick acting all pissy and partying the way you would if your ex got with someone new in the planetina ep. Overall though, i think my problem lies in that I was enjoying more individual moments than episodes themselves, especially the middle three. For example- Amortycan Grickfitti. Like, I really liked the idea of the Ship getting on a crazy adventure with Summer and Morty (and Chutback). I like the idea of a Beth-Jerry-Rick adventure. But put together, it's just kinda... meh? You know? I liked the first half of the Thanksgiving special... but it kinda dragged on after that. I get that they want to give other characters (particularly female ones) more attention, which is completely understandable and i encourage it(!) but I can't help but find it underwhelming. Like, Summer in the voltron ep was like- girl how are you STILL vying for Rick's attention! He's the worst! Haven't we done this already? (I will say though I ADORE how far Beth has come, props to her for continuing to seeing through her dad's BS. I was worried the character would relapse into a more typical s1/s2 Beth, and I'm glad she didn't). Some of these plots, funnily enough, seem more fitting of the comics (they actually had a voltron parody already). Fun and entertaining for two or three-something issues, not so much a 22 minute episode. i think most of my complaints come from the dynamic between our titular characters- ok, I know I'm very biased (I mean you can see it), but I came to the show primarily for their relationship. It doesn't even feel drama-fueled, just that they kinda... can't be arsed. I'm torn because on the one hand, they're unhealthily codependent and this separation is probably a good thing, but on the other... it doesn't feel natural? I'm not sure if that's the right word- it's like, season 4 had them practically joint at the hip, but all that's suddenly flung out the window. It just kinda feels like this "i got better things to do" vibe from both of them and its strange. The only time they both got a solo adventure (I'm classifying "solo" as an adventure where they spent a significantly large portion of time together, without the other family members) was in the sperm ep and Thanksgiving ep. And, well, in the Thanksgiving ep Morty felt like a side character in his own show, and the sperm ep... um. Yeah. I don't think it's AS bad as people were saying, but I was cringing the whole time (the second hand embarrassment for Morty was so strong I had to turn off the episode multiple times and return to it. It's just like- godammit MORTY). And I think there's good reason those two seemed to be the most disliked episodes overall. They're the ones RaM spend the most time together and it's... meh. Meh? Meh. I don't mean to say the season overall is bad (it has loads of good points, and its amazing for Smith family as a whole) just that if we're talking specifically about the dynamic between these two? Yeah, I wouldn't recommend a single episode from this season so far to use as an example of their relationship.

/ / /

There's one thing this season has been pretty good at, though. And it's showing us what happens when Rick is alone.

And that brings me to the finale.

"Who is Rick without Morty?"

Well... we already know the answer to that. Pathetic. Sad. Lonely.

This season has been phenomenal in humbling Rick. (And trust me I'm happy for it- every time someone beats the crap outta this shitty old man I'm like YES!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!). Ep 1 had his "nemesis" clearly besting him, ep 2 had Beth making constant digs (love her) and overall pointing out his extreme callousness and cruelty towards even himself(ves). Ep 3- when Morty shows interest in a girl and ditches him (like seriously it's not like he's moving out, chill) he immediately goes on a bender and develops a deep attachment to the first person he can (wearing yellow, funnily enough). Ep 4, he devotes himself to becoming an "honest man" for his new child, only for it to instantly be taken away from him. Ep 5 highlights how RICK is the asshole for making fun of and taking advantage of someone well-meaning and honest, if "simple", and how literally not cool that is. Ep 6 has his crazy rivalry with the president, and they both get smacked down a couple pegs for that. Ep 7 shows what happens when he allows himself to get carried away, and that he can end up driving everyone else away in the process (lucky they still wanted to save his ass when he needed them). And episode 8? Hooooo boy. Episode. 8. We see a direct parallel in Birdperson with Morty, and the whole "Rick and [insert] 100 years!" Rick has few people he cares about, arguably only one or two that he truly devotes himself to, but when he does, boy does he go HARD. We see younger Rick, optimistic, energetic, friendly and hopeful. And we see all of that crushed in minutes. Rick is desperate for a companion, someone to see the stars with. He needs someone there, someone he can trust and rely on to stay. Someone like Morty. So without Morty, who is Rick?

No one.

And the thing is, Morty doesn't need Rick anymore. Not like Rick needs him. In season 1, Morty was this bright-eyed kid who was new to the cosmos and the multiverse, who needed his grandpa there with him as they explored all these places together. But that's not him anymore. That's not them.

The promo has Morty using the portal gun to go somewhere w/o Rick's permission (i like to think it's boob world lol). It doesn't matter to me as much where he's going, as much as he's doing it alone. He doesn't just not need Rick there, he doesn't want him.

(Also correct me if im wrong but I've missed that sweet portal gun so much. I think the last ep was like- the first time this season we saw it).

Morty's response to Rick? "Replace me!". And wow. Wow. WOW. Morty doesn't give a FUCK! I think Rick thinks that because he's so smart, that he can offer so much, that Morty will come crawling back, and I don't think he will.

Hopes for the finale! Hmm. I mean, I definitely hope "evil" Morty makes a reappearance, haha. I think we all do tbh ;). I want to see some Morty development too, this season has been very Rick-centric (not that there's anything wrong with that!) so I wanna see what's in store for Our Boy. I really hope we get to see the Citadel again, and see the state it's in, but I doubt it. We know something super big is in store, it's just a question of what? Other hopes I have is some Summer + Beth action (please let them team up Im BEGGING) and Jerry too ahaha. I'd love if some other side characters made an appearance as well. Oh- I'm definitely expecting a dramatic cliffhanger at the end of the first half leading to the second half, with the kind of angsty music that leads into the credits (pls that shit is so good (OH WAIT imagine if it was like, for the damaged coda, but like- the chopin version or smth so it could be more subtle maybe bruhhhh)). Ok haha, maybe that's asking too much, the writers made it clear in the story train ep that they weren't gonna do that big dramatic showdown (... unless 👀). Oh, I'd also love some Premium Angst too, like someone getting kidnapped/nearly dying (like ACTUALLY nearly dying). These stakes better be so damn high I could spear a man on them! OH, also I remember androgynousblackbox (is that right? I hope it is) mentioned something along the lines that they could be driving Rick and Morty apart this season in order to have them come back together stronger than ever in an explosive finale, which, I'm strongly hoping for myself.

Thanks if you made it this far! If you have any thoughts on or hopes of your own for the finale please feel free to share! :D

#ohmygod im sorry #i rambled way too long #akdjsksaksn #someone needs to take this phone away #also AGAIN im not shitting on s5 as a whole i actually quite like it #its just the RaM dynamic thats lacking #but again that could be intention so ig we'll see #RaM #rick and morty #meta #?#long post #citrus speaks #oh wait i should probably tag to be safe #rickorty mention

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 11: Demanding The Truth

Robbie feels hurt and annoyed that no one will tell him what the paper said, and demands to see the paper. But his anger and frustration causes him to break something, hurting Henrik in the process.

This chapter (again) talks about PTSD, nightmares and anger. Later on, it makes references to police crimes and police brutality. Though the crimes are not related to racial bias, it's still police brutality nonetheless. Lastly: there is talk about the usual result of Robbie's zombifying process.

There is quite a bit of angst in this chapter, but it ends off on a good note.

Robbie woke up the next morning crying and hugging his stuffed dog. The nightmares of dying and waking up in the morgue had been plaguing him more and more lately. Some nights he almost didn’t want to sleep. Why would he sleep when he knows his head is gonna bring him back to what had happened?

Robbie angrily threw Bacon onto the foot of the bed. This sucked. He loved sleeping. And cuddling Chase without falling asleep in his arms was not as fun. But the nightmares were ruining it. Robbie hugged his head with his arms and started to growl to himself. Why did someone choose to kill him and his parents?! WHY?!

Robbie got off his bed, walked to the door and opened it instinctively like he always did. He grabbed the bathrobe he’d been given by Chase, and put it on. He walked out to the hallway and grabbed Henrik’s backpack filled with his stuff. He missed this stuff so much. But it didn’t fix the fact that his parents were dead and never to be seen again. He never even had a proper chance to say goodbye before the evil killer barged in and ruined his life.

Robbie walked to Henrik’s room and walked right in without knocking. He had no time for knocking when he wanted questions answered. He looked up at Henrik and immediately felt the need to hug him and cry his pain away. But he did that yesterday! And crying didn’t fix the fact that his parents were dead.

“Robbie? Do you hear me? Are you okay? Vhat’s rrong?” Henrik asked, growing worried.

Robbie frowned more. “I want answers.” Robbie told him downright. “Why did that man kill them? Why did I survive while my parents died and never came back?” Robbie asked with pain showing on his face.

Robbie noticed Henrik dropping his head and sighing. Henrik didn’t like to talk about it. He could tell. But Robbie needed to know! Now was not time to hide the pain that spiralled inside his head! Now was time to get answers!

“I wanna know!” Robbie told him.

“I don’t know. I do not know vhy your parents vere killed. I vasn’t zhere, and you do not say much.” Henrik replied. Robbie noticed how his english was more broken than usual for some reason.

Robbie walked up to the desk and looked around for the paper that Henrik, Chase and Jamie all had read. It must have all the answers! That’s why they were keeping secrets from him!

“Vhat are you-”

“Where’s the check record?” Robbie asked in a slightly demanding voice.

Henrik widened his eyes and got up. He walked to the desk and opened a drawer, revealing it and handed it to him. “Here.”

Robbie turned on the desk lamp and read it. But the words were all so big! Why must the words be so long and hard to read?! Robbie bursted out crying and threw the paper down before hiding his face in his hands. “I-I CAN’T REEEEAAAD IIIIT!” Robbie cried loudly. “Itknows w-why they died but I CAN’T REEEEEAAAD!”

Robbie leaned his head on the desk and pounding his fists on the table.

Henrik walked closer and was about to touch his shoulder…

STUPID BRAIN! STUPID BODY! STUPID PAPER!

Robbie ended up pushing all the stuff that was on the desk, right onto the floor. The room went dark again as he closed his eyes and started crying all over again. All the things he threw...It was all just stuff to Robbie. And none of it mattered compared to his parents. But Robbie’s thoughts were interrupted by a yelp and a crash. Robbie looked over with his blurry eyes and stared at the blob of adult body holding something…

Robbie quickly rubbed his eyes free of the tears the moment he heard sobs and cries from Henrik. What had happened? Did he do something wrong?

Robbie looked down and immediately noticed the shattered glass on the ground. Henrik was holding one of the large glass shards. But then Henrik threw the glass onto the ground.

“WAS ZUM TEUFEL IST FALSCH MIT DIR?!” Henrik suddenly shouted.

Robbie jumped about 5 feet away. Oh no...He’s SUPER angry! But what’s he saying?!

“Dies war ein Geschenk von meiner Tochter! Wie konntest du?!” Henrik kept going. He wasn’t yelling, but he was still speaking another language he didn’t understand. All he understood from that was the thought that it might’ve been important to him. “Wenn du wolltest, dass ich das verdammte Blatt lese, hättest du fragen können!” Henrik told him.

...What?

“Fahrt zur Hölle, Robbie.” Henrik shot at him through his teeth.

Robbie widened his eyes. It didn’t take much to understand those words were meant for him. Robbie’s eyes grew glassy as he slowly walked out of the room. But Robbie was quickly stopped by Chase. “Robbie? What are you doing up?” Chase asked him.

Robbie shook his head. He was too scared to say. Robbie turned around to Henrik, and welled up with tears. Quickly, Robbie ran down the hall from them into the dark. Robbie felt too terrible to face what he had done. He knew that he hurt Henrik somehow, and felt terrible for it. But he didn’t want to know what he had said to him. It could’ve meant anything. He could’ve yelled swears at him. He could’ve called him names. Or worse: he could’ve called him worthless without him even knowing.

The endless possibilities of what he could’ve said just filled his mind and spiralled out of control. He soon felt like a tornado of emotions and thoughts. By the time someone had walked in, Robbie was curled up on the ground, crying and sniffling.

Chase walked himself in with a paper in his hand. “2 Physical assault charges. That means he had to pay someone lots of money for hitting someone really hard two times.” Chase told him.

Robbie lessened his sobs a little to hear him better.

“Misuse of firearms four times. Firearms meaning a gun.” Chase explained. “Your father was not using the gun for good reasons.” Chase told him.

Robbie lifted himself up and looked at him. Chase knelt down and pointed at something else on the paper. “Manhandling. Your Dad was pushing someone around and treating them roughly like a football player would.” Chase explained.

Robbie walked closer and looked at the paper. “A-Austin has been given a warning of a $600 fine and...and a couple months jail time.” Robbie read out loud.

Chase looked at the paper. “Your father had to give 600 dollars over for…” Chase read a bit more. “Physical assault. Or, hitting someone really hard.” Chase explained.

Robbie looked at the signature and the name at the bottom. “I know that name!” Robbie told him.

Chase hummed in confusion and looked at the name as well. He didn’t recognize the name, but he knew from the documentation that it was the police chief. “You met the police chief?” Chase asked.

“Yeah!” Robbie ran to the backpack and came back with a car in his hand. “He gave me this police car!” Robbie told him. “It used to light up before the batteries died.” Robbie added.

Chase smiled and picked up the kid. “Let’s go put some new batteries in.” Chase decided.

Robbie smiled and leaned on Chase as he was carried to the kitchen. Chase opened up a drawer near the phone and pulled some AA and AAA batteries out of the packs.

Robbie got the police car bottom open on his own, and took out the old batteries. Then, Chase put the correct new batteries in the right way, and let Robbie put the cover back on. Robbie turned it the correct way and clicked the red and blue light on the car roof. Suddenly, the car lights lit up and a somewhat loud siren sound filled the room! Robbie gasped and giggled as he watched it. “It works!” Robbie declared.

Chase smiled. “That is a really cool toy.” Chase told him.

“I like it too! I used to pretend Dad was riding it around the city.” Robbie told him.

Then, Robbie’s smile dropped as the truth about his Dad had started to click into place in his head. Robbie looked at the police car. “If my Dad hit people, pushed people and played with his gun...then he wasn’t a good police man.” Robbie thought out loud.

Chase shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he wasn’t. But that paper doesn’t tell us about the good things he’s done.” Chase mentioned.

Robbie looked at Chase. “So he saved people and hurt people?” Robbie asked.

Chase nodded. “That’s the best way we can look at this paper. Yes, he did some bad things. But I’m sure he did lots of good things too. Doing bad things and good things is what makes us human.” Chase told him.

Robbie nodded and thought about something. “Did you do bad things too?” Robbie asked.

Chase bit his lip and thought for a moment. Should he tell him? Or should he keep it secret?

...He decided to tell him. “Yes. I have done some bad things. I’ve lied, yelled at people, and broken things.” Chase told him.

“Why?” Robbie asked.

Chase closed his eyes and could feel his eyes growing glassy. “Be-Because anger makes you do stupid things.” Chase replied.

Robbie nodded and snuggled into Chase’s chest. Chase wrapped his arms around Robbie and sat down properly so they could cuddle. As they were cuddling, Robbie finally decided to confess what he did. “I got angry and threw some papers off the desk.” Robbie told him. “I knocked down a lamp that was special to him.” Robbie’s voice started to break.

Chase rubbed Robbie’s back. “There there. I know you feel terrible for that.” Chase said. “Do you wanna know why it was so special?” Chase asked. All it took was a nod for him to continue. “His daughter had bought that lamp and painted it for him.” Chase told him. “He also has a child that he never sees.” Chase admitted.

“Why can’t you see your kids? Why can’t Henry see his daughter?” Robbie asked.

Chase sighed. “When someone’s heart is broken from too many mistakes...they look for someone to blame their broken heart on, because it’s easier.” Chase explained. “It’s like lying. People lie because it feels easier than telling the truth. But lying breaks you more than telling the truth does.” Chase admitted.

“So telling the truth hurts people less?” Robbie asked.

Chase looked away for a moment. “...Sometimes.”

Robbie tilted his head. “I’m confused.”

Chase chuckled at that. “I imagine. The people on earth are super hard to understand.” Chase admitted.

“You’re super hard to understand, Chase.” Robbie admitted.

Chase laughed at that. “Mhm.

Robbie looked at Chase. “Henry was hard to understand. He was speaking german.” Robbie told him.

Chase nodded and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah...He does that when he’s angry, scared or laughing.” Chase told him.

Robbie lit up. “Like when he was being tickled at the doctor’s!” Robbie added.

“Yes! Like that.” Chase replied.

Robbie looked at him. “I’m scared of what he said.” Robbie admitted.

“Would you like to go over and apologize?” Chase asked.

Robbie nodded and allowed himself to be put down onto the ground. Then, Robbie turned off the police car, handed it to Chase and ran to Henrik’s room. He knocked on the door.

“Ja?” Henrik responded.

The kid held his hands. “It’s Robbie.”

Robbie didn’t hear anything after that. Just a bit of shuffling. Soon, the door opened and revealed Henrik in his PJ’s.

“I’m really sorry I broke your lamp. I shouldn’t have broken it. It was special to you and now it’s gone. I’m sorry Henry.” Robbie told him, his voice starting to break near the end.

Henrik knelt down and opened his arms to him. Immediately, Henrik felt the kid’s weight in his arms and hugged him tightly. “I forgive you Robbie.” Henrik told him. “And I apologize for yelling at you like zhat. You vere right: it vas special to me. But zhat does not excuse my reaction.” Henrik told him. “I was what the Germans would call, a dummkopf.” Henrik admitted.

Robbie giggled at the word and hugged him a bit tighter at his response. Robbie could somewhat understand what dummkopf meant, thanks to the first word’s pronunciation sounding like ‘dumb’. But beyond that: it felt nice to have the pain between him and Henrik patched up. Even though the anger lasted 15 to 30 minutes, it actually felt like hours to the small boy. The kid was just happy to have fixed up the tension at least a little bit.

Perhaps there was more he could do?

“Henry?” Robbie called softly.

“Yes?” Henrik replied.

Robbie pulled away to look at him. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked.

Henrik smiled at the question and nodded his head. “Of course you can!”

Robbie smiled and fluffed up Robbie’s hair. Robbie giggled at it and fluffed Henrik’s hair right back before running to the bed.

“Ey! Come back du Bengel!” Henrik reacted, chasing after him to the bed. Robbie laughed and jumped onto the bed, wiggling his fingers. “Oooh no! No vey you’re gettin’ me and ticklin’ me!” Henrik declared.

“Okay, okay.” Robbie put his arms down and settled into Henrik’s bed.

Despite Robbie’s clear surrender, Henrik still took a couple extra steps to be 100% sure he was done. After all, he could’ve been just faking it.

But Robbie looked completely cozy and ready to sleep. So, Henrik crawled into bed and waved good night to Chase. “Gute Nacht Chase!” Henrik wished.

“Good night Henrik. Sleep tight you two.” Chase replied before closing the door.

Chase felt the door latch click shut and leaned against the door for a few minutes. He felt exhausted and quite guilty for telling Robbie everything. Even though Robbie had to know the truth, it was still a hard truth to wrap your head around. A policeman turned murderer with a wife and an 8 year old child? Talk about a heartbreaking family.

Chase’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by a yelping sound, followed by bed-rustling and laughter. Chase’s lips grew into a smile as he let out a few quiet laughs. Robbie’s an evil little kid who sucks at stopping when he’s ahead. Robbie’s simple ability to stay quiet and keep his motives hidden for so long, simply proved just how far his mischief could go. Chase had better keep his 6th sense awake in case Robbie pulls a scheme like that on him later.

But...That mischief and scheming was part of what made Robbie the boy he is. Finding the laughter in the hardest of times, and making things right when there’s tension. Maybe...Chase didn’t need to worry about how Robbie will take the new information. Robbie’s a smart kid. A lot smarter than they give him credit for. If there’s one person who knows how to fight his battles independently, it’s him. And if he’s hit rock bottom, he knows there’s an army of people to go to for help.

Chase smiled to himself as he walked away. ‘He’ll be okay...he’ll be okay.’

#an unexpected roommate #chapter 11 #angst with a hopeful ending #emotional hurt #angst and hurt/comfort #seek the truth

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elindae-writes · 4 years ago

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So since we seem to be on the topic of Transformer noises, do Cybertronians with engines purr and what does it mean? Do the kids know this? Also, how much do the kids know about Functionism? Has Fowler been briefed on it? I don’t recall having seen June yet. What are her feelings about Starscream if/when she knows about his defection? Can’t wait for the next chapter!

Different grounder frametypes rumble their engines in different ways.

Starting off with racecars for example, I think their engine-speak would be the most complex because a lot of racecars are specifically designed with making crazy revving noises. So there was the official local language of a grounder city but then the track lingo, which consisted mostly of angry revving and was pretty universal across Cybertron. Driving up beside another fast grounder and revving and throttling your engine eight times almost always means “r a c e?”

Bigger grounders like Bulkhead would have dialects based mostly off of honking. They were mostly construction workers so their honk language consisted mostly of just warnings, like three honks means “FALLING BEAM WATCH OUT” or something like that. So construction worker Transformer lingo would be more like a series of “caution!” noises.

A lot of bots used to have bright biolights, but they became unpopular because they required extra energon to maintain and an energon shortage struck Cybertron right before the war. But back in their heyday there were entire forms of communication centered around flashing your biolights and revving your engines/sirens in just the right ways.

I just like the idea of Cybertronian engine purring being similar to cat purring, like they purr their engines when their happy but also when they’re sad and just want company. So it’d be like a soft sad engine noise. After Orion became Optimus and Cybertron went dark Ratchet and Optimus had lots of sad personal talks about the war and stuff. Optimus purred his engine in grief at first but then did so less and less as time wore on and as he became stoic and Primelike. Ratchet deep down grieves for the older version of Optimus that was more willing to share his trauma and less willing to bottle it up.

I think that the kids don’t know that much about Functionism yet. They know the basics of the old caste system and that it was based off of frametypes, but other than that I think it just hasn’t been discussed around them for a couple of reasons. I think that the ‘Bots just wanted to preserve their young minds from the horror of it and that the Autobots themselves just genuinely hate thinking about it. They’ll definitely learn more about it in the upcoming arc after “Stronger, Faster” and in the “Operation: Bumblebee” arc.

Fowler has been briefed on it in detail by Optimus and I envision them as having had a long and slow talk into the night about why Cybertron was at war and what eventually killed it. Fowler obviously is not happy to have these pesky car robots running around and causing havoc--but on the other hand being a member of the military he’d understand just how brutal war can be, and so I think that his initial chat with Optimus about Functionism was probably what helped him decide to convince the government that the Autobots should be allowed to stay in the U.S.

June has not made her debut yet, but she will definitely meet everybody’s favorite winged menace sooner or later, most likely during the “Operation: Bumblebee” arc (but my outline is totally whack, so that could change)

When she does make her debut I think it will be interesting because she is a medical professional and does know about the consequences of PTSD and abuse and other things like that as a result of being a nurse. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s wondered if maybe these robots who have been fighting an extremely long and extremely brutal war have been a bit traumatized by it. So when a very clearly traumatized Starscream appears her reaction will be a sad “oh, here’s one who isn’t doing such a good job hiding his pain,” which will result in fun angst. She’ll definitely be very wary of him at first though because I have no doubt the Autobots (especially Arcee) would gladly fill her in on the rather sketchy and downright evil things he’s done.

#ask #headcanons #worldbuilding #unburied

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sserpente · 5 years ago

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A/N: Requests from two anons and @eislyn-vis. I changed the scenario a bit but now there’s a different kind of Red Riding Hood concept.

Words: 1954 Warnings: angst, fluff, attempted rape, mentions of smut

“Come on, brother, it’ll be fun. How will you ever redeem yourself if you don’t spend time with us and prove to them you’re more than just the God of Mischief?” Thor bellowed, patting Loki’s shoulder so hard he stumbled forward. The Trickster rolled his eyes.

“I have no need to be redeemed, Thor. You are fully well aware it were not solely my actions that brought chaos to New York.”

Thor’s smile faltered a little. “I know. Maybe tonight, you can convince the others of that too.”

“I will not costume myself and drink myself into stupor, brother.” Thor had painted his face entirely white and added dark blue circles under his eyes. Fake blood was dripping down the corners of his mouth and whenever he spoke, Loki caught a glimpse of those way too big plastic fangs. He looked absurd.

“You don’t have to. Just come along, have a drink with me and celebrate Halloween with us.”

He stared at him, considering his invitation briefly. He could always cause some mischief among the crowd. Surely, a real living snake in the punch would elicit some kind of reaction.

“Fine,” he finally replied. “One drink.”

Thor’s grin was triumphant when he grabbed his brother by the neck and dragged him with him into the living room. Loki was already regretting he had said yes when he shoved a green drink in his hand and then joined Tony, Natasha and Steve. Dirty looks were shot in his direction as soon as they lay their judgemental eyes upon him.

He rolled his eyes once more, carefully sipping on his drink. It was not too bad, for a Midgardian brew. Annoyed, he let his eyes roam over the costumed crowd—he was not interested in a conversation with the Avengers anyway—right until he caught sight of a petite woman next to one of the doctors. Alas, you were petite to him, your red dress barely covering your delicious backside. You were wearing a red jacket that came with a hood, too, presumably made of leather. What were you supposed to illustrate? Red traffic lights Loki had discreetly ignored the first time Thor had sat him behind the wheel of a Midgardian vehicle?

“Who is that?” He found himself asking. Fascination was boiling in his veins, an interest he could not quite name as of yet.

Thor frowned. “Who?”

“That woman over there… the one wearing the red dress.” You had combined your outfit with black heels and equally black tights. Quite frankly… you looked ravishing. When was the last time he had felt immediate sexual interest in a woman?

“Oh, that… that is (Y/N), she’s a young scientist. Works with Banner. Why?”

Loki pursed his lips. “Never mind. What is she dressed up as?”

“Red Riding Hood.” Natasha said, folding her arms suspiciously. The God of Mischief rolled his eyes once more. He had no idea who or what Red Riding Hood was. All he knew was that he needed to hear your voice. He doubted you would be willing to speak to him though—after all, you worked with the Avengers. You knew what he had done.

Loki downed his drink quickly, choosing to spend the rest of the night watching you. For a moment, he even considered casting an illusion, transforming himself into someone else but then decided against it. If he were to get to know you… then he should have a chance for you to like him just the way he was, no tricks involved.

He almost snorted at the thought. Whoever would? According to Midgardian myths, he was the incarnation of evil. According to his life, he was an outsider, a villain, a monster.

Pressings his lips together to a thin line, he stood to pour himself another drink. Perhaps he should drink himself into stupor after all.

How come he had never seen you around before? Granted, Loki usually spent most of his time in his cell, pardon, room in the compound and he had not been here long enough to be acquainted with the entire team as of yet. Still… a young beauty such as you… he should have noticed you.

He was met with a hungover Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff in the kitchen. Cleaning maids—apparently, so Loki had been told by Thor, they were getting paid for their services—were taking care of the disgusting mess the party guests had left. Loki really did not understand all the fuss about Halloween.

Repulsed, he stepped over an empty glass bottle on the floor and poured himself a cup of coffee. Unlike the two mortals in the kitchen, he had remained entirely unaffected from last night’s alcoholic adventure.

At three am, when there was still no end of the party in sight, he retreated, stopping by Stark’s library before returning to his cell—bedroom. He quickly found what he was looking for and ended up falling asleep to the fairy tale of little Red Riding Hood wandering through a dark forest to bring her sick grandmother cake and wine.

“You left early last night, brother. You didn’t disappear with the lovely (Y/N), did you?” Thor entered the kitchen with a sneaky grin on his lips. Tony’s face fell, his eyes locking with Loki’s.

“Did you touch her?” Hmm… interesting. Of course they would not want him anywhere near an innocent young woman—but he sure loved getting on the billionaire’s nerves. If only he could say yes. He would have loved to have felt you underneath him last night.

“And if I did, then what?” He replied instead, scorn swinging in his voice.

“He’s bluffing.” Natasha stated unfazed. Tony ignored her. “(Y/N) left the compound to go for a run in the forest nearby ten minutes ago.”

“Stay away from her. If I even see you near her, I’ll see to it SHIELD locks you up again.”

“Because that worked out so well the first time you attempted to do so, yes?” Proudly, Loki lifted his chin, staring him down until he had to blink.

“(Y/N) is an honourable, decent woman. She’d never waste her breath on you.” The God of Mischief swallowed. There was a chance Stark was not lying. Still, he had all the information he needed.

“Worry not, Stark. In case you are concerned for her honour, however, I would strongly advise you stay away from the girl yourself.” He teleported himself out of the room before Tony could respond, finding himself on an idyllic forest path. Romanoff’s information had been vague but it was enough for Loki to locate you.

Casting an illusion on himself, his heart almost leaped out of his chest when you ran past him, dressed in a tight sports outfit complimenting each and every one of your curves. Ironically, it was red.

By the Norns, was this not pathetic? Making himself invisible and watching you sweat like a mad predator? What other choice did he have? Stark’s harsh words rang in his ears, making him wonder if they were true after all.

Oh, nonsense. If you were truly honourable, perhaps you would give him a chance despite his past. He would simply… where had you gone? You had been there only a second ago!

Loki flinched when you screamed. Alarmed, he rushed to your side, abandoning his invisibility charm. A strange man had sneaked up on you, holding a small knife to your throat from behind and dragging you off the safe path into the undergrowth.

He could only imagine what it was he wanted from you. He gnashed his teeth. How dare he even think about touching you against your will. Possessiveness crawled through his body, along with a strong urge to protect you. Loki had never even heard your voice and still… He was not cruel. Surely, he would have helped any woman from getting raped before his eyes, yet with you he felt that if he failed saving you, something inside him would break. His heart? No, his heart had long been broken. But there was a connection. A connection he could not quite describe. He wondered… would Frigga know? His mother… the woman who had raised him had always known advice for any predicament he had found himself in, up until he had found out what he really was.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the stranger by the throat and hurled him against a tree, the knife falling to the ground and landing mutely in the green moss.

“What the…”

He looked up, realising who had attacked him and swallowing thickly.

“You have three seconds before I rip your head off.” He growled, making him stumble to his feet and run faster than you had ever seen a man run before. Relief washed over you.

“L-Loki?” Your eyes widened when you recognised him, hovering above you, his dark glare downright murderous. You frowned.

“And there I was thinking that I would be the big bad wolf in this scenario.” He replied with an amused grin, remembering the fairy tale he had read last night.

“What are you talking about?” Still frowning, you let him help you up, electricity rippling through you when your hands touched.

By the Norns, standing this close to you only made him realise now how tiny you were compared to him. He could just lift you up with both his hands, bring your delicious quim to his face and bury his tongue between your folds all the while you hung in his arms completely helpless, forced to accept the pleasure he was offering you…

“I am afraid you caught my attention at the party last night.” Now that was an understatement but at least, it was not a lie.

You raised an eyebrow. Oh… your costume, of course… “That does not explain why you followed me into the woods.” Ah. Yes.

“I shall be glad I did. Stark was very vehement about me staying away from you.”

“Tony tends to get a little overprotective from time to time.”

“I do not like being told what not to do.”

You blinked. You had never actually spoken to Loki before. You were aware of his presence in the compound, of course—yet the stories the Avengers had told you had made you hesitate. You had not exactly avoided him, still you had to admit you had not been overly keen on joining Bruce in the lab when he was present.

Loki had shattered your opinion of him like a piece of glass. If he truly was as evil as the heroes made him out to be, then why had he just saved you from a rapist? Your heart was still beating like a steam hammer, adrenaline cursing through your body. You didn’t even realise you were bleeding until Loki reached for your neck and gently pulled you towards him.

“He injured you. I should have killed him after all.” He muttered tenderly.

“I-I’m okay.” Loki looked up, your eyes locking. He had not imagined it then. There was a connection. But you were suspicious of him, he could tell. The hesitation radiated off of you like liquid heat. At least, he felt no hatred and disgust.

Making you flinch, he brushed his thumb against the bleeding wound the man’s knife had caused. One second passed before it disappeared, leaving behind unblemished skin Loki was itching to taste with his mouth.

“Thank you…” You murmured, unsure of how to react to his gentleness. What was it he had said? That you had caught his attention last night? “I, um… I’m heading back now, will you… will you join me?”

Loki nodded slowly, suppressing a triumphant grin. “With pleasure.” It was a start, at least.

A/N: Check out my blog to find more Imagines and take a glimpse at my first (to be) published novel! Also, if you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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melonsmessymusings · 4 years ago

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Potential Post S2 Fic...

Right so my current WIP seems to be going alright, but someone asked is there’s going to be a sequel and I honestly hadn’t even considered it... until 4am the other day. Since then, I’ve written a 5,000 word outline of what the plot would be, with every twist and turn and everything in alarming detail.

Basically it’d be a Post-Becoming ‘What we did on our summer holiday’ type thing focused around recovery for each of the gang except Buffy, because she’s not fuckin there, and I’ve got some really interesting ideas that are getting steadily weirder.

It won’t be happy, it’s going to mess everyone up because I really want to write a story focusing on how they all coped after the whole Acathla and Angelus thing. Because let’s be honest, everyone was a mess and obviously they would be and I don't think it was properly addressed in canon. Now I’m by no means suggesting that what could be created will be any good, and it might be way off base but now that I’ve got the idea in my head, it won’t fucking leave. Let me give a brief overview of what the plan is in my head:

A massive angst fest with copious whump, guilt, and torment and all that jazz. I want the gang breaking down every thirty seconds because they don’t know what to do.

I want the Police launching a full scale investigation as to what the ever loving fuck happened that night. I want them starting a manhunt for Buffy, keeping tabs on all the Scoobies and just generally doing their fuckin jobs for once.

I want Willow blaming herself for Buffy running away because if she’d been able to do the spell the first time then maybe it wouldn’t have happened. I want her actually recovering from nearly dying and turning into a mother hen about the others. I want her making the guys take their meds, I want her planning things to do to make the idea of doing physio fun because if she focuses on how badly everyone is hurting then she'd literally become catatonic.

I want Xander utterly helpless as his friends struggle to heal from it all and falling into a manic depression. I want him turning that uselessness into learning to cook so he can make dinner for everyone. I want him doing night shifts at people’s houses to make sure they’re not alone, I want him trying to be the glue that holds everyone together through the tough times.

I want Giles to be going physically insane with finding Buffy while literally falling apart. I want him to be forced to accept what happened to him and I want him to actually look like he was fucking brutally tortured for like twelve hours by a one of the most evil vampires to plague the earth, because he was. I want him utterly unable to cope with it and being a complete state no matter what anyone does to try and help him. I want him to stay up all night trying to find Buffy and being prepared to do anything to get her back home safe even if he has to sell his soul to Satan. I want the guy to be a fuckin husk of the man he once was because his whole life fell apart in the space of like a month and a half and believe me, that shit breaks you.

Joyce needs to be a wreck, I want her to blame Giles for everything even though she knows it’s not his fault deep down. I want her to help Willow and Xander, and later Giles, in recovering and finding Buffy. I want her to understand the impact of her words and actions. I want to explore how she met that bitch Pat and how she dealt with Hank when he’d be all ‘I knew you couldn’t handle her’ and being a downright arsehole.

Giles teaching them how to patrol because there’s no fucking way he’s going to let them out without some training and preparation. He probably won’t let them out anyway but he knows he can’t stop them and he’s in no state to do anything himself.

I want the Watchers’ Council to get involved and run an investigation. I want them to be like ‘oh dear Rupert, it’s all gone terribly wrong’ because fucking Kendra died on top of this mess and now they need to find the next Slayer. Travers frothing at the mouth because everything seems to always go wrong on Giles’ watch and it’s not funny anymore.

Snyder being a nuisance because it’s funny and he’s convinced that these meddling kids are going to ruin his perfect structure and order.

There needs to be a hopeful ending not a happy one because that’s not how life works. I want them all to be hopeful that Buffy’s return will bring a sense of normalcy and balance back to their lives. They won’t ever recover from it, but eventually the pain becomes bearable and they can begin to move on.

Do you see why I want this? There’s so much potential to unpack there. I’ve been desperate to give my own interpretation of the between season events, but never had the balls to actually start it. Until now.

Is that something you'd be interested in reading? Because I may and or may not have started it and blasted 18K words out in two days... so it’s not something that won’t exist. If anyone has any ideas on stuff like the title or just wants to tell me to shut the fuck up and stop wasting people’s time, let me know.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #fanfic #ao3 writer #honestly what the fuck is wrong with me #someone send help

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5thbears · 4 years ago

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ʻ 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ♛ . @memoiria said: Eyo give me 6 and 15 <3

𝟔. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄?

— there are so many things. a lot of times i’m guilty of giving ocs tragic backstories; who doesn’t like a little angst to give a character depth? but kosuke has an amazing relationship with his parents and has a very happy home life. he’s especially close to his father, who taught him everything he’s ever needed to know about volleyball and is truly the man behind the boy. i love that, i love that he’s so family-oriented despite probably not immediately coming across that way. basically, the way kosuke acts around his friends/peers ≠ how he acts around his dad.

𝟏𝟓. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄?

— oh god, all kinds. i went from writing suga to writing this idiot and honestly the change is SUBSTANTIAL to say the very least. but i also have a mumu with like 70 ocs and they’re all so very different. i’ve got smol muses, and i’ve got tol muses. happy rays of sunshine and cranky assholes, as well as the sassy, timid, people pleasing, and even downright evil types. i like having a range of personalities to work with, it makes it more fun to have options. that being said, all my muses have a little piece of me hidden in them somewhere. i find it makes them easier to relate to, and therefore easier to channel and portray.

#out of character . ”#memoiria #!!!#thank you these were fun to answer

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chittapornswife · 5 years ago

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DNYL Club | 3.

A/N: Fun fact: the other character’s names you’ll read in this fic are from ppl I actually knew in middle/high school. But their physical descriptions/personalities are completely different. Except for Julie’s personality & some features; I did go to high school with a Julie who was was sickeningly sweet & had great grades except she dated lots of guys not like DNYL Julie lol. Anyways hope you enjoy this! I feel like it’s much better than chapter 2 and if anything skip chp. 2 and just read this LOL and happy Canada Day! 🇨🇦

Genre: non-idol!au, high-school!au, fluff, angst Word Count: 7.7K Warning: Moderate swearing involved Type: NCT Dream x Reader

After Harvey had told you that he’d give the six of you a week to think about joining the club, you had been left in a daze. Way too much had happened in one day.

One heartbreak, five new people met, three of them being people you’d never expected to even glance at you and multiple stories shared.

Specifically, Renjun’s story had been stuck in your head. You knew that of course, even downright disturbing and evil people had admirers and could be in relationships but it still sounded weird that he had had a girlfriend for 3 years.

The most awkward part of the whole discussion was when you all got up and left the room, confused as to why you’d shared your feelings so openly. It had been even more awkward as you all avoided saying goodbyes, dispersing in different directions without even acknowledging one another.

Well besides Chenle, who wished you a good rest of the afternoon and that you felt better. It was odd, almost like he was wishing you well after an injury or a sickness but, you still appreciated his kind words and the bright smile he gave with it. The boy had a way with infecting others with his happiness.

While Renjun had just walked off outside without even saying a word, which was weirder than Chenle as you thought he would’ve had some ending words about how he still thought of this whole club thing as bizarre. Since you surely thought it wasn't normal at all.

Maybe it was because he’d shared something so personal that he’d left quickly as to not get embarrassed by it. But that was even weirder since if someone did try to embarrass Huang Renjun, he would’ve just spat back something harsher. You tried not to think too deeply about it and went about your own way. Instead, you thought about what Harvey had said while walking home.

Was this really going to be good for you all? Hell, you’d never thought of passing by Jaemin or Jeno in the halls but now here you were in some sort of heartbroken singles club with them. Everything was swirling in your mind and it felt like a dream, an impulsive dream as the sun beat down on you.

Maybe you were going to sleep then wake up tomorrow, refreshed, the rejection never had happened and this whole club being some intense daydream that you needed to get your brain checked out for. That idea sounded more plausible than this all of this being a reality.

You also wondered how you had kept yourself together the whole time. It was almost as if the atmosphere had helped lighten your mood, making you somewhat forget the pain that harboured your chest. Somewhat like you were under the influence of something, a weird compelling trance that had made you feel comfortable enough to share your story. It didn’t feel nor sound right.

Of course you’d felt hesitant to speak up about your rejection but then it had gone away right after as if your emotions were being toyed with, but how? There wasn’t any logical explanation behind it but you knew that it wasn't the suffocating peer pressure and that if you hadn’t felt that certain relaxed way then you most likely wouldn't have shared your story.

The sounds of a car honking surprised you, pulling you out of your deep thinking, looking up to see your close neighbour Mr. Wong smiling at you.

“(y/n)! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you! What have you been up to?” He asked with a bright smile on his face.

The Wong’s had lived beside you since you were in elementary school and your family got along with them very well. Both Mr. Wong and Mrs. Wong were sweethearts, always inviting you to come over and have dinner with them. They just loved having people around since they only had one son and were both businesspeople so they were often traveling.

Their son Hendery Wong or as you liked to call him, Henny, had been one of your closest childhood friends, always at your house for sleepovers for when his parents were gone on business trips and going to the same middle and elementary school as you.

But for high school his parents had really wanted for him to be enrolled in a more prestigious school that Mr. Wong had gone to when he was younger so he’d been sent off to a private boarding school that was really far away. Of course this had broken your heart, since you were so fond of talking to him and being around him but now you had to rely on technology to keep up with him.

But Hendery had promised you that he was only going to be away for a couple of years plus he was able to visit during the breaks and was given an extra week of vacation time each year. So winter, spring and summer breaks were filled with Hendery and you time, goofing off and just enjoying being together.

You smiled at Mr. Wong, shouting over the loud car engine, “Just the regular schedule with school and getting excited for summer! How have you been Mr. Wong?”

The middle-aged man smiled, reminding you of his son as he replied, “Just excited for my boy to come back and finally use him as an excuse to have you over! You know, Mrs. Wong and I miss having you over daily at the house.”

You smiled back at him, feeling the warmth from his words lighten your heart.

“I miss you both too! I’ve just been so busy with junior year wrapping up and with exams that I haven’t had the time to do anything else. But once everything’s finished I’ll knock on your door right away and we can play cards just like how we used to.”

Mr. Wong nodded, the smile on his face getting wider as he said, “That sounds lovely (y/n), now I hope you have a good evening and if you need anything ever, we’re just a phone call away.”

Then he waved at you before pulling up into his garage and you were left standing there with a wide smile on your face. Well at least the whole day hadn't been unlucky.

You walked into your own house, noticing that no one was home which wasn't too surprising because usually everyone was at work and came home closer to evening time.

And as you dropped your belongings down, the smile quickly wore off your face and you just walked over to your living room couch collapsing on it trying to hold yourself together.

It was tiring. Having to feel like complete shit over the fact that you liked someone who only liked you as a friend and having to live with that. Then seeing Mr. Wong afterwards reminding you of Hendery and just missing him so damn much.

If Hendery was here he would've known how to cheer you up right away. He would've consoled you better, much better than any club in the whole wide world could. You sighed, wanting to just escape from it all. Could there be a day where you could just lay in bed the whole time without getting hungry or having to shower and just be there? Be there without having to think or stress over things and just lay there emotionless, thoughtless?

Another stresser that was always in the back of your mind was that graduation was coming up in a couple of weeks. That was the main reason why you’d tried to confess impulsively because you didn’t want to lose Mark after he went off to uni, just like how you had lost in real life contact with Hendery. Of course, Mark was going to a uni in your city and wasn't going to be halfway across the country but you knew that it still wouldn't be the same.

Speaking of Hendery, you checked your phone to see if he had sent anything to you. Since usually he sent random pics or vids of whatever was happening around him and would always caption them with things like, “I know you'd love this/You’ll probably laugh so hard when you see this/I wish you were here”.

But there was nothing from him. Maybe it was because exam season was soon and he was ahead in time so it was already late night for him. You decided to just send a small message encouraging him to do well in exams and telling him that you were excited to see him soon. But as you typed, tears came to your eyes.

You so badly wanted to tell him about the day’s events but you didn’t want to burden him with your problems because you knew it wouldn't do him any good. But having to fake that you were happy to one of your closest friends just broke your heart. You always told the truth when you were with Hendery but today, today you couldn't.

So you wiped your face for what seemed like the millionth time of the day and decided to eat an early dinner. You reheated some leftovers and quickly ate, unable to fully enjoy your meal since you were wallowing in desperate sadness.

Then you made your way to your room, thinking about if you could reach the other guys and asking them if they’d felt off being the music room.

Except you didn’t even have any of the other guys’ numbers or followed them on social media nor did you think it would’ve been a great idea to follow or message them on social media because most likely they’d ignore you.

But it was definitely fishy and embarrassing that you all had so openly dished your feelings like that without even knowing anything about each other. There had to be something going on. Something that wasn’t fully comprehending in your brain at the moment but something you needed to get to the bottom of.

You opened your window, letting in the nice cool evening breeze flow in and provide some comfort. It really did help to lighten your mood and offer some peace after a hectic day. Closing your eyes, you soaked up the feeling and stayed in it for a bit, the sounds of tree leaves blowing in the wind and distant noises of cars zooming past trying to lull you to sleep.

“I gotta talk to Renjun tomorrow..” You murmured to yourself, laying down on your soft bed as the warm sunset shone on you.

And as you thought about what questions to ask, your eyelids started to droop, threatening to close from how cozy you were. But you fought against it, wanting to stay awake and think about things for longer. Except you knew that if you stayed awake for longer all you would do is stalk Mark’s instagram and Twitter, wanting to reach out. Which would then lead up to you messaging him and having a late night random conversation about anything, anything to get you to stay chatting with him which wasn’t ideal in helping you situation.

But as much as you tried to stop yourself from dozing off, the comfort and warmth of your bed caused your eyelids to win the battle and shut, slowly letting you drift off to sleep, away from all the horrible things of reality.

The next day was much better. You’d woken up refreshed after sleeping for many hours and the weather was great, sun shining but not too hot and not too cold. You had decided to try and reach out to Renjun and though it had only been a day, also try to avoid feeling upset or sad while being near Mark.

If you had concealed your feelings for this long, you could conceal them for a couple weeks more. You had high hopes that the day would go by quickly and you could go home and maybe even video call Hendery to feel better.

But once you reached school, it was the exact opposite.

First block had gone by fairly slowly but then again it was your least favourite class, Pre-Calculus, so it had always dragged on long. Second block had been a bit better as it was P.E. and you knew some people so it was better. But you really dreaded the next block that was to come, lunch.

Lunch was the time that you’d be spending time with your friends and Mark whom you had managed to avoid the whole day, choosing different hallways on purpose so you didn’t bump into him outside of classes and avoiding his close friends like Hyuck.

You thought about how you could escape having to sit with Mark and his friends as you changed out of your sweaty gym clothes. No doubt they’d just be spending their time eating and devising many plans to set him up with Julie.

Julie.

You were glad that you only shared spare block with her which was your last class of the day and was in the library. Meaning that you could just leave your belongings beside her and venture off, not having to encourage her to message Mark back or tell her for the hundredth time that she should give him a chance.

It wasn’t like she was going to listen to your advice anyways since she was so invested in school that she said she had sworn off of romantic relationships completely and would only consider them after graduation. She said it so often that sometimes you were tempted to just flick her on the fore-head. But she was the type of girl who felt pain very easily so you had to settle with a rolling of your eyes at her annoying words.

As beautiful and kind as she was, in a way it did make her pretentious yet boring which for some reason comforted you. At least you were fun and made mistakes often, creating some spice.

The reason why you’d even been friends with her for so long was because how kind and caring she was, always wanting the best for you and it made you feel warm inside at how lovely and affectionate she was. In a way, that could be perceived as selfishness but you didn’t care, you weren’t using her.

“I really wish Halloween wasn’t all orange and black stuff because I just bought the cutest one piece swimsuit EVER but of course I can’t wear it since the boys will make fun of it calling me a pumpkin or something.”

Your chatty friend Olivia babbled as you put your stuff away in your locker, ready for lunch. She was a year younger than you but you’d known her since middle school and had taken a liking to her since she talked a lot meaning that you didn’t have to.

“Just wear whatever you want and screw what the guys think Liv.” You absent-mindedly responded still thinking on how to approach Renjun with your questions.

The sophomore leaned against the locker beside you and hummed in response, nodding with a frown and biting the inside of her cheek as if you’d told her that you both were going to a government protest at dawn.

“You’re right, you’re right...... But you know I still think-“

Her voice drowned out and became background noise as you felt your phone vibrate, indicating you’d just gotten a message. You unlocked it, only to see that it was just the group chat you were in with Mark, Hyuck and James, another close senior friend of theirs.

Hyuck’s response made you laugh a little, trying to hide it as Olivia went on with her rant about the prevalent immaturity in high school boys.

The other senior, James, advised Mark to wait for the weekend or maybe just strike up a natural conversation with her instead of being so forward in asking her out like that. Of course, natural conversations weren’t in Mark’s book of social skills as he was usually quite awkward and goofy with people he met for the first time. But the next message you read had your heart beating faster.

Your bit your lip, trying to think of what to say. You knew Julie was going to say no to both especially because finals were coming up but you couldn’t discourage Mark like that. Even if you really wanted to be selfish and a part of you felt like he shouldn't attain happiness so quickly after unknowingly shattering yours. Of course, no matter how petty you were, you decided to stick with saying the most neutral thing.

You quickly locked your phone after sending the message, not wanting to see Mark messaged back and turned to Olivia who now seemed to be scaring some freshman students around with her loud voice and exaggerated hand gestures.

“Lets go join Hyuck guys on the fields!” You cut her off, pulling her arm and dragging her to the doors.

Fortunately, when you arrived at the usual spot you all sat at, Mark was too occupied with debating over peanut butter and jelly or marshmallow and jelly sandwiches with Hyuck so you managed to avoid having to talk to him about your message.

Instead you enjoyed your lunch while trying to ignore how good he looked in his casual black short-sleeved tee with matching black jeans and surprisingly, thin-rimmed glasses. You loved every time he wore his glasses even though he wasn't too big of a fan of them himself saying that he felt ugly with them on. Usually, he wore contacts and would wear his glasses only if his eyes were really irritating him or if he was too lazy too bother with contacts. So maybe that was the reason for their surprise appearance today.

But damn him for choosing to look so adorable today when you were trying to come to terms with getting over him. He was already so cute but paired with his glasses his adorableness intensified.

The rest of lunch went by in a blink as you chatted with Olivia about summer break plans and how she thought finals would be like.

Third block went by fairly quick as well with Art class and now you were down to the last class of the day.

Spare with Julie.

Julie and her annoyingly perfect kindness and beauty.

And as you were fuming over how flawlessly great she was when you entered the library, you noticed she hadn’t arrived yet which was odd as she practically ran to classes. But you weren’t going to dwell on it for too long or she could just show up randomly with that sickly, southern hospitality-like smile.

So you quickly placed your items at a very far back table that no one sat at and grabbed your headphones, sticking them into your ears, listening to classical music and decided to roam around to find a good book to read over the weekend.

The library was one of the best places to be especially for last block. The tensions of homework and anything in life faded away as you walked amongst the tightly packed bookshelves with that specific old homey smell mixed with the chemical scent of new books. It was the most relaxing place and for some reason there was this quiet understanding amongst everyone in the library; to keep to yourselves and to your friends, not bothering anyone else while you studied or wandered around, looking for a book.

It was truly heaven for you, not having to put up with boring conversations or people talking your ear off. Especially with the soft sounds of ethereal piano music dancing its way into your ears, this was your paradise for the day. You made your way over to your favourite section, the romance and mystery section and scanned the familiar titles, seeing if there were any new books that had been put out.

It didn’t seem like there were any on the bottom shelves so you looked at the upper ones to see if there was a title you didn’t recognize. After being here for three years, you had practically read and reread all of the romance and mystery books in the library. Which then in turn had you annoying the librarians with your begging and pleading to get new books every time you saw them.

But what could you do? The library was your escape from the reality you lived in and that in itself was an addiction. Instead of pining over wanting to be in a relationship or how everyone seemed to have a better love life than you, you could live it through the stories and the characters that had you stuck in a love triangle or betrothed to one man but loving another. The excitement that followed was like no other, not even a movie could make you feel this way and at such a free expense.

The saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” didn’t quite apply to you since words held more power and more meaning than any single image you could ever see. Just one word could affect the way someone spoke or seemed like in a story.

And as you were so immersed in finding a book and so into the music playing through your headphones, you didn’t even realize that there was someone who was right beside you, waiting patiently for you to look his way.

So when you turned around bummed out that there was no new books and came face to face with a familiar yet surprising face, you let out a small yelp, heartbeat racing fast.

Jeno?

The attractive boy stood in front of you looking a bit agitated at your sudden reaction and put his finger up to his lips as you tried to regain your regular breathing pattern from the sudden shock.

He was dressed very bright today in a red jean jacket with a white shirt underneath and dark blue jeans. You took your headphones out of your ears slowly, frightened as to why he had just been standing there without saying a word. Had he been waiting for you? Was he going to say something to you? Threaten you perhaps?

Jeno didn’t speak a word at all as he motioned his head forward, indicating to follow him to which you assumed was to the back of the library.

Shit. A million thoughts swarmed around in your head as you walked behind him and kept an eye out to make sure no one saw you two together.

Why was he taking you to the most secluded part of the library? What was he going to say? Was he going to threaten you into not telling his story?

All of your questions made sense but not a single thought was for sure which freaked you out. You knew Jeno never approached people unless it required him to talk to someone else, like basketball or a school project.

Your palms were sweaty as you followed him to the most remote part of the library, the old poetry section. Rarely anyone came in this part of the library, not even the librarians, since it was just so far away from the main sections of the library and held all of the literature students needed for English classes which you were able to get from your teachers already.

But now here you were. With Lee Jeno. With Lee freaking Jeno.

He turned around, facing you with those intense brown eyes and no visible emotion on his face as to what he was going to say next. “Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.” You silently prayed, waiting for him to speak.

“I need to ask you a question.” He said very seriously. You nodded, wiping your moist hands on your jeans. His eyes followed your action and he frowned asking,

“Are you sweating?”

You didn’t know whether to answer truthfully or not because you didn’t know what outcome it would bring so you just froze as he looked at you like you were a bit crazy.

“Never mind,” he shook his head realizing you were too afraid to answer and adjusted his side bag continuing, “I wanted to ask one of you guys about this and I saw you go into the library so I thought this would be perfect but- did you go home yesterday confused as hell about everything that happened?”

Shock and relief weren’t expressive enough as to how you felt after hearing him. You really hadn’t expected this at all.

He noticed you weren’t responding so he just continued,

“Because it can’t only be me that was wondering why the fuck I was so depressed and boutta bawl my eyes out after hearing your guys’ sappy sad stories. I don’t get sad like that.”

He snapped his fingers all of a sudden, making you jump.

“And even bloody No Score, even he shared his breakup story which- which yeah he’s the type of guy to tell people shit like that. But not the type of guy to tell me shit like that. We both hate each other so why would he all of a sudden spill his sappy ass feelings in front of me?”

Jeno looked baffled and you noticed that for some reason, it really took away the whole macho basketball player aura away from and well, made him look kind of cute.

His brows were all scrunched up, nose twitching and thin pink lips parted a bit in confusion which really did make him look like a cute puzzled boy and it was new for you. If he showed emotion like this more often then maybe people wouldn’t regard him as so unapproachable.

But when he looked into your eyes with confusion, the feeling was extremely different. His eyes were so intense that you forgot about everything else happening as you focused in on those brown orbs that wanted answers. They were so captivating and-

“Are you okay? Your eyes kinda just glazed over.” Jeno abruptly asked you, bringing you out of your stare. You didn’t know if it was out of concern for you or for himself.

“Huh? Oh- uh yeah! No yeah I’m fine I’m just um thinking! I was just uh- sorry.” You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath, you could do this, Jeno was just an average guy not some scary celestial being, you could talk normally.

“I was just um thinking about that last night too and I actually was going to ask one of you guys if you felt it too.”

“You felt something too?!?” Jeno whisper yelled, getting closer to you, a couple inches away.

Your eyes widened at the proximity but you nodded somehow continuing,

“When I first walked in the room I had felt something was different but thought it was just because um Harvey was so optimistic that he lightened the mood. But then when we started sharing stories I got this sudden urge of sadness that washed over me. And it made me feel anxious I don’t know why but I still shared my story and after we left the room, the feeling wore off but I was still confused for the whole day.”

Jeno’s mouth was slightly ajar as he listened to you, staring at your face. It was nerve-wracking to say in the least because well, you were fairly self conscious of people staring at you and it never felt great when someone chose to look at you longer than you would’ve liked. You never knew if they were staring because they liked how you looked or if they thought you looked ugly.

“I can’t believe it........” He mumbled, backing away from you and staring off into space in thought. You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do next but Jeno gave you another jump scare as he snapped his fingers again. He looked into your eyes with a sort of determined look saying,

“We should get the others and ask them too.”

Huh?

And that was how you found yourself after school, sitting down by the old oak tree behind the fields with Chenle and Jisung sitting beside you, Jaemin pacing in front of you, Renjun leaning on another tree and Jeno standing firmly with his arms crossed and a big frown on his face.

“So we all agree that there was something in the air right? Like something was fucking with us?” Jaemin captured everyone’s attention.

“Well I mean yeah but like what? It sounds hella crazy for us to just think that let alone say it like what did that Harvey guy do? Lace the air with drugs?” Jeno responded sarcastically.

Jaemin sucked in a deep breath, fists clenched as he gritted out,

“I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s on the same page you asshat. One of these days, one of these days I swear I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’ll wish you were born without one.”

The other boy’s lips curled up into a smile at the threat and you knew he was about to say something stupid back so you quickly cut in,

“Shouldn’t we um shouldn’t we get to the bottom of this by asking Harvey ourselves instead of thinking about it?”

Chenle and Jisung murmured in agreement and even Renjun nodded his head with a “Not a bad idea” look on his face which surprised you since he’d gone back to being a seclusive hermit, not even saying a word when he saw you after school.

Jeno and Jaemin seemed to be on board with your idea as well which you felt a bit special about. Everyone actually liked you idea for once. You all decided to reach out to Harvey on social media even though it was after school and hoped he was still on campus. Jaemin and Chenle were the ones assigned to message while the rest of you waited anxiously.

But after a couple of minutes, the anxiety diminished as Chenle screamed,

“He replied! He replied!!!”

“What did he say?” Jeno practically ran up behind Chenle to see his phone screen. The other boys started to crowd as well while you stood in front, watching them read the poor squished sophomore’s phone.

“Hey i’m still on campus and i’d be down to talk about the club with you. Let’s meet up at the music room.” Jaemin read the message out loud.

“So back in that drug laced air environment?” Jeno muttered.

“You should’ve told him where to meet up and not just that you wanted to meet up.” Renjun criticized Chenle. The young boy shrugged responding,

“You guys just told me to message him if he was on campus, you never said to tell him what room to meet in.”

“Well you-”

“Okay guys, let’s just meet up with him there. So far we know that our moods change in that room but not our words. Everything that was said was the truth so whats the worse he can do?” Jaemin said, “Make us so sad that we confess about something bad in our lives? It’s not like we can go any worse then sharing about our love lives.”

So with that, the six of you picked up your belongings and made your way to the room that now had you all nervous to go into. Jaemin was right, all that had changed the other day were your emotions and you weren't even really aware until afterwards but it was still scary that your mood could change that fast and by what? You didn’t even know.

As you walked to the room, you looked to your side seeing how determined all of the boys looked, even shy freshman Jisung was walking straight, his chick-like facial features set adorably in a frown. Renjun had his usual resting bitch face and Jaemin and Jeno led the pack determined. It made you feel pretty good walking together like this. Seeing how the six of you had gotten so close in just a day to figure something out, it felt good to know you were a part of something and that the others were on board.

Once you all made it, entering the music room and seeing that it was still the same, colourful and filled with posters promoting the club; you searched for where the blond cheery Caucasian boy was.

But the room was empty. Huh? Had he pulled a prank on you all or something? But you spoke too soon.

“Whatchya guys lookin’ for?” A voice piped up from behind, scaring the living shits out of all of you.

You all turned around quickly to see Harvey beaming at you with his backpack dangling off one shoulder. He was in a similar outfit like the one he wore the other day except he wore black shorts and a plaid tee around his waist.

“We wanted to ask you some questions.” Jeno was the first to speak up.

Harvey nodded cheerfully and walked over to a desk, taking off his backpack sitting down and saying, “Ask away!”

“Well first, we wanna know what you did with us yesterday to get us to spill our sappy shit, did you spike our lunches? Lace the air? What was the reason that we knowingly and willingly told you about our stories?” Jeno walked up to Harvey, pulling up a chair to sit right in front of him confidently.

Harvey shrugged not threatened at all, “I didn’t do anything, that was all you guys.”

“Cut the bullshit Cantwell,” Jeno used the classic last name calling, “We know you did something and we aren’t gonna let you leave until you tell us what it was. Now was it drugs or was it hypnotization or some shit?”

“I’m telling you, I did nothing. I can answer any other question about the club but I have no answer to this because I’m not living in your heads.”

You could tell he was getting annoyed but Jeno kept pushing it farther,

“C’mon man, if you drugged us we won’t get that upset, we’ll let you off easy and won’t tell the school or the police but what drug was it?”

“It wasn’t drugs, I didn’t do anything seriously.”

“Dude just tell us-”

“Why do you keep insisting that I’d even try to drug you all!?” Harvey threw his hands in the air cutting Jeno off and looking at him incredulously. This had to be the first time you’d seen Harvey so upset.

“I know you may not know me well but I wanted to change that except I guess I won’t be able to since I’m a dude who apparently ‘laces’ the air like how? Your emotions were your emotions and if it was too real for you guys then I apologize for evoking that in you but I can’t do anything about it.”

“But that doesn’t explain how it felt like we were being controlled and how the atmosphere changed up so quick.” Jeno fired back at the blond.

Harvey snorted, “If I did ‘lace’ the air or do something to the air quality of the room then don’t you think I’d be affected as well?”

The room went all silent again. Well, he was right there. You did feel a bit ridiculous at that assumption but then what could be the logical reason behind all of this? You knew you all couldn’t collectively be crazy and imagining that something had happened.

“How should we know whether to trust you or not? For all we know, you’re some random Brit boy that‘s got psycho motives.” Renjun warily bit out.

You could tell that Harvey was irritated by these words as he quipped,

“Well then how are you certain that two plus two equals four? How are you sure that gravity will always be constant throughout life? How do you know tomorrow might not be your last?” Simple, you don’t.”

“Huh?” Jisung quietly mumbled, looking down at his fingers and counting to see if two plus two indeed equaled four. You pursed your lips to stifle a laugh at the poor slow-witted yet adorable freshman’s actions and focused on the two vs. one fight happening.

“Well, what does that have to do with anything about trusting you or not? It doesn’t matter if we don’t know about gravity consistency or know about whether this might be the last day of our lives but it matters with what we make of it. So what benefit will this add to our lives then?”

Even though the whole room was fairly silent before, it felt extremely silent as everyone’s focus was turned to Jaemin who was still coolly leaning against a desk.

He had been quiet this whole time so it was surprising that he had chosen to speak up now. But he was right. The basis of this club was to provide some sort of therapy to high school students by sharing your heartbreak with one another which you already had done the day before. But now what was going to be done with that? The stories had been shared and yes there was some relief with speaking out loud to other people that had been heartbroken like you but now what?

Chenle started to murmur things to Jisung and you could tell that both Jeno and Renjun were deep in thought about Jaemin’s words as well. But Harvey seemed to be unfazed as he walked over to the chair in the middle of the room and ripped out a piece of paper from the notebook resting on it.

“Well, I guess it’s normal for you all to doubt me this much because if I was in your position I probably would have done so too. So the only thing I can say to gain your trust is that, I want you all to think of the times when you’ve been hurt, wronged, lied to and more. The moments where you’d put so much trust in someone and were let down, only to come to a realization that placing trust in others couldn’t be done instantly nor easily. And I want you to throw that all away.”

Harvey crumpled up the piece of paper into a ball and put it on the ground, proceeding to step on it. He then looked up at all of you, one by one in the eyes as he smiled,

“This is what I want you to do.”

“Squish a piece of paper?” Chenle squeaked.

Harvey rolled his eyes with a smile, “Yes, I want you to literally step on the paper but I want you to also get rid of that thought in your mind that I’m doing this to harm you. I’m not trying to inflict pain nor anything bad on anyone. I just wanna help people who’ve been in my position and are struggling.” He paused, looking off to the side and taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want other people to go through what I did. And through this club, I have the chance to do just that. If I had help like this when I was dumped, I sure as hell would’ve been in a better place and would’ve been able to make more friends here. But now here I am, about graduate with no close friends, and really nothing in my life besides going to university.”

Harvey looked at all of you with those sad green eyes and you knew that you were going to get roped in with sympathy. “I just- I just wanted to have good memories of high school before I leave. Is that too much to ask?”

“Why don’t you join another club then? There are plenty of school clubs and there are other outside clubs at recreation centres too.”

Of course Renjun always had to shoot something back, even in a pitiful moment like this. The boy seriously did not feel for people at all and you tried to push that annoying thought in your head that kept saying, “How did he even get a girlfriend?”.

“Well, I don’t have many hobbies besides playing basketball except joining that would be too late now and I wanted to join the music club but they’re already doing final performances. I obviously thought of this far too late so this was the only solution I came up with now.”

Harvey jogged over to the walls that held those club rule posters and ripped a couple off, jogging back and handing you all one.

“Here, read this and think of this like an after school hangout thing, where you know, we could just hangout.”

You looked down at the yellow paper that read:

Don’t talk happily about love (not even about the past)

Don’t cry by yourself

Having a girlfriend/boyfriend is restricted

We’re all just friends!

No dating other members

Must attend every meeting unless you have conflicting schedules

We’ll have weekly reports on how we feel

By the end of this we’ll have gotten over our heartbreaks

Graduation is on July 31st.

Graduation?

“Hold up, we’re graduating too?” Jeno voiced the same thought you had.

“Yeah I mean since I am graduating then I thought there should be an end to this club too at some point. So I chose the last day of July as the end. I know it’s a bit short, just 2 months to get over your heartbreaks but I think we can do it.” Harvey stuck his hands in the back pockets of his pants casually.

The room was silent as you read and reread the rules of the club. They were simple, surely easy to follow as they just required to be in touch with the other members and to get over your heartbreak by the end of the two months. But was it possible? Could you all get over your crushes, relationships in such a short period of time?

“I’ll join!” Chenle cut through the awkward silence gleefully making Harvey break out into a big smile.

“I think even if this is short, it’ll be fun and I’m excited to see what we’ll do together.”

The rest of you stood together, unsure of what to say. Personally, you knew that there wasn’t anything harmful in this club and even if you didn’t know Harvey well, this was a club that was in an old school room. So there were faculty members still in the building and if anything happened you could quickly get help just by running down the hall.

And even if it had only been a day with trying to get over Mark, you knew that it was going to be a long process so maybe this could help you. After all, the reason why Mark has been so insistent and rushing everything with Julie was because he had been planning on asking her out to prom. And in order to do that, he wanted to make sure she had good feelings about him and would consider him. Something that broke your heart and that you wished never happened. Maybe this club could get you on terms to accept that. So you spoke up clearly,

“I’ll join too.”

Everyone looked at you surprised, probably because most had been expecting Jisung to follow his best-friend and speak or maybe even Jaemin or Jeno to be the brave souls to join or decline.

“I’m in.” Renjun folded up the poster and tossed it on the chair.

Huh?

Renjun was willing to join? That easy? You’d expected him to say more and to interrogate Harvey more but he didn’t say anything else at all.

Pretty soon, the rest voiced that they’d join as well and Harvey let out a holler, shaking his fist in the air as he kept thanking you all over and over.

It was then as Harvey started to get you all to sign on a sheet, proving that you all were a part of the club that Renjun walked up to you, lowly saying so only you could hear, “I’m only joining to expose his true intentions.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hide a knowing smile after hearing his words. Of course, of course Huang Renjun was just joining to see if Harvey was making a fool of him. Of course he would stay true to his conniving and skeptic personality. But at the same time, you thought as you wrote down on your name on the sheet of paper, it was safer if at least one person had their eyes out for anything suspicious so maybe his skepticism was a good thing.

“Well then,” Harvey clapped his hands, “Welcome officially to the Don’t Need Your Love Club and starting today, starting today we’ll all get over the bullshit called love.”

And that was how you found yourself, sitting in that same plastic school chair, once again hearing about the other guy’s relationships and listening to Harvey explain about what was to happen.

“Now the first don’t need your love club assignment to tackle will be none other than our first member, Chenle.”

The blond sophomore’s eyes went wide as he pointed to himself in surprise as Harvey nodded.

“Since you were the first to join, you’ll be the first member that we’ll focus on with getting over a heartbreak. So for the next couple of days, write down your regular routine of what you do and instead of meeting up next Wednesday, I’ll change the date to Monday so it’s easier. We can hold meetings on Mondays, Wednesday’s and Fridays.”

“Three days?!?”

“I have bball games on Friday’s”

“I’m not seeing you all three days a week.”

The other guys started to voice their concerns and troubles with the times.

“I know you guys have other things so it’s fine but if you make at least once a week then that’s okay. We can even set up a groupchat to make things easier. But this week will be Chenle week.”

Just like that, the first meeting ended leaving you all to wonder what the next one was going to be like and what Chenle was going to say on Monday.

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In the '80s and '90s, a lot of things were turned into cartoons. We saw a long list of animated shows based on live-action movies and more than a few that existed simply to sell toys. One interesting subgenre you might not remember, though, is when an animated series would age down an established set of fictional characters. All of a sudden, characters you were used to seeing as adults were portrayed as children on another show.

It happened more often than you may think and, honestly, some of the properties that did this to squeeze a little extra money out of their intellectual property may surprise you. At the end of the day, they all had something that made them entertaining enough to stick to the back of our minds.

Let's jump in the time machine and revisit 18 of the absolute best animated shows that age-flipped characters you knew and love--and maybe a couple you were downright terrified of. Also, make sure to check out our list of movies that were based on beloved cartoons. He-Man, eat your heart out.

1. The Tom and Jerry Kids Show

It's not that Tom and Jerry Kids was a bad show, it was actually pretty good. However, the most memorable thing about it is its fantastic theme song. The series also included a kid version of Droopy Dog, in addition to little Tom and Jerry.

2. Muppet Babies

This is easily the most beloved and iconic example of this trend. Jim Henson's Muppets were portrayed as babies when they became a cartoon--complete with onesies, baby talk, and a parental figure named Nanny that was only ever shown from the legs down. Muppet Babies is hands-down one of the best cartoons of the 1980s. What's more, the recent reboot on Disney Channel is also quite fun, even if it doesn't cast tiny versions of your favorite Muppets in movie franchises like Star Wars and Indiana Jones.

3. A Pup Named Scooby-Doo

This was another show with a very memorable theme, though it's a confusing one. A Pup Named Scooby-Doo first debuted in 1988, and yet its theme sounds like a doo-wop song from the '50s. Regardless, this show is a blast as a young Scooby gang hunts monsters and solves mysteries, and of course, feeds the titular dog Scooby Snacks to keep him motivated.

4. Flintstone Kids

Flintstone Kids was good, but what makes this entry on the list special is the show-within-the-show. Captain Caveman and Son were shorts that aired as part of Flintstone Kids. Originally, Captain Caveman was a character that debuted in the 1977 animated series Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels. On Flintstone Kids, he teamed with his son Cavey Jr. to fight the forces of evil. As for the little Flintstone gang themselves, that part of the show was also very fun, though you might remember it most for the public service announcements that aired during the episodes.

5. Tiny Toon Adventures

This one is, admittedly, a bit of a cheat. The kids on Tiny Toons weren't actually the kid versions of Bugs, Daffy, Taz, and the rest of the gang. It doesn't get much closer, though. Baby and Buster were clearly a younger take on the different sides of Bugs Bunny, while Plucky Duck has Daffy's temper, Dizzy was the spitting image of Taz, and Hampton was so close to Porky Pig it was scary. What's more, sometimes the classic Looney Tunes characters made appearances on Tiny Toons, seeing them team up with their younger proteges.

6. James Bond Jr.

This is another one that sort of works, but only if you stretch the premise a bit. James Bond Jr. was the nephew of James Bond and a spy-in-training and, along with his prep school friends, was fighting the forces of evil just like his infamous uncle. What you may not know, though, is James Bond Jr. has his own novels. The Adventures of James Bond Junior 003½ was first released in 1967, written by an author under the pseudonym R. D. Mascott. Interestingly, the actual author of the book has never been officially revealed, though several names have been theorized.

7. Baby Looney Tunes

First debuting in 2001, this is a much newer series than Tiny Toons. What's more, it actually delivers what you might have been looking for in that show--this is the actual Looney Tunes characters as babies, in case the title of the series didn't hint at it enough. This series essentially Muppet Babies, but with Bugs Bunny and friends. What's not to love?

8. Yo Yogi!

If you've actually heard of this one, congratulations. You're as nerdy as we are. Yo Yogi! debuted in 1991 and only lasted for 12 episodes. It was the most over-the-top version of the '90s you could expect, complete with a neon-colored makeover of Yogi's clothes. The series casts the bear and his pals--Boo-Boo, Snagglepuss, Huckleberry Hound, Cindy Bear--as 14-year-old crime fighters. What else would you expect these animated teen animals to be?

9. Jungle Cubs

Yes, Disney's The Jungle Book for the kid treatment, even though the main character in the movie is already a kid. This version doesn't feature Mowgli at all. Instead, the animals are all kids, living it up in the jungle. They aren't crime fighters of ghostbusters or anything like that. Instead, they're just friends hanging out. Oh, and we have to mention the theme song, a hip-hop version of "The Bare Necessities."

10. Clifford's Puppy Days

If you were a kid in the early-aughts, you might remember Clifford's Puppy Days. Before he was Clifford the Big Red Dog, he was Clifford the normal-sized puppy that wasn't a menace to keep and maintain.

11. The New Archies

Before Riverdale turned Archie and his friends into a Twin Peeks-flavored murder party of teenage angst, The New Archies made them little kids. The gang is in junior high and, well, not much else has changed. It lasted 13 episodes and was still the incredibly wholesome Archie Comics you knew back then before it went full-CW.

12. Sabrina: The Animated Series

The animated Sabrina series was a spin-off of the live-action version starring Melissa Joan Hart and featured the titular teen as a 12-year-old. She was still learning her magical ways and getting into all sorts of trouble with her spells. In this series, Sabrina is voiced by Hart's little sister, Emily Hart. However, the original Sabrina does play a role, voicing Sabrina's aunts Hilda and Zelda.

13. Camp WWE

What if WWE did its own take on South Park? That's Camp WWE, an animated series that's definitely meant for adults. All of your favorite WWE superstars, including "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, The Rock, and The Undertaker, are little kids at a summer camp run by Vince McMahon, his teen daughter Stephania, and her boyfriend Triple H? That's all you need to know about WWE. It pokes fun at WWE and professional wrestling as a whole, is filled with more adult language than you'd find on Raw or Smackdown, and it actually one of the most entertaining WWE Network originals.

14. Ewoks

Yes, this is real. There's honestly no telling how old the Ewoks are in Return of the Jedi. But who cares? In this Star Wars animated series, viewers follow a younger version of Wicket and his friends before the events of A New Hope and, for some reason, they speak English now. Originally, this series aired with the half-hour show Droids for The Ewoks and Droids Adventure Hour, otherwise known as the coolest one-hour block of TV you'll ever experience.

15. Iron Man: Armored Adventures

This is the most recent series on the list, but need to be pointed out. Iron Man: Armored Adventures followed Tony Stark as a teen Iron Man, alongside a similarly-aged Pepper Potts and Rhodey. If you thought Stark might have less of an ego as a teenager, guess again. Still, this take on Iron Man was entertaining and it managed to introduce a long list of popular Marvel characters--from Black Panther to MODOK.

16. The Mini-Monsters

So, The Mini-Monsters wasn't a show. It was, however, a segment within the animated series The Comic Strip. The segment featured the children of the classic Universal monsters, including Frankenstein's son Franky and the Invisible Man's son Blanko. It's utterly ridiculous, with a premise of a pair of siblings (one of which is voiced by Seth Green) being sent to a summer camp filled with the children of actual horror villains for a year. This is the oddest entry on the list, but one of the best.

17. The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show

While this is a list of cartoons that turned adult characters into children, it didn't always work out that way. In some cases, the process goes backward, and this is a perfect example of that. On The Flintstones, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm were the kids of Fred and Barney, respectively. That series ended in 1966, though, with The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show following in 1971. In that series, the two titular characters were teenagers, attending high school together and starting a band. What was the band called, you ask? The Bedrock Rockers. This sequel series only lasted 16 episodes, but it remains a cool idea that most cartoons won't dare touch. Bart Simpson has been in elementary school for three decades, and chances are that won't be changing anytime soon.

18. All Grown Up

This series also aged up popular baby characters. All Grown Up revisited the world of Rugrats. This time, though, Tommy Pickles and his friends were preteens and had more fleshed out personalities. It lasted five seasons on Nickelodeon, airing between 2003 and 2008.

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