#I'm having phantom brainrot my friends

[mis4dv3nture]

so, we all agree, Phantom has a praise kink

poor lil bug just wants to be good :(

desperately trying to please his partners in order to hear those damn words

"good boy"

he used to don't care about anything else, just wanted to be good

until, while he's riding Rain, the water ghoul just stares at him in total admiration and, with the whiniest dreamiest voice he tells him

"you're so beautiful"

oh, rainy, he's so stupidly in love

Phantom cums so hard he almost blacks out

yeah, maybe he doesn't just wanna be good

he likes to be praised

[darkwicks]

Of Ghosts and Smoke Signals

Who was he before he became the Colonel? What was the death and resurrection he dreamt of so often? The voice he heard in flashbacks—was it yours? (Or: the one where two lost souls find each other again.)

PAIRING.⠀Xia Yizhou | Caleb x Reader

CONTENT.⠀NSFW | female reader | (referenced) spoilers for Caleb’s route and card stories + Winter Soldier AU | slight yandere Caleb | amnesia, assassins, blood and violence, brainwashing, childhood friends, character death (not Caleb anymore), corruption, grief, hidden cameras, mentions of torture, reunions, romance, stalking (it's his job!!!). angst with a happy ending. | smut tags: cunnilingus, emotional sex, implied loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex | ~7,5k words

A/N.⠀hey guys so since I'm already being cooked, boiled, braised, fried, steamed, grilled, and everything in between, I thought why not just succumb to the brainrot. I have been in a stupefied gegepilled state for the past week so here u go. product of my brain doing its thing.

available on AO3 | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Though there was much that the Colonel couldn’t remember, there was one constant: he always had the same dream.

It would be as if he was seeing the world in somebody else’s eyes. He’d see fire and total destruction, debris scattered all over what used to be his home. He’d feel phantom pains in his limbs and cough and choke from the smoke in the air. The next time he came to, he’d be strapped to a table in a cold room with fluorescent lights. There would be masked people around him, all dressed in military uniforms as they oversaw his experimentation process. Then, he’d feel excruciating pain all over his body, electricity shocking through his entire system as the world went dark. There’d be a strange emptiness where his arm was meant to be.

After that, he’d hear a hiss as the doors to his cryo chambers opened, effectively waking him up for the mission that day. His quarters were perhaps in the most secluded part of the Farspace Fleet’s base, away from any inquisitive eyes and potential dangers (though those wouldn’t be of any concern to him). The room was dark and freezing, but it was nothing he couldn’t withstand. He was superhuman. Serum after serum and tests after tests were done on him for as long as he could remember. As far as the Fleet was concerned, he was the prime of all men—strong, fearless, merciless, and on a level far beyond others.

Not once has he ever failed a mission. The Colonel completed every task flawlessly. He never left behind loose ends. He had no name, no memories, and no sentiments holding him back. He zeroed in on succeeding every mission, and he did. There was no reward for a soldier like him. He lived in a rigid routine—be awakened from cryostasis, do the mission, return to the cryo chamber, and it would start all over again. The disciplinarian lifestyle suited him, he thought. His main duty was to do the dirty work. He didn’t fraternise like his superiors did. He didn’t feel, and if he did, they’d shock him again, restarting his memory anew.

The wintry coldness surrounded his body as the chamber pushed him out of its confines, allowing him to step down and roll his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. Frost clung to his metal arm and glinted in the light of the laboratory. A mechanic was performing a routine inspection on it, numerous tools at the ready beside him as one of the Farspace Fleet’s officials—Commander Rand—paced around the room slowly, seemingly deep in thought. The metal in her heels clicked against that of the flooring; the noise reverberated throughout the room, knocking against the ground in steady taps.

“Your mission this time is slightly different from what we usually make you do,” she said, stopping in front of him and holding out a folder. He took it gingerly. “We don’t need you to kill… yet. We just need you to deliver a warning.”

He peered at the photos within. From first glance, it was already clear that you were a civilian, and a harmless one at that. Though not one to question his orders, he didn’t understand how someone so mundane could have caught the Farspace Fleet’s attention. She said your name as he was reading it. Reflexively, blurred images and voices flashed in his mind, a sharp pain striking his head.

I’m not a little girl anymore, █████.

It wasn’t the first time these flashes happened. They came whenever he was conscious. He couldn’t tell if they were memories or just figments of his imagination—or of whatever humanity was left within him. The voice felt so familiar yet so far away, too out of reach, like it was light years beyond him.

I don’t need you to protect me.

The words haunted him whenever there was silence. It continued to haunt him even now as the older woman stood in front of him patiently, crossing her arms over her chest. Hiding his discomfort, he opted to ignore it for the time being and return his gaze to her.

She offered him a wry smile. “This poor little puppy has been sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“How so?” he finally spoke up. Civilians weren’t of interest to him. No one was, really. If it wasn’t combat information, then he didn’t care, but there was something about your photo that piqued his curiosity just the slightest. He chalked it up to him being meticulous. Anything to guarantee the success of the mission.

Sparks bounced off of his arm as buzzing filled in the brief silence. Commander Rand produced a cigarette from her breast pocket, placing it between her lips and smoothly lighting it up with a match. Her expression was pulled taut, shoulders stiff as she shifted her weight to one leg, standing more comfortably. He barely noticed the mechanic finishing up his work and hurrying out of the room, presumably afraid of their presence. She exhaled heavily.

“She’s caught wind of our… activities behind the scenes,” she explained with a pitched sigh, blowing smoke out the corner of her lips. “Not a journalist, not a private investigator, just a nosy little thing. Keeps looking into Bloomshore District. We have the media and police in our pockets, but, well… you know how I hate loose ends.”

“She’s a civilian,” he pointed out.

“You’ve done worse, Colonel. Don’t act all high and mighty now,” she retorted, tone dripping with mockery.

She was right. Any outspoken rebels were dealt with by the Colonel himself. In the same manner he had gone through before, these people were brought up to the laboratory where they sat in the electrical chair. Scientists worked tirelessly to hypnotise and medicate them, and by the time they were done, the subjects would not remember anything. As far as they were concerned, it was a nightmare, and the man overseeing these procedures didn’t exist.

He pursed his lips, suddenly irritated. “What do you need me to do?”

“Do whatever you want. Maybe take a direct approach,” she sighed, taking another drag of her cigarette. “Just let her know we’re watching.”

“And if she resists?”

“Bring her here. I’m leaving the interrogation and reprogramming in your hands.” She smiled again. The gesture was sardonic and forced. Something didn’t feel right. “Is that clear?”

It wasn’t anything outside of his capabilities. The Fleet used him as a multifunctional asset—assassin, bodyguard, spy, and everything in between. Doing their dirty work was nothing new. He flexed his metal fingers in front of him, curling it into a fist as he gave her a determined stare. He nodded grimly.

“Good. Better get started, Colonel.”

—

The Farspace Fleet had eyes and ears everywhere.

From mirrors in homes, corners of buildings on the streets to the most inconspicuous of things like trees and benches, cameras and microphones were in every nook and cranny of Skyhaven. No household was safe. They saw everything, they heard everything, and they knew everything. Vocal criticism of the Fleet was punishable by law. Any journalist who dared speak up would suddenly be out of work, and those who dared act on their thoughts would be thrown into a holding cell. It was how they kept the people of Skyhaven under their thumb.

This never seemed to be a concern for you at all.

You weren’t afraid to ask questions as soon as they came to mind. You weren’t afraid to venture into places the Fleet declared forbidden, either. Bloomshore District had been closed off since the explosion and was deemed an extremely polluted area unsafe for the people since last year. You still stopped by every now and then, silently musing in front of the remnants of homes. You had a particular fixation on the explosion despite the Fleet having ‘confirmed’ it to be an accident. Your searches dug deep, veering dangerously close to the truth, and your social media activity revealed everything you were interested in. He was starting to see why Commander Rand saw you as a potential threat.

The second thing he noticed was that you were constantly anxious.

You always returned home before the sun set. As soon as it got dark, your blinds would be closed, and your windows would be locked. You’d cover the small gap beneath the front door with fabric and compulsively check the lock until you were reassured enough. Though you lived in a relatively safe area close to the local university, it seemed that you were still wary of your neighbours, especially those who were male. You constantly looked behind you when you were walking, trying to detect a predator, and you always held your key between your fingers as a makeshift weapon.

The third thing he noticed was that you liked living by a routine. It wasn’t anything complicated. In the morning, you’d leave for work, and some time after four in the evening, you’d return home. After freshening up, you’d leave for the cemetery with a lunch box in hand. You’d sit in front of a headstone and eat; no words were spoken, only hushed whispers of the wind.

He had once gone ahead and took a look at the headstone himself, his innate curiosity awakened. “Here Lies Caleb, Loved In and After Death” was engraved into the surface. He didn’t recognise the name, but there was something about it that seemed to strike a nerve. His head throbbed as visions flashed before his eyes once more. He pictured a younger version of you beaming at him, braces on full display as your eyes crinkled into little curved moons. He pictured a hand coming up to affectionately ruffle your hair and the sound of chuckles in response to your pout. He wasn’t one to contemplate his past often—to him, all he needed to think about was the mission—but a nagging sense of familiarity tugged at his heart strings, causing him to falter.

‘Always,’ ‘by your side,’ and ‘promise.’ Those words echoed themselves in his brain in desperate whispers, begging for him to remember what they meant. He stared at the road ahead of him. Your silhouette was long gone, but your presence lingered with him, like a magnetic field drawing him close. Days of observing you led to more questions than answers. Not just questions about you, but questions about himself. Who was he before he became the Colonel? What was the death and resurrection he dreamt of so often? The voice he heard in flashbacks—was it yours?

Things he never considered became all that he thought about. He began to jot everything down in a small notebook in hopes that it would remind him of something, anything. He was no longer working emotionlessly; this time, there was a storm gathering in his mind, and he was feeling everything all at once. When he returned to his safehouse that day, the sight of you sitting in front of his (was it really his?) grave replayed before his eyes again and again. Though the fog was starting to clear little by little, the past was still obscured in uncertainty. This was only one small piece of the puzzle, and you were the key.

It was a rainy evening when he finally made his move. You weren’t home, having gone out to dinner with your coworkers. He picked the lock to your front door with ease and invited himself in, careful eyes scanning his surroundings. Trinkets and collectibles of things you enjoyed decorated the empty spaces on the shelves. Your shoes rested unevenly on their rack, some of them askew and some missing its other side. Post-it notes and magnets were scattered across the door of your fridge, and the counter had a basket of decorative apples placed on it. It brought forth a nostalgic feeling, one that reminded him of youth and family.

He continued on. The stairs creaked with each step he took up the stairs. The door to your bedroom was wide open, revealing your sanctuary to him. The bed was unmade. Pillows were messily thrown on top of each other and the blanket was hanging off the edge. Plush dolls of varying sizes lined up the side of your bed. Some of your clothes laid on the mattress, presumably the ones you decided you weren’t going to wear. He stepped inside carefully, gaze darting across the room before it landed on your desk.

There was an open notebook on it. The pages were full of scrawled handwriting. Some of them had nonsensical diagrams with only a few keywords connecting them to one another. Ever, F.F., body not recovered. He flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of what you’d written when a photograph fell out, slowly floating down before he caught it swiftly. It was a photo of him and you together. You were kissing his cheek and he wore a delightfully surprised expression on his face. A large bouquet of apple blossoms was in his hands, seemingly handmade. He hardly recognised the man in the image. It felt as though he was looking at someone else.

His head was starting to throb. Pushing on, he flipped the photograph over to find a note written on the back—no matter where you fly to, remember to come home to me! written in black marker and accented with heart-shaped stickers. Without thinking, he tucked it into his pocket as his mind spun with several theories and fragments of remembrance. Memories of your laughter drifted into his mind, accompanied by blurred images of your playful smile and your twinkling eyes. Images of childhood flashed before his eyes. He saw a garden of irises and white peonies, a rainbow in his field of sight. He saw a worn down attic, glass shards scattered all across the ground as someone held on tight to him.

He remembered holding a needle and thread in his hands, fixing up a beloved plush doll and putting it back together. He remembered the scent of jasmine and lemongrass, wafting past his nostrils and bringing forth thoughts of summer. He felt the comfort of a person’s presence and the pride of being relied on by someone. Knees giving out beneath him, he shakily took a seat on your bed and took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease his mind. Distress weighed heavy on his shoulders. The memories felt so real and so close, but they still didn’t feel like they belonged to him.

I’m scared… Will you stay with me?

I’ll protect you. I promise.

Electric shocks. The sound of a man’s pained screams. Ice-cold temperatures. Agonising pain on his shoulder. He wished there was an easier way to search for answers. In the back of his mind, he wondered just how much the Farspace Fleet had taken from him. He didn’t know what it was in exchange for. They gained a deadly and untouchable asset, but he gained nothing.

Thunder roared outside. It snapped the Colonel back to the present. Seeing the sky flash outside made dread settle at the pit of his stomach. There was a lot to consider, but he had to return the mission—it was his duty. Adjusting the mask on his face, he returned downstairs to wait for your return. The downpour was slowing down, transitioning into a lighter shower as time passed by. The Farspace Fleet uniform he donned was starting to feel suffocating, like they weren’t meant for him. Still, he composed himself and watched as the doorknob turned with the sound of keys jingling in the background. Flailing around blindly, it took a couple of tries before you were able to find the light switch, and the light smile you’d been wearing on your face immediately twisted into a look of fear.

“Who are you?” you breathed, fists clenching the strap of your bag tighter. “How did you get in my house?”

He stepped forward. “You’ve been lurking in places you shouldn’t be in.”

“What do you mean?” Your brows knit together in a mix of uncertainty and agitation. Your gaze travelled to his hat then his clothes before reality dawned on you. “You’re from the Farspace Fleet?”

Ignoring the lump forming in his throat, he handed you a folder. With trembling hands, you looked through them, eyes widening upon realising that they were records of your personal data. Chat logs, search histories and surveillance images stared back at you. You wanted to run away but you were rooted to your spot, completely frozen still. He made his move to leave, stopping just beside you.

“This is your final warning,” he said. His voice was quiet, hesitant. “Stop looking into Fleet matters.”

With that said, he walked out of your home and closed the door behind him. The rain drowned out the sound of your crying, but he heard everything.

—

You laid low for a few days after that.

The surveillance feed showed that you barely left your house at all. Instead of opening your curtains all the way through, you left but a small sliver for the sunlight to shine in. It was a reaction he saw often. You were far from the first citizen he had to warn. He’d done worse for those who did less. Commander Rand was unpredictable; however someone was going to be dealt with depended entirely on her mood that day. The Colonel was simply her soldier. He followed his orders. He always completed his missions.

He continued to keep an eye on you. At first, you held back. You hardly used your computer and ignored incoming calls, worried that one of them might be him. He had hours’ worth of footage of you blankly staring into whatever programme was playing on television. Isolation brought unwelcome company, allowing fear and doubt to enter the fray, and you were losing. With no visible sign that you were going to keep poking around, he was prepared to report to Commander Rand about his success.

But on the sixth night of self-isolation, you picked up right where you left off. You were back to spending hours on your laptop, sifting through your notes and tinkering with your evidence board. It was as if you had an epiphany, a burst of energy. You’d thrown yourself off the couch and ran to your room, digging through your drawers to find everything you hid away after his visit. The footage was grainy and unclear, impossible to zero in on the details of what you were doing.

No longer did you turn in early. Mugs of coffee kept you awake all night. You’d spend hours at your desk and get up, stretching your limbs before sitting back down. You’d talk to yourself, moving animatedly as you paced around the room. Frantic, sleepless, and on the verge of a discovery. You started returning to the explosion site as well. Surveillance caught you crouching before a burnt down house, digging through the rubble and capturing photos. You were more careful in your movements. You broke out of the self-imposed curfew and left when the streets were desolate. No stone was left unturned.

The longer he watched you, the more his thoughts circulated around you. There was a need to know everything about you clawing at his chest, pulling him down into dark waters. Before long, he was visiting the site in question himself. Fleeting images of a home appeared before his eyes. Muffled words rang in his ears. The dream he always had—the one where there was only fire and debris, only pain and hopelessness—was starting to feel like a true memory. It left him out of kilter. He found his thoughts wandering more frequently as he tried to make sense of the broken pieces in his head.

He was strong. He knew this, and yet, being more aware has never made him feel so helpless. He was a man grasping at straws. He was a traveller trying to find an oasis in endless desert sands. The rational part of him—the Colonel, not this broken man—reminded him to focus. That these memories were forgotten for a reason, and that he didn’t need them. He found himself stuck inside a paradox of wanting to know but fearing what he would see—fearing that he’d loathe it if he saw the truth. He didn’t know what he’d do after learning it, either. Being the renowned agent Colonel meant his life was in the Fleet’s possession. He wouldn’t be able to return to a normal life, not like the one he seemingly had with you. And if he showed any sign of remembering, they’d shock him with electricity again until every thought left his head.

If he was dead, then he was reborn as a captive to the Farspace Fleet. Insurmountable amounts of blood were on his hands. Hundreds of people had been beaten by him until they were nothing left but a mass of broken bones. Hundreds more had undergone the same therapy that he did, all under his orders. His title was spoken in hushed whispers by people afraid of encountering him and his mechanical ways.

The Colonel is watching. The Colonel sees everything. The Colonel is a cruel, lifeless puppet—

His life was theirs. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. There was only you, and even if he only knew bits and pieces of you, he was unknowingly latching on to you like you were his lifeline. You held the answers. You held the truth. And now that you were on the Commander’s radar, he was the only one who could save you—and free himself from this prison they trapped him in.

(I’ll always be by your side.)

His earpiece rang. “Colonel. Any updates?”

“Commander,” he greeted, taking a moment to think. The turmoil within gnawed at him, wrapping its ghastly hands around his throat, digging their claws into his skin and drawing blood. He still had to finish the mission. After a long pause, he finally spoke up again, throat closing up and heart pounding against his chest. “Bringing her to HQ now.”

—

You awakened to complete darkness.

The room was cold, sending goosebumps rising across your skin. You felt trapped and oddly stiff. Trying to stand up, you found that there were metal restraints holding your wrists and ankles back against the interrogation chair. The lights suddenly came on, not giving you any time to adjust your vision as two people came into view. One of them wore a mask that covered up to his eyes. You struggled against the binds, fruitlessly trying to break free as the woman stepped forward with a smirk.

“Look who’s awake,” she cooed. “Our little problem.”

“Where am I?” you blurted out. Your head was pounding and fatigued seeped deep down into your bones, slowing down whatever train of thought you could have. “You’re… Commander Rand. Am I…”

“Yes,” she chuckled. “You’re here at the Farspace Fleet’s base. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? A little glimpse of how we do things behind the scenes?”

You let out a heavy exhale. “I haven’t told anyone about what I found.”

“It doesn’t matter, little girl.” Her tone turned sharp, the stability in her voice a façade to the rage brewing deep within her soul. “I was nice enough to have the Colonel warn you harmlessly. You just can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, can you?”

Fear shot into your heart. Apprehension stirred at the pit of your stomach, making your blood run cold as you struggled some more. She sighed in exaggeration, leaning her arms against her knees.

“You wanted to know the truth behind Bloomshore District?” She clapped, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Colonel, take off your mask.”

Hesitantly, he complied, and in that moment, your world stopped.

You couldn’t say a word. You stared into the eyes of the man you thought was dead. You saw the explosion yourself, felt the debris cut into your skin as your home burned down. You visited the abandoned area several times when you missed home. The necklace you wore was beginning to feel heavier, something akin to a ball and chain. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The ringing in your ears grew increasingly violent the longer you realised that this wasn’t a dream—this was all real, and you were right in the middle of it.

“Caleb?” you whispered in disbelief.

“The one and only!” Commander Rand declared. You could practically hear the smirk and mockery in her voice. “Even better, he can’t remember you. You’re nothing. Is that enough for closure, little girl?”

She laughed and laughed like she was watching a comedy show, clutching at her stomach and wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Her laughter was loud and grating, demeaning, and it sparked a burning rage inside you.

“It doesn’t matter,” she continued with a happy sigh once she calmed down from her moment of sadistic joy. “You know, we’ve put him through a lot since that fateful day. But we saved his life. You ran away.”

“We brought him to life. Took away everything that made him weak and turned him into the perfect soldier. And you, little girl…” She leaned forward, the smile never dropping from her face. “You’re the final part of his test.”

She brandished a pistol and shoved it into Caleb’s hands, pushing him forward with a satisfied expression on her face.

“You know what to do, Colonel.”

Caleb watched you quietly. It felt like he was drifting further and further apart from you. You didn’t want to die, but your choices led you here—this was your fault, everything was, and you were going to pay the price for it. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you forced a smile, your voice quivering as you spoke.

“I’m glad I got to see you again.”

He cocked the gun. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the inevitable. You weren’t as religious as you used to be, but you still recited a prayer in your mind, hoping that the heavens would have mercy on you.

You heard the sound of a gunshot, but you felt nothing.

Tentatively opening your eyes, you found that Caleb had his back faced to you. Commander Rand was no longer speaking. There was a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead and she slouched over. The metal restraints unlocked, allowing you to free yourself. The sight of her corpse made you wince. You reflexively looked away, not wanting to see any more of the blood and gore.

He faced you again. “We don’t have much time.”

“What—”

He swiftly carried you in his arms and pushed the door open, briskly making his way down the hall. He peeked out of the corner, scanning if there were more personnel around. Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he continued to run before finally arriving at what appeared to be a fire exit staircase. He hurried down, the metal plating echoing within the walls as he did so. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fear coursing through your veins as he made his escape.

The moment he opened the door, clamour broke out. Gunshots rang and bullet shells fell to the ground with a loud clang. The staccato rhythm made the adrenaline rush worse, intensifying your anxiety until all you could hear was the ringing in your ears. Caleb deflected every bullet with his arm, keeping you shielded with his body. A gasp left him as a bullet grazed his cheek. The sting was of little concern to him. He needed to get you to safety.

He held you closer. The soldiers were approaching. Spotting a plane with its ramp down, he unceremoniously tossed you into the ship before rushing into the pilot’s seat, gearing up for take off. Bullets bounced off of the surface as the vehicle rolled down the runway at full speed. Some officers were forced to move out of the way. Some didn’t leave in time. He started its ascent, going higher and higher into the air. The ramp was slowly closing up, but you could still see blood and bodies on the rooftop.

Death wasn’t unfamiliar, but witnessing it was.

You stared at him in horror. You never knew he was capable of such violence. This wasn’t the Caleb you knew—this was a stranger taking on his form. Was this what he was doing for the past year? Taking lives without batting an eye and running from danger? You were stunned, speechless. Where were you supposed to begin?

Your stomach lurched when you glanced out the window as you pushed yourself back to your feet. Being several miles off the ground made your panic increase tenfold. You breathed heavily and sat down, gripping the edge of your seat. You barely made it out earlier. Caleb had been moving at an inhuman speed, effortlessly deflecting bullets while keeping you safe. Your protection at the cost of many lives. You didn’t know what to feel.

“What the hell was that?!” you yelled, fully distraught. “You just ran over a bunch of people!”

“I had to get you to safety,” he replied easily.

“But—” You cut yourself off, throwing your hands in the air with a frustrated groan. You were glad to be safe, but what you saw earlier—that wasn’t right. Those were people with families, children, loved ones waiting at home. This man was a monster. “A child is going to wonder why his father’s not coming home. How can you be so unaffected?”

Your voice was shaking and you could barely hold back your tears, the emotional turbulence catching up to you without warning. Caleb shot you a concerned glance but swiftly returned to focusing on the path ahead of him.

His fists clenched around the handle. “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“None of this would’ve happened if you just killed me, Caleb!” you cried out.

“I said I’d keep you safe,” he repeated, more firmly this time. There was a hint of irritation in his tone. He’d never spoken to you like this before. You only cried harder, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

“And here I thought I needed you,” you muttered bitterly, turning away from him. You didn’t want to look at him. “How am I supposed to live with this?”

He didn’t answer. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to.

Silence settled over the cabin. The only sound you could hear was the dull vibrations of the engine within. Time seemed to pass by torturously slowly. Every second felt too long. The weight of your words and regret lingered in the air, leaving it with a sour taste.

With a sudden lurch, the ship began its descent. The soft jolt of landing brought you back to the present. Caleb unbuckled his harness and went towards the control before crouching down, deftly searching for something beneath the panel.

“What are you doing?”

“Disabling the tracker,” he replied, ripping off the piece with ease. “So they can’t find us.”

Effortlessly crushing it into pieces with his metal hand, he tossed them away and made his way over to you. Before you could ask, he slipped his arms beneath your shoulders and the back of your knees and hoisted you up without so much of a grunt. You banged your fists on his chest, struggling to get out of his hold.

“Let me down!”

“No.”

“Caleb!”

“Please. Let me protect you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. There was a profound sadness within them, making you waver for a moment. “I promised I’d always keep you safe.”

He trekked through the shallow waters, grasslands and rocky paths with expertise. The new scenery made for a rather good distraction. The sun’s rays peeked between the threes and adorned the path in light and shadow. Birds cawed and chirped from where they were hidden, engaging in a natural symphony. After what felt like hours, you arrived at a bunker built into the hill. He gingerly put you down and walked up to the doors, quickly typing something on the keypad.

“Door is unlocked,” came the automated voice.

He ushered you inside and closed the door behind him, activating every lock hidden behind it. It looked more like a resort than it did a military bunker. There was a kitchen with marble countertops, a massive television on the wall and an equally large sofa as the centerpiece. It smelled clean, like it hadn’t been used in years. The sight of him darting across the place was overwhelming you.

“Caleb!” you called out, breaking him out of his daze. “Can we please talk?”

“This is Commander Rand’s private island. I’ve escorted her here once. No one else knows about it.”

“That’s not what we need to talk about,” you sighed. Feeling weak in the knees, you sat down, and he followed suit. “You… You killed her. And you killed them.”

“She was a threat to you. I had to eliminate her,” he responded. He almost sounded casual. “She was the one who gave me the order to keep an eye on you, and I did. But… there’s something about you. I started to remember. What happened back there gave me proof of it.”

“What have they done to you?” The way your voice was so quiet broke his heart. “You’ve changed.”

The fingers on his bionic arm curled into a fist then relaxed not long after. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before looking at you with regret, weakness evident in his voice, “I can’t tell you.”

You wanted to scream and cry, to break something, but all you did was stare at him. You didn’t know what to feel. It was a tempest in your head, an amalgamation of relief, sadness, anger and shock. You had spent a year grieving over him, digging into the deepest, darkest corners to find out who was behind his death, only to learn that he was alive the entire time. Alive, brainwashed, turned into a super soldier. Turned into a monster.

Despite your rage, you let him pull you in for a warm embrace. The feeling and the warmth of him made you break into sobs again, fists grabbing the fabric of his shirt until they trembled. Your ear was pressed against his chest.. His heart thumped beneath his ribcage, proving to you that this was real. He was real.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured sadly. “I had to do it.”

You slouched against him, eyes slowly closing from the exhaustion. Your drowsy state tuned out the sound of his voice.

“I did it for you.”

—

Caleb was having a nightmare.

His brows furrowed and his fingers flexed and unfurled. Sweat gathered at the crown of his head as he squirmed in place, wincing and mumbling under his breath. You slowly blinked the sleep out of your eyes and blindly patted the bed searching for him. When you found his arm, you gently shook him awake, trying to wake him up.

“Caleb,” you called. “Caleb, wake up.”

His eyes snapped open and he wheezed, chest rising and falling with each breath. In the dim light, he looked up at you and panted, still reeling from his nightmare.

“I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “Why are you saying sorry? It’s out of your control.”

Sighing through your nose, you gingerly brushed his hair back. The damp strands glided between your fingers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked. It was the softest you had been with him since yesterday. “It might help take your mind off of it.”

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be hesitating. Knowing him, it was likely because he didn’t want you to see him this way, but it was too late for worries like that.

“They took everything from me,” he murmured, defeated. “My arm. My memories. And…”

He took your hand in his and laced your fingers together. You listened quietly and let him seek your warmth. Even through everything, you cared about him. You were still shaken from what happened, but the way he sounded so broken had you crumbling completely.

“I couldn’t remember,” he continued, barely louder than a whisper. “Until I knew it was you.”

“Caleb…”

“Every time I remembered, they shocked me and put me in ice until my next mission. My life was theirs.”

Heat spread across your body as you grew enraged. Not at him anymore, but at them for ruining him the way they did. He would never be the same. He could never have a normal life again. You couldn’t imagine just how much they put him through in the past year.

“They hurt me, but it can never compare to what they made me do.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say,” you whispered softly. “If I had known—”

“You being here is enough,” he said, squeezing your hand warmly to ground himself. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

You cupped the side of his face and gently caressed his cheek with your thumb. You didn’t mean the horrible things you said to him, but you couldn’t take them back. An apology died at the tip of your tongue as he shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your own. You could feel his gaze on you even in the dark. You could never forget the way he looked at you. It was something shared between the two of you. Only you and he knew what it meant.

“Caleb,” you breathed, “I missed you.”

Your throat felt like it was getting closed up. Your bottom lip quivered and you began to cry, trying to hold back the sobs that were leaving you. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and burst, sliding down your face and staining the pillow beneath. Your lips were close to brushing each other. Craning your head, you met him in a chaste kiss, eyelids fluttering shut. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush to him, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“You said you didn’t need me,” he uttered. A sense of urgency clawed at him. “Do you still believe that?”

You exhaled slowly. “No. I don’t.”

“Say it,” he sighed. “Please.”

“I need you, Caleb.”

His lips met yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands roamed your body, mapping out every inch of your skin beneath his touch as he let you push him onto the bed. You straddled his waist and lovingly cradled his face, letting him lose himself in your taste, eyelids fluttering shut as he fell deeper and deeper. A shaky moan left his throat when you moved to his neck, pressing gentle kisses against it before grazing his skin with your teeth and sucking softly.

He squeezed your hips firmly. “Lay back. I need to taste you.”

The bedsheets rustled as you switched positions, sinking into the pillows beneath. He kissed a trail down your body, taking in your scent before stopping between your legs. Gently lifting your legs, he let them rest on his shoulders as he hurriedly tugged off your panties. You pushed yourself on to your elbows to watch him mark the inside of your thighs with his teeth, fingers digging into your skin possessively. The first flick of the tongue was tentative, testing the waters until you ran your fingers through his hair, nails tenderly scraping his scalp.

He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, the ticklish sensation making your toes curl into themselves. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub, he suckled on it softly, humming deep in his chest as he immersed himself into your arousal.

“Caleb,” you whisper, arching your back when he grazed your clit with his teeth, “I don’t think I can—oh—”

His fingers carefully slid into you, coating themselves in your slick before he started slowly thrusting them in and out, cheeks flushed from the lewd squelching noises made between your legs. Your head fell back, lips parted as a breathy moan left your lips. He curled his digits against your walls, reaching deeper than you could’ve ever done yourself, and your thighs closed down on either side of his head, making him groan.

Tthe ache in your core grew hotter, tighter. His gaze drifted over to you. Your head was thrown back, but he could still see the rise and fall of your chest, feel your muscles tensing under his hands. He pulled back for a moment, a string of spit connecting his lips to your folds.

“Is this good?” he asked breathily, fingertips massaging the spot in your walls that had you crying out broken syllables of his name. You tried to speak, but no words came out; all you could do was moan as he rendered you speechless. Deciding it was enough, he withdrew and gently kissed the inside of your thigh. “Do you think you can take more?”

“Take me,” you sighed, dreamy eyes meeting his.

He climbed back up and kissed you again, letting you taste your own essence from his tongue. The tip of his cock slid between your folds before he gently pushed in inch by inch, making him moan into the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, easing him in as you tried to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch inside you. He pulled back to carefully watch your expressions, searching for discomfort as he bottomed out. You felt heavenly around him, your walls sucking in his hardness in ways better than he could’ve imagined.

Caleb pressed light kisses all over your face, murmuring doting words you couldn’t register. Any coherent thought you had in your head dissipated into thin air, the feeling of being filled to the brim too overwhelming to handle in all the best ways possible. You lightly pulled him flush to you, giving him the signal to move. Carefully, he drew his hips back and thrusted forward, taking the breath out of your lungs. He started a slow, steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours as you hid your face in his neck, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

It was far too much. The foreign bliss invading your senses, the heat exuding from him, the love he made you feel. You whined, your voice reedy as he fucked you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your brain felt like mush, unaware of anything else other than him, him, him.

“I missed you,” he breathed into your ear, murmuring your name with so much love, “I missed you.”

“Caleb—”

You tightly squeezed your thighs around his waist, jaw hanging open as your walls clamped down hard on his cock, making him falter in his movements just the slightest. A soft sound akin to a whimper left his lips, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he chased his own high, hips growing erratic in their pace. It didn’t take long before he tipped over the edge as well, filling you with warm streaks of white. He panted in your ear, catching his breath while your hands travelled across his back, gently petting him in affection.

You pulled him closer. You needed to be near him, needed to be with him in any way possible, the close contact making your mind spin and your heart pound against your ribcage.

“Can I be selfish?” he asked quietly, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t want you to go.”

You sighed, content. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t promise you a peaceful life.” It was a stark contrast to the Colonel who had been at your doorstep. That man was cold and domineering. This man was kind, vulnerable, yours. “I wish I could.”

You caressed his cheek lovingly, giving him a timid smile. “It’s okay. I just want to be with you.”

“We’ll constantly be moving around,” he said. The words were leaving him before he could think. You had that effect on him, he thought, where he felt like he could let his guard down and feel safe with you. His gaze softened as he stared into your eyes, his breath slowing down as he gradually relaxed. “We won’t be home.”

“It was bound to happen,” you cooed. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck while he slipped his arms beneath you, holding you close like he was scared you’d fade away. He let out a heavy sigh, sinking into your softness as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder. “But you’ll protect me, right?”

Caleb’s hold on you tightened. A dark glint passed over his eyes.

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Never.”

That was his oath to you.

[hanafubukki]

hana, i know you reblogged this post but please,

go wild and brainrot;3

Hello Herri 💕💜🌺

As you have asked for, so shall you receive. I AM STILL ROTTING OVER THIS MAN SO YOU HAVE COME AT THE PERFECT MOMENT (then again do I ever not rot over this fae????)

So that quote just hits me right in the feels, its one of the quotes that just steps on your heart, you know? HTTYD 2 is my favorite movie of the three as well

"Go on, shout. scream! Say something!"

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

These two lines are just so so filled with emotions and then you can add so much more feels and angst as well, given how you set up the story line.

SO HERE WE GO, under the cut because I am going to go wild and I ended up writing a few different drabbles.

So, to start of with your idea Herri, I'm going to add a spin on it and more details.

What if Reader was a Fae in this scenario?

So, the situation is similar to HTTYD, but in this case instead of enemies being dragons, we are going with enemies being Humans.

Humans and Fae War will be the setting.

Reader develops sympathy/empathy for the humans, but know that during this time, the Fae are too prideful to sign a treaty with them.

Likewise, humans are just as stubborn.

but the Reader cannot and will not have humans die by their hands, not anymore.

but Reader knows that they are the only ones thinking this way, and knows that their beloved, Lilia, is stubborn and won't change his mind either.

As all problems require, time is needed.

So Reader leaves in the middle of the night without telling anyone.

Time passes, and the war ends, and we come to current times.

You have moved on to another land. You used your magic to hide your Fae features until everything has settled down between the Fae and Humans.

Now that peace has come, you can’t help but wonder, should you go back? Should you reveal yourself?

Coronation Route: You went back home once you heard that Maleficia is stepping down, and her grandson Malleus will be taking her place as King. You have heard how he has a fondness for humans, and even made friends with them. You have heard rumors about how his lover might even be human. You have heard rumors how Lilia is by his side, and so are two guards (one who is human and another who is half fae and half human). You can't help it. You want to go back. You want to see him again. So you go back to your kingdom on the day of the coronation, wearing a robe to cover you. You watch as Malleus and his entourage greet the people and then you see him. He has changed...yet he is the Lilia you love and cherish. You can't help it; you utter his name. He shouldn't have been able to see you, and yet his eyes snapped towards your direction. You turn to leave quietly, hoping against all odds he's hadn't noticed you. But of course, he is the Phantom General, he catches you. You could see that he still has the love he always had for you and then those lines are uttered by you both. You end up breaking down and crying in his arms. You missed him, all these years and your love for each other never faded. It seems there is more than one celebration to celebrate tonight. It was also a night of lovers being reunited after hundreds of years.

NRC Route: I'm thinking of reasons why Fae Reader ended up at NRC and I'm going with they are a professor there. NRC is nothing, if not perfect at hiding secrets and they hid your identity well. That is until you attended the ceremony for the new students and lo and behold, Malleus and Lilia are both part of the new class. You have to force yourself from shaking. You have to stop yourself from looking at Lilia again and again. You can't look at him again. You can't drink him in as if he is water and you are very much parched for him. You try to act normal as you feel eyes on you, and you know it is him. You leave the ceremony right after is it finished, hoping to evade him just a bit longer. What can you say? What can you do? How would you face him after so long? But you have missed him so. Time is taken out of your hands when you see him in your room, while he may not look the same, he is skillful and has been known as the Phantom General after all. He is a silent as the shadows and you can't help it. You break first. You say those words, only for him to call you beautiful in return. You sob as he cups your face and wipes your tears. His arms as warm and comforting as you remember. You two have many years to make up for, and lucky for you both, you two have all the time in the world.

NO ONE LOOK AT ME I AM STILL FEELING SOFT AFTER WRITING THAT JKLWJEDLJFLJL

Now, what if Reader was human?

There's so many different situations I can come up with, but I'm going to go with two of them. One is going to be with a Human and reincarnation trope and another is going to deal with my Yume Hana Asteria.

Reincarnation Route: You were a human who had met the General on the battle field. He was ensnared by a trap set by the humans, but had gotten free. At the cost of grave wounds, you chose to heal his wounds instead of leaving him. You knew that you should have left him be, knew that he would likely kill you. but you couldn't, at the end, he needed help and you wouldn't leave him. He ended up in your care. He wasn't the...greatest patient. He snarled at you and demeaned you, but you let him be. He had many chances to kill you, but never did and that was good enough for you. You ended up dying protecting him. He had tears falling down his face while he cradled you. You told him it was okay and that you cherished your time together. You prayed you two would meet again. You did not know it, but you were the start of why he started softening towards humans. Hundreds of years passed, you had returned as the magic-less Prefect. You two made a connection as if you were soulmates, but neither of you knew why. It was only in the dream world did you both finally understand. After Malleus' OB had been settled, you yelled. Not at him, never at him, you yelled at the unfairness of it all. But he just uttered, how much you haven't changed and how you are as beautiful as he remembered. And you both knew, No matter the situation, this time you both would have a Happy Ending in this life.

Hana Asteria Route: Hana tried to stop the war between both sides, but no matter what she did, it was never enough. Hana eventually gets captured by the Fae, and in time, she forms a camaraderie with them. Eventually, she has to leave, her powers were used too much and she would shatter if she stayed any longer, so she said good bye. When she finally returned, she did not remember her time in the past. But as the story progressed as in canon, she remembered. It was then that she shouted. She felt useless. She couldn't even help those she loves, but Lilia comforted her. The stars had granted him his deepest wish. He would meet her again, and so they were reunited. This time though, they both would work together to bring forth the world they dreamed of. This story Anonie wrote speaks to me on so many levels on how Hana and Lilia met. It is beautiful and I recommend everyone to check it out.

PLEASE I AM STILL SO SOFT. IT IS SOMETHING ABOUT IMMORTALS AND MOTALS LOVING EACH OTHER. ABOUT HOW, THROUGH TIME, THEY WILL MEET AGAIN AND AGAIN. HOW THEY WILL CONSTANTLY FALL IN LOVE THAT HAS ME GO FERAL 💜💚💚💚💚

Going to stop here because then I will never stop at this rate lolol I want to hopefully write one of these ideas one day but we will see.

I hope you enjoyed what I wrote Herri and that it helped with your writer's block.

Your ask certainly has me going feral again, but hey, at least this time I'm not stating how bad I want to...uhhhh ah-hem.

Thank you of sending this in 💚🌺

Additional Credit for the Quote by @aqua-beam

[razor0-0]

Ok so this is a really really niche audience but I have developed a need

so

First off, Solo Leveling Fans, you there?

And what about the Danny Phantom fans?

Any fans of both?

Because - okay hear me out - Danny and Jin-Woo would either get along like a house on fire or they would be on sight.

Listen I know I only got into the Danny Phantom fandom (Phandom?) literally yesterday but by god did the brainrot hit me hard.

so

Alright my reasons for these two either getting along or hating each other's guts is how similar they are. And then how incredibly polar opposite they are. It's not even funny but here I am cackling maniacally as I type. . . . that could be the coffee talking

OH WELL

so

They've both died before. I don't know about Danny (I'm only just meeting Spectra in the series atm) but Jin-Woo has died at least twice.

They're both rulers of the Dead or otherwise Un-alive or Non-living.

They're both unique and very quietly extremely traumatised

I just want to see crack and/or fluff of Jin-Woo taking one look at Danny and going 'that's my little brother now'

Danny going feral because someone hurt his friend

Jin-Woo sticking so many shadows on Danny only to absolutely lose his shit when they report back that 'hey this kid is uh . . . he's dead'

Danny having to explain that 'no, you couldn't have prevented this' while Jin-Woo tries not to hyperventilate in the corner

Please I just want to see these two goofballs interact I think it would be neat

[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

[phantomrose96]

how did you originally find and get on tumblr? (friendly tone) (sent by ask cultujre post)

So technically my original tumblr was from, I think, late 2012. My high school friend was like "you totally need to get on tumblr" and I was like "okay."

However that's not this blog. THIS blog is because, around March 2013 I got deep into a rewatch of Danny Phantom (which is something I would do every few years and fill my head with Danny Phantom brainrot for months). And I was like "hmm I know this series is 10 years old, but I wonder if anyone on tumblr is talking about it?"

And what do you know they were!

So I lurked for a while. But then one day I had a thought I wanted to contribute. Which I did not want to do with my blog my high school classmates followed because like "hey Chrissy, what are you, a high schooler, doing talking about horror-angst fanfic concepts for a 2004 Y-7 rated Nickelodeon cult classic cartoon that only ran for 3 years?" (The answer is: exactly the same as I'm doing as a 27-year-old still talking about horror-angst fanfic concepts for a 2004 Y-7 rated Nickelodeon cult classic cartoon which somehow does still have an active fandom almost 20 years later.)

I had, previously, in 2011 written some Danny Phantom fanfiction under this username on fanfiction.net. So I went ahead and made a brand new tumblr account with the same name in order to Danny-Phantom-post. And I've just been here ever since!

[amazingmsme]

Oh no I accidentally wrote a whole lil drabble 😭 The Ler! Hermes brainrot is real man

Omg they're talking about which Gods scare them the most and Polites says a typical answer like the big 3, and Odysseus teases him about how he's shocked it isn't Hermes cause he's so ticklish. Polites gets flustered and enacts some fake bravado to hide it like

“Why would I be scared of a lame God like that? I'm not that ticklish-”

Eurylochus raises his eyebrows and chuckles like “Yeah, okay buddy. Whatever you say.”

Polites gets a lil defensive and pouty.

“I'm not!! Hermes doesn't scare me, okay? Zeus is way scarier-”

Famous last words lol. Hermes catches wind of the interaction, perhaps on a typical check in of Odysseus or in search of Athena and decides to have some fun. He lingers on the edge of Polites’ periphery, making him question if he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing and he eventually goes to Odysseus to confirm and maybe ask him to go away so he doesn't have to. Odysseus just winces sympathetically and laughs at him, a hand on his shoulder as his eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Ahh, that's Hermes alright. But you should be fine, right? You said you weren't scared of him. Good luck~”

Polites is left gaping after him at the betrayal and Hermes decides now is the time so he just poofs into existence and smiles innocently at him, waving Odysseus’ way who's watching with amusement.

“So; I heard you're not scared of me? Awfully bold for a Human with your…”

He trails off as his eyes scan him up and down and a smirk quirks his lips, already making Polites want to giggle.

“sensitivities. Though perhaps it's not too surprising, you do seem to gain quite a bit of enjoyment out of the whole arrangement, don't you?”

He laughs at the blush and frantic shh'ing that earns him as Eurylochus and Odysseus snicker and whispher amongst each other from afar.

“Oh trust me, my friend, they're already well aware. Why do you think they bully you so? Perhaps that's why you saw fit to provoke me as well, hm?”

Polities shakes his head as he backs away, a shaky smile already on his face.

“No, no! Of course not, your Grace, your Highness- I-I just-”

“Hermes is fine. They weren't exaggerating; you truly are downright endearing. I'll let you in a little secret, since I'm feeling charitable. You know, I don't even have to lay a hand on you to tickle you?”

He winks, and with a wave of his hand, Polities squeals and jumps away from what feels like a poke at his ribs, quickly followed by another and another until he's dancing in place trying to dodge the phantom tickles. Poor Polites is a flustered, jumbled mess.

“Point proven, point proven!! Please!”

Hermes hums in mock thought; smirking.

“Mm, Mm, much better! But enlighten me. Who's the scariest God again~?”

Politics feels a feather at his neck, and shrieks briefly as something squeezes his hips.

“Yhohohohou, you, Hermes!”

Hermes giggles and with another wave of his hand, the sensations stop, leaving him to crumple to the floor. Hermes leaves him with a water skin and a knowing, dare I say, fond smile and a ruffle of his hair.

“Good boy; do try to keep that in mind, yes? Ta-ta~!”

He disappears as quickly as he came and Odysseus and Eurylochus help him up, trying to hold back laughter of their own.

Eurylochus discreetly gives Odysseus his winnings for not holding out against Hermes behind his back. Then they both tease him.

“...See? Even the Gods think you're cute. Now you really can't deny it.”

“Looks like you were cursed after all~”

Polities just covers his face and groans, pouting, knowing they're never gonna let him live this down.

“Leave me alone…”

Ahhh I totally flustered myself writing this send help 😳

YOU FLUSTERED ME TOO OMG THAT WAS SO GOOOOOD! I can totally see them playing a silly game like that & finding any excuse to tease Polites, it’s just so fitting!

& the way he’s so defensive about it, going as far as to call him lame & downplaying his own sensitivity. But I like to imagine the Gods have a radar whenever someone mentions them & Hermes is curious & peeks in just to see Polites basically shit talking him & he can’t let that fly!

He’s so smug & teasy kxsjkzbdjd poor Polites can’t even defend himself! This is seriously amazing, I’m gonna reread it immediately!

[lower-mkdr]

Just a personal rambling about Adela's skin

Just as a heads up, I'm not spoiler free when it comes to Adela so I hope you can bear with me today since her new skin has me totally in love even if the showcase isn't out yet, the Adela brainrot is real and it's always there, but I've been taking my time to let it out. Going to the point, GOD, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

I like the way it's something elegant yet quite simple, since it fits her style really well. I often think about how Adela is so complex yet she keeps trying to be pretty simple for the sake of her own view of "a perfect and relaxing life", but it's the details what makes the difference, she's still pretty elegant and has a lot of style.

Regarding what we know by the tranlations, the name is "tower candlelight". The first thing I thought about was the "Tower" mentioned in Phantom of the Mist, the clock tower where everything changes, where Letta warns us to no get close to, but it ends being what connects every piece of information together with Adela guiding us to learn the story about Mad Shears.

I'm not really surprised by the idea of a concept similar to Rapunzel, but I absolutely adore it. It's the way she's trapped by her own hair, in a tower the same description calls "My heart shall become a tall tower, and I shall sit at its precipice. There, there is nothing but silence and sorrow." (Just in case, I'm using the tranlation provided by Jiu Jiu subs).

It explains itself pretty well, right? She's been trapped for a long time by her own worries, her way to escape? "let's cut the worries away", but she's still there, her heart still is there. Same as the story in her interrogation, no matter how much Adela wants to avoid it, she knows there's something she's missing. It's just a "Let's think I'm out" but she's not, she's just there, imagining she's out.

I like how there's many candles around here, even birdcages and their surrounded by flowers (I'll do another post later if I find them or have an idea about it, flower language it's really interesting). I would love to say that she's another flower between those cages, there's even vines around.

The hairstyle is something so personal that the second I saw it I felt like crying while saying to my friends "I love how she has long hair, but I don't know how to feel about it in her case". For Adela, long hair represents worries that suffocate the owner of said hair, so being able to see her with pretty long hair, despite being something that I love and adore in a personal way, it really got me thinking "Is she okay????" (baby, do you want a hug and some tea?)

All the context so far left me really intrigued, but it also means that this is a part of herself, an important one. Probably this is how Adela felt for many years since she was young, she always was bound to something, until she decided to cut it away herself in search of her own happiness (Her relationship with her mother, the connection with Chief, the multiple times she tried to find a place she could call "home", but never found one), and in the end, it was all a part of her that she neglected, her own memories, in search for some stability. Here she looks so far quite calm, I guess it would be related/explain later to have some connection with Chief?

It reminds her of her 100% compliance line "People tend to bury themselves with old troubling memories, overburdened and suffocated, so I cut it away from me. But little did I know that I also cut away something that allowed my heart to sing. It's you who helped me rediscover that something".

She's no longer waiting for a home, nor searching for one, she's no longer suffocating herself constantly with feelings she can't comprehend (see the Mother's pendant interaction, It keeps hurting me), she's just here, looking at you with a smile, knowing things can change, but change doesn't really mean something bad. Her hearth is free now, she is free now

[imecliptic]

since i’m having an inheritance games brainrot currently, i decided to throw together taylor swift songs/lyrics that i thought fit the characters. it was actually really hard but i’d totally do it again-

Avery Kylie Grambs: …Ready For It? - “Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom.”

Libby Grambs: Tied Together With A Smile(I also really considered Begin Again) - “I guess it's true that love was all you wanted, 'cause you're givin' it away like it's extra change, hoping it will end up in his pocket, but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain.”

Nash Westbrook Hawthorne: Fearless - “We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now. But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair. Absentmindedly makin' me want you.”

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne: cardigan - “You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'. 'Cause I knew you, steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, I- I knew you tried to change the ending; Peter losing Wendy.”

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne: Mine - “Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine.”

Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne: The Archer - “I've been the archer, I've been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne: Mastermind - “What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me? I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line. What if I told you I'm a mastermind?”

Skye Hawthorne: the last great american dynasty - “‘There goes the last great American dynasty’ ‘Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been’ ‘There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen’ ‘She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything’.”

Zara Hawthorne-Calligaris: Better Than Revenge - “I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause; She took him faster than you could say ‘sabotage’.”

Toby Hawthorne: closure - “Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. I'm fine with my spite, and my tears, and my beers and my candles. I can feel you smoothing me over”

Pearl O’day: no body, no crime - “She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime. I wasn't letting up until the day he… died.”

Alisa Ortega: Midnight Rain - He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name.”

Maxine Liu: dorothea - “You got shiny friends since you left town, a tiny screen's the only place I see you now, and I got nothing but well wishes for ya.”

Thea Calligaris: New Romantics - “We need love, but all we want is danger. We team up, then switch sides like a record changer. The rumors are terrible and cruel; But honey, most of them are true.”

Rebecca Laughlin: tolerate it - “I greet you with a battle hero's welcome. I take your indiscretions all in good fun. I sit and listen, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten. You're so much older and wiser and I.”

Emily Laughlin: Wildest Dreams - “Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks; Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.”

[yuri-is-online]

Hi! I know it's a bit weird of me to put another thing in your periphery so soon after my last check-in. But I'm currently caught up in Princess Peach: Showtime! brainrot and I thought you'd like to hear it!

So in one of your earlier posts you came up with the idea of Yuu having a modern Alice in Wonderland-esque overblot with Grim as their phantom. But, having spent the better part of a week trying to hundred percent this game (why am I like this?) gave me another worm. And it goes something like this:

What if Grim isn't the only one gaining something from those blot crystals?

Because in the game, Peach changes "form" so to speak, after taking in a bunch of Sparkle. So who's to say Yuu isn't unknowingly absorbing runoff blot from those crystals? Then who's to say that Yuu doesn't have similar "forms" to the Overblot boys? Snapshots immortalized in ink and imbeded in a human who is slowly but surely losing it. And, going along with your idea of a Yuu overblot, what would it be like for the boys to have to effectively face themselves should that happen? Now it's not just Grim they have to face but a reflection of them at their lowest and the one victim who has been dragged to it every single time. The pain, the fear, the regret! Ah! I didn't know I could think of something so angsty! (And that's not even talking about Peach's last form and the Yuu equivalent!)

Anyway, make of that what you will. I just wanted to get that out there. Hope you're doing well and staying healthy! Looking forward to the next thing you make!

Sincerely,

The anon who loves Riddle & Azul

I really do love the way you format your asks dear friend, it is rather like receiving a letter. It is splendid to hear from you again so soon.

I had a brain rot myself a bit a while ago thinking about how it would be interesting for Yuu and Grim to channel the overblot forms similar to Eden's Promise: Eternity in FFXIV:

In my mind I was thinking how I would design a boss fight where Grim has three forms and Yuu has three forms, and then they merge to channel the Thorn Fairy since she's too powerful for just the one of them... but meh that's neither here nor there. The idea of Yuu with forms that reflect the various phantoms and physical attacks that reflect the overblot boys is so delicious, but realistically I think the concept you are describing where the boys are being forced to face themselves is the point of the various chapters we are going through in Book 7 right now. Grim and Yuu twisted into an overblotted abomination... you could argue that facing them would be the equivalent of what is happening with the ob boys right now in his book. It would be easy for him to blame the other dorm leaders and act like if they didn't overblot then he wouldn't be forced to hurt his first friend... but then that would be a disservice to you. He very much had his part to play, the largest one perhaps. In you now is a twisted reflection of everything he hated about himself: his power and his inability to save those he loved with it. You don't need any form other than your own to taunt him with that.

I do think you are onto something about the crystals not just affecting Grim. If we think about the relationship between Grim and Yuu, I think it makes the most sense to say that what Yuu gains from the blot crystals is their premonitions of overblot? Memories sealed in crystal are a fairly common trope... so if the memories of the respective phantom is trapped inside of that crystal then Yuu's visions could be the crystals calling out to them. I am less solid on the "why" but when I think about it this way, something about Grim and Yuu's connection allows Yuu to "hear" the crystals forming, which is why we don't get visions of every bad thing that happens (Rollo and Fellow for example) because there is no "Flower of Evil" about to bloom. Perhaps the Great 7's crystals "belong" to Grim/the Chimera in some way so that's why they are calling to Yuu? I need to think a bit more, but oh I am so glad you sent this ask. It gave me so much to think about...

[arkiwii]

well, since i can't really draw or write Arknights stuff because I'm really charged this month, but the brainrot is still very strong, i decided to do a tierlist of my favorite operators!

explanations below the cut

i don't count alters on this tierlist, when I put a character I consider it's them + their alter version; the choice of if I picked the alter or not for the vignette is only based on aesthetic choices, really. also for comprehensive reasons, i tried to put all the related characters next to each other (like how the abyssal hunters are all next to each other)

My most beloved precious blorbos: this one speaks for itself, honestly. operators i absolutely love, that i think about almost on a daily basis, no minded doodles every so often, writing ideas poping up in my mind, big wall of text about how much i like them, autistic thoughts, you know the kind. i just love them very much, simply. originally, saria and ifrit were in the tier just below, since i considered that since i have silence as my favorite character, i did not need to also put them, but i learnt to love them individually rather than for what they represent to silence

Big smooch on their forehead: characters that i know very well the story of, and that I'm really attached! not to the point of being my all times favorites, but who spoke to me to a personal level, or that i used a lot in early game/still use today. i love to read about them and would love to draw or write more about them! justice knight is here as a honorary member

I think they're neat!: i don't know them that well, but i followed them in events, or did a bit of research about them for a reason or another, or simply one of my friends like them! and i do think they're neat, pretty interesting, not the kind i'd be absolutely attached to but i enjoy seeing them regardless :]

I would like to know more about them: feat Abyssal Hunters, the Nearls and Gavial's crew. they are characters i know a little bit about them or they are related to a character i love, but i got too lazy to read their event and files because it's too complicated, or too long, or whatever. but they are characters i know enough about to know i'll appreciate them! so im interested in knowing more about them

Here goes all the other operators, aka "I don't care or I forgot you exist": well, the tier's name once again speaks for itself. theres a ton of characters in that game, and I can't focus on every of them, especially when i started not that long ago. there's a lot that i genuinely just forget about, some that i know the story but i dont care that much to know more, and a few that i do wish to know more about! but not as much interesting as the tier above, so not my priority

I hate you /pos: (i ran out of colors) annoying ass characters with a shitty personalities but they're fun for the memes and i use them regardless (except tequila cause mlynar exists). not like actual hate, mostly affectionate hate, you know, like how you call your cat "stinky", but you still love your cat regardless. fact, at first i was genuinely uncomfortable with lappland, but then with il siracusano i started to feel better with her

I hate you /neg: characters i despise either for game reason or because their smug aura mocks me. phantom is because fuck him in is2 and his story is ehhh to me. gravel is because this character is seriously uncomfortable, for the love of god can you act normal, and i wouldn't mind her if she wasn't guaranteed with every fast redeploy tag. harmonie and ho'olheyak are just smug bitches. and ethan i just have a hate experience because i dont like using him and his voice + the music playing when he appears makes me so anger

Brother you can just die: Silverash tier. fuck you silverash. i don't like his face, i dont like using him, and i did not followed break the ice but i heard enough bullshit about him to know he's a terrible person. i hope i never roll him

[eventual-ghosts]

tag game

tagged by: @overnighttosunflowers, hihi

last song listened to: I'm in SUCH a music rut right now, and sick of all my spotify recs, but my cousin sent me Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan, and it's an absolute bop.

currently reading: Mara: Daughter of the Nile which I loved in fifth grade and am seeing if it holds up. So far....kind of...but oh boy was this a book set in ancient Egypt written by a white lady in 1953. Vaguely alarming how little my taste in romance have changed lol. Also Harrow the Ninth, after @overnighttosunflowers and @lurkinglurkerwholurks and another friend badgered me about it aggressively for years. they were right, it is a masterpieces. I deeply apologize for showing up so late to the locked tomb party. I pray it never opens. (spoiler: o wait, it kinda did...)

currently watching: we're barreling through our CR backlog right now, and it feels great to actually watch the episodes we're on finally move up in number. I've also watched an obscene about of costume dramas in the last couple of weeks, including P&P (2005) which (in my controversial opinion) is mid overall but the pining is 10/10, Jane Eyre (2011?), and Sense & Sensibility (1995?).... @rhytons will have me rewatching Phantom Thread sooner rather than later, but I might to Emma. (2020) again first or actually get myself to the theater for The Taste of Things.

currently obsessed with: not really anything and I need to brainrot something, plz send recs. Closest is probably HtN, but I read slowly.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

So, hi again

Ok first, congratulations on your 100 subscribers!!! That's an amazing feat to achieve!

Second, my question is this, do you plan on making more ben 10 fic in the

Future? Why yes or why no (no judging don't worry)

Another question is, do you know Danny phantom? Do you ever think about joining the fandom and making a fic for it?

Also last thing (sorry so many questions I'm excited)

For you bnha fics, do you have any hidden lore? Or random facts you head canon about a character that may or may not be included into the fic? (Loved inko's beef in nursing school lol) And what is Yagi's pov in this whole thing? I'm imagining it as complete comedy

If you ever decide to write something for your fic but in his pov, it has to be completely crack treated seriously with him missing every flag of his student having a meltdown and a walk toward the dark side lol

Sorry for the long ask, will be waiting for your reply!

Don't worry about a long ask, I adore any asks I get (´꒳`)♡♡♡ !!! I just take a min to answer, haha. Especially rn, but thank you sm! I'm very happy about it, it's so delightful!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ♡ ♡

I do want to write more Ben 10, but it's lower on the priority list. Batman brainrot had me a chokehold for a hot min there, and it just loosened, so I wanna get back on track on my bigger ongoing wip's, like my SUF and Invincible fics, and maybe even a Blue Beetle fic. They're both overdue for an update, and I've been itching to post for a while but just Couldn't from responsibilities, bleh.

If I had my way, I'd update those two fics, and then possibly muse about a oneshot of Albedo and Ben having to spend like 10 hours together, 'cause the enemy/friend dynamic is so yummy to me! Forcig them to interact like Albedo is internally hissing like a wet cat backed into the corner and Ben is just trying to vibe! Hostile, loathing force meet nonchalant, friendly energy, fight. Plus, I really want to write one more comedy-like fic since I've gotten incredibly rusty. As for my already existing Ben 10 wip, I'm quite not sure where to take it? I suppose I've run out of steam for the moment? Again, my more comedic style is incredibly rusty, so while I do have 1k of a draft, it's undoubtedly going to be scrapped and reworked to hell before it's even polished. And that's still lower on the priority list, compared to Invincible and SUF, which I'm still struggling to update.

AND I LOVE DANNY PHANTOM! I've just never had a proper fic idea for the series, admittedly. I'd also need a rewatch to keep in tune with Danny's voice/characterizations. I also read a lot of DP x Anything crossovers, and got really sick of them by proxy. It'll take a bit for me to write anything for it, I suppose? I'd need to reignite a interest!

And oh YAY! It's been a very long time since I thought about that fic, and a lot I make up as I go and try tying back together, kinda like building the railroad while I drive the train, haha. So not sure if I had any hidden lore, especially none I can think of at the top of my head? But, like anything, I can think of some!

a) Inko and Hisashi are still technically married as they never got officially divorced, Inko kinda kicked him out and he's still yearning. He admires her ability to be cut throat, and loathes her strong sense of morals. b) Inko and Hisashi met while Inko was in med school, nearly graduating! She threatened to stick a pen through someone's throat for mocking her, and he was enamored. c) Izuku gets his determination from Inko, not Hisashi. He also gets the ability to burst into tears from her. The quick obsession is all him though. d) Hisashi left when Izuku was just young enough for his parenting to still linger, aka quirk fascination, but still early enough Izuku doesn't quite miss him when he's lived so long without him.

Yagi is ABSOLUTELY having a swell ol' time looking at Izuku succeed from the sidelines. Go, Izuku go! Number one cheerleader in the distance. He would be oblivious to Izuku's slowburn sanity depletion, if not incidentally encouraging by misunderstanding, since I think that's silly. Probably offer some advice Izuku takes in a whole another direction, or comment on Izuku's quirk to be encouraging, which makes Izuku incredibly tight lipped and sweating bullets. Which is to say, completely correct assumption from you, haha!

I did have a draft of the next chapter I never ended up finished, if you'd like :D below!

Izuku has been cackling madly for a solid minute. Maybe it’s the exhaustion still clinging to him like a teddy bear cactus after seeing its first fleshy human taxi, or the sweet, sweet euphoria of a miraculous, and marvelous step forwards, or maybe he’s simply lost his sanity, but eventually, it winds down to giggles, chuckles until it’s nothing but a bright grin stretched over his cute little cheeks. 

“Shigaraki!” Izuku whispers delightfully. “Shigaraki, Shigaraki, Shigaraki!” 

Unfortunately, chanting someone's name while cackling, does sound like he’s reciting the next person he’s gonna curse to have their toes swapped with their fingers or having their spine crumble like a wad of wet paper towels squeezed into a tiny ball, so Izuku does exhibit one tiny glimmer of self awareness to simply stop doing that. The magic of sleep, he supposes, brings the wonderful gift of self awareness!

He should sleep more. Probably. Maybe. He’ll see. 

And while yes, okay, there is technically literally no one in the house except for him to see him like this, his All Might figure could be judging him! He can’t disappoint them! They’re limited edition. And oh, he should wipe them down soon. Gotta keep them in good condition! Just imagining one of those delicate, glossy figures being cracked and broken just makes Izuku wanna do the same thing to someone’s spine, which is ridiculous!

Izuku would simply never allow them to get damaged. Ever.

[rodentlady]

Empires Pokemon Pt. 1 Empires Pokeballs Quick note before I start: Each Emperor has one member of their team shiny, simply because I felt like it. The teams are usually fully evolved, unless I'm keeping a pokemon unevolved because it fits the character better. Here's Pix, Scott, and Xornoth.

Pix: Heliolisk, Copperajah, Litwick, Cacturne, Bronzong, Sandslash Heliolisk is Pix's first pokemon, really his known partner pokemon, named Helios. Helios is male, and is kept in a Desert Ball. Copperajah is named Copper, is male, and is in -oh so surprisingly- a Copper Ball. He helps Pix transport trades. Litwick has been an unevolved Litwick for longer than Pix has been alive. Her name is Vigilant, and is also in a Copper Ball. Cacturne is Phantasmal, the pokemon he used as the Phantom. For that reason, he's kept in a Blade Ball. Bronzong's name is Patina, and they work with the beeswax and copper aging. They're in a Honeycomb Ball. Sandslash is shiny, and is named Anthill. She's a great help in getting materials for Pix and is kept in a Desert Ball. Scott: Ninetales, Froslass, Wyrdeer, Abomasnow, Ampharos, Noctowl Surprisingly, Vulp, Scott's partner, is a fire type Ninetales. He's shiny though, so it's hard to tell. Very petty. He's in an Ancient Ball. Froslass is named Gold from when she was a Snorunt. She makes up for this by stealing Scott's jewelry. She's in a Misted Ball. Wyrdeer is simply called Stag, often ridden by Scott ceremonially. A little bit vain, he's in a Misted Ball as well. Abomasnow is Evergreen, and she's fond of helping Scott build and remember to take breaks. She's in a Frosted Ball. Ampharos is actually a Mega Ampharos, very fluffy. His name is Snowball and he's lazy. Also in a Frosted Ball. Noctowl's name is Moonlight, and is Scott's preferred form of communication. As such, he's in a Messenger Ball. Xornoth: Houndoom, Glalie, Seviper, Zoroark, Salamance, Guzzlord Xornoth's first pokemon was a Houndoom called Hound. Him and Vulp were once close friends. He's also in an Ancient Ball. Glalie is named Silver from when he was a Snorunt, given he's shiny. His red eyes are fitting now. He's in a Misted Ball. Seviper is a very tricky pokemon, called Whisper. She has a connection to Exor, and is a Corrupted Ball. He has Shadow, a Hisuian Zoroark, which helps him conjure illusions of despair or power against others. She's in a Magic Ball. Salamance's name actually is Power, and he's the real strength along with all the demonic trickery. Also in a Corrupted Ball. Guzzlord is called Ending, because that the goal with it is. Shrub especially hates this pokemon. It's in a Gnomish Ball. Notes: I'm a little sad Pix doesn't get a "seer" physic pokemon, but Bronzor worked better. If Frosted/Misted pokeballs are confusing to you, they're hard for me to. Blame Pearl for using the word Gilded in her Empire's name, because that was the original name for Misted. Vulp and Hound are named that because the Rivendell siblings got them at about five years old so they wouldn't die of hypothermia, and the two of them were already pretentious enough to call them that. Scott and Xornoth's teams are meant to be mostly parallels for each other. Ninetales and Houndoom as fire "partners", alternative Snorunt evos, Wyrdeer and Seviper as godly influences (Even if Exor isn't a snake), Abomasnow and Zoroark both act as "helpers" in their tasks, Ampharos and Salamance are dual dragons, as well as representing what Scott and Xornoth offer others (Wool trade and "power"). Now if that last one was a bit of a stretch, there's also no comparison between Noctowl and Guzzlord. Ampharos is permanently in Mega Form, because I feel like ignoring poke-lore about how Megas work so that Scott may have a fluffy sheep and also a matching dragon type. I'll explain more about how Ultra Beasts work when we get to Shrub's team, although you might be able to make a guess. Hope you enjoyed my brainrot! If you have any opinions or suggestions, please let me know! Coming Soon: Jimmy, Lizzie, and Joel.

[mahuhumaling]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

made by the one and only deepa. thank you for tagging me! i'm not really sure how the format of this tag game works haha but i'll do my best. ):) @fiercynn

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

heyo! i'm atria (pronounced ey-tri-ya), 21, and a college senior struggling studying creative writing in the philippines. i use she/her pronouns and i'm very much sapphic thank you.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

december 14, 2021, when i decided to binge what my twitter mutuals have been hyping about on my tl for weeks.

i had been on a hiatus prior to that, having just been suffering from julie and the phantoms brainrot, that it surprised me that my old fandom mutuals were moving on collectively to another show. so many tweets analyzing and raving about the show caught my attention because i'm all about those, those are my cup of tea, especially the night of episode 5 airing. i watched a clip of the rooftop scene and i wanted to know why they were crying and why one of them walked away, so i had it on my watchlist. i was still busy with schoolwork though so i didn't get to actually start watching until two weeks later, four days after episode 7 aired (hence 12/14/21) at 10 PM with my sheets pulled up. it was me and my phone against the world.

yes i made it worse because that week was my finals—but to my defense, to my defense, i had already finished half of it and was close in finishing the other half of my exams.

joined the fandom like not even an hour later after i binged 1-7 because i came on twitter and was met with a warm welcome.

favorite ship(s)

patpran and inkpa. i have my fair share of liking rare pairs (clary and izzy from shadowhunters tv, riley and farkle from girl meets world, quinn and rachel from glee) but for shows like these, nah. haha the main pairs really do it for me.

favorite character(s)

pat - mans was so relatable. sexually fluid, thought he had a crush on his different-gendered friend but turned out to be in love with someone who is of the same gender who was right in front of him the whole time. became closer to different-gendered friend after confessing to them i'm totally not projecting haha what do you man

ink - ah, ink nolastname my beloved. introduced as a red herring but ended up having her own sapphic love story?? no other girl in a bl could ever.

junior - i thought he'd just be a one-episode side character but him serving the story in multiple ways got to me. he felt like patpran's child which is so cute, but also a representation of the freedom patpran's own kid selves could have had.

favorite episode(s)

3 - falls under the romcom formula of pat just following pran around like a dumb oblivious puppy and while we the audience are attuned to pran's perspective, once you rewatch episode 3, you realize how much pat has not been lying about how he feels for both pran and ink and that his behavior says it all.

5 - do you even need to ask. i'm pat-biased so him speedrunning his sexuality was so funny and so devastating at the same time.

10 - some people have said that i'm a masochist for this one. but in all seriousness when i first watched it (which was via iWant and not YouTube, so i had no interruptions of 4 parts and got to watch all four parts immediately and earlier than everyone else because if you didn't know back when it was airing, the premiering of the parts would have an interval of around 5-15 minutes each) it felt so long and advanced the plot the most. it had all: inkpa getting together, patpran being adorable annoying bfs, and learning about their generational trauma. yikes! i loved the angst of it all.

favorite scene(s)

*cracks knuckles* oh boy, do i have a series of textposts for you. i made commentary post thingies for them detailing the reason why! it was so fun to do.

designing bus stop 2.0

fight in the dorm's ground floor

pran singing the unfinished version of "our song"

inkpa in the darkroom

ming putting the letters in the siridechawat mailbox

one thing you would change about the show if you could

just one??? i mean haha sure...

the whole plot of wai getting mad at pran and how they resolved it. like come on man, the best friend hates when one lies to the other trope is so lame and overused. it's not just pat getting shot, it was the whole thing of the archi gang being unfairly mad without bothering to learn about why he lied. if they didn't feel like side characters then who are just there to put external conflict and less like actual friends who got hurt from the secret, they certainly acted most like it in episode 9.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

i made a fanfic recommendation thread and i have a couple of bbs edits saved in all of tiktok, instagram, and twitter, but if i had to really narrow it down, that'd be tough. hmm.

gif - i search @pranpats' pat breaking silently post every few months to make myself cry whenever i need a good one. my baby boy my baby boy i love him so much. i tuck him in bed and give him nong nao. btw the sharpening of this gif made pat's tears so much clearer and i want to hurl myself off of a balcony thanks.

fic - from the tide by fruti2flutie is a popular fanfic but it deserves the hype. i was blown away by its character dynamics and style of writing that i wrote an original story inspired from its worldbuilding/power system for my fiction workshop class. the river can't go back by unsungyellowraincoat is poetic heaven.

art - last one to propose loses by cubedmango + rooftop wedding by @thatgothsamurai = my our skyy actually.

animatic - Ur SOUL Ur BodY by RENii•EXE has so many shots that made me question my entire existence, namely pran pressing pat's hand into the bedsheets (0:41). it's so good. 10/10.

animation - I am not your ocean anymore by @architectxengineer is incredible. watching this broke my heart in the best possible way. the visual of how pran and pat stumble into their room in episode 11 is such a cute scene to fill the gap of.

edit - mae's safety net is a personal favorite because it was first uploaded on my birthday, i could never get tired of it as i kept watching it for months on end, and then there was that time it was archived on mae's instagram but she was kind enough to unarchive it for me (alongside her other incredible bbs edits!) huhu ily. and then another objectively well-made one is 7 things by mic that is deservedly popular on twitter, not to mention the very intentional use of colors from all of pran's markers/color pencils! HOW. COOL. IS. THAT.

text - In Fair Verona by @shortpplfedup is an analysis/commentary scenepost series that i fell in love with and tuned into as the episodes aired. it details the main romeo and juliet allegory as well as points out its differences. it's so so pretty and insightful and a delight to read. read all of it, guys. please.

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

visual edit - among all my photo edits, my untranslatable words one almost made it here but i gotta hand it to my bad idea storyboard. if i could only draw, i would have animated the shit out of this tbh.

video edit - all the stars kind of flopped in reception which was a bummer considering no one knows i spent an embarrassingly long time working on it (...9 hours) but now you do haha.

fanfic - the rest are drabbles anyway so i don't even think this can count as a favorite if it's only one lmao but it's my Teen Wolf AU anamnesis (28k, 4 chapters, fin). really enjoyed the season 6 binge for educational purposes :DD and writing pranink, pranpa, patink, and the jindapat siblings was one of the best parts. my true ot4.

other - i wrote something about patpran that was not prose. it's post velum (which is latin for behind the curtain, the name of the novel) and it's poetry about each episode of bad buddy + our skyy. oh and my patpran as percabeth series that i mostly only did for like,, two people.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

a taylor swift song feels like cheating because every ship can be associated to a taylor swift song but still. daylight is perfect. i once believed love would be burning red? pre-relationship patpran. the rivalry is so fiery that they thought they wouldn't have the space to be soft. but it's golden. established relationship patpran. they are the healthiest teenaged boyfriends ever. their relationship endures for years and glows.

watch this edit, see what i mean.

idk anything else you want us to know?

i don't really agree with thinking bad buddy is the perfect show and that it had the perfect ending. i still understand the direction and the decision to go with those and other more questionable choices, but i like recognizing the show's flaws. tons and tons of it. from the technicalities of production to the actual writing. especially knowing the show's behind the scenes and what happened from the mock trailer's official announcement and the gp's initial (horrible) reception, to this show finally airing and its first four episodes being in the trenches when it comes to ratings (haha the bbs nugu era), to the ending of episode 5 breaking the internet to the point of being recognized in the following gmmtv 2022 presscon, then to the steep rise to the peak.

...especially knowing those made me love the show more inside out. tldr; i'm a "bad buddy is a very flawed show and i love it" type of person.

tagging bbs tumblr mutuals who might be interested in playing but no pressure though! @dravbn @lurkingteapot @seoperior @pransobrave @rhvmaresh @patpranism @zetteceniza

[aether-writes-things]

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Hello! You can call me Aether :3 My pronouns are they/them primarily, but I also use he/him. I'm queer and make queer art.

I'm 21+, live in the U.S., and am married. Yes, my husband is my beta reader lmao, I love him sm

I'm nonbinary/transmasculine/genderfluid or some kind of bs like that. Labels are hard lmfao. Sense of self? We don't know her.

I write stuff. And things. Sometimes nsfw, but not all the time lol

Current works posted: 1 (not complete)

WIPs: 3

Fandoms I write for: Legends of Zelda / Original Links Meet AU, Sometimes Sorta Linked Universe, Marvel (sometimes, lol, the Deadpool and Wolverine brainrot has a vise-like grip on my brain rn and it's distracting me from other fandom...oof)

If you want to see me spew nonsense, just look for the tag aether yaps because I do a lot of yapping.

My works will be tagged as aether's stories.

I write both short and long form fiction. My AO3 handle is AetherWritesThings.

More randomness under the cut! (You can also find DNI related inquiries, more on fandom, and what kind of tags to block if you don't want to see certain types of works on my blog, as well as general content warnings for my non-adult/YA work.)

Backstory timeeeeeee

I've been writing fanfiction since the autism really started autisming back in 2010. Yeah, I've been writing fanfic for 14 years and I haven't had an AO3 until now. Sad innit lol (Also yes, I am actually autistic, amongst other brain problems lmfao) I started in a spiral bound notebook, writing Twilight Princess fanfiction by hand as a child.

I fell off the writing wagon in 2020, when my writing buddy and best friend ghosted me for being queer. Since then, I've done a lot of growing up, changing, and deep introspection. Besides learning how to handle my mental illness, I've also learned to take my time and enjoy the process of creation, rather than just slap something on a page and hate it for the rest of my existence. I've also learned that, sometimes, it's ok to put down the original work and just enjoy some self-indulgent fanworks sometimes!

I haven't gotten his permission to tag his account here, but my lovely beta reader is my very own husband, the only person in my life that I feel comfortable sharing my works with. (It's different if it's strangers on the internet or writing buddies, which I don't have anymore, lol) Shoutout to the hubby <3

I don't really do DNIs because I don't post anything that could be DNI-able. (And by that, I mean I will avoid posting or reblogging triggering or DNI-able content, such as political or deeply controversial content). Most of my works are intended for young adult audiences, but sometimes the ship brainrot seizes me and I make adult works as well. I will tag everything appropriately. If you don't want to see NSFW content, but still want to follow, feel free to just add jeepers that's smut to your blocked tags! That's what I'll tag any and all of my adult-themed works with!

I'm also gonna tag fandom as aether writes (insert fandom) so I can organize my work. For example, if I post a Zelda fic, I'll tag aether writes Legend of Zelda :)

General content warnings DO apply to my sfw content, so as I post / think of more, I'll add to the list here. Current Content Warnings / Trigger Warnings: violence, blood, medical procedures, emeto/vomit/illness (non-graphic, I am emetophobic lol), death, strong language

And some stuff just for fun!

I have two cats, both of them orange. They're so dumb <3. My favorite color is green. I have been in the Legends of Zelda fandom for going on 15 years now (I'm old). My favorite three Legends of Zelda games in descending order are Twilight Princess (ily Midna), Skyward Sword, and Wind Waker. I have also played Majora's Mask (ITS SO HARD), Ocarina of Time (screw the Water Temple fr), Phantom Hourglass, Hyrule Warriors, Breath of the Wild, and Tears of the Kingdom. I recently started Minish Cap and I adore it!

Feel free to message me or ask me stuff! I should be posting some writing soon, so be on the lookout for more silliness.

Last Updated: 10-29-2024