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hamphobicbasil · 3 years ago

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Could u elaborate about the dsmp story being bad? Not a rabid/brain dead fan, just genuinely curious and I enjoy reading people's rants lolol

oh you dont know the floodgates you just opened

a few things:

1. despite not liking the creators of the dsmp anymore, I don't actually hate most of them. [the ones that are particularly unsavory fall outside of this of course] so all that I'm saying i truly mean in a critical sense towards the story, its also just all purely my opinion as someone who enjoys fictional and fantasy stories and who like criticizing works to see what it does well and what it doesn't do well

2. for clarification I'm going to use the c![name] to indicate when I'm talking about the characters. Don't get me wrong, I think its annoying too but its the only way I'm gonna be able to write this thing without getting something across the wrong way yknow?

3. I stopped watching the streams after November 16th, [save for one Techno one but I closed out after a particularly bad story beat lol] and so all information coming afterward is all second hand from either me seeing people on twt talk abt it or people dming me. All i really know is up to dream's imprisonment and some stuff past that.

4. This is mostly aimed towards the "main" story, so stuff abt the badlands, eggpire, and whatnot are briefly mentioned.

anyways uh, i'll try to be brief but also include enough information to get why i feel the way i do on some stuff across

A. Performances Alright obviously these people are all streamers, so obviously they might not be the best actors, and hell no one is even asking that of them. However, when you're telling a story that's based on the audio with the visuals kinda coming to a second, it's gotta be pretty strong. I will say, some of the best actors in my opinion are Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. I would include Ranboo but I never watched any of his story bits or story streams so I can't say much. Wilbur and Tommy are excellent in selling their character's emotions and feelings, when I watch the stream I don't feel like I'm watching an rp but an actual thought-out story yknow? And one of my favorite Tubbo examples was in the Hog Hunt video whenever Techno attacked him, he sounded genuinely afraid and I believed everything his character was feeling.

However, unfortunately, not everyone is gonna be that good. And I'm gonna say it; Dream and Techno have to be the worst out of the entire cast. I understand Techno's whole character is this monotoned badass, however, when really emotional moments hit I feel like he never lets that fall, and a lot of intense moments just ring hollow. And I'm sorry but Dream's attempts at being intimidating leave me laughing whenever I watch them. It feels like he watched that one scene from The Marriage with Adam Driver and Scarlett Johannson and said "Oh this is what good acting looks like! Just yelling." His whole "I don't give a FUCK about Spirit!" speech isn't as great as people keep making it out to be. And whenever he tries to act coy when being a villain it feels like a guy reading the script for the first time, a bit like he's trying too hard. I have more problems with his character but his portrayal certainly doesn't help.

Everyone else is fine, and I don't feel strongly either way about a lot of them.

B. The "Lore" Okay first off, I can't be the only one who thinks it's silly that people are calling the dsmp's story "lore" when it's not, it's the fucking story. Lore indicates backstory to either the world or the characters, which a lot of the streams don't really pertain to. This is a really petty section but god it's a weird pet peeve of mine.

Other than the misusage of "lore" vs "story", the actual lore and world-building of the world are so lackluster that new elements can be introduced whenever and it often feels cluttered or not well thought out at all. And here's the thing, I feel like if the writers sat down just for a few minutes to establish world rules and general history, a lot of this could be solved! but so much is made up on the spot that it starts to feel like they're grabbing at straws to keep people invested, trying to reach that next high and intense story beat without actually earning it.

C. The Egg / Eggpire This is a pretty minor note since I was only invested in the Egg storyline for a little bit, but god it's so underused that it's almost embarrassing. Bad has provided this super interesting antagonistic force that's infecting the SMP, can control people, and who one of our main character is immune to, and it's just never used or even talked about again? Now I understand if he wanted to keep it to a side storyline only, however, to introduce this borderline eldritch creature and force within the world and then never have it dealt with is so weird.

D. The Writing Oh boy this is. kinda a big one. Now I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty obvious I have a bias for the Wilbur writing over the current team [that consisting of Dream, Quackity, and Tommy mostly]. I don't this his writing is perfect by any means, the characters constantly bringing up traitors got obnoxious after a while, and writing Hamilton but in Minecraft really isn't the modern Shakespeare or anything. However, I think his exploration of characters and plot progression was a lot more thought out and well planned, like he actually had two brain cells behind the story yknow? The current team I think fails to be as emotional or even impactful, things happened too fast and my god was everything drowned in angst for so long.

Don't get me wrong, you gotta have your characters face hardships to make them reach their goal believable, but some of the shit they put the characters through just felt like too much. From c!Tubbo's constant comparison to c!Schlatt [who btw, fucking ordered his death and kept him from his friends in a nation he felt trapped in] and on a side note, i kinda really fucking dislike the "c!Schlatt dad!!" au's or the au's where c!Tubbo inherits some of Schlatt's features, it would be like c!Tommy getting a c!Dream mask after his exile, it's feels so weird yet people eat that shit up for some reason.

But god, did c!Tommy get the brunt of it all and in retrospect after his final death, it kinda feels really fucking gross. Now obviously, I'm not trusting any of these people to write decent mental health representation, but c!Tommy's PTSD and how it was explored was just degrading. [Specifically the scene in that one Techno stream where he saw the final control room from the first war, and had a flashback / panic attack where he started calling out for c!Dream. I understand this is an actual thing people with PTSD will experience, but it felt so fucking stereotypical it got on my nerves. I actually had to close out of the stream because it made me feel sick, fiction shouldn't leave you feeling that way.] And don't get me started on how they basically reused the formula from the previous arc. [Problem introduced -> Tensions rise as things start to fall apart -> Big confrontation -> Exile -> Return from Exile -> Blowing up L'Manberg, again.]

And speaking of characters-

E. Character Arcs, or the lack of them In my genuine opinion, some of these characters' arcs are so disappointing. Especially c!Tommy's. I'm not one to believe that he was a "selfish" character or anything, however, his goals were simply set on his discs and maybe c!Tubbo, he didn't have much outside that. However, L'Manberg gave him something to care about, he gave up his discs for it and he fought for it tooth and nail, I think it taught him to open up to others and trust more. It was a great character arc for him to have, seeing him still fight even after his first exile alongside c!Wilbur, to return safely to the nation that he and his found family had built.

But then his second exile happened, and I feel like all of that was undone.

c!Tommy's exile genuinely pisses me off for so many reasons. It's not that characters can't have their low points after reaching a major change or feeling like they've "completed" their arcs or anything, but it's more of the fact that it seems like he's never going to heal that feels like a spit in the face, especially to people who might have had setbacks like that before. Progress isn't linear, sometimes things happen and you get knocked back down, it can take a while to get back up, but I don't think c!Tommy's character is ever going to be allowed to get back up. From c!Dream, who pretty much was a constant abuser in his life, killing him then reviving him, and his still fractured relationship with c!Tubbo, which by the way I have a had time believing they would still be friends after all that happened, it feels like he can never get a win and it's generally kinda a shit way to treat your characters who have been abused. Of course, not all abused characters are going to get happy endings, I'm not trying to dictate that they all should, but c!Tommy deserves one and the fact that it's so obscure feels shitty.

Side note: we still don't have a canon reason to give a shit abt the discs. Like I'm sorry but without some sorta connection to the MacGuffin why should we give a shit about him getting them other than "he wants them lol". Like hell, I would even accept the classic "they were the last gifts from his parents" or something, but we still don't have a reason.

c!Tubbo also lacks a fulfilling arc as well, from someone who started out as a yes man, he has progressed a bit into having his own interests first, but besides that sometimes his character makes me so. depressed. He's easily one of the most pushed around and hated characters within the story, all for being a kid who didn't know what to do and he's in the same vein as c!Tommy; these kids can't get a break. Also, his anti-violence beliefs morphing into the "lets kill c!Techno lol!" bit was so out of place and without proper build-up it was like. what. And now he's building nukes?? god c!Tubbo makes me so sad because he's kicked around constantly and never given a chance to grow.

Another small note, I also don't really enjoy c!Techno at all. Besides the previously stated reasons of lack of emotions when they're really needed, I find his character to be weirdly pretentious. He talks as if he's constantly been betrayed and hurt but I personally, don't see it? Like, I think one of the main examples was the Pogtopia vs. Manberg war, yknow he wanted to end the government but they just reinstated it after they won = c!Techno upset. But this doesn't make sense to me because why did he think otherwise? The entire time c!Tommy had talked about taking back their nation and starting again, so the fact that c!Techno suddenly thought there would be a sudden change is, to put it bluntly, kinda fucking stupid. I don't want to say that he "plays the victim" or anything because that feels a bit harsh, but his character feels so far up his own ass that I can't enjoy him.

I have a major grip with c!Dream as well, but that's getting it's own fucking section.

F. L'Manberg This is a quick note before we get into the, forgive me for this, endgame, of this entire rant, since the next two sections are tied together. But god, L'Manberg makes me upset because it feels like they gave up on it.

Don't get me wrong, I understand that it is supposed to be c!Wilbur's "unfinished symphony", the thing that destroyed a once charismatic and widely loved man, his attempt at power that utterly ruined him. But the fact that it just got blown up in the end after everything and left to rot felt like such a waste of time. From the first war, to Pogtopia, to even c!Tommy's exile, it all felt fucking worthless in the end, and the story is actively closer to how it was when it started now more than ever. I wished it was actually allowed to exist and continue to be a peaceful place in what is a chaotic world, but no it was just snuffed out because why dedicate to this concept of finding others you can band together with and feel safe. fuck that noise apparently?

G. The Villains Now villain-wise, I'm only talking about c!Dream [during the first war], c!Schlatt, and c!Wilbur. And believe it or not, this is actually mostly positive.

Now I'm not gonna lie, c!Dream as a staring antagonist wasn't bad actually, he posed a genuine and threatening opposition to L'Manberg, even if we didn't know his real intentions or motivations as to why he was against it. He's lucky in this sense because he didn't have to be good, he had to be passable. If anything, he felt more like an anti-hero than a tyrant or traditional villain, and my god do I wish he kept this theme going forward.

Now quick disclaimer, I don't like JSchlatt as much as the next guy, he's an adult man who should know better than to joke about some sensitive topics and act the way that he does. But the one thing I'll ever give him is that damn, was he a good actor for his character.

Now here's the thing, c!Schlatt wasn't particularly deep at all. He had no real motivations behind his exile of c!Wilbur and c!Tommy other than getting competition out of the way, had no reason to act the way that he did and yknow? that's fine. The reason why he worked was from his performance alone, he was actually intimidating. When he came onto the stream and was doing his typical bad guy stuff, it was actually intense to see what he would do. Whenever he would almost catch c!Tommy back in Manberg, whenever he would begin to pressure c!Tubbo, it put you on the edge of your seat and it felt like everything would change at the drop of a pen. He's a villain to be a villain, and this works out because he's just charismatic and well put together enough to make it interesting, even without the backstory or motives.

c!Wilbur however, is much more tragic, and the best villain of the story. He essentially was the "mentor turned evil" trope and it felt terrible watching him descend into madness, unable to trust barely anyone except for c!Techno and c!Tommy. Hell, in the end I think he still cared about them both, despite losing everything. Sure, he blew up L'Manberg, but there was still a smidge of the old c!Wilbur in there made everything he did feel melancholic. His death at the hands of his father after achieving his final wish was chilling, and something I still think about.

Until yknow, Ghostbur came back way too soon to let people feel his loss as a character within that world. And then he got revived, pretty much-undoing everything that moment meant for his character lol.

And then there's the worst one:

H. Dream. I'm going to be completely honest, c!Dream is one of the main reasons why I dislike the current dsmp stuff so much. Outside of his actions as a person, the way Dream decided to write his character as this overpowered madman of the dsmp really just. destroyed any intrigue that he could've had. Perhaps this is from my growing dislike towards him, manifesting into a bias towards his character, but god I cannot fathom why people try to insist he's interesting when he has as much depth as a fucking puddle.

And here's the thing, I'm not even entirely against c!Dream being a villain, hell I think he would've been great as an anti-hero if anything. Make him sympathetic but not through c!George to get your precious "DNF" points or anything, but show him actually caring about the people within the dsmp, including c!Tommy and c!Tubbo. This would make his rival status with them just a bit more complicated, sure they're enemies, however, he doesn't want to hurt or kill them, and there's still a level of friendship there that keeps them bonded when things get super bad. This could've been super interesting to see, the first villain of the story receiving a sorta redemption arc then descending into madness as he started to fixate on being a god. This is all how I feel personally, but god do I feel like it would've been better than his current character, and hell would've worked with how he was during the Pogtopia arc, before the war that is. I'm not trying to tell Dream how to write his own character, but there are so many other ways he could've done the madman seeking to become god rather then. whatever the hell we got.

Because instead, we got this power-mad asshole who does things... because he can? And that's one of my major issues: he tries to surround his character in mystery to make him "intriguing" but it's kinda like c!Techno, it comes off as pretentious. Not only that, but you cannot keep waving around this mystery of a backstory without ever actually revealing it. I know the story isn't over, but c!Dream is effectively at his lowest point, now would be the time to reveal his backstory. But no just keep it in the dark and keep everyone guessing, that's totally fun and not at all tiring and annoying. (sarcasm, if anyone needs it)

And back to his performance, he doesn't sell this aloof, cynical and strategic warrior that has perfected the blade or some shit, he comes off as some angry guy yelling on reddit. which i don't need to tell you, isn't intimidating. It feels like he's trying to have c!Schlatt's intimidation combined with c!Wilbur's depth, but instead he's like a little brother who's trying to hard to mimic his older brother and is kinda embarrassing himself.

but other then that i dont feel too strongly abt the dsmp lol

but seriously, these are the main complaints I have abt the story tbh, I could probably talk about more but I wont because man. this is probably gonna get me in trouble if any of the hyper-dsmp fans actually read it.

#wow this is long #txt #anti dsmp #anti dream #dsmp crit #dsmp critical #yeah im tagging it i dont give a shit #dream crit #dream critical #the story is shit yo!

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darealsaltysam · 4 years ago

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what your paladins main says about you

a comprehensive essay by a paladins player of right around 4 years

this is like really long so i’ll make it under the cut so my followers don’t have to scroll through this if they don’t wanna

(for context i’m a current maeve main, i used to main skye and sha lin and played tyra a long while ago)

Androxus

it’s not a phase, mum

“i don’t care we don’t have healer, i’m really good at him i swear”

you ult every time it loads in and you die before the final shot

your favorite mode is siege because you can fly up and shoot the whole point on ult

you’re usually really stand-offish and don’t communicate much and/or a 13 year old boy with anger issues

Ash

you are level-headed but in a scary way

you will hold the point solo even if it costs you your streak

“get on the point” “guys get on the point” “attack the objective”

you’ll ult to save yourself 99% of the time

good leader

Atlas

you probably used to main lex or androxus before he came out

“he’s like a flank, but a tank, he’s great!”

you chase after solo kills instead of sticking to the point

healers hate you, flanks and damages fear you

your favorite mode is death match

Barik

you’re a former/current tf2 player looking for something fresh

you don’t like working too hard so you spam turrets on the point and hope for the best

“healer stick to me i’m boutta ult”

actually really nice between rounds

but you don’t communicate much mid-game and kind of do your thing

Bomb King

you’re a really old player. you have the beta makoa skin and you were there when lex was first released. veteran’s discount.

your favorite maps are the old ones and they barely show up any more

the team always underestimates you

“who plays bomb king in 2021 lol?”

you need a hug

Buck

“wait, he’s a flank? i thought he was a tank??”

you’re also a veteran in the game

you’re a dying breed. i like never see you. do you even exist?

you’ve been here since like the first day of the game

buck gets so many skins and you want all of them but the best you have is a random recolor

Cassie

sweetest person alive

“we can do it guys! let’s try to all rush the point this time!”

you are the bane of every flank

the opposing team hates you, your own team kind of doesn’t notice you’re there

*casually gets a pentakill*

Corvus

you know those weirdly political kids who like ww2 and know the details of every tank to ever exist? yeah that’s you

but like that’s corvus. as a character.

but no one ever plays him.

like i never even see him do you exist???

you are a cryptid.

Dredge

yo ho you’re a hoe

no seriously the other team views you and they FEAR you

“yeah i just got a penta kill” “YOU WHAT?” “eyes on the point mate don’t get distracted”

hella good at the game and hella casual about it

you like onslaught on the one sea map the most

Drogoz

another veteran, are we?

you’re either useless or can wipe out a whole team in seconds. there is no in-between.

you always have a really cool skin.

dovahkiin, dovahkiin...

“i don’t care about the point i gotta get them trips”

Evie

you bought her because you thought she was cute, admit it

*turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right be

your personality type is identical to her. no question about that.

always buys faster reload and better speed

strangely good communication with the team

Fernando

gay gay homosexual gay

“he’s kinda hot if you look at him the right way”

fernando is the tank for gay people

you are gay people

i don’t have much more to say

Furia

mum energy. not as much as inara mains, but still, mum energy.

will protect every member of the team with your life, even the flanks

you’ve been maining her since she was first added

i bet you didn’t even know she’s canonically seris’ sister

“we’ve literally failed to capture the point the last 3 times we might as well give up and go to another game”

Grohk

“yeah i have a gremlincore tumblr blog, how could you tell?”

i honestly have no words

you’re kind of like a catboy but a racoon

do you even heal the team or do you just pretend

you were there when lex got announced and thought he was cringe, now everyone finally agrees with you

Grover

he was your first purchased character and he’s stuck around ever since

he’s the only healer you can play well

“i am groot lmao”

you would never say a word to your team

would give your life for the tank but that’s about it

Imani

daenerys targaryen on drugs

your favorite anime is my hero academia

your husbando is todoroki

you see where i am going with this

“team protect me i’m gonna ult” *dies 5 seconds into ult*

Inara

BIG MUM ENERGY

your team is your family. you will protect them with your life.

can only hold your own with a good healer so you have good teamwork going for you

*cutely places wall in front of your ult*

useless in tdm so you stick to onslaught, siege and koth

are you a furry, furry, or a furry?

“victow! dont ult on my tweam pwease! uwu!”

you 100% find her attractive in some way shape or form

you are either a 30 year old redditor who enjoys loli content or a 16 year old teen who is playing a shooter for the first time

she’s kind of cute, i guess

Jenos

i can never tell if i’m going to absolutely destroy you or if you’re gonna kick my ass

*cutely holds you up so the whole team can shoot you to death*

kamehameha

you’re a healer??? i guess???

your character has such deep lore and i bet you don’t even know half of it

Khan

one day you were playing and your team desperately needed a tank. you picked the first one you saw. suddenly, you’re lian’s foot stool

despite 2 layers of heavy armor, you’d still let this man walk all over you

“this skin is really cool, wish it wasn’t behind a pay wall...”

YEET

you actually know the game’s lore, for some reason

Kinessa

i never trust people who are good at a sniper. if you’re bad that’s natural and you’re 99% of the population. if you’re good you are definitely up to something

you’d sell your sister for 5 pennies if you could

you’re missing from the team all game and somehow have the most kills

“we have a kinessa???”

you are an urban legend to your team

Koga

someone’s been watching naruto

you are so shit at the game. like i’m sorry. no one’s good at koga i’m so sorry

how do you have so many skins for one character???

you’re always missing from the point

healers hate you. so does the enemy kinessa.

Lex

quit the game /nm

“who mains lex in 2021??? lmao???”

wall hacks, aimbot, and it’s all legal for you as an ability. you are a hacker in a world of puny vanillas. you like it easy so you go for the easy min max character. have fun getting hated

you think he’s hot and press on his loading abilities just so he can scold you and you can hear him being mad at you

*bonk* go to horny jail

Lian

"she could step on me”

you used to main some sort of healer but switched over when you got sick of everyone being needy

you can hold a point all on your own for a really really long time but the moment your team gets there you start flunking

you wish you had more skins for her

you don’t

Maeve

so imagine this. it was like 2018 and you were just chilling playing the game. you kept getting killed by maeve. in every game. she was in every game you went to and she kept killing you over and over and over again. you got frustrated, snapped, and bought her to see if you could do the same to others. you are now the maeve in every game. the cycle repeats.

your whole team doubts you but then you casually get a quad kill and they just sort of look away

you die a total of two times each round and 99% of the time it’s because you go too fast and fall off the map

you repeat everything she says in her accent because you think it’s cute

“welcome to ze meant streets, kitten!” “can you shut the fuck up” “i hate to cut and run, he-he!”

Makoa

you have the plushie skin or the beta skin, otherwise you don’t main and only play casually stop lying to yourself

“attack turtle go brrr”

you’re really good if you get paired with a good healer

otherwise you’re useless

you wish you could get better teammates because you could really thrive with an organized group. but on paladins you won’t get that, i’m sorry-

Mal’Damba

i always forget this guy is even in the game

you’re definitely under 6 foot IRL

you have an older sibling you always fight with

you’d love to have a snake irl

you’re really chill outside of the game, but when playing you hella rage

Moji

you are so precious

but also such a little shit

you annoy me but i also want to give you a hug

“let’s go guys!! to the point!! wheee!!”

please never change but also get out of my sight

Octavia

you always main the new character until the new person drops

somehow always have enough credits to buy the new champion whenever they come out

you don’t like having a stable main cuz you get bored

you like hanging out at the training rage

hate siege and love team death match, you like your games quick

Pip

you are the worst and best thing to ever happen to this game

you only pick him to heal yourself and hardly ever heal your team

no one notices you there until you ult

then you get focused

honestly you just seem like you wanna do your thing and i can respect that

Raum

you probably go to therapy or desperately need it

“BIG MAN BIG. HE IS BIG. BRRRR”

you always love the demons in media

you like being in charge of the team and wreck the point any time you are there, you like fighting on your own but having a healer nearby is nice too

you probably have daddy issues

Ruckus

you think ruckus’ and bolt’s dynamic is cool and that’s one of the main reasons you started playing him

he’s the only tank you can play

you used to main either inara or ying at some point but chose violence instead

really short irl. you physically relate to ruckus and spiritually to bolt.

“funny goblin man :)”

Seris

certified girlboss

you can hold an objective all on your own or heal your whole team no problem. either way you are SLAYING

“alright. who’s ass am i kicking today?”

mum energy is inferior to inara but still kind of there

i’m like 50% sure you have a foot fetish

Sha Lin

*pointing and chanting* incel, incel, ince-

whether that’s about you or the character you can decide

you like minecraft bedwars on the side

“if i don’t get this headshot i am literally going to spontaneously combust”

really useful when there’s no other long distance people - otherwise a nuisance

Skye

AWOOGA *jaw drops to ground, eyes roll out of head* BOOBA BOOBA BOOBA

you bought her for the tiddies, didn’t you?

she’s actually really satisfying to play once you get the hang of her, but can be real tough on rough days

you need a break i think - maybe play some other game for a bit?

*casually gets team kill with ult*

Strix

you own at least one pretty knife

you played him when he was unlocked on rotation, fell in love, and spent a whole evening collecting credits to buy him fully

“haha bird man”

i’ve said what i said about snipers. if you’re actually good at him you are hiding a body somewhere. i fear you.

why does everyone ship him with viktor????

Talus

little furry child

he reminds me of tommyinnit because he is small and annoying

if you play him you are tall and intimidating

i’m friends with a tall scary talus main

i can’t say bad things please spare me

Terminus

you always ult at the worst time and just get killed again 5 seconds after

“hey losers watch this” *goes on the point, dies, revives, kills one person and dies again*

you’re only a good tank if you cooperate

you don’t

on your own you’re a pretty good player

Tiberius

*sigh*

you think the cat is hot, don’t you?

“his accent is kinda cute tho hehe”

you saw that one ending scene in zootopia with the dancing tigers and it CHANGED you

you are probably a furry. if not your awakening is coming. be ready.

Torvald

you’ve been playing this game for too long

you’ve seen skins rise and fall. you’ve seen nerfs and buffs. you’ve seen reworks and remakes. you are ancient. older than the dragons and wiser than makoa. respect.

people see you on the opposing team and get really annoyed

“the point is really crowded, we can’t move in” “don’t worry guys, my ult is charged up”

you’re really good at all the characters but you like this guy a lot because you think he’s funky fresh

Tyra

you’re either new to the game or have been playing for too long

either way you can KICK ASS but you need to keep behind your team to do the most damage

flanks are the bane of you, especially the fast jumpy ones

you really want one of the cooler skins but you can only ever get the basic ones. such is the curse of maining one of the OG characters.

“bite me”

Viktor

you are level 100+ guaranteed, and everyone fears you

“oh shit they got a victor. flank focus him”

you probably play COD and CS:GO normally and wanted to go with something familiar and easy. your skill from the other more advanced games DWARFS everyone else

but why are you playing “guy with gun 132″ in a game with magical elves and fairies. like come on bro.

you don’t have any in-game friends because paladins is your guilty pleasure game you would never admit to

Vivian

“step on me” syndrome cranked up to 100%

this woman could spit on you and you’d still respect her more than your own mother. good for you

“i’m not a simp. i’m just tier 3 subbed to pokimane ironically”

you sweat the game hardcore. former victor main or he’s your secondary.

you’ve got her on level 50+ at least

Vora

like the maeve mains but somehow worse

bought her out of spite or played her while she was on rotation, now here you are grinding credits for her a day after she became unavailable

honestly you’re really good at the game i have nothing else to say

you enjoy the newer characters more than the OGs - you’re either a former vivian or lian main

you miss the play of the game feature in the game because you’d get all of them with this girl

Willo

you seem like the moji mains at first but show your true colors soon after

“fuck you” x50

you are a trash talker on max overdrive. you need to sit down, do some breathing exercises and have a drink.

you hate your own team more than the opposing guys

when you see a willow on the opposing team you make it your sole goal to eliminate her as many times as humanely possible

Yagorath

i bet you didn’t know she was canonically female until you read this

you don’t like sweating too much so you pick the tank that leaves you heavily relying on your healers and damages

you can hold a point really well so you like siege and onslaught

“are vora and yagorath connected in the lore somehow and do i really care?”

you have a friend who you always party up with to be your healer, otherwise you might switch to another character

Ying

“tanks love me, flanks hate me”

you are too powerful. literally. how are you so strong

you’ve mastered the most difficult healer in the game. the others are really easy for you to play but you have trouble with seris

motivate your team a lot but start shading and trash talking if they don’t cooperate

you’ll gladly play someone else for a long while and like taking breaks from her

Zhin

this is your first main after switching over from overwatch. we can smell it on you.

you’re really annoyed with his personality and voice lines but the character is too good to play for you to pass him up for that. you respond to his voice lines aloud very aggressively to let him know he’s an ass

“YES ZHIN HEALERS AREN’T USELESS YOU SELFISH PRICK”

you try your best but you’re not a great team player

infinite trips on a good day, die repeatedly without kills on a bad one and you switch over to vora or skye for a bit.

this took me hours to write out pls leave reblog and note thanks uwu

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ninjas-and-coffee · 4 years ago

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WU SUCKS but not the reason you think

I'd like to preface by saying Wu has made a lot of mistakes and should be held accountable. But like the main arguments against Wu be like.

1: Morro

2: Traumatizing kids

3: Keeping secrets

4: Mot treating his nephew like is damn nephew.

5: Flirting with his brothers wife.

And the thing about that needs talked about. 1:Morro. First off getting kids hopes is not cool. It can be detrimental to development depending on the age of the child. BUT. Not a single soul told Morro to train tirelessly for 60+ years after his death to take revenge and be the green ninja. Absolutly no one. Wu had compassion for his failings and wanted to show Morro he could still he great without being the green ninja. But the little brat ran tf off and got trapped and died. And he got cursed, how- we dont know. But its implied that it's either intentional entrapment or you have to be a terrible person, guess which category he probably falls into. Mind you Wu also told our OGs that they could also be the green ninja and none of them went off the rails to settle some invisible score. Morro made his choices and he made shit ones. Wu was an influence but not the problem. Morro is unstable, dramatic, and holds grudges Wu didnt cause that.

2: the traumatic experiences the nina go through are also not exactly his fault. He didnt just pick them off the streets. THERE WAS A PROPHECY. Ok? Yall with me. Fate isnt uncontrolled by anyone the ninja needed to be trained to help Lloyd fight the Overlord. That wasnt his decision. And yall act like the ninja couldn't leave whenever they wanted to. He didnt gaslight them or belittle them in anyway that wasnt for teaching. Please bring me receipts if you think otherwise. I do admit he could help a little more, be more clear, but when has a old magic teacher character ever been straightforward. With that logic fuck Dumbledore, and Gandalf, and any wise old teacher that goes to find chosen one who once again are chosen by fate not the master himself. Yall literally cant blame Wu for Child's Play and you cant blame Wu for their experience with Nadakhan either. The enemies that go out of there way to attack the ninja are not a direct cause if Wu himself. Usually. It be like blaming Garmadon for Chen. Yes they had history but it's still not his fault

3: Secrets. I will admit there is next to no reason for keeping secrets from the ninja. Considering history always has kind of score to settle. But considering his age and the apparent imprisonment or death of his past enemies there no way to predict every problem that comes back to screw him over. The Time Twins for example. Yes they came back for Wu. But he did remove their powers and separated them over 20+ years ago. They were not exactly threats to his new students now were they? Again with Aspheera, who was literally locked in a tomb why take the time to educate the ninja on a problem he had no idea was going to come back for him. Same with Morro to a more confusing degree. MORRO DIED. How was he to prepare the ninja for that? Yes please tell me how they were supposed to prepare for a dead guy. I'll wait.........k. he should be more forthcoming with the ninja, about things he knows could harm them, like the Serpentine after Lloyds released them, Chen, the Overlord, the effects of Travelers Tea, Tomorrow's Tea, Oni, Etc. But most of the time the ninja go and do it first then wonder why Wu didn't warn them.

4: His nephew. Wow his parenting sucks. Morro is not his damn child let's start there. Comparing their relationship is unfair. Wu cared for Morro the way he cares for Kai and Nya. He never accentuates a paternal relationship with then. Cause they are students, students he has to train with he intent to send them out onto dangerous battle fields and mind games. He was alone so yes it looks different but it's also a leap to just assume that Wu viewed Morro as his own despite treating him the exact same way as his 6 other students. Now back to Lloyd. Why didnt he get his nephew from Darkleys where it was known he ran away from multiple times? I DONT KNOW. No one does. That is a bad move I can only theorize about. Maybe Misako said something about staying away, maybe he wasnt kept in the loop about his nephews whereabouts due to idk KICKING HIS FATHER INTO HELL. C'mon yall. Now in the later seasons my best guess is that he doesnt know how to differentiate his nephew from the chosen one side and the goofy child side. Hes never had a child and his early relations with Lloyd were scarce and when Lloyd came to live with him. It's not due to some familial obligation, destiny literally called for it. Putting some definite strain on their relationship. I'm not excusing it he should try better, but he'd have to build a relationship from nothing and most people know their immediate family upon birth or during childhood which is not the case here. Wu treats his nephew more like a vessel of power than a person which isnt cool but knowing that the kid might not come back after every fight is a good damper on happy relationships is it not?

5: Misako. Good lord I don't have to explain this one. No excuse. It shouldn't be happening. BUT. After Garmadons death she was a free woman as gross as it is. It's more a flaw on her than it is him she chose to have a baby with one brother and still try to get with the other. And I know it takes two to tango but dont get mad at the idiot that the cheater is cheating with. Be mad at the cheater. The thing people really dont get about love triangles. The "other guy" brings on the questions/options but the person who cant choose or screws with both parties is the one in the wrong. Lloyd seems ok with it. Because Tommy said so. I dont particular give two shits about his take on the show half the time. If Lloyd were actively against it the Wu would probably stop. If the Fsm family acted like a normal ass family we probably wouldnt be here. But their priorities are a little screwy compared to typical nuclear families. Not an excuse just some perspective

NOW, why he is a bad character despite all of those arguments. he chooses to train soldiers rather than care for impressionable teens. Yes the situation called for it but the pressure could he alleviated if he decided to actually help before the world was on fire. He chooses to teach by experience than be upfront. Which works sometimes but not when actual lives are at stake. His trial by fire teaching works but the possiblity it could go wrong is to big to be brushed aside. His seemingly unreachable vault of empathy is hard to swallow. He rarely actually feels things for other people, his lack of enthusiasm when they pull through something hurts to watch. His lack of empathy about raising his nephew to attempt to kill his father is frightening. The pride he demonstrates by choosing not to disclose his past until it's too late is dangerous. He doesnt directly put down the ninja unless he has to and its more implied than anything and is on his students and this fandom for taking it so harshly. He trusts them a lot because he doesnt see them as kids anymore. They are warriors and it was necesary. He should have more compassion. He should be more straight forward, he should try to act like a person and not some ethereal being of elsewhere that doesn't have time to appease feelings or care about people until after hes wronged them. His values are off kilter sometimes which is whatever until it starts to hurt people

But yall need to stop blaming him for other people actions. Morro was a mess to begin with. His problems are in the past because he took care of them already. Misako came onto him. (He should have resisted but he didnt start shit she did). He needs to try to be an uncle alongside being a teacher. He needs to act like a fucking person more than the infinite cache of wisdom and unforeseen unused power that he acts like. And also it's a kids show. How many children think the way yall do?, we're teens/YAs we're reading into things. A LOT which makes everything more complicated. Comments rebuttals open. There's a collection of little mistakes hes made along the way that dont fit into these categories but these are the main reasons I know people hate him and the little things add fuel to the fire. I will legit talk about anything Except for the morro thing I am so tired of seeing it Morro made his choices hes a fucking Villain Wu didnt make him that way being a bitter asshole did that. Thanks for reading!! :3

#ninjago #coffee speaks #lloyd garmadon #fuckin misako #Wu ninjago #discourse #ranting #tw: negative #replies will be on my second account of there are any #trust me i hate him too #morro #tw: aldultery #not art

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fluffymcu · 4 years ago

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Letting Loose

Part SIXTEEN

This series is TICKLE related.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3,525

Previous Next

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2 weeks have passed, and the confession was mutually forgotten. Things had gotten back to normal. This morning you had woken up with a strong urge to prank. It happened sometimes. You began to think of who would be your next victim when you recalled an incident that occurred yesterday when you were playing kickball with the team in the backyard. You grinned evilly and jumped out of bed, brushed your teeth and went downstairs to eat breakfast with the team.

It was about 11:45 when you decided to go ahead with your plan. You wanted Peter to join you but when you went in his room to check on him, the sleepy head was fast asleep. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and proceeded to head into the changing room, where everyone’s suits were.

It was hard to miss the big red and blue shield that was laying against the wall next to your brother’s suit. You grinned as you grabbed the shield and made your way to your room. You had a plan to paint it a nice green and white, with a sunflower replacing the star.

It was when you were carrying it through the kitchen that Steve walked in. You both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other for a few long seconds. Your eyes were slightly widened and his were deeply narrowed.

“Y/n,,, what are you doing with my shield?” Steve slowly asked, confusion masking his features. You slowly put the shield behind your back as if it wasn’t too late already.

“...Nothing!” You chirped, feeling nervous already; but then you remembered the reason why you’re doing this. “Just thought I’d give this a little makeover since you kept purposely hitting me with the ball yesterday.” You said, smiling extra wide. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head down with his jaw slightly dropped.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play.” He chortled.

“You started it!” You giggled accusingly, holding the shield tighter in your hands. Steve straightened up with a hum, looking straight at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Well. Then I guess I have to finish it too, don’t I.” He quipped, smirking when you quickly got the message and booked it to your room and immediately went after you.

You were letting out nervous laughter as you ran as fast as you could. You could hear his heavy footsteps thundering behind you and it made all the nervousness pile in your stomach. You could already feel the ghost tickles on your sides and it didn’t help at all. You took the long way to your room, hoping all the turns in the hallways would throw him off but unfortunately he was still gaining on you.

“Steve plehehehease!” You pleaded, getting closer to your room. You could hear him chuckling behind you and you tried to run even faster. You were sure you weren’t going as fast as you normally can, but the heavy shield was slowing you down just a bit. When you got to your room, you dropped the shield quickly so you could turn to close and lock the door but Steve quickly barged in and scooped you up. “NOhohoho pleheheHEHEASEE! HAHAHAHA!” You burst into laughter as Steve wasted no time in digging deeply into your sides. He smirked at your attempts to get out of his hold by flopping around like a fish.

“Enjoying your date with the Tickle Monster Y/n?” He teased, sitting on your mattress and lifting your shirt to blow a very ticklish raspberry. You hung your head back as you cackled, helplessly pushing at his head.

“NOHOHO! LET ME GOHOHOOO!” You squeal, shaking your head. Steve gasped loudly and grabbed you under your arms and slammed you onto the mattress, pinning you with his weight.

“You’re not?!?!” He asked incredulously. You were giggling uncontrollably, very aware that his hands were still under your arms. You kept your arms firmly pressed to your sides, your laughter going up an octave at the fact that he wasn’t even doing anything. It made you extremely nervous.

“STEHEHEVE STOHOHOP IT!” You screamed in hysterics. Steve laughed along with you and shook his head.

“I’m not even doing anything yet!!” He laughed, suddenly blowing a raspberry on your neck to catch you by surprise. You shrieked and shrugged your shoulder up.

“LIAHAHAHAR!”

Steve giggled and began to move his fingers that were trapped under your arms. You threw your head back as you laughed, not being able to kick your feet out because of his weight on you. “I can’t believe you’re not enjoying your time with Tickle Monster! I must be doing something wrong.” He hummed, pulling his hands out and getting off you briefly to grab your legs. You squealed as you tried to kick your legs out of his grip but it was no use. “Maybe this’ll change your mind.” He smirked before gripping your ankle and using his other hand to squeeze your thighs.

You began to let out deep belly laughter as you twisted all around your bed, begging for him to stop. “STEHEHEHEVE PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT!” You yelled, shrieking when he dug his thumbs into your hips.

“But this is so much fun! And I still need to get your belly and your feet!” He giggled, skittering his fingers under your shirt to attack your belly. You instantly brought your knees to your chest out of reflex and squealed. Steve always knew exactly how to tickle your belly. It was always gentle but he would find a way to make it tickle like hell. Your laughter was going hoarse and you began wheezing more often, so Steve decided to give you a minute to breathe. You sucked in as much air as you could, and when you mostly recovered, you tried to wiggle out from under him. “Ah ah ah.” He scolded, bending down to nibble at your neck to stop you.

You squealed loudly and shrugged your shoulders. “OKAhahahy okay okahahay!” You giggled, panting as he leaned back again. “Plehehase no more, I can’t tahahake it!”

“What’s the magic word?” he smirked.

“Plehease!” You said.

“Nope!” Steve yelped, nibbling at your neck again and blowing a raspberry.

“AHAHA! NOHOHOOO DONT DO THIHIS!” You pleaded.

“What’s the magic word then, y/n?” He asked again. Why did he have to be in such a playful mood today? You hummed, desperately seeking for a word that could possibly be it. Steve began to lightly drag his fingers up and down your sides to make this more unbearable to you. You arched your back and tried your best to stifle your giggles. “I’ll give you a clue. It’s sssssss...”

“SORRYHYHY!” You yelled. Steve laughed and got off you.

“And are you gonna steal my shield again?” He asked, raising his brow at you. You shook your head letting out residual giggles.

“Nohohoho. I prohomise.” Steve smiled fondly and kissed your forehead before picking up his shield.

“Apology accepted then.” He said with a smile and left your room. You sighed in relief and laid on your bed for a couple more minutes to regain your strength.

“So not fair.” You sighed exhaustedly.

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About half an hour later, you were in Peter’s room helping him clean up. His room was a mess and Tony said he wasn’t allowed to go patrolling until it was clean. You had offered to help him clean up and he had gladly accepted.

In 20 minutes, you both had finished up and his room was looking even neater than yours. You both high fived and helped him get ready. “Thanks again, y/n/n. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

‘Yeah no problem. You got enough web fluid?”

“Yep!”

“Okay. See you later, and be careful ok?” You said, watching as he lifted his window up and crawled out.

“I will. Bye!” He smiled before jumping off the building and swinging away. You sighed and made your way to the kitchen to get a snack before going up to your room and reading a few pages of the new book that Bucky had gotten you on a mission.

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As you were reading your book, you suddenly feel the walls tremble a little, and the possessions in your room start to shake. You look up in confusion, since that only happens when the Quinjet lands, and even then it doesn’t usually tremble so much like this. No one was on a mission either, so you were confused as to what that could be.

You stand up and go to your window, pulling the curtains away and look outside. Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly. “No WAY!” You yell, sprinting out the door and down the stairs.

As you race past the kitchen, Steve is sitting at the island. “Hey y/n/n, look who’s-”

“I know!!” You squeal and run outside to the landing site, squinting your eyes at the strong wind that the ship is blowing as it lands to the ground. The Milano! The door to the ship drops down and reveals the best team in the galaxy (don’t tell the avengers) “PETEEEER!” You yell as you run towards the ship to meet Star Lord. “Kid! Long time no see!” You greet everyone, especially Gamora and Drax. You haven’t seen them in years!! Ever since you were 7 years old. You notice someone else is in the ship after you say hi to Rocket, and you ask who she is.

“Hello, I am Mantis!” She says, giving you a weird smile. You smile back and giggle. “Hi Mantis. I’m y/n. Your antennae are so cool!!” You say, watching as her face lights up. At this moment, Peter swings in and lands not too far from the ship.

“Hey guys, I’m back. What’s going on here?” He asks. “Wooooah. Are you guys the Guardians of the Galaxy?” He asked, amazed. The team then subtly tries to pose in a heroic stance as a team, looking off into nothing.

“Why yes. We are.” Quill says, taking a step closer to Peter, offering his hand. “The name’s Peter. Peter Quill. People call me Star Lord.” Peter shakes his hand with a grin.

“That is so cool. I’m Peter too! But my last name is Parker.” He says awkwardly. You giggle at the exchange and watch as the rest of the guardians introduce themselves to Peter.

“Are you guys staying the night?” You ask hopefully. Peter smiles and nods.

“Yup! We’ll stay a night. We need to be on our way by tomorrow morning.” You’re a bit disappointed that it’s such little time, but you’re happy that they’ll be at least staying a bit.

While the guardians go inside to greet the team, you, Peter, and Ruby Anne stay behind with Mantis and have fun asking her questions and stuff. You take her close to the trees where Wanda grows a nice garden with lots of flowers and you all sit down at a bench to talk. Mantis goes on to talk about her home planet and how she helped the guardians defeat Ego. It was all so interesting and Peter was geeking out about how there are so many other life forms in the universe.

“Wow. I wish we could travel to all the planets.” Peter hummed. “Ooh. It’d be so cool if like, there were other universes but they were like, the same. you know? Like in each universe there was you, and Tony, and everyone. And there would be like, a bunch of Spidermen, one in each universe you know? And there would be some way to like, cross universes and meet up with all the Spider people. And we would all look like different people and get our powers in different ways but still have the same powers. That would be so cool.” He said, leaning back on the bench.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows. “That would be cool.” You sighed.

“Yeah, too bad that’s a far fetch. I doubt there would be more than one person who happened to get but by a radioactive spider.” Ruby sighed. You and Peter hummed in agreement and bobbed your heads.

Bucky called for all of you to come in after that. “Guys! Dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

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You all ate at the table, catching up with the guardians and filling each other in on things and having a lot of laughs. After dinner, you helped Pepper clean up and do the dishes. Rocket had reached the computer room and somehow managed to play Peter’s soundtrack all over the compound. You didn’t mind though, it gave you something to hum along to as you cleaned up.

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As you were fixing up your room a bit for the sleepover you, Pete and Ruby Anne were going to have, Peter poked his head through the door and smiled. You returned the gesture and motioned for him to come in.

Peter walked in slowly, taking a look around your bedroom. “It’s changed much since I’ve last been here. You’re so big now!” He said smiling fondly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

You smiled widely and hopped on your bed, leaning your back against the headboard. “Yyyup!” You say smugly. “I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Peter mirrors your smirk and tilts his head. “Are you sure? You seem the same: small, sweet and cuddly.” He teased, pinching your cheek. You groan with a deep blush, crossing your arms.

“Well, I’m not! Like I said, I’ve changed a lot these past few years, I’m not the same person I was.” You say tilting your chin up.

Peter looks away with a small grin, shrugging his shoulders. “Awww well that’s a shame. I remember when you were so innocent and kind, and when I’d used to play hide and seek with you, and give you piggy back rides, and I’d used to give you raspberries on your belly,” He chuckled at the memory. “You used to love those.”

You shrugged as if none of it mattered, but of course it did. “Well, I’ve moved on from that.”

“Really? You sure? You’re... not even ticklish anymore?” He asked, with a tone of voice that even after all these years, you still recognized as dangerous. Still, you couldn’t just give up now, you could still win this. Right?

“Nope. I grew out of that.” You say, a confident smile gracing your features.

“Is that so?” He asked slowly, staring at you intensely through slightly narrowed eyes. Then he quickly looked away, nodding his head as if he was processing your words before quickly turning back to you. “Well,,,, a little bird just happened to tell me something of the opposite.” He hummed, raising his eyebrows at your “crap’’ face before attacking your belly. You shriek and fall into hysterics, sliding down the headboard and trying your best to curl up into a ball. “Oh, you were so right. You definitely outgrew this.” He smirked, scratching his fingers right above your belly button.

You were already lost in laughter, letting out all kinds of squeals and giggles, halfheartedly slapping at his hands. “PLeheheHEHEASE!” Peter laughed along with you and slipped his hands under your shirt, expertly drilling his fingers in between the ribs, making you yelp and arch your back, your laughter booming out of your chest. “NOHOHO NOHOT MY RIHIHIBS!” You squeal, throwing your head back in ticklish agony.

Peter chuckled and kept it up. “Why not the ribs? Huh?” He asked and lifted your shirt to nibble your lower ribs while holding your wrists to the sides of your head. You startled cackling, kicking your legs out desperately. You couldn’t even yell out protests since all that came out of your mouth was laughter.

Peter sat up and started attacking your neck, scratching under your chin, making you let out loud squeaks. Whenever you’d try to grab his hands, they’d quickly go to poke your belly, surprising you every time, then going back to your neck. “Ihihihi CAHAHahahant!” You giggled, feeling your muscles turn to mush. Peter found it adorable.

“Awww, I’ve missed your laugh! It’s so cute!” He said, blowing raspberry after raspberry on your belly like he used to do. This made your laughter hysterical again, making you desperately push at his head.

“STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!” You squealed, sucking in as much air when he sat back for a moment.

“But you used to love these! When you were a baby you’d always laugh and say ‘Again! Again!’ You’d never get enough!” He smiled, chuckling when you blushed deeply again.

“NOHOHOT ANYMOHOHORE!” You cried. You do. You actually do. Peter smirked and blew one last raspberry, relishing in the sound of your adorable laughter before sitting up and leaning to the side.

“Aww, ok ok fine.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. You were still giggling, making yourself limp in his arms. Peter chuckled and rested his head on yours for a bit. You finally caught your breath and closed your eyes with a relaxed smile on your face. You both stayed there for a few more moments before you spoke up.

“I’ve really missed you.” You say, hugging him tightly. Peter looks down at you and smiles. “Thank you for coming over and staying the night.”

“Of course,” He starts. “I missed you too Squirt.” He shifts a bit to lay against the headboard, taking you with him. “I know we haven’t been coming to visit regularly, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve missed a lot of years of your life.”

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not. I’m sorry. We’ve just been so busy, trying to escape bounty hunters, Nova Corps, old enemies, even.... even family. My dad. Then so much other stuff came on and... time flew by.” He shrugged sadly. “That’s not an excuse but, I just don’t want you to think we didn’t come back because we didn’t wanna see you. We love you so much.”

You looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. “I didn’t think that. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

Peter smiled gratefully and stroked his fingers through your hair before there was a knock on your door. Gamora showed herself in and smiled at the 2 of you. “Hey. Mind if I borrow Peter for a bit?” You shook your head and got off his lap, letting him stand up. You grabbed his arm to tell him something discreetly.

“I’m glad you two are finally a thing.” You whisper, wearing a small smirk. Peter returns it and nods.

“Me too. An unspoken thing but,, we’ll get there.” He said, waving off the last part before joining Gamora. You smiled slightly and sighed before going down to the kitchen for a bit to hang out with everyone.

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“Are. You. Ready.” You started, standing next to Peter whole narrowing your eyes at Ruby Anne who was standing a few feet from you. “For the insanely dramatic, extremely extraordinary, inevitable fun you’re about to have on your FIRST sleepover?!?” You asked her with excitement. Ruby smirked and nodded slightly.

“A bit underwhelming but, Great!” Peter shrugged, pulling out a thumbs up and turning around to pull out a stack of UNO cards.

After some games, the three of you found yourselves bundled up in blankets watching a movie together before falling asleep until the next morning.

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After breakfast, you all had to say goodbye to the guardians, as they were about to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes, and you walked up to the team with a sad frown. Peter patted your head before pulling you into a hug after you said bye to Gamora,Rocket and Drax. You hugged him tightly and closed your eyes.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You sighed. Peter smiled lightly at you and rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry y/n/n. Now that everything is settled down a bit, We’ll come to visit a lot more often. I promise.” He said. You smiled at this, flashing your teeth and nodded.

“Ok! I can’t wait.”

Mantis called you from afar, making you step over to her. She pulled out a sort of large smooth rock with googly eyes glued on and a sprout taped onto the top. You giggled at the sight and looked up at her.

“I deeply appreciate the time you spent with me out in the garden. So I went to one of the offices and gathered some supplies to apply these little eyes to this nice rock I found outside. So I made this new little friend for you. As a parting gift!” She said, smiling widely at you.

You felt a warm feeling inside as you gladly accepted the rock. “Wow... thank you Mantis! It’s so cute! I shall name him.... Stick.” You nodded, watching as her face lit up even more.

“That is a wonderful name y/n! I hope to see you again soon.” She said before joining the guardians on the ship.

“Bye!” You waved.

You watched the Milano leave into the sky with a smile on your face, already excited for their next visit.

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sneezy-cheeseloaf · 3 years ago

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recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 16: Reunions in Turmoil

Puck then closed the door behind Arn, "And just what the hell do ya think you're doing there laddie?"

He wheels around ready to attack this new threat. But after a few seconds he gets a look of realization, before painfully returning to his normal form.

"I....I know you....", Arn says whilst getting a brief flashback of a satyr in his Mother's brothel.

"You seem familiar......", Puck begins before his eyes suddenly widen, "Wait......Pup...is that you?"

Arn immediately slaps his face, "You know I hate being called that."

"Boy, do you have any IDEA how disrespectful that is?" Puck inquires a bit offended before delivering a light back hand.

Arn snarls back, "I'm not a boy anymore...." he says with a clenched fist. He let's it loosen before he finally delivers a punch to his gut. "That's for propositioning my mother when you KNEW she was the Madame."

Puck just shakes his head, "Boy, you really need to start learning yer manners. And also, I'd rather a lady enjoyed her time, not just get paid for it.", then as he's starting to gain armor from seemingly nowhere, "Do you really want to fight? I dont, but I'm not against one. And I know this would break yer Mother's heart, us fighting. The LAST thing I want to do, is hurt Esmie. I'm guesing it's the same way for you."

Arn's face twitches as he on instinct goes for his weapon. Puck notices his grip loosen a little but he doesn't let go of his weapon. "Have you seen her? Did she stop searching? Does she still care?", He asks.

"Does she still care for ya? Yes. Does she still search? Believe me, she does when she's able to. She misses ya, like hell. I made a promise to keep an eye for ya, I'm glad I did." Puck explains calmly.

"For 65 years....I was forced to be a weapon...A MONSTER...for people's ENTERTAINMENT! For 65 YEARS!...What kept you!?", He begs Puck while on the verge of tears. Which is followed by the sound of the axe hitting the stone floor. He even looks at the blood on his hand and realizes just how much is on his hands.

Puck grabs him by his shoulder, and pulls him in for a hug, "I always hated gladiatorial rings, found them to be too barbaric. That one would be on me, I'm so sorry I never showed up. If I had shown up, ya wouldn't have been in there anymore. And ya might've seen this form a lot sooner."

Arn silently sobs for a bit but manages to return the hug.

Strife meanwhile had caught on to the couple of dead guards and the bloodtrail. He follows it with War, who then quickly kicks in the door before Strife fires two rounds. Puck however is in front of door. One bounces off his armor and goes into the wall, the other pierces his shoulder.

"Gah! Seriously Strife?!"

"Wait Puck? What are you doing in here?" Strife asks confused.

"I had a intuition that I should be watching Arthur tonight, guess it was right."

"Ok, but explain all of this.", Strife begins whilst pointing at the dead guys and the blood, "And is that....a certain someone we've been hearing about? You know like from Esmie?"

"It's the Pup. Kid needs a moment in order to get handle on what just happened." Puck tells him simply.

"You're going to have to explain the armor as well." War brings up.

"In time I will. For now, I need to pull a bullet out of my shoulder."

"Oh sorry about that man, over here." Strife states apologetically as he takes Puck off to get it out.

Puck then tells War, "And uh War, make sure this one doesn't run off."

"Understood." War replies simply whilst looking at Arn, and the kid's bloodied arm, "May I ask who's blood that is?"

Arn looks down at it and having seemed to get a hold of himself he replies, "Ripped out a guards throat. You probably found the body by now."

"Right. I'll leave you to process." War states before taking the baby, not trusting this possibly destructive teenager. All he can read right now, is that the kid is reevaluating his life and may reach some awful conclusions.

Arn looks at the blood on his hand and in the back of his mind he sees himself thrust into the arena once more, he was so young and yet he killed. That's how it was, for so long blood had always stained his hands and his mouth.

The animals he could handle but the people...they never got easier to kill. It was simpler to let the beast out and take over...but he still had nightmares, even when he could sleep just the sounds of metal colliding sent him back to the arena. Those final looks of fear before death always made his stomach turn. Those guards gave him the same look. Sure they might've killed him or maybe just put him in another cage. Maybe....that's where he truly belonged.

"What the fuck have I become?" Arn asks himself but not even he knew.

Just then, he heard a light knocking, "Sounds like you're ripe for a talk then?"

Arn quickly turned around to see a woman that he could swear was the moon itself given life. Her voice was like an angel, and her tone was gentle, almost 'Motherly'. Why was she being gentle to him, why speak so kindly? Finally he inquired of her a bit nervously, "What do you want?"

"I only wish to speak young one. I noticed the 'stir' you've caused. I asked War what happened, and he said to come see you here. You left quite a bit of death and blood in your wake for someone so young. Perhaps you would tell me why?" Morgen asked, her tone oozing with serenity to rival the moon itself.

"I was.....they would've killed me....or locked me up if I hadn't....I just wanna go home....that's all....he promised it if I helped him....he promised...." Arn told her as he stared at his hands more.

"Who boy? Who promised you such a thing?" Morgen implored him.

"The king...."

Morgen's eyes widened before she shut them with a sorrow filled sigh. Gently she replied, "He wanted you to bring me and Arthur back, didn't he? And he promised you'd go home if you agreed to do it?"

Arn then looked up at her, realizing who this kind woman must've been now, "You.....you're Morgana aren't you, his daughter?"

"Stepdaughter, also I prefer Morgen if you don't mind." Morgen corrected him simply.

"May I ask why you ran and took your baby...brother? How is he even related to you?"

"I am Arthur's half sister. We shared a Mother, but Uther is no Father to me. NOR will he ever be." Morgen began with her tone sounding angry for but a moment before she composed herself, "As for why I left and took Arthur with me....we were better off away from him. Tell me, did Uther ever explain why he wants ME back so badly? Or why he wants Arthur back at all?"

"He.....never said. Only that it...wasn't my concern." Arn tells her honestly.

"Well, would you like me to explain why he wants me back so badly? And why he wants Arthur back as well?" Morgen asks him cautiously.

"Uhm....go ahead, I guess. It wouldn't hurt."

"Uther has...abused me...in ways that are truly vile. I don't feel comfortable explaining just how depraved he was to me. But I will say this, he could rival Lilith, with how monstrous he is to me. I left to escape the torment he was bringing upon me. I'm just....so tired of just taking it day after day, and night after night. So I have made it my personal mission to see his reign ended, along with his torment on myself and others. As for Arthur, I couldn't leave him there. He'd have been puppeted for Uther's benefit, turned against me because I didn't bring him. I had to bring him with me, so he could be safe and free like I want to be." Morgen explained to him.

Arn listened intently, and couldn't help but be shocked by this. He truly began to feel sorry for Morgen, and more importantly feel awful for what he'd done. For killing the guards for truly no good reason, for taking a job to return victims to their abuser. For helping someone that could be compared to the whore that killed his parents. Yet, he still had to know one thing, "Would Uther have....kept his word? If I still went through with this?"

Morgen looked so sorry for him as she shook her head, "He wouldn't have, he would've kept you close. Used that promise like a bone tied to a pole. Leading you to do anything he wanted through manipulation and false hope. I am SO sorry."

Arn turns around, and looks for somewhere to sit down, "I can't be here, not in this castle, not locked in a cell, not after what I've done. I know my own Mother would hate for this, for my part in this."

Morgen sighed deeply and placed a gentle hand to his face, "What's your name child?"

"Arn."

"Arn, I understand why you did what you did. And I forgive you, as you were manipulated by Uther as I and many others have been. But you must remember there's consequences for this sort of thing. You've killed four innocent men tonight. I won't put you in a cell if they scare you that much. But I have to do something. So, I shall place you under house arrest in the castle. You'll be placed in a room that you can feel safe in, but it will be locked at all times. You will only leave if you have my permission. Do you understand?" Morgen explained with a calm but firm tone.

"As long as you have guards that can actually keep me there. And...someone who won't beat me to keep me in line. Like Leatherbeard or my 'master' in the ring." Arn says simply.

"Then it's settled. Would you like to see Puck before we go find a suitable room for you?" Morgen inquired kindly.

"I...don't know if that would be a good idea right now. But he would chastise me for not so....and I suspect you'd also do the same."

"I wouldn't, and I would've explained to Puck why he shouldn't as well. But if you wish it, then it shall be. Come along." Morgen told him warmly.

With that he followed her to go see Puck. A million things passed through his mind as he tried to think of what to say. How to apologize to Puck for being so stupid. How to apologize for falling so far and hard. And most importantly, how to apologize to his Mama Esmie for becoming something...or rather 'someone' so utterly HORRIBLE. Puck had just gotten his shoulder patched up as Arn walked in with Morgen. Puck couldn't help but check Arn over upon seeing the look on his face.

"You alright there lad?"

Arn then begins his attempt at an apology, "Sorry about hitting your gut, and for...being an asshole."

"First off watch your tongue. Second off, I understand the irony of what I just said. Thirdly, come over and give me a fucking hug." Puck tells him in a Fatherly tone.

Arn quickly obliges, giving him a proper hug this time. Puck could tell just how pained he was too as Arn told him, "I....wish to take responsibility....for what I did. Morgen, uh uh I mean....the Princess, made sure I understood that much....and wants me under house arrest."

Puck then looks at Morgen, "House arrest? And for what exactly? Also who will be guarding him?"

"He killed four innocent men Puck, he understands this but you know I have to do something. I believe I'm being far merciful than Titania or Oberon would be by putting him under house arrest. Also I'm happy to let you pick who watches over him whilst he's locked in there." Morgen states.

"What about that Orc I saw walking around? I heard he was friends with Death, so him if anybody." Puck explains.

"Bardak is not only an Orc, but a werebear as well. Perhaps I'll even let Bardak in the room with him. Might do Arn good to hear from an older werebeast." Morgen says simply.

"Wait what? That motherfucker's a werebear?! Ok then. I definitely trust in that motherfucker." Puck replies surprised.

"Then with that settled, shall you help me find Arn a proper room to be in for the time being?" Morgen questions him.

"Oh right let's do that. Follow us. Also I'm sorry about this, I know ya want to go home. But rules are rules. But I'll make sure to tell Esmie about this and she can come over. That ya can see your Mom." Puck promises him.

"Do you mean it? I get to see Mom?"

"Yes, I swear it. I'll let you talk to her when I call her. Understood?"

Arn's tail actually popped out and began wagging in his excitement and happiness at that, "Yes sir! Thank you Puck. Seriously thank you so much."

"Of course lad, now calm down. Is that yer fucking tail?"

Arn freezes and quickly shifts himself back to normal without the tail, "I'm sorry, that was uh....that's a....that's a bit embarrassing."

"Eh no worries lad, I have PLENTY of embarrassing stories worse than that. BELIEVE ME." Puck tells him rubbing his neck.

"You wanna expl...."

"When you're an adult! Esmie would SKIN ME ALIVE if I told you ANY of those stories." Puck tells him.

"Ok then. So where am I staying then?" Arn asks nervously.

Just then Puck finds a perfect room. It's nice and wide, with a few windows that have nice views. The whole place had a woodland cabin type feel to it. Topped off with a decent bed.

"Hmm, ok then. This should do, and for food....who will bring food and what are they bringing?" Puck asks Morgen.

"Figured you could." Morgen tells him.

"Alright, I'll bring ya some food then. I'll bring ya a meat buffet, that you can curb the beast for a little while. And also some vegetables, ya know, to balance it out. You're still growing and you're still an omnivore. Ya eat everything. Now, time for me to call yer Mother, GREAT."

Puck then called up Esmerelda at her tavern. She was cleaning up for the night upon receiving the call. Gingerly she picked up her crystal, "Hola! Quien?"

"Esmie Esmie, ya know I can't speak a lick of Spanish. At least not fluently. Speak English, please." Puck tells her apologetically.

"First off there is a fine difference between Spanish and European Spanish. Secondly, I'd ask again, but I already know who you are now Puck. What the hell do you want with me this time you borracho?"

"Ugh...I've got someone here I think you'd like to hear from. Do you want the crystal?" Puck inquires of Arn.

Arn takes it and shakes a bit as he says, "Hola......Mamá. It's m-me....Arn. M-m-miss me?"

Esmie freezes and can't help but begin crying, "Arn?! My baby...my niño?! Oh my heart, where have you been? Where are you?! Mama's coming right away just tell me where to go."

"Mama.....I've....I've....done horrible things! I have to take responsibility....I can't go home yet.....I don't deserve to!" Arn shouts as he begins sobbing himself.

"Arn....just tell me where you are, please. I have to see you again. I have to see my niño." Esmie begged of him.

"He's in the Unseelie Realm ma'am. We have someone who can bring you here. But as your boy says, there is a wrong he is to right. We will however allow you to remain with him until the time comes when he has attoned for his wrongdoings." Morgen explains calmly.

"Who is that? Puck, Arn please explain."

"For now, just know my name is Morgen. Please understand that your son wishes to atone for what he's done. As well as the fact that I shall not make him suffer or keep him here forever. Neither of those are my intent for him. I swear on my life." Morgen pipes up before Arn or Puck can do so for her.

Esmie takes a moment to respond before telling her, "I would see you face to face. I would see who keeps my son in a strange land. And I would ask why once I am there. Am I clear on this miss?"

"Transparently. I shall speak to you readily upon your arrival ma'am." Morgen calmly states to her, remaining ever polite. She knows this woman may give her scrutiny at first. But she also knows she must remain steadfast in her choice, for her own sake and Arn's. Believing this punishment will ensure he remembers that with his actions come various results, and consequences that he must be prepared for. As well as understand wholeheartedly.

Arn meanwhile sits down on the bed and asks Morgen, "Can I....be alone for a while? I want to think."

"That's fine Arn, but if you need anything just let us know."

Morgen then closed the door and locked it, asking War to go find Bardak and Death. Little did she know, what mess those two had gotten into. Course War did leave Arthur with her first, giving Morgen time to bond with her baby brother.

Death had meanwhile followed Bardak to a random spot in the woods outside the forest. He looked upon the quiet water within the stream they'd found.

"So, what is it? What else can you possibly tell me?"

"Ya need to release yerself, and yer feelings. Take the time to process it all." Bardak states.

"You really think now is the time?"

"No please, take ALL THE FUCKING TIME YOU NEED! I need to catch my breath anyway, now give me a moment." Leatherbeard suddenly shouted before sitting on a rock.

To Death and Bardak, it looked as though he just disappeared as soon as he sat down. Leatherbeard doesn't notice he's been teleported, YET AGAIN, until he turns around to look where he thinks Death and Bardak are.

"Now lets get this show on the.....OH FILS DE PUTE! DAMN THESE FAERIES, DAMN THIS PLACE, DAMN THEIR FUCKING MAGIC, DAMN THESE FUCKING HORSEMEN, AND DAMN THIS FUCKING...", He begins shouting until finding out the rock is not there to be thrown anymore, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Death and Bardak hear this, and look at each other, "Hear something?"

Death only shrugs before they hear another shout of anger.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"So aside from....THAT, yer feelings?" Bardak inquires since they now have time.

"Ugh....I don't need a counselor right now."

"Come on Death, get it out. Do you want this girl or not? Do you like her or not?" Bardak presses him.

"ENOUGH! Just stop it Bardak! Pushing me isn't going to help. Just please, stop. Don't force it. Leave me be." Death implores him whilst holding his head.

Bardak looks at him concerned and calmly places a hand on his shoulder, "Sorry, but the thing is you're not in the past. You may have stuff back there that's really awful but you need to know how to deal with the problem. Not just bottle it up. Or hide from it in your home all the time. You need to get past it somehow, grow. When I see you looking at Morgen, I can see you're not focusing on the past. You ever heard of the love at first sight phenomenon?"

Death shook his head, "Isn't that a trope in romance stories?"

"I mean yes, but not in this case. It's an actual psychological phenomenon that happens, heard it from some humans that got trapped in here. Turns out it's an actual thing that happens where if people stare each other in the eyes for more than forty-five seconds, they have a feeling of true love."

Death couldn't help but laugh, "Are you serious?"

"Yes completely serious, entire long lasting relationships have been started and lasted because of one stare."

Death sighed, "If you say so."

"You're gonna need to relax Death. I hear relaxing helps ya understand yerself. Try meditating, I remember you always use that to calm down.

Death did as Bardak suggested to best of his ability, but couldn't help picturing Morgen in his head. Soon enough he saw her as well. However, she was in a flowing white dress with a veil. A clear indication of marriage happening. Course all of a sudden her dress shifted into a lingerie set. Morgen then flashed him a sly but sweet smile. Death then snaps out of it, as he feels something cold on his wrist. A strange spiral mark that fades just as quickly as he'd seen and felt it. The sort of cooling effect faded as the mark did. He does notice however, that it's glow was as iridescent as Morgen's wing tattoos. Quickly he grabs a stick and begins to draw the spiral shape in the dirt.

"Hey Bardak, you may want to see this real quick."

Bardak looked at it curiously and feels the spiral resembles an axe's edges, "Why the hell does that resemble axe edges?"

"I dunno, it looks like my scythe to me. At least the blade portion of it."

Bardak gained a cautious look, "I dunno, looks like kind of creepy. Especially since it looks like weapons, or rather the business ends of em. A little disconcerting. Ok lets try and find another conversation topic. What else do you like about Morgen? You told me about her personality, what about her appearance? Why not tell me more than simply saying she's beautiful?"

"I don't know. She's smells nice?", Death begins before shutting his mouth, "Poor choice.....that was a poor choice of words there. Please disregard what I said."

"Now hold on there, what you said was also a little enlightening. Not just creepy. Cause scent is very important when it comes to attraction. Because if ya smell good to someone when yer unclean, or vice versa, that's your brains saying yer compatible. Or rather your immune systems are." Bardak states.

"Get on with it!"

"Ok anyway, what I'm saying is yer attracted to her for many different reasons in many different ways. One being, her personality. Second being, her looks. Not gonna lie, ya chose pretty well. Third being biology, as ya two are apparently compatible. And finally, the one look ya keep giving each other. In other words, BAM, yer stuck."

Death cocked his head, "So you're telling me my body has already decided for me what I want?"

"That and your sub conscious, assuming you were thinking of her while meditating."

"Shut up."

"Heheh..hehe....I knew it." Bardak says chuckling, "So I can technically use some of my superior inquisition."

"Ah, well nobody expected that." Death replied simply.

"Right. Ok. Welp I'll go patrol over there and you go wherever." Bardak tells him walking off.

"He hasn't shown up again."

"Oh right."

Meanwhile Leatherbeard was stuck in a forest full of poison ivy. He grumbles in pure rage and begins cursing the forest and ivy. Only to suddenly realize he may have pissed someone else off.

He sees the ivy moving and realizes where he probably is, "THAT MOTHERFUCKING DRYAD!!!"

Wiseman decides to up the ante by teleporting Leatherbeard to the mountains of Dover. Leatherbeard runs out of the woods and accidentally off a cliff into those very mountains. Landing in the water with a massive splash, luckily it doesn't hurt him.

"At least I'm in territory I'm familiar with." Leatherbeard grumbles before swimming underwater to try and find his ship. Upon breaching the surface, he's suddenly in a lake somewhere else, "GAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU FUCKING BUSHY WHORE!"

Wiseman then spooks Leatherbeard with a thunderstorm overhead for insulting Aspen in such a way. Course Aspen has no idea what he's doing, beyond the fact he's sleeping in his usual spot and occasionally laughing in his sleep. Smiling she places a few of her roots around him to temporarily take root there.

Death meanwhile begins to wonder how it might feel after so long of not having a woman in bed. Course the more he imagines it, the more nervous he gets as he tries to avoid thinking certain things. Only wanting to keep the simple idea of seeing her beside him in his mind right now. Course Bardak notices his nervous body language and the growing blush at they walk on.

"What ya thinking about?"

"I'm......just imagining...how it may feel to have a woman in bed with me again. But a certain 'other thought' keeps invading my mind." Death admits clearly embarrassed about it.

"Those thoughts are only natural to have sometimes. For now though, all ya need to do is let her know. I'm sure the uncertainty is either annoying or worrying for her. Probably even both if yer that unlucky. Which I doubt, given how much stupid luck ya got." Bardak states simply yet firmly.

"Let her know what exactly? How I feel about her? My concerns on how things may be if we get together?" Death asks.

Bardak facepalms, "All of it. Let it out. Ya need to let people know how feel, it's natural. What are ya, reliving the teen years ya didn't have?"

"Ok ok I'll think of something, just zip it already. I'll try and tell Morgen soon."

"Ya know? The longer ya wait, the harder it's gonna be for ya to tell her. I'll shut up about it, but yer gonna need to tell her soon, real soon. If it really is that hard, just show it. I hear actions speak louder than words...sometimes. Anyway, let's get back to the castle." Bardak explains.

"Uh right. Thanks by the way, for the talk and all that." Death says, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"Not a problem."

Eventually the two got back inside the castle in time to see the place freshly cleaned. Death and Bardak however, could still smell the blood. Just as Morgen comes over with Arthur, Death stops her.

"What's going on, what happened? We can both smell blood in the air."

Morgen only sighs, "It's been managed just so you know. So promise me you won't panic when I tell you."

"We'll see Morgen, just tell me what's happened."

"Fine then, a young werewolf was sent by Leatherbeard to retrieve myself and Arthur. Puck however got him to stop and I managed to convince him to turn himself in for what he did to achieve the task. He's currently under house arrest in one of the rooms. And may be going through a crisis right now. I'm not sure though as he wished to be alone for a while." Morgen explains.

"Wait, ya said a young werewolf. How young?" Bardak inquires.

"He's a teenager, midteens specifically in terms of how he's aging. Why?"

"Bardak, what are you thinking?" Death questions him.

"Ehhhh...maybe...I'm thinking maybe I might be able to help this kid a little bit, that's all."

"Puck did ask that you be the one guard him. So you'll get plenty of chances for sure if you want to speak to him." Morgen states.

"Wait a minute...why would Puck...of ALL PEOPLE...be concerned about this?" Death inquires curiously.

"He knew the boy when he was small. Even called up his Mother in Spain, and she's coming down soon to see him. They've apparently been separated for a long time." Morgen says before leading them to the room.

"Wait a minute...who is this kid anyway?" Death asks her.

"His name is Arn, and he was a gladiator that Uther manipulated into taking the job to retrieve me and Arthur. He even promised the boy he'd get to go home." Morgen tells them with a sorrowful tone.

"Are you serious? Someone must be pulling my leg right now."

"Death, do I look anything but serious right now? Seriously?" Morgen asked him with a sudden defensive tone.

"Ok ok fair enough I get it. Why so defensive right now?"

"Yeah no offense Morgen, but that was a bit impromptu on yer part. So where'd that come from?" Bardak adds to Death's inquiry.

Morgen sighs deeply and takes a deep breath before answering, "I feel awful for him. He only wants to go home, and was fooled by the one man I hate most in this life. Given a false promise that he'd go home if he did something awful for him. Pardon my saying so, but asking me if I was serious seemed a bit unsympathetic on your part Death. So do excuse me for being a bit upset at that."

"Uhhhhh...ehhhh...right. Someone explain to me how bad Uther is? I've not heard any stories about this Uther character where I live. And nobody's explained shit about anything." Bardak brings up.

Death then proceeds to explain the current events and situation for him.

"Ok, those are some good reasons. Are there anymore things I should know about before I sink my axe into him?"

"Only this Bardak, that he's a VERY depraved man. One who would abuse his own Stepdaughter in ways that no man should. If you get my meaning." Morgen explains vaguely.

Bardak sighs, "Ok then...well....where is he at so I can go kill him?"

"Don't do anything reckless. Believe me, I tried that and found myself in a dungeon being tortured. And being kicked through a wall, before the being punched through a wall part..." Death expresses a bit embarrassed at that.

"As a Father myself, I find the fact he considers himself to be a Father to be disgraceful. He does NOT deserve to be called that." Bardak informs Morgen.

Morgen only nodded and continued to lead the two gentlemen on. Meanwhile Mina had actually found the motivation to do some work. She made sure Puck was sober...ish enough to make a decent meal and found some clothes for Arn to wear. She could only hope they'd fit though. Mina knocked on the door gently and called through to the boy,

"Hello in there. Puck's got some food for ye, and I've brought some clothes. You good for visiting?"

Arn turned away from the window he was staring out of, "Sure, come in."

"Alright Laddie, hopefully these fit ya. Just try em on to be sure. If they don't Puck'll probably have something for ya." Mina told him as she set the clothes beside him.

Arn watched as the short red head left and looked up at Puck, who had placed a tray of cooked meat down. "She seems nice.", Arn says before he starts removing the tattered remnants of what he was wearing.

Puck looks at Arn's back and arms. He can't help but be disturbed at how many scars he has now. Especially at the deepest of those scars.

"So what did they have ya fighting in there? I know that much happens in those things....the fighting." Puck inquired concerned.

"Most of the time it was animals. Thought it was funny to watch a human animal face regular animals. The people however....it was mostly last man standing....I guess I was lucky.", Arn explains going behind a partition to dress himself.

"Interesting interesting.....fucking assholes, all of them."

"The cells they kept us in weren't much better. The slavers seemed to get a kick out of watching us fight over food. There was one among us who thought otherwise. His presence alone just sent chills down the other's spines. I remember one night he broke up a fight between a few of us. He told us, "We are not animals.". His name was Sygr, he even helped me out a couple times in the arena.", Arn states simply.

"So what else can ya tell me about this Sygr eh? Did he teach ya anything about keeping control over the werewolf in ya?"

"He told me he was from the North. That he was a viking, and as for teaching me, it was more or less advice....when's the next full moon?" He asks a bit nervously.

"I can't answer that question, but I may know someone who can. Just wait here, eat up, and I'll see if I can find and ask him." Puck responds before heading out of the room. Course he spots Bardak with Morgen and Death just outside the door.

They're down the hall talking with Mina, as she prepares a bowl of warm water to clean the dried blood from Arn's arm. Luckily Puck remembers this much and goes back in to remind Arn to mind the sleeve of his shirt. Luckily he hadn't even put it on yet.

"Eh keep the shirt off a little bit longer. Mina's coming in to get rid of some of the blood. And also you're about to meet a werebear, who's also a very large Orc at that."

"Mom has Orcs for bodyguards. I think I know how to handle em.", Arn replies getting the new pants on at least.

"Hmm, this Orc is no brute. He's actually quite nice, rather upstanding." Puck informs him.

He doesn't notice Bardak as he comes up behind him, "As long as ya keep yer manners and are nice, I'll be nice. Heheheh..."

Arn can't but gawk at the nine foot Orc in front of him as Puck introduces the two, "Arn this is Bardak, the werebear. Bardak, this is Arn. He's eh my.....one of my best friend's lads. Long story there, but for another time. Anyway boy's wanting to know when the next full moon is."

"Erhm....I'd say in about five days to week or so. Give or take." Bardak states thoughtfully.

"Good...won't have to worry about losing control again for a while.", Arn explains after he gets a hold of himself.

"The only reason I check is for my kids. Me and myself when it's full moon, heheh...that's just a party with some of my friends, that's all. How well do ya control yerself when you turn most of the time?"

Arn looks up at Bardak after a moment of thought, "Control is a way of looking at it...I can change my form with some effort, it still hurts a lot when I do....I just don't have any control during the full moon nights."

"Not what I meant when I said control. I'm asking, how much of ya is in control when yer in that form. Are ya still you, or are ya the beast? Cause from what I'm hearing, yer still a beast in that form with only a smidge of control." Bardak presses firmly but calmly.

"That sounds about right. I feel like I have less and less control the more I change. But that's how I've survived this long.", Arn responds.

"Hmph, well then. Something tells me ya need a teacher, and a guide for this whole thing." Bardak tells him before glancing at Puck, "Puck I'm gonna need some ingredients for this...tea that puts ya on a vision quest."

"So what yer telling me is ye need some mind altering drugs so ye can have an hallucinatory trip? Ok, I'm gonna have to say NO! HELL NO! I am NOT handing ye that so ye can give it to HIM! Have ye MET HIS MOTHER, NOT A GOOD IDEA."

Death chuckled from the doorway, "That's funny coming from you."

"I will not have any of us getting a shoe to the head! His Mother will turn me into Chorizo!"

"That's pork." Death replies sarcastically.

"I don't care she's still gonna put me on nachos!"

"That's Mexican." Death says snickering badly.

"Ok then smartass, what about uh...Chivo Guisade Picante?"

"That's the Dominican Republic!" Death shouts as he starts laughing his ass off.

"Well if anything else she's gonna put me in her Chilindron!"

"There you go! Took you long enough, went from point A to point Z, great work." Death spouts out between laughs.

"Eh fuck off."

"I guess you know a bit more than you let on Bones.", Arn says as he is able to chow down on his meat platter.

"Perhaps I'll tie myself to a pole and dangle above you if you want a bone so badly pup."

"I doubt you'd taste good. Probably like something from a crypt.", Arn responds with a smirk, course despite his own lean figure at some angles his bones can be seen.

"Now now that would depend on the upkeep. Besides that's pretty funny coming from a kid who's got little to nothing on his bones."

"At least I have something other than skin on my bones.", Arn retorts.

"Fur doesn't count puppy. Better luck next time." Death replies smirking.

Bardak meanwhile thinks to himself, 'Why the hell is Death starting a pissing competition with a child? Seriously, he doesn't need to worry about........wait a second....this isn't a pissing contest. This is a pissing off contest. Alright Death I'll bite, let's see how thick his skin is. Let's me know what I gotta work with in terms of his anger levels.'

Death swears he sees an eye twitch as Arn returns to eating. A smidge angrier than before. He shakes his head with a slight chuckle, and actually claps, "Well done. Lesser men older than you would've been yelling or cursing me by now. Clearly you've learned something at least. That is to say, you know when to back down from a fight."

"Backing down pisses me off more.", Arn mentions as his hand flexes as if ready to shift but somehow it doesn't. Thinking back to Sygr's words in the arena, "We are not ANIMALS."

"Ok ok ok, obviously that's poking too many buttons. You should leave Death." Bardak tells him.

"Alright alright, I wasn't expecting that to anger him. But in hindsight, I really should've. I'll see you later old friend." Death responds before leaving.

Bardak then turned his attention to Arn, "Ok so that escalated quickly. Ya alright kid?"

"Yeah. Just....thinking on some words of wisdom I guess.", Arn replies in an angered yet slightly depressed tone.

Bardak patted and scritched his head a bit, "You'll be alright kid. For the most part Death's an ass, but in this instance he wasn't trying to be."

Just in that moment, and small white blur moved into the room. Arn couldn't see what it was yet, he only heard panting. It sounded like a small dog. Bardak looked down and shook his head a bit before chuckling. He could certainly smell the fur ball too.

"What are you doing here now Fuzziball?"

Fuzzball made an offended, "Merph.", before walking around the bed. Arn had NEVER seen such a small, fluffy thing before. Part of him wanted to eat him, but the other wanted to pet his soft looking fluff. Fuzzball cocked his head at the teen curiously before coming up to him. He then pawed at Arn's foot.

"What is this...thing?", Arn asks seeing the small critter.

"That my friend is a rodent, well a Limt. And a personal pet of Death. To kill him or eat him is to invoke the Reaper's wrath. I wouldn't recommend doing that." Puck informs him.

"His name's Fuzzball by the way, not Fuzziball. Only I can call him that." Bardak states.

Fuzzball barks in greetings at Arn before panting a little and rubbing against his leg. Course he feels something weird on his leg too, and realizes there's something on Fuzzball's head. Arn finds it strange, but lowers his hand to Fuzzball's level. Working to gently remove the thing on Fuzzball's head. Once he's got it, he notices it's a tiny glittery, pink, bow. Fuzzball is happily panting away and scritches himself a bit whilst Arn inspects the bow.

"Now who would leave this on you?", Arn asks as he rubs on the rodent.

"That would probably be from the King's, brother's daughters. And if you're wondering, the King nearly killed his brother recently. As well the girls too, but this one got in the way. And turned into a very bloody mess. I'm a little bit surprised he's even alive, one would've thought he'd died when they saw all the blood. But nope. He pulled through the fluffy little warrior." Puck informs him.

Arn looks at Puck weird, "This rodent actually protected people? Hmph...guess big things do come in small packages."

He even picks the little guy up in one hand. Fuzzball then takes the opportunity to hop into Arn's lap and lay down. Rolling over and being all adorable with those little happy pants. Arn is a bit awkward and looks at Puck again.

Puck chuckles and tells him, "I'm sure Death won't mind if ye pet him. He knows that little rodent is a lap dog at heart."

"Forgive me if I prefer dogs.", Arn responds gently, giving Fuzzball some belly rubs.

Fuzzball enjoys the attention and soon falls asleep. Course Puck hears a small knocking and when he checks the doorway he sees Anna and Elaine.

"Hi Mr. Puck, is Fuzzball in there?" Anna asks sweetly.

"Mmhmm, we wanted to see where he went. He was panting a lot earlier when we were outside."

"I'm sorry girls but Fuzzball is being cute as per his duty, for someone who wants some privacy." Puck informs kindly.

"Oh ok, well can you watch Fuzzball for us? He really was panting an awful lot." Anna insists.

"Yeah, he even looked like a melted ice cream." Elaine explains a bit worried.

"I wonder why, must've overheated and needs a fur cut. I'll bring him to Death later. Why don't you go over to Mina and get some ice water for the little guy to drink, ok?" Puck tells them.

They nod and scurry off quickly to tell Mina, and maybe Death if they find him.

"Who were they?", Arn asks Puck curiously.

"Those were Vortigern's daughters. Uther's nieces. They're the ones that this little thing protected." Puck states.

#Darksiders Fandom #Darksiders Fanfics #Darksiders OCs #Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited #Death #Strife #War

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lorylilybomber · 5 years ago

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Okay so I have an anime crossover issue:

I am watching and LOVING the Fruits Basket reboot. And I am also a long-time lover of OHSHC. And it occurred to me that, while crossovers are often very cringey, the opportunities between these two shows, if handled correctly, work like a dream. And there ARE plenty of FBxOHSHC fanfics out there.

The problem?

Hardly any of them seem to take proper advantage of the opportunities presented. The largest percentage of fic I’ve seen can be placed into one of two camps: “look at my OC she’s the secret 14th zodiac member and she goes to Ouran” or “Haruhi is actually a sohma and the secret 14th Zodiac member”

First off: look—there is no wolf in the Chinese zodiac. There is no fox, or raven, or jaguar, or—just, stop.

Second of all, there’s plenty of new ways to play with this crossover concept that are lots of fun to read—because they don’t have to change the rules of either universe!

(also, why do the Sohmas always have to go to Ouran? Can’t it be the other way around? I’m just saying, as sweet as Tohru is, she is canonically nowhere close to winning any sort of scholarship to attend school at Ouran, even if the sohma boys do.)

Imagine, if you will, some of the following scenarios:

Tamaki, in one of his usual bids for host club bonding and commoner research, arrange for the host club to attend a commoner high school for a month. In order to convince Kyoya to come with, Tamaki specifically chooses a high school that is attended by members of the influential-yet-hermit-level-elusive Sohma family. Once they’re there, of course, Tamaki wastes no time establishing a place for the host club to continue their activities, because beauty must be shared with the world, of course!!! From there, imagine some of these scenarios:

1: Tamaki hears of the school’s Prince, and seeks out Yuki in order to induct (or, more accurately, abduct) him into the Host Club whether he likes it or not. (On that note, imagine how the Prince Yuki fan club might react to the Host Club’s presence).

2: Contrariwise, Tamaki knows of the Prince, but is more interested in the school’s aloof Tsudere Type, Kyo. Cue Kyo being incredibly angry and flustered as Tamaki and the twins keep kidnapping him to try and induct him. Possibly include Tamaki noticing kyo’s feelings for Tohru and deciding to coach him on how to be a true gentleman.

3: Imagine Shigure’s reaction to EITHER of those events.

4: in a different or perhaps related chain of events, imagine Tamaki meeting Ayame, essentially adopting him as his senpai, and the learning about his estranged relationship with Yuki. The Tamaki Suoh we know would immediately commence Operation Brotherly Reconciliation before you could blink.

5: imagine after establishing the Commoner High School Host Club, Momiji decides this looks fun and wants to hang out there. They don’t take him on as a host, since they already have Hunny, but he’s still happy to have made a bunch of new friends! And the best part is!!! They’re all guys!!!! And they’re (almost) all emotionally available!!! Which means he can hug them without restraint!!! He hugs Hunny! He hugs Tamaki!!! He thinks about hugging Kyoya but second guesses himself!!! He hugs Haruh—wait.

6: immediately after point number 5, Kyo and Yuki are rapidly switching between panicked and confused. While Yuki and Haruhi are basically Spider-Man-pointing at each other saying “Explain????” Kyo does one of two things:

7: he blurts out something relevant but woefully poorly contexted to Haruhi like “WAIT HOLD ON TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT.” Which elicits a violent reaction from the twins/Tamaki which is headed off by Kyoya/Mori.

8: he grabs Momiji and starts shaking and yelling at him for being stupid and Hunny’s affection for a) his new friend and b) cute bunnies translates into him twisting Kyo’s arm or otherwise kicking his butt to take Momiji away from him because remember, kids! “picking on [Hunny’s] friends is a no-no!”

9: Kyo is dumbstruck because wait this twerp knows martial arts? Cue a running joke/side arc throughout the story in which Kyo keeps trying to get Hunny to fight him because getting beaten up by a twerp is stupidly emasculating and Kyo needs to win back his pride. Meanwhile Hunny sees no reason to fight or indulge Kyo and keeps refusing him (you know..because he’s actually a mature 18 year old). The arc may end in Kyo learning to humble himself and asking Hunny if he could maybe teach him some moves? Followed by Hunny beaming at him and saying yes.

10: how would Kyoya react if he were to learn the Sohma secret? How would he negotiate with the Sohma family? Could he? What stops Hatori from wiping their memories, if anything?

11: How would HARUHI react? Miss “Believes in nothing paranormal?” How would Tamaki react? As the King of Sticking His Nose Into Your Business, he may attempt to make it his mission to break the curse. (Of course, he fails in the end, but they all become friends anyway.)

OR, perhaps they don’t even need to go to the same school at all. Imagine this:

1: Kyoya, in preparation for running some of his family’s hospitals, or perhaps as part of a special inspection, or a possible acquisition, or whatever else, visits a hospital owned by the Sohmas

(Listen, we know that the sohma’s HAVE to own at least one hospital. Preparations for any possible Zodiac birth would have to be EXTENSIVE. Imagine if they’re anticipating a new Dragon? All Sohma women are now compelled to have water births. Why? BECAUSE SCIENCE SAYS SO, SHUT UP, WE’RE DOCTORS. Once the new Dragon’s been born? NEVERMIND NO MORE WATERBIRTHS DONT ASK QUESTIONS. They have veterinarians on call who never really know for sure why they’re paid to just keep a special phone on them, but one day they’re called into a human hospital and forced to sign a huge stack of NDA’s before being brought to a delivery room. One day when he’s training his replacement the kid asks “hey why are you making me read about how to care for baby seahorses?” And the older doctor gets faraway flashback eyes, shakes his head and says “just keep reading, son.” I could honestly go on. I would read an entire fic just about the people working at one of these hospitals.)

Anyway, Kyoya is at the Sohma hospital when something curse related happens. You can honestly pick. Either way, Kyoya goes through an interesting spiral:

2: first, after getting himself the fuck out of there as soon as Hatori’s eyes are off of him, he has a barely-self contained nervous breakdown the minute he gets himself alone in his room because the idea of Kyoya instantly accepting anything remotely fantastical is ridiculous. His friends are worried about him but have no idea what happened because if Kyoya vocalizes it, that means it’s real!!!! And he!!! Just can’t!!! Also, he REALLY doesn’t need the twins teasing him and calling him insane or Haruhi asking if he has a fever.

3: then, after he collects himself, he begins doing his Kyoya thing and collecting information. Obviously a condition (he refuses to call it a curse) with such a easily exploitable trigger couldn’t have been kept a secret for so long. So the Sohma’s are keeping people quiet somehow. There isn’t any history of people disappearing around the sohma’s, so it’s either money, threats, or induced amnesia. So, of course, Kyoya prepares for all three. (Of course, even if they WANTED to kidnap or kill Kyoya, his connection to the Ootori family and its extensive police force would prevent that.)

4: and still, even if this curse idea is utterly ridiculous—and it is—this is the biggest piece of negotiation material Kyoya has ever acquired, and its on the SOHMAS. The one family that almost never deals with anyone. With the sohma’s being such a powerful yet reclusive family, he’s not about to let such a large chip go that easily.

5: cue a delightful mental cat-and-mouse game between Kyoya, Hatori, and eventually Akito. Akito getting involved means Shigure is definitely involved as well, if he isn’t already after Hatori.

6: Akito, being a very impatient person, wants Kyoya either hypnotized or under their thumb YESTERDAY. But he knows he can’t just bring him to the house without raising many important eyebrows. So what is he to do to get Kyoya to cooperate?

7: they could go for the heart, perhaps. Kyoya’s best friend Suoh seems stupid enough. Akito begins to charm Tamaki (who Kyoya has not informed of the curse) and establish a sort of power play in front of Kyoya—“see, he likes me, I can get him to go anywhere I want.”

8: Contrariwise, Akito decides they can’t target his best friend Suoh for the same reasons he can’t target Kyoya. Oh, but...look here. A commoner named Fujioka with no money or status, hardly any family....he’ll do fine.

7: if Tamaki gets in a room alone with Akito, the dynamic could get interesting. After Akito turns scary, Tamaki might take a bit of a beating, but then (as the bighearted and surprisingly wise person he is) he starts talking to Akito, and trying to genuinely connect with him. Whether this works or not would be up to the author.

8: If Haruhi was in a room alone with Akito, presumably brought against her will, she would probably be confused and annoyed, but eventually a little frightened and out of her depth (Akito tends to have that effect on people). But she would also piss Akito off VERY fast, with how observant yet practical and blunt she is. She would say some things that hit Akito hard, and she would probably be attacked fairly quickly. Shigure or Hatori would have to step in to protect her, and perhaps SHE learns about the curse in the process.

Honestly, it could go many different ways. But basically I wanted to demonstrate how Fruits Basket/OHSHC crossovers could be much more unique and interesting with fascinating character dynamics, whether the story is a comedy or a drama. Then, as a few honorable mentions:

Everyone compares Haruhi and Tohru’s Mom situation. But how would Haruhi react if she learned Momiji’s situation?

The twins harassing Kyo. Or, the twins harassing Haru and triggering Black Haru.

Tamaki charming Tohru and poor Tohru not knowing how to react (and Yuki and Kyo getting Very Frustrated.)

Shigure and Tamaki becoming friends because of course they would.

Shigure and RANKA becoming friends because OF COURSE THEY WOULD.

Ranka being a regular at Ayame’s store.

Etc etc etc. and that’s with just the more major characters. Hanajima and Uotani interacting with the host club would also be hilarious.

Anyway, point’s made—Fruits Basket and Host Club are fantastic crossover material, and deserve more unique content!!!

#Host Basket #Fruits Club #OHSHC #Fruits Basket #Furuba #fruits basket 2019 #ouran high school host club #crossovers #Fruits Basket x OHSHC #fanfic prompt

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kagsismyvirus · 4 years ago

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“My favorite memory”

He said “i love you” whenever I’d ask him to take a picture of me. He explained, the reason he does that, is because whenever he did, i’d show the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Pair : oikawa x reader

Genre : fluff >\\<

Warning : none :3 please enjoy!

“𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵. 𝓢𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰.”

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> 3rd POV <

Oikawa is the type of person who’d drag you everywhere he goes. So one day, he asked you to join him and help him look after his newphew.

More like beg but you didn’t hear this from me

“Tooru...I helped you look after him 2 days ago! Ask iwa-Chan instead!” You protested, obviously tired that all your “dates” consist you helping him with his errands.

“But babe! I need you with me!”

“Why?!”

“Because your presence energize me! And pushes me to be my best!” He beamed proudly which made you look at him dumbfounded.

How could you say no when he’s look at you like that. SO YOU ENDED UP JOINING HIM and was now currently watching him teaching the kids to play volleyball.

“Y/n-Chan! Look I can do a spike now!” Takeru boasted as he proudly executed one.

You found it very adorable and can’t help but cheer him on which he found encouraging.

“That’s great takeru! I guess shittykawa is a good teacher~”

“He’s only like that when you’re around y/n-Chan. Without you, he’d just complain and whine that he misses you. That’s why it’s mostly iwaizumi that’s teaching us”

You laughed aloud, just imagining oikawa pouting and whining. You picked takeru up and showed him a smile.

“Is that so? Don’t worry! I’ll be sure to lecture him about it” you assured which made takeru giggle.

You suddenly heard camera shots which made you look to your side and found oikawa, holding up his phone.

He was posing and cupping his cheek cutely as he kept snapping pictures.

“Omg! Y/n-Chan, is it just me? Or I’m very handsome today~” he boasted which made you roll your eyes.

“Oi! Tooru! You should be teaching these kids volleyball! Not complaining why I’m not here! Get back to it!” You demanded.

Oikawa showed a sheepish green before saluting “yes ma’am!”

You let takeru get back to it and they began their session again.

You found it all cute especially how oikawa handled his newphew which made you secretly snap some photos of him and made it your home screen

Such a supportive girlfriend I can’t

When you guys were done and already have went home, you played with takeru for awhile.

But later, after takeru fell asleep, you sprawled on oikawa’s bed, very tired.

“Babe, do you want to shower first?” Oikawa asked as he entered his room with two towels.

“No, you go ahead. I’m just gonna rest for awhile”

“Why not shower together? Like the old days” oikawa said with a teasing grin as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You got one of his pillows and chucked it at him but to your dismay, he dodged it.

“Just go take a damn shower tooru” you tsked.

He laughed before he approached you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead

“Okay, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when I’m done” he smiled which made you feel butterflies in your stomach

When he left to go take a shower, you were about to pass out when you heard buzzing.

You looked to his side table and found his phone buzzing and lighting up.

You picked it up and saw it was iwaizumi so you answered.

“OI SHITTTYKAWA-“

“Hi iwa-Chan”

“Oh? Y/n, I didn’t know you were with him. Where is he?”

“Why? What did he do again?”

“Being shittykawa of course, he forgot his bag at the gym. I’m heading over to return it”

“Wow you’re such a good best friend”

“More like a butler”

“Good one! HAHAHA anyways see you in a bit iwa-Chan, make sure to punch him when you get here”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. See ya”

You giggled as you ended the call but then oikawa’s phone lagged so you frantically tapped on the screen

“Dahell? Damn you new technology!” You growled.

you accidentally tapped on the gallery and it opened to show oikawa’s photos which caught your interest.

“Hm lets see what he’s been taking pictures of”

You opened the gallery “iwa-Chan”

The photos there, let’s say were mostly him being chased by iwaizumi or just iwaizumi looking irritated.

You kept laughing as you opened different photos of him and his team being silly

But then you saw an album named “my y/n-Chan” and it had more photos than any other album he had

“Eh??? I swear if these are me looking like an ugly duckling. I’ll kick his ass” you hissed as you tappped it open.

You scrolled to the first row of pictures and indeed, they were pictures of you not being anywhere near human

“That idiot!” You growled but when you kept scrolling, you found pictures of random moments but they were all of you smiling.

You were confused because you never remembered him taking a picture of you.

When you got to the last picture, the most recent one, you saw it was a picture of you holding takeru and the two of you smiling.

“Wait...I thought he was taking a picture of himself??”

You were really shocked with the realization but also very touched that he’d done that for you.

You heard the bathroom door open and there appeared a newly showered oikawa

He was shirtless and was only wearing shorts

“Y/n-chan, wake up, I’m-“ before oikawa can finish his sentence, you already attacked him with a hug

He was caught off guard which made him lose his balance and you two fell on the floor

“Y/n-Chan! Are you okay?!”

“Tooru! You big meanie! You’re unfair!”

You whined as you pouted at him

“Eh??? What did I do this time?” He was confused

He plopped his elbow and pushed himself off the ground a bit to get a better look at you

“You were a perfect boyfriend! That’s what you did! It’s unfair! I’m losing against you in this relationship”

You huffed as you bloated your cheeks

He looked at you with the goofiest smile he can make, as he felt really happy to hear you say that

He pat your head and looked at you teasingly

“Well of course~ I, oikawa Tooru, is very boyfriend material” he cooed

“Oh really? Then why did your ex girlfriend dump -“

Before you couldn’t continue he pushed his index finger on your lips, shushing you

“-it’s because! You’re the one meant for me! That’s why!” He reasoned out which made you laugh

Suddenly the door flew open

“Oi! Shittykawa I-“ iwaizumi stopped when he saw the position you two were in

You both looked at each other and immediately went red, just realizing what iwaizumi must be thinking

“IWAIZUMI! THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

You reasoned out

“OI! OIKAWA! DONT LAY A FINGER ON Y/N!” Iwaizumi yelled as he was strangling oikawa

“IWA-CHAN! ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK! Y/N-CHAN JUST FELL ONTOP OF ME! YOURE TOO GREEN MINDED IWA-CHAN”

“OIKAWAAAAA”

.....

“It hurts?”

You were putting ice on the bruise iwaizumi left on oikawa’s head

“Yeah. Iwa-Chan is too protective of you. I feel like he likes you or something”

He hissed as he felt a stinging sensation from the coldness on his bruise

“Im the baby of your team remember? Of course he’d be protective of me. I’m your guys cute manager”

“Well to me, you’re my cute girlfriend”

Oikawa suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oi! Tooru! Your bruise!”

“Just give it a kiss! It’ll be way more effective than an ice cube!”

You looked at him dumbfounded before you sighed in defeat

You were about to place a peck on his forehead when he moved his head, so your lips ended up brushing his

“OI! Tooru!”

“Thanks babe~”

You rolled your eyes before just snuggling closer to him, enjoying his warmth

“Hey tooru?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you take a lot of photos of me during the most random times?”

He pulled away and looked at you with a surprised expression

“You saw?”

“Yeah, iwaizumi called earlier and your phone lagged, so I did”

You both were silent but then he sighed and caressed your hair

“Well, during class, our teacher told us something”

You looked up at him, and saw he was just gazing at you lovingly as he continued

“He said, “people photograph the things they find beautiful” so I wondered about it a lot and decided to find the things I found beautiful”

“I looked at my photos and saw the pictures of the guys and other school things, but I found them funny rather than beautiful”

You two chuckled

“So I kept wondering, what was beautiful in my eyes? That’s when you came”

“I came?”

“Yep! When my ex-girlfriend broke up with me, I was a mess, more like my pride was a mess.”

“But then amidst me being hurt and all, you suddenly came and asked me..”

“Are you okay, Tooru?”

“I found your smile, very breath taking, the first time I saw it. Your smile is what I find beautiful”

You couldn’t help but let a few tears escape your eyes as you felt really moved from what oikawa has told you.

“YOURE VERY UNFAIR TOORU! I CANT BEAT YOU!”

You whined as you weakly punched his chest which made him chuckle and pull you close to him

“I love you y/n~ I really do” he said sweetly as he snuggled his face onto your hair.

You smiled as you hugged him back

“I love you too, Tooru~ thank you for finding my smile, beautiful~”

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#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #quotes #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa imagine #oikawa fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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im-tops-bottom · 6 years ago

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Peter had been nothing but an experiment. Hydra had attained samples of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes' blood when they kidnapped Tony Stark. They used it as well as Tony's own samples to create a baby. The baby was to grow up and train under Hydra as the start of new and improved super soldiers.

Well that's until the Avengers happened.

The team swooped in and saved Tony and the baby. Tony had deemed himself and his team unsafe for the baby so he put him up for adoption. A nice couple called Ben and May took him in under the condition that Tony sees him every now and then and when he is older, Tony will tell him what happened. Other than that the kid, "Peter Parker", was to be kept safe and hidden from Hydra.

Even though this caused one too many arguments and opened the rift wider between Tony and the Rogues, they eventually understood why Tony did what he had to do.

"if they were able to not only get blood samples but kidnap me at the same time during a battle without anyone noticing, then again why would you guys give a shit about me in the first place, then I know that it will be unsafe for my child to stay here. Now you can all leave my lab. I have a press conference in an hour and we have wasted too much time arguing"

He told the world of what happened. Of the torture, of the samples, of the baby, of the almost brainwashing before the baby idea came up. He also mentioned that they have the baby safe and sound at the compound and he will raise the kid like every other child. After answering questions, he decided he felt like a cheeseburger before going home.

Once there he realized the only other people that were at the compound were the Brooklyn boys so he tried his best to be stealthy. He didn't want to be there so he raced down to his workshop and told Friday to save all his stuff and move them to his rebuilt Malibu home folder so he can finish them off there. He then went to his room and grabbed a few things before heading to the garage.

He groans as he heads towards one of the cars closest to the garage door.

"boss are you okay?"

"I'm fine baby girl. I seem to be getting this reoccurring head. It just seems to come and go"

"Tony"

"yup here comes the headache"

Tony opens up the car door to place a few things down before texting Happy, Pepper and Rhodey to meet up in Malibu before turning around.

"how may I help you Mr Rogers, Mr Barnes?"

"we need to talk"

"about?"

"everything"

"why? You and your team already said what you needed to say as soon as you guys rescued me. if you guys didn't want to then you shouldn't have. I already sent out a distress signal"

"we didn't receive any"

"that's because none of you guys were the recipients. It was Rhodey bear. That's why I was on the phone and not playing 21 questions"

"why didn't you just say something?"

"because Mr Rogers, I left the team and only joined fights when you guys really needed me. Because Mr Rogers, my entire life doesn't revolve around you. Now do excuse me, I'm running late"

"where do you think your going?"

"I have a hot date with a cute alpha in Malibu. For once in your life mind your own damn business and you can wipe that hurt look off your undeserving face. Buckaroo is allowed to looked like a kicked puppy, he has every damn reason but you Steve Rogers are not. Good day to you sir"

Tony hopped in and drove off missing the heartbroken look on Steve and the forever confused look on Bucky.

"come on Bucky"

"where are we going?"

"we are gonna follow Tony"

"what why? He clearly wants to be left alone"

"I don't want any alpha barking up the wrong tree. He's our omega. We already have a kid together. We are practically mated"

"Jesus Stevie do you hear yourself? God what would your mother think if she heard you? Get your shit together Steve. He's not some prize to be won. He's his own person. I don't know what kind of alpha you had become but the Stevie I knew wouldn't act that way"

"and how would you know?"

"fuck you Steve"

"hey hey Bucky, babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's just that Tony-"

"see there's your problem. Tony has made a few mistakes and you have taken it upon yourself to suddenly blame everything on him. God you are such a jerk. We are through with each other. I don't want you back until you sort your shit out"

"where are you going?"

"away from you"

"Bucky get back here!"

"don't you start getting all alpha on me punk! Don't forget I'm an alpha too."

"Bucky"

"oh so you have resorted to gr-"

Steve jumps Bucky and they start brawling until a sound stops them.

"WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!"

Steve gets up and brushes himself off while Bucky takes a breather before getting up.

"Friday told me to return and I find you two acting like immature brats"

"but Tony"

"don't but me Steve. Friday already gave me the rundown. You two need some time apart. Steve I already called your team amd they are on their way. Bucky in the car"

"but"

"in the car. Now!"

Bucky heads over and gets in Without looking back. Tony glares right at Steve.

"alright you hopeless cause, why dont you shower, eat, break some hulk proof punching bags and then relax. Once they're here you can rant about how this is my fault"

Ignoring Steve, Tony hops in the car and drives off again.

"I hope you like being out in public"

"I'm slowly getting used to it but don't you think your date would dislike the idea of me joining in?"

"oh that. Don't worry. There's no date. I only said that because Steve was getting on my nerves. We are going out to lunch with Pepper, Rhodey and Happy. Already told them what happened and it was Rhodeys idea"

"what really? But I thought"

"hey with what happened in the past, no one blames you. It took Pepper drumming it into my head to realize that. If anything I'm the one that needs to apologise.i blamed you for my mum when it was Hydras fault and then I blew your arm off when all you were doing was protecting Rogers. Although the new Wakandan arm looks real good on you"

"why do you always mention just your mum amd not Howard?"

Tony goes into his life story right from when he was a kid. He left nothing out and went into great detail for most of it. He paused alot whenever Bucky would look uncomfortable to check if he was alright because he didn't want the other to have a panic attack or go super soldier.

Afterwards Bucky went into detail about his life with what BARF helped him remember. He also talked about all the tapes he watched with Steve about the 40s. He mentioned that he found Hydra videos but he hasn't found the courage to watch them yet.

"well when you do find the courage, let me know and I can come watch with you. We can have a girl's night in. I havent had a slumber party since team cap moved in"

Bucky thanks him and they talk non stop about any and everything until they reach their destination. Tony tells Bucky that as a promise once everything has settled then they can go back to the compound and can have an individual talk each with Steve to just clear the air but for now, they are on holiday to happy memories only.

It takes only a quiet week, no seriously, no villain attack at all, for Tony and Bucky to get closer and slowly fall in love. That's when they decide to return home and have those long talks. Who knew that once they return, team cap was ready to defend their precious cap and start world war 3

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ceterisparibus116 · 6 years ago

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The claire meeting stick oneshot that you wrote was amazing, could you do one with foggy interacting with stick if you havent already. You dont have to if you dont want to

*hugs* of course I want to! This is probably not complete yet, but here’s a start. Set before Season 2.

Foggy was having a good day. Mrs. Smirnov paid them indonuts and actual currency, he foundsome smoking hot precedent to save the day for their client accused of robbery,and Karen turned up some new facts in their controlled substance case thatproved their client wasn’t engaged inwillful blindness—and yes, that prompted a lot of very unprofessional jokes atMatt’s expense when no clients were around.

Speaking of Matt. Things were good with him, too. It wasn’tquite like the old days: once you find out your buddy can hear your heartbeat andsmell your sweat, there’s really no going back. But he seemed to be bendingover backwards to not rock the boat.

(Because Karen didn’t know. Because Matt was a coward.)

Which, unfortunately, often meant hiding injuries. He didn’tseem to understand that Foggy got just as upset from knowing Matt was hiding injuriesas from seeing the injuries themselves. Foggy made a subtle game out of forcingMatt to reveal them, usually by poking him in any suspicious locations. Orthrowing things at him, when Karen wasn’t watching.

Was it nice? No. But there were worse coping mechanisms.

Like Matt’s coping mechanism, for instance, which apparentlyinvolved picking a fight with a sentient crowbar. Now he had a broken finger toshow for it, and probably a bunch of bruises. Most likely some kind of head injury too, although he successfully convincedKaren to go on a coffee run instead of making the coffee herself, so Foggywasn’t about to accuse him of being concussed. Yet.

But he was definitely not above throwing things at Mattwhenever he walked past Matt’s office. Matt had to choose between moving, whichapparently hurt, or getting hit in the face with stress balls. He consistently optedfor the stress balls.

“That one has a baby hippo on it,” Foggy informed him as theball bounced off Matt’s cheek. He’d taken his glasses off after the first roundof attacks.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

Foggy leaned against his doorframe. “Why? Because of myheartbeat?”

Matt looked mildly uncomfortable. Maybe at the edge toFoggy’s voice, maybe because he actually felt guilty for reading people’sheartbeats without their permission, maybe because he was just super beat up.Who knew? “Your heartbeat doesn’t usually give you away when you’re jokingaround. You’re not worked up enough about the lie. So, no, I just find itunlikely that this particular stress ball has a baby hippo.” He threw it backwith considerably better aim. “If you said it was a giraffe, maybe I’d buy that.”

“What makes a giraffe more reasonable than a hippo?” Foggydemanded, relaxing a bit at the idea that Matt’s polygraph thing wasn’tinfallible.

Matt looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. They just seem morepopular.”

“Ridiculous,” Foggy declared. “Hippos are both deadly andadorable. Not unlike you.”

“They—wait, what?” he spluttered.

“You heard me,” Foggy said serenely, tossing the ball backat him.

Deadly and adorable and a lying liar and also Foggy’s bestfriend. How was this his life?

But Foggy was resolutely making the best of it.

Rolling his eyes, Matt opened his mouth for some retort thatwas certain to be zinging, although the joke was on him. Goading Matt intoretorts was all Foggy wanted, just a little way of pretending everything was stilllike it used to be.

But the retort never came. Instead, Matt’s whole bodystiffened.

“Buddy?” Foggy asked cautiously.

Matt was on his feet so fast that Foggy thought backwards toremember if he’d blinked. He hadn’t. Anyway, Matt was already brushing pasthim, heading for…what, the door?

“Matt!” Foggy grabbed his arm. “This is not the time for crimefighting.” It was broad daylight and he wasin a business suit and he’d left his glasses in his office, what was wrong with him?

“Fine,” Matt said shortly, but before Foggy could celebratethe acquiescence, Matt twisted until he was grabbing Foggy instead of the otherway around. “Then you need to leave.”

There was something weird in Matt’s voice that Foggy wasn’tused to hearing and couldn’t quite pin down. “Uh, no. I’m in the middle of—”

Matt turned his head as if he could look straight at Foggy.“I’m serious.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that,” Foggy said unsteadily. “What’sgoing on?”

“Foggy, please, just—”

The door opened, but the first thing Foggy saw was a long,thin stick. Like Matt’s. It was accompanied by an old man in dark sunglasses. Fromthe way Matt reacted, it might as well have been accompanied by a swarm ofhornets.

“So this is it, huh?” The old man swiveled his head, notlike he was looking around—because duh—butlike he was…breathing the place in, or something equally weird. “The fancy job?”

“I told you,” Matt said tensely. “The job’s not that fancy.”

“It’s got, what, two separate offices? And a kitchen?” He sniffed loudly. “With donuts. Hell, Matty. No wonderyou were such a wreck when I found you.”

“Which time? When I was a kid, or twenty years later?”

Stick rolled his head on his neck towards Foggy. “He keepsdoing this,” he drawled in a fake whisper. “Bringing up how I left him like hethinks it’ll get him pity.” He cocked his head back at Matt, who lowered hishead ever so slightly. It made Foggy furious. “I found you crying in anorphanage, kid. Don’t see why you think there’s anything that’d make me feelsorry for you.”

“You’re him,” Foggy burst out. “You’re that guy.” The guywho trained Matt and who, according to Karen (murmured guiltily over beers,like they both knew Matt would hate it if he knew they were talking about him)told Matt that he’d have to cut people out of his life to be effective.

“Foggy.” Matt’s voice was a warning, but it wassimultaneously somehow small.

“What kind of a name is Foggy?” Stick asked scathingly.

Bit rich coming from a guy called Stick. For better orworse, Foggy kept that thought locked up in his head.

“You’re the partner,”Stick deduced, tilting his head towards Foggy, and it was such a Matt-likegesture that it looked so wrong on his wiry old body. “Lived together inColombia.”

A shiver ran down Foggy’s spine. “How do you—”

“I know a lot, kid. More than you ever will, that’s forsure.” He tapped his cane on the floor. “All the books and shit you’ve gotpacked in here, it doesn’t mean anything. Not in the real world. None of itcounts.”

“We’re helping people, Stick,” Matt said tightly. “Thatcounts.”

“Saving ’em from a couple years in jail won’t do much for’em when this whole city gets turned upside down. But I know you won’t listen,Matty, no matter what I say.” He almost—almost—soundedsort of sad. He jerked his chin at Foggy. “You tied yourself down to him. I’mnot surprised you’ve gone soft.”

Matt said something back, something argumentative that Foggydidn’t think would make any difference at all, but Foggy was distracted tryingto unravel everything Stick just said. About soft, and tied down. “Hang on,” heinterrupted.

Matt visibly gritted his teeth, but Stick looked delighted.“You thought of something?”

“Yeah,” Foggy said defiantly. “Lemme know if I’ve got thisstraight. You’re saying Matt wants to help people because he’s soft, right?”

“He wants to help people in whatever useless way will soothehis baby feelings,” Stick corrected.

“Because he’s soft,” Foggy insisted, while Matt opened hismouth, then closed it. “And you think he’s soft because he got tied down to me.Correct?”

“Wow,” Stick drawled, cocking his head back at Matt. “I seewhy you keep him around.”

Foggy actually laughed. “You don’t know Matt at all if youthink I’m the reason he cares aboutpeople. He does that all on his own.”

He’d meant the words for Stick, but hearing it seemed tomake Matt stand up just a little straighter. “Listen, Stick, whatever you’re hereabout, I don’t care. I have a life, one that I—”

“Not for much longer.”

Foggy started calculating his odds of getting to his officefor his softball bat, because for some reason he didn’t want to try to take onthe old man via fisticuffs.

Matt shifted in front of Foggy. “Is that a threat?”

“Observation,” Stick countered. “It’s inevitable. Although,yeah, if I have to rescue you from the softness myself, I’ll do what it takes.”His voice sort of softened. “I’m not gonna lose you, Matty.”

“You already have.” Matt’s head suddenly twitched up a waythat was now familiar. He was picking up on something. “You need to leave.”

From the look on Stick’s face, he’d heard it too. A smilespread slowly, wickedly across his face. “We’re just getting started.”

“Stick, I’m serious.”

“So’m I, Matty.”

Matt stepped forward, right up in front of Stick. The toesof their shoes were almost touching. “I won’t ask again.”

Stick’s sightless eyes flicked in Foggy’s direction for aninstant. “Or what?”

Before Foggy could even gasp, Matt’s fist snapped out. ButStick had already shifted to the left. He punched back. Matt dodged and grabbedStick’s lapels; Stick kicked out and Matt sidestepped. Then Stick threw an elbowthat caught Matt across the face.

Foggy winced, but the pain seemed to ignitesomething in Matt. He shoved Stick up against the wall with Stick’s lapelsbunched at his throat. “Get out.”

“You’re gonna wanna take your hands off me, kid.”

“Get out.”

“Too late,” Stick murmured.

Shockingly, Matt seemed to agree. He dropped Stick the waysomeone might drop a bag of dog dung and stepped back, running a hand—was itshaking?—down his tie. Before Foggy could process that, wait a second, theyjust had a fight in the office, the front door was opening.

Karen walked in. “Oh, hi.”

#daredevil fic #Matt Murdock #foggy nelson

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caps-clever-girl · 6 years ago

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thoughts on endgame.

fair warning, i am not going to be kind. i enjoyed watching this movie, for the most part. it was funny; it had many good jokes and good, pure and well done interactions between multiple characters. but i didnt like it, and here are the reasons why.

unfortunately, this isnt a ‘nitpicky’ post. my main problems are with a lot of the bigger points points of the film, and had quite a few. this is a LONG post.

• “marvels first gay character!!!!!!!!!!!!” shut up. you joined the ‘fad’ late for brownie points and it was a cameo character who got about 3 lines. there are plenty of canon queer and gay characters who could have been introduced, either as cameos or in earlier films. dont even get me started on the fact that tony has more canon bi material than most others and marvel could have taken the time or even the slightest bit of effort to make this. while i enjoyed the jokes about steve being Incredibly Hot and his ass being Gods Gift To America (which honestly??? correct!) that could have been expanded on. several characters made comments about how nice steve’s ass is, and could have been used as actual material for a queer character, instead of sticking a random chharacter in there. i get the whole ‘gay people could be anyone! its normal!’ thing by giving the ‘role’ to a regular person, but you would also prove that by making any one of your 30+ main cast actually queer instead of making gay jokes and hints that could be retconned and explained away by humour.

• slapping someone out of a panic attack, and treating the panic attack like a joke. yeah, i get it, they didnt have a lot of time. still, come on. did iron man 3 teach you nothing? apparently not since tonys ptsd was pretty much never brought up again.

• speaking of thor. now, i am not an expert, but when a person gains weight, they do not keep their abs. certainly not after five entire years - not even asgardians. i also found it odd that thor became the way he did. i understand gaining weight and comfort eating after all the trauma thor went through losing his home and brother and people, i really do, but 1.) do it properly, at least, and 2.) thor is the leader of his people. does he want the task? not particularly. he hasnt wanted to be king since the first thor movie, but hes been forced into the role. even depressed i dont think thor would shy away from it, not completely. hes always wanted to do right by his people and i think that hed stuck to it, especially after The Snap backing him into a corner, if that makes sense. to clarify, i dont have a problem with chubby/fat thor. (IF done right instead of with weird, shitty cgi, that is.) i have a problem with the fact that thor, even though he doesnt want to be king, would abandon the last remanents displaced people to build a new home all on their own and become a hermit gamer boy. ESPECIALLY with valkyrie around. she’s been through a derpressive, alcohol fuelled time in her life and thor pulled her out of it. (mostly anyway, asgardians are party animals and im p sure she still gets trolleyed on the reg) i have bo doubt that after years of wallowing she would do her damned best to try and kick his ass out of it, even if it were just because his people need a leader, instead of letting him drop everything on her and just let him stew while new asgard gets on with it. i also didnt like the fact that all of thors emotional moments were treated as jokes and made to be funny when hes genuinely Fucked Up about eveything thats happening and made his image into a whiny crybaby.

• professor hulk. more of a personal one, this, simply because i just didnt like it. fair enough if y’all disagree on this one, im not going to fight it. i just never saw him wanting to combine himself with the hulk. ever. when he apleared on the screen i was completely blindsided, and his explanation, and the way he interacted with the kids????? i just want to know where all of this confidence suddenly came from. i use the term ‘suddenly’ loosely, since its been five years, but bruce has never been the guy to care about strength or looks or fame. hes always been shy and nerdy. not afraid to stand his ground or make his opinion known. hes bot a catchphrase, posing and flexing ‘hell yeah lets take a selfie’ guy. i get that thats maybe the result of the hulk and bruces combined personality but it just felt WEIRD to me, like, there wasnt a time in the film where i felt comfortable with the character. this was the final avengers film, with all of the original six avengers in it. but it didnt feel like that, it didnt feel like bruce or the hulk was in the film, even though there was a lot of funny and good moments with orofessor hulk, it felt like a stranger with some familiar characteristics. it ruined any feelings of nostalgia for me. i like bruce, and i like the hulk. i like the way their differences add to the story and the way they interact with eachother, and the slow change in their relationship. sorry if its petty but i prefer them seperate, theres just so much more to them for me.

• clint and natasha’s journey for the soul stone. both times, in infinity war and endgame, a male character and a female character went to get the soul stone. both times the male came back and the female died, and we lost possibly two most developed and main-line female characters in the entire mcu. now i understand the reasoning for both, and out of the characters that went there, i agree with the choice. thanos and gamora; it was thanos who was aware of the sacrifice and who chose to make it. gamora didnt get a choice and was unaware until it was too late. thanos was never going to die there. he knew there would be a sacrifice and chose to take gamora, because she would be the most likely sacrifice to actualky sucsesfully yield the soul stone because she was the most loved by him. i get it, but we lost gamora and i dont like it. clint and natasha; looking at it completely objectively, clint has a family, a wife and three children, that he wants to get back. natasha does not have any children, nor any (blood) family. if i had to choose, based on facts like that, id choose her too. but i still hate it, because there goes the only female member of the avengers. also, nebula (and i think maybe rocket?) KNEW that a sacrifice would be made and either accidentaly or deliverately left out the terms of aquiring the soul stone. it would have been easy to tell, if not easy to solve. but nothinb was said, and two best friends had to make a fucking awful and horrible choice when they might not have had to.

• on the ‘feminism’ tangent; the random congragation of women in the end scene??????? i dont????? okay so i am marking myself as a hypocrite here because i did love this scene!!! it made my lil gay heart go boom to see so many good and strong women all in one place - ESPECIALLY rescue - and it also made me realise how many women there actually are across the mcu??? which was really nice?? but it just felt... so forced? the way they ALL suddenly apleared and stood together even though they were all mixed in around the battlefield. it was a wonderful thought and i did enjoy it, but it seemed too Off and Odd to seem as much more than a bid for Feminism Brownie Points.

• captain marvel. i dont know about you, but i was actually looking forward to her being in the film. for a character so hyped to be the saviour of the avengers and the end of thanos, she was barely in the film. ‘i have other planets to save, the earth isnt the only one affected by thanos’ yeah but earth is the only plannet actively attacked by him. its where the people who are rallying to fight him and reverse what he did are. dont you want to stick around and help them? surely it would be a hell of a lot easier with your help, and faster too. yes, she blasted theough the ship at the end, but she did fuck all to help defeat thanos himself, and the help she did give with the ship came at the end. i genuinely think they kept her out of the movie because she was too powerful, and would have made fighting thanos etc too easy to get all the suffering and noble sacrifices in. if she had been a side character i dont think id be as mad, but she got a whole MOVIE in which she is clearly the start of the entire avengers initiative; she is their HISTORY!!!! she is so powerful!!!! and yet she has 5 mins of screen time!! it pisses me off that she was So Strongly implied to be the character the avengers NEEDED, the one that without whom it would be IMPOSSIBLE to defeat thanos; the woman that really tipped the scales in there favour, and yet she did fuck all. (and lets not even get started on the carol/rhodey and carol+tony bromance we COMPLETELY missed out on.)

• (speaking of bonding what the fuck happened to tony and nebula????? after they were rescued it was like they never met)

• the whole entire concept of time what the fuck!!! ‘dont change anything’ okay well for the most part you did okay, and the PLAN and CONCEPT was actually really easy to grasp, at least to me, which is hard when working with paradoxes and wibbley-wobbley timey-wimey stuff. but that went out the water when past!thanos and his army were brought into the future and disintergrated. does this mean they’re dead in the past - since they would have just. Left and not come back and therefore ceased to exist from that point???? or did tonys Snap simply send them back to their point in time, with no memory of what had occured? idk because it aint explained.

• speaking of; loki. again - his past changed; he managed to escape, with the tessarect. this is not explained nor expanded upon. assuming the events of thor 2 came about - which were impossible if he escaped - then his timeline would carry on as normal, and would PERHAPS explain the tessarects wacky timeline. (i dont know for certain, because i cant work it out anyway). but loki disspearing means he wouldnt have gone to trial on asgard, nor would he wouldnt have been in thor 2 - also by extention meaning that frigga is still alive. technically if he went back to get odin off the throne anyway, everything else after thor 2 involving loki/asgard would still come to pass. either way, we dont know. it was a nice way for endgame to give fans what we wanted; the posibility of loki coming back. but it doesnt make a lick of sense, and we have no idea if hes still alive/escaped or not, and why. personally i have no fucking idea and im pretty sure it was a cop out so they could give us what we wanted. which brings to my other point:

• giving the audience what we wanted. we got loki interaction. we got loki ‘escaping’ and ‘surviving’ (????) we FINALLY got rescue, who many fans have been asking for since i think iron man 2, and even more so since The Badass That Was Pepper Potts in im3. we got morgan stark and tony and pepper married, we got jokes about steves ass, and more jokes about male characters admiring how hot other male characters are. and, most importantly, we got tony having the nice relaxing life he wanted out in his cabin in the woods with his wife and kids (even if it was a horrific way of getting there). i dont quite know how to explain it, but to me it seemed like they were shoving as many ‘fan-requests’ into the film as possible - so that when they killed off 2 of the original 6, and removed another by ageing him out of use, they could lessen the backlash and justify the changes by going ‘but you got so mych that you wanted beforehand!!’. a tactic they drenhed us with because one of those 2 was a fan favourite that people were BEGGING not to be killed off because they felt that he hadnt recieved anywhere near the peace or happiness he deserved so far - and now never will. which brings me to:

• tony’s death.

there are two parts to this.

one, i was incredibly pissed off because strange’s Big Plan, the ONLY reason he saved tony in infinity war, was so tony could use the gauntlet and kill himself anyway later. anyone in that film could have used that gauntlet - and many wouldnt have suffered fatal injuries; captain marvel, steve, t’challa, peter quill to name a few possibilities - basically, anyone who is in anyway enhanced would have had a better chance of surviving and would have therefore been the better choice; aka, half the mcu. i think it was a proximity thing; tony was closest. he had the oppertunity and the others didnt. but tony didnt know about the option of using it until strange looked at him and gave him ‘the signal.’ the signal to sacrifice himself. and of course, this is tony stark. when is he ever going to refuse that.

but reason two, and this is the one that stings the most; tony started the mcu.

in my opinion, he is the character who has put the most in during the whole ten years. he, of ALL the characters, deserves his happy ending of marrying the love of his life and having a kid, without constantly fearing that hes foing to have them ripped away from him, that hes going to have to fight to the death to keep them safe.

one of my friends, when i complained about tony dying, said; “it was his time. plus, he had a legacy! with pepper and morgan, and the iron man name. how can you be upset?”

i can be upset because tony got the happiness he wanted after losing exactly 50% of what he held dearest. i can be upset because hawkeye got his family back, but tony only got five years with his wife and less with his kid, instead of getting the oppertunity to grow old with his wife and watch his kid go to collage like clint will. i can be upset because the character that has gone through the most trauma, both physically and mentally, who spent the last ten years trying to better the world and everything in it and protect it, who got the most shit for every decision he made and who ended EVERY SINGLE FILM with a broken limb or his face littered with bruises and cuts while every other film centric character ended the film usually scrape free, didnt get his happy fucking ending. sure, he has a legacy. but i dont give a shit, because that legacy - of iron man, of morgan and pepper and stark industries - would have been there whether tony was alive to see it flourish or not. but he wont be.

this goes beyond being a ‘tony stan’ or tony being my favourite character. out of every single character, from start to finish, anthony edward stark fucking deserved a happy ending and by god he deserved it the most. i will argue that until my end of days.

i watched tony stark on screen for ten years, and i watched him get progressively more scarred and fucked up. his parents. the ten rings. losing yinsen. obie. vanko and hammer. the palladium poisoning. new york; the nuke and the wormhole. the ptsd, the panic attacks. the iron legion and retirement attempt. killian and extremis and the end of that returement attempt. wanda’s vision. jarvis being destroyed. the accords and subsequent civil war. finding out about the winter soldier and his hand in his parents death. finding out that steve knew. siberia. struggling to balence iron man and the accords. losing peter. being stranded on titan, in space for weeks.

tony in that wheelchair, shaking and rail thin and unable to stand for more than a few moments will haunt me forever.

i watched him suffer for ten years - longer, even, in-universe - clawing for his quiet, happy ending while fighting for the happy ending he thought the rest of the world deserved, and instead of getting rewarded he just got beaten down and beaten down. after ten fucking hears of watching the backbone of the entire franchise get nothing but shit piled on him until he struggled to breathe for it, excuse me for thinking he woukd finally get the chance to crawl out from under it and be happy. no strungs attatched, no awful, sacrificial price to be payed, just for a man who had given so. fucking. much. to finally get something for once, and be allowed to keep it.

well i was wrong. and i feel so incredibly fucking stupid for even hoping otherwise.

and thats what i didnt like about avengers endgame.

#thanos might have snapped first but now its my turn #endgame spoilers #marvel #avengers #thor #bruce banner #tony stark #squeak.txt #rant #avengers 4 #captain marvel #iron man

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schroedingershuman · 5 years ago

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A Story I never wanted to tell.

I never wanted to tell anyone about it but its time to talk about something that keeps me up at night, something that makes my heart break everytime I think about it and that keeps me wondering about myself.

I´ve never been good at this relationship stuff. But I knew I could trust my guts when it was time to think about if I wanted them in my life or not.

I kept thinking it was fully my fault. I kept thinking that I was a bad person. But I realized that it wasn`t- that I wasnt.

May & June 2018

About a year ago I made my biggest mistake. I fell for someone, that wasn´t treating me good. And I`m fully used to being treated bad. But never by a lover. My lovers acted like I was a princess. Until I met him. He - Im going to call him E- was an abusing bastard. When I started dating E, I didnt know that. He treated me good, hes been your typical nice guy. But after a few weeks of dating he started showing his true self. His true self is a monster. His true self is abusing and doesnt care about anything but himself. Whenever E came home from work he was really angry and started randomly shouting at me. Without a reason. Whenever I wanted to say something about it he ran to me and started punching and kicking me in the ribs. When he wanted Sex, he got it. I hadnt had a chance to say no. It wouldve been worse if I did. Trust me I tried it. When i first attempted to break up with him we were at his place. Bad decision. E broke me. Not physically but mentally. He tried to make me stay with him. And he did it for another week. The second time I tried to break up we were in the city so nothing bad could happen. I asked him for a break. That I needed to take care of myself. His answer was Youre the love of my life, I want to have kids with you and build a future together. I didnt even think about that stuff. I still dont. So I left him, went home and took a break. My roommates took good care of me in that time. When I finally broke up with him I was totally relieved at first. But later on I shouldnt have been that brings me to two months after that relationship.

August 2018

I started going out again. Meeting my friends, seeing other people and stuff like that. E saw me and he found out who I started seeing and texted them and thats the part that still haunts me in my dreams. He told them that he was going to rape and kill me and let them watch. And kill them afterwards. It changed me. I was depressed again. I didnt leave my room unless I had to, I didnt talk, I didnt sleep. I wanted to kill myself. I just wanted it to end. But I didnt. I shouldve gone to the police and tell them but I didnt. I lost 20kg since back then and I changed my style. I started building up a new circle of friends around me and it took time but im good now. well better. I started enjoying life again. I started accept myself and I got stronger.

Its still hard sometimes.

Whenever someone starts to get aggressive Im not able to talk or answer. I start shaking and getting a minor panic attack. I can handle that but other people usually cant

Why am I telling my story?

I basically am telling it because I want people that are going through something similar to know that they arent alone and that they can handle it. Theres several organizations that are helping. Im not going to search for them but I just want you to know that you are not alone and that you can do that. That you will survive it and that youre a strong independent persin, even if they make you think that you need them, you dont.

Thanks for reading.

#abusive relationship #my story #physical abuse #emotional abuse

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years ago

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Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

#sonic au #sonic oc #fantasy #fanfic #fandom #Drake

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larissaloki · 6 years ago

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Abusive relationships,

Yes another one of these, ths my own personal experiences with a relationship that ended nearly two years ago. I’ve only just gotten the confidence too share as to this day, my son is still negatively affected by the aftermath.

Thankfully my relationship only lasted 2 months before i wised up and kicked his ass to the curb. These kinds of relationships can happen to anyone, not just women, so this post will hopefully serve as a warning for everyone on what to look out for.

Before i continue i will warn that content can be sensitive for some (obviously) but also mentions of a bdsm esk lifestyle. Not overly explitic but it’s still there. Also I am just writng out as it pops into my head so bare with my ramblings as this hard to get out.

To start off with, I am a single mum living in a flat and at the time i was working part time (18 hours a week a the time) with a 2 year old toddler and 22 years old. Despite having a son I was lonely a lot as a lot of friends stopped contacting me and my weekly dnd group was disbanded so my human interactions where limited and lets just say retail doesn’t equate to good human contact.

Fast forward because you don’t want to hear about my struggles wth dating as humourous it is. I met (lets call him D) D and as always, things see well- D was sweet and charmng and was seemingly ok with me having a toddler. Brillant! i thought i had hit gold with this guy.

This how abusers are, they make themselves seem to sweet and amazing that you become blind any faults. You know that saying “I’m not like those guys, not all guys are like that” D used these words when describng himself and in conversations. in my experience with him and a few other people, people that have used these sentences are often exactly like the ones they say they aren’t.

So far everything he’s done is present a pleasent package that sound and looks trustworthy and a nice guy. Making the bad traits come across as just mere off days. I was so blinded by the fact that he seemed to sweet and nice that i didn’t realise exactly what he was doin for a mere two months. thankfully talks at schools and thing’s I’ve read online and family members helped me clock onto his games.

ALWAYS LISTEN TO FAMILY! i say this because they noticed within weeks what he was doing and were trying to find ways to warn me. He seemed hesitant to meet my family after a month of dating which for my family is odd, as we are a pretty tight family more or less at the times. My mum met everyones partners quickly as we all visited each other a lot at the time.

when she did meet him a month into dating and was talking to him, D admitted that he would read my phone over my shoulder ALL.THE.TIME. This is not good, nothing i thought was private actually was. But his own phone was protected like it was the holy grail of all holy grails. I never actually asked to see his phone but it’s somethin i noticed after we broke up that he would always hide the screen from anyone in the room. He would try and create arguments over anything with my mu and sister when they were at my home while i was working, watching over my son. At this pont i wasn’t still comfortable enough for D to be along with my son.

When i then got home, my mum and sister would leave quickly unable to stand being in D’s presence. this made me think they simply just didn’t like him, so when it annoyed me, D would jump onto my rants and feed them. Make my anger at my mum and sister worse by telling white lies, basically fanning the flames. People, if your partner does this- take a step back and wonder why.

D was purposefully driving wedges between me and my family and later my best friend by complaining about each and trying to get me to join his point of view. Tryng to get me to view them as hinderences rather than support. Driving me to focus on him completely and not them. Do not let anyone destroy your family ties, especially ones with your closest family.

then theres the other little things, like comlaining how i wash my hair and which products i use saying i was damaging myself. everything i used was of good value and methods professional hairdressers adviced me to use. But apparently a guy who doesn’t even condition and had short balding hair had better knowledge then me. this is another form of control, trying to tell me how to do things. same with cooking, I’m not a bad cook i can make somegood meals but he insisted on cooking saying he’s amazing at cooking. He would often put in way to much garlic and onion making the meals he made full of to much flavour and would get upset when my poor 2 year old wouldn’t eat or I wouldnt. Even when i told him not to put so much he would snap saying he knew what he was doing.

Then theres the guilt tripping and telling me how to raise my child. A person who has no children was apparently more knowledgable than me who read articles and books and have a mother who’s had 4 kids herself. When out and about he would get annoyed when my 2 year old had a tantrum and play up.

saying that my son was being a disrespectful shit to me and would publically shame me for ignoring or trying to appease my son depending on what the tantrum was over. RED FLAG! A 2 year old cannot be disrespectful, my son struggles with speech to this day due to D demanding my son uses his words and not cries to display hs wants. D’s view was that kids should be perfectly articulate at 2 year old and understand all these adult social cue’s.

Then at bed times, D hated that i cuddled my son till he slept and that my son came intomy bed halfwa through the night for comfort reasons. So he demanded i changed the night routine to involve maths for my 2 year old and a story while my son was in bed then just walkout of the bedroom. leave my son alone regardle if he was upset, my heart broke at my sons cries as D scared my son back into bed and kept leaving him. Ignoring my concerns with this method saying it wht he read online and eventually my son will sleep. worst two weeks of my life until i broke the cycle as I just couldn’t allow it to continue.

i was fas growing afraid of D at this point. One night he flipped his shit as i turned over in bed declaring it was to hot to share the bed due to my memory foam topper and that he runs hot anyway. he threw his phone at the wall over it. Another time he yelled at me for not trying a certain stores jellybabies when i said. didn’t like jellybabies, saying that i was being stubborn as this stores jelly babies were delicious. i promised to try them later- when he was out i threw them away and just told him that yes they were ok.

He mocked the games i played and liked, i love final fantasy and rpg games a lot. i find them entertaining but he mocked them saying i should play more fighter interactve games. he made me play one that i just found dull and did not like at all.

After this he was also scaring me with his bsm ettiquette, anyone in bdsm know that you respected your partners limits and repected their safe word and what they tell you the are ok with and what they aren’t ok with. A few times he violated this. He liked to give pain and i liked mostly pleasure and rope play. A hard limit for me was belts- i was not ok with them at all, he used one one session and i had to safe word out quickly which he found fuckng funny. This is not ok. Another time we wanted to try a new pose with ropes and the position i was in was making me feel ill half way through beng tied, so i safe worded and asked me to get me out as i felt sick.

If your partner is in rope and feels unwell or safe words out- get them out fast! Cut the ropes if you need to you can always buy more ffs. But D didn’t, he sighed and slowly untied me. No matter how much i begged him to hurry up he went at his own slow ass pace. Do not do this as something someone once found enjoyable suddenly no longer is.

And lastly, do not snap at your sub if your rope plans dont go to plan. Do not make them feel bad if something doent work. I was snapped at when ties he was tryng for the first time weren’t working, nothing i could help.

towards the end he told my mum when they again where at mine alone that he would be moving in in 6 months time so she had best get usedto him being here. we had only been dating at this point for less than 2 months. I have a rule that i don’t move in with someone unles i’ve been with them for more than 2-3 years at the minimum.

8 MONTHS IS TO SOON.

the event that pretty much spelled the end for this? was my sons bday and D turned up after eveyone had gone which fair enough, lots of kids wasn’t his thing. I had some alcohol and energy drinks as well, he offere weed which i had had before unaware of him slipping me ectasy as well.

All of these things did not respond well to me, hours later in the next morning as i had this 9 pm the night before, by 10 am D left to go home and i was dealing with what i think was the come down. Badly. Ikept having panic attack and was not right for two days after. My heart kept going dangerous speeds that i had to call my mum and sister for help as D said he woudlnt come over as i wa just beng silly and that it would pass. I was worried for my son if something was to happen to me over it.

After this i talked to my mum and the truth was coming out in small bits. I stupidly was on the fence about what my mum was telling me as i was reliant on D’s affection and we i went to get a coil (birth control device) and D hated that i was going with my mum and that i had been talking to her.

He got defensive and was telling me i didnt need my mum in my life. His mum wa dead and he was doing well, so i didn’t need mine in hs eyes. This is maniplative as fuck and he was an asshole trying to use this. By thi point. Was wising up to his tactics and games with teh help of my mum exposing what he hadsaid to her and i dumped him.

He tried to then play around with getting his things back and tried to arrange it when i would be alone. Never meet an ex like this alone people i beg you, i got my mums bf to wait for him instead,and i prepacked his stuff so he couldnt possibly steal anything. When he saw my mums bf his aggressive pose he had at the door dropped away. He was suddenly polite and cordial and left with little fuss once received his things. Never meet an abusive ex alone.

After he left my life i found out he had gotten onto my computer that was a christmas gift and had wrecked it beyond usable it quickly broke and i lost everything on it. All my musc and pictures and works. My computer wa my escap and coping mechanism for depression and anxiety. Same as my music. Im still struggling in life around men due to this and my son is strugling to learn to speak still.

Please be careful and never cut out people from your life because a partner says so. Friends and family mean more than someone you just met.

#larissaloki #abusive relationships #life struggles

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We Are One I

“It’s times like these where I miss my space ship,” Orion huffed, sprinting after the girl with the back pack.

“Not much of a runner?” James teased pulling up next to Orion.

“You’re both stupid,” Fox huffed having snagged a bike. She sped past them with the spokes whirring. Skittering around a corner she disappeared.

“She’s not wrong,” Orion chuckled catching a glimpse of James’ offended expression.

“Shut up.” The red head glowered picking up the pace. Laughing, Orion kept up just barely. Turning about the corner they followed the glimpse of Fox’s jacket until they arrived on a side street. “Just up ahead. Looks like we got her.”

Orion nodded and tucked in behind James who was drawing his weapon. It happened suddenly and if Orion hadn’t completely eaten it on the asphalt he’d have died. Tripping off the curb and rolling to his feet he spotted an axe embedded in a street pole a foot away. “What the fuck?!”

Pausing James glanced back to check on his friend when he too saw the weapon. “What the-“

Orion drew his sword just as a girl came sprinting from an alley. She wrenched the axe free with ease and gave it a twirl.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Orion asked, pointing the tip of his sword at her.

“Here to pick up something valuable.”

“Which is...?” Orion arched a brow.

“Your head.” She shrugged. Orion barely had time to dodge the attack. Her axe swung about nearly chopping off his leg. Panic turned to instinct and his sword soon clashed against hers.

“Get Fox I’ll take care of this,” Orion frowned. James nodded and ran down the street occasionally glancing back at Orion out of concern.

“Freeze! Hands up!” James yelled, coming to a stop. The girl held her hands up in the air and James motioned Fox forward. She stripped the thief of her back pack and tossed it aside. “Don’t move alright? We don’t want to hurt you.”

“Right,” The girl snorted.

James holstered his weapon and approached with caution trying to seem as none threatening as possible. “Easy. We’re going to have to take you in okay?”

“James?” Fox glanced wearily to the right just as a snarling wolf leapt from a roof. The red head rolled to the side missing the slobbering jaws by an inch.

“Oh, what do you know. Luck does come my way.” The girl grinned lifting the hem of her shirt. What looked to have been a belt was in fact a whip. The end glittered with metal like claws. “Listen, I’d love to chat but I have a family to feed so I’ll be taking my leave.”

James kicked the bag away before the girl could retrieve it but his actions resulted in pain. Something rocked his side and sent him convulsing to the ground.

“We need back up!” Orion called over the comms breathing heavily. He’d caught a glimpse of the commotion just down the way. “Bring lots of it please.”

Just as he’d finished his sentence the girl’s axe arched downwards into his blade. Grunting he threw off the other weapon to plant a kick in her chest. Stumbling, she recovered with ease. “You’re good. I like a fight.”

“Yeah, well I like keeping my limbs.” Orion panted, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword. “Seems like our preferences aren’t compatible.”

“Unfortunate.” The girl shrugged.

“Figured you’d say something like that,” Orion nodded blinking sweat from his eyes. With a slight grunt of effort he charged.

“A wolf. In New York. Either I’m dead or I’m or stoned.” Fox breathed staring at the snarling creature with wide eyes. Never the less she focused back on the task at hand. With a flick of the wrists two long knives appeared in her hands. “Who wants to go first? Fur rug or runaway kid?”

“I’ll happily oblige.” Fox glanced over to the girl having been more concerned with the predatory beast. The moment she identified the weapon her heart leapt into her throat and her vision tunneled. “Not fond of this little thing?”

The girl seemed to understand the sudden aversion that had come over Fox. “Not fond of it either if I say so myself.”

James grunted grabbing the girl’s ankle and jerking her to the ground. He’d recovered from whatever had shocked him and was determined to get back into the fight, but as he grappled the thief to the ground he heard an angry snarl. From his peripheral James saw the wolf lunge.

It never hit him. The creature was knocked aside by a familiar black clad figure. “Oh look a cat and dog fight.”

“Shut up James,” Siyanda snorted. She studied the beast with care as it circled her with dripping drool.

“You have company!” Fox called intercepting a new addition to the fray before they could tackle the preoccupied princess. “Okay what the fuck is going on?”

It was like staring in a mirror. Well, if Siyanda was staring in the mirror. The face looking back at Fox was the same masked face as Siyanda’s. There was only one small difference: it was white.

“The princess is mine.” The new arrival spoke firmly to the wolf. Much to Fox’s surprise the wolf shrank back obeying the command.

“You have company on the roof.” Orion yelled, crashing backwards into a garbage can. He’d been decked by his opponent and thoroughly winded.

“Say no more children, uncle Nathaniel has been climbing up for some time now.” Nathaniel chuckled over the comms link.

“Oh good god,” James frowned.

Clambering out of the garbage, Orion faced the girl once more. He was running out of stamina and her strength confused him. No human was easily that strong. Shaking his head he let loose a flurry of attacks. It wasn’t until he kicked her firmly in the side that something weird happened. Her appearance flickered. So, naturally, he did it again. The facade vanished.

Staring back at him wasn’t a normal girl, but a girl with a green complexion, red-orange markings, and an uncanny resemblance to his uncle. “You-How....”

Orion’s faltering resulted in a swift knock to the head. He fell back into the garbage unconscious. James watched it all in amazement and the thief took the opportunity to elbow him in the face. Toppling to the side James clutched his nose while she scrambled free.

Siyanda slammed the white armored boy into he nearest wall. Pressing her arm against his throat she studied his masked face. A deep chuckle resonated from his throat. “You are indeed fierce.”

“You did it didn’t you?” She demanded.

“Did what?” He asked.

“You burned the sanctuary.”

“Mmm. Perhaps.” Though his face was covered Siyanda knew very well that he was smiling. “But I’ll be taking my leave too. I’ve had my fill for the day.”

“I’m not letting you go.” Siyanda hissed, applying more force to his throat.

“He will.” The boy pointed upwards and Siyanda followed his gaze. She tasted iron in the air before lightning struck the ground at her feet. She went toppling to the side just like the other boy. Disoriented she tried to chase after him but it was no use.

“Nathaniel. I thought you had the roof!” She wheezed.

“I thought so too.” Nathaniel grunted in reply. “He’s a human conductor.”

“Yeah I figured that out too.” Siyanda shook her head. Clambering back to her feet she turned expecting to see a wolf or green girl but everyone had vanished. All that remained were her friends.

“We need medical.” James spoke back to Head Quarters. “Lots of medical.”

— — —

“Why is it always your nose?” Alex worried, examining her brother’s bruised face.

“No idea.” He laughed. “I’m okay. Not the worst I’ve handled.”

“So tell me again what happened,” Steve frowned, pacing the room.

“Me too. I’m lost.” Tony sighed, lounging in one of the chairs in the medical bay.

Orion did his best to explain but every time he got too worked up his head would hurt and he’d have to pause. “It was the weirdest thing.”

“They were coordinated but not coordinated,” Nathaniel explained. “Somehow they all ended up in the same place at the same time. It’s like they were feeding off of each other’s objectives.”

“But the one guy-he knew you.” Fox frowned, gesturing to Siyanda.

“Yes,” Siyanda nodded, “he’s the reason Thalia and I came back much to my father’s insistence. Except it seems he’s followed us all the way here.”

“I hate to say it but that sounds like serious stalking commitment,” Sage snorted tossing Orion an ice pack.

“Thanks witchy.” Orion sighed.

“No problem bitchy.”

“What did he do exactly?” Steve asked.

“He burned the animal sanctuary. Workers and animals alike died without his caring at all.” Siyanda swallowed hard. “I think I know who he is but I can’t say for sure.”

“At least we know one motive.” Tony sighed, “That’s you princess panther. But that alien chick?”

“I-I dont know.” Orion stammered. “You’re going to think I’m crazy but she looked like my uncle. She looked like Drax.”

“But his family was wiped out.” Steve reasoned.

“Unless they weren’t.” Sage shrugged earning odd looks. “Okay, I know I sound like Penny and Enzo with their conspiracies but it’s logical. Drax as we know was one of the major fighters against those who infiltrated his home. If they didn’t kill him taking his kid would be huge collateral.”

“Maybe I’m not crazy. Maybe you are.” Orion teased.

“Hate to say it but she might have a point.” James winced, as Alex pressed ice to his face. “But we can’t be certain unless he sees her.”

“So what do we do? Use Orion as bait? He said she was keen on killing him. Maybe she’s a bounty hunter.” Fox proposed.

“What about the others though? The ones we don’t have connections to.” Nathaniel interrupted. “The wolf, the thief, and them lightning guy. It’s like, the wolf was protecting the thief. Like he didn’t want her to be arrested. At the same time the guy on the roof was watching it. Almost like he’d told the wolf to attack.”

“What’s this guy look like?” Alex asked.

“He was different. I don’t want to be offensive but the term is escaping me. He was extremely pale but he was African. He had the features and everything.” Nathaniel explained.

“Albino. It’s rare, but it does happen. I’ve seen it.” Siyanda pressed her lips into a thin line.

“What is it?” Alex asked, noticing Sage and Fox share a look. If those two were on the same page for once she knew it was something important.

“That’s the same boy who was guarding Max.” Fox explained.

“Are you saying Max is the wolf?” James arched a brow.

“Yes. Max can shape shift. It’s recent development. I only know because of the letter Enzo received and I read.” Sage crossed her arms chewing at her thumb nail in thought. “So we can conclude that those two are working together.”

“That doesn’t discern motive for any of this.” Steve sighed, running a hand trough his hair. “For now, just rest up. I’ll look into things a bit more. We just have to hope this was a coincidence.”

— — —

Max matched Killian’s stride. “We did good didn’t we?”

“Yes.” Killian nodded. “The police are responsible for handling crime like thievery. Not heroes. And from the sound of it she had good reason to steal.”

Max nodded in understanding, “where are we going?”

“To find the others.” Killian replied vaguely. He stepped into the musky bar and immediately locked eyes with the girl on stage. She was the thief. “We wait here for now.”

Killian slunk into the back room with Max in tow as the performance started. There he found a teenage boy and the green girl lounging on a couch. “So you did follow her.”

“What is your reason for coming?” The boy asked. “I need a place to stay. I figured a thief has many places to hide. It just so happens that she had the same idea.”

The boy gestured to the lizard like girl who regarded the new arrivals with cold eyes. “You know the Green Boy don’t you?”

“How do you know?” Killian asked.

“I can tell. You left him isolated from the fight. He would have overpowered him.” The girl nodded to Max.

“Them.” Killian stressed.

“My mistake.” The girl shrugged. “Them.”

“Yes.” Killian nodded. “You would be right.”

“Alright, what the hell is everyone doing here? Just because you saw me and we all got into a scrap with some feds doesn’t make this a group clubhouse.” The thief entered the room with a glare and a sharp tongue.

“I come with a business offer,” Killian replied calmly, “One I think many of you would be interested in.”

“Make it fast snowflake-“

“Do not call me that ever again.” Killian snarled, causing the lights in the room to flicker.

“My apologies, it’s been noted.” The thief replied sincerely taking a seat. “Now....what’s your offer?”

Each individual looked at Killian expectantly. With a small smile he began and with each sentence their interest piqued. “So, what do you say? Are you in or are you out?”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #phase3 #we are one

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