#I need you guys to stick around and not die or get hurt in very preventable ways

[not-an-evil-overlord]

"What do you mean you haven't checked your smoke alarm in years?" (I love you)

"Are you crazy keep your epi pen with you" (I love you)

"Are you sure you don't need to see a Dr?" (I love you)

"If your phone isn't making calls reliably you should get that checked" (I love you)

"What do you mean you lost your inhaler" (I love you)

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | heart breaker

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of the boys falling for a notorious heart breaker

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! content of the boys being down bad for someone they shouldn’t be/isn’t good for them

★ inspired by bubblegum bitch by marina ★

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

★ i’m the girl you’d die for ★

♡ fell in love before he even knew it

♡ down bad horrendously

♡ he’ll do anything for you

♡ he’s heard the rumors before meeting you but chose to ignore them and get to know you

♡ was a blushing mess once you started giving him all your attention

♡ you found his shyness and his ability to get easily flustered charming

♡ he was different to you

♡ you fell for him before you knew it

♡ acted like a couple before you two were official

♡ even after you made it official his feelings never changed

♡ he was completely whipped

♡ he got teased a lot for being so in love

♡ he fell first but you fell harder (and he doesn’t even know it)

♡ in awe by your beauty 24/7

♡ 100% loses himself while admiring you

♡ finds it hard to concentrate around you

♡ has the urge to protect you from the world

♡ after you met him no other guy ever caught your attention again

♡ definitely fought any ex who couldn’t accept you moved on

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

★ hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss ★

♡ he was well aware of your reputation

♡ didn’t let it sway him

♡ didn’t fall in love until you kissed him

♡ he thought you were the sweetest person to exist

♡ couldn’t believe someone as nice as you could ever be known as a “heart-breaker”

♡ friends to lovers

♡ once he got taste of you he wanted more

♡ secretly craved your attention and love

♡ learned that you never purposefully hurt anyone

♡ you got your reputation from men with fragile egos

♡ he was glad he didn’t listen to the rumors

♡ you actually never even had a boyfriend

♡ he was your first love

♡ he defended you against everyone

♡ “you don’t know her”

♡ “you shouldn’t listen to rumors before getting to know someone.”

♡ would get annoyed if anyone tried to get in between you two

♡ you made the first move

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

★ dear diary, i met a boy he made my doll heart light up with joy ★

♡ you fell first

♡ he didn’t know that you had a reputation

♡ something about him made him stick out more

♡ you didn’t want anyone but him

♡ he thought you were beautiful at first sight

♡ was the only boy who could ever make you blush

♡ you dropped the guy who you were originally talking to for him

♡ he made you feel seen

♡ he made your heart flutter with his genuine love

♡ was the first boy who wanted you for you

♡ didn’t rush you into anything like every other guy did

♡ slow burn

♡ you craved attention, he was willing to give you all of his and more

♡ he made you feel comfortable and loved

♡ the slowest paced relationship you had in the best way possible

♡ his love was soft and gentle

♡ you needed someone like him in your life

♡ helped heal your past wounds

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

★ i’ll chew you up and i’ll spit you out ★

♡ he knew you could ruin him

♡ didn’t stop him from wanting you

♡ took the chance of getting hurt anyway

♡ he loved you more than he loved himself

♡ you changed for him (don’t worry you did not break his heart thankfully)

♡ you were moved by how kind and loyal he was towards you

♡ he never judged you

♡ the kindest boy you’ve ever met

♡ you never smiled as much as you did when you were around him

♡ everyone was surprised to see how gentle you’ve become since meeting him

♡ you two communicated very well

♡ he never got mad at you which meant everything to you

♡ handled your emotions with care and respect

♡ never made you feel like you were too much or not enough

♡ he motivated you to become better each day

♡ you never want to hurt him

♡ you ended up falling for him harder in the long run

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

★ pull me closer and kiss me hard ★

♡ he was determined to make you fall for him

♡ thought you were the most beautiful person on the planet

♡ knew you just had bad experiences

♡ didn’t trust the rumors because most guys you dated weren’t great guys

♡ he wanted to be utterly consumed by you

♡ his love was strong and gentle, almost consuming but not suffocating

♡ once he had you, he wouldn’t let you go

♡ made it a point to let everyone know you were his

♡ proud to call you his

♡ never ashamed of you

♡ he never wanted to remember what it was like to be without you

♡ easily became your safe space

♡ his presence made you feel free

♡ never brought up your reputation or past relationships

♡ he didn’t care about the past, he only cares about the future you two have

♡ wouldn’t be afraid to tell an ex to get over it

♡ “shoulda realized what you had before, not my problem”

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

★ don’t care if you think i’m dumb, i don’t care at all ★

♡ he loved your confidence

♡ others couldn’t keep up with you in relationships, they’d become too insecure with the amount of attraction you have

♡ thought everyone else was dumb for judging you

♡ he wanted you even if others thought he was dumb for liking you

♡ you two matched each other’s energy perfectly

♡ a match made in heaven/hell (your pick tbh)

♡ he wanted to show you off

♡ was proud he had such a pretty thing that he could call his

♡ isn’t afraid to check someone

♡ would never hold you back

♡ never made you feel like you were doing too much

♡ he wanted you to be as free as possible

♡ never questioned your past relationships, unless an ex came back into your life

♡ would 100% beat up your ex if needed

♡ expect constant laughter and smiles whenever you two were near each other

♡ he definitely made you happiest you’ve ever been

♡ if there was ever a moment you felt down about yourself he’d be there to pick you right up

a/n <3 : i might write a part 2 to this ? maybe with some angst and the scenario of a break up happening??? idkkk lmk, i hate writing sad stuff </3 but it’s speaking to meeee!!! ill prolly tone it down 100% if it happens, send help

[kozumesphone]

✮⋆˙ LO$ER=LO♡ER

⤷ haikyū!! boys (multiple) x fem!reader

masterlist

♡ fandom | haikyū!!

♡ includes | rintaro suna x f!reader. atsumu miya x f!reader. kotaro bokuto x f!reader. keiji akaashi x f!reader. (separate pairings/drabbles)

♡ warnings | swearing (in suna’s and akaashi’s), loser boyfriend behaviour (in bokuto’s), nicknames (‘babe’, ‘my girl’, etc. in suna’s and akaashi’s), i-love-you’s, very very very short but effective as fuck (it’s literally all 100-200 words each but I loved the endings help), not proofread as always, lmk if I made any mistakes anywhere.

♡ a/n | my favourite inarizaki and fukurōdani boys!!!!! also I kinda projected onto y/n’s personality so i’m acc sorry if it doesn’t cater to your exact personality 😭 and they’re drabbles for a reason but still: they’re so short help 💀 anyway, suna and akaashi’s were inspired by this post (more parts coming soon!)

♡ wc | 1k

(りんたろう 。。。RINTARŌ SUNA !

“delete that!” I shrieked, launching myself at my boyfriend’s body.

he held his phone out of reach and said, “but babe, I like the picture—”

“rin! that picture is so bad—at least let me get pretty, and then we can go out. then you take some pictures and look at them forever, or whatever.” I grumbled, folding my hands over my chest and flopping down onto the couch.

“but you always look pretty,” he looked down at me, before tumbling onto my lap.

“shut up.”

“but you do! even when you think you don’t look pretty, you do! especially when you’re napping or doing stupid shit without me or bullying ‘tsumu into buying you ramen at 2 in the night, and it makes me fall flat on my face, everyday, knowing I get to wake up to such a beautiful person by my side,” he said, fondly, and grinned. rintarō suna grinned at me! wait. i’m his girlfriend. why am I simping over that?

words failed me, so I just resorted to turning bright red and grumbling. “yeah. whatever. shut up—”

he pecked my cheek and sat back.

unable to conceal my red cheeks and wide eyes, I stood up, smacking his head, and walked to the kitchen.

“oi! don’t ‘whatever’ me! I love you!” he yelled, and stood up, continuing to follow me as I giggled to myself.

宮 みや 侑 あつむ 。。。ATSUMU MIYA !

“y/n, I swear to god, stop diving–” osamu started.

“IT’S LITERALLY MY JOB, SHUT UP–”

“YOU GOT ENOUGH PRACTICE, YOU’LL HURT YOUR TINY SELF–”

“oi oi oiii, don’t call my girl tiny,” atsumu, my personal favourite miya twin, said, walking onto the court with three bentōs and water bottles. he pecked my check.

“huh? she started it!” osamu pointed an accusatory finger at me.

I blew a raspberry in his face, sticking my tongue out.

“oho, I see the team is here, eh? spiker, setter, and libero, mm?” kita’s voice rang out, his smug tone not going unnoticed.

I groaned. “don’t you dare let akagi-senpai hear that. I will kill myself if he hears it. I don’t need a skilled, official libero flaming behind me.”

“after akagi-san graduates, we’ll probably die trying to find a proper libero, ehh,” osamu said.

“what if we disguise n/n as a guy?” atsumu suggested. I slapped his arm, catching onto his idea.

“dude! yes!” I screamed.

“bro! I love you so much!” ‘tsumu shrieked, grinning.

“ahh, to be young, to dream, and to be in love,” kita sighed behind us.

ぼくと こうたろう 。。。KŌTARŌ BOKUTO !

“i’m not fixing him, i’m making him worse,” I smiled.

“are you talking about bokuto or your toys?” akaashi raised his brow. “you’re supposed to say, ‘I can fix him’, not ‘i’m not fixing him’.” he groaned. “god knows he needs it!”

“excuse me?!” bokuto screeched, walking into the living room with two bowls of popcorn, feigning shock.

“kashi! don’t say that to my baby,” I frowned. “you’re an absolute angel, c’mere, baby.” I made grabby motions at bokuto. he grinned at me, turned around to stick his tongue out at akaashi, and handed him a bowl of popcorn. akaashi pretended to gag, but accepted the bowl and started scarfing down the popcorn without hesitation.

“he’s just jealous he doesn’t have a y/n,” bokuto grumbled after sitting down beside me, and hiding his face in my neck.

“I see her everyday anyway, and I don’t need another, honestly. she’s chaotic as it is,” he said, halfway through finishing his bowl. I flashed him a toothy grin and stole some popcorn from bokuto’s bowl.

he handed the entire bowl over to me, and mumbled, looking anywhere but at me, “itwasforyouinthefirstplace.” I still saw his red ears and giggled.

“bro, you’ve been with her for two years,” akaashi pointed out. “you still get nervous talking to her, just like the first time, eh–”

“shhh, kashi! let me enjoy one of japan’s top aces getting flustered over popcorn–it’s cute.”

“youreluckyIloveyou!”

“what was that? i’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you–”

after that, bokuto whined and akaashi teased him, and I could only look at them and smile, till the movie ended.

akaashi moved to his bedroom while I walked up the stairs and flopped down onto bokuto’s soft mattress, melting into it.

he was already sound asleep beside me, passing out as soon as his body had hit the bed around an hour ago. I rolled closer to him, and threw both my legs over his blanket-covered ones, lying in an odd diagonal position across the bed.

I opened tumblr on my phone to scroll through my dash before sleeping. I chuckled at the first post that showed up, reblogged it, and fell asleep.

あかあし 。。。KEIJI AKAASHI !

keiji came over around an hour ago to my dorm after his volleyball practice with the boys ended late. after he took a shower and came out half-naked, we fell onto the couch in the living room together, wrapped in a blanket together with the air conditioning at its lowest temperature.

he was lying to the inner side of the couch on his side and I layed down right in front of him, on my side too.

“I can feel you staring. it’s creepy as fuck,” I said, turning around to look at him in the dim light of the room illuminated solely by the television playing some show.

“i’m not even allowed to look at my girl now? geez,” he rolled his eyes, continuing to gaze lazily at my face. my breathing quickened at the short distance, and I was sure he could tell.

“don’t look at me with those eyes,” I whispered.

“what eyes?” he smirked, leaning in.

kozumesphone © 2024 | don’t repost my works onto other platforms, or edit and post them even on tumblr, without asking me first • don’t steal my works, steal my heart instead • reblogs and comments are more than appreciated !

[tartigglez]

puppy, bunny or kitty? (pt.1)

・❥・hey guys here's silly goofy headcanons of some genshin people and what flavour of petplay they're in to lol. this was initially only the mondstadters but i threw in some liyue babagrills too woowwo

・❥・kaeya, diluc, jean, albedo, thoma, zhongli, childe (separate) x gn!reader

・❥・nsfw, 16+, this is about petplay so dni if uncomfy!, sub!switch!character, dom!switch!reader, collaring, ears n tails, i think thats it? general dom/sub dynamics, talk of aftercare, degradation in some, just general filth bro

・❥・0.8k

kaeya - puppy

when he’s not in control, he really enjoys being loyal and told what to do. he loves when you order him around and when you spoil him, so its no surprise how happy he looks when you present him with a fluffy, blue tail you got for him recently. he happily giggles and asks if he can put it in. only you would be capable of breaking the cavalry captains ever-suave façade. he just sincerely hopes nobody ever finds out how he can get when you're in control…

diluc - kitty

diluc is poised, prim and proper, and although he doesn’t quite see it, you’ve definitely noticed this fact making itself present in your sex life. it’s not often that he hands control over to you, but when he does, he does it fully and completely. the level of trust he has for you is incomparable to anything else, so he trusts that he will be safe with you. he’s not much in to having accessories, but will definitely kneel by you, allow you to pat his head and rest it against your thigh, or kiss up and down it, depending on how he’s feeling. 

jean - kitty 

she’s never thought much in to the idea of having one of you being strictly “in charge” so to speak, but when you suggest it, she’ll enthusiastically agree. as much as she is quite vanilla, she’ll try anything once. she is more than happy to put on cat ears and place her hands between her legs on the bed as she kneels, happily awaiting for you to tell her what to do. 

albedo - puppy

albedo will quite literally do whatever you tell him to do, he is a literal golden retriever, i will die on this hill. he is extremely gentle in nature and this reflects in every aspect of his life. he is usually vanilla but this is one of the exceptions to that. when he feels like submitting, you should be ready for him to become completely subservient, he will be awaiting your command, tongue out, waiting for you to push your fingers in to his mouth. when he has been won over, it is so incredibly hard to break his loyalty. he trusts you with everything. (do not hurt him ;-;)

thoma - puppy, through and through. 

thoma is good at keeping secrets, which is why it's such a surprise to you when he shows you his collection of ears and tails, but you are far from disappointed. in fact, there is nothing prettier than watching him as he kneels, waiting for you and pouting. he loves being praised. just you telling him what a good boy he is has him smiling ear to ear and sticking his tongue out for you. he’s loud and vocal, whining and whimpering without even realising he’s doing it. he can get needy very easily, but he’s happy to wait for you, even if he knows you’re only teasing him. eventually you’ll give him what he needs, and that’s enough for him.

zhongli - a bit of them all!

it’s pretty impossible to type zhongli for this, it really just depends on how he’s feeling! he finds it really, really attractive when you suddenly assert dominance over him, kiss him all over and make it known that you are in charge. he is such a powerful being, but he is reduced to nothing when you tell him how much of a pretty puppy he is in that sweet, sarcastic tone. if he’s feeling more bratty however, that’s when he wants to be chastised for being a naughty kitty. he will put up a fight against your dominance, but he never wants to win that fight at all. when he craves intimacy, but doesn’t want to take charge, he will bury his head in to your neck and whisper soft words against it. when you’ve only just begun, it might be something along the lines of how wonderful you look. later, when he’s further gone, it may be something different entirely, like asking if he’s a pretty bunny, or it could be that his mind is already wandering to the thought of aftercare with you. 

childe - puppy

cheery in nature, eager to try anything, and above all, loyal, childe wants to try everything for you, and will readily defend you in any situation. at the same time, he is literally filthy. nothing turns him on more than being degraded and used and told how much of a whore he is. he’s a little ashamed at first, but nothing makes him happier than being treated that way, then being degraded for it. being belittled makes him so incredibly horny, but also drives him to do better for you. trust he will serve you, and will bring you all the pleasure you could possibly seek. of course, aftercare is important as always. treat him softly, he needs time to get out of the headspace <3

nsfw masterlist || sfw masterlist || taglist: @celestetalkstoomuch @lioria

© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost, reblogs appreciated

[legendofmorons]

hiya! i really like your writing! can i request reactions [from whomever you want] with a reader [platonic or romantic idc lol] who is like spiderman! like, has the sense and webs, and the workload of "who knows how they manage shit". i just think its a fun idea, cause they'd also be a "hero"

Of course you can! This is such a cool Idea! (Is there a hyrule where a spider person is the hero of courage? Maybe.)

Four

Take a nap

No, really, he tries to get you to sleep as often as possible

He'll try to enhance any weapons you may have

IF you have mechanical web shooters he will be very interested

If you have biological web shooters in your wrist from the mutation he's still curious

Can amd will try to improve your suit so you are safer

Is HORRIFIED by your workload

Don't you know about burn out??

Do you just not care?

Overall he's curious and a little overbearing

But he also understands that you're a hero, and as a hero, sometimes it doesn't matter if you're exhausted.

He'll insist you let him make you metal braces, so some of the work your joints face isn't so bad. (ESPECIALLY if your joints already hurt)

Hyrule

He is excited to learn about it!

He's also not like other people. He just has healing magic, you're a spider person

Neat!

Assuming you have the boosted healing factor that lost spider people seem to have he's relieved

He will always heal you, but it's nice that you don't need it as often

Also very worried about your work load

Always trying to get you to drink more water

If he were aware of more modern culture he'd yell 'hydrate or die-drate!'

Die-drate is not an option as far as he's concerned

Asks about the ability to stick to things. He's very interested in this

Legend

It depends on when he finds out.

He's definitely concerned no matter when you tell them though

If he's not warmed up to you yet he's kind of standoffish about it. If you share he listens bit he won't ask

If you Are close to him though he has SO many questions

How does it work?

What happened to give you these powers?

How much weight can you handle?

Have you always been so flexible?

No matter what your relationship is, if you tell him about the Spiderman upside down kiss thing, he goes RED

He also asks if you catch and eat bugs.

(What? He just knows that's what spiders do!)

He encourages ypu to take some things off your plate.

Sky

Probably the least phased?

He's curious of course

But his life has been so weird. He's met plant penguins, gopher people, and his best friend was a goddess

Asks if you're descended from a spider god

Also asks if you can turn into a spider

He also encourages you to take breaks and indulge in things that make you happy

He's happy to make anything that might help you, but with his skills, mostly in whittling, he's not sure it's that helpful.

He is excited to see you swing around, it's the closest most anyone can get to flying (aside from Sky and Wild)

Time

Immediately concerned

Powers?

Insane workload?

He gets it, mostly

Not entirely his life isn't like your's but he understands the weight power and workload hold

He is curious about your powers

Also very interested in the way your webs are made. Dosen’t matter if it's mechanical or biological

Will have you take to the tree tops when you guys ambush monsters

If you make a hamock/swing out of webs he'll be happy to keep you company

Twilight

Worried

He's not sure how to feel actually

He's curious about how you became a spider person

If he feels close to you he'll ask about it

He's glad you have enhanced healing though. He feels a little less worried

He's still worried you guys are hunting down a shadow

Will be easy to convince to race, you with your webs and him on Epona

Warriors

He is very sympathetic to your workload

He offers tips to help woth burnout

He helps you strategies to battle plans off your abilities

Wars is willing to spar with you so you can improve too

Please let him help with the self care of after the battle.

Probably asks about the effectiveness of webs as emergency bandages

Wild

He's not that phased either. He's met a semi-vengeful horse god

At least you aren't only worried about the safety of the horses

(Don't worry he takes excellent care of Epona and his own horses)

He'll ask about your adventures

He would be excited to have someone else capable of climbing!

He'll happily climb up steep cliffs with you (it can be a race he likes a challenge)

Wind

Excited

He also has a million questions

He wants to see what you can do!

He's happy to watch you swing around but he wants to come with!

Swing around with him and he's just thrilled!

He asks about ypur webs and if they could capture a monster if you strung them up like a real spider web

He also probably asks for stories about your adventures.

[solid-white]

Canon vs Fanon [TF2 edition]

Okay so I finally got to reading the tf2 comics after being gone for 7 years and never having read the comics, so here's a comparison between Fanon and Canon:

Fanon: The mercs all care for each other and are like a family (but who doesn't love some found family?)

Canon: They could give two shits about if they die or not. The only ones that actually "care" for the team is arguably Ms. Pauling and/or Scout. Even then they have their separate reasons for why they're sticking around around. They refer to and think of each other as coworkers. Though they're friendly with each other and do think of each other as work friends (helping each other out, making jokes with one another)

Fanon Demoman: a drunkard who's excessively flashy and eccentric. Ruins a lot of stuff by being drunk and shares the same braincells as canon Soldier.

Canon Demoman: A pretty chill guy when he isn't in battle. He's also pretty serious when it involves matters he needs to be serious about (ex. Having to go undercover in the lead paint town). Overall? 8/10 character. Currently my favourite besides Pyro.

Fanon Pyro: (will refer to Pyro as him) Sometimes his childish trait overlaps with his violent nature, the opposite spectrum happening as well. He's also sometimes depicted as being unaware that he's killer. Loves the team and sees all of them as family. Non-intellegent.

Canon Pyro: He's very much aware that he's a freak of nature. He's a gentle mix of childish and pyromaniac. Is actually pretty intelligent, having gotten a company rich in a matter of 6 months. Won't hurt people just cuz, only does so when it's a job or they dislike fires, and when he does, makes sure the person suffers because it's fun. Extremely chaotic. Barely interacts with the team (besides Engie) outside of jobs.

Fanon Scout: Childish, yaps, reckless, dies a lot because he's the runt, narcissistic, and doesn't know how to do anything (idiotic). "Erpy derp, me twink scout. Will not hurt you because bad." (Depicted as non violent). Comic relief. Doesn't get along with any of the mercs due to his childish nature, particularly Sniper and Heavy.

Canon Scout: Likes to yap a lot, has a brash attitude, and is self-centered/egotistical. He's also in deep denial that Spy is his father. He isn't book smart, but he's smart enough to know how to play his cards right (persuasive when it comes to things he wants). Knows how to drive. "And brother, I hurt people!" (Enjoys hurting others). Pretty close to Sniper (Hangs out with him outside of work/buddy-buddy with him. Ex. The fist bump, Sniper jokingly smiling at Scouts joke during expiration date, etc) he's arguably the only one who's truly buddy-buddy with the entire team.

Fanon Heavy: Big beefy guy who doesn't have a single brain (that assumption has corrected itself over time). He's also obsessed with sandviches, will pummel Scout if they're even in the same vicinity, and gay for Medic and will go out of his way to be close to Medic.

Canon Heavy: Intelligent (Russian literature PHD), doesn't speak much unless spoken to, serious and has a 24/7 stone wall expression. Only gets annoyed with Scout because of his constant speaking, willing to die for Medic and sees him as a close friend (now I understand where all the ship art came from). And loves sandviches.

This is getting long and I'm tired. Will continue analysis soon.

[captain-sodapop]

In the middle of season 7. Each rewatch, I feel like my focus goes to something new, and this time around, it's really sticking out to me how - because the show presents Sam through the lens of Dean - how Dean thinks there is something inherently wrong with Sam from the start. And that never changes. Like yes, Dean loves Sam, he really does, but but it's always something. If it weren't for the fact that Sam's psychic abilities and the demon blood (things he didn't ask for, by the way) made him different, it would be the simple fact that Sam does not buy into Dean's worldview. When Dean confronted Sam about Amy, when he called Amy a freak, it was heartbreaking to see Sam's hurt reaction to that. If Sam himself weren't dealing with severe mental illness due to his own trauma (which Dean finds freakish), he would be a freak simply by association by empathizing with Amy.

And speaking of Sam's hallucinations and mental health struggles in season 7 in particular (which, Dean obviously has his own struggles that deserve sympathy, but that's not what we're focusing on right now), it's all a repercussion of what Sam has been dealing with since the beginning of the show. We know that Sam has always felt like there was something different about him, and if you take John's journal into account and remember Lucifer showing him all the demons that have been following him his whole life in "Swan Song", then there's always been something...well, supernatural about him. Brady gets possessed, introduces him to Jess, he starts to get visions, he discovers he's psychic and has powers, that he's Lucifer's vessel, that "you didn't need the feather to fly, Dumbo, you had it in you all along"...then he goes to Hell, where his soul is stuck for months, being tortured by Satan himself. And because Cas brought him back without his soul, Dean's trust issues with him continue through season six and into season seven. He doesn't trust that Sam is stable. He doesn't trust that Sam isn't somehow wrong. Somehow a freak.

And it's not fair. It's so sad. You can understand, in a way, why Dean is wary. But Sam didn't ask for any of this. He does bear some responsibility in certain situations, yes, but he was forced into these things, or manipulated, or was simply born that way. There is nothing inherently wrong with the fact that he was born with these abilities.

It goes against Dean's worldview, though. It goes against the idea that his family should be all-in on what they do, that Sam should just fall in line, that the world is black and white and that there is something inherently wrong with people who have these abilities and differences that makes them less than human.

Remember when Sam got pissed at him for not telling him that Jack was planning to die in order to defeat Chuck? And Dean was upset that Sam asked ethical questions? So Sam, who is - according to many, including sometimes his own family - supposedly less than human, is the one asking and confronting these ethical questions, is pushing back against the popular worldview of the people he is associated with, and that pisses them off. They get upset that Sam pushes back. (God, if I'm not careful, I'm going to go into analysis of how Sam's hair represents his resistance.)

Look. Sam is the protagonist of the show. We see him through Dean's eyes, and because of Dean's worldview, the way we see Sam is skewed. And maybe that's the point. Maybe we're supposed to be questioning Dean more than people do. When Sam says in season eight that the trials are "purifying" him, that he always felt as if there was something wrong with him, we shouldn't be agreeing; we should be horrified at the fact that he has gone through life feeling subhuman. We should be questioning the world around him and the community he is a part of that simultaneously seems to detest his very existence.

The guy is literally part of a hostile environment, and every time he tries to break away, he gets guilted back into it. Either he serves the system, or it'll kill him.

[alltimefail]

I wrote a ridiculously long response that turned into basically a fic outline for this question from the Save The Dead Boys Twitter account, and I'm sharing it here so I can link the alt text for people who may want or need it (because Twitter's alt-text limits characters for some reason??? very annoying).

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Without further ado, The Dead Boy Detectives Zoo episode no one asked for is under the cut 😂

I think a day at the London Zoo would make an incredibly interesting backdrop for an episode!

Edwin has more than likely never been to the zoo, as the London Zoo itself did not open until 1928, years after he died. Charles and Crystal, however, have most certainly been to the London Zoo. Niko has been to a zoo before too, just not the one in London quite yet.

I imagine it happens like this: a ghost client who worked at the London Zoo and died due to being attacked by one of the animals comes in distraught. At first, no one understands the unfinished business or mystery of it; they just feel bad for the person because that's a horrifying way to die obviously, but they know HOW they died/where they died/when they died so it seems pretty cut and dry. That's when the ghost tells them that they'd worked there for years, specifically in the exhibit they died in, and the animals had never so much as bitten the workers in malice, nonetheless had bouts of uncontrollable rage. The only thing they remember before the attack is the animal spasming and acting in pain - that's why the worker intervened, to help - and then everything is muddy from there. The eyes of the animal, however, were the strange part... they had almost a sparkling sheen over them... and that's when the boys realize something is afoot.

They take the case and the client leaves, Charles goes pattering on about how it had been "Literally forever" since he went to a proper zoo, just waxing nostalgic and excited as he does, and the girls are bantering along with him because Niko says she's never been to London's zoo, and that's when Edwin pipes up, nonchalantly like, "Ah yes, I suppose I've never been either, now that you mention it." Charles is just... flabbergasted at this, he's like "MATE, you've never been to London Zoo?" and Edwin good-naturedly rolls his eyes and is like, "I have not been to any zoo, Charles, as the very concept was not even around when I was alive," and he'd probably say more but the look on Charles' face is kind of sad and sheepish because he should have known that, shouldn't of he? Edwin immediately goes to reassure him before Niko breaks the tension (observative as she is) and she's like, "OMG guys, this is perfect! We all get to experience it together, it'll be so perfect!" and Crystal is like, "Yeah, unlike you two who can just waltz right in, Niko and I will have to buy tickets. Might as well get our money's worth and stick around after."

The day starts all fun and nothing really seems amiss until another person is nearly attacked while they're there, and this time it's a child: like the animal is literally beating at the enclosure divider so hard they crack it trying to attack, and fortunately no one ends up hurt but Charles and Edwin do their little signature look at each other because they know SOMETHING is going on.

The case becomes time-sensitive then, and high stakes, so they regroup somewhere quiet where the girls won't get weird looks and that's when they're approached by a shapeshifter deity who has been skulking about the zoo for years (maybe they used to be a God or something before being reborn) and they give good intel, and it'd be funny because you KNOW Charles' hackles are up after Port Townsend and the whole Cat King and Monty debacle, and he's misinterpreting everything this animal shifter does as flirting to the point that eventually the deity calls Charles out for it in a "I don't want your man" kind of way. That's like the B-Plot going on and it would be hilarious, and even Edwin would find that part a little funny/gratifying because he's not dumb and he's SEEN Charles' change in behavior lmao.

Anyway this is now turning into an outline for a fic jfc the TLDR of the rest is that they realize some asshole kid came into possession of some dark magic materials and has been coming to the zoo and practicing the spells on the animals, just being a mischievous shit who thought animals would be easier to start with than humans and wanting to see what they would do. The gang has to fight the little shit, but they're eventually able to get the book away from him and Crystal, the godsend that she is, wipes his memory.

Afterward, they DO actually explore the zoo for fun, and Edwin is transfixed and telling everyone all the facts he knows about the animals. When he doesn't know anything off the top of his head, he reads the displays out loud and jots down the best bits. Charles is absolutely delighted and apologizes for not bringing Edwin sooner, but Edwin is having none of that and they have one of their sweet "Edwin and Charles" domestic moments. They're interrupted by Crystal clearing her throat and Niko giggling, one eyebrow raised because the girls KNOW, okay? But they don't say anything and Charles just steps back (when did they get so close??) and he wraps an arm around Edwin's shoulders and leads the way to the next exhibit. The girls share a lunch of various little junk foods one would only indulge in at a place like the zoo, and all of them leave with a little souvenir (Niko's idea) that they picked out for each other (it ends up working out that Niko picks Crystal's, Charles picks Niko's, Crystal picks Edwin's, and Edwin picks Charles').

From that day forward the group decides to take the time to do at least 1 "Fun" day a month that isn't inspired by casework!

[marivoid]

Entry 31

Day 223

This is him. One of the only people that can help me find The Doctor. The Heavy-Body Builder.

One problem: The man is the definition of "Looks scary, is a wet cat of a man." He definitely TRIED to be intimidating, but he failed pretty miserably at it when I met him after being unconscious for 10 days.

(Yes I did a double take. I still can't believe I was out for THAT long)

Picture this: Me walking towards a towering city of collapsing buildings with dust filled air. Eyes focused on the small blinks of light that just barely escape the smog- I'm thinking that I've finally made it! Comparator City!

And then I get absolutely BODIED by a huge hunk of metal. I wish I were kidding. My poor spine! My arm! It got freaking CRUSHED! I was sent flying a decent few feet and ended up crashing into an old light pole (Again. OW.) All that I can remember happening next is that same hunk of metal approaching me and some guy jumping out of it. But then... Well. I was out like a light.

Managed to wake up (after what felt like) a few hours later and oh GOODNESS did it hurt. My back, my right side, my stump of an arm- It all hurt! But there was somebody in the very dim room with me. The same person that crawled out of that hunk of metal.

"Thank goodness you're awake!" He had said when I first gained consciousness. "I was worried that you wouldn't stabilize! You've been unconscious for over a week!"

"I've been WHAT?!" And of course, when I sat up I saw the damage the man had done to me. Machines were strapped all over my body, an IV drip sticking out of my arm (Where he found a clean needle I will not ask.) a whole heart rate monitor- He was stacked! But from the state of everything, he was telling me the truth. "You knocked me unconscious for a week?!"

"Well it's r-really been ten days-"

"TEN DAYS?!"

"Yes- Yes I know it sounds absolutely horrible but! But! You're recovering at an accelerated rate! You should be good to go in a few days? Maybe three? The experimental drug is working great for you!" He had been blabbering and talking so fast that I nearly missed that detail.

"Experimental- I'm sorry, EXPERIMENTAL DRUG?" Of course I had been outraged back then. (Even looking back now I'm still a bit ticked off at being used as a guinea pig for a drug that could have killed me, but hey! I'm alive now!) "You used an EXPERIMENTAL DRUG to heal me."

"Yes! And it worked!" He stepped away from me to grab my prosthetic arm. "And! And I managed to upgrade your arm! It got destroyed- Again I'm so sorry about that- but hey! At least now your map and compass aren't an extra item to carry around!"

"So you fixed the nerve sensors? The solar panels?"

"Uh- No. Unfortunately I don't have access to the receptors or the proper solar panels you need." He had explained while reattaching my arm. "But! But, it works a lot like mine!" He flashed his brass arm, glowing a soft red. "It's powered by redstone! Should last you a solid month before you need to recharge it!"

And there was the main problem. "How in the ever loving hell do I get this 'redstone' stuff? Heck, where could I even get it?"

"Easy! Me!" He flicked on a lever on the backside of my arm and it felt... Nice at the time. Sturdy. Like it wouldn't die on me when I needed it most. "I use the Parrot System, so as long as you can get mail through the Parrots you should be good!"

"... The who?"

You wouldn't believe me if I told you this man began to glow with embarrassment. I mean he LITERALLY glowed. Pointy ears and face turning a bright red that GLOWED.

"Right, uh- The parrots! They're one of the middle tier delivery birds! I'm friends with their Flight Master! I... I take it you have no idea who I'm talking about."

"Not a damn clue."

"First of all, watch your tongue. Second! That's okay! I should have enough in store that should last you about three months- But you really need to find the Flight Masters. They'll help you in the long run."

When he stopped his rambling I focused on the newly upgraded arm. It is always a weird sensation, flexing a limb that's not really there. But the small tug of metal fingers and steel plates listening to one's mind is even weirder. And I mean REALLY weird.

"Who... Exactly are these Flight Masters?" I managed to ask him after a few moments of silence. "How do you... Get under their wing?"

"That-" The man paused and the red glow only grew. "That was a horrible pun-" He has a really nice laugh. Small but breathless.

"But it works! I mean, they have to be Birds of a Feather to Fly together-"

"Stop! Stop, no!"

"When am I going to stop, huh?! Never!" And then I started to laugh. I think it was just my mind needing something to focus on other than the glaring new arm attached to my body.

"Goodness you may be worse than Gri-" His laughter died when he barely mentioned a name. I couldn't get all of it, but it must be the Flight Master.

"Worse than...?"

"Y-You will find out eventually." His tune changed from that point going forward.

He eventually gave me his name (Mumbo) and gave me a quick summary of the three Flight Masters.

The Canary: Flight Master of the small, yellow birds that linger around Comparator City. Used by the residents of said city. Apparently the easiest one to befriend.

The Parrot: Flight Master of the robotic parrots that fly around all over the Crashlands. They're more tricky to get a hold of as they have a whole database on who's a customer and who's not. Need to find the Parrot Flight Master in order to get on the list.

The Crow: Flight Master of the Murders. Every crow I have seen so far apparently belongs to Him. And apparently the only way to find him is a mystery to even Mumbo. All I can do is hope for the best with that one.

That was all the information he was willing to tell me. Apparently I struck a nerve by getting him to almost spill the name of the Parrot Flight Master. I'm still resting in this small room, letting myself recover from being plowed by that big old machine.

I even tried asking him what that THING was that he hit me with! But he just shook his head and said it was a prototype I shouldn't bother myself with.

Things are just getting really overwhelming now. So much information to process. How do I find the Canary? Or hell, the Parrot? I'm not even going to TOUCH the subject of the Crow. What about the Demon? Is he still around? Is he in Comparator City? Will I run out of the weird redstone dust before I find the Parrot?

So many questions.

Too little answers.

I think I'm just going to shut off my mind for a little bit.

MLW

G.U.I.D.E. 67

[spdrvyn]

do you think you'll be writing a part 3 to "i'll be lonely with you" ?? 👀 it's so good and i am invested

let's be lonely together — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ there seems to be a spark growing between you and miguel, and you're forced to confront it when a heavy obstacle blocks your path.

minor angst. fluff. hurt/comfort. injuries. gn!reader. changed the formatting because it felt a little too clunky, hope you guys enjoy this one. school just started for me so i'll be getting a little busy T_T like the other "parts" in this, it can be read as stand alone.

You were absolutely mortified when you heard the news.

Miguel getting injured was a rare phenomenon that you'd only ever see in your nightmares, however the multiverse would always find a way to make those dreaded dreams of yours become a reality.

You'd refused to believe at first, standing as still as a mannequin once Jess had informed you, but that realization had finally sunk in. Miguel was hurt, and you were away while it happened.

From what you've gathered, he got impaled. It wasn't in any fatal areas, but it's a gut-twisting incident nonetheless. You shuddered just thinking of Miguel covered in blood, but to think that a spear, a sharp piece of metal, a blade piercing through and sticking out of Miguel's side left you unsettled.

Of course, your first instinct was to visit him. No second thoughts.

God, even as you paced hurriedly to the infirmary which was all the way across headquarters, your mind ran like a coding sequence. Trying to compute what to even say once you see him.

Being too forward and asking questions straight away might get him overwhelmed, he is frail and you certainly don't need to weigh down on him even more. Yet, you also want to show him that you care, but how do you do that without confessing your feelings for him?

Oh, right. Your feelings for him.

Cross your heart and hope to die, it started out as a small crush. Very miniscule, very minute, but who could blame you? You hadn't been around for as long as Peter B., Ben, let alone Jess, but he was more than okay with your company. You considered that to be a great achievement, but you celebrated too hard on your newfound friendship. Letting it fester in your heart, boiling for more.

You had tried to embrace delusion, you had tried to be content in the illusion of simply being friends, however guilt crept up on you at every single possibility. Maybe you could push down your feelings, stay in denial, but it would be a wasted effort.

It was the little things. The ghost of a smile that you would see forming on his lips whenever you talked about your interests or practically anything not work-related, the way that his eyes relaxed whenever you came into sight, how he ran his hand through his hair during the times it had fallen unkempt to fix himself up just for you.

Although it wasn't just you who noticed his tiny habits, Miguel was ever the observant type as well. During conversations, he'd occasionally interrupt you with a detail from a discussion that you two had three months ago. You wouldn't be surprised if he knew bullshit like your mother's maiden name.

This showed up in presents too. When you just happened to be hungry, Miguel had pulled out a small box, well as small as it could get when in his hands, and handed it you. Once you'd open it, you were met with the smell of your favorite fast food place.

Even with the snarky comments about how he could easily replicate it with the ingredients he had at home, there was no ignoring the absolutely smitten smile that he wore as he watched you eat. Content, happy, and most of all: full.

You'd missed it, all of it. The adrenaline in your veins raced like a runner on a track, hand shaky as you raised it to knock on the door of his medical room. Sweat gathered at your forehead, you held your breath as it threatened to collapse. You knew had to do this.

Three knocks was all you needed, but before you could even get to the third rap, Miguel's voice spoke from inside. "Come in," it was low, but not menacing like it usually was. He no longer spoke like he was commanding a room, getting your undivided attention, low from the bottom of his heart with every word serving a purpose.

No. Right now? He spoke like he'd fallen into the pavement, instead trying to divert your attention, low from the deep pit of shame and embarrassment that he dug himself into.

Once you'd entered, Miguel looked just as sad as you thought he'd looked. Even if he still adorned the suit that made him particularly stand out from every other spider-person running in and out of this place, the suit that served as his captain's hat, the freshly patched wounds shined through it all.

"Miguel," You spoke, voice hushed as you rushed to his side. He flinches when you slam the door shut behind you before you grip the railings of his 'hospital' bed. "What even happened?"

Your eyes ran over his body, observing how the molecular fabric of his suit glitched and stuttered, the same way a TV would look if you pressed your hand against the screen too hard.

You wanted to get a good look of his injuries, to check for any sign of what the full story was, but before you could do more, Miguel brings the covers over the entire lower half of his body, including the surface of his abdomen. Looking away shamefully.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," He grumbles and you could barely even hear it, his words tore your heart apart piece by piece. Did he not trust you? Were your efforts to see something more in him for naught? "Why are you here?"

"Why else do you think I'm here, Miguel?"

The truth was that you weren't even mad at him, just disappointed. Numbers were too finite to count the amount of times you've limped into Miguel's office with a brand new injury from a mission, the amount of times you've explained to him that you'd go straight to the infirmary after, the amount of times he's demanded that you sit down as he patches up your wounds while you report said mission to him. 

Yet he was this ashamed to act so vulnerable in front of you, while you've looked even weaker in the past? It made you think, it really did. "I feel like you owe me some explanation, don't you?" You insisted, but he just shook his head.

"There's more important things to attend to right now," He begins, and it makes the blood pumping in your heart freeze over. "It's really not that big of a deal, it'll pass in a day, I promise." Lies. All of it. 

The frigidity of his words seeped from your chest down to your very fingertips, the steel railing of his bed practically turning to ice as the realization sunk in. He didn't want you to see him like this. He didn't trust you enough to see him like this. 

But why?

You wondered. So you asked him. 

"I just don't get it." One of your hands lets go of bars that way you could smooth your hair, probably the only not messy part about you right now. "I thought I was doing everything right, and it's still not enough, is it?" 

Miguel's face falls, the tense pout that he wore like a jacket being ripped to shreds as you further rambled. "Why are you shutting me out like this? What did I do wrong?" Fragile, delicate, creaking and cracking, all while on the verge of breaking. 

Was it your voice? Your tears? Your composure? No, everything. It was as if he had you in a chokehold, a slight pressure, and you could shatter in an instant. Your head immediately tilted down, facing the floor. You prayed, prayed, and prayed that he wouldn't take notice of the crystalline drops that fell from your eyes. 

But Miguel can't even bring himself to say anything and he hates himself for it, don't get him wrong though, he has so many thoughts, he's had so many thoughts about you. He felt like such an idiot for not saying them to you before, but he'd feel like even more of an idiot if he said them right now. 

That was mostly the self-defense talking, just look at you. Sure, he was the dumbass injured on the hospital bed, but you were an entirely different kind of pitiful. The strength that he'd built over the past year, to hurdle obstacles both physically and mentally, to be a leader, yet he couldn't even undo the repression of the feelings that he so coldly locked away. 

He wanted to try though. For you.

"It's— it's not for the reasons you think, okay?" Miguel stuttered, how he wanted you to look up that way he could wipe your tears, hush and reassure you, but he couldn't. Not in this moment at least. "I'm an idiot, I really am."

Now, that made you redirect your attention. A rarity it was to witness the proclaimed genius, leader of hundreds of Spider-people, to call himself fucking stupid. Your eyes were dry, but the puffiness of your lids said all it needed to. 

Miguel's face scrunches up a little, he had to be vulnerable, it was the least of many things that he owed you. "I just think you're too good for me sometimes," He sighs, 

leaning back against the pillow behind him. Gazing distantly into the small corner of darkness in the room, "Not sometimes. A lot of the time. Everyday."

A wave of warmth crashes over your chest, coursing through your icy veins as Miguel further digs himself into this hole. A hole that he'd most likely die in. "You're just so— so you, you know?"

He denotes your perplexed face and sucks in a sharp breath, bringing a hand out to rub the wrinkles on his forehead. "Fuck, just give me a second to think." He huffs in annoyance, there were often times where Miguel would be able to explain the full extent of canon evemts with no breaks in between when it came to something as simple as saying I like like you, he was more than clueless.

"I've seen this place come to fruition ever since I could even begin to fathom multiverse travel," He starts, Miguel had normally upkept the habit of keeping eye contact with those he spoke with, but right now he wanted nothing more than to keep looking away from you. "A year. A whole year."

Miguel was smart, that he could say with confidence. He was able to build machines that allowed him access to scientific discoveries that nobody else could attain, the same machines that are the foundation of everything he's built. 

However, it all really boiled down to the people. Each individual that he's recruited is special, he can't deny that. Their origins are the same, maybe their suffering alike, but it comes down to the soul, the core of their being. There's a specialty in every Spider-person that he's walked by in these hallowed halls.

Even after all of that, he just couldn't comprehend it. After seeing all of them get knocked down by the cruel humor of the multiverse, only to get back up and to keep preserving, he hasn't made a single realconnection. 

"You come in only a few months ago and it seems like everybody knows your name, knows who you are, your smile." Miguel talked and talked and talked, like you weren't even in the room. Like how he did whenever he'd come back to his office from a mission, a mission with you and Lyla would beg him for the details. 

"Yet, even when there's so many better versions of Spider-Man out there, more charming and more... likeable," Finally, finally he turns his head back to face you, trying to fight back the shame that makes him want to just shut the hell up. 

"You chose me." How could he even call himself a genius after all of this?

One of Miguel's worst fears nowadays was you being in his place, possibly worse. Dead on the dark floor an alleyway in some distant dimension, that idea terrified him a lot. He almost thought he killed you himself when you only seemed to just— stare at him, lips slightly parted and the only reassurance he received that you were still with him in this realm was the slow rise and fall of your chest. 

If this was how you felt everytime you had a personal discussion with him, he completely understood if you'd leave this room hating his guts. As each second passes at a snail's pace, that pit of anxiousness grows and grows until—

"Miguel," It's a single word, his name, his calling; the way you say it though, it makes his heart drop below freezer temperature. "Is that really what you think of yourself?"

Huh?

"Here I thought that you were pissed at me this whole time," A dry, but short chuckle leaves your throat. The remnants of your sobs and previous cries still present in the way you spoke. "I don't hang around you just for some extra validation or because you're the boss, I stand you because I actually like you?"

What?

"Have you actually never considered that? That I wanted to know you past a work basis?" You almost find the utter shock on his face humorous if it weren't how ridiculous his mindset was, how stupid he truly was. 

"I mean— I didn't—" Whatever was left of your tears seemed to dry out watching him like this, tripping and falling over his words. The walls that he so desperately tried to build up crumbling before you into pieces, these pieces that you'd admire and care for. "Fuck, I'm no good at this."

"Yeah, I can see that." All the worries that you've held so close to your heart were slowly starting to be ebbed away by the what he'd just said, maybe you were afraid, but he was to. "I can do the rest of the talking now." 

Even if he didn't make a single movement, you could tell that he agreed with you. 

His heart thumps competing the speed of a race car as you place your hand on top of his, running your thumb smoothly across his bruised knuckles. You delight in the way that subtle dark red hue settles on his cheeks. It's working. 

"I really, really like you. I like the way your hair moves, I like the way I can take a peek at your fangs when you laugh, I like the way that you roll your eyes when someone says something really stupid," It's a drawn out ramble, one that Miguel could get absolutely drunk on and result in a hangover the next morning. 

"You're not better or worse than me, we both carry our own flaws, have our own struggles," Time seems to come to a standing point when you bring his scathed hand to your heart, where he can feel how fast it's beating under his fingertips. 

"But what really matters to me is that we help each other change, to improve. You've done so much for me after all this time and I want to do the same for you ten-fold," You suck in a sharp breath. "Possibly even more." 

Miguel clearly couldn't bring himself to words right now. How could he after everything you've just confessed? Any sentence after that would make him sound like a caveman and it's not like he could afford to look like any more of a bumbling idiot in front of you after all that. 

Instead, he opts for something else. Slowly but surely, he drags his hand up to grip onto your shoulder, pulling you closer. Gently but closer. 

He notices the way that your body tenses in anticipation, your breath quickening when his gaze flickers down to your lips. 

"May I?"

Yes, please.

There was a certain softness to the way that Miguel kissed you, in a way that you'd never expect would come from him. However, the grip that he has on your shoulder tightens and surely, there's a certain desperation to how he holds you. 

He wants this. He needs this. 

You want to lean in closer. Maybe even climb onto the bed and straddle his lap so that things can go further deeper, all of these thoughts racing through your head come to an abrupt stop when Miguel hisses in pain pulling back. 

Excitement quickly contorts into concern when he retracts his hand from you to rub the crook of his neck. You swore you could see blood sprinkling the gauze that covered the wound there.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You should—" Before you could even finish apologizing, he recovers. Practically grabbing you with so much force that your body slightly clashes against the metal of his bed, the cold steel in contrast to the warmth of his touch. 

God, kissing you felt like running a marathon or scaling a building as high as the Effeil Tower, but did Miguel care? No, he didn't. He didn't give a shit if he'd be ripping a stitch or causing a blood vessel to pop. You were all that mattered to him now. 

"Don't you dare apologize." He grits through labored breaths before continuing to kiss you with a newfound hunger and how could you not listen? 

No matter how many bandages, lectures, and battles Miguel had to go through each passing day. The isolation that had consumed his heart in a tar nobody could break, you did. When Miguel was there to save the multiverse, most of all, you would be there to save him. 

And he was more than okay with that. 

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[ssruis]

At some point I really do need to talk about tsukasa + rui wrt to rui - who has had so many people leave him because his ideas were scary/dangerous even when he did everything to ensure people wouldn’t actually get hurt - going “I’m going to be too weird and he’s going to leave me so I should just get it over with now by being as insane as possible. Ok he’s still here what if I’m more insane. Ok he’s still here but surely he’ll leave if I’m even crazier. Ok he’s still here but THIS time (rinse and repeat).” I feel like a lot of why rui acted Like That in the beginning was because he was like “this guy is a liar there’s no way he’ll actually stick around *nobody* is ok with my stunts.” If everyone says you’re weird and your ideas are insane and will hurt people you might as well lean into that being your reputation so that nobody else will attempt to be your friend and then leave when you + your ideas are too much. Obviously a lot of this is unconscious but I think in the beginning it was at least a little deliberate.

He was 100% lying when he was like “if you touch this you’ll die” in the main story but I feel like that was his way of being like “see recruiting me was a bad idea. Oh well this is what I expected”. Which is also why he immediately is like “bye then ✌🏻” when tsukasa is like “I don’t want to die.” & then he’s shocked when tsukasa is like “ok fine let’s do that” -> he suggests a flame thrower and launching tsukasa 10 meters into the air -> tsukasa is still like “😰… but it will wow the audience so as a future star I must do it”

which is 100% the first time anyone has been insane enough to agree to what rui throws at them & he’s very obviously super cheesed by this

The reason I’m singling out tsukasa (besides the fact that I’m a ruikasa enjoyer) is that, unlike with emu/nene, 1) tsukasa promised to match his freak during their first interaction 2) when rui attempted to call his bluff tsukasa continued to be insane and agree to his ideas.

& then when rui “shows and theatre are my entire life and also the only way I know how to connect to people (even though that never works)” kamishiro leaves and refuses to return, Tsukasa elects to convey his true feelings/rediscovery of his original goal through a show based around their argument. Which is an absolutely unhinged thing to do, but it works because rui is also unhinged and shows are the language he speaks best.

I think after the main story rui’s continued attempts to find the point where he’d finally become Too Much for tsukasa were unconscious. The brain likes patterns and it’s natural to attempt to make any exceptions to a rule fit with what you’re used to.

Wonder Halloween is absolutely rui’s worst nightmare coming true, in that he constantly goes to such great lengths to ensure that what he does is safe and people still leave anyways - and now he’s finally found someone just as crazy as he is, a place he can be accepted, and Tsukasa gets hurt because one of rui’s inventions malfunctions. If people left rui when it *was* safe, why on earth would someone stay when they actually got hurt because of him? & then tsukasa doesn’t leave, but rui pulls back because there’s no way he’s getting a second chance if someone else gets hurt. I think tsukasa being mad at *himself* for getting hurt and only getting mad at rui for pulling back was Huge because rui is so used to being too much, and now tsukasa is going “I won’t accept anything less than your authentic self.” Also huge because it showcases that tsukasa is a fucking freak.

The constant roping tsukasa into antics at school is (imo) another part of that - ok so tsukasa is fine with all of this on the stage, but what about in front of all of his peers? Getting in trouble and being labeled as weird will be the deal breaker right? Even nene doesn’t want to be seen around him. Nope! Tsukasa actually is going to act like they’re glued at the hip at school. Tsukasa cares about his reputation, in that he doesn’t want to be labeled as a trouble maker, but he’s already known as a weirdo and doesn’t really care. He’ll huff and puff about Rui being irresponsible and tarnishing his reputation but he’s still not leaving. Rui will purposefully annoy him & tsukasa will react dramatically but continue to associate with him.

Pandemonium is essentially an event about their relationship, & I’m not going to go pull a bunch of quotes (I am keeping this post solidly under control. I am not going to go insane with the evidence. I am normal and in charge of my own destiny.) but since I have this quote on hand:

Rui: I had always thought that I could never properly understand everyone around me.

Rui: as I started doing shows at Wonder Stage with everyone, my way of thinking and feelings began to change.

Rui: now, I am able to understand and connect with someone without relying on shows, and I’ve come to value the beauty of laughing alongside others

Rui: that’s why — tsukasa-kun. Thank you for giving me the chance to change.

The reason why pandemonium is the turning point for their relationship is because they’re connecting outside of shows. The reason why rui specifically cites tsukasa as the reason he changed is because tsukasa brought him to wxs, repeatedly emphasized that he would not accept rui holding back, and stuck with him when any sane and reasonable person would have been like “I value not getting detention on the daily and not dying on stage.” I say that with love. Pandemonium shows that rui *can* connect to people and form relationships without playfully threatening bodily harm several times a day, but the rui + tsukasa relationship is special in that they’re both insane Together.

One specific thing I want to point out is in the card story where tsukasa joins the disciplinary committee (I’m not transcribing that/pulling quotes watch it yourself) because he’s tired of having a reputation as a trouble maker. The easiest way to clear his name would be to stop associating with Rui at school, but tsukasa instead goes “I’m going to be taking responsibility for him and watching him carefully”. ??? Ok? Freak. (Tsukasa Tenma voice) you are NOT getting rid of me.

Last thing to mention is that saki, upon first meeting rui, is like “He must keep my brother in check I’m glad he found someone to do shows with 🥰” (funniest possible first impression of the ruikasa dynamic). This post is rui focused (consequence of spending the past 24 hours rotating him in my mind) but I think that because rui is so crazy people often forget that tsukasa is also insane. Even saki, who he’s objectively more normal around, thinks he’s a freak.

They’re both show maniacs. Matching each others freak. Absolutely misery inducing to be around if you haven’t built up a tolerance. I think they’re neat. I hope they both explode. You understand.

[candyskiez]

i would love to hear more of ur thoughts about ???%… specifically surrounding teru cause it’s been on my mind lately

OHOHOHOHO you've awoken the beast. I am so sorry. I will specify. I love Teru. I love Teru so much. This makes it sound like I don't like Teru. I really like Teru. I am writing about ???%'s thoughts. I am studying him under a microscope. None of this is how I personally feel about Teru. Do not kill me. Please do not kill me.

I'm admittedly biased towards plural mob because. System. But I did write this with both plural mob and ???% as the repressed parts of Mob, so feel free to read it as metaphorical or Guy In Mobs Brain.

So. I've been thinking a lot lately about how Teru strangling Mob could've easily been the first time he almost died. Like. I don't think he almost died in that incident when they were kids, and I think Reigen would not be nearly as relaxed on jobs if he thought Mob would die. We've seen how he is when Mob's in any amount of what he considers to be serious danger. So I feel like it's very, very important to remember that when talking about how ???% reacts to Teru. ???% does not react to the literal terrorists as much as he reacts to Teru, because Teru was the first and one of the most personal.

I say most personal because well. For the others it wasn't about him, it was about a goal. Teru was just...fighting him, in Mobs eyes. Teru was operating on his own insecurities. It wasn't some big conflict, it wasn't some epic anime fight, it was just about Teru's insecurities and need for Mob to not be a threat to him and to be Better than everyone else. It was just two kids fighting. I think a lot about why ???% holds onto this so so hard, and a few reasons I think he has are

1. The shit listed above

2. The fact that Mob wasn't doing anything to instigate, was in fact actively asking him to stop, doing ALL the "do not stick out, do no harm" shit that made Mob repress ???% so hard in the first place, and Teru still hurt him. Mob repressed him for no fucking reason because people would still hurt him anyway.

3. This very well could've been one of the few times ???% has came out at all in a long time. I'm not sure how often ???% would've gotten to come out since it seems for a while he just came out when Mob needed it/when Mob wasn't around to stop it. So like. First memory in years and it's this guy strangling you. Would leave a pretty big impression.

4. Teru never actually apologized. Like. WE know he's sorry. But Mob and ???%...didn't? Mob was willing to let it slide. But like...those repressed emotions are gonna go somewhere. Mob might not want to think about it, but that event was traumatic for everyone involved. They almost died and Teru had his entire world view torn apart, got thrown into the SKY, and had to piece everything together lol over again. Like. ???% depending on your view point is Mobs repressed emotions or someone that literally formed to hold his repressed memories (save me plural mob, save me). ???% admits in the manga he doesn't trust anyone. How many times did he feel unsafe around him and wasn't able to do anything, because Mob liked him? Because mob cared about him and knew he changed, so it'd be unfair to bring it up, and besides HES the one who really hurt Teru, so it's fine! It's fine. <- Boy who isn't fine. How much was ???% just waiting for Teru to turn around and attack them again?

5. This also leads into my next thought: lack of agency. Some of these points will be less applicable if you don't view him as plural, but I think some of them still definitely work if you think of him as Mob but to the left: he feels like he didn't get a say in whether not they'd be close with Teru, he feels like Teru just Decided they were friends and didn't even acknowledge what happened and now he can't mention it or ask if he's actually changed or if he's even sorry because then he'll be an asshole so he just HAS to be quiet regardless of how he feels about it. He feels like everyone just decided Teru was SO good now and didn't even ask him how HE felt about it. He feels like Teru's moved on and just FINE, like he didn't almost fucking die. Actually I think almost all of this works if you don't view him as plural. Yippee I'm not accidentally alienating anyone here.

6. No seriously. Teru didn't apologize. Did ???% almost come out a few times at being around Teru. Did Mob get scared by Teru reaching towards him and ???% started to surface. How many times.

Okay okay. Now onto confession arc. I'm thinking about why he acted the way he did and like. He wanted to hurt him so bad. And it's so damn raw. Like. Teru is repeating the lesson Mob taught him, genuinely trying to help, but from ???%'s perspective it feels like a fucking joke. Teru almost killed him. Teru acted not even that different for YEARS, and he gets a slap on the wrist. But ???% messes up once and he's punished, for years? But Teru doesn't even have to apologize? Teru doesn't even have to try to get forgiven? But ???% was dutifully silent for four years. And he's still hated. I feel like that was kind of the point where ???% became WAY more destructive which. Very interesting. He went from "I need to see Tsumobi" to "I want to hurt this person." Also I'm thinking about how strongly he reacted to being told it was for his own good, that Tsumobi shouldn't see him like this, to calm down like. Okay. There's no way he hasn't heard all of that a million times. Like obviously I love it from a plural perspective but I'm gonna go into ???% is an allegory for a sec. Being told that you need to mask for your own good, that they just totally have your best interests at heart and that's why they never want to hear you complain or look upset or even slightly lose control of yourself or act even slightly abnormal. Let alone the fact ???% believes HES the real Shigeo. In his eyes being told to calm down and act like Mob again is being told to stop existing. He's being told to calm down the first time in YEARS he's let any of this out. And like. Tsumobi shouldn't see you like this. In his mind that's being told "Tsumobi shouldn't see YOU. People shouldn't see you. You're not desirable. People don't want to look at you. Just go away. Just be normal. Just be quiet. Calm down. Stop making such a scene. Get a clue." And that's obviously not how Teru meant it and ???% is doing serious damage, but like. He's having a breakdown. He seems calm in the mind scape, but he is Not Fucking Calm. He's having a breakdown. He feels so goddamn rejected by everyone and he's chasing the one good memory he got to make as ???%, not Mob. Which like. God from an autism or a plural perspective hits me so fucking hard. I remember being a kid and clinging on way too hard to my only friend because she didn't mind me acting autistic and getting so so terrified when she started drifting away from me. Watching it just feels like watching kid me panic because the only person who doesn't hate him isn't hanging out with him anymore. Being plural and autistic means this show will kill you. Anyways. What I'm saying is Teru basically took a mallet to every single one of ???%'s buttons and he took that Personally.

I'm gonna can it here because if I don't I'll never shut up. But I love Teru and ???%'s dynamic. So much. I love it. I have so many more thoughts on it, plural and non plural. You have no idea how much it's paining me to can it here. This fucking show, man.

[shady-scripter]

How Long

It took me way too long to pull this out-

You guys remember that on poll with Hamilton lyrics? Yeah, that’s what this was for

Malon thought of him as she washed the dishes and dealt with the livestock. It was at the day’s end that she wrote to him. Though, that was only when she wasn’t exhausted.

Dear Link,

You have no idea how plain it is without you or the others around. It feels sorta like-

She groaned, unable to find the words that suited the sentence. She closed her eyes, thinking random words. Green, gliding, sword. None of them would help her letter.

-almost like I’m in some sort of limbo…? A supposed the easiest way to put this is alone? Words truly aren’t coming to me in this letter, but I felt that I should write anyway, make sure you know that I’m okay on this end.

Be safe, love,

Malon

She looked over her letter, fairly disappointed in it. It was shorter than she usually had them, but it was time for bed. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t think of the right words.

Besides, if she talked too much, she may uncover the big news before he gets back. She needed to see his face when she told him!

So, Malon folded the paper and put it in an envelope, opting to carry it to the office tomorrow.

Then her stomach started to rumble. She cursed and ran to the bathroom.

~~~

The day had been a close call. No one was injured, but with the rise of these new enemies, moblins and lynels with elemental powers, this adventure was getting more dangerous by the minute.

Time’s leg bounced as he tried to think of his own words. Red? No. Well, yes, but no.

Then the thought came back, the one that had haunted him for so long.

Dear Malon,

I think that I’m scared. Not for me, for the other boys. We encountered something none of us have seen before. A moblin with elemental powers. We also encountered a lynel with elemental powers, but I ordered a retreat. No one is too badly hurt. Only slight burns.

But that only fuels my fear. Malon, I love you and I’d do anything if it meant that I could come back to you. But I have this looming feeling above me, like my time is near. I pray that this is just paranoia and not some deity trying to warn me.

I’m sorry to leave you on such a note,

Link

He sighed. And began to fold it.

“You look like doom and gloom tonight.”

“Just a little stress is all, Captain.” Warriors pat Time on his back.

“You made a good call. Those things are new.”

“Do you think there’s another one?” Wind piped up.

“Another one?” Wild asked.

“Well, when we see another version of a moblin or boko, that’s how we figured another one of us was coming.” Twilight explained. “I mean, it’s how we found Sky.”

“His bokos look atrocious,” Warriors scoffed.

“Our bokos look atrocious! Yours looks just like mine!” Sky laughed.

Time hummed. “You are right. I suppose they come from close to the Champion’s era with how similar their enemies look.”

“It must be pretty damn far from him. Since when can moblins do electricity?” Legend reasoned. Time nodded.

“We’ll find out soon enough. For now, it’s time for bed. Who’s day for watch is it?”

~~

Malon’s leg bounced as she read his latest letter.

He thinks that he’s going to die out there? Well, if he died out there, she was going to drag his soul back home and stick it into one of the cattle.

Her hand gripped the fabric of her dress that hung over her belly. She could feel how much it’s grown since he last visited. She was already starting to panic that the bump would tell Link before she could. Now she had to deal with the fact that maybe she’ll never see Link again…?

She’s seen how he looks at those boys. He looks at them with such a longing. He already told her why. He said, “I long to have my own be as strong as them.” It made her so happy to hear that from him.

The downside was, Link was a very loyal person. If something came up and it was him or one of them, he’d choose them in a heartbeat.

He doesn’t value his life as much as Malon wished he did. He was stuck in that hero mindset. He always put others' lives before his own.

She hated getting letters like this. The only thing she could do about it was pray that he returned to her. That he returned to them.

~~

He grunted as he swung his sword through another one of Sky’s lizalfos. He could hear how loud his own panting was. He swung his sword again and hit metal. He made a sound akin to a growl.

He swung again and the next lizalfos fell to his claymore. He felled another five bokoblins before he heard a yell.

“An electric lynel?!” His heart dropped to his stomach. He cut down a few more bokoblins before he ran to face the lynel.

Hyrule was already trying to deal with it, launching his holographic swords at it. Wild aided him with his remote bombs. Time sighed, thankful that they weren’t going in recklessly this time. Too bad he was about to.

He reached to his side, pulling out his checkered-bladed sword and threw it like a spear. It sliced through one of the lynel’s legs, its rawr is the loudest Time has ever heard.

He gripped the biggoron sword with his secondhand once more, swinging at the beast.

“Wait!” He barely registered the scream before his blade met the beast. The searing and agonizing pain shook through his spine like an earthquake. He felt his scream, but he couldn’t hear it.

He felt his body hit the ground, but the buzzing of electricity on his armor remained, keeping him firmly in place.

“…to him!” His hearing began to turn coherent rather than the deafening ringing. The sounds of battle continued. Shouting, slashing, groaning, screaming.

His fingers twitched as he tried to use them to grip the earth beneath him. When his focus regained, he saw a shadow loom over him.

He turned his head to look behind him. There, blocking the sun, was the same lynel responsible for electrocuting him. It raised its sword into the air.

I have this looming feeling, like my time is near.

His time wasn’t near anymore. It was here.

“HYAH!” And, suddenly, the thing fell to its side, dropping its sword on the dirt right next to Time.

He landed, spear in hand, the blade glowed a brilliant bright blue. Similar to a tunic he knew.

“Champion?” His voice croaked, raw from his scream. The boy’s hair swayed as he turned to look at Time, his lips sealed.

It was then that Time noticed how quiet it had gotten. An arrow landed at the boy’s feet. He jumped back, his eyes darting around.

“Woah!” Time saw Twilight holding Wild back. “What are you doing?!”

In his peripheral he saw a hand. He turned and it was the same blue tunic that the Champion wore.

Did he pass out?

He took the boy’s arm and stood with his help. Time made haste to strip himself of his buzzing armor.

Time stampered over his words and opted for a curt nod which the boy returned.

“Are you alright?” Warriors came to Time’s side. Time nodded, a weak smile on his face.

Warriors looked at the ‘fake’ Wild. “And you are?”

Time side eyed Warriors. They both already knew the answer.

The doppelgänger signed. “Link.”

What a surprise.

Time and Warriors let out a sigh in unison.

~~

She swayed with her humming, guiding the broom across the floor.

Her nerves were getting worse and worse. He had told her about what Ingo did in that forgotten time, but she couldn’t ask her father.

She dreaded asking him, she really did, but she didn’t have someone else she could fall back on.

Now she had to find out how she was going to word the letter. She was surely not going to wait until he came back to explain.

She sat down at the desk with a relieved sigh. She glanced out of the window, watching Ingo wrestle with cuckoos. She chuckled to herself.

She was in a fairly vulnerable state. If he wanted to, Ingo could easily overtake the Ranch. But Malon knew he wouldn’t, she already told him what Link would do if he tried something. That would come even before he found out about her state. After he realized, Ingo would be six feet under if he wasn’t already.

She giggled at her own thoughts. She turned her gaze back to her ever growing stomach. “You know, naming you would be so much easier with him here.” She rubbed her stomach over her belly button. “She said that you’d be a beautiful boy. I’m fighting myself not to make you a junior, you have no idea.” She giggled again, her feeting kicking.

She looked back outside her window, the sunset looking bright today. “Link Junior…would he like that?” She sighed. “I got to be ready in case he doesn’t come before you, y’know. Can’t look crazy when they ask me what to put on the paper.” She chuckled for only a moment, it faded into a frown. “Maybe you can be named something not destiny tied. Like Cassidy or Calor or- wait.” Malon hummed. “Hear me out, Calon.”

She didn’t know what she expected. Maybe a small kick or something like that, not Ingo’s face smashing against the window right in front of her.

She busted out laughing. “Calon it is!”

~~

They were getting easier with the new hero’s guidance. They started calling him Guardian. It was his request. The Champion didn’t like the idea. It was obvious that they were connected in some way.

It was through the side eyes and off handed comments that alerted Time. He hoped this wouldn’t become a split in the team.

It was obvious that Warriors was taking a liking to Guardian, hanging around him more than the Champion. Time could see that Wild also noticed.

He stayed away from Warriors more than he used to.

The boys did their usual bantering as they walked. He was just following Twilight’s lead, as they were in his world. They’d been there for a few weeks, if not a month. It’s the longest they’ve been in a single world.

The boys were starting to gamble on when the next portal would open. If Time could guess, he’d say between a few hours or next week. Either way, the hoards were getting cut less and less.

They hadn’t fought anything all day. Well, except Wild. He hated baths. Twilight compared him to a cat.

Which was ironic because Twilight could turn into a literal wolf. Time was pretty sure cats hated dogs, yet those two were attached at the hip.

“So, Old Man,” his eyebrows and ears raised at attention. “How’s the wife?”

His eyebrows furrowed, trying to think as to why the Veteran of all people would ask about Malon. He answered hesitantly. “She’s-“

“Give me my rupees!” The Sailor yelled, pointing behind Time. Time turned and there, in all its purple swirly spooky glory, was a portal. “I was right! Eat shit Captain!”

The Captain pushed the Sailor away by his face. Looking over, he saw a smile on Guardian’s face. Not a large one, but it was there. Time was happy to see that his guard was coming down.

“Approach with caution. We don’t want another incident like in Wind’s Hyrule,” Time muttered, slightly trembling with the thought of plunging into water again. The others nodded.

When stepped through the portal and opened his eyes, he was overcome with relief. Yes, he wasn’t plunged into water, but he was also home.

He was home.

“Cookies, cookies, cookies…” some of the others joined in with the Smithy’s chanting. Time let loose a laugh.

“So that’s how you remember her? I’ll tell her that,” He chuckled.

“You shoulda tasted those orange ones! They were so good!” Sky’s eyes were practically stars.

“What is it with you lot and pumpkins?” He asked, a snicker at the tip of his tongue.

Twilight rolled his eyes. Time waved it off. “Let's go get some cookies.” The others cheered.

They were lucky they walked into Hyrule field during the morning. He didn’t know if he felt like fighting stalchildren. Well, it wasn’t like they were scary or hard to fight, he must’ve been feeling particularly lazy today.

Or he was saving his strength for the ungodly beating he was going to give Ingo if even a single drop of Malon’s blood stained his carpet.

She said that it was getting harder to manage it on her own, which was understandable. They worked together on that Ranch usually. She was amazing and proficient when she worked, but everyone eventually gets overworked. She deserved more help.

But did it have to be him? Was there really no one else out there?

They side eyed each other as Time and the others went up the hill. He wasted no time. “Where is she,” his voice came out more snarly than he anticipated.

Ingo looked him up and down. “In bed.” They stared each other down for another few seconds, one judging the other so keenly it was like ritual. Ingo looked away first, his muttering growing coherent with each word.

“What kind of husband leaves a pregnant wife to manage a farm alone? What an ass.” Time’s ears perked up at the allegation, but he doesn’t react other than that. Well, not outwardly.

He can't focus on his steps as he walks to the door. His eyes feel hazy and his breath can’t decide what pace it wants to go.

He softly knocked on the door, waiting for any sound to come from inside. He couldn’t hear a thing.

“Aye!” Time’s head snapped backwards. Wind rubbed his temple. “Bastard,” the boy muttered.

On the ground, next to the cursing boy, was a plethora of keys. One of which he knew was a house key.

He glanced up at Ingo and slowly reached down to pick up to the keys. He maintained eye contact while he stood back up.

He shuffled with the key inside the lock until he heard the soft click that told him that the door was open. He twisted the knob and pushed the door.

“What was the point of knocking if you had the-“ their eyes met.

“Oop-“ Sky covered Warriors’s mouth.

“You’re…” he was sure his jaw was on the floor. Malon glanced down, spotting her own problem.

She laughed, awkwardness laced into every sound. “Yeah.”

“You’re-!” he ran up to her, not even finishing his sentence. He scooped her into his arms and spun her. It was close to, if not the same thing, that Malon did to him when he proposed.

She squeaked. “Mercy! Calon needs space!” Link set her down. She cupped his cheek, a smile on her face. “Why are you crying?” She whispered, wiping a stray tear from his face.

Time struggled to find the words so he hummed. Malon shook her head. “Speak words!” She laughed.

Time looked away and chuckled. “I’m, well, no juniors.”

“Awe,” Malon faked disappointment. “I did think about it though.” She laughed. “Our little LJ.”

“Stop,” Time wiped his own tears. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to see this. I wanted to see you,” She answered swiftly. “It was truly a test of will not to write “pregnant” on the parchment.”

Then he did it. The thing he’d been dying to do since he did it last. He kissed her, planting her beautiful lips onto his own.

She pulled him back down when he pulled away, turning the tender kiss into a fit of abstract giggles.

“So, uh,” he forgot they were there. “Twilight’s grandpa is on the way?” Wild laughed. “Ow!” Wild rudded where his predecessor punched him. Twilight’s cheeks tinted red.

“I guess so,” Time giggled as Malon’s arm wrapped around his waist. Time pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “I think that it’s time you head back upstairs.”

Malon hummed, “No.” Time picked her up and began up the steps.

The others watched the married couple giggle on their way upstairs with lingering eyes.

“Damn,” Legend started. “I wonder how long he lasted.”

“VET!”

[nellasbookplanet]

Having finally read the Nimona comic (it’s very good, everyone please go read it) I can’t help but find describing it as being about the power of incredible violence to defeat an authoritarian state, as I've seen done, to be both kind of misleading and ultimately reductive to the story as a whole.

Yes there is incredible violence in the comic and it was in the end what tore down the corrupt system, but it was also Nimona's downfall, destroyed her relationship with her only friend (and led to her (temporary) death by his very hand as he could no longer stand by her and her actions, even as he never judged her, recognized her role as a victim and tried to save her until the end), put countless civilians in danger, and ultimately did little to nothing to address how to actually fix the problems of the system to keep them from returning. In fact, Nimona as a character shows little interest in fixing anything. She suggests killing the king and having Ballister take his place, despite Ballister neither wanting this nor having the experience to pull it off (and would, in fact, only result in replacing one king with another rather than lead to an entirely new system, as is often the case with bloody uprisings). When people start dying from the illness they spread, Ballister wants to immediately stop it; Nimona suggests they let more people die to further rile up hatred and anger against the institution. Nimona isn't a good guy looking to save people; she's an angry, hurt girl looking to hurt those who hurt her and those who have the potential to hurt her in the future (even when Ballister is one of those people). She is the villain the state turned her into.

And that is kind of the point I see the story making. Not 'you need incredible violence to tear down an authoritarian state' as something good and celebratory, but rather 'an authoritarian state will ultimately lead to its own downfall by creating monsters of its own making, and while said downfall is needed the fact that it has to happen at all is deeply tragic because there are no winners here'. Nimona isn't a villain-villain (the true antagonist is obviously still the Institution), but she isn't a hero either. She's a tragic figure with a tragic end that the state brought upon itself by mistreating its people. She doesn't stick around to help rebuild and heal, and she doesn't (to our knowledge) get to see her home become a better place. It's a bittersweet end where the very person who tore down the oppressors is too broken to enjoy the end result. It isn't a story about rebellion, it's a story about the inherent and justified self-destruction of authoritarian systems.

(Writing it out like this, I realize that, thematically, it’s very similar to n.k. jemisin's broken earth trilogy, which you should all also read because it is incredible and not very friendly to authoritarian states.)

[the-raging-tempest]

WOTR Companions First and Final Impressions

Thank you for the tags @dujour13 and @rollofleaf

This was a lot of fun. Disclaimer is that Anton only has the first impressions because my partner has not yet finished the game, so he is waiting to form his opinion of the full story arc. There will be some spoilers. Also this is not quite in their voice. Because a lot of this expresses things they would not say or even be aware they think. Hope that makes sense.

First Impressions

Seelah

Lariel: I like her! She’s like a hero you might read about in stories. She's fun. I trust her.

Zrise: Iomedaean. Paladin. Lectures incoming.

Anton: She seems nice. Trustworthy. Not sure about all the knight stuff. We'll see.

Camellia

Lariel: She seems so cold. There must be something I don’t understand… but I want to understand you Camellia…

Zrise: I thought she’d just be a pretty face but she can use a sword. There’s a blood lust in her voice… but she seems to like playing coy… she has my full attention.  

Anton: I like her. She seems like she knows what she's doing. A little reckless. I should keep my eyes out for her.

Lann

Lariel: I like his smile. I don’t really get his sense of humor, but he seems like he’s got a good heart.

Zrise: This guy is really pathetic. I can't stand him. Every word out of his mouth makes me want to punch him in his scaled face.

Anton: He seems nice. He's hard to look at. Even if I tried to help him anything I could give him would fall through his fingers like sand.

Wenduag

Lariel: She seems so untrusting and afraid. Lashing out. I want to help her… but I don't know how. Maybe I can’t… 

Zrise: Weird ass woman. Kind of a freak. I want to see whatever the fuck she does next. She is so transparent it’s entertaining. 

Anton: I like her. She's untrustworthy, but easy to read.

Woljif

Lariel: Trying to charm seems to come easy to him. He reminds me of Venan… but softer. I need to help him. I’ll free you and protect you, Woljif.

Zrise: He's a little shit. Picks fights he can’t finish and then needs to beg for help? Pathetic. Learn to stand up for yourself. Put up or shut up, tiefling. 

Anton: Seems smarter than he lets on. He talks to listen. I can't imagine there's a good reason he's locked up. We must stick together.

Ember

Lariel: Who could hurt her? She seems so kind and gentle…. but she has seen and felt so much cruelty. I won't let them hurt you anymore Ember.

Zrise: Does she want to die? What's wrong with her? Creepy thing.

Anton: Witches like Ember, who are unmoored from reality, require as much protection from others as they need to be protected from. Ember is to be treated with kindness, curiosity, and grounding whenever possible. She could turn into something dangerous or into something great.

Daeran

Lariel: I don't like him. He is… clearly putting on some kind of front, but until he’s honest, there's nothing I can do for him.

Zrise: He screams ‘client’.  All too familiar. This is exactly what I expected. At least his type is easy. I'll string him along for as long as I can.

Anton: I can't imagine ever holding an opinion as tightly as Daeran seems to hold onto many of them. Daeran is unimportant to me.

Nenio

Lariel: She is… interesting. I'm very concerned about what she'd do without me…

Zrise: Hilarious. I’m keeping her around for these ‘experiments’. 

Anton: Nenio is curious. It leads her to conclusions and new knowledge, but she is too distracted to see the boons of mystery and ambiguity.

Galfrey

Lariel: I’ve read so much about her it is surreal to speak with her. I have so many questions to ask. Though I’m a little intimidated by her… I don’t know why she’d give me any authority… 

Zrise: Galfrey… let’s see what kind of queen you really are.

Anton: A snake within a snake. She holds so much power but that power so easily divested. The strings must be thin and long.

Sosiel

Lariel: I feel so much sympathy for him. He's not as simple as he seems. We have a lot in common… I think we could be friends. 

Zrise: Cleric of Shelyn let me show you how fickle and fragile that muse of yours really is. 

Anton: He’s fine. I don’t trust him. I don’t think he knows any better. 

Regill

Lariel: I have never felt rage like this before. It shakes my very core and threatens to spill blood. How dare you!? I would rather someone be a coward and leave them to die, than be an executioner like you. 

Zrise: Hellknight. Too bad. More bodies for the army I guess. At least they are willing to die. I put so little value in the lives of those who serve Hell.  

Anton: He is the heel that stomps on the neck of others, but he is a boot worn by someone else. Walking dead.

Arueshalae

Lariel: A demon who turns to light and goodness. She is like a shinning star. I will do everything I can to help.

Zrise: Fascinating… enthralling… enchanting… I can sense the touch of Elysium on her. As well as the rot of the Abyss. I feel… drawn to her in a way that normally would frighten me. But I’m electrified. My goddess would surely approve. If only she would turn to Calistria and not Desna. Lust is in her very nature. I must possess her. 

Anton: It is a rare treat to fraternize as equals and friends with a being that one might make a pact with. Her malleability is a little discomforting. She is sweet. I trust her.

Greybor

Lariel: He seems so resigned. I wonder where he feels like he actually belongs…

Zrise: A skilled assassin is good person to keep in your pocket. If only to keep him out of others.

Anton: Endearingly, disappointingly, normal. Greybor is very funny.   

Mythic Path

Aivu

Lariel: I feel such an immense and unknowable responsibility for this creature. She's going to follow me? Into battle. Oh gods. No. I don't want her to get hurt… she's just a baby… She's like my child? My pet? My friend? Oh no.

Socothbenoth

Zrise: The demon lord of perverts… sexual deviants… I guess that is fitting for someone like me.

Anton: I'm used to suffering the opinions of men who I don't value. Suffering a few bad jokes is worth the price.

Nocticula

Zrise: The mother of the succubi… Darkness and lust. She is exactly the kind of untrustworthy I trust. Surely Calistria will understand that I… simply wish to take that domain from Nocticula… and deliver it to it's rightful ruler…

Parting Thoughts

Seelah

Lariel: My best friend. My rock. You have the fragile but valuable balance of a good heart, morals, and willingness to act. I trust you with my whole being. The world is a better place with you in it.

Zrise: I'm surprised she stuck around as long as she did. That righteousness finally caught up with her though.

Camellia

Lariel: I'm… I'm so sorry Camellia. I never wanted this to end this way. Even as you stabbed me I understood and I could never hold it against you. You wanted to be free…

Zrise: You see everyone as your little toys and tools. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. That's all I'd ever be to you. All people like me are to people like you. Pray I never catch you Camellia. I'll make you beg for death. I hope you enjoy being hunted.

Lann

Lariel: I'm so happy to know, Lann. Loyal and trustworthy. I am glad to have earned your faith and trust as you have mine. I feel safe and welcome in your company. No more making fun of yourself though, you are a real true hero now.

Zrise: I see why Wenduag wanted you dead. I also see exactly why you warned me the way you did…

Wenduag

Lariel: I'm sorry Wenduag. I couldn't help you… It wasn't your fault though…

Zrise: Traitor. How'd the blood taste? I should have killed you that night you confessed your weakness. I should have know it was just a ploy. It worked, you made me think you could have loved me. Now I know better. Thanks for that last lesson.

Woljif

Lariel: You understood me when no one else did. You saw me and thought I was worth something. No words can express that you saved me. I could have lost myself. For two people who had scrambled in the dark all our lives we did finally find each other. You don't have to be alone ever again. I love you.

Zrise: Finally. Now that you don't take shit I can respect you. Now nothing can stop us.

Ember

Lariel: Your kindness has been strength for me. But I wish you did not have to be so strong. Now that this is all over, I want you to be a child.

Zrise: You lost your mind, but what else did I expect. I'm not sure you had it to begin with.

Daeran

Lariel: Against my better judgement, you are my friend. I adore you as much as you annoy me. I'm so proud of you.

Zrise: I… never intended to hurt you the way I did. I thought it would be funny. Some karma. There's nothing I can do now.

Nenio

Lariel: My friend. I'm glad to call you such. I think you can do anything you put your mind to. Doesn't mean you should. Please do ask if its ethical…

Zrise: I'll be honest out of everyone, I never expected to show you my dick for the sake of science. Good luck on that book.

Galfrey

Lariel: The burden of rule is heavy. I hope you can put it down. Find peace. Enjoy your life. I think you deserve a break. A vacation. You've done and sacrificed so much.

Zrise: You made the mistake of underestimating me. You paid for it with your life.

Sosiel

Lariel: I'm glad you reunited with your brother. We may not have agreed on everything. But we both grew and changed and I'm glad to know you.

Zrise: I feel so hollow to be proven right.

Regill

Lariel: I misunderstood you. You sacrificed yourself for the greater good. You are a dear friend and I treasure the trust you put in me.

Zrise: Enjoy the extra time I guess. Sorry to say I'm above your pay grade now.

Arueshalae

Lariel: My dear friend. I always knew you were good. I hope you enjoy your mortal life and find love. It is everywhere in this world. You need only look. I'll point it out to you. I love you.

Zrise: We need no gods. We need no masters. We have ourselves. There is no loyalty but to power and desire. We understand each other. Intimately. As long as I have that, you are mine.

Greybor

Lariel: I'm moved you would listen to my advice. I want to meet your daughter. I know she will be a wonderful woman. Thank you for your loyalty.

Zrise: My own personal assassin. I know you won't betray me. You aren't that stupid.

Mythic Path

Aivu

Lariel: I'm sorry Aivu. I know you wanted to stay big, but I had to say goodbye. I will still be your friend for as long as I live.

Socothbenoth

Zrise: I won't miss you.

Nocticula

Zrise: I knew you were worth the investment.

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter One

Loki x Reader

Chapter One: To the TVA

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki arrive at the TVA, but their bodies keep distorting.

Mouse Note: Welcome back to Portal to My Heart! I know I've been looking forward to sharing this story for a long time, ever since the first episode of LOKI Season 2 came out. I know that for me this is going to be emotional since I love Loki and have been a fan of his character since I discovered Marvel. I am very happy with how this story turned out, and I'm so excited to show you all. So, please enjoy and comment your thoughts so I can interact and freak out with fellow fans (it also makes me want to keep posting haha). And thank you all for supporting me so far. You're the best and make writing worth it!

Previously…

            (Y/N) landed roughly next to where Loki was sitting, disheartened, in a TVA interrogation room. She cried out as her wound ached from hitting the ground.

            “(Y/N)!” Loki’s eyes widened in horror, and he rushed to her side, holding her tight against him. “Gods…did Sylvie do this to you?”

            “It was an accident,” coughed (Y/N). “But shit, it hurts.”

            “Someone!” cried Loki. “I need someone!” Cursing as no one came in, he lifted (Y/N) up and set out in search of help. “Keep your eyes open, everything’s going to be all right.” Loki brightened in relief as he saw Mobius, free of any bonds, speaking hurriedly to B-15.

            “Sixty-three new branches in this unit alone? Does he want us to just them all branch?” said Mobius to B-15.

            “Mobius!” shouted Loki, slowing to a stop. “We made a terrible mistake, and now everything’s gone wrong and (Y/N)’s hurt!”

            “What?” asked Mobius. His eyes widened as he saw the bleeding woman in Loki’s arms.

            “Freed the timeline, found the bastard, war…need to prepare…” murmured (Y/N), dizzy from blood loss.

            “I don’t know what happened to you analysts—” (Y/N) and Loki looked at him in confusion and alarm “—but we need to you to a medic, now!” Mobius flipped open his Tempad and called medics. “Now, who are you guys?”

            “What…?” breathed Loki.

            “We need boots on the ground, stat,” said B-15.

            Loki just sank to floor and held (Y/N) close as he realized they had really messed up. They could both see the statue looming over them on the elevator, not of the Time-Keepers, but of He-Who-Remains. Everything had gone wrong, and now they were in an even bigger mess. Loki took a deep, shuddering breath as he waited for the medics to arrive.

            “Please don’t leave me…” he whispered. “I need you here. You were right about everything. Please stay.” “It’s a pity she won’t live as long as you.” Loki’s heart clenched at the reminder of (Y/N)’s mortality. “You can’t die today, (Y/N). You can’t…because I love you.”

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            “Hey, we’ve got a medic!” called Mobius, running back towards Loki with B-15 and a medic at his side.

            Loki stood and picked up (Y/N). No, no, he needed to protect them. This Mobius didn’t know them. If this was some other reality or something, he couldn’t trust them to heal her. He needed to escape, get somewhere where he could help (Y/N) and make sure they recovered.

            “Hey, where are you going?” asked Mobius.

            B-15’s eyes narrowed, and she glared at them. “They’re not analysts. They’re variants.”

            That settled it. Loki ran, holding (Y/N) tightly to him.

            “Wait!” shouted Mobius, running after him.

            Loki ignored him and ran. B-15 ran in front of him with Minutemen behind her.

            “Hold it right there, Variant!” shouted B-15.

            “Mobius, it’s me. I’m not a variant. Well, I am, a little, but we’re friends, we know each other,” pleaded Loki.

            “I don’t know you,” said Mobius. Around Loki, the Minutemen grabbed their pruning sticks.

            Loki did the only thing he could and threw himself out the window. He held (Y/N) tight as they fell and wished that he had his magic to make sure they were protected. They hit a truck hard, and Loki and (Y/N) groaned. His heart jumped in his chest. They were barely responsive, but they were still there.

            Maybe…Maybe their abilities will let them survive. Loki dearly wished that was true, but even if it was, in the TVA, there was no magic. There was no way for them to survive even if there was a chance.

            The driver screamed and panicked upon seeing them. The truck hit the side of a building, crashing through a window. Loki and (Y/N) were thrown from the back of the truck, and Loki tucked (Y/N) into his chest so he hit the ground harder than them.

            Loki grunted and stood up, holding (Y/N) up. They were struggling to keep their eyes open. It was clear that they had no idea what was happening as their blood loss got to their head. It was partly a relief since that meant his confession wouldn’t be remembered. Loki had spoken in the that of the moment, but now was not the time to be dealing with that, as much as he wanted to. (Also, Loki was awkward and a bit nervous).

            “We’re fine. We’re fine,” muttered Loki as TVA workers stared at them. Behind him, the truck tipped back out the window. Everyone watched in horror as it fell to the ground below and landed with an echoing crash. Loki coughed. “She’ll be fine.”

            The TVA timeline display landed on the ground and cracked it. The people gasped. Loki panted in exhaustion and looked down at (Y/N)’s nearly unconscious form.

            “Level five intruders,” announced the PA system. “They’ve hopped into a mail cart and descended to the lower level.”

            “Casey,” breathed Loki in relief as one man drew closer.

            “Have we met each other?” asked Casey in confusion.

            “Casey, help us. Please, tell me you know what’s going on,” said Loki. “Don’t you remember us?”

            “I got them! I got the intruders!” said Casey nervously into his communicator. “I got the intruders!”

            Loki’s eyes widened, and he backed up worriedly. And then his entire body distorted. (Y/N) groaned and winced as her already exhausted body glitched alongside him.

            They disappeared from the room with Casey and reappeared in another room of the TVA. Loki looked around himself in confused and checked on (Y/N), making sure nothing bad had happened to her when they distorted. To his dismay, it was clear the energy going to keeping her alive was getting exhausted by the glitching.

            “Loki. (Y/N).”

            Loki looked up in relief to find himself in the same room, just decorated differently, and Casey looking down at them.

            “What? Just a second ago, you didn’t know us,” said Loki in confusion. “Casey. Casey. Casey, something terrible is happening.” He pulled (Y/N) closer. “Please.” He trailed off when he noticed a crack on the floor from where he had just seen the TV display fall. Only now it was hanging up again. “Has…Has that always been there?”

            “The crack? It’s been there as long as I can remember,” said Casey.

            Was it possible that time had passed? When Loki and (Y/N) glitched? But that was impossible. And yet…

            “We were in the past,” breathed Loki in realization. He shook his head. “No, no, it doesn’t matter now. Please, Casey. (Y/N) needs help.”

            Casey nodded shakily and ran to call someone.

            Loki sank to his knees in relief and held them close. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be alright. I’ve got you.” Before he could rest, though, they distorted again.

            They landed in front of Casey, and Loki stumbled, holding (Y/N). He nearly cursed but just looked to Casey. “Casey, where is Mobius?”

            “He’s…in the War Room,” said Casey, staring at Loki and (Y/N), bloody and tired.

            Loki stumbled to the War Room and kicked the door open. No one was in there, and he groaned. In his arms, (Y/N)’s heads lolled and hit his chest. Her consciousness was completely gone. That meant her life was really in danger. He needed to find Mobius.

            Loki stared at the carvings of He Who Remains on the wall of the War Room and felt anger course through him. HWR was still haunting him.

            And then he and (Y/N) glitched, and he nearly collapsed as he appeared back in the War Room. This time, Mobius, B-15, and several other TVA members were staring at them. He grunted in pain.

            “Loki? (Y/N)?” said Mobius, eyes widening as he saw their states.

            “Mobius! You know us!” cried Loki.

            “Where the hell were you two?” asked Mobius worriedly.

            “Help us,” said Loki, pulling (Y/N)’s body closer to him. “Please. A moment ago, you didn’t know us. Tell me you know who we are.” Behind them, a Minuteman went to attack, and B-15 blocked him.

            “Yes, yes,” assured Mobius.

            “Everyone, stand down!” shouted the general of the TVA, Dox.

            “Please, Mobius, we found him, but (Y/N)’s hurt, and we keep disappearing, please, she’s dying, please help her—” Loki’s rambles continued.

            “Hey, hey, who did you find?” asked Mobius in confusion.

            “Him.” Loki looked at the wall where the carvings of HWR had been a moment before. He handed (Y/N) to Mobius, who was startled but held them, and grabbed the pruning stick from the Minuteman.

            “Loki?” asked Mobius, glancing down in horror at (Y/N)’s bleeding stab wound.

            “Get back!” said Loki when the hunter tried to attack. Then, he stabbed the stick into the wall, and the mosaic of the false Time-Keepers burned away to reveal HWR’s face carved into the wall. The truth of the TVA hidden just beneath the surface. “That’s who built this place!” shouted Loki. “That’s who stole your lives! That’s who’s coming back!” He stared at Mobius pleadingly. “Now, please, get (Y/N) help. Please.”

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            “She’s going to be okay. The medics say the wound will scar, but otherwise, she’ll be alright,” said Mobius as Loki hovered at (Y/N)’s bedside.

            She still looked so still. Loki didn’t want to leave (Y/N) for a moment. He needed to watch over her, protect her, succeed where he’d failed.

            “Loki. We need to talk about what happened,” said Mobius.

            “I need to make sure she’s alright,” said Loki fiercely.

            “Okay, okay,” said Mobius. He sat down next to Loki. “We’ll talk here. That way you know how she’s doing.”

            Loki nodded shakily. “Right. Right.”

            “So what happened? The last thing I knew, you guys were going to face the cloud monster,” said Mobius in concern.

            “Alioth?” said Loki. He shook his head. “Alioth was a distraction. He was a guard dog. We found him. A Citadel at the End of Time.”

            “But where’s Sylvie?” asked Mobius.

            Loki’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. She’s still there. She…She stabbed (Y/N) trying to kill He Who Remains. She’s the reason she’s like this right now…We just wanted time to think, and Sylvie wouldn’t just stop, and now (Y/N)’s…” Loki was spiraling, and he slumped over. “It was an impossible choice, but she seemed so certain. How could she be given the circumstances?”

            “Okay, okay, slow down, Loki,” said Mobius calmingly. “You wanted time to think, so let’s think.”

            Loki took a deep breath and looked at Mobius. “Mobius, we got the man at the End of Time, and he made sense. We thought it was about freeing the Timeline, but that brings only more malevolence, more violence, more war. More of him. They’re coming. They’re all coming. ‘You came to kill the devil.’ ”

            “I don’t understand,” said Mobius.

            “Maybe he was,” murmured Loki. “But maybe he wasn’t. Sylvie was convinced he was. We fought, Mobius. She kicked me through a Time Door, and she and (Y/N) fought, and (Y/N) got hurt, and then Sylvie kicked her through, and…”

            “Well, I’d ask who won…” remarked Mobius.

            Loki huffed. “It was a draw.”

            “You all kicked each other through Time Doors simultaneously?” said Mobius.

            “No. (Y/N) and I were actively trying not to fight her,” said Loki. “That’s why (Y/N) was hurt…” He looked at her and reached out to her. He drew his hand back awkwardly. “She was trying to stop Sylvie. She was trying to kill him.”

            “Stop, relax,” said Mobius. “(Y/N) is going to be fine. She’s alright. Look, just calm down.”

            “I just wish I had tried harder,” said Loki ruefully. “I wish we’d had more time.”

            “Don’t do the coudlda-woulda-shoulda. Focus on what we know,” said Mobius.

            “War is on its way,” said Loki. “That’s what we know. I have no idea if he was right about everything because his variants are on their way! It was about preventing more of them! There was no simple choice, no other way.”

            “That’s who you showed us in the War Room?” asked Mobius.

            “He Who Remains,” said Loki, nodding. “This is his kingdom. And he says he keeps us safe, but how can you believe that? He built this place.”

            “No, how would I not remember that,” said Mobius. “How could he—”

            “He wiped your memories.”

            Loki’s head whipped to the cot where (Y/N)’s eyes were open and she was trying to sit up. Instantly, Loki was by her side and supported her. In relief, he saw that the wound was healing well due to the TVA’s technology.

            “You’re alright,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) smiled at him and covered his hand with her own as he helped her. “Of course. A stab isn’t going to keep me down.”

            “We’re glad you’re okay,” said Mobius, smiling.

            “Thanks,” she said, nodding. She frowned. “But what happened? Last thing I remember was falling through the Time door…”

            Loki stared at her. She didn’t remember. (Y/N) couldn’t recall his confession of love. The injury had been too much, and she had no idea what had happened. Part of Loki was disappointed since he couldn’t get her response, but the other part of him was thankful. He had no idea how to tell her again, how to deal with everything. (Y/N) was the person he loved, and he wasn’t sure how to tell her again, and with all the chaos going on, Loki was afraid of adding more to it.

            But he wanted to tell her. So, so badly.

            (Y/N) frowned and touched her chest. “And it felt like I was coming apart at the seams.”

            “We, uh, glitched?” said Loki. “I’m not entirely sure, either.”

            “Is that how you appeared in the War Room?” said Mobius in confusion.

            “Yes,” said Loki. “Well, partly. We were in the past.”

            “Don’t you mean the End of Time?” said Mobius.

            “No, we were in the War Room already,” said Loki.

            Mobius looked at (Y/N) in confusion, and she shrugged. “I believe Loki, but I was way too out of it to know what was happening.”

            Loki was once again torn from disappointment that he still didn’t know how she felt and relief that the chaos of feelings wasn’t involved in the difficult situation developing.

            “We were in the past,” reiterated Loki, shaking himself from his thoughts and looking at Mobius.

            “What do you mean in the past? Where?” said Mobius in confusion.

            “Here, in the TVA,” said Loki.

            “No, there is no past TVA,” said Mobius, shaking his head. “Time doesn’t work like that here.”

            “It does, it’s happening to us,” said Loki.

            “It’s impossible,” said Mobius.

            “It’s possible,” said Loki.

            “No, it’s not,” said Mobius.

            As if on cue, Loki and (Y/N)’s bodies distorted and came back together. They disappeared from the room, appeared in the same one but empty, and then popped out of existence again, reappearing in front of Mobius. (Y/N) groaned at the sensation. It was painful, but at least she wasn’t bleeding out.

            How skewed are my priorities that my cells rearranging is preferable to a stab wound? thought (Y/N). “See that? I think that confirms Loki’s story,” she muttered.

            “Uh, yeah, I saw it,” said Mobius.

            “Yeah? What does it…What does it look like?” asked Loki.

            “It looks…” Mobius grimaced. “I mean, how does it feel?”

            “It’s not that bad,” said Loki, lying.

            “I think my cells are getting spliced,” muttered (Y/N), brutally honest as ever.

            “I think (Y/N)’s assessment is better than yours,” said Mobius, looking between (Y/N) and Loki. “And we definitely need to get you help. Let me call Miss Minutes.”

            “No,” said (Y/N) and Loki sharply.

            “What?” asked Mobius.

            “You can’t trust her,” said (Y/N).

            “Are you sure?” said Mobius.

            “Pretty sure,” said (Y/N). “She was there with him at the End of Time.”

            “We still need to get your guys checked out,” said Mobius. “Yeah, let’s swing you by Repairs and Advancement. Come on.”

            “(Y/N) needs to rest,” said Loki instantly.

            “I’m fine,” said (Y/N), standing. “The tech did enough; it was just blood loss.”

            Loki hovered nervously. “Are you sure?”

            “Yes, Loki,” said (Y/N), glancing at him with a fond smile. She looked down at her torn shirt from the stab wound. “But, uh, I do want a new shirt.”

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