#Kinda wanna clean this up but maybe after I finish some others things first

[tomsbly]

Ken number FIVE — Rex!

CW: Incest (I absolutely do NOT condone it irl, but this is a work of fiction. Putting this warning in so people who aren’t into that will enjoy the morph only and move on!)

Rex was always the typical younger brother: energetic, obnoxious, bratty, yet always everyone’s favorite. His behavior was always overlooked since he played sports, was doing alright at school and was one of The Boys. After blowing up on TikTok, he solidified his title as the popular, hot, fuckboyish guy. And his older brother, Cody, hated that.

He really, really wanted to be genuinely happy for his younger bro but his insecurities got the best of him. The timing was awful too. Rex, freshly 18, would be graduating high school this year and he was at his peak. Cody… Cody was not.

Being three years older than his brother, he was already in college, yet still living with his family. It was cheaper that way. He wasn’t really passionate about learning, but he didn’t have any other possibilities, or so he thought. He worked part-time, but the job sucked, he couldn’t work full-time because of college and he couldn’t even start a family since he and his long-term girlfriend broke up. While his brother was being his best, Cody was horny, alone and depressed.

With his newfound popularity, Rex found a lot of friends, mostly boys, muscular and fuckboyish, just like him. Since his parents weren’t at home most of the time, just him and Cody, he started inviting them over to hang out. You know, like the boys they were. They would play video games, listen to music, just chill and have a good time. But after several weeks it got kind of boring… Their solution? Alcohol. Cody was 21, so Rex begged to get them beer or some shit, so they can spice things up a little bit. Cody was hesitant at first, but then he thought:

“Why not? But only if you will all behave and won’t wreck the fucking house. You will be the ones cleaning up after.”

The boys agreed, so Cody got them some beer and vodka, too much vodka maybe. After leaving the teens with the booze, he went upstairs to his room to get some sleep. Two hours later, he was woken up.

Moans…

Loud banging…

Groans…

A loud “I’m coming… fuck…”

His heart sank to his stomach. Oh no. What has he done?

Cody ran downstairs to see the boys all naked, having some kind of an amateur, fucked up orgy. There were clothes everywhere, cum on the walls and empty bottles of lube on the floor. Rex saw his brother first, pulled out his dick out of his friend’s hole and slurred:

“Oh hi, Cody… We… um… we went a little wild, hehe… Do you wanna-”

“Rex, what the hell? You promised me everything’s gonna be alright!”

“Everything’s alright, bro..!” Rex was growing really tired at this point. “It is kinda your fault that we all fucked… you got us booze…”

“I- Rex, please…”

“Please what..?” Rex sighed. “Cody… if you get to fuck one of us, will we make it up to you?”

Rex smirked at Cody. He knew he hadn’t had sex with anyone in a while.

Cody blushed. He was exposed. And so was his bulge. Rex saw that.

“Oh… someone’s excited..!” Rex got on his knees and now was facing his older brother’s throbbing dick, still inside the boxers that he started to pull off.

“You know I can take care of you, Cody… Just don’t be mad…”

“Rex!” Cody recoiled. “I can’t fucking do this! You’re… you’re my brother! It’s wrong… I- I just…”

“It was also wrong to buy us alcohol…”

“How much did you drink?”

“Oh, enough to not… not think about… the future… or today… just let me suck you off and we’ll forget about it…”

“Rex, I-”

But even super drunk, Rex was quicker. He took off Cody’s underwear, now admiring the dick he only got glimpses of before. He started to suck his older brother off. Cody was shocked, but his bro’s mouth felt too good to stop. He gave in. After a minute, Rex looked up at Cody.

“Dude… I’m kinda… done… I can’t…”

“Oh, so you won’t even let me finish?”

“I…”

“Turn your fucking ass around.”

Rex was too out of it to not oblige. Cody spread his bro’s ass cheeks and a single drop of cum leaked out of his brother’s hole. Even though it was used today already, it didn’t stop Cody. Nothing could.

“I just need to cum somewhere, dude. And show your friends how it’s done.”

Cody grabbed onto his brother’s hips and started pounding his hole. With each fast, aggressive, almost careless thrust Rex was more and more lost. He didn’t know what to feel. Was it pleasurable? Forbidden? Embarrassing? He didn’t know and could only whimper as his older brother was close to finishing. None of Rex’s friends were in the right state of mind to stop this. Or remember it.

Even though the boys were all hungover the next morning, they did their best to clean up and were trying to piece together the events of the night. Rex’s best friend, Dawson, could actually remember the fact that they had sex and wanted to talk about it privately. So they came up to Rex’s room and he told his friend everything. Rex was shocked, but at least he lost his virginity to his best bro. But Dawson wasn’t the only one who remembered that night. Cody did too. And he heard everything. It was great to know that his brother was oblivious to who’s cum stained his underwear, so he kept quiet. For a few months, at least.

After several weeks, Rex developed some pregnancy symptoms. He obviously brushed them off as a stomach bug or stress or sleep deprivation or… He soon ran out of excuses. His “oh, it will go away in a few days” bloat didn’t go anywhere, so he was beginning to worry. He could still hide his "bloated" belly under a hoodie at school, but it was April already. This won’t work for long, especially at the gym.

He always went there with his friends, his bros. They all wore either tight or super loose clothes to show off their bodies and loved to go shirtless. But Rex couldn’t do that anymore. His friends were questioning the fact he wore a 3XL t-shirt all the time and didn’t take it off at all. He was so confident before, what happened. Dawson noticed it first. One day they went to the gym alone. After their normal workout, it the locker room, Dawson asked Rex that question.

“Dude, what’s going on with you? You can tell ME, you know…”

“Daws, I- I don’t really wanna talk about it…”

“About what?”

“Ugh…”

Rex turned to his friend and lifted up his shirt to reveal his three-month bump that he tried so hard to conceal. Dawson was puzzled.

“You’re afraid of a… bloat?”

“It’s not a fucking bloat, dude. It’s not going away. I don’t even gain weight anywhere else, so it’s not fat. And I am sick a lot… I just… I don’t know…”

He took off his shirt completely, putting his belly on display. Dawson got closer and touched it. It clicked.

“Dude… Do you think I knocked you up that night..?”

Rex’s heart sank to his growing stomach.

“I… Wh… I can’t! You can’t! I can’t have a fucking baby! I- It’s not…”

“Rexy, please, calm dow-”

“HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE CALM WHEN I FIND OUT THAT I AM FUCKING PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD. I AM FUCKING EIGHTEEN. I AM A FUCKING ALPHA, DUDE.”

“REX, STOP IT FOR FUCK’S SAKE. IT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE A PREGNANCY, WHAT THE HELL DUDE??”

Rex shut up. They changed without talking to each other. They caught a few weird looks from men on their way out, but it wasn’t as bad as Rex trying to buy a pregnancy test. He told the cashier it was for his girlfriend, but did it so awkwardly that they only chuckled in response.

As soon as he got home, he locked himself in the bathroom and did the test. The five minutes of development felt like an eternity. Then, he looked at it.

Positive. Of course it was positive.

He couldn’t believe it for a few seconds, but then it hit him. He could be a father. He could give birth. It was terrifying. He clutched his belly and started crying. It was too much. Even after sex ed. I happened to him, and now what?

He was crying loud enough for Cody to hear him. He knocked on the bathroom door.

“You alright there, dude?”

“…”

The crying has stopped, but something was definitely up.

“Hey, what happened, man? Can I come in?”

Rex opened the door without saying anything. Cody came in.

“Why are you crying, dude. You haven’t cried like this in a while…”

Rex didn’t know what to say. He was holding on to the positive test in the pocket of his trousers.

“Please… Please don’t tell mom and dad…”

“What… Did you fucking kill someone?”

“It might be worse…”

Rex took the test out of his pocket and gave it to his brother.

“It’s mine, Cody…”

“What the- DUDE. That’s- That’s… cool..?”

The thought of his brother being pregnant with his child struck Cody mid-sentence.

“I don’t fucking know what to do. It’s Dawson’s… He told me that he fucked me that night you bought us booze. I found cum on my und- Fuck, dude, it’s so embarrassing.”

Cody was trying to come to his senses. He couldn’t figure out if his brother possibly being pregnant with their child was creeping him out or turning him on.

“Did you think about abortion? I mean, it’s so early to have a kid.”

“I want to talk to Dawson first. Maybe he wants it, even if it���s not from a girl… I just… I can’t…”

Rex hugged his older brother and started crying again. Cody didn’t bring himself to tell the truth, so he hugged Rex with his left hand and put his right on his bro’s belly.

“It will be okay. I promise. If you decide to keep it, I’ll help you out.”

Rex didn’t stop crying.

He told Dawson about the baby the next day. As Rex thought, he was actually down to become a dad. Probably because he wasn’t the one carrying.

Rex kept the baby.

He and Dawson graduated during the first week of May. Even though it was getting hot in California, the robe covered Rex’s belly up. They didn’t know if they were in a relationship at that point. They separated from the friend group and only hung out with each other. Dawson started to feel something towards Rex, but he still wasn’t sure. Rex was only able to be free with Dawson. And his brother. He was only comfortable being shirtless with him and Cody. Only they could touch the bump. Dawson was very gentle. He began to kiss and rub his bf’s belly and Rex didn’t resist. It felt nice. It felt warm.

The fact that he kind of disappeared from social media didn’t help his image. The last things he posted were some selfies from when he was only about 10 weeks along. His fans started to question his absence and it was getting to Rex’s head. He should do something, post something, come clean to everyone.

That’s why he decided to take some pictures on their upcoming vacation. Rex, Cody and Dawson planned to go to Miami for a week to relax. Rex was hesitant before, but now he was the most eager of the three to go. Dawson couldn’t make it because of his new job he took up and Rex and Cody went alone.

The next few days were spent on the beach, tanning, swimming of just napping in the shade, Rex’s preferred pastime. The pregnancy was getting to him. Reaching the fifth month of pregnancy, Rex’s energy was fluctuating. He would be filled with energy one day and just barely making it out of bed the next day. Most of the time, he just wanted to sleep. After six days of this, Cody wanted to do something different. He wanted to go out. Maybe he could find a girl to bring back with him.

Rex was absolutely against it, his sleepiness and gravid belly were the reasons he stayed at the hotel napping and looking through the photos taken by his brother a day before. The beach, their lunch, and a ton of photos of the bros: Rex putting on sunscreen on his belly, him sunbathing, eating lunch, him and Cody flexing on the beach, Cody’s sunburnt back, his nudes… Rex shivered and brushed it off. He chose one picture to post, taken at the balcony of their hotel room. No caption, no hashtags, the photo will say it all.

2 AM. Rex finally decided to post this picture, so everybody could find out what happened first thing in the morning. He texted Dawson that he’s going to finally do it and tapped “Post”. As soon as the picture was online, he turned off his phone. He just wanted to sleep calmly for a final time. Five minutes later, a drunk Cody opened the room’s door.

He was shirtless and barefoot, his shorts barely staying on his hips, covered in stains.

“Heeyyyyy maaaaan, how’s it goinnn?” If it was obvious to Rex before, Cody was really drunk.

“Dude, what the- How much did you drink?”

“A few beers, some shots, I don’t really remember. Does it even matter?” Alcohol made Cody go angry in seconds.

“Yes, it does. We’re not even home. What were you thinking?” Rex gulped.

“Don’t you fucking remember the night I got you knocked up? You were so drunk you can’t even remember how you begged for my cock and let me breed you?”

Rex’s heart skipped a beat. Cody sobered up in an instant. Rex felt a flutter in his belly. His baby kicked for the first time.

Their baby.

[mera-k1]

Hii!! Can we get a first kiss hcs with TCW and/or AKYR, please? Whether its cute giggly ones or the slow and steady,,,🤲🌹

(((I actually sent an anon ask on this but i got a notif that something went wrong with it lol, but lmk if it actually slides into your inbox:0)))

Have a nice one!

it never did come into my inbox but dw!! hope you enjoy the fluff~ later note: GOT WAY TOO LONG... PUTTING AKYR IN A SEP POST!!

First Kiss

TCW x gn!reader

-fluff, idk u guys kiss 😱, not rlly in order so here's order i wrote in -> yohei, shiki, ryu, saimon

having to watch your boyfriend clean counters and sweep the floor wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. but.. he didn't look half bad while doing it. with the sleeves of his bartender 'uniform' rolled up and his focused expression, you couldn't help but admire him. well, okay.. you hadn't been dating that long but the crush you had on yohei was... you've had to for a little longer than you'd like to admit. so when he accepted your confession, you were extremely surprised that the cold-fronted man had actually accepted.

besides that, you really just had wanted to spend some time with him lately. after all, he'd been working so much! why not take some time off and spend some time with you? that's what you had proposed but-

"i needa finish cleaning, babe."

"oh.."

those were the only words that had been spoken since you had gotten here. letting out a dramatic sigh, you slumped down onto the bar counter that he had just finished cleaning. the damp, cool counter smelled of cleaning supplies and you wrinkled your nose at the sudden strong smell and lifted your head back up to wipe your now wet cheek.

"what're you sighing for?" he looked over after you had let out the dramatic sigh, cloth in hand as he wiped down the opposite end of the counter from you.

"i just wanna spend time with you!" you put your elbow onto the counter, leaning your face into your hand as you stared at him. yohei returned your sigh with one of his own as he shook his head.

"i told you i've-"

"i know what you told me!" you huffed out at him, a pout forming on your face as he walked over to you.

"tell you what," he started, looking at your pouty face. yeah... there was no way he could say no to you now. he was being a little mean, wasn't he? he briefly leaned down, planting a quick peck on your lips before walking back over to the previously abandoned cloth he had been using to clean. "we'll go out somewhere once--" you didn't hear the rest as your face turned pink as you suddenly shot up, shock evident on your face.

"y-you kissed me!" you covered your mouth, half from shock and the other half... you weren't really sure. "that was the first time you've ever kissed me!" he looked over at you, a faint pink color appearing on his cheeks.

"...mh. i- i guess i did."

okay so.. maybe it was a little bit awkward, eating lunch with your boyfriend. or well... new boyfriend. not like you've ever had one before but it felt awkward to sit by him during lunch uninvited. but... it's kind of an unspoken thing that you're allowed to do that, right? you had been friends beforehand but... this whole relationship thing was kinda hard... especially with your shy boyfriend.

"uh- uhm- th-thank you for eating with me, (name)..." shiki mumbled, shyly. his face growing pink with blush. you weren't sure if he was flustered by you unexpectedly sitting by him or if he had just remembered that you two were technically dating after that mess of a confession from you. god, you didn't even want to think about it right now...

"no problem!" you gave him a content smile which seemed to make his face go redder. even though it hadn't been long, you were happy that this sweetheart of a guy was your boyfriend. he might be timid but you still loved him!

"ah.. (name)?" he looked over at you, a hesitant expression on his face. it was almost impossible to tell what he was about to ask you with that expression. it almost looked like pity, but you knew it wasn't- but it also looked like shyness? but he was shy about a whole lot of things!

"what's up?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation casual and not think about the possible question.

"w- would you like to go somewhere after school?" he mumbled, looking down shyly. "ah-! with- with me! if that's okay..." he quickly added. as if it wasn't obvious enough! of course you would love to go on a little date with him!

"of course! why wouldn't it be okay, shiki?" you gave him a smile as he almost immediately brightened up too.

"really?!" you nodded happily in response, getting up from your spot on the bench beside him and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before taking your bag and rushing off as the bell rang.

"i'll meet you outside your class after school, okay?!" you called as you jogged away, leaving him an embarrassed and blushing mess as he stared at you disappear in shock.

some days, you weren't sure if you should regret asking ryu out. deep down you knew you didn't regret it, of course, but times when ryu was running around the room in a dino onesie, pretending to be a dinosaur made you wonder what you had really gotten yourself into when you asked him out.

"ROARR!! i'm gonna get ya, (name)!!" he made a scary face as he ran over to where you were sitting with his arms outstretched, ready to grab you. you couldn't help but laugh at his childishness when he tackled you down onto the carpet. "iiii... got you!!!"

you both became a fit of giggles after ryu tackled you down, cuddling in closer to you as if being on the floor was a normal occurrence for the two of you. "okay, okay.. it's time to actually get up and ready, ryu." you patted his head as he childishly wrapped his arms around you and shook his head with a pout.

"not yet! just a little longer, 'kay? and then we will blast off, captain!!" he declared, suddenly an astronaut instead of a dinosaur now. you couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up inside of you.

"from dinosaur to astronaut? what a drastic switch!" you playfully teased him before he suddenly jumped up, pointing up towards the ceiling (which you assumed he was pointing towards the sky) and brought his finger back down to point at you on the floor.

"yes! we will be blasting off to the moon! astronaut ryu and (name) are making it to the moon!" he declared loudly as you got up from your spot on the ground and walked over to his excited face.

"i'm sure we will, ryu, but it's time to get ready, okay?" you smiled at him before he sighed, seemingly accepting the fact that he couldn't sit and have fun with you all day in his room.

"one thing before we blast off!" he gave a determined look, his hands on his hips. you raised your eyebrows at him as a silent 'go ahead'. "astronaut ryu needs a kiss before he gets ready!" you would have been flustered by his sudden request but seeing him so determined made you forget the blush that had burned onto your face when he said it. leaning in, you gave him a kiss on his smiling face before he cheered leaving you to look at him with a content smile on your face. yeah, he was definitely the one for you.

"you don't have to force yourself, love," the deep, comforting voice of saimon sounded beside you as you both sat on his bed. you wanted to take your relationship a little farther and sleep beside him instead of sleeping in another room whenever you visited him. "take your time."

"no, no it's alright. i trust you and stuff, but i'm just nervous..." you sighed, nerves getting the better of you as you fiddled with your hands in your lap. his hand lifted from its spot behind you and rubbed your back, gently nudging you closer to him.

"you don't have to rush anything, love. i'll wait for you to be ready." he assured you as he rubbed your back, leaning down to kiss your temple.

your hand reached up to touch his face gently, leaning up to reach his face as well now and kiss him. for real this time. although it was your first real kiss with him, it felt so natural and comfortable as his hand held yours, thumb rubbing over your knuckles as you both held the kiss for what felt like minutes till you had to pull away for air.

"...sorry! i should have asked before doing that-" he had a soft smile on his face as you rambled on, flustered that you had done that without even asking him beforehand.

"it's alright, i enjoyed it just as much as you did. nothing to fret over, my love." god... this man would be the death of you without even trying..

[fatkish]

REQUEST!!

I imagined a character with a quirk/ability akin to Hermes (The Messenger God) where she can manipulate any item that was invented and has speed as one of her abilities as well, considering Hermes’s versatility, I want to focus on one ability of the character which allows her to hear, speak, and plea with Greek Gods if she want’s something to happen (drawbacks for this ability is having the user in an unbreakable vow or debt to whoever god she pleads with and an unhealthy mental state due to her constantly hearing them.)

This is where my request comes in !! I was hoping you’d create an Aizawa x Reader with this quirk. Reader is a pro-hero and a new teacher at UA. Aizawa felt neutral with reader and was often uninterested with her and her religious acts (praying at random times, skepticism, irrational fear of any mention of the gods) then one day (lets say there was a training event for students which paired both Aizawa and Reader as chaperones/instructors) then all of a sudden he just sees reader rush off, her ears bleeding while muttering apologies to whoever it is she was talking to.

He spots her in a silent and empty room, for some reason, although she was alone, he could hear a second voice, certain words and sentences being spurted allowed him to connect things together (debt, waters, remind him of odysseus) which made him understand what made her act a certain way (she was talking to poseidon)

While she was silently sobbing, apologizing, covering her bleeding ears even though that doesn’t stop Poseidon’s booming voice from getting to her head, Aizawa steps in and erases her quirk to allow her some peace and quiet…

I’ll let you decide what will happen next !

Thank uuuuu <33

(Sorry, I don’t know a lot of Greek mythology so I apologize if I get anything wrong. Also, I’m going to make your OC capable of telepathy as a gift given to them by Hermes.)

Aizawa had never seen anything like you before.

You were a new Greek Pro hero who moved to Japan

You worked at UA as a foreign language teacher as well as an Advanced Opportunities Program counselor or an AOP representative (this is just something I made up for my MHA story. Basically this program is an international program that allows students to gain experience and be requested by foreign hero agencies)

You struggled to understand the cultural and social differences but you eventually understood them

You acted as a support hero for the most part. You’d normally help other heroes by utilizing your speed and telepathy to help keep them updated during massive events such as natural disasters and large scale villain attacks

You had always seemed so well put together and happy that seeing you like this was unexpected

Aizawa had walked into your office with some papers for you and found you huddled in the corner with your hands over your ears as they bled. Hearing you mumble as well as hearing a second voice he decided to erase any quirks. After he erased your quirk he sat down beside you and pulled out the first aid kit underneath your desk. He began cleaning and tending to your ears, having plenty of experience with this thanks to Hizashi.

“So, you wanna tell me who was talking to you just now?”

“I-it was P-Poseidon”

“Any particular reason why he’s talking to you”

Seeing the way you subtly squirmed and looked away, Aizawa decided it’s probably not something you wanted to talk about.

“You know, you could try to ask Power Loader if he could make some kind of device that would help with the voices, as long as it’s part of your quirk. Maybe like a quirk dampener or something?”

“I-I’ll ask, thanks”

“No problem. If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask”

After he finished cleaning your ears and bandaging them, he invited you out to drinks with him and the other teachers.

(Sorry it’s kinda short. I really struggled with this one. I hope you enjoy it)

[echo-writes-things]

Hi I’m angsty anon😛 I recently got back into the saw movies and am now hyperfixating on them after seeing saw x in theaters. Wondering if I could request a fic about the father/daughter relationship between Amanda and John? Wondering if you could write Amanda getting the shit beat out of her like how Eric beat her up and John’s reaction, what he would do, if he would clean her wounds and take care of her, etc.

YES I CAN I LOVE SAW I COULD KISS YOU ANGSTY ANON IVE BEEN SO DESPERATE FOR SAW ASKS

Psycho Family Headcannons:

Let’s be real Amanda gets into fights a lot. Not even on purpose it just follows her wherever she goes

John always patches her up and tries to make it a lesson. That classic old man “we can learn from this” fatherly advice

It’s a ritual every time they run out of bandaids Amanda gets to pick new bandaids (yes she picks princess bandaids not for herself but to make hoffman use them)

John always hates that he can’t step in and stop Amanda’s fights. He’d ask Hoffman to do it but we all know he’s go “no no I wanna see what happens”

One VERY RARE occasion Amanda had to go to Jill for help getting patched up instead of John because he was gone probably for a doctor’s appointment. It was awkward but they both appreciated the experience

John is gone a lot for doctors appointments (cancer check ups usually happen every 3-6 weeks depending on the stage at least that’s what I experienced) each time he comes back he hears Amanda getting into a fight.

Eventually he pulls the “I won’t always be here to fix you..” and she bursts into tears (see what I did there? I referenced Saw III)

One day Amanda got into a real bad fight with a victim, blood everywhere and most of it was her own.

John when full panic. “What happened?! Who did this to you? How are you feeling? Anything broken? Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”

Amanda calmed him down but he still made her sit her gay ass down so he could patch her up.

John may know some stuff about simple first aid but anything past that he’s lost. Stitches? He can barely hold his hand still. But he’ll put some gauze on it and if need be he’ll have Hoffman do it since he’d definitely know more about that sort of thing.

If she’s crying he’s wiping her tears and telling her that it’s all gonna be okay. “I’m here now. Let’s get you cleaned up”

She called him dad once when she was crying from being hurt and he had a wave of emotions. He has mixed feelings being called dad. It was meant to be for his son after all, not this homicidal maniac druggie he picked up off the street. But he lets it slide after a while and eventually gets used to it

Hoffman never makes fun of Amanda while she’s hurt but once she’s cleaned up he bullies her relentlessly

John then has to break up the fight between his two mentally unstable children, “you shouldn’t be fighting each other like this. Honestly you’re both acting like preschoolers”

John isn’t one for “treats”. He’s not gonna give someone a lollipop for not crying during their shot you feel me? So he doesn’t really give Amanda anything after he patches up her wounds. He’ll give her a pat on the back and encouraging words like “you’re strong and you’re smarter than fighting aimlessly like this.”

John is against the whole “Don’t start fights but you can finish them”. He thinks people should just walk away entirely. Silly man doesn’t realize you can’t always walk away, Amanda has tried explaining that but he won’t listen

Amanda is desperate for hugs from John. She never asks for them verbally but he can catch on when she needs one

Despite him practically being bed ridden his hugs are firm as fuck, one of those hugs where you kinda cry a little no matter who you are, just from how nice it feels

Sorry it’s not a fic! I might write an actual fic using these but I’ve had these headcannons held in my brain ever since I saw these tragic mentally ill people. I’ve got so many headcannons and theories please people send in asks for them.

[beep-beep-sunny]

Reddie week- Day 2- Occupation swap!

My daddy likes boys. I don't know why that's such a big deal. I'm not a dummy. I understand that they don't mean he likes boys just as friends like me and Hank from my class. Otherwise, mommy and daddy wouldn't have broked up. I get it. It's about in love. Like Aladdin and Jasmine. They aren't both boys, but that's okay. I'm sure there are other examples of boys I'm just not thinking of. 

Mommy already sees other boys. Daddy comes to watch me when she goes on her "dates" and we watch Bluey on TV or play hungry hungry hippos. Daddy is great at games, but I'm better because I always win. Still, daddy deserves to play games with someone he can beat. Someone he can go on "dates" with. Maybe on a magic carpet. Daddy likes cars, and that's a very cool and special kinda car. I wanna ride on one. Maybe if daddy's boyfriend has a magic carpet I can ride in the backseat and fly up high. That would be cool. That would be super cool.

I started kindergarten in the Fall. I'm in Mr. Tozier's class. He wears funny, colorful shirts and does voices that make me laugh a lot. When we learned about animals he made all the sounds. My favorite was when he made the goose sound. Mr. Tozier is the coolest.

And a boy.

And daddy likes boys.

Then I had an idea. My daddy and Mr. Tozier could be in love! That's a great perfect idea. I just needed to find a way to get daddy and Mr. Tozier to talk. When they talked they would obviously instantly fall in love because they are both awesome and fun and they both love me. It would be the greatest thing to have two daddies!! 

I started small. Daddy tells me every day that I'm brave and I decided to prove it. I made sure Mr. Tozier was close and I climbed up higher in the jungle gym than I had ever climbed. The other kids watched and some waved and giggled. By the time Mr. Tozier noticed how high I climbed and started running towards me, it was too late. I bent my knees like a frog. Mr. Tozier saying ribbit ribbit popping into my head as I hopped off the roof (where I definitely wasn't supposed to be) and fell hard onto the ground. 

Plop

I yelled and yelled and yelled some more. How was I supposed to know it would hurt THAT much. Mr. Tozier reached me quickly with his kind blue eyes twisted up in worry. "Frankie!" He yelped. "How'd you even get up there?" He was concerned, but I couldn't help but notice he also sounded impressed. This was going perfectly according to plan even though my arm hurt a whole lot. 

Mr. Tozier carried me to the nurse's office. "I'm gonna call your parents, okay? Just sit tight buddy." I made a froggy sound and his worry melted away just long enough to do an, admittedly much better, froggy sound. 

He rushed out the door. Oh no. "Call my daddy!" I shouted after him, hoping it was loud enough. My voice was usually louder, but my arm hurt too much! I waited to let my tears fall down my cheeks for after Mr. Tozier left. He probably thought I was very brave. Mr. Tozier and daddy will talk about how brave I am all day long until they fall in love. 

Daddy didn't come. Mr. Tozier must not have heard me. When I saw mommy come through the door with her arms stretched out like she was ready to clean my dirty cheek with her spit, I cringed a bit and then started crying. This time it wasn't from the pain. Well, it wasn't just from the pain. This was going to be harder than I thought. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47678521/chapters/120180805

This is just the first chapter. I'm posting snippets for reddie week, so I am mentally able to finish them all. Whichever snippets people like, I'll finish! Happy reddie week and pride month!!

[struck-by-the-rain]

haha hey you know that ask game you reblogged. what if. the prompt i gave you from it...... was all of them . grins EVILLY

UMMM!!!! TEEHEEE!!!! hi anon here's the dissertation u requested from this ask game, obviously im doing joe and sk (Ziggy) bc who else would i be able to answer 30 questions about??? i went into detail w all of these

under cut bc loooong and theres some doodles

1. What’s their love languages?

love languages are pseudoscience but as i said in a post before (and as u can see from my art and hopefully writing lmao) they're a very physically affectionate couple to me! to paraphrase my ramble from a bit ago, they're both the type of autistic person to thrive on physical touch but Joe's spent most of his life being extremely lonely and touch-starved. so I think Ziggy (whos like. a very clingy cat kinda) just loves to be rly gentle and affectionate w Joe in a way he never thought he'd ever experience or deserve. sobs a little (idk i make em v v sappy bc. comfort ship)

2. Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

i dont knowwwwwwww but if i ever end up putting tha things i wanna write/finish writing on ao3 theyd probs be tagged friends to lovers which i assume is what the question's asking? and probs also hurt/comfort kinda i guess, in both "directions" but i def think Joe has more Problems in his life than Ziggy, especially when they first meet, so it just goes that way (again, comfort ship. i project my problems onto both of them but maybe more on joe soooo)

3. Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?

Joe's a good cook I think, out of necessity (because his dad was such a terrible one) and also he takes it up as a hobby! not too sure about Ziggy, im tempted to say he sucks a bit at it n is just a bit clumsy and incompetent. 6switcher also lives with Ziggy and Joe and he's kind of like, a 3rd (platonic) member of the relationship and cooks for them all occasionally!!!

4. What’s their favorite sleeping/cuddling positions?

again they're like velcro around each other so i think they always hold each other when sleeping,, its v. comforting for both of them!!! i went thru my art tag and ive literally drawn them snoozing like 9 quintillion times and kinda similar each time,,,, the comfy cozies,,,

also really liking the hc that space kickers are kinda catlike in some ways so maybe sometimes Joe wakes up and like. his arms numb because Ziggy's curled up like a cat and is lying on it or Ziggy's sprawled out in the most bizarre sleeping position possible.

5. Who does what chores?

They have a cat (remix 9) that was also originally Joe's so he probably looks after that side of things, and as I said Joe also does the majority of the cooking I think!!! Other than that I can't really see them particularly dividing things out in a special way, maybe bc they r both autistic they have sensory hangups around certain things and the other takes charge! and again 6switcher lives w them so does some of it

6. Do they go out often or prefer to stay indoors?

When they first meet Joe is still living in the basement and they meet behind Senior's back, so they pretty much have to spend all their time out and about! which they both enjoy. When they move in together I still think they do a lot of fun things together out and about :) especially bc I imagine Ziggy's place is in the middle of a big city w lots of stuff to do!! and they also play for the same football team! but I think they're both good at looking at each other and deciding to skip a plan/social gathering

7. Who is the more romantic one?

i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwwww they are literally just. so sappy to each other. maybe I'd say Ziggy - they call Joe a bunch of really sappy petnames and gives him physical affection a loooot

8. Do they have any favorite activities to do together?

football :)))) Ziggy teaches Joe how to play, Joe teaches Ziggy to be happy w/ doing the sport for fun and not professionally (Zig had 2 retire early when he was young)! I think they also like to watch football games together (either at the stadium or on tv)!! also I think there's a market (like a night market!!) near where they live so they visit there quite often. ohhh and stargazing sniffle

9. Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

probably not - Ziggy likes 2 take really cold baths/showers while Joe likes 2 take really hot ones bc in my mind palace space kickers are adapted to colder temperatures than humans! maybe they tried a few times but it didn't work out bc they kept arguing! but I think they'd both be fans of really long fancy baths n run them for each other

10. Who drives and who picks out the music?

Ziggy drives a silly little stereotypical ufo, Joe picks out the music (usually the rockers)

11. What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

as much as Ziggy isn't a huge fan of the rockers (Joe is), "that one song" (the rockers 2 song,,, enjoy my shitty in universe name) is their song because they had their first kiss/got together as a couple at the battle of the bands!!! so that 1 ig

12. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Another hc I've thought already abt before is they have different sleep schedules, partially because they're different species! Ziggy goes to sleep later/wakes up earlier than Joe and also spends time awake in the night/napping, a bit like a cat kind of! they should maybe consider getting seperate beds but they are wayyyy too clingy w each other to consider that dfjkdjdjd. Joe's the sleepier one I think, especially before they move in w/ each other and he's overtired from training so much and probably has a bit of an unhealthy habit of denying himself sleep. he's the kind of guy to say "oh i'm fine, i'm tired but i don't need to sleep now!" and then Ziggy will play with his (remaining) hair for 2 minutes while they're watching tv together and he'll be like honk shoo honk shoo. i think in general he struggles to sleep normally but doesn't when Ziggy is there :')

13. What’s their opinions on PDA?

hypocritical,,, they both tend to be annoyed by others doing it, but are very pda-y themselves

14. Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches and compliments them?

Ziggy is a v. fashionable guy and considers buying/modifying/making clothes a hobby, and probably even gets suuuper into it and likes to do lil mock fashion shows for Joe (like walking up and down the room as if it's the catwalk).

He also likes to buy Joe clothes n stuff, at first he buys Joe kinda fancy fashion-y things (wiimix7 outfit!!!) and then learns what he acc likes to wear (rly comfy cozy sweaters n stuff).

15. Do they go on vacations together? Where is their favorite place to visit?

they visit Joe's home planet quite often because he gets homesick and also ends up with earthling family other than senior. and they probs go to the beach there too or smth :)

16. What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

Joe has a growing collection of earthling plants (part of their apartment is slowly turning into a jungle) to feel more at home, and they love looking after them together, and Ziggy loves to listen to Joe talk about the different plants and how he's making sure they're all happy!!!

17. What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

very cliche but they cuddle up (under a blanket if its cold) and watch TV every night until one of them (usually Joe) starts falling asleep... Usually things like football games or like, shows/movies from their respective planets which they feel is important to introduce the other to. idk its just a mega important part of their routine to both of them :)

18. What does a date night out look like for them?

uhhhhhh idk Ziggy takes fuckin forever to get ready and pick an outfit and stuff a lot of the time! I think they live in a big city on Ziggy's planet w a lot of stuff to do so they have p varied date nights,,, stuff like going for nice dinners or concerts or watching the space/cosmic dance together! but tbf i think their fav date nights r like,, just stargazing together on a quiet hillside or something. i think if they're at a concert or a restaurant or whatever they often end up stargazing together anyway bc they both get overwhelmed easily n go and sit outside to chill for a bit

19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

when Joe was still living in the basement, letters! they communicated mainly by post during that period of their relationship and I think they'd just,,, include little inside jokes or send each other little heart candies n stuff. when theyre together i think theyd do things like subtly holding/touching hands or one holding on to the others coat or whatever,,, like idk theyre just always holding on to each other whether subtly or not

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Ziggy steals all of Joe's sweaters, even the ones he buys for Joe as a gift, bc they're oversized and really comfy and just like,,, feel like a big hug to him!!! Joe also lends him a pink rockers t-shirt one day so they can match at the battle of the bands and it becomes Ziggy's fav pyjamas! idk if Joe steals any of Ziggy's extensive wardrobe bc a lot of it isn't his style, though i could see him taking a liking to Ziggy's scarves :)

21. Which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?

6switcher basically bullies them 24/7, and Ziggy likes to playfully make fun of Joe for getting super flustered, often after doing something intentionally to make him flustered

22. How do they apologize after arguments?

I think Joe overapologises and overexplains a lot (now im thinkin Ziggy would do the same as well. but especially Joe), but he'd also default to baking something for them. I think Ziggy would just come and wrap their arms around Joe after they've had an argument

23. Do they like pick up lines?

They both see pick up lines as kind of cringe and would use them as a joke/bit! I think they both don't get why anyone would use those kind of things unironically

24. What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner(s)? What are their favorite types of kisses?

Zig likes to kiss Joe all over,,, but their fave is the very tip of Joe's nose, like it just makes him completely melt every time. I like to draw/imagine them also kissing him on the forehead n cheeks a lot. I hc space kickers as having patterns on their skin, I think Joe finds Ziggy's really really pretty so he likes kissing each of the lil spots and stuff on his shoulders and arms and stuff sniffle... ye

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting?

When they first meet and are long distance they both dream of living like,, anywhere together. I think they're pretty happy in Ziggy's little apartment, but eventually I imagine them moving to Joe's planet (because he missed it a lot) in a lil house and maybe running a kids football academy or smth! Idk exaactly what the interior decor is like but probs like,, cozy and full of plants n sunlight (projecting my dream home dreams onto them lmfao)

26. Do they have any pets or kids?

They have a cat and a fuck tonne of plants

27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

im so unsure of which 1 would propose to the point where im considering the sappy gay relationship trope where they both propose at the same time!!! Whoever proposes, I think they'd do it outside live house ogu where they had their first kiss for sentimental reasons... I think Joe especially would want to get married bcs he has like,, no family or anything after running away from the basement (before he reunites w his mum), and he'd see getting married as a big part of leaving his past behind him and also becoming part of Ziggy's family! I think their wedding would have a mix of both earthling and sk traditions (whatever they are), space gramps would officiate it, 6switcher would be the best man and idk. gay space marriage (old art below)

28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

before they live together i think they know where each others planets in the night sky are and they look out for them every night, and probably also swap clothes so they can feel closer to each other! Joe has an old film camera that his dad stored in the basement and he takes pictures of em as lil mementos :)

29. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

They spend a lot of time deliberating about whether to move back to Joe's home planet and maybe disagreeing on that! Joe misses it sometimes and has family/friends there, while Ziggy's job/football team/friends/family are on their planet. They compromise by makin lots of visits before/after they move I think, idk. I also think they never agree on like, how hot the room should be bc theyre adapted to diff temperatures lol

30. Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!

im SOOOO normal about them they make me ILL!!!! and ive learned like 90000000 art things just to draw better pics of them!!!!!!! and they bring me so much genuine comfort!!!!!!! as an extra thing I think they'd speak mix of each other's languages to each other

thanks for reading this far and thank you anon for enabling me

[lythea-creation]

Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: none

word count: 1.186

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When I woke up in the morning I immediately noticed that the space next to me was empty. Apparently Shams had already left.

I was torn between the urge to look for her and the urge to take a shower first. Considering how dirty I was feeling I decided for a shower and got dressed in some of Shams' clothes, hoping that she would not be mad. I was not too eager to get back in uniform.

When I left her room and moved upstairs I could already hear some chatting and laughing, followed by a delicious smell.

Shams and Omar where sitting at the kitchen table while an unfamiliar woman, most likely their mom, was making breakfast.

Shams flashed me a smile as soon as she saw me, leading her brother to raise an eyebrow.

“I didn't know you could smile”, he teased her, a big grin planted on his face.

“Oh, shut up!”, she demanded and slapped his shoulder.

“Good morning, (f/n). Shams already told me that you're here. I'm Nayan. Nice to have you here”, she greeted me.

“Thanks”, I replied, suddenly feeling shy.

It should not be a big deal. After all she was just a mom of a friend. But after last night Shams' and my relationship was somehow feeling more intimate than that of a casual friend.

“I already thought you'd miss breakfast”, Shams proposed. “Didn't wanna wake you up though.”

I sat down next to her as Omar was sitting across from her, while sending her a small smile as a reply.

“Oh, by the way, (f/n). Ali told me that he wanted to message you, but that he didn't have your number. Do you mind?”, Omar wondered.

For a second Shams' face fell, but she quickly hid it again. Maybe I had just imagined it.

“Nah. I don't have insta or tiktok. But Shams can give you my number. Although you can tell him right away that I'm not interested in any more than friendship”, I declared.

“Alright. I'll tell him”, he assured me.

“So what are you all up to today?”, Nayan inquired as she placed all the food on the table.

“This looks delicious. Thank you”, I proclaimed.

“It's nothing really”, she brushed it off.

I could not even remember the last time my mom had made breakfast for me. So it kinda was a big deal.

“I'm gonna study and later meet up with the guys”, Omar announced while digging into breakfast.

“Do you wanna hang out today?”, Shams asked me.

“Sure. I'll text my mom, if you can get me a charger. My phone died on me”, I pointed out.

We all continued talking during breakfast and afterwards cleaned everything up together. To my surprise I enjoyed doing chores for once. It was a whole different thing when you were spending time together while doing it.

“So what do you wanna do?”, Shams questioned back in her room.

My phone was already charging by now.

“Let's finish the school project first. So we won't have to think about that anymore. Then we can do something fun”, I suggested.

Knowing that we would hang out after finishing was a great motivator for me, leading to seemingly endless concentration.

After one more hour we were finally done with the project, putting everything away contently.

“I'm beat”, Shams declared. “How about some video games?”

“Oh yeah”, I agreed excited. “What do you have?”

We settled on a car racing game. Shams was incredibly good at it.

“Finished”, she announced once again.

“How do you do that so fast?”, I complained.

“Not that hard”, she claimed, a teasing grin on her face.

I should have kept my eyes on the road because I ended up crashing my car, thanks to looking at her.

“You should probably practice some more though”, she suggested, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Yeah, I get it! I'm just a hopeless case”, I half-joked.

“How about some other game then?”, Shams questioned.

But no matter how many games we tried, Shams always won. No matter how hard I tried and how relaxed she appeared.

“So what is it with you and Ali?”, Shams asked casually.

“We just talked at Omar's party. That's all”, I brushed it off. “Why?”

“Just curious”, she claimed.

Suddenly my phone started ringing, ripping me out of the flow of the game. Of course it had to be now out of all times when I was finally getting the upper hand for once.

I put my controller aside and hurried over to my phone to accept the call.

“Hey, mom”, I greeted her.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, (f/n). But could you come home and help me with the garden, please? Tasmana is on vacation, remember? And you know I always ruin the garden. It already looks horrendous. It can't wait any longer”, she ranted.

“Okay, mom. Calm down. It's alright. Can you pick me up though?”, I requested.

“Of course! I'll be right there”, she declared and hung up.

I sighed. “I gotta head out”, I enlightened Shams.

Her smile quickly fell. “Oh, okay.”

“I'll bring your clothes to school if that's alright”, I suggested, already grabbing my backpack.

“Sure. I'll accompany you to the door”, she remarked.

I said goodbye to Nayan on the way out. Omar was probably in his room as I did not see him anywhere around.

Shams followed me outside, waiting with me for my mom.

“Shams”, I called out her name, taking a deep breath to gather my courage. “Thank you for last night. You know … comforting me like that. Nobody's ever done that and you were there for me so many times already. I still feel like a jerk for treating you so badly before. You really deserve better.”

Her dark eyes met mine. “I didn't do that much. And you changed and apologized. There's nothing more you can do. So apology accepted”, she noted.

As none of us was breaking eye-contact, we were simply staring at each other.

The space between us was shrinking as my heart was bumping against my chest.

The vibration in my pocked startled me so much that I literally jumped backwards, almost falling over in the process.

“I'm here. Are you coming out?”, my mom wondered.

She could not see us because the gate was closed.

“On my way”, I promised and hung up again.

“See you at school then”, Shams stated.

I nodded and sent her a quick smile followed by a short “bye” before heading to the car.

I had not imagined the tension between us, right?

“Hey”, my mom greeted me once again. “Are you okay? Your face is really red. Are you getting a fever?”

“I'm fine”, I mumbled, my head full of questions.

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Last Chapter

Finally the next chapter! I hope it was worth the wait. Just so you know, your messages are the reason I'm posting this already. If you hadn't texted me, the chapter wouldn't be ready rn. So if you like to read something, writing comments, messages and asks is the best way to get it asap. And I'm always happy when you tell me that you enjoy my stories.

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MY POKEMON BRAINCELLS HAVE BEEN REACTIVATED!!!!!! i kinda wanna open trainersona + pokemon team comms but i still gotta finish my current queue shjkdfg n i would be posting this on my art acc but i made the draft in my main so :((

also watch me ramble about my dream team under the cut

alRIGHT YOU CLICKED THE READ MORE AND YOU’RE IN FOR A WORLD OF WORDS BABEY!!! let’s start w my trainer sona yeah? :]

enterr Sploo from Petalburg city! :D he/they. our trainer starts out in petalburg city of hoenn where his pokemon adventure begins! since the professor’s lab is just a few town away it doesn’t take much for them to get his hands on his starter pokemon treecko! the babey boy ;; he catches lotsa pokemon to fill out the dex, sometimes keeping them on his team, and other times letting them go. he doesn’t like having the pokemon all crammed in the pc boxes :( some pokemon stay for a few battles and others maybe a few days, but things change after defeating his first gym. he meets an electrike at route 110 under the seaside cycling road, she’s just a lil puppyyy a lil babeeeyyy ;;;; super fun playful lil guys sticks around the team! -w- after his fourth gym badge his parents give him a gift pokemon for making it halfway through the gym challenge! a klefki! :3 a tame n helpful lil guys who just enjoys holding keys -w- sploo then continues on to complete two more gyms before his family moves to alola.

now on the boat to alola with grovyle, manectric and klefki sploo kinda just stays by the side of the boat watching the waves go by -w- also trying not to get too seasick shjkdfgl a lone shiny fletchling perches by them and he tries real hard to keep the excitement in and offers the fletchling some sunflower seeds! and asks if the fletchling would like the join their team! i mean who wouldn’t wanna pass up the opportunity of having a shiny pokemon on their team? after docking at akala island sploo travels around and catches some more pokemon to register to the dex, releasing them after as usual. then upon exploring diglett’s tunnel he finds a cover fossil! after cleaning up the rocks and dirt off the fossil spectrobes origins wii style he brings it to the fossil restoration center just along the route and meets the fifth member of his team :] and finally the sixth member of the team! a jangmo-o found in poni canyon, sploo came across the jangmo-o with its head scale stuck in the branches of a fallen tree. he freed the jangmo-o and excpected it to run back to its herd but it kept challenging them for a battle. after a long fight the jangmo-o is worn out, and sploo helps it back up on its feet with some potions and a plate of oran berries. sploo sets up a little picnic in the canyon! :3 helping nurse the jangmo-o back to health -w- the lil dragon sneaks into sploo’s bag and brings out a pokeball in its maw, determination in its eyes. and that’s how the team get together! :D but if u think i am done u are soo wrong sjhkjdfgd now i’m gonna go more in depth with each team member >:]

let’s start with mister! the sceptile -w- he is a grass/dragon type even without the mega evolution bc we were robbed and it’s not fair that swampert and blaziken get double typings while sceptile stays just grass >:[ chill and laid back, my baby boy ;; starter pokemon! he has a sceptilite in the friendship bracelet sploo made for him! :3 when walking through forests and jungles and very tree dense areas he’s always out of his pokeball darting around through the trees while sploo walks through -w- sometimes sploo stops for a lil break so sceptile can take care of sick trees in the forets! when having picnics out in the wild he can be found sitting and photosynthesizing when not playing around the trees. and since sceptiles are cold blooded mister stays in his pokeball when travelling through colder icy areas and he also enjoys having flynt resting atop his head or nesting in his tail leaves -w-

next up is storm! the manectric! a playful steadfast and loyal companion -w- she likes being out of her pokeball a lot and walks with sploo through towns n stuff. she has the manectite embeded in her collar :3 and also sploo charges his phone, pokedex and pokenav+ by just stuffing the charger cable in her mane jshkdfg sploo keeps a pair of sturdy rubber gloves in his bag bc of her :P

steele! the klefki. a very mild mannered pokemon -w- the one who’s always out of its pokeball! other than holding sploo’s house keys it also holds his multitools! since they’re also made of metal and has more mass than keys it has more metal ions for klefki to feed on -w- sometimes sploo will punch holes in bottlecaps of drinks so steele can have more metal to feed on and to enhance its threatening jingle :] steele enjoys playing around with flynt a lot! flynt n steele ;-; they fly around a lot but don’t stray too far from sploo -w- steele does not participate in battles unless it’s to use fairy lock on a wild pokemon that sploo wants to catch

then there’s flynt! :D my shiny!!! >< flynt perches on sploo’s shoulder when travelling through frigid area to keep him warm ;-; also flynt uses fly to deliver handwritten letters to sploo’s friends! :D it lets flynt fly free and enjoy the wind when the pokeball starts feeling cramped -w- flynt finds an everstone as a fletchinder and starts sitting on it like an egg and gets really attached (like that eagle that’s sitting on a rock jshkdfg) so she just holds the everstone now :P

koopa! the tirtouga -w- a bit hard headed, koopa needs a while to warm up to new trainers. he was a bit hard headed to train but after a while things went more smoothly :] koopa loooves the beachside! :D he knows dive and surff and helps sploo travel through water terrain! it’s a lot like how koopa shells worked in super mario galaxy where you hold on to a shell and it propels you through the water :3 stays in his pokeball most of the time unless it’s by the beachside or lake or any body of water

and last but not least rookie! the jangmo-o, a trusty and honorable battler! >:D much like ash's riolu from pokemon journeys! it takes a bit for the rookie to get used to the feeling of the chip in his head scale. but sooner or later rookie gets the hang of it -w- rookie loves getting to battle, but since sploo is a casual trainer and more focused on completing the dex and dragon types need more battling than usual to evolve dragon types rookie just stays as a jangmo-o :c not that he minds but yeagh

mister, storm, and rookie are the ones usually out for battles, flynt and koopa sometimes come out for battle too either when they get the urge or when they’re needed for certain type matchups! okay thank you for reading about my silly little guys they mean a lot to me and means a lot that you’d wanna read about them ;-;

[marvel-lous3000]

Complex Love

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL !

Merry Christmas everyone! So I thought to give a Christmas gift to everyone who sees my post. And this is my fanfic, actually series on Gabenath. And again I wanna say

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE !

OMG I'm screaming!

Summary: Gabriel has stopped being Hawkmoth and is slowly falling for Nathalie. He is trying to be more close to her while at the same time she is trying to be more away from Gabriel.

But why?

What is stopping her from being closer to him?

Didn't she want a happy life with Gabriel as her husband?

Warnings: Blood (maybe), grammatical errors

Pairing: Gabriel X Nathalie

A/N- This is my first time posting a fanfiction on Tumblr so there maybe many mistakes but please don't mind 😁.

You don't have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work.

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Nathalie told Gabriel that Adrien is Cat Noir- Is where it all started.

And now if we come to the present then Gabriel has stopped being Hawkmoth and trying to be better father. And......... ( keep reading you will know )

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It was a normal day at the Agreste Mansion in the morning. Gabriel and Nathalie was in the office doing business work. And Adrien was in his school.

It was 11am. Gabriel was deep into his work yet sometimes looking at Nathalie and Nathalie was also deep into her work when suddenly something round like a ball hit the glass window, towards Nathalie. But Nathalie caught the ball (for now just say it "ball") in maybe a nano-second and thew it again back outside. The ball went through the same hole, no other piece of glass broke, not even a little bit. It happened in just a second.

When Gabriel heard the noise of the window breaking he quickly looked up. But his "quickly looking up" was also not as fast as what Nathalie did. He just saw the glass window broken. Nathalie looked at Gabriel and said "umm let me just check what happened". And as she said she went out of the office not letting Gabriel to say anything. He let out a sign and went out of the office to see what happened outside. And the same thing as always...... another villian.

Then he heard someone saying or I would say shout as she was actually far "Get inside it's not safe outside!". He knew this voice, the voice of the person he loves so much other than Nathalie.

He went inside and called Nathalie from his mobilephone. She picked up, "Umm actually I'm kinda stuck in this umm super-villian and super-hero fight" he heard shouting in the background. "Are you safe? Did you get hurt? Where are you?" He said worriedly. "I can't answer you this many questions at this point of time so I am just saying she took us to a safe place" she answered and end the call.

"sh*t" he said. This has actually happened many times that she is stuck in the super-villian and super-hero fight. In the first time, Gabriel ran to Nathalie and then he was himself stuck. After sometime when the fight was finished, Nathalie was able to get out. She then herself took Gabriel out. When they reached the mansion Nathalie scolded him for getting out of the house like she is his mother.

So back to the present, after some minutes the fight ended. Everybody thanked god as they were safe. They also thanked the saviour of all these. She was saving the whole world alone after Ladybug and Chat Noir. She worked tirelessly and fought against the super-villians day and night.

And back to Nathalie, she went to the mansion. "Seriously who told you to run outside" Gabriel said as she entered. "I didn't ran outside, the super-villian caught me and thew me outside but thankfully she was there to save me" "And another thank you to you for not sticking yourself in danger" She added.

After a bit of argument (caring type of), Gabriel helped Nathalie in cleaning her wounds. After that they were again cold as usual, working.

Now time skip to the dinner table. Gabriel, Adrien and Nathalie eat together. Nathalie was the one who told them to do so 'eat dinner together (father and son)'. They agreed and also they didn't need to worry about the miraculous as they both had given it to Master Fu. They were happy that all these miraculous things have ended. She was trying her best to bond the broken hearts of the father and son. After sometime they also requested Nathalie to eat with them. They had maybe told it thousand times but Nathalie denied all time. But how could she say no to her precious emerald-green eyes (Adrien). So now they are eating together as a family.

Gabriel and Adrien observed that Nathalie was in her own world thinking about something. She didn't ate a single food, she was only thinking for the past five minutes. Then Adrien started "Nathalie why aren't you eating something, you are just thinking for the past five minutes." But he didn't get any reply. "Nathalie" he again called her but still no reply. "NATHALIE!" he now shouted. "W-what?" she now replyed, getting her head down to earth. "What were you thinking Nathalie? I was calling you for the past three minutes" The blond boy asked. "Umm nothing" she said and quickly are everything in maybe 2 minutes. After washing her hands she went to the office to complete rest of her work. "Father, do you know what has happened to Nathalie? She is acting different." the son asked. "Actually I also observed Nathalie. She is acting different from the past weeks." Gabriel answered. "I think we should check her if she is-" before he could complete his sentence, they heard the wall behind them broke.

A large pink ugly moster came, breking the mansion. But before the moster or you can say the villian could hurt any of the boys. Again their saviour came. She took both of them to a safe place. While saving them she got a deep scar in her arm.

"But Nathalie" Gabriel said "she is still in the mansion." Adrien completed, they both were worried. "She is safe" the saviour said and went back to the battle ground.

After some minutes, the fight was still going on. The monster pushed a train to the wrong track which lead to a ............ . Then... (watch these two video)

These videos do not belong to me.

(So just think spider man as the saviour and this is what happened)

The saviour was scared that is they would tell everyone her identity. But thankfully they theirself said that they would not tell anyone her identity. She was feeling utterly dizzy after it.

After that though it was difficult from the others villians, she won. Everyone didn't had that much hope in this but yes they won.

Everyone was safe in their houses now. The Agrestes also went back to their mansion. The first thing they did when they went inside their mansion was to find Nathalie. She was already in her room. When they found her they gave her a big hug.

"Your'e safe!" The three said at the same time and laughed.

Nathalie ordered Adrien to go to bed and then went downstairs to the office. Gabriel followed her. By that time she was sitting on her chair. "What are you doing?" suddenly a voice came. Nathalie looked up to see who was he. "Umm working" she replyed as she recognised the face. "At 11pm?" Gabriel said, "just completing the schedule" he heard her answer. "Go to bed" he told her. "I"ll complete the the schedule and go" she answered. Gabriel signed and said "It's an order". Nathalie ignored him and continued working.

Suddenly she felt that someone picked her up in the bridal style. "Put me down Gabriel!" she said shocked. "Not until I reach your bed" he smirked. Nathalie knew there's no point on arguing so stayed quite. Gabriel out her gently on her bed. "Thank you" he heard her say. "It's my job" Gabriel said. They both giggled.

"Good Night" Nathalie said. "Good night" he heard him reply back as he left her room.

But she didn't heard the whole thing he said, he said "Good night my dear".

But one thing they both didn't saw was 'Adrien was seeing all these'

To be continued ->

TRY NEW!

Try new is an activity where if you want to you can participate. In here you just (if you want) need to complete the work which will be told every time at the end of the story. This will be then kept in this story and with obviously the name of the artist.

So today's 'try new!' is to make a fanart on "Gabriel, Adrien and Nathalie hugging eachother, smiling".

But keep in mind it should not be copied or anything else like that. If you have done one then send it to me through message. It should be send before the next part comes, I will sent a reminder one day before.

[litcest]

illicit affairs

Word Count: 2671

Pairing: Father x Daughter (Dave x Nora; yes, I gave "Daddy" a name)

Rating: Mature 

Synopsis: Now that Nora has the man of her dreams, she realises that the situation is much more complicated she had anticipated. Can a relationship survive in secret?

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my story tolerate it. It's kinda sad. I hope to return to these characters and give them a happy ending. But who knows when it'll happen.

Also available on AO3

"I'm going for a run, wanna come?", I asked Jack as he passed by my bedroom on his way downstairs. 

He stopped on his tracks and frowned, poking his head into my room and raising his eyebrow. "Since when do you run?"

I shrugged as I finished lacing my shoes. "It's good for my health."

"Yeah, but, Nora, you hate sports. When did you even buy all this stuff?", my brother gestured at my outfit, which consisted of a tight crop top, booty shorts, a hooded polyester jacket and running shoes, all in black. "Are you planning on becoming a spy or something?"

I pulled the hood up to hide the red in my cheeks. "I'm just going for a run, okay? And I thought you might want to join, but forget it." I brushed past him and quickly walked down stairs. "I'll be back in two hours or something."

"Have fun, I guess", he replied without much interest.

I left the house and began to run - slowly, as Jack had been right, I wasn't the type to do physical exercise. The houses turned into shops as I left the neighbourhood, heading towards our meeting spot: the parking lot of an abandoned Target. How romantic, I thought bitterly. This hadn't been what I had pictured when our affair started, but after that first night in his bedroom, my dad had never touched me again in our house.

"It's too risky, baby, we can't have Jack finding you", Daddy had told me. And so we had taken on meeting all over the town, kissing in the car and having sex in old motels where no one would recognize us. I didn't like this whole hiding thing, a secret affair with clandestine meetings. I had wanted dinner dates and holding hands, but the most we could do in public was longing stares.

The bitterness melted away when I spotted the red car already parked and waiting. At least I have him, I comforted myself, one day, it'll get better, but this is how it has to be right now. One day when Jack went to college. One day when we moved to another town… That was what he kept promising. "I love you, baby, we just have to wait."

"Hi, Daddy", I said cheerfully as I opened the car's side door.

He glanced up from his phone and smiled, looking at me with those deep brown eyes that could make anyone fall in love. I slid into the passenger's seat and he planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I missed you", he whispered into my ear, making my heart melt. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him close to my chest.

"I missed you more."

* * *

His touch lingered on my skin as I made my way back home. I could smell his cologne, the musky scent stuck in my nose. I had five more hours of waiting around at home before Daddy came back from work. And then I would have to pretend to be his perfect little daughter, put on an act for Jack's observing eyes.

I spent the time doing house chores: cleaning, washing, dusting, cooking dinner. Keeping myself busy to avoid thinking of how much I missed him. I hated the thought of him in his office, chatting with Inez and the other co-workers. He told me they were only friends, but I knew that, at least from her side, there were some romantic feelings lingering under the surface. I feared that, if they spent enough time together, Daddy might fall for her. Maybe he would decide he liked her more than he liked me and then I would lose everything to that well-manicured whore.

Enough, Nora, I told myself, shaking away the idea of Daddy ever cheating me. But it was useless, if I stayed idle for just one minute, the images of him kissing her full lips would creep back into my mind. And so I found task after task, dusting shelves that were already spotless and polishing silverware we never used.

"You alright?" Jack asked from his room when, for the third time that afternoon, I vacuumed the corridor that led to our bedrooms.

I pulled the plug, ceasing that awful loud noise and stared at my brother. While my face was basically a reflection of my mother's, Jack had looked nothing like our parents. It was as if someone had taken the pieces of our mom and our dad and assembled into something fully new, with dark brown eyes and slick black hair, a pointed nose and prominent jawline. Few people would guess we were siblings.

"I'm just cleaning the house and waiting for Daddy to return," I let out a deep sigh. "Like I always do. Every day."

There was a ruffling sound as he got up from his chair and came up to me. "See, Nora, that's your problem: since you graduated, you have done nothing for yourself. You became Dave's housekeeper."

I pursed my lips. I hated when he referred to our father by his first name. "I stay home to keep you company! I can't go to college and leave you alone."

"I don't need a babysitter, for god's sake, Nora, I'm turning seventeen in a few months, I can take care of myself. We both know the reason you stayed behind was because of father."

I squinted, suddenly scared that my brother knew what me and Daddy had been up to. "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing", he shrugged and then turned back to return to his computer. "Just, you should get a hobby or something."

Maybe he was right, maybe I needed a hobby. But above all else, I needed Daddy to look at me the same way he had almost eight months ago, when we shared our first kiss.

* * *

The idea came to me while I organised the master bedroom's bathroom cabinet. When Mum disappeared just over six years ago, most of her stuff went missing alongside her, so as I cleaned out empty bottles of shampoo and shaving cream, I was surprised to find a dusty bottle of Mum's old perfume, Acqua di Gioia. Daddy used to truly love the scent, often telling her it was his favourite smell in the world. That's when it occurred to me, that maybe if I smelled like her, he would want me more.

I wasn't stupid. I remembered how I had been wearing one of her old shirts the night he finally reciprocated my feelings, how I had fixed my hair in the same way she used to. Maybe this can reignite our romance.

It was an expensive perfume, but the little money saved from some tutoring jobs I had here and there was enough to cover the costs. The bottle arrived at my front door step in a small cardboard box, holding all my hopes.

For the past three days, Daddy had been too busy at work for our lunch meetings and, since he had been working late hours, I hadn't seen him much in the house either. I was left without a father or a lover. I felt lonely. Jack hadn't lied the other day. He was almost a grown up now and didn't need his older sister all the time. The Friday after the perfume arrived, he would be going to a party at one of his friend's houses. 

I hadn't planned for that, but I gave a huge smile when he told me he had been invited. He was unwittingly helping me to restore our family. I needed Daddy to love me as a wife, so we could be a complete household again.

"Hey, Jack!" I called out as he passed by his door. He stood in the mirror, trying to arrange his snapback cap in a way that made him look cool.

"Sup?" 

"Have fun tonight, okay? And don't worry about coming home too late; Daddy and I will be fine."

His lips curled upwards, in a knowing smirk that sent chills down my spine. "Yeah, I'm sure you will."

I tried to shake away the feeling of uneasiness. "Just make sure to not drink too much, okay?"

He nodded along, but I could tell he wouldn't be listening to my advice. I had met guys like Jack, who think the rules should bend just for them. He would do as he pleased that night. But, then again, so would I. 

As night fell, I peeked through the curtains, watching Jack walk down the driveway. I held my breath until his figure disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the shadows. Then, the house was mine to plan. If Daddy kept the same schedule he had the rest of the week, I had at least two more hours for him to arrive, time enough to do what I needed.

I bathed, letting the water carry away the sweat and dust from the day. After patting myself dry, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked over to my bedroom, where the red bralette I had chosen to wear was already set aside, along with its matching lace panties. Once dressed, I took care of the tangled mass of auburn curls that was my hair, which even wet refused to cooperate, each strand a stubborn snarl clinging to its neighbours and meeting my brush with stubborn defiance. I worked through the knots, each stroke bringing a sense of order and purpose to the chaos in my head. As the curls fell into place, cascading around my shoulders like a fiery waterfall, the transformation was almost complete.

It was the determination in my eyes that, above anything, made me look so much like Mum. I practised a seductive smile in the mirror, but it felt foolish. What if it wasn't enough? What if that inkling in my brain had been right and, instead of working late, he was actually in bed with Inez or some other cheap whore?

"Fuck!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the empty house. Fighting back tears, I got up to set the scene in his room. Candles, ambiance music, rose petals. I set up the whole scene, making it as perfect as it could be. In the dim light, I looked irresistible.

 My heart beat heavily in my chest, each thud echoing the seconds that ticked by as I awaited my father's arrival. Finally, a car's headlights appeared around the corner, and my heart skipped a beat. As it approached our house, I recognized the familiar shape of my father's car. Relief washed over me, mingling with an undercurrent of anxiety.

I rushed back to the bathroom for the final touch. Picking the perfume from the shelf I had half hidden it in, I dabbed the cologne onto my wrists, the base of my throat, and behind my ears.

The beeping sound of the car locking cut through the silence of the night, followed by footsteps on the gravel path outside the house. I laid seductively on his bed, propping myself on my elbows and waited for him to open the bedroom door.

"Nora?" his voice called from the entryway, probably finding it strange that I wasn't by the door to greet him. I stayed quiet, suppressing a giggle and feeling a bit like a kid playing hide-and-seek. His footsteps continued up the stairs. "Kiddo, are you home?"

The door handle was pushed down and the door swinged inward. Daddy's eyes fell upon me. He stopped in the doorway, dazzled by the sight before him.

"Hi, Daddy", I said meekly, pushing my chest forward to showcase my boobs, whose natural size had been enhanced with the help of some padding.

Finally coming out of his stupor, Daddy came forth, his face twisted in a frown. "Nora, what are you doing? I told you that we couldn't -"

"Relax", I interrupted him, already knowing what he would say. "Jack's gone for the night, so I thought we could spend some time together."

His lips formed a smile and sat on the bed near me, his eyes fixated on my exposed skin. "Oh right, the party! I totally forgot."

I pouted and shifted so I was sitting half behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly massaging the muscles. "You're working too much. You need to relax more", I leaned so my lips brushed against his ears before continuing, "with me."

He took a deep breath and his eyelids fluttered. I was sure Daddy would take me right then and there. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and he got up, pushing himself away from me. "Why are you using Teresa's perfume?" 

"Mum doesn't own a scent", I tried to sound unbothered, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I hated that he seemed almost mad at me. "Besides, I thought you loved it", I added with a shrug.

Daddy shook his head and crouched, so his face was levelled with mine. Gently, he took my hands into his. "Nora, my dear, what are you trying to do with all this?" he gestured around the room as he asked.

I blushed. I clearly had gone way too over the top.

"It's just… I missed you, okay?" I blurted out the words before I lost my courage. "When we started dating, it was magic, and now I can't even wear lipstick because it leaves a trace when I kiss you! You don't take me out in public, you don't spend time with me at home. It's like I don't even exist anymore in your world."

He let go of my left hand so he could brush my cheek. "Nora…"

"No!" I screamed, no longer just sad, but also angry at him. A hundred times before I had believed his promises and been let down, it wouldn't work again. "Spare yours words, Daddy, we both know you talk a big deal, but it amounts to nothing." I pushed myself off the bed, fully intent on stomping out of the room and hoping he wouldn't let me.

"Come one, baby, I know I screwed up", he tried to reason. His hand made motion to grab by arm, but then retreated, his touch never arriving. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry."

I pivoted on my feet, feeling very conflicted. "I want you, Daddy, as a husband, as a lover. I don't know how else to show you how much I need you."

An ugly whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it. I closed the distance between us and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I need you too, baby, but it's complicated. We have a lot to lose if the truth of our relationship ever gets out, it could ruin me. The cops would tear us apart, I would go to jail and Jack to the foster system."

By then, I was full-blown crying, my sobs so loud they muffled any sound coming from outside the room. "You call me 'baby' like I'm your girlfriend. You call me 'kid' like I'm your daughter! Make up your goddamn mind! All that I know is that everyone else would pale in comparison to you." Tears rolled down my cheeks and there was a wet spot on his shirt from where I had blown my nose. My beautiful night had turned into a godforsaken mess. "I feel like a fool by the way you lead me on. Please, Daddy, please, let's just… I don't know, run away and be together. Move somewhere new, tell everyone we are husband and wife."

He patted my hair. Somewhere else in the house, a door slammed shut, which I credited to the wind. His silence was worrying me. Finally, I raised my face to look at him. His eyes gleamed with tears in solidarity with my pain. He wiped my cheeks clean with his sleeve, his head hovering just above mine

"For you, I would ruin myself a million little times."

His lips met mine and I melted into the kiss. 

[dreamingorbeeing]

So I seem to have missed Cavendish day here is a little fanfic (which I hope is readable) to apologize :

Impressions Part 1

"I can't believe that we are more successful cleaning houses in the Renaissance than protecting pistachios " Balthazar Cavendish and Vinnie Dakota were strolling along the Danville park,

reconciling after their recent mission.

" yeah... but it was kinda good we failed? Nut jobber-dominated future and all? "

" I suppose so " cavendish answered still lost in thoughts.

" but still, it's frustrating to fail as of some unpredictable hazzard, forced upon us by murphy's law ."

"yeah, hey let's ask milo but a little crash course on managing murphy's law. Or wait! Maybe he has some relatives in the future who would join us" The Italian joked

cavendish gave a skeptical look ": I don't know, a little briefing by milo is surely advised but a new partner?

I'm rather content, with the two of us. "

"you are?" Dakota crocked, looking up.

"Granted we didn't quite got along at first, which had me rather concerned about our carrier's future and yes there still is room for improvement.

But when the situation calls for it, we make quite a good team. "

Dakota couldn't help but flash a bright smile. Happy at his partner's conclusion.

Since it was still early they decided to stay in the park. They walked by some snack stands, before seating themselves on a nearby bench.

" you know it's amusing actually," cavendish continued after a few minutes of silence, "if you didn't hijack my car that day, we would have never even met ..  "

While cavendish stroked his chin thinking

Dakota relaxed into the bench, feet stretched out in front of him. He chuckled not knowing how he deserved cavendish in such a good mood.

" well what do you know, paid off listening to my gut" the Italian placed one hand on his stomach.

cavendish however seemed more confused by this answer.

"your gut ?"

" well yeah speaking of which. " Dakota said looking around the park until his eyes locked on a food stand. "I could use a little snack"

"We just had breakfast " Cavendish declared with a serious eyeroll.

Dakota shrugged and got up, digging through his pockets for cash.

"My gut says otherwise"

"So that's how you make all your major decisions? By following some random feelings of your gastrointestinal organs. " cavendish had crossed his arms and looked at Dakota with angry eyes.

"Oh come on, you just admitted that that's why we met in the first place " the other one teased

"Oh how lovely to know we're only partners thanks to your gluttonous desires. "

Dakota was starting to get annoyed by his partner.

For Cavendish mood - swings were somewhat normal. And while Dakota could normally ignore him going on about his eating habits, today he had a hard time just shrugging it of. Especially with Cavendish so happy before, it just didn't fit. Dakota had a feeling that this wasn't just about his need for food.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a still rambling cavendish.

" one imagine I decided to bring tea instead of a Lolli.

Maybe I should pin one to our objectives, seeing how it's the one thing to catch your attention. "

The brit finished, arms and legs crossed. He almost looked like a pounding child thought the Italian.

Then it suddenly hit Vinnie.

So that was cavendish's problem. He should have guessed. it seemed that he had misjudged his partner. He was better at hiding his emotions than Vinnie thought.

" Cav if there's something you wanna know you can just ask" the Italian calmly stated seating him next to cavendish again. "you know?" He added looking his partner in the eyes.

Cavendish looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. Instead, he turned his head forward to the lake in front of the bench.

"I m afraid I can't follow." was his only response

What has this to do with cav day? will I be able to make a satisfying continuation (I really wrote myself in a corner🙈)

Also, I apologize for grammar issues (especially punctuation marks .)I'm not a native English. If you want you can message me about failures (please send a private message . Don't want too much comments under this with grammar corrections thank you )

part 2:

[idolsummons]

Depression to Despair (Tez Couldn't Think of a Better Title)

Finally wrote the drabble about Ren bearing witness to an elder god summoning, enjoy ♥

Trigger warnings for depression, suicidal ideation, etc.

Note: I don't have depression or suicidal ideation, which features as a theme in this drabble. This was written for fun and not any kind of serious piece delving into the mindset of humans, what have you.

[Ren] wanna come over 2nite? Been working on a song

[Hana] I’d love to but I’ve already got something else on, sorry! :(

[Hana] Maybe tomorrow?

[Ren] yeah no prob

[Ren] what’s 2nite?

[Hana] Dinner with another idol and her manager, and my manager, get to know each other kinda thing. Thinking about a collab.

[Ren] have fun

[Hana] I’d have more fun at a dinner if it wasn’t for my strict diet lol

[Ren] gotta let lose sometimes

[Ren] go enjoy yourself

[Hana] Thanks, I’ll try to keep that in mind :) 

[Hana] See you tomorrow! <3

[Ren] see ya

Ren set his phone down on his bedside table.

There is no dinner.

She’s trying to spare my feelings but I know how she really feels.

She hates me. Why would anyone like Hana like a pathetic excuse of a human like me? It was stupid to ever try to get in touch in the first place. I should just stay out of everyone’s way and keep to myself.

Better yet, I should just -

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Ren grumbles. He rubs his hands over his face. It doesn’t help to get rid of the thoughts, but it’s better than doing nothing.

From the ground comes a gentle miaow. He removes his hands from his face and sees a familiar fluffy face.

‘Dinner time already, Jiji?’ The black cat meows again.

Ren gets up and proceeds to the kitchen, where he’s finally, after much rubbing up against his legs like she’s trying to make him fall, able to give Jiji her dinner consisting of raw meat. She starts eating straight away, paying no mind to Ren going outside to light up a cigarette.

Just hold on for one more night.

***

[Hana] Hey Ren! :) 

[Hana] Sorry about last night, you still free tonight?

[Ren] yeah

[Ren] still wanna come over?

[Hana] Yep!

[Ren] awesome

[Ren] come whenever u want

[Ren] anything u want 4 dinner?

[Hana] No thanks, I’ll eat before I leave :) 

[Ren] k

[Ren] see u soon

Despite his kind offer to cook (it might be that Hana refused the offer because he’s not the best chef out there), Ren himself does not eat; it would be too much of a hassle. Besides, Hana’s visiting has given him just enough energy to finally clean up. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but clothes and various things have been strewn about without much care, and a thin layer of dust covers much of the furniture. He might not have time to clean everything, but he will do what he can.

***

Regardless of whether or not she’s singing those pop songs with mass appeal, Hana has a beautiful voice. Yes, it does seem to have been trained with pop music in mind - he would never ask her to sing rock, not that that’s his style - but he feels she could easily branch out into similar genres was she so minded. So enthralled with her performance is he (as he is every time) that Ren near forgets to stop the recording once she’s finished singing.

‘How’s that?’ Hana asks as she removes her headphones. Her cheery smile has Ren’s stomach twisting into knots. ‘That’s what you had in mind, yeah?’

‘Mind giving me a moment to listen back?’

‘Go for it.’ Hana takes her seat beside Ren.

Ren begins to hum after listening to the short recording a few times. ‘Almost,’ he replies, ‘but I’m gonna have to think about it. If I send you some notes overnight, would you come back tomorrow?’

‘Absolutely. I suppose I shouldn’t keep you then.’

‘You can stay for a while longer if you want. I don’t usually sleep till late anyway.’

Hana checks her phone. ‘It’s already 9, and I’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Better get some rest, y’know?’

‘Sure.’

Both Hana and Ren stand. They move from Ren’s small home recording studio to the front door.

‘I had fun tonight,’ says Hana. She wraps her arms around Ren, who reciprocates the embrace. He finds it difficult to let go, but doesn’t want to make the situation awkward. Once his arms are no longer around her, Ren opens the door. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow!’

‘See ya.’ Ren manages a small smile as Hana looks back to wave farewell.

She only comes here because she pities me.

Ren closes the door.

You think the most popular idol in the country doesn’t have better people to hang out with?

He moves to the bathroom.

I’m just some loser wishing I can make a living off my music, and that doesn’t seem likely.

He opens the cabinet and grabs a bottle of antidepressants. He holds the bottle tight in his hand for some time. He looks at the other medications - painkillers, mostly - which sit within the cabinet.

Why shouldn’t I grab all of these and just -

‘She’ll be back tomorrow.’

Ren removes the lid from the bottle and takes what he requires and nothing more. He puts the bottle back in the cabinet and closes the door.

***

[Hana] I’m really, really sorry Ren

[Hana] Something’s come up today. I won’t be able to make it to yours tonight.

[Hana] (┬┬﹏┬┬)

[Ren] don’t stress

[Ren] it’s fine

[Hana] Tomorrow for sure, yeah? :) 

[Hana] It’s a Saturday and I don’t have any shows so it’ll be fine!

[Hana] Unless they spring something on me last moment lol

[Ren] haha

[Ren] that’d be cruel

[Hana] Yeah lol

[Ren] c u tomorrow then

[Hana] Have a good day! :) 

After feeding Jiji, Ren returns to bed and does not move for the rest of the day, save to give the cat her dinner. His thoughts consume him, with only one ray of light shining through it all.

There’s always tomorrow.

***

[Hana] Ren you’re gonna hate me.

[Ren] they sprung a surprise show on u?

[Hana] Thankfully not that but

[Hana] I have something really important that came up last minute and I won’t be done in time to get to your place.

[Hana] And I know, it’s a Saturday, it’s fine to stay up late this once, but I promised to spend time with my family tomorrow and if I don’t get up early to go to church with them, my parents won’t be happy :( 

[Ren] you’re a busy person

[Ren] things like this happen

[Hana] You’re so understanding, I don’t deserve a friend like you <3

[Hana] I’d love to set a time aside but I can’t really do that because…

[Hana] Well, you’ve seen what’s happened these past few days :( 

[Ren] I’m home in the afternoons anyway

[Ren] just lemme know when u are coming and I’ll wait for u

[Hana] Thank you sooooo much <3

[Hana] (✿◠‿◠)

She’s making up excuses so she doesn’t have to see me. Even Miyu’s not so busy that she can’t set down a date. She’s done this so she never has to see you again. She’ll stop talking to you and then you won’t have a friend in the world.

What will be the point of it all then?

Ren manages to get out of bed. He gets dressed, but only barely, throwing on nothing but a basic shirt (it used to fit, but is now a size too big) and tracksuit pants.

Jiji sleeps happily upon her bed in the sun.

She’ll never notice.

Ren leaves via the front door.

He won’t be coming back.

***

There’s always people on the beach, even in this colder weather, whether playing around or walking their dogs. He’s used the hours to reflect - on himself, his life, those who have been closest to him over the years, on her. Every time he’s come to the same conclusion.

It’s pointless.

Nobody cares.

They won’t notice if you’re gone.

The sun is down before the beach is clear.

He walks down to the shore, stopping short of where the waves brush against his shoes.

The shoes are removed and placed beside him.

With one last deep breath, Ren begins to walk towards the depths.

He takes one look back at everything. At the sand, at the buildings in the distance, at…

‘Hana?’

Despite the fact that only the moon lights the beach, it’s impossible to miss her. Even were it not for the styling of her hair, purple streak on display, but he recognises her from her very build. Something seemingly bundled up is in her hands while she rushes across the beach, paying no mind to the man who stands knee deep in ocean water.

See? She’s not busy. She just didn’t want to spend time with you.

No, that’s not it. What’s she doing here? What’s she holding?

Ren waits until some distance has come between them and begins to follow behind her. His shoes remain at the shore.

It’s some 10 minutes before Hana and Ren arrive at the destination at the end of the beach. Ren keeps himself hidden within some shrubbery nearby; he does not wish to disturb whatever it is she’s doing.

Hana places her belongings on the sandy ground, save for the fabric which he had previously thought to be what kept her items bundled up; rather, it’s a robe which she dons rather quickly.

A pole - or so it seems to be from a distance - is taken from her belongings, and Hana begins to draw something in the sand. From his distance and viewpoint, Ren can’t begin to guess at what it might be.

Once complete, Hana picks up a book - better described as a tome for its size - and flips it open. She seems to look between the book and her drawing for a little while until she nods to herself. She must be satisfied with whatever she’s done.

Hana looks up into the sky, and Ren does, too. All he sees there is the moon. He’s not sure what kind of importance it plays in her task, but Ren observes Hana looking up at the moon for a while longer.

When she is finally done looking at the moon, she looks back towards her handiwork and dons a hood

She flips through the pages of her book once more and begins to say something. Ren isn’t sure what, but it seems almost like a chant.

Despite not being able to hear what she’s saying or see what she’s drawn, Ren feels a tightening in his stomach. It’s not the kind he feels when spending time with Hana, nor when he receives a message from her. It’s an unease which isn’t common to him, for unease is oft replaced with depression, and depression usually comes with a feeling of emptiness which he’s all too familiar with.

It’s what brought him here this night, after all.

Rather, he gets the feeling he should run, that he should forget all that he has seen here, but his overwhelming curiosity keeps him planted on the spot. He wants to know what Hana is doing, what was so important that she didn’t wish to spend time with someone she was so adamant is her friend.

When Hana finishes chanting, nothing happens. He begins to ponder if this was all just some strange kind of rehearsal, maybe she got a part in a show or a movie and is trying to get into character, or maybe -

A dark light explodes from Hana’s drawing in the sand.

‘What the fuck?’ Ren says too loudly, like he was expecting the explosion of light to be accompanied by an appropriate amount of sound.

Hana looks back. Her eyes are wide.

‘Ren?’ Her mouth is ajar. ‘You shouldn’t be here.’

He doesn’t have time to ask any questions, nor time to even formulate such things in his mind. Before he can so much as blink the light dissipates, leaving behind something which Ren does not remember.

The last thing he does remember is darkness.

***

‘It was probably another suicide attempt.’

Ren does not open his eyes. Along with the wavering voice of his mother, obviously trying so hard not to cry, Ren can hear the gentle beeps of a heart rate monitor.

‘This wouldn’t be the first time… but usually he’s not - he -’

‘He’s been talking in his sleep,’ says an unfamiliar voice. ‘Do you know if that’s normal?’

‘Oh…’ his mother mumbles. ‘About what?’

‘We couldn’t really make any sense of it. Something hideous, taller than the trees…’

Ren’s eyes shoot open.

‘It’s coming.’

His mother and the unfamiliar woman - a doctor or a nurse - looks over.

‘Ren!’ His mother rushes to his bedside. She puts a hand to his forehead, rubbing her thumb over his skin. ‘What is it, baby?’

‘That… That thing.’ He speaks quickly, to the point where his words become jumbled. ‘It came from the beach, and - and it devoured the moon.’

The staff furrows her brow.

Ren’s mother stops the motion with her thumb. ‘What is it? You can tell me.’

‘You won’t… you won’t understand. I don’t understand, Mum. It was… was everywhere but nowhere, not of this world…’

‘You just had a bad dream is all. It’s okay, Mum’s here now.’

‘No, no, it wasn’t a dream. I saw it.’

Silence fills the room for too long, before his mother finally speaks up. ‘One of your friends wanted to see you, too. She seemed quite keen about it, too. I’ll wait outside and come back once she’s done, okay?’ She tries a kind smile, but her eyes are filled with tears. ‘I’ll get you something to eat from the cafe.’

Ren’s mother and the staff leave the room. The one who enters next is…

‘No.’ But the word does not leave his mouth. ‘No, no, no, no, no.’

‘Ren.’ Hana’s voice is shaky. She kneels beside his bed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…’ Tears flowing down her cheeks are followed by sobbing.

‘Get out,’ he says, but it’s unclear whether the words reach her ears or not. ‘Get out!’

Though Hana remains, crying and apologising and desperately trying to make it all up to him, Ren has never felt more alone in his life.

Anguish and despair are his only roommates, his only bedfellows, his only headmates.

It feels that this will last an eternity, beyond even his demise.

Ending this suffering would be a mercy, but ending it all is no longer a present thought.

All that remains is the fuzziness of the night prior and what will surely be a lifetime of madness.

[dp-marvel94]

(Not) Alone- Chapter 4

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

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Note: Here's the new chapter! Sorry it's a bit late; the weekend was busy but a lot of fun (D&D and a Red Concert! 😍). Then I went back to work on Monday and they're back to trying to kill me with stress. 😭 I'm applying for other jobs and already have got an interview so hopefully I'll be leaving soon. Pray for me, friends. 🥺

Over an hour later, her brother finished explaining. 

“So let me make sure I’ve got this straight.” Dani’s brow furrowed. “Vlad made Tiny-you overshadow Danny-you. There was a weird memory-sharing, dreamscape thing. You didn’t wanna leave. You were destabilizing and…” The girl swallowed, paling for a second. “You melted while still possessing… also you?”

“It’s easier if you just use the names.” Danny(?), Dami(?) added helpfully.

Dani pressed her hands together, fingers pointed up as if praying.  “So… Tiny… Dami melted while he was still overshadowing Danny….” She moved her hands apart, vaguely miming a spherical shape. “Core combining, merging, fusing thing happened.” She balled her fists together before pointing. “And that’s where you come in? Because you’re both of them?”

The boy gave a nod. “That’s right.”

Dani also nodded. Then her eyes widened, realizing. “That’s why you were being so weird after breaking out of that chamber thing!”

Her brother blinked once, as if just realizing she’d been there. “What do you mean?”

“You were moving kinda jerkily, like you couldn’t get your limbs to work right. Or you were dizzy or something.” She frowned. “And your eyes were blank and glassy, like you weren’t all there.” Dani shrugged, deceptively casual. “I thought Vlad just shocked you real bad.”

“Well, that electricity sure wasn’t fun.” He smiled uncomfortably. “But yeah. There was a lot going on here.” He motioned vaguely to his head and chest. Then he frowned. “I still don’t remember it all that well.”

“I’m sorry.” Dani sympathized. “It sounds like you had an awful time, not even realizing what happened at first.” (How did he not realize it though, being changed like that? ) “And the power flare-ups. And the figuring it out yourself. And that’s where Frostbite comes in, right?”

The boy nodded. “He confirmed what I had already figured out but… didn’t want to admit to myself. He…” A guilty blush. “He helped me out a lot, with really getting all this-  who and what I am now- and learning how to be okay with it.” He swallowed. “It took me a while to tell Jazz, Sam, and Tucker though. And that was rough… but we’re all good now.”

There was a significance, a deep-seated pain to those words. It squeezed at the clone girl’s core.

“And you’re okay too?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled softly, some of the weight lifting. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

“Me too.” Dani reached forward, hugging him again.

The two siblings shared the embrace for a long moment. Then after a few breaths, the boy pulled away.

His brow furrowed, worriedly searching her face. “Are you okay with all this? With… me?”

“Of course!” The girl didn’t even hesitate, grinning. “I mean, I don’t really get it. Like at all. Everything you just told me is crazy…” 

For a moment, his eyes fell, more than a hint of alarmed disappointment.

Dani pointedly shook her head. “I believe you! It’s just….  It all sounds so insane. I can’t wrap my head around it. At least not yet.” 

For a second, the girl’s lips pursed, considering the situation. It sounded impossible. She didn’t understand it at all, despite that hour-long explanation. Or… well, she had understood the words, the general flow of the story. But the details? Fitting what had happened into her mind, her map of reality? (Would she ever be able to?)

Her brother nodded at her words. “Jazz and my friends didn’t really get it at first either. I think they’re still getting there too.” He half-shrugged, blushing.

The clone girl smiled softly; that made her feel better. “What matters is, you’re still here. You’re alive. You’re not melting. You’re stable! We’re both stable!” She grinned, spreading her arms. “And you can actually talk now!”

“Oh yeah?” The boy grinned, wrapping an arm around her. “So I get to torture you with my puns and you won’t complain?” He furiously nuggied her head.

“No, not puns!” The girl complained dramatically, trying to squirm away.

Grinning, her brother’s wiggling fingers went for her armpit. “What was that?”

Dani giggled, body twitching from the assault. “No… no puns!”

“But I thought you were tickled pink, finally hearing my boo-tiful voice.”

“Stop! Stop!” She panted out through her laughter. “Dami, stop!”

The boy also laughed. “Come on! That was spook-takular. I think it ghosts without saying.”

The girl’s chest heaved, unable to word a reply.

“See, I’ve left you speechless.”

Dani flailed, her own wiggling fingers seeking out the other clone’s sensitive underarm. 

“Hey. Hey!” Dami complained, falling into his own giggles.

Quickly, the two half ghosts fell into a pile of limbs and laughter.

“It sounds like you two are having fun.” Jazz’s voice cut through the scene.

The tickling stopped at that, both half-ghosts panting for a few seconds before sitting up.

“I wondered when you were going to get up.” The boy rolled his eyes teasingly. “Thought you were going to sleep all day.”

“As if.” The red-head rolled her own eyes, going to sit on the couch near the pair.

“Seriously though.” The jovial tone dimmed. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear our… discussion.” Dami’s eyes flickered to his clone sister meaningfully.

Dani blushed, a seed of guilt sprouting in her core. Oh yeah… she had started this entire thing with yelling at him.

For a moment, something (almost guilty?) flickered in Jazz’s eyes but it was quickly gone. The older girl nodded. “So, you told her about…” A significant pause.

“About being Dami. Yeah, she knows.” Her brother nodded.

“And you took it well?” The older girl’s gaze fell on Dani, more than a hint of hope in her eyes.

With another blush, the clone girl nodded. “After he explained everything.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You know, you should have led with that last night. It definitely would have made things easier.” (Maybe she wouldn’t have been so grumpy about him worrying about her and about accepting help. Maybe she wouldn’t have gotten so angry about him calling himself her brother; he actually was after all.)

The older two traded meaningfully concerned looks. Dani’s insides twisted. Had she said something wrong?

Jazz leaned forward, a strangely deliberate gentleness to her voice. “How about we make some breakfast? Then we can go do something fun together.”

“Breakfast!” That got Dani’s interests. “Can we have pancakes?” Her eyes lit up, already making her way to the kitchen. 

(That segway felt like a diversion but Dani wasn’t going to say anything. Who was she to refuse food?)

“Yeah, pancakes sound great.” Dami enthused. “Chocolate chips?”

“Yes, we’ve got chocolate chips.” Jazz laughed.

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Danny and Jazz made pancakes for breakfast, Dani’s excited eyes on their backs. Part of that excitement was because of the food but the half ghost knew… it was also something else.

Compared to his friends and older sister who hadn’t talked to him for days after he told them, Dani took the secret well. Surprisingly well…. There was a reason for that. He saw it in the way she looked at him, in what she said after their conversation. 

“Are you okay with all this? With… me?” “Of course!” 

Dani hadn’t thought about her response at all. She hadn’t even hesitated.

“I mean, I don’t really get it. Like at all. Everything you just told me is crazy…” 

Danielle didn’t really understand. Of course she didn’t. And he didn’t expect her to; it had taken him weeks to even begin to understand what he was now and he was experiencing it from the inside.

But…

“What matters is, you’re still here. You’re alive. You’re not melting. You’re stable! We’re both stable!” She grinned, spreading her arms. “And you can actually talk now!”

Damian, Tiny, her littlest brother. That was who she saw when she looked at him. And…. Danny was surprisingly okay with that. Part of it was…. It was nice for that part of him to be wanted. But a greater portion…. 

After telling his friends and sister, he had been so concerned with them seeing and accepting both parts of him, all of him. Not just the Danny they were used to, but the clone too. And most importantly…. The new, complete self that he was. Those months ago, that had been so new. He had only just begun realizing and accepting that he wasn’t just the sum of his parts but greater, his own person. Now though….

He knew who he was. Danny wouldn’t be shaken by Danielle seeing him as Tiny. That was what she needed, who she needed for now. She needed to be happy that one of her clone brothers was still alive, right here with her. Learning all those other implications, getting to know him as the new person he was… that could come later.

For now, he wouldn’t say anything. He would take it slow. He would let himself just be Dami, for her.

With those thoughts dismissed, Damian went back to making breakfast with his older sister.

“You know what we need? Bacon!” Excited at the thought, the boy opened the fridge and reached for the meat drawers.

“Wait!” Jazz shouted, eyes wide. “It’s contam-”

Dami pulled open the container to sudden growls. Something ugly green-red-white wiggled through the clear plastic, lunging for his fingers. “Never mind!” He tried to slam the drawer closed. But the strips of meat sprang up, wedging in the opening. “Oh no, you don’t!”

The bacon hissed without mouths, tiny red eyes blinking open. The boy shot at the meat…

“Shit!” The blast of fire impacted. 

The strips shrieked. 

“What did you do?!” The red-head lunged for the fridge, beating at the flames with a kitchen towel.

“It was supposed to be an ectoblast!”

The meat moaned pathetically, still on fire.

“Make them stop!” Dani complained, hands over her ears.

Then the fire alarm started screaming.

“Just close the fridge!” Dami shoved his older sister out of the way. 

The door slammed closed, cutting off the pitiful whimpers. Jazz stomped to the fire alarm, swiping the broom from its place against the wall. She jabbed the handle up, hitting the button to turn the siren off.

Blessed quiet fell over the room. The boy’s shoulders relaxed, smiling sheepishly. “Well, that’s not how I’d been planning to cook the bacon….”

A beat of silence. Then….

Dani started giggling. “You… you shot it, you really just shot it….” The sound was almost hysterical, like this was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. 

The older halfa couldn’t help but laugh with her. “I was trying to ectoblast it, not… not shoot it with fire…” 

Even Jazz joined with her own eyeroll. “Little brother, I swear….”

Dami bent over, taken by the ridiculousness of the situation. That stupid contaminated bacon… and he’d really just accidentally fire-blasted it. What even was his life?

The three siblings laughed together for a good minute, all else forgotten. Until…

The smell of burning, the fire alarm shrieked again.

“The pancakes!”

After Jazz rushed back to the stove, the boy hesitantly opened the fridge. To his relief, the fire was out, the plastic walls of the drawer none the worse for wear. But the contents- luckily just the bacon- was burnt to a crisp, and not the crisp one normally wanted in bacon. Left in the bacon’s place were two moaning blob ghosts which Dami quickly sucked up in a Fenton thermos. Dani helped him clean up the ashes, leaving no trace of the fire he’d caused.

Ten minutes later, the pancakes were ready and the three siblings sat down to eat.

The two half ghosts dug into their stacks. 

“So good.” The younger girl happily moaned through a mouthful.

“Yeah.” The boy agreed, having finished his first. “Sorry you…uhh… lost one because of bacon-shenanigans.” He said sheepishly.

Jazz rolled her eyes, the picture of faux-annoyance. “How did you manage to accidentally fire-blast them?”

“Hey! It’s an easy mistake. I’ll have you know…”

The two squabbled for a bit, Dani joining in once she’d finished half her stake.

“Do you normally have to fight the food in the fridge?” The clone girl asked with a laugh.

The two teens looked at each other. Dami shrugged. “Only sometimes.”

Dani raised an eyebrow, putting another piece of pancake in her mouth. “Do the Drs Fenton store blob ghosts in there or something?”

“It was ectoplasm samples.” Jazz corrected. “And no, they actually don’t anymore.”

The younger girl gave her a skeptical look. “Really?”

“Jazz got them to put a fridge for samples in the basement and stop putting things upstairs.” Dami clarified. “I saw them do a deep clean on the fridge too, right before they left. With real, store-bought cleaning stuff and everything.” His brow furrowed. “I figured that would work to stop making the meat bite back.”

“It looks like it didn’t stick.” Jazz frowned. “I’ll have to tell Mom. Maybe they should just get a new fridge.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Dani eyed the appliance warily.

“Do you want to meet them?” The boy suddenly asked.

“Who?” The clone girl blinked.

“Our parents, I mean.” Her brow furrowed, like she wanted to argue, but Dami interrupted. “They’re your parents too. Biologically at least. I know they’d want to meet you, if they knew about you. And…” He poked at his last few pieces of pancake. “I’ve been trying to get them warmed up to ghosts. They’ve got a truce with Phantom now. They know that I’m good, that I’m just trying to help the town. They’ve met Cujo and Sidney. And that went well. They don’t shoot on sight anymore. I think…” He worried his lip. “I think if I told them about me being half ghost, about me being Phantom that they’d get it.” The clone-fusion secret was a whole other thing. But… “I really want to tell them.”

And tell his parents about Dani and have them meet her and ask if they would adopt his baby sister… His core squeezed. He wanted that so much, more badly than he wanted them to accept him. He wanted this house, their family to be a safe home for her. And he wanted to tell the clone girl that so badly. But…

Danielle was biting her own lip, staring down at the table with an unreadable expression. She’d closed off as soon as he’d said ‘our parents’.

Danny’s heart hurt; he felt like a hypocrite. Hadn’t he just been thinking about taking it slow and just letting Dani be happy he was alive? She’d already been visibly uncomfortable last night. Just earlier, she’d pretty much yelled at him to stop worrying about her. And now he was pushing her again….

There was a long, silent pause. Finally, Dani said. “I’ll think about it.”

Danny’s eyes widened. That was good, better than he expected. “Alright. I can live with that.” He breathed. “I won’t tell them about you unless you say it’s okay.”

Still, there was a knot in his stomach. It would have to be good enough.

An awkward atmosphere lingered as the three finished their food but slowly it ebbed.

“What do you want to do today, Dani?” Jazz asked, looking at the other girl.

The younger blinked, surprised. “I can pick?”

The red-head nodded, giving her a smile. “Anything you want.”

“As long as it’s in town or not too far away.” The boy added, then with a nervous cough. “Or too expensive. I uh… don’t have that much money.”

“Speak for yourself, little brother.” Jazz raised a brow. Then giving the girl a wink. “I’ve been saving up just for this occasion.”

“Really?” Dani blinked for a moment, all the more surprised. Then her brow furrowed, considering. After a long minute…. “Can we go to the mall?"

[iloveyou-writers]

hi, ive been writing for 3 years in the same fandom since i was an early teen (16 now almost 17) and there's times i just feel like its the end of an era when i hit a roadblock and maybe im just being dramatic

i just need advice for working on multiple projects at once im juggling my current WIP, one i really wanna do, an idea thats floating around my brain that literallY WONT leave me alone and just begs me to plot out the entire thing and interrupt like all of the other WIPs and then my old WIP that i stopped for my old old WIP that i stopped for my current WIP

im sorry if none of this makes sense

its just a chain of events

first WIP - i write some of it

new idea comes along/ i still need to finish this PAUSE new wip

new wip again pausing work i still need to finish wip

writing another fic on the side for when after i finish that one so im not ending on a clean slate but also hate starting out pausing and starting agan bc i magically feel like my writing will feel different/ i'll level up and acquire new skills and i'll feel the urge to rewrite it

and then another kind of passion project thing that kinda came out of no where that my brain is begging me to plot out when i JUST started a side WIP for the one im almost done with and planning a sequel for that... while wanting to go back to my orginal first WIP but its just getting left behind in this race of which WIP grabs my attention

its like i wanna write all of them at the same time but for the life of me i CANT devise a system where all of them get equal attention

but my real question is how to deal with writing multiple works at a time or deciding which ones to write first

tysm if you answer this

all the love, louiscarrotsxoxo

Honestly, as someone who consistently has at least 6-10 WIPs I'm working on at a time, I feel this so much xD there are days I get over 5 ideas that I get passionate about.

So what I do personally is I just go with what is pulling me the most. Go with what I'm feeling the most passion toward at the moment. The only issue is that I'm a person that frequently loses fire if I don't work on something or talk about it often enough.

One way I'd recommend to combat this would be to talk about a WIP you're not working on with someone (or post about it on your blog) while you work on the other WIP(s). That can keep your fire burning while you're working on something else.

Otherwise, you can always have multiple docs open at once (depending on how you write) and just work on multiple literally at the same time. It's hard to really give advice on this, because it just depends on how your brain works and I'm neurodivergent so what works for me won't necessarily work for everyone.

Good luck and sorry for the slow reply! Thank you for being so patient.

[ablupen]

Thoughts about Arcana Twilight

So, I've had Arcana Twilight downloaded on my phone for about maybe a month now, and I finished the current floors about maybe four days ago, so I just want to share my progress and my thoughts ^^

Firstly, my cards:

I spent a lot of coins on levelling and gems on buying amplifier stones for the last three chapters lol. The gems really carried me through everything XD

These my current affection levels:

Funnily enough, my favorite characters are actually Vega and Alpheratz, but alas, it's expensive to level up and I got the Spica card before the Alphie one. Now that I'm finished with the current story though, I'll be grinding more on Twilight mode.

Speaking of the characters, these were my initial opinions on the game itself and the characters:

The game itself: I played this game after finding out about Obey Me. Funnily enough, the Play Store actually recommended me THIS game first, probably because I like fantasy stuff and AT happens to be kinda high fantasy. However, I saw some reviews about some bugs and I wasn't entirely sure about playing it yet, so I played Obey Me first after seeing someone talk about how it was "a mix between Obey Me and Mystic Messenger" (which, I'll also talk about at some point because they're really cool) and enjoyed that, so I finally downloaded this one.

Mmkay that was a lot of exposition but not a lot of thoughts. So, I didn't find those bugs the reviews were talking about, which made me happy. It was uncanny at first how similar the appearance and stuff were to Obey Me at first, but I got over it pretty quickly. I enjoyed it beginning to end :)

Arcky: bean. looks like sunshine, is sunshine.

Spica: Serious, but in a nice way. I like this dude. Kinda looks like Kartein from Eleceed on Webtoon ngl. He must need lots of coffee in this school lol.

Alphie: I like his voice tbh. He's pretty nice, I think. Lmao he kinda made me wanna know what other Tharavals are like if he's the opposite.

Poll: Omg he's like a Chihuahua. Also, heterochromia? Looks cool!

Sirius: Sus. Just one line and he's already suspicious. The two signs of suspicion: 1. Openly talkative or friendly 2. Not really around. I LEARNED THIS FROM BELPHIE YOU CAN'T FOOL ME. But since I forgive easily and I wanna make as much allies as possible, I'll tolerate it. Cool eyes.

Vega: W h o a buddy- you look really cool but put the sword down. Something's up with him tho for sure.

And then, these are my final thoughts:

the game: Really good! Love the aesthetic, everything works, and things can be earned back easily. Gacha is wack, but tolerable. Can't wait for the next floors and I'm starving for AT content qwq

Arcky: Still a bean!! He's so optimistic but he really needs to stop overworking himself twt. I wonder who made him forget us.

Spica: He can actually be pretty sweet sometimes. In terms of story choices, I do usually tend to go to "wtf is this?" And he usually agrees in more elegant terms XD.

Alphie: Let the man sleep lol. Also his relationship with Schedar is so funny lol. Also the fact he went to the meeting room just to intercept him lmao. And the fact he deleted us from Schedar's contact lmao. 2nd favorite character, I loved resting in a tree with him. I want him to be ok.

Poll: Bean no :( I feel so bad for him at the end when Alphie became unconscious. Also the fact he fired first :(

Sirius: Sirius, are you frocking serious?? I expected something but I- ugh. Fine. I'll help clean after this mess. That twist and foreshadowing better be good.

Vega: *inhale* awww! Dude he actually shows a lot of affection compared to other characters in the later floors 🥺. And the fact he used to be our childhood friend??? 🥺. He's such a sweetheart I love himmm 🥺. Favorite character, and there's a reason my AT OC has part of her hair dyed white. Dw Vega I'm not leaving you again

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So... ending thoughts.

NOT THE CLIFFHANGERRRR. I STILL NEED TO KNOW WTF DEBRIS IS, AND HOW THESE GUYS KNOW STUFF- ALSO, THE DREAMSCAPE?? WHAT'S GOING ON??

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Tips for Ppl trying to complete?

Buy Four Season amplifier stones

Grind in Twilight levels

3 star everything in a floor for more gems. Go backwards if you need to

Try not to use your gems for scouting

Level up cards as much as you can and also complete as much of their Milky Way as possible

Quick clear boss levels a bunch to advance to the next floor. Also use gems to refill energy if you don't feel like waiting. You'll get a ton of material like this, especially coins.

... actually that all sounds really standard and I got kinda lucky with 2 SSR cards. Welp.

Thanks for reading all this if you read all the way! I'll probably talk some more about AT and OM bc they're fun ^^

Might also write fics and headcanons or whatnot

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When you finish the season, I wanna know what you thought of all the boxes imagery/metaphors😊

[ed.] so uhmm this is quite long and convoluted, sorry abt that also ?? major spoilers just in case any1 has doubts

so I finished watching episode 10 and then I read your question. and honestly, I didn’t get it. for a second I thought you were talking abt some cinematography that went over my head and then it hit me and I was like ooohhh the cardboard boxes. and as a lover of themes and motifs, I was a bit disappointed because I hadn’t realized that that was the motif of this season. but then I sat on it some more and I thought abt it, and the more I did it started to make more and more sense to me

of course this is my interpretation, I mean they really picked the most ubiquitous object to use as a metaphor this season, so like yea. you could make almost anything fit the idea of those boxes but to me, well the motifs in each season are sort of little allegories that pertain to Carmy and the development of his character, and the funny thing abt the boxes for me like I said was that I didn’t put the pieces together at first I mean yea when Syd and then Carm are in the bins trying to crush them I was like haha non negotiable number whatever tf but it only clicked after, when I read your ask and so like I tried thinking abt how many times they show them [the boxes] throughout the season and, compared to the pasta in season 1 but especially the fridge-guy bit in season 2, it’s definitely not as present right

so at first I thought well maybe they wanted to be more subtle after season 2 where it’s borderline on the nose how much they call back to the fridge guy bit almost every episode, so yea maybe they don’t wanna spoon feed the audience anymore but there’s also this break in continuity in season 3 like so far, except for the Christmas episode in season 2, storytelling has been pretty linear but in season 3 well your start off with the flashback episode but then the story breaks off into … not subplots but like everyone else’s personal journey ? like Marcus, then Tina, then Syd and Nat and Richie and it feels a lot more disjointed but actually to me, it illustrates how every other character is evolving and growing on their own and Carmen is . kind of at a standstill this season

right after finishing the show my first thought was damn this season kinda left me dissatisfied and as it macerated in my brain I realized it’s because there’s no resolution for Carmen this season, it’s really not abt him in a way but like on purpose. like it’s the way that he can’t execute anything that he wants to do, which the Faks do a wonderful job at explaining when they go see Claire, and it’s endemic of his behavior throughout the whole show, when he tells Sydney that he doesn’t want to be hard to keep up with but really doesn’t do anything to fix it, when he tries to call Claire in the walk-in but doesn’t, how anticlimactic his confrontation with chef David is, like there is no resolution for his character this season. at all. none. zero. he almost takes a more secondary role and it’s the same with the boxes (to come back to your actual question lol) they’re not as much as a running thread as the motifs in previous seasons were and they never get resolved like you don’t see a shot of all the boxes neatly broken down in the dumpster at the end of season 3 but it’s foreshadowing all the same

also also one of the moments that made the strongest impression on me this season is when Carm is at the al anon meeting and this guy offscreen is talking abt how he can not just. forgive his mother for being an addict even tho she got clean and apologized and. you think abt Carmen’s relationship with his brother and then with his mom and again it’s that idea that he’s stuck. he’s stuck unable to forgive. he’s stuck in the mud because of all these issues he has, he can’t let go and move on, he hides behind his food, he clings onto the restaurant instead of addressing things head-on and mending the relationships in his life, he’s like fundamentally broken inside and his non negotiables, and particularly the cardboard boxes that were picked as the visual representation of that, amount to that, the fact that he has guidelines that he can’t follow, he knows what to do but he can’t do it

if we wanna go really deep into interpretation, it’s like every box that is being broken down symbolizes how he has to dismantle his own ego in a way, and also how the facade is … kinda crumbling down, like this idea that he’s a genius chef that’s so good at what he does and knows exactly what he’s doing, and that’s why by the end of the show he’s not where he should be or where you want him to be. he’s back where we left him at the end of season 2. he’s all alone in the streets while all his friends are together partying, like he was alone in the fridge and the world kept moving right along outside. of course those two moments have different implications in their context but I think it’s interesting, when you put them side by side

not sure if I got my point across honestly everything is still very fresh in my brain so it’s a bit hard to have a clear overall view but I’m already thinking I’m gonna rewatch because there’s also the recurring theme of dreams with like Donna’s conception dream and whatever Cicero says abt having a bulldog tattooed on his cock was it ??? I mean dreams (and nightmares) are very symbolic in this show so I’m already wondering if there’s not some more stuff that I missed

anyway thank u so much for the ask, answering this was really fun !!