#Her cape may change one day

[natsvenom]

Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

[oflorelei]

My Problem is:

That it's a let down. Listen I am not mad or horrible dissapointed over that Radahn is there (although sigh i wished we would have gotten that Age of Abundance/Compassion man). I am not mad that he is apparently a puppets and that miquella is apparently the villain from the shadows. I'm mad that they hyped this DLC up so hard, using Miquella's character, which they know to be shrouded in mystery and HYPE, made it appear that we may have the chance to join him/get betrayed by him, made people belief he SPECIFALLY seeks out the tarnished or multiple tarnished at once (to help him?)- that he is the central figure of this DLC when he is not. And thats not an underestimation.

Miquella, most fearsome of the Empyreans, the 'father' of the Halligtree, beloved by near all, who "[...]wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. (There is nothing more terrifying.)" - does not even have his own bossfight.

No, he is basically just a cape for a boss we already fought to a DLC that costs 40€. He is in the promotion arc, he is said to be a central figure, he is said to be the fearsome empyrean of all. One thing he isnt? Apparently worth the time of day.

I am ok with Miquella being turned into a villain, I am not ok with Miquella being turned into a joke.

There were so so many roads they could have taken with him, he was PROMISING in every regard.

Want to make him a Villain? Fine the reason can be:

=> Manipulation/Enchanting for people to love him (to ensure someone will always look out for him)

-not absolutely evil per say- and it makes sense that someone who is stuck in the body of a child might want to count on many people rather then one person to protect them = it is his weapon to wield affection

- still takes away free will, even consent to some degree

=> Formless mothers influence

- do i even need to explain this one lmao

- already thousands of theories before this DLC thought that miquella might have been negatively influenced by her- especially when so many things in this Game revolve around blood and the power of it

=> "for the greater good" ahh ending

- 'the means justify the end' mentality (maybe even allign with the manipulation and enchanting)

-would be a similar situation to ranni and could mirror it- not the best but also not horrible

=> St. Trina is Miquella's Radagon

- Miquella splitting slowly with the golden order & turning his back to the easier path & planning behind the shadows to change how Things have been? Yeah maybe St. Trina could have been to Miquella what Radagon was to Marika (a guard dog, keeping her checked (sry but i genuinely believe Radagon returned bc Marika started to stray)).

-could also have explored how marika had to deal with it & her relationship to her other self => player could maybe decide who they wished to serve

=> the curse drives mad

- being stuck in the body of a child when you are a grown adult mentally is pure eldritch horror imo, it is not only physically but chances are high it could cause deeper psychological issues

- when grief drove marika mad it can drive miquella mad to that despite everything he does, being so prodigal, does not help and helplessness of it all too

- bc no one can help and no one can understand him

- he is stuck in a body that is his, and yet its the body of a past him, something he should have outgrown, something that belongs to the past- and (IMO) he can not fight truly in his body, not even to defend himself- having to constantly rely on people for your protection when you are an incredible independent creature? Horrible

- while not the most climatic- would it be truly unthinkable that miquella maybe just..gave up? That it drove him mad with grief to realize he spends his life searching for a cure that might not even exist?

- again thats more then a 'what if' then realistic like the rest of the list but i just love the horror adult mind child body

Want to make him a good guy? Fine the reason can be:

=> He is described so. He knew that he would be the next god & took responsibility.

- Miquella created the Haligtree, feed by his OWN blood (which takes far longer and more energy then just using bodies) or all that are rejected by the golden order, he is compassionate & kind. He is protective and by gods above he does want to help, he does break away from the golden order when he realizes they are not what they seem

-With ranni not wanting to become the successor and Malenia cursed with the rot it only leaves Miquella open, he would have been aware of it

- He is already a 'big' brother, caring for malenia, caring for all who were considered Misfits such as the Albinauric & Misbegotten, providing a sanctuary and hope

- Miquella is described as kind, as compassionate someone who basically does wish to bring a change and is ready to self sacrifice for the better

There are many more but guys im so so tired and need to nap. In short: its incredible to me how you can make a Character that had potential for all possible sides (good, evil, inbetween) so bland, his arc and journey feel like white toastbread, his relationship to his beloved sister malenia seems fake, he doesnt appear to be an adult trapped in a body of a child but as simply put an idiot who is all about "me me me me" & then doesnt even get a bossfight.

Im not mad it was written, i am made there was zero thought or reasoning put behind it, when there were so so many options to make it good. Its sorta fascinating that somehow no one likes this ending, not the Radahn Fans, Nor the Miquella or Malenia Fans..idk man. Having feelings about this.

Also im really bummed we didnt get a cutscene were the tarnished touches Miquella's arm to travel like- man.

Also sorry for the grammar/spelling or maybe even logic errors i just needed to vent ngl

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #22

Back in my day.

Imagine dis…

Alfred is a whole mystery to the Batfam that whenever he pulls out his shotgun we are in awe at this kickass badass British butler, on the other hand, we are always in the shadows of his past endeavors. We all knew he was a S.A.S. Armed Services, fighting in 15 different operations between ages 18 and 20. A skilled medical and front liner soldier who was decorated. He later joined MI5, as well as the secret forces of the Queen and later being knighted by Her Majesty.

He is silent as he comes by, he can out Batman the Batman despite Bruce learning from the greatest assassin of all time. He is calm, too calm for any situation to the point your subconscious asks if he had seen something wilder, more insane to consider an alien attack, a mutant crocodile attack every Tuesday is considered somewhat tame, or even the rise of global or universal threats that Alfred seemed to brush it off.

So, who is he?

…

Alfred Pennyworth had always been a mysterious figure. He had dedicated his life to serving the Wayne family and their caped crusader alter-egos as Bruce Wayne's loyal butler and the revered keeper of Wayne Manor. But Alfred had held a secret for decades, one that would finally come to light most unexpectedly.

Alfred was a teenager called Danny Fenton long before he donned the perfect suit and tie. He lived in the small town of Amity Park, which was riddled with secrets of its own. Danny was not your typical adolescent; he had a strange encounter with a ghostly gateway that had bestowed upon him unusual and otherworldly skills. He had protected Amity Park from vengeful ghosts and spectral threats thanks to his power to shift into a phantom hero known as Danny Phantom.

Danny had just recently been crowned as the crowned prince of the Infinite Realm a week after he had defeated the tyrant Pariah Dark who had attempted to rip off a space in the fabric of in-between just to suck in his little quaint town. It was determined by both the ancient and the Observants that it was better for him to finish his mortal life before he dawns on the crown, as he was still growing, he was still considered a baby ghost younger than Young Blood as his death was still recent.

But slowly the thoughts that he had kept behind his head are coming back to him. Jazz his beloved sister as well as the one who had raised her despite being a child herself who had no idea of raising a child, may analyze her all she wants but she could never sympathize nor connect with his inner thoughts of being one of the halfas. He died, he never really had the time to process it because he had to face the Lunch Lady just a few days after the accident. 

His friends, now looking at them closely, have seen that they both have some sort of guilt in their eyes. They both have seen him die amid the electrician, he can’t help but feel some sort of longing at the cemetery the north of Amity Park, he is too alive to have a grave yet too dead to be alive.

He thought he was getting there, changing the views of the people. To show the world that his kind is sentient but the people kept whispering. Shadows cast long by the looming specters sent chills down their spines. Every eerie wail or flicker of a ghostly presence filled them with dread. Their eyes widened in terror as the ethereal figures materialized before them. A hushed silence fell over the town when ghostly battles raged in the skies. Parents warned their children to stay indoors when the ghost alarms rang. Fearful whispers of the "Ghost Boy" circulated, both a hero and a phantom menace. 

The ghostly encounters left scars of fear etched in the minds of Amity Park's residents.

In the end, he was forced to leave his home dimension, why? It’s because the GIW have become more vicious more brutal at their hunting, With the sacrifice of both his friends and family they have shoved him into the portal, never to be seen again.

…

All bloodied and still injured he had landed in a period in the early 1900. He thought that he may have accidentally traveled back in time but when he saw too many conflicting events that he had learned during his high school days that didn’t happen during this time led him to believe that he had traveled a different dimension. Small ripples in the water created a tsunami of change in what he previously known as the past, when he was still in the streets gathering information, he had noticed that he landed in the middle of London during the early 1900s. Good enough that child labor laws are still not a thing so he can work with practically anyone without questions asked. The bad news is that his supposed great-grandfather's version in this dimension had already died, according to his family tree history during his science project in 4th grade his great-grandfather went to London to earn a few bucks before traveling back to America where he would meet his supposed great grandmother and have children. Since he died before he even went back to America the Nightgale-Fenton line died with him.

Luckily a barren couple took pity on him and took him in, since Danny can’t no longer bear his original last name, he embraced the new name from this nice couple who had taken him in. Danny may have felt guilty at the prospect or even the idea of replacing his family but he can’t help but think of it as a new beginning of his life. No one to hunt down his ghostly half, No GIW, and No fruit loop trying to turn him into his heir.

Alfred Pennyworth

During this time he did a lot of odd jobs, cleaning the inside of a chimney, mining, selling newspapers… etc. Sure, it was hard work and he can’t help but look at the children far younger than him taking in jobs far more dangerous just so they can shave something to eat. He can’t help but feel too blessed when he was back in his timeline. Warn food to eat under a sturdy roof to keep out the elements as well as education. Things that were too mundane, too common, that he now feels like a luxury. 

Over time he developed an accent as well as new mannerisms and vocabulary. 

So, when war broke out on the horizon his core ached at the notion of protection thus signed up in the military. 

Sure, he became the most feared soldier in the fields due to his using some of his ghostly abilities subtly. His enemies who stand in front of him call him The Vengeful Orphan, due to his avenging every soldier who seems to die at the hands of their enemies. 

Between the ages of 18 and 20, he served in the S.A.S. Armed Services, engaging in 15 different actions. A decorated medical specialist and front-line soldier. He then joined MI5, as well as the Queen's secret forces, and was knighted by Her Majesty.

…

As time passes by the ages, slowly but surely. He had already outlived his adoptive parents and friends of his. He still held the authority of being the officially crowned prince of the Infinite Realms. He had already explored the world experiencing the culture and history of this world.

At this time, he had already recovered enough ectoplasm to turn back to his ghostly prime and create a portal to the Infinite Realms. But something in him nagged, his core kept trying to tell him something when he was about to take a step inside the portal, but he didn’t seem to know why. His years as Phantom and Alfred Pennyworth taught him to listen to his guts, and it saved him multiple times, without looking back he stayed in this dimension until his mortal life perished.

It seemed that he didn’t have to find it for too long as he was approached by none other than Thomas Wayne with the preposition to be Wayne’s butler.

So, when little Bruce Wayne was born he couldn’t help but feel a little fond of the tyke. He reminded Bruce of himself when he was just a simple young boy before everything. When the fated, night came he tried to shield Bruce from everything, to have him resemble a somewhat normal life. 

That night he tucked in a teary-eyed Bruce into bed who had just witnessed his parent’s murder. He faced the ghosts of both Martha and Thomas who had been with the young master since the incident a few hours ago and tearfully promised the two ghostly couple that he would take care of Bruce. Both couples seemed to be in shock at their butler who had seen them but felt relief that their boy was in safe hands.

…

When his ward Bruce Wayne turned into a crime-fighting vigilante, he can’t help but softly snort at his outfit. Sure, he admits he had a worse outfit when he started as Phantom when he was just a young lad but he is willing to take anything other than a furry suit that fights crime at night. He has no right to criticize either since his alter ego is just him with an inverted color without a mask yet people seem to make no connection between him and Phantom, in his defense he is a young teen whereas Bruce is in his 20s. He just raised an eyebrow at his outfit and Bruce immediately changed the design to be a bit more sophisticated than just a Halloween costume of a bat.

…

So when Bruce starts to bring in orphans he can’t help but smile fondly as the manor is slowly filled with such joy from each child that seems to find a home in the large manor. He can't help but reminisce if this could have been his life if Vlad had learned to forgive Jack or if his parents and Amity Park just accepted him if the GIW didn’t exist. He thought one day when he was drinking tea with Jason, Jason who died and came back different, never broken. His grandchild who experienced his death in a slow yet painful way died and came back later. He knew there was something different with his grave but he chalked it up in being his ghostly sense sensing the ectoplasm around Gotham. He just wished he checked the grave even though it holds so much sentimental value to the dead. 

Don’t get him wrong the moment Jason came back to enact his revenge on B he was already aware something was in Gotham he just didn’t know at the time that it was Jason. He is more than happy to kill the Joker as he had taken mortal lives when he was serving the army but Bruce might notice and he still held fear at the idea of Dan.

After the entire revelation between his son and grandchild, he just welcomed back Jason into the manor as if nothing was wrong with the boy and prepared his favorite dish and snacks in the library whenever he visited.

…

Now it had been a long way since he entered this dimension, now the long table at the manor is filled with guests and children alike. His grandchildren are full of life despite what had life thrown at them. Dick was the first one to arrive and started, Barbara followed, Jason who took off the wheel, Tim with his brilliant mind with his worrying caffeine intake, Stephanie who fought with his father, Cassandra who started just to atone for the sin of killing her father yet became loyal and caring young lady and Damian who started to learn what humanity is like. Sure others had been emotionally adopted but all of them all have places in the manor.

…

His grandchildren as well as his pseudo son kept throwing him curious glances every time, He managed to seemingly appear behind them to notify them of dinner. He can also feel the envy of walking silently from the assassin-trained children. He can feel Bruce’s stare whenever he raises an eyebrow at some classified cases that are supposedly secured. He can hear their whispers as they exclaim to one another that he supposedly knew everything, of course, he knew everything the manor became his new haunt after a few years.

…

He already raised an eyebrow at the simultaneous alarm from every vigilante at the dinner table but imagine his surprise when he joined in looking over the Bat computer as Oracle barked out orders and instructions, as a familiar opponent showed itself.

A green glowing monster is wreaking havoc throughout Gotham it came from Central City and marched its way here to Gotham which became even more powerful due to the ectoplasm in the air. There is already notable damage from both cities as the rest of the heroes seem to work together to evacuate and stop the creature. The JLD attacks seem to have some effect but it was useless due to its minions that kept them occupied. Oracle is so focused on the situation and doesn’t notify their pseudo grandfather to disappear from behind her.

…

The entire JL is starting to feel hopeless as the green creature seems to raze Gotham as if the stone road is made out of water. Every magician and heavy hitter have been called but no one was able to put damage to the creature.

When all hopes seemed lost, they all heard a loud bang from a shotgun.

Alfred Pennyworth is standing on top of a rubble of concrete and metal, the butler of Batman, the pseudo father, and grandfather of the entire bat clan, also known as Agent A. Carrying his signature shotgun and a thermos that seems to strap to his hip like a belt. 

He kept firing round after round from his trusty old shotgun and pausing for a second to reload. He glanced at the heroes around and seemed to raise an eyebrow at the absolute massacre that he had just done to the creature’s minions.

As he paused to take another reload, he paused at movement and looked at the space in front of him and waited. The creature appeared roaring out in fury but seemed to pause the moment it laid eyes on Alfred. The creature seems to shake with uncertainty and fear. Every vigilante and hero present could see its eyes growing wide from shock and fear as well the cold sweat as Alfred raised an eyebrow at the creature as he slowly walked towards the creature with annoyance with every step.

Some heroes who had enhanced hearing could hear Alfred muttering about, back in his day blob ghosts were these cute and harmless things but now some up-start wannabe newly formed one seems to think he is all hot shot. 

He proceeds to scold the creature as if he had just caught one of his grandchildren sneaking their hands on the cookie jar and proceeds to take out the thermos and effectively catch the creature. As if the one responsible for the mess never existed in the first place.

Now the bat clan has rules when they are in the manor or the presence of Alfred and one of those rules is that there will be no swearing when he is around, but there is one word that seems to resound from each hero's mind.

What the fuck just happened?!?!

…

Now as you know I started to post less, now it is both from writer’s block and class being in the way.

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[ewingstan]

I do wonder how much the perception of cape culture in the fandom would have changed if Wildbow hadn’t made the story so Brockton Bay centric.

The story of Worm (and Ward to an extent) has alluded to the fact that Brockton Bay is notably an exception when it comes to cape violence and brutality, with Taylor shocked that a Ward she met had 3 fights in 6 months. And how several Wards and Rime had no idea what she was talking about in regard to “counting coup”.

We see this with Victoria too, when she’s shocked about the Majors not seeing any action in 6 years and Tristan being overwhelmed with the amount of violence in the Fallen Raid despite being a hero for a few years himself. Foil also mentions how most of her career was really calm until March would occasionally poke her nose in things.

Mal posted some Ward updates! While I understand her pov, I do disagree with her:ilebow has also stressed, pre-Ward, that Brockton Bay was not indicative of the wider cape scene as a whole but rather a domino of things going wrong due to outside factors.

If Wildbow had extended interludes to show the dynamics of other, average, cape cities or had Taylor be in a city where things were so much calmer that she found it disturbing… well, it’s hard to say how things would change, but I think it would have made it far more clear that Taylor and Victoria’s life experience should not be applied across the board.

Or maybe nothing would have changed. Just spitballing an idea based on your let’s read so far.

Brockton Bay may be exceptional to an extent. But maybe just in the sense that it had so much happen to it before it was abandoned. Madison and Ellisburg only needed one bad day. Several countries in Worm were just straight-up destroyed.

The Bay may have been a notably large hub of nazi capes. But they were part of an internationally-connected network of capes with similar agendas. Hell, the Fallen mostly operated outside of Brockton Bay. Most of the exceptionally violent groups like the Fallen, the Slaughterhouse Nine, Heartbreaker, the Teeth, etc. were roaming problems. Yes, Brockton was unique in that it was hit by all of them, but the world was full of those types of groups. There were similar groups of enough importance on a world stage to get an invite to the cauldron meetings that we only get the barest details of.

But the most important thing is that the low-level fights Victoria's specifically nostalgic for was itself always worse than she's remembering. It wasn't a bunch of kooky characters clashing with straightmen heroes. It was a bunch of very desperate people trying to survive in a system that found them either expendable or better off dead. Even without all the specific things that hit Brockton Bay, Rachel probably would've ended up in the birdcage. Victoria would've kept relying on Amy to fix up the crooks she broke, assuming she never ended up accidentally killing someone. Both of them would continue living under the crushing responsibility and isolation that came with their cape personas. Vista would've ended up as maladjusted as a marketable celebrity child soldier would always end up being. People like Dinah and Lisa would keep being hunted for their skills by more powerful forces. The Taylors of the world would keep getting bullied, the Mr. Gladlys would keep looking away. The rot would be same.

[girlactionfigure]

melissaschapman

Not all heroes wear capes. Since October 7th, we've heard stories of heroes who sacrificed their lives for others, stories of our brothers and sisters who lost their lives to Hamas terrorists, and stories of brave soldiers who have been fighting for months to bring a feeling of safety and security to the people in Israel. But there's a group of people whose story seems to have been lost along the way. These are the thousands of injured over the past eight months. Many of these people's lives have changed forever; many will not be able to walk again. Ironically, because they survived, they've been forgotten. But these are the ones who need our support the most in order to fight the battle of recovery. So I will highlight the story of Mishel Rukavitsin, an observation technician stationed at the Kissufim base, who was critically injured on that dark day. Despite what she's gone through, she will not give up. Miraculously, she survived her grave injuries and is now in the process of rehabilitation. Mishel, you are a hero! You are strong and brave. May God bless you with a complete recovery, physically and emotionally, and may you live a happy and healthy life. ❤️

[wildglitch]

I feel like Billy and Charlie would really get along! They both believe that people can change and they dedicate their lives to making life better for others! They also have a LOT of responsibilities that they may or may not be completely prepared for. I often listen to Charlie’s songs and imagine Billy in her place

Billy:...

Charlie:...

Billy: Wanna switch places for a da-

Charlie: YES! IM SO TIERD!

Billy: MET TOO! I NEED A BREAK! And, Its not cause I think your job is easy or anything

Charlie: Nooooo no no no. Its just a

C&B: Change of pace.

C&B: Exacally!

Charlie: So dose that mean I can wear the cape?

Billy: Only if I get to wear the suit!

Cue Billy and Charlie switching jobs for a day cause this is what those workaholics consider a break. Charlie steals the cape and boots from Billy and Billy is given a Mini version of her suit.

Charlie spends her day relaxing and having fun in Fawcett city, littrally falling inlove with the place and how nice it is. The day they switch also just so happens to be a meeting day on the watch tower, so Charlie being her cheerful jolly self just goes up there with out a second thought. Safe to say she might have freaked them out a bit with her...everything. But after seeing her blinding smile they realized that she was just Cap with a diffrent font. Understanding that Cap is just on "vacation" and that technically so is she, they decide to make the most of it with her. Batman secretly loves her cause she is so focused and not distraced. Plus the fact she answerd all his questions didnt hurt.

Bruce: She did all if the paper work Clark! Its wasnt even hers!

Billy on the other hand is having the time of his life in hell, Taking comand of the hotel and just being a general gremlin. He's takes his job seriously and he has the magic to boost it. He is a menece to the hotel and the chaotic ones are loving it. The more dead inside ones are hiding under the bar waiting the day out with the booz. Hes getting people suprise therapy setions and is causing mental breakdown after mental breakdown. But like, in a good way? The demon are so confused, scared, and miss Charlie? What is after life. He has already made Lucifer cry 7 times and its only 8am :D

Billy: Al help! I made him cry again!

Al: Ata boy Billy!

Billy: I need him to stop!

Al bating up his cane: It will be my pleasur

Billy: Al wait! No no no no no!

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

so 96% of you wanted to see me do a redesign of mermista. and while i can draw, i've been stuck in an art block so i opted to just draw over her current design. i don't hate all of it so i'm not changing everything.

let me go through the complaints i do have about her design.

first off, she does not look like royalty in the slightest. she just looks like some girl who likes the color blue. even the gold accents don't really help. i'm not saying she has to walk around in a gown and tiara but at least add something to her design to indicate that she's a princess?

secondly, those clown shoes are NOT IT. who even thought of that? they look uncomfortable and ridiculous, and doesn't make sense for her character design.

those sleeves/armor (??? i honestly don't know what those are) and gold gauntlets also do not look practical in the slightest. they look like they'd be a hindrance for a swimmer. and guess what, she still has them in her mermaid form.

the OG mermista design wasn't the greatest but at least it looked like she could swim comfortably.

so my objectives were:

give her outfit a more streamlined look so it would make sense for her powers

make her look like actual royalty and not some girl with a cool color palette

expand more on the indian-inspired design and reflect that in her usual outfit, instead of putting her in a saree-inspired dress for one episode and calling it a day (i say saree-inspired because it's not really a traditional saree, but more like a modern and slightly western rendition)

i made two versions of her redesign - one with a dupatta and one without. the dupatta, i understand, could be a hindrance in certain situations but i just wanted to give an example of how to take inspiration from a culture instead of just using it for brownie points. a dupatta is something indians would wear with their casual attire, mostly with salwars, unlike sarees which are generally reserved for special occasions (there are sarees that are casual wear, but they're still not the most convenient).

secondly, i gave her a headwear inspired from desi wedding attire and older indian tiaras. mind you, indian tiaras themselves are a lot more complex and beautifully crafted, but 1. it would take me ages to draw all the details and 2. i figured mermista would go for a simpler look, especially when she's not at her palace. also, while indian headwears are usually made with gold and jewels, i gave mermista's headwear pearls because.. pearls, oysters, ocean. mermaid vibes.

i changed the shoes and gave her a pair that are inspired by water shoes. i know that she would transform into a mermaid while swimming anyway, but these still look more comfortable without serving clowncore.

i replaced her gold accents with silver because the gold doesn't really mesh well with the teal, in my opinion. while indians are known for their love of gold, a lot of people nowadays opt for silver, because it is less expensive and more compatible with casual wear.

i highlighted the fishscale pattern in her outfit since you could barely see them in the original.

i gave her a bindi and the necklace that 80s mermista wore, as a tribute to the OG show, and the design is complete. i know that some of these may not be the easiest to animate but if they could animate perfuma's cape thing, entrapta's hair and a hundred different outfits for catra; this design is just child's play.

let me know what you think of the redesign and if you want me to do the same for the other characters!

[ninjagood4]

I'VE BEEN WANTING TO INTRODUCE HIM TO YOU FOR SO LONG

He's the main antagonist Future of the Past, a bandit leader nicknamed Scavenger. Right now I'm planning to make some changes to the clothing, but the final one should be something similar to the current one (I might just do a red cape to match the dragon’s flag).

I named this character Scavenger because of his character: he is cruel, greedy and a skillful manipulator, looking for prey in everything and disregarding others. He has many murders and robberies behind him, which he decides to do in a split second. He will put up with a man well as long as he obeys him. Using the people of the Valley of Mountain Lights as an example: he occupied the valley 16 years ago before the events of FotP, this led to casualties and looting (and he was the one who killed Kim, Agatha's childhood friend), then intimidated the people and made a small compromise: people would periodically give up items and food in return for the Scavenger not touching them, but created boundaries and his own rules around the village. Also, if you read Leo's backstory, it was the Scavenger who trapped him, and to this day, because of the scar on his paw, the enemy knows Leo is his trophy. The fact that he doesn't touch Leo is a goodwill gesture to Agatha for once killed her friend. In fact, he gave Agatha Leo as a gift, but he has no trouble taking the gift away….

He will keep the ninjas captive for the first season, using them for his own purposes. I also previously talked about the conflict between him and Lloyd. The Scavenger will manipulate Lloyd, who, under his influence, will help to get the last key to Death. And you may notice a scar on the Scavenger's face, in the same place as Lloyd's. I won't reveal the plot of one of my favorite parts of the novel, but it's the Scavenger who will give him the scar. Lloyd, Agatha and Leo will be the first to go up against his regime, but even Agatha would have given up if she hadn't found the ninja, Lloyd won't stop opposing him and so there will be a tense conflict between him and the Scavenger in which the enemy will try to break Lloyd's already faltering spirit throughout the season.

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

Maybeee...

Role swap au but instead of being like villains being heroes and heroes being villains is heroes and their respective rogues changing places with ANOTHER set of heroes and rogues (main example: Batfam & Superfam)

My main idea would be the batfam being avians instead of aliens, or maybe something with wings or bird/bat-like

I LOVE THIS, MASKEDANON.

Batfam being avian's amazing, and just to make sure Tim sticks out more, I'll make him a flightless avian compared to the others who can all fly.

So let's deep dive further into what type of species of winged creatures that might be.

Bruce: I went with Flying Fox due to them having one of the biggest wings, so instead of a cape, Robins hides under his wings, but the wings are purposefully designed to be mistaken for a cape, as well as in civilian life he has some magic item that hides their wings.

Dick: I didn't go with the typical Dick is a Robin but a cockatiel since these small, affectionate birds are easy to train and love interacting with people.  They are great for families with children.

Jason: Red-tailed black cockatoo Birds are known for representing strength and resilience, but I've also heard they are an omen of bad luck.

Tim: Junin flightless grebes are known for their transformation and survival yet somehow are a critically endangered species.

Steph: just a regular cockatoo whose symbolism represents happiness, success, and fulfilment

Cass: a blackbird, not just because I thought it would be funny since, you know, black bats Is her vigilante name, but because blackbirds can represent transformation, rebirth, and wisdom.

Duke: Rainbow lorikeets can represent freedom and fun.

Damien: The oilbird is probably one of the closest birds to being a bat that isn't. They spend their days in darkness, resting deep inside caves and sometimes thick trees.

Now Superfam I imagine they are all humans, which is tricky because they don't have the resources to do a lot.

However, Clark is known to be an amazing investigative journalist, though not on the same level as Bruce.

But being an investigative journalist allows him access to areas most can't, so he uses both civilian identity and vigilante to get what he wants. he still goes by Superman or maybe even Superhuman.

He's a farm boy. His body is still going to be rather buff and strong, and most of his stuff is off the grid because that's how he was raised, so he spent a lot of time either fixing or building stuff, so it's not a stretch that he's able to go to the local scrap yards or other farmers and build his vigilante gear, which may be similar to the fist thingy in Arcane that Vi has.

Also, with the whole rogues changing places, is that with other villains?

If so, having the Joker be Superman's villain, maybe instead of Jason dying, we go similar to the Injustice universe, where Lois's death is the result of the Joker, instead of Clark killing her. Maybe he's tricked into going to the wrong building that doesn't have her in it, and the building his wife is in is destroyed; he tries to kill the Joker but is stopped by Batman.

Batman VS Lex Luthor: You could have Bruce use his knowledge and money to constantly stop a lot of Lex's dangerous plans.

There's no Kryptonite because Bruce isn't a Kryptonian, but Lex Luthor tries, in his words, to clip their wings and is one of the few to realise the cape isn't a cape and that's how he's getting around so fast.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3

[bewarethewolfarmy]

Things Better Unshared

(A follow-up to A Celebration for Two partially because so many people seemed to have liked it and partially because I happen to have had one of those days. And yes what is described in this story is how I suffer through migraines, which I get on occasion (I am a chronic headache sufferer though). My friend Ash, may her soul rot in the shared POTO hell we are destined for, technically gave me this plot bunny when I told her about my migraine today so hope you guys at least enjoy)

Erik was 1000% certain that you were angry at him or something and thus already rehearsing a thousand different apologies, with flowers and music and begging and crying. Actually he was already crying because again he was more than absolutely certain that you were very much angry at him.

Admittedly he was not sure why you would be mad at him though. He had not killed anyone recently, or honestly at all in the time since you told him you loved him to now and he had sort of wanted to, especially when it came to those guys who sometimes talked to you and especially that one who had actually tried to ask you out and that was certainly not acceptable in any way. But he had held himself back, remembering how murder was one of Those Things that had made Christine run from him and that you had indeed told him that you did not want him hurting anyone. What helped him to remember and internalize it was that you had voiced it as a worry that he would be hurt or taken away from you if he did anything like murder someone again and thus made it into how much you cared about him, and Erik could never bring himself to do something that could upset someone who was willing to say they loved him. He also had been holding back his wish to make you a star and trying to convince you to that effect, and he'd behaved himself with the operahouse managers and he'd even tried to do nice things for them like fix up broken props and ripped costumes. He'd loved listening to you giggle as you had recounted to him how the other performers were convinced they had some sort of guardian angel running around, a nice change from the story of the Phantom; he didn't care about their thoughts and feelings about the situation as much as he loved to know you were happy about it. And actually he was also certain you had been happy just the night before, kissing him gently goodbye before having to return to your usual days in the choir.

Yet he knew you had to be angry at him because why else would you be acting so strange? You were listless and not really talking to anyone, grimacing and holding your hands over your ears as if hating the sound of music that as always filled the operahouse. He'd only been doing his usual thing, watching over you when you couldn't physically be together, and had been looking forward to watching rehearsals, but you had this strange unhappy look on your face and he was certain it was because something was wrong and of course to his mind the only thing that came to him was that you were upset with him and thus he needed to figure out how to fix things. He couldn't bear to have you upset and now he just had to wait until everyone else left and you were alone so he could try to see if he could get to you. You'd already snapped at a few people who tried to bother you though and Erik was now just fiddling with everything he could get his hands on, his cape, some rope, a broken piece of furniture, his scarf, feeling more and more anxious.

It all came to a head as some lights went on and you practically winced, turning away. But not fast enough for your angel, attentive as he was, saw the tears in your eyes and his heart fell like a ton of stones into his stomach. He watched you slip away into a room, getting away from everyone and everything as if to flee, and finally he decided enough was enough. Quickly he made his way there, slipping through passages and hidden ways, through an opening in the wall of that room to grab you.

You flinched, you never flinched with him, and his heart raced to think he might have hurt you, but you looked at him, squinting and then buried your face in his chest. His mind raced but you whimpered and in a small voice, weak and unsteady, spoke, “It hurts so much...”

You were in pain? Physical pain? He didn't understand at first but you clung to him and he instinctively wrapped his cape around you, holding you and feeling all the more panicked.

“What hurts?” He felt so confused; he had been so sure you were.

“It's too loud, too bright, please.” You pleaded, in that sad trembling voice. And Erik, Erik never could reject a request, not from you.

It was easy enough for him to bundle you up and carry you away; walking corpse he might be, he was still strong and you fit so easily in his arms. If the surface was too loud, too bright, too anything, then he would just take you back to his home, to the darkness, to the quiet. He had no hesitation, especially as your arms looped around his neck and held onto him and lord did that make Erik want to know what was so wrong so much faster.

He did his best to bring you back though the rowing of the boat was made a little harder by the fact that you still didn't let go even in the boat. But at the same time he wouldn't complain; you were close to him, you were there in his arms, how could he possibly complain when you were right where he loved to have you so much. And you didn't seem to be angry or upset with him at all but he still didn't know what was wrong and that was somehow even worse because you said it hurt and that things were too much and he hated seeing you in pain, not to mention cry because of it.

The dim lighting of candles and the silent peace of his home by the lake seemed to bring you some peace though still you held to him. He carried you inside and took you to the bed, the easiest to keep holding you; that was what he wanted, that's what you seemed to want, and he curled around you somewhat awkwardly. He wasn't used to being the big spoon, he wasn't used to being the comforter instead of the comfortee; he still didn't know what was wrong and that was starting to make him feel panicked the longer you were silent and clinging so tight.

“Erik's sorry, please tell us how we can help,” he half whined, having brought you this far but having no idea what to do was starting to lose himself to his usual concerns, “Songbird, please, you're worrying Erik, please.”

“My head....”

“Your head?”

“It hurts so much, Erik, it feels like a needle in my eye, like sharpness in my skull, radiating back and forth and back and forth but only part of me, only part of my skull.” Your voice was small, so small, smaller than you, smaller than anything. “I can't focus, I can't see, and everything just makes it worse: the light, the sounds, movement, eating, I can't think about anything but how much it hurts. It all just compounds and makes it throb more.”

Oh. He realized, recognizing what you meant. “Do you see lights, ones that are not truly there, whether after looking at light for a second or simply out of nowhere?”

You nodded without word. He bit a swollen lip. “Then it must be hemicrania, migraine. Erik too has suffered such; the pain is....”

Impossible to truly describe, he knew that well. To think you too were undergoing such pain, unexpected, unwanted, unfair; he could not remember days in which he had one, for the pain took most memory and reality with it, leaving only the haze of existence and the depths of emotional and physical voidness. But he could remember pain, sharp, centralized at first before moving along the divide of his head; for him it was always the right side, the same as his deformity, and maybe it was connected but it never truly mattered. The pain was what did and your pain, that you too had to feel it, was what he cared about.

You whimpered again, a meek sound more suited to a child than the beautiful soul you were to him but he held you close and did what he had always wished someone had done for him in such a state: he covered your head in his cape, kissed you upon the head and spoke in the softest whisper he could muster, “You will be alright, songbird, I promise you.”

“I just want to sleep,” you mumbled.

“Then sleep you shall.”

“I should eat though.”

“Are you hungry?” You shook your head; he was not surprised. Appetite seemed to flee from the pain of the half skull. “Then do not force yourself. Rest; I will blow out all the candles and you will slumber and once you feel hungry then I will make sure to bring you all the best things to help you recover but it would worry me all the more if you had to suffer what happens when you force yourself to eat when your mind is such pain.” Though he'd be ready to hold your hair back and gently rub your back, wipe away your tears and give you water to clear the taste from your mouth. Still he never wished that suffering on you, any of this.

“Erik....” You clung tighter and he kissed you again. How strange it felt to be the one to give the gentle kisses, the love, the care; normally you were the one to comfort him and he had been so prepared to cry and beg your forgiveness before but now he knew what was really going on and all he wanted was to hold you and take all your pain away.

He took off his cape to keep you covered but found it hard to get you to let go of him. Normally he would have been delighted by this, he was before, but in light of what was going on.... “Songbird, sweet love, I need to get up.”

“Please don't leave me, it hurts so much.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears again and how he hated it, loathed your pain.

It was his turn to whimper, because he was nothing if not weak to you and your pleas, but he had to be strong to some degree and he kissed away your tears. “My beloved songbird, I promise I will return as quick as I can, but I need to darken the room for you, all for you I promise. That way you needn't hide under my cape while you rest.”

Another whine from you but he did manage to break free enough to get up. You curled into a ball, a sad weak ball, and he was quick to move, snuffing out each candle, plunging the room into utter darkness. But he was used to darkness, he had lived in it for years, and to him you were like a beacon in the night anyway; he would always find his way back to your side. He settled into bed beside you again and pulled you close, stroking your hair as you clung once more to him. In the darkness all that could be heard was breathing, yours slightly labored as your body had a hard time adjusting to the pain; he started to hum, softly, careful of all sharp notes, careful of being too loud; it was even and gentle, a lullaby he made up on the fly. But slowly, surely you started to slip off into something resembling sleep and he knew this by the way your grip loosened, your breathing evened, you relaxed from tension you never even knew you'd been holding from the pain.

All the while the phantom held you, humming his slow warm melody, and wishing for all the world he could do more to make you, his beloved songbird, never feel such pain now or ever again.

[whynotshaveme]

The Contract With Mr. Razor

For many years, Samantha Danielson had boring hair. It was chestnut brown, and she kept it no shorter than her shoulders but no longer than her breasts. One late night, while browsing through the Craigslist gigs section, she stumbled upon the ad that would change her life: “Seeking a woman to shave bald. Must be willing to keep head shaved for one year.”

Intrigued, Samantha clicked for more details. The author was a man who went by Mr. Razor, who outlined his desires in elaborate detail. He sought a submissive woman that, once shaved bald, would follow a strict contract to maintain her baldness or face dire consequences. There would be no money or sex involved. After days of deliberation over emails, Samantha agreed to his terms.

The day came for the initial shaving. It would be early in the morning. Mr. Razor would be meeting Samantha, who he called promiser samantha, at the barbershop. He sent a car to bring her there. The barbershop was a small old-fashioned barbershop at the heart of the city.

Mr. Razor and the barber, an older man, exchanged a few words before the barber motioned for Samantha to take a seat in the waiting chair. As she sat down, Mr. Razor stood beside her, his phone posed to capture the moment as her hair came off.

The barber draped a cape around Samantha. "Where do you find these women, boss?" he asked.

Mr. Razor laughed. "Craigslist. This one isn't as pretty as the last one, but, still, it's going to be fun having her under my thumb for a year. I suspect that she may not be able to resist trying to break the contract."

The barber laughed. Then he turned on the clippers. Samantha stayed silent as their buzz filled the room. The first pass of the clippers sent long strands of brown hair cascading to the floor. Samantha watched as her identity as a free woman seemed to fall away with each stroke. Her cheeks burned in shame and arousal.

"Oh, look at her now," said Mr. Razor, "what a downgrade in looks."

“Yeah, she definitely needed that hair,” the barber said with a chuckle. “Oh well! But I guess that’s what you wanted, huh? Another bald bitch?”

Mr. Razor smiled. "One of many."

After the clippers did their job, the barber applied shaving cream to Samantha’s scalp and shaved her smooth. She remained still the entire time, fearful of the straight razor. Once the barber finished, he rubbed her head vigorously with a clean white towel and then massaged a little bit of baby oil into her scalp to give it a shine. Samantha hardly recognizing the bald woman looking back at her.

“Look at you,” Mr. Razor taunted, slapping her bare scalp. “I know that you want to hide under a wig until you grow back your hair, but that's not allowed, promiser samantha. You signed a legally binding contract to look this way for an entire year. No matter how ugly you ended up.”

Samantha’s heart pounded with a mix of humiliation and excitement. “I understand, Mr. Razor,” she managed to say.

Over the next few months, Samantha adhered strictly to the terms of her contract with Mr. Razor, sending every Monday photos of her freshly shaved head and a self-attestation that she didn't wear wigs to cover her bald head, just caps and scarves. Every time that she sent in this documentation, she would reward herself by furiously masturbating afterwards. But five months in, life got hectic, and, one Monday, she forgot.

The following evening, there was a knock on her door. Samantha opened it to find Mr. Razor standing there, a briefcase in hand. He didn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes conveyed his displeasure. She knew what was coming. Punishment.

“You forgot,” Mr. Razor said, “You know what that means, promiser samantha.”

Samantha let him in, and he set up his briefcase on the kitchen table, motioning for her to sit down. From his briefcase, he took his phone and a tripod. Her punishment would be recorded for his pleasure. Then he took out a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream. “You knew the consequences, promiser samantha of the first missed Monday because it was spelled out in our contract,” he said coldly. “No eyebrows for the rest of the year.”

Samantha did know. She allowed him to smear shaving cream over her eyebrows and shave them off. I agreed to follow the contract, she thought, trying to not to cry, every part of it. I am not a free woman. When he was done, he pulled out a mirror from his briefcase. Samantha stared at her new reflection. Oh, she thought, the tears finally escaping, I'm even uglier now.

“Why are you crying? You brought this on yourself.” Mr. Razor said sternly.

She felt a surge of arousal at his harsh words. “I did, Mr. Razor. Thank you for reminding me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“For the rest of the year, no eyebrows,” he reminded her, “and don't miss another Monday, or the laser hair removal treatments will have to begin."

Samantha shivered in anticipation. "Yes, Mr. Razor."

(Note: Inspired by today's conversations!)

[snurtsnurtcreations]

The Fisherwoman Pt 4

Call of duty pirate au outline part 4 (links: part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pirate captain Soap x Former navy officer now pirate first mate Ghost x fisherwoman reader

Welcome to my most recent brainworm :D Enjoy!

Warnings: uuhhh fights

What happened was the HMS Force, Captain Price’s ship, breached the pirate ship and took no prisoners. They were surprised to find Mrs. Shepherd on board, and she begged them to get help for the poor girl that had kept her company all this time. Upon seeing that the woman on the ground was, in fact, alive, they took you to the on-board medic, who did his best to help seal up the wounds. Certainly not as bad as it could have been, they must have only gotten her with it a few times, he deduces.

You come to once during the night, moaning in pain, but fall back unconscious quickly.

When you wake again, you suck in a sharp breath as you gain a crystal clear observation of your surroundings. There are unfamiliar voices outside the door. You are laid out on your stomach on a cot, dressed in a man’s shirt and pants. On edge, you force yourself to sit up, back stiff and mercilessly throbbing in pain. A hesitant hand reaches back to brush along your back, feather-light, and you hiss at even that sensation as your fingertips come into contact with bandages.

You recoil as the door opens, an unfamiliar group of men casually walking in and pausing when they see you’re awake. You stare at them wide eyed.

“Oh, you ought not to be up right now.” One of them says. Gentle though his words may be, it sets you off like a trigger.

You scramble up to grab something to defend yourself, and quick as snap you’re holding up a metal pan that once held medical supplies but now looks ready to send someone to the medic.

“Woah! Woah, let’s calm down there.” A dark-skinned man with a bandanna covering the top of his head puts his hands up placatingly, “My name’s Kyle Garrick.” He patiently explains that he is a soldier in the Royal Navy, that they rescued you and your mistress from pirates, that you’re on the HMS Force, under Captain Price’s command, that you’re safe here, and they’ll get you home.

He introduces the man that spoke earlier as the doctor of the ship He’s been treating your wounds for the past couple days that you’ve been unconscious. No one has done anything untoward during your stay here, and it was Mrs. Shepherd who changed you into a sailor’s spare clothes.

You relax minutely but demand to see Mrs. Shepherd, for your own peace of mind. The last sailor that hadn’t been introduced is sent to go fetch her. In the meanwhile, you tentatively ask the doctor about the state of your back.

He explains that it seems to be on course to heal quite nicely, two, maybe three weeks, tops. There will naturally be some scarring, but it’s hard to tell to what extent as of yet. He offers you a drink to help with the pain, but you politely decline.

Mrs. Shepherd bursts through the door, babbling on and on about how worried she was and how good it is to see you awake and how she thought for certain that pirate would go easy on you but all pirates are the same, scoundrels the whole lot of them, and on and on she goes.

You listen patiently, now much more relaxed since it seems the sailors were true to their word - even if they did still think you were a serving girl for the lady. Perhaps it is safer this way. The sailors excuse themselves and let the women a moment to themselves.

You pick out bits and pieces of information through Mrs. Shepherd’s rant  about the state of the ship and the food and the stink of the men-! You learn that Captain Price’s crew had just happened upon the pirate ship and decided to take it out on a whim, as fortune would have it. The ship was originally a mission to eliminate a different pirate captain. Despite the sudden civilian addition, the ship stays its course to the Cape of Good Hope.

Now that rang an urgent bell in your head because that's where Mrs. Shepherd had claimed, some weeks ago, the trap would be set for the pirate captain Soap. Could it really be that some convoluted luck would send her directly to them? Is this the very crew that are meant to be the ambush?

You spend the next couple weeks healing aboard the ship. You’re initially guarded around the sailors, but you soon realize they are just men like any other, simply sailors fulfilling their duty. You cannot hold onto any resentment against them, not when Kyle offer you a meal everyday to make sure you eat something. Not when a sailor, just barely grown, always makes sure to politely take off his cap when greeting the ladies. Not when the men gather round during dinner, telling stories of their wives and children waiting at home. The bushy faced captain is kind, though gruff. And the crew are jolly and respectful, though dutiful.

They board in the Cape of Good Hope, and set the women up in a respectable inn, with a sailor as chaperone for the time being. Mrs. Shepherd, nosy as she is, asks all about the plan her husband had cooked up. The sailors points out a wealthy beach house a ways out, and explains that the pirates would be lured here thinking that they would catch General Shepherd off guard on vacation, but instead, Captain Price’s crew will be waiting there for them.

“Don’t they have a crew of their own, isn’t there a fair chance they might beat you even with your advantage?” You ask, genuinely curious, and partially trying to convince yourself they would be fine.

“Don’t say such things!” Mrs. Shepherd gasps, scandalized, “Our boys will surely be victorious.”

The sailor shrugs.

“There’s always teh chance, but.” He pauses, looks around. Then lowers his voice, “You didn’t hear from me, but I swear, Captain’ Price must have known Ghost before he was a pirate. He knows how his brain works.”

And that was certainly an interesting piece of information, but you can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t adding up. For how adamant the General had been that the pirates would be dead, there seemed to be too much left to chance here. What if the HMS Force had been held up at sea? What if somehow, the ambush doesn’t work?

Somehow, Mrs. Shepherd had needled her way into getting a tour of the make believe vacation house she would have stayed at in the scenario. The sailor relented, but he was quick with the tour. Living room here, bedroom there, kitchen, bathroom, moving on-

But an odd pattern started emerging for you as they went room to room. You had almost thought it was a fishing line when it had first caught your eye, and you had to do a double take. But no, it was a write behind that cabinet. In the next room, another along the frame of the bed. Another pressed into a crack in the floor. The further you went, the harder you had to look for them, the more convoluted the hiding spots were.

As the sailor hurries them back out of the house, you catch one last wire stretched around the porch at the back of the house and out of sight. It was hardly visible, only found because you were looking for it, but you were certain it was there.

Before you had a chance to point it out and ask about it, Captain Price had the sailors marching inside, and scrapped for the sailor escorting the women to take them back to the inn and return post-haste. The Stalker had been spotted on the horizon, the sunset blazing behind them.

The sailor did as he was told, herding the two back to the inn, and Mrs. Shepherd perched at the window excitedly. You barely got her attention to tell her you weren’t feeling very well and would run to the store and the lady was already waving you off. “Don’t be long! It looks like it’s about to start!”

You rushed back to the vacation house, counting down the minutes in your mind, but it was a fair distance away and you were out of breath from the sailor jogging you back earlier. But still, you made it, and crept to the back of the house, keeping low behind bushes so as not to be spotted by the men inside. A glance at the sea showed the silhouette of multiple rowboats slipping through the water, silent as the breeze. A glance at the house showed a dark, homey place, a single lantern lit in a bedroom, and it sent a shiver down your spine at how convincing it looked to be a true vacation home, how little you would expect to find a whole crew of men armed to the teeth.

It took some time for your eyes to adjust to the creeping darkness that was quickly overtaking the sky, to find the wire you saw earlier, but after a moment- there! There it was, stretched down the porch beam and through the bushes. You followed its path out, out, away from the building and then there it went, stretching out over a grassy field and up a hill. Out here it was easier to spot, with no furniture or wood to guide the eye away, but it was still difficult to follow, pressed low into the ground and shrouded by tall grass.

Up the hill you followed, further and further, to the cliffy top of the hill. A glance behind at the house in the distance, at the ship, at the beach, and- oh! The shadowy silhouette of men creeping up the sand. Surely, surely, within that group were your beloved Simon and Johnny. You could go down there, stop them, tell them of the ambush, but-

But you know what this wire means, where you’d seen it before, when Makarov was rigging your cousin’s ship to explode. It had been activated by a person at the end of the wire, so there must be someone at the end of this one, waiting for an ambush of their own, willing to blow up both Price’s and Johnny’s crew.

You had to get there now.

Hurriedly, you reached where the wire trailed into a shady alcove carved out of the cliff, and within it-

You caught sight of the back of a man crouched behind a rock, watching the silhouettes below creep closer to the house. Your breath caught in your throat when the last dregs of sunlight glimmered just so over the planes of the man’s face.

Graves.

Your stomach churned violently, but a rock solid anger hardened in your gut. With a running start, you tackled the man, first and foremost wrenching the detonator out of his hands. It tumbled down the side of the cliff, it’s wire pulling taut, and then it is left swinging.

Blindly, you hear the start of combat down below, the shouting of men and the shot of guns, but now you’re focused on wrestling with the man on the ground. The one who’s had you tortured. The one who’d been about to blast your husbands to pieces

The two of you twist and writhe on the ground, kicking and clawing at each other. He pauses when he catches sight of your face.

“Wh- you??”

“Me.” You bare your teeth in a scowl, then punch him in the face. The fight continues. He reaches for his knife, you kick it away, you flip over each other a couple times, rolling to be just outside the alcove now.

You don’t notice it but the fighting below has quieted. Midfight, Ghost spotted the explosives the wire was attached to in the house and shouted at Price, enraged. Price, upon seeing the wire, paled. The crews were ordered off each other and swiftly evacuated.

“Shepherd never planned on either of us returning.” Price growls as the realization dawns. The two captains and their first mates hurriedly follow the wire trail up the hill. They catch sight of the scuffle outside the alcove.

Johnny and Simon can’t believe their eyes, but their feet instinctively quicken in stride.

Meanwhile, Graves had gotten the upper hand, straddling you, huffing and puffing from the effort he just exerted. He’s got his hands around your throat, slowly constricting the air out of your body.

“I should have just killed you when I had the chance.” he snarls. Face red and losing oxygen fats, your hands scramble around yourself for something, anything-

“Yeah, you fucking should have.” You grunt out, and slam a fist sized rock against his head. He topples off of you, groaning and cradling his head.

You finch as somebody’s boot collides with Graves’ side, and suddenly you’re aware of four more men that had ascended the hill. You clamber upright, hands scraping up the cliffside to help you stand, eyes wide and panicked, and your back positively burns. You can’t fight four more men, you barely got out alive with the one and-

Wait, you recognize these men. That’s Captain Price’s bushy mustache. That’s Kyle’s bandanna. That’s- Johnny’s gentle eyes, bewildered at the sight of you but so full of love- there’s Simon, mask and all, apprehending Graves-

Oh.

Oh, how you’ve missed them. You throw yourself at Johnny with reckless abandon, filing your arms around his neck.

“What- how did yoo-” he can’t seem to figure out what question to ask, but he wraps his arms around you all the same. You flinch when his arm brushes against your back, and his eyes fill with concern.

Captain Price and Kyle, stood off to the side, look completely baffled by this turn of events. Before they can even open their mouths to ask, Ghost has thrown the bound Graves into their arms, and turned to put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Now how did you end up all the way out here, love?” He asks, and you can barely make out his eyes from behind the mask in this darkness, but he care in his voice is unmistakable.

“So fucking much has happened,” You throw your head back and laugh, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Try.” Johnny implores. You can see the possibilities running circles in his head, each thought making him fear worse and worse.

“Alright, alright,” You concede, pulling away from him, “but let’s find somewhere to settle down, my back is killing me- oh! Captain Price, did the explosives go off? Did anyone get hurt?” You direct the last question to both captains.

“Nothin’ they cannae take.” Johnny grumbles.

“Nobody exploded.” Price reassures you, shaking his head wryly, “All thanks to you, huh?”

You blink and look around. “I guess so.” Simon steadies you with a firm grip on your forearm, and you open your mouth to ask why, confusion written all over your face, but then you realize your entire body is trembling like a newborn lamb. “I think… I’m going to sit down.”

Easing yourself down on shaky, shaky legs, you take a seat on the grass. Simon settles right next to you, and you readily lean into him, whilst Johnny ccrouches nearby, giving the two sailors the stink eye.

Kyle quickly excuses himself, leading Graves away, and Price leaves only after getting confirmation that they’ll have a chat later.

Watching as the two crews work together to disable to explosives under a moonlit sky, you start your tale from the beginning. The suspicious man at the market, your decision to go, meeting your cousin… the disastrous trip that landed you in Makarov’s ship, the lashing, Price coming to the unwitting rescue…

You tell them everything, and they listen with rapt attention. Johnny lays a comforting hand on your shoulder when you speak of your cousin’s demise. They both stiffen at the mention of Makarov, but you continue. When you skim over the lashes, Simon squeezes your hand, eyes pained and searching as he asks, “How many?”

“Was supposed to be twenty.” You glance away, attempting a noncommittal shrug, “Price’s men attacked the ship just after the eleventh.”

“Oh, luv…” Johnny murmurs, pressing a kiss to your palm with trembling lips. Simon’s taking off his mask, and his face is heartbroken, and- well, shit, now you’re crying right along with him. He bumps his forehead to yours.

“Y’were supposed to stay safe, you stubborn woman.” Simon huffs, smiling gently.

“You were too, but you were this close to getting blown up just now.” You tease.

Anyway, that’s as far as the outline goes. Y’all go home, Price kills Shepherd, happily ever after The End!

If i were to really write this id add in a whole lot more scenes where we get to see the boys doing dangerous pirate stuff, protectin each other, being in love, talking bout their wifey, etc. But as is, here's the outline, will probably never be fully fleshed out so enjoy!

[swanimagines]

Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.

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Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.

No.

You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.

You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.

“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.

You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.

So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.

“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”

You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”

Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”

"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."

He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."

“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”

“Hm.”

You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.

“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”

You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.

But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.

He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”

Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.

There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.

You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.

Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.

Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.

Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.

But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.

“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”

She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”

You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.

“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”

“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”

Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”

You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

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This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.

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[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 6

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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You convinced Salai to do the gallery, and now you just need to get Theo here to help figure out which paintings he would want to display.   You sit on the couch and the two of you start talking while he paints a little bit.  Batuffola curls up beside you to cuddle. 

Mitsuki: So who are you looking for?

Salai: My Maestro.  We had a falling out years ago and he left me.  He was a popular artist so we moved around to where he would get work.   But we got into an argument not long after getting to Vienna.

His voice gets softer as he remembers.  Taking his time almost like he isn’t trying to cry.  You look at him and those eyes of his were as dark as a storm at sea.  They were remembering the pain he felt.

Salai: He left me.  I didn’t know the language… I barely had any money…

Mitsuki: And you are looking for him?

Salai: Yes, I-

Mitsuki: So you can tell him off

Salai: What?  N-no!  He means a lot to me.  He saved my life, on more than one occasion.  I want to make things right with him.

Mitsuki: He sounds like an awful person

Salai: It…it is hard to explain everything.

He starts to pull at the hem of his sleeves.  You let out a sigh.  You don’t know his story, who are you to judge?  There are surely things he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing.

Salai: Once I heard he was in Paris I did what I could to get here.  I haven’t been here for long and I don’t expect to find him immediately. 

Mitsuki: I’m sorry.  No one deserves to go through that.

Even back in your time with having technology you couldn’t imagine being stuck somewhere you didn’t know the language and didn’t have any money.

Salai: Sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten the mood down.  Are you hungry?  I could make us something to eat.

He’s back to smiling again, but his eyes are still dull.  He might be able to change his body language and the tone of his voice but he can’t hide it in his eyes.

Mitsuki: Andrea, you don’t need to-

He gets off his stool and goes over to the little kitchen.

Salai: I made my own ravioli a few days ago, but I tend to add a lot of spices. So I could make us just a normal pasta with a cream sauce if you would like.

He’s trying to change the subject, not wanting to linger on the emotional talk you two just had.  You just realized that if he’s offering to make dinner… How late is it?  You look down at the watch on your wrist and it's nearly 6pm.

Mitsuki: Shoot!  I need to get back.

You quickly get up, apologizing to Batuffola for disturbing her.

Mitsuki: I’m sorry, Andrea.  I didn’t intend to be out so long and I need to get back to make dinner.

Salai: Oh…right… Let me walk you to the main road.

He tried to hide the hint of sadness in his voice but it didn’t work.

Mitsuki: It’s just right around the bend, right?  I’m sure I’ll be fine.  I really need to get going.

You didn’t want everyone worrying about you, and there was no need for him to walk you out.  You may have been warned about the area but you remember where you came from.

Mitsuki: I’ll see you tomorrow maybe. Goodnight

You wave and head out.  Salai hesitated for a moment, but then also realized how late it was.

Salai: Mitsuki!  Wait!

He put down the pot he was holding and rushed to the door to quickly put his cape on.  He wasn’t offering simply to be nice, but also because it's dangerous.  It’s like you completely forgot.

You quickly went down the stairs and out the door.  Once you stepped outside you remembered where you were.  You are close to what you thought was the red light district.  Maybe if you just walk quickly and pay attention to no one you will be fine.  Yeah.  That will work.  It wasn’t that far from the main road. 

You start walking, picking up your pace as you walk past alleys.  Just as you are about to turn the corner your arm gets grabbed

Man: Where do you think you’re headed?

Mitsuki: Get off me!

You start to panic.  You really should have waited.  You try to push the man away.

Man: If you weren’t looking for someone then what are you doing in this area

The man holds you against a wall.

Man: Aren’t you a cutie

Salai: Let her go!

Your eyes lit up when you heard that voice.

Mitsuki: Andrea!

Man: Sorry fella. Finders keepers.

Salai: I said let her go!

He got a lot angrier.  Next thing you knew Salai was grabbing the man by his shoulder and ripping him from you.  The man is much bigger than Salai, you aren’t sure how he pulled that off, but that isn’t what is in the front of your mind right now.

Salai: Are you hurt?

In a panic he quickly looked over your body and didn’t see anything and let out a sigh of relief. Then turned around to face the man who was coming at him to punch him.  He ducked at the swing and punched the man in the gut, and as he was doubled over he kicked his foot up into his jaw.

You moved to the side, watching the fight play out.  The man pulled out a knife and started slashing it in the air.  Salai moved back each time but eventually got a wall to his back.  The man went to slash at him again, and by some instinct you ran over to hold onto the man’s arm to stop him.  Salai took that opportunity to grab the man’s head and slam it into the wall.

He fell to the ground groaning. Salai stepped on his hand to make him drop the knife and kicked it away. 

You took a few steps back to catch your breath.

Mitsuki: I-I’m sorry.  I-I wasn’t thinking and I-

Salai suddenly hugged you, holding you close to him.

Salai: You’re okay and that’s what is important

He didn’t let you go for a while.  He wanted to keep you safe in his arms.  When he finally let you go, he happened to see your arm.

Salai: You’re bleeding!

He lifts your arm.  When you grabbed the man’s arm the blade of the knife must have slashed you.  You’re filled with so much adrenaline that you didn’t even feel it.

Salai: Come on. Let’s get that bandaged.

He takes your hand and walks you back to his apartment.  When you first got here you couldn’t help but notice how run down of an area he lived in, but when you had to go you somehow forgot about that.  The front door didn’t seem to close all the way when he ran out but when he got up to his apartment he realized he never grabbed his keys.

Salai: Crap… I didn’t grab my key

Mitsuki: do you maybe-

You looked around to see if there was a place he might have hidden a spare, but you look at him and he’s kneeling down, picking the lock to his own apartment.

Mitsuki: Or..do that.

Within seconds he has the door open and helps you inside.  Batuffola is there at the door to greet you both.

Salai: yes, hello bella. 

He takes you over to his bed and has you sit there.

Salai: stay right there.

The bathroom was on this side of the room.  He turned to go in there and grab a few things.

Now that you are starting to calm down you are starting to feel the pain.  There’s not a lot of blood, but there is enough.  He comes back with a damp rag and some bandages.  He uses the rag to clean up the blood and to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

Mitsuki: He didn’t hurt you, did he?

Salai: Me?  No, I'm fine.

He pushed his hair back and out of his face.

It’s quiet for a few more moments other than Batuffola purring.

Mitsuki: How did you learn how to fight like that?

Salai: I’ve been in quite a few bar fights actually.  I’ve cut it close a few times.

Mitsuki: Really? What for?

Salai: Just stupid things.

He takes the rag off of your arm and you let out a hiss.  The bleeding has slowed down so he wraps your arm in the bandage.

Salai: I know you said you needed to get back, but why don’t you stay here for the night?  If you need me to come with you in the morning to explain what happened so you don’t get in trouble I will.  I just don’t think you should be out there right now.

He didn't realize it, but he rested his chin on your lap, and looked up at you as he pleaded.  Nor did you realize that you brushed your fingers through his hair.

Mitsuki: You don’t need to come with me, I won’t get in trouble.

Both of your movements seemed to be natural.  Salai finally stands up, wanting to take the bloody rag back to the bathroom, but Batuffola was next to him and he didn’t realize, and tripped over his own feet, falling forwards on top of you.

You fall onto your back onto the bed. Salai stopped himself from falling onto you completely by having his hands on either side of you. You felt your face get flushed.  It’s not like he was any closer than before, but it’s the position that you are in.  Your heart is pounding, and your chest feels tight.  This can’t possibly be the feeling you think it is.

Do you have feelings for him?

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Is there any fanfic where Nina survives? Or any dadneto AU where she is there as one of Magneto's children?

Here are some canon fics where Nina survives:

Snapshots by SlightWeasel

Everybody survives the woods confrontation. Past, present, and future ficlets about Erik and his family.

Changes by SlightWeasel

After the woods confrontation, Nina's parents take her to Charles' school.

There's a bit of an adjustment period.

Mansion by the Lake by flightinflame

When Nina manifests her abilities, Erik takes her and her mother to the one place he knows they will be safe. He finds himself once more thrown together with the man that he loves, and who he believed was forever lost to him.

For Charles, Erik's arrival brings challenges but also hope. And he could never turn away a child in need of help.

Morning by Yalu

AU: Nina lived. Magda didn't.

Four Funerals & A Wedding by midrashic

Four people who mourned Erik Lehnsherr, and one who didn't.

And here are some Dadneto aus that include Nina:

Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet

“Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.”

“Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”

Good Together by friendlytikek (series)

In the seven months Charles has been dating Erik, he can’t recall a time when Lorna has been sick enough for Erik to use sad face emojis and to refuse to allow the babysitter to look after her. Like a good boyfriend, he decides to go over and help out.

Videos on the Internet by WaxRhapsodic (series)

“Papa! Charles makes videos on the internet!” Nina chimed excitedly.

Charles blushed a furious red at her innocent words as he tried to stammer out an explanation in the face of Erik’s newly intense, calculated perusal that took him in from head to toe.

He gave a nervous laugh, “I’ve never heard it put quite that way, Nina.”

A Matter of Convenience by flightinflame (series)

All Erik cares about is keeping Nina safe. It isn't always easy, not when his past stalks him and there are few options available to a single mutant omega, but he's determined to protect her at any cost.

Charles loves his sons, biological and fostered, more than anything. They are flourishing in his care, but the state doesn't think a single alpha can handle children.

A chance meeting gives both of them a solution to their problems. Marry, and no one will try and split up their families. Only what starts off as a simple contract soon becomes far more complicated.

MagicalMatchMaking by sebastian2017

Erik, frazzled single father on a trip to Disney World, meets Charles, equally frazzled single father.

Break the Mold by Baamon5evr

Charles always worried about Erik where their daughter, Nina, was concerned. It wasn’t the idea of fatherhood and Erik Lehnsherr that he thought could be a volatile mix, it was the idea of Erik and humans that got him worried. The moment each of their children was born, Charles knew without a shadow of a doubt that Lorna and David would be mutants and Nina would not.

To Love and Be Loved by librata

Erik wakes up on a Sunday morning to an empty bed and a house full of chaos.

Through the Barricades by starandrea (series)

Erik and Charles learned to live without each other once. It's harder the second time--so before they even discuss it, they've decided not to try. (Erik accidentally moves into the mansion without anyone but Charles noticing for days. He may be the first to return, but he won't be the last.)

home as a borderless metaphor by specficslut (homosociality)

Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.

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Bad news: I'm sick. Good news: that gave me free time to work on Raspberry and Mercurial Knight's appearances.

Raspberry Cookie -

Raspberry Cookie’s Soul Jam is a half crimson, half-dark blue flower-looking symbol, a reference to how flowers can represent a lot of things and how Raspberry, back in the Hollyberry Kingdom, used to manage quite a few jobs and responsibilities. Her Soul Jam is the Light of Loyalty.

She has crimson hair with light pink swirls in it. Her hair used to be long, but paralleling what one of her fellow Neo-Ancients did when he ran away from his kingdom, she cut hers shorter too. It’s about shoulder length now. Due to this, instead of tying her hair, she leaves it untouched since it’s a bit too short to style in that way.

Raspberry wears a short, dark-red jacket with a hood. More often than not, her hood is up. She still wears her tailcoat but no longer sports her cravat or her epaulettes. 

Raspberry Cookie also doesn’t wear her gloves anymore; as mentioned in another post, she gave them to Kouign-Amann Cookie (her gloves are light pink in this AU, unlike how they’re white in the canon storyline. It's a bit of a useless change, but it doesn’t do anything negative).

A pastel blue ribbon can be seen tied around the former princess’ waist (and yes, she is Royal Berry’s younger sister in this AU and has Jungleberry as a sister-in-law. The age gap is huge, however). She wears white pants and short, brown, diamond-shaped boots.

As for jewelry, she doesn’t have any besides her two necklaces. 

Her Soul Jam is embedded into one of her necklaces as a charm.

Mercurial Knight Cookie -

Mercurial Knight Cookie’s Soul Jam is a half aquamarine and half cream camellia sinensis leaf. The representation of that shape will be revealed later on in the fic. His Soul Jam is the Light of Detachment.

The top part of his hair is white, and the lower part is black. Unlike his fellow Neo-Ancients (other than Stormbringer, maybe), he didn’t alter his hair or tie it up into any hairstyle that’s different from how his hair is styled or seen on your average day. 

Mercurial Knight wears a gray fur cloak (without the hood), abandoning his shoulder blades. He still wears the armor that he wore at the Faerie Kingdom, but he’s been thinking of changing it for a while now. Mercurial is unsure of such a choice, however. It would be more of an emotional decision if he kept it, but he’s the holder of the Light of Detachment, so that’d be slightly hypocritical of him, wouldn’t it?

Unlike before, his wings are folded underneath his fur cloak most of the time. There’s two hidden openings in the cloak that can be zipped open and closed for his wings whenever he doesn’t want them folded, however.

He also wears a gray waist cape, which reaches to about his ankles. His gray boots reach up to his knees, but he may also change the boots in time since they’re part of his Faerie Kingdom attire.

This is also the time when I’ll be mentioning that all of the Neo-Ancients wear a necklace with a light blue crystal charm. Consider it their ‘friendship’ necklace (it may hold more of a purpose).

His Soul Jam is the clasp of his fur cloak.

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I'm doing my best to change Raspberry's backstory in a way that fits into the story. And also, I'd like you guys to note that Stormbringer was brought up differently in this AU and has a different status from the canon storyline, so quite a few aspects of her personality and goals will and may differ.

(Beast Ancients AU by: @cuppajj )