#Marinate and be insane in a fandom for years

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Hello all

First off, I want to apologize for the abrupt hiatus I took. I'll be the first to say I shouldn't have been constantly scheduling stories like that. In a way it was a ploy to try to get me energized and continue writing; as someone who's always planned things out, it seemed like the thing to do. Well, this time it didn't work out and I ended up driving myself into the biggest burnout hole I've ever been in. Combined with that was the stresses of the job I had. The work environment was INSANELY toxic, to the point I had to quit back in March. My boss made me choose between seeing my brother - who is a marine - off the day before he set out to sea or keeping my job. Of course, you can guess which I chose. With the state of the world, my brother could very well die out there; that day could have been the last I'll ever see him, if we're being realistic. That added onto the mistreatment I was facing concerning my disability and I was OUT. I've felt so much better these last couple months. Not everything is peachy keen, but I'm mentally and emotionally better now. My physical well-being has taken its toll due to the work they had me do (which they weren't supposed to, but what's done is done), but I'll cope. All I know is that I really want to get back into writing again. But this time I won't be planning things ahead or setting strict, near impossible deadlines for myself. For once I'm going to be nice and easy on myself and not be a perfectionist, lol. The fact that I've made the decision to pursue my dream career as a librarian (very nervous, haha!) will really force me to be gentle with myself and take my time writing. Again, I'm really sorry for leaving y'all hanging for so long. There will be more stories soon, the top of the agenda being the conclusion to my Beach Episode mini series. It'll have been a year since I started it next month (June), so I hope y'all are ready for more summertime shenanigans! In the meantime, I'll try and post some past pieces I've yet to post here. Given the current events of Chapter 7 in Twst, I hope you'll enjoy them! And one other thing: I'd like to introduce y'all to a certain project that's been in the works for almost two years now. It started off as a silly little presentation, but it slowly grew into one of the most complex set of stories I've ever written. This fandom has consumed me, lol! Fair warning that it will be darker than some of my other content: Chapter 7 levels of dark. Warnings will be posted onto the series' parts accordingly. For those who don't mind spoilers for Chapter 7, who already know the story thus far, and/or those who like a little AU action, I humbly present:

An alternate history AU featuring our beloved General Lilia Vanrouge and my most cultivated Twst OC, Persayis N. Siofra. A good few of you expressed interest in my characters in the past, so for those who don't mind dragging out the box of tissues, I welcome you to this story. It is a slow burn - a sorta one-sided enemies to lovers arc (the enemies part being the one-sided bit). I hope you'll join me for the ride. Who knows, if this becomes popular, I might just create a silly little crossover story featuring this au and the canon; a more light-hearted fan fair for those who will not be joining us. I do understand you all need context on Persayis and her pairing with Lilia before continuing, however. So, over the course of this week, maybe a bit this weekend, I'll be posting installments of her story via that presentation I mentioned earlier. You'll be the first to see it outside of some friends of mine, so I'm a tad nervous, but I hope you'll like it. In and out of Twst, Persayis is one of the best characters I've ever written. She's the favorite child right now, haha! Like the AU, Persy's story is Chapter 7 levels of dark, so be prepared for that if you're going to dive in. For those who love angst, you might want to stick around for this one. That is all I'll say for the time being. As I said, I'll be taking it easy on myself, so no strict deadlines. I'll be posting when I feel like doing so nowadays - the stories come when they come. I thank you all for your patience and understanding, and for sticking with me despite my absence. To think I have nearly 300 followers...I could never have dreamed! I hope I can continue to make y'all proud. Until the next post!

[snowbunnytrick]

THANK GODDDD I FOUND A CORNER OF THE FANDOM THAT ACKNOWLEDGES THAT PETES A FUCKING CREEP!!!! Whenever i say "i hate pete wentz lol" i always back it up with "im joking ofc!" but deep down inside im really Not but i cant just Say that cause then everyone will get mad at me!!! Everyone seems to loves him and it always leaves me wondering "Um??? Are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room that is the fact that he dated a minor when he was an adult??? Like thats weird!!! Isnt it weird??? Hello???"

Anyways thank you for your service in pointing out that our faves are in fact Problematic you are braver than any US marine godspeed soldier o7

i will be a pete girl until i die unfortunately because i am mentally ill BUT. the fact that it's considered either propaganda or a straight up lie from people who supposedly wanna beat their meat to a fifteen year old heroin addict getting fucked over and over by him and that they're making it up for no reason.. i..... yeah i don't know. it's actually insane. there are interviews and articles from her about it. it's been the same story for years. morgan was also underage. he tried to set his WIFE ON FIRE but NOOOOO WE'RE THE WEIRD ONES WE'RE THE FREAKS NOT HIM HE'S OUR KING HE COULD NEVER DO WRONG WE'RE ALL WHITE SUPREMACISTS I GUESS

[judasisgayriot]

hello again! you once again prove yourself as the queen of heroes ramblings. you responded with so much detail so quickly! loveeee it :)

i wanna ask you more, i like getting your mini ted talks. what are your thoughts on sylar/peter as a ship? i personally don’t really see it in the show, but i’ve read some real good fics with them.

Hahaha omg I love you anon I’m glad someone enjoys hearing my unhinged rants about this show…

Soooo. Maybe the girlies will hate me for this one lol. Thing is, I can see how sylar/peter would lend itself to having some good fics written about it. Like, the concept is there, it has potential. The foundations for a good hero/villain ship are there, they are definitely set up as foils and parallels to each other, they have the whole ‘two sides of a coin’ thing going on. But like you, I don’t really see it in the show at all. It’s like they had the potential but didn’t actually execute it/make me give a fuck about it/make me remotely want to ship it, lol.

It is/was a popular ship in heroes fandom (lol heroes fandom in 2024 is like 12 people but hey) and I do see why for the above reasons. I actually think the episode ‘the wall’ is a great concept but again, they don’t sell me on it/execute it well/actually follow through on making me remotely believe they’d become friends by the end. Right before they break out, having spent what was apparently like 10 years of mind-time together in there or whatever, Peter still hates his guts and wants to smash his head in with a sledgehammer lmao?? (I mean girl same. The whole ‘peter has to forgive sylar, narratively and kind of literally, if he wants to escape the mind prison’ plot point grinds my gears. I think he should get to never forgive him ever for killing Nathan if he doesn’t want to lmao. Shout out to that one fan panel with Milo where he’s like ‘peter would never forgive him he would eviscerate him’ king you are speaking my fucking language lol. I digress.) like afterwards I can buy that sylar has latched onto Peter and wants to be his friend/wants Peter to like, model being a good person for him, but not that Peter actually gives a shit in return or wants anything to do with him lol

(Sidenote, that in itself is a rly interesting concept, and me and @buildarocketboys developed a fic idea about peter agreeing to like, ‘mentor’ sylar and hang out with him but if and only if he kept shapeshifting back into Nathan for him. Now THAT is fucked up and deranged and the good stuff and actually makes me, avowed sylar disliker, feel kinda sorry for the guy lol. Yessss let me marinate in the badwrongness of all of that and how Peter is the one acting fully insane. Anyway. I digress once more.)

Anyway I’m clearly also biased bc I used to like sylar as a character back in the day but sometime over my like 4 rewatches over the last few years he really started pissing me off lol. Now it’s not like I’m being an anti about him being an evil villain or anything, I love a problematic king and I’m a Nathan stan lmao. In fact I only really enjoy sylar when he is getting to be a proper fun cackling all-out villain, he’s actually enjoyable and funny in that mode. It’s the like 9 flip-flopped badly written redemption arcs they keep trying to give him like they’re trying to make me feel sorry for him bc his dad sold him to one direction or whatever, but sorry!! I feel nothing! He’s a whiny bitch and they should have just let him be killed off one of the first 900 times it nearly happened! I don’t have any sympathy and he’s completely lost me lol. So yeah. That does make me biased plus being a Petrellicest girlie and a Nathan stan and an Elle stan sorry I selfishly won’t forgive him for killing them 😔 poor baby serial killer I’m being such a mean hater. Stan my absolutely fucking awful morally confused self hating politician guy instead loooool

Well. All that to say that I see why people ship it, it has interesting foundations that could have led to something good but IMO it just didn’t, I can definitely imagine it has some good fic out there that can sell you on it, but I just don’t see their great poetic love or whatever. It’s soooo ‘baby’ ‘fellow associate’ core by the end lmao. And it actively annoys me. But I am just being a hater I know. Sorry to the cool petlars out there it’s all hashtag my opinion

[horrorknife]

1, 24, 30 :]

1) what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

oh MAN...hmmm. having an openly queer parent, the onceler fandom (this is how i met my husband), and horror movies

24) what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

PICKING ART UP AGAIN!!!! before i got into saw i was on an almost 2 year dry spell with some doodles here and a finished piece there...2001 a space odyssey got me drawing some good stuff but it didn't activate my Insane artbrain like saw did. last time i was drawing this much and this consistently was for 8:11

30) what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

honestly if im feeling really bad and shitty i will look at like...stimboards...i also look at subnautica gifs + marine animals cuz they really chill me out. esp deep sea marine animals or whale sharks. i like looking at pics/gifs of my comfort characters too so lately i end up looking at lawrence/amanda/hoffman all the time ahfgfb

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

My personal dream is a Dark Souls style 40k game. You play as an Aeldari on a craftworld that's been invaded by the Emperor's Children, and pretty much everyone is already dead, but the craftworld is going to be dragged into the warp. You have to stop it or all the souls in the infinity circuit will be lost to Slaanesh. You learn new skills by finding the souls of great warriors and seers, and each one is a boss fight because you have to prove yourself before they'll lend you their power. Then you use those powers to fight your way through cultists, marines, daemons, maybe even corrupted wraithguard that have been driven insane...

Obviously this will never happen, but it'd be cool.

Sadly the fandom has many ideas for games that will never get made.

I remember a few years ago there was a gathering to make a Primarch dating Sim.... But no one knew how to code, artists wanted to be paid (as they should be) and it all fell apart.

[ilikekidsshows]

Thomas Astruc writing Astroboy sounds pretty neat! But judging by the notes of that post, You Know Which Fans are going to cause trouble again. One person in the notes is already accusing him of "getting into petty fights on Twitter" (even though it's the fans who are being petty for not getting what they wanted), and of not being able to take criticism (even though said "criticism" was screaming insults at him for 7 years). I'm not looking forward to Salt Fandom Version 2.0.

It’s this kind of slippery slopes that are the reason I’m kinda iffy on hatewatching something or someone as a hobby. It’s one thing to riff on something with like-minded friends in your circle, and it’s a completely different one to have your fandom identity revolve around hating a piece of media. The reason I think people need to be careful about how much of themselves they invest into it is very simple: it’s very easy to move from hating a piece of media to hating the people responsible for that piece of media. And some members of the Miraculous fandom crossed that line years ago.

I don’t know if this is a hot take on tumblr, but I think that having a significant part of someone’s identity revolve around hating a person has the potential to make them a threat to themselves and the people around them. Because, if hating someone is so important to a person that they talk about it on a daily basis, the likelihood of them acting on that hatred is also pretty high, even if the harm they can cause is limited to cyberstalking and online harassment.

These people who are only interested in news about a new piece of media because the project involves a person they hate are, frankly, people I want nothing to do with. I’m not saying they’re wrong to dislike Astruc’s work, nothing is made to suit everyone’s tastes and creators often have distinctive styles so it’s possible to anticipate whether or not you’ll like something based on who worked on it. But that’s the thing: while nothing is made to suit everyone’s tastes, there are always other options.

We live in a world where it’s really easy to get your hands on an insane amount of media. If you have even a clue of what you’re into, you can find countless other options than a show that makes you upset. Instead these people marinate in their own upset until they stalk the creator in response. All that time they spend looking at what Astruc is going to be working on and whining about how it’s going to “suck” in their subjective opinion or sending him hate on Twitter could be spent looking for a series that’s more to their tastes. Or doing literally anything else.

I remember when I first saw the news of the reboot. I finished reading the Pluto manga some weeks before that and was so bummed that its anime adaptation, or any new Astroboy adaptation, was getting pushed back or cancelled. I hope Astruc's reboot is successful, because that'll mean more Astroboy content for modern audiences.

[bioticbooty]

Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes (thank you!!)

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

April 2011

First Character(s) you wrote?

Commander Shepard

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: OC Eva, Ronan Dex, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Major Lorne, Rodney McKay

Fable III: The Princess, Ben Finn

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde with heavy featuring of Kaidan Alenko, Commander Shepard, Liara T'Soni

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Ashley Williams

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?

I've got some ME characters coming for The Great Rewrite that I haven't featured before, or only mentioned tangentially in posts about The Future (or have shared snippets about but they aren't in anything published): Lian Jones, Milena Alenko and Andre Alenko, Hannah Shepard and Lucas Shepard, Jill Shepard, Isabel Shepard-Alenko

And then I have some ME characters coming Stars are Other Suns and they all are OC's so the names will likely mean nothing to everyone except for the first one for those that have read the story: Admiral Lorelai Wilde, Commander Eneki Wooddell, Admiral Ade Detmer, Admiral Raleigh Frost, Captain Jett Cruz.

I have way more names for both stories for side characters of various degrees (who may become main characters in the future, who the hell knows what will happen??) because I can't not flesh out entire crew rosters for the various ships, even if they are mentioned only in passing, because what if one day that ship and her crew come back to the story?? I have my own internal wiki and family trees for my stories. I am maybe a little insane.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Mass Effect, Fable III, Stargate Atlantis

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: OC/Major Lorne & OC/Rodney (Stargate)

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde/Astrid & Wilde/EDI & Wilde/Liara

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard/Ashley Williams & Kaidan Alenko/Ashley Williams & Kaidan Alenko/Glenn Delgado & Olivia Shepard/Ayla Reyes & Olivia Shepard/Kassy Black & Kaidan Alenko/Jake Morowski

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: Ronon/OC, Sheppard/Weir

Fable III: The Princess/Ben Finn

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde/Alenko & Shepard/Vakarian

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Your top AO3 tags?

Shepard/Alenko (surprising no one)

Action/Adventure (all mass effect is action adventure! this one was an easy one)

Fluff (also unsurprising)

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

From The Great Rewrite, Volume #3: Daybreak

“Turian brandy?” Anderson offers once they’re in his cabin. Nihlus sits down on the sofa, legs jutting out at odd angles. Furniture is never as universal as it should be. “Please.” They sit and drink in silence for a few minutes. It gives Anderson time to think, maybe time he doesn’t need to think, because his thoughts are drawn to twenty years ago when he was the top of the shortlist and he was assigned a turian Spectre to oversee his abilities, who’d go with him on missions. Determine if he could make the cut. Obviously, he hadn’t. Now Shepard is top of the shortlist and damned if Anderson doesn’t want to protect her in ways he was never protected. Of course, no one knew what to expect, then. They had ideas, but nothing concrete. So far, Nihlus is nothing like Saren was. Of course, pinning it all on Saren isn’t exactly fair. Anderson is the one who abandoned the mission, because Kahlee was involved. And he liked her. Maybe loved her, already. He’s had a long time to think about everything he did that mission, and while he’s not bitter anymore like he used to be, and while he still feels Saren has it out for humanity, bottom line is when push came to shove, Anderson went for the girl. Shepard won’t. He only knows this because she didn’t on Elysium. She didn’t even have an assigned mission at the time. No orders. Just a marine on shore leave with her girl and the slavers chose that day to hit Elysium and ran into the implacable wall that was Shepard — and failed. Not one batarian made it past whatever line she drew, and she was always redrawing that line, claiming more territory. Anderson had been so fucking impressed when she calmly presented the situation, still in her civvies, covered in blood, smoke and dirt, ruined sniper strapped to her back and a borrowed pistol flashing a low ammo block warning. She wasn’t the highest ranking marine on the ground. Hell, she wasn’t even assigned to Elysium, though everyone wanted her to be after that. But everyone on the ground who’d survived that day answered to her. And after it was all done, then — and only then — did she go looking for her girl. Anderson was there for that, too.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[that0nefangi1rlinyourarea]

MY OCS, MY FANDOM! MEET THE SQUAD!

MEET THE GANG!

MY SONA, ME! Relly “Chelle” Orchids: A young feminine lad who plays the violin. Joined the Depths of Scrolls Tournament which to fight for a ‘special’ prize and Agreement of Odds which were filled with tourney fighters of any race, humans, monsters, gods, creatures of any thing. Their group was formed in the AoO era. She works by a 5-Star bar at night time after her shift of killing in the tournament finishes. The bar holds performances for Chelle to participate in. Every contestant can join in no riot nor discord, literally. It’s only in morning they fight.She’s sweet, a darling, a gentle, polite, and innocent lady to talk to and meet. The way she dresses defines her, an elegant woman of fashion. The very first man she met was a sailor.. A zombie sailor. They formed an alliance to become independent and meet knew people along the way. The sailor was with a cyborg teen. They fought with eachother throughout the tourney and had eachother’s backs no matter what. She always has this cherry blossom perfume.. And oh! Chelle is rich, she gets paid good. She has a large white mansion. Chelle has a gardening/flower/plant and plushie addiction, so expect to see those in her home. Just saying, this lady is very talented and polite. Other than the violin, she can play the lyre, ukelele, piano, guitar, and flute, but she only mainly uses her violin since it her favorite instrument. She can also sing, of course! Everytime she’s outside, she always wields her violin case and her large black parasol with her! Her little Nintendo looking robot always trails behind her, irritated as it was. It’s name was Beepzkii. An assistant who’s intelligent and gullible.

AN OLD IMAGE OF BEEPZKII AND CHELLE:

Her way of fighting goes like this: She might seem calm when attacked, then she opens her parasol infront of the enemy's eyes, blinding them. The tip of her large black parasol was VERY sharp, so it DOES cause pain to people. After that, the enemy might mistake her still being behind the parasol, but noooo! She's gone! Well, actually, she jumped really high on the air. She jumps, raising her skirt up to exchange her violin case to her beloved sniper. The weapon was strapped onto her thigh real tight, hoping it wont really fall and she'd make fun of herself out in the tourney.  Her knee-high socks secretly have some ammo an bullets in them if she loses any, so she just reloads her sniper mid air. Then after that silliness, she does a spin in the air, preparing to shoot and aiming for either the head or the chest, or just any part just hoping it'll injure them in some other way. Even if she lands, she doesnt care if her skirt was still raised up and her underwear could be seen because of the wind and the motion of falling, to her its a live or death situation. She was smart for her tactics, only planning it herself! She WOULD use her violin to fight too, just depends!

The zombified sailor, The Mariner: A charming, handsome, and flirtatious zombie sailorman.. Well, it’s quite hard to tell if he was a zombie. He was very pale white, his right arm having a scar. He and his crew got eaten by a whale in one of his expeditions and as a revenge to his opposing enemy, his father. The crew was eaten alive, yet him and his father were left, he killed him as to avenge his mother’s task and quest for the young boy after being a street urchin for so long. (He was starving, so he ate his father.) Surprisingly, after 1,220 years (he was 23 that time), the whale died and exploded in the ocean, him arriving to the island of the tourney, a tournament for humans, mythical creatures, creatures, and anything, the Agreement of Odds. He was insane and handsome for a man like him. He looks the same age to when he died, a charming young man he is. He’s talented himself, he can sing really good and can compose a song for any woman he loves. After a breakup with his Ex-gf after finding out she cheated on him and stole his unreleased music and singing it to the man that the girl was cheating on, he was ballistic. He was mad and pissed, as if he wasted a lot of time on writing love songs for her, A LOT of love songs. He can woo any woman and play with their feelings if he wanted to, yet chose not too since he knew what it felt to be played around. He can write poems and sonnets under a span of 1 minute if you asked him to, he dedicates his heart to what he writes. When he was walking the streets after the breakup, he meets this woman with long spiky raven hair and a white turtleneck with long black skirt. He was still pissed, but after walking and chatting with her, he figures they were both going to the same place, a bar by the block. He learnt that she works as a special musician there which amazed him and they talk about collaborating in singing. After some weeks, he never saw her again which led him to missing her, yet going on to do the quest he was tasked by his mother. Who knows he’ll meet her again, the sweet lady he met last time. This happened before the whale incident, which indicates he was still a human when she met this mysterious lady. He’s a professional mariner and sailor by the sea. He can only play the guitar after learning how to play it when he was still a human. Most of the women loved and had a crush on him in the town he once lived before at even if he was poor. He was making money by singing and all, and by cleaning the church at night.  After joining the tournament and getting washed over by the sea of the tourney island, he meets this cyborg girl who was cocky and hyper. To him, she was very annoying. Once they got along and agreed to make an alliance, they were walking on the streets at night not until he spots someone who looked familiar to him.. This pretty lady who was holding a violin case and a closed parasol. They walked up to her and she was quite nice, he likes it.. Again, he felt familiar, her scent, her smile, and her face, yet he couldn’t wrap a finger on who it was. He just shrugged it off and became allies with her, developing a small crush on her as time went on. His way of fighting: He uses his slick words to woo the person, man or woman, whatever. Or maybe he also uses the appeal of him just a ‘weak and mere’ human being, appearing as weak and revealing as a zombie. He fights them with a large rusty machete which was meant for him and was brought with him inside the whale, and an oldschool revolver he uses. He’s skilled and can come up with a fighting strategy on spot.

Pvt. General Ivan “Eva” His statue was dedicated for a real general who used to rule the island where the tournament was always held at. He took part in everything and won every fight and war he went through with a straight and stoic face. It was slightly poorly made, the statue being officially finished made in 1932. 7 months and 3 days was all it took. Gathering of resources was hard to do, because, again, the island was poor before. Well, not until someone had to revise and recreate the islet to become better and successful and lose the title of poverty in their name. He died in the age of 31 as a human in war and in sacrifice. The living statue roams the streets and takes care of the city by night time. His soul was trapped in that special statue dedicated to him. Yes, he can move at daylight, but just stays at the stage he was supposed to be at. Despite his pale skin and military attire, he's tall and his hair color was just like that when he was born, a pale blonde color. He ruled the place with bravery and pure leadership. A historic figure the island couldn't ever forget no matter what. He joined the tourney to avenge some old soldiers he was bestfriends with, that explains his cold personality. Yes, he’s still a bachelor, no wife, no girlfriends, nothing. Just his job in patrolling and defending the island was his main thing in life. He used to be carefree and sweet, yet it all changed after this one specific war, a planned massacre from a different country. He was traumatized, so he bottled everything up to himself as time went by. He was a true gentleman himself, respecting women. He used to do those sweet ball dancing with a woman he used to love before, yet hearing the news she died had made him very lonely. As he was patrolling, he sees a group of 3. He was suspicious of them so he told the three to halt. They were pleading him to join their alliance, he just scoffs and rolls his eyes. He didnt want to join, yet their group had potential in succeeding together in battle, so he just joined. He felt irritated for the first day, but as the weeks pass by, he softened up to them and accepted them just like how they accepted him as he was welcomed as the 4th group member. He was very close to Chelle and Mariner, seeing them as new bestfriends in his life which he was happy about. His way of fighting: Well, hes the first one to approach the person who he’s going to fight. His stature and aura would make ANYONE feel uneasy. Even if he was a statue, he was quick and flexible, almost as if he was human. He can either fight with his gun or hand to hand. His fists are incredibly hard and heavy, saying that if he hits you in the head, your head will immediately bleed because of it.. Interesting..

Cloudoob “Hex” Viper: An insane hyperactive teen who’s website lover. She’s the type to love vibrant colors and the 2000′s style. She AGAIN used to be human. She was tortured and scientists took lab tests on here that were painful. They removed her ears and replaced it with some designed ones that looked like headphones, I mean, the replaced one was better, it can hear anything, even a whisper. She can adjust the volume in her head. She was also added with a USB tail, containing EVERY memory she had, pictured and videos. You can access these memories if she allows you to plug it in a laptop, yet you have to gain her trust. In her human times, age of 5,, she used to have straight black hair and she used to be calm and collected, unlike her short sharp hot pink hair and her snarky smug attitude now, Online, she’s known as a fangirl. Her green goggles are very hi-tech and can detect anything. She came with a LARGE hammer which was named HammerBot, but to her, she calls it Bottie. Bottie is the opposite of Cloud. Bottie’s a he, he was programmed to have a male AI voice which glitches. The first person she met was the Mariner and agreed to have an alliance with him after begging for God knows how much. Her whining was very annoying for Mariner, so he just gave in. IMAGE OF BOTTIE:

He can have hissy fits sometimes if Cloud does something insane or stupid. He’s mature and is the upper hand in their friendship. He is a digital hammer, the scientists who took tests on her were the ones who made it specially for her. The stickers and the designs were soon then added by Cloudoob since it fits her. Surprisingly, Bottie allowed her to do it after losing a bet they made.He can hover around and float. Her way of fighting: It comes in different ways and different tactics. Since Bottie can float, he can be of ambush to the enemy while Cloud distracts them with her annoying personality which mostly works. When she wields Bottie, she becomes stronger. They’re both digital, Cloudoob being a cyborg. The waves of energy and internet comes in between them and Cloud can be much more faster and crazier. The hit of Bottie is very painful and heavy, so becareful in pissing him off or making Cloudoob angry!

The Streetsweeper: Ah yes. Little German boy. This boy is 11 and is a HUGE ALCOHOLIC. He prefers beer a lot. His accent is very heavy. He was in poverty ever since he was 3. He knows how to defend himself, infact, hes very independent and responsible. He earns little money everyday after serving his whole soul everyday just to sweep the streets and MAN. IT’S VERY CLEAN, almost like he was born to sweep the streets. Oh yeah, since he’s a heavy drinker, he rarely gets drunk because he’s VERYYYY VERYYYYY used to it. Yep. He sometimes smokes, but he prefers drinking to keep himself stable. Sometimes, he also cleans people’s windows and resell milk from his supplier. He really is trying his best to gain money. The boy needs SOAP IN HIS MOUTH!! He cusses most of the time, mostly in his language. He knows a little of English, but he mixes English with German words and phrases. He can also sew, after learning how to do so when he was 7. He is skilled and hardworking if you do ask me. He really loves his country with full heart and would kick ass in the tourney for it. He doesn’t trust anyone after his parents died, he really doesnt. Not until he meets this one girl who was 12. She always encounters the German boy as she passes through the streets to wander to the nearest famous library. Every time he sees her wave and smile, he would snicker and mumble something bad about her under his breath then taking a sip from his beer and then going back to sweeping. The Streetsweeper then gained the courage and shouted at her for always waving and being nice to him for no reason. She just replies with a sentence that says that she just did it because it was her then she walked away. He was shocked and pretty much felt bad and decided to apologize to the girl by his age with glasses. The next day came and he gifted her 2 fresh roses he saw as he was working. He was very shy and rough when he said his sorry, it was because he wasnt used to it EVER. She forgave him and then they’d hang out. The boy was gaining a crush on her as months came. She introduced him to their group filled with contestants. He didnt trust them and still was being mad angry and pissed no matter what, but he warmed up to them soon. His way of fighting: He uses his LARGE ASS BROOM to fight. His hits are hard to dodge, he was training for this moment. He can take a ton of hits at the enemy and knocking them fainted, yet not killing him. The poor boy would just flee once they’re fainted, never to be seen ever again by the contestant who dared to fight the little German alcoholic.

Chellby Orchids: The younger sister of Chelle, 12 years old. She is observant and smart. She likes reading books, especially novels. She usually gets permission from Chelle if she could go to the local library and she was allowed. The necklace which had a heart on it was given by her mother, (WHOS STILL ALIVE), to remember as she was keeping watch of her older sister if she was doing all right. She always sends letters to her mom every month and tell what’s happening to the both of them. She’s a spectator, not a competitor. As she was walking, she always sees this streetsweeper with a bottle of beer on his hands all the time. She always gives him a small wave and smile, then continuing on to walking to the library. This encounter happens almost everyday, and the German decided to approach her and yell, her responding to him with a specific sentence to which made him shock. The next day came and she saw him again. Chellby asked what’s wrong and he immediately shoved 2 roses in her face and said sorry in German. He was flustered, yet still mad. She accepted it and always met up with the poor boy. She introduced him to the crew and she made him join. The boy she met now felt welcomed, and deep inside her, she was developing feelings for him yet chose not to say it to anyone, not even her sister.

Mr. Calamity: The wonky and silly magician! Powerful, a wizard he was. He has this company named ‘CALAMITY ENTERTAINMENT’. Yes, he was also a comedian. Well, he’s not really insane despite how he looks. He’s a goofy guy whose limbs stretch to the fullest extent and his head can fall off. Yes, you heard me right. He works a part time job in his little show company of his and killing. Hes the 50/50 of dumb and smart. He’s pretty innocent, and can sometimes be teasing. His teasing can be seen as charming to people, yet he just doesnt know what he was actually saying, like, he doesnt get it. He carries a large ass magician wand to perform tricks which he memorized from this one book which was as thick as a whole story novel and a dictionary. It’s really impressive to how he memorized some spells which were both strong and dangerous. He is a charming tall and lanky man of his age, a young man indeed. When he was walking and humming to himself, a charming sweet lady saw him and recognized him, same for the magician. They both recognized eachother since they were both famous as hell. They decided to be friends and the lady asked him if he wanted to join their squad, and he said HELL YEAHH!! Why not?  His way of fighting: He first makes his opponent see him as some spectator or staff, trying to confuse them even if the enemy knows he was lying. He tries to start a talking argument, yet he DOES have something in his sleeve, meaning he knows what he was doing. And with his hands behind his back, he performs a magic trick of whatever to the person, duelling them mid-talk.

I HOPE U GUYS LIKE MY OCS!! U GUYS CAN ASK THEM QUESTIONS OR DRAW THEM IF YOU WANT, THEY’RE FROM MY OWN OCT!!!

BAI BAI

[spoofaloofa]

ooooo (not including years for anonymity purposes but this is in order)

-> FNAF was the first fandom I joined. Basic ik 😔 I never actually got really into it so if you ask me about the lore I will not be able to tell you 90% of it.

-> Okay I didn’t start doing fandom stuff online until about 2 months ago but I learned of its existence around this time so I’m gonna pop Descendants here. GOD I remember being so hyped for D3 and going to watch it with my squad of friends as a leaving party for one of them 😭 Night Falls, Its Goin’ Down, Chillin’ like a Villain and Whats My Name still hit hard. They have earned their spot in my musical playlist. (Also, I am proud to say I have been a Jaylos shipper since the womb. Although only recently did I consider Jarrlos. Back then I didn’t know polyamory existed)

-> BTS was a hell of a journey. Actually I don’t even know if this counts because I never interacted with the fandom online I just did a whole bunch of stuff to do with it with a small circle of friends.

-> Same with BTS, I never did anything online to do with Warrior Cats until way later in my life. So I ain’t sure if this counts but yeah Warrior Cats was a MASSIVE part of my life for ages omg. They could never make me hate you Hollyleaf

-> I didn’t play my first proper Pokemon game until maybe… 6 years ago? Before that I played Pokemon Legends (the fangame that came before Legends Arceus, which funnily enough also focused on Arceus) to DEATH. My Typhlosion was like level 112. It was insane. And I remember fixating on getting a 3Ds to play my first real pokemon game (Which would be Pokemon Sun) for SO LONG it was like the No.1 thing that mattered. I remember coming out of a SURGERY and immediately thinking and talking about Pokemon Sun to my parents. It was crazy. And when I finally got it it DID NOT DISAPPOINT AT ALL. Still my favourite Pokemon game of all time <3

-> MHA …yeah. I actually dk how well the fandom is doing these days but when I was in it it was. Undesirable to say the least.

-> Harry Potter. Okay this is a really problematic series but I still enjoy the story 😭 This is probably where I REALLY started getting deep into fandom culture. Quotev my beloved. You’re a real one for having 12 billion “YOUR HOGWARTS STORY *LONG RESULTS*” quizzes. Love ya (Past me was so real for being a Fred and George fan since the beginning of time. Am ashamed to say I had a Draco Malfoy phase though.)

-> Okay I am not making myself look any better with the X-Men (And Marvel in general). Peter Maximoff my beloved ily ily ily augeuegehhsjrb. Also Loki. What kind of user on tumblr would I be if I didn’t like Loki

-> HERE IT COMES….. Lord of the Rings. BUT I NEVER READ THE BOOKS. Am I a fake fan 😔 /j And what kind of self respecting soul would I be if I didn’t absolutely fold for Thranduil. BSHSHSHSJ IM SORRY I SEE LEE PACE AND I CRUMBLE TO BITS

-> The QSMP. I have no clue how I managed to do this without knowing any of the DSMP lore????? I mean I never really learned the lore of the QSMP anyways I just liked the characters 😭 If you somehow can find my old shadowbanned acc you’ll see some Foolish/Badboy doodles

-> And here it is folks, the grand entrance of the beloved: Octonauts! The very thing that brought me to Tumblr. I was getting into marine biology and I caught myself thinking of this show again and I thought “Ykw? Lets rewatch it. For nostalgia purposes” and then boom I have an emotional attachment to a pirate cat and his green rabbit friend. Its insane. This fandom is one of the best I have ever had the pleasure of being in. Everyone here is so sweet and talented and although there are few of us there is still so much content???? Its so insane y’all are dedicated frfr.

-> I think it was around this time when I started watching every single Wes Anderson movie I could get my hands on. Does this count as a fandom???? 😭

-> Phighting got me back into Roblox no doubt about that. But idk what even happened to make me stop playing I think I just. Lost interest 😭

-> GRISHAVERSE. I love this series to death words cannot explain how much I adore this series. Its such a masterpiece I love the absolutely insane amounts of symbolism in this that is tucked into corners of the book like literally everywhere no matter where you look. Its insane. Leigh is a wizard. Countless nights spent going “Just one more chapter” only to get an insane plot twist thrown at me. And then before I know it the book is finished 😭 Also I am 100% head over heels for Jesper Fahey and Nikolai Lantsov there is no two ways about it

-> I was pretty into One Piece for a while. I never actually got that far into it tho (Episode 50 around?) I practically spoiled the entire series for myself though so 😭 But Sanji ily bbg you’re still my favourite chef character like. ever.

oh dear god

-> LOST has absolutely taken over my life. And I’m not even done with the series 😭 Im on season 3 rn and my god this show is fken brilliant. My mum introduced it to me when I asked her what the weirdest thing she’s ever watched was (I think I know what she means now) and I just. Absolutely fell flat on the floor because the pilot episodes are so fking good its so insane???? They instantly draw you in its crazy. The amount of times I have finished watching an episode with my jaw on the floor is not okay. I honestly cannot imagine watching this when it first aired because I think I would lose my mind waiting for the next episode 😭 Every single main character has a very special slot in the brain because they are all so. So very cool (Or maybe they are little weirdos. Which is good too) oh I physically need to hug Desmond Hume by the way I love that man so much aurguageuaguageuahgehdg,,, So far I’ve transmitted the Lost virus to one (1) other person (my best friend) so far and she’s losing her mind over Locke and Sawyer. She’s a real one for that. Another friend told me that if I watch Book of Mormon and ATLA I shall be repaid in Lost watching which is a hell of a deal. Oh also my homeroom teacher heard me talking about Lost and he was so shocked that I knew what it was and when he asked me for my favourite character and I answered with Desmond his face immediately turned into complete unsurprise (is that a word?) and he said very slowly and critically “Of course you like the Scottish man, you patriot”

-> I’ve lately been really into musical theatre, but my favourite has GOT to be Newsies. Every SINGLE one of the songs are bangers and all the characters are amazing. Special shoutout to Racetrack Higgins and Katherine Pulitzer my beloveds.

okay I’ll shut up now 😭

No tags. Open to anyone who wants to join in :P

Okay, i'm finally posting this

: ✦ What fandoms were most influential in you throughout your life?

((For me:))

🌙-2013

• PowerPuff Girls

• Bendy and the Ink Machine

• FNAF HS

• Eddsworld

• Hamilton

• Invasor Zim

• Henry Stickmin

• Cookie Run Kingdom

• Los Pilines/un SMP mas

✨-2024

LOVELY MUTUALS AND RANDOM PEOPLE I TAG TO DO THIS TOO BC YES

@anonymoosen @aceisew @ghoul-ish-art @spaceboibrainrot @sandman-0-zzz @laazytoaster @bonbon-rumbling @strawowoberry @momo-roo @circusfreakk @theautumnaldemon @verm1c1de @bonbon-rumbling @aroflowey @crazyufokid @nichiperi @deb-neb @felis-xd

[hermywolf]

this fandom is so unironically unhinged i swear to god evertime i leave for a bit to hyperfixate on something else i come back and i’m reminded how weird everyone is here. i’ll log in and see a post that says ‘cas wants to literally eat dean’s dick and dean is into it’ and then the next post is just a picture of dean with the caption ‘oughoughouhgou im peeing myself babygirl i want to put you on a grill and roll you in hay’ its like we were a relatively normal bunch of people that got left to marinate in a jar for 12 years with the most batshit show ever created and now there’s some unexplicable gay hallucinogetic mushrooms growing in here and everyone’s insane

[charliemack]

CONSUMED

A Terror Sci-Fi AU  |  Part of The Terror Big Bang 2022

Featuring artwork by @oughtnots​

The remains of the Discovery Ship Terebus are found in a region of space where they’re not supposed to be. A region of space where nothing is supposed to be.

Per navy protocol the ship has consumed itself in an attempt to generate enough power to keep the crew - locked in stasis - alive until they can be rescued. After over twenty years there’s almost nothing left of it. Only seven pods out of 24 remain.

Seven men, trapped inside their dreams.

Stasis is meant as measure of last-resort to hold out a few weeks. Months at most. Not decades. After so long the minds inside those bodies might be empty. They might be insane.

If the truth of what went wrong with the Terebus and its mission is ever going to become known, someone will have to try to coax the survivors back into the waking world. A trusted friend. A kind and handsome face.

Sir James Clark Ross is an old man now, and fragile. Fate has given him one final chance to save the friends who sailed away without him into the dark, all those years ago. He has to try.

34,567 words  |  Rated M for horror, violence, and character deaths

Read it on AO3

Tags & info below the cut

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

The Terror (TV 2018)

Relationships:

Francis Crozier/James Clark Ross

Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Ann Coulman Ross/James Clark Ross

Francis Crozier/Ann Coulman Ross/James Clark Ross

Graham Gore/Henry T. D. Le Vesconte

John Bridgens/Henry "Harry" Peglar

John Irving/Solomon Tozer

William Gibson/Cornelius Hickey

Characters:

Harry D. S. Goodsir

James Clark Ross

Lady Silence | Silna (The Terror)

Ann Coulman Ross

Thomas Jopson

John Bridgens

Netsilik Shaman | Silna's Father (The Terror)

Edward Little (1811-c.1848)

John Franklin (1786-1847)

James Fitzjames (1813-c.1848)

Francis Crozier

Graham Gore

Henry T. D. Le Vesconte

Henry Foster Collins

William Gibson (1823-c.1848)

Edmund Hoar

Thomas Armitage

Thomas Blanky

John Irving (1815-c.1848)

George Henry Hodgson

Stephen S. Stanley

Solomon Tozer

Henry "Harry" Peglar

William Heather (1810-c.1848)

Cornelius Hickey

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Space

Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies

Doomed Expedition

Dreams and Nightmares

Androids

android stewards specifically

Cyborgs

cyborg marines specifically

The Royal Navy

IN SPACE!

Exploration

Adventure

Horror

unreality

Established Relationship

Developing Relationship

Trans Character

Non-Linear Narrative

Orange Catholic Bible

Kobayashi Maru

Jopson wants to be a Real Boy

Cornelius Hickey the murderous AI

Endgame Fitzier

Endgame Rossier?

Ann Coulman is a delight

Edward Little and his thousand certifications

Goreconte but make it sad

Like - REALLY sad

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

I know Shoma and Marin have been dating (or at least be very close friends) for a couple years now (it's been an open secret amongst his and her fans in Japan lol- but for Marin it's the fans who follow her as a skater, not a celebrity), but I'm still so surprised (and proud!) at Shoma's official announcement. He's grown so much, and I love how protective he is with people he love the most. I wish him and Marin all the happiness <3 Hopefully fans will be less critical and leave them alone.

I wholeheartedly agree with you. ❤️

Tbh Marin and Shoma dating is not a surprise to most fans. There have been tweets before by ppl that have seen them in public together on supposedly dates. I was surprised however at the official confirmation just like you, but just like I said before I wish they wouldn't have been cornered to make that announcement by media releasing pictures of them. Shoma and Marin are dealing well with it, but that doesn't make the moves by the media any less critical. And also even if not meant with malicious intent I also think those fans posting about them dating before are to be criticized. It's not our business to out them. Shoma and Marin are not idols, but athletes and they deserve their privacy.

One thing that irks me a bit in the matter is that the news of Shoma and Marin dating got really lots of engagement on the Japanese and English fandom (and I don't mean the negative engagement for various reasons) and seems to be of more interest than Shoma winning Worlds. Makes me question how much ppl really care for the sport or Shoma's and Marin's skating.

(Just for example look at this tweet https://twitter.com/livedoornews/status/1571363603055521792?t=H2hglVmiBEKIz8rzFosODQ&s=19 > it's insane)

But maybe it's only me who still doesn't know why it's that important who dates who. I just wish everyone to find their happiness with whome or in what way is to each their own and none of my business.

I really hope Shoma and Marin will get a bit more privacy but I fear the opposite.

This reply got much longer than it should have, sorry 😅 (maybe "I agree with you" would have been enough 😂)

[relax-and-read-on]

FINALLY ANOTHER MAGNUS/PERTY SHIPPER. I was starting to think I was the only one, the fandom is sleeping so hard on these two.

HELLO BESTYYYY

Seriously drop in my DM it's so lonely on the Pert/Mag raft ToT

To lure you out, here, a few headcanons about my two nerdy disaster

- Perturabo, in any and all scenario, is ALWAYS the first one to get a crush. Always. He see this brilliant, unique red man, who defie everyone to be himself, who love knowledge and magic, who is totally unique among the brothers and give no fuck?!? Ofc he's smited. Heart? Snatched.

- The fact that Magnus actually recognise his talents and will 100% praise him for what he do??? Pure crack cocaine for Pert brain. Shit, he could have probably just twirled his red hair at him and go "actually I think you should lower your casuality rate Brother! I know you can do it, your so smart!" And just bat his eyelashes. Pert would have found a way to never loose a single space marine ever again.

- Perturabo has a praise kink. Magnus has a worship complex. This work in a perfect feedback loop. Perty gift something/do something for Magnus, who feel flattered and get a massive ego boost, and praise Pert, who now has the NEED to do MORE to get MORE PRAISE...

-UST. So much fucking ust, it's ridiculous. Perturabo has big virgin incel energy, and Magnus was never preoccupied by matter of the flesh before. They would dance around each other for YEARS. Fulgrim is watching from the sideline and going insane.

-After the heresy, they stay close, maybe even closer than before. For fuck sake, they get 10 000 years of eternity to spend in the warp, and both are high key depressed. Ofc they are gonna continue with the UST. At this point Snake-Fulgrim is probably just feeding on the blue balls energy they exude.

-If they ever get somewhere, Magnus has to do the first step. Confession, kiss- anything, really. He does do the first step, and very timidly, Pert follow. Their relationship, especially early one, would be tender af.

-Pert is not a reasonable guy. At all. Magnus mention. Exactly ONCE (1) that the Golden Palace on Terra is kinda neat? "I can build you a better palace on Propero. Bigger too. Rogal has no concept of design yes it is perfectly acceptable to build a palace the size of a montain range for my bf to show off to my Mortal Enemy Magnus stop laughing >:("

-Touch starved Pert!! And magnus is a lil shit, and 100% use that fact. If he wants to get his way, he will gently massage the base of his skull, and watch pert melt into a puddle.

-Their legions mesh... Surprisingly well?!? There's something to be said about laying siege when you have a bunch of wizard helping you, or having actual competant hand to hand fighter protecting your ass when your doing some fancy ritual.

-Just. Pert picking up Magnus like a bag of Potato every time his beloved idiot gets too prideful and just HAS to have The Last Word with Leman... Magnus would never admit it, but he started taking a smaller form around Pert, because he like being enveloped by his huge ass arms.

God I could continue for DAYS with them lmao.

[drades-lair]

BlitzxStriker-baby chronicles

Fandom: helluva boss

Rating: T for swearing

Pairings: BlitzoxStriker

Notes: Blitz and Striker might be a little OOC in some fics.

These are a series of one shots about Striker and Blitz raising their new baby.

No Mpreg was involved in these fics.

What do you think?

 Blitz and Striker sat on the couch in the apartment casually watching TV while munching on some takeout food. Blitz was sitting cross legged on the couch while Striker sat with his legs stretched out on the table the duo had about a week of no jobs leaving them plenty of time together. Blitz shoveled another mouthful of food into his face, looking over at Striker briefly a question remerged in Blitz’s brain that had been marinating there for a while now causing Blitz to throw a downcast look at his takeout container.

“Hmm, somethin’ wrong darlin’?” Striker asked arching an eyebrow upon noticing his mate’s look.

“Uh…well…not wrong really…” Blitz trailed off

“Then what?” Striker persisted

“I-I have a question…and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about…what I want to ask,” Blitz stammered a little as he started rubbing the back of his neck, a habit Striker was used to seeing when Blitz was nervous.

“Ya know Ya can ask me anthin’ sugar,” Striker assured Blitz

“I know…alright…how would you feel about adopting a kid?” Blitz nervously asked, tone lowering as he actually spat out the question. Striker’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened, completely taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Ya want another kid?” Striker retorted

“Don’t get it twisted, I love Loony but…I always felt a little…disappointed that I missed out on her younger years,” Blitz admitted keeping his gaze firmly averted from Strikers.

“Blitz…I don’t know about this…I don’t think I’d be much of a dad,” Striker stated taking his turn to avert his gaze to the ground.

“Really? I think you’d make a great dad,” Blitz reassured Striker with a smile finally turning to look at his mate.

Striker went extremely quiet for a long while, staring at the floor with a solemn look on his face as he contemplated what Blitz was suggesting. Striker knew Blitz’s desire for a family after all it’s why he really started IMP to begin with and if Striker was being perfectly honest, he always wondered what it would be like to be a dad, but…he feared doing something wrong after all he’d never raised a child. A gentle hand cupping his cheek pulled Striker from his thoughts as Blitz crawled onto his lap, straddling the pale imp’s hips as the city imp wore a warm yet slightly concerned smile on his face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t realize this question would break you,” Blitz chuckled as Striker placed his hands on Blitz’s hips.

“Nah, that’s not it. Ya do realize Yer askin’ a lot of me, right?” Striker pointed out with a heavy sigh

“I know…but why do you think you’d be such a terrible dad?” Blitz asked

“Blitz, I’m not exactly a gentle guy. I’m set in my ways and I’m gruff…it’s not exactly the personality one wants around children,” Striker explained

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit…when we’re together your plenty gentle and you care about me.” Blitz pointed out as he started lovingly kissing along Striker’s jaw down his neck.

“Hmm, Ya have more faith in me then I do,” Striker retorted, tilting his head to allow Blitz better access to his neck.

“Kind of my job as your mate,” Blitz chuckled continuing to kiss to Striker’s nape where he paused at the mating mark he’d placed there.

“Humph, Ya do realize raisin’ a kid is a big task. It’s not like raisin’ a teenager like Loona,” Striker pointed out.

“I know that…I think we can do it though,” Blitz confidently declared leaning back slightly to smile wide. Striker released a deep sigh of defeat then gave a little crooked smile to Blitz.

“Alright, darlin’, but no babies,” Striker insisted

“Nah, not really looking to raise a baby,” Blitz agreed then leaned in for a loving kiss with his mate.

 The Adoption

 Blitz was starting to drive Striker insane with this adoption thing thus when a job came up, he was grateful to leave for a week or two. Striker still had his reserves about the whole thing which weren’t helping either but regardless tomorrow he’d be headed back to his giddy mate for another round of appointments to go see kids Blitz had lined up. Laying on top of the blankets on the crappy wire motel room bed with one arm behind his head Striker texted Blitz letting him know he’d be on the way early tomorrow morning. Blitz responded rather quickly with a smile emoji that made Striker roll his eyes but also elicited a grin, another text showed up asking what they should have for dinner. Striker was about to respond when he heard a thud come from the room next door, his immediate conclusion was a couple getting it on especially in a shitty place like this but when a woman screamed Striker was immediately put on edge. Texting Blitz quickly Striker told his mate he’d be right back then placed his phone on the bed as he stood up, grabbing his pistol from the bedside table. A door slammed followed by the sound of quick foot falls heading away from Striker’s room, glancing out the smudged window through the broken blinds Striker noted 3 figures currently high tailing it down the stairs at the end of the balcony of the floor his along with several other rooms were situated on.

Striker left his room cautiously, instantly seeing the room they must have come from as the door of the room right next door to his was slightly ajar. Carefully Striker nudged the door open revealing a bloody sight, on the floor was an imp woman who’d been bludgeoned to death. Blood coated the motel room from floor to ceiling, Striker holstered his pistol although he felt sorry for this woman in the end it wasn’t his concern nor was there anything he could do now thus he turned to leave when another noise caught his attention. A small, muffled cry rang out in the quiet of the night, Striker turned back into the motel room glancing around trying to pinpoint where the cry was coming from…the kitchen. Striker headed into the small dingy kitchen realizing the cry was coming from a cabinet, opening the door his eyes went wide and he was taken aback. Laying bundled in a blanket stained with blood was a baby imp, not just any baby imp though…this little one looked like Striker. The imp was pale in complexion exactly like Striker, a serpent imp except instead of yellow eyes it had giant crimson eyes…they cried with their little hands reaching out seeking comfort, gently Striker reached down and scooped up the little one into his arms, cradling it against his chest as he glanced once more at the mother’s body.

Striker knew the baby wouldn’t survive if he left it and handing it over to anyone in this area was a bad idea in general, so he took the baby back to his room. Striker placed the child on his bed then checked his hell phone realizing there was about six text messages from Blitz wondering what was happening, Striker responded telling Blitz it was fine but that he had a surprise for when he got home tomorrow. Not bothering to see Blitz’s response Striker turned his attention to the baby currently cooing softly on his bed, checking the little one for wounds luckily finding none before cleaning…him up.

 …

 The next day…

Striker arrived home in the afternoon dropping his duffle on the floor next to the door, toeing off his boots then closing said door when Blitz came out of the bedroom. Blitz’s cheery smile swiftly fell as he furrowed his brows into a confused expression upon seeing Striker cradling a tiny bundle in his arms.

“Um…what’s that?” Blitz inquired pointing at the bundle.

“The surprise…” Striker trailed off as he gently unraveled the blanket to reveal the tiny baby boy.

“Huh? Did…did you steal a baby?” Blitz questioned in a serious tone

“NO! His mother was killed in the room next to mine last night…I-I couldn’t just leave him there,” Striker stammered averting his gaze from Blitz.

“Oh…wait…does this mean…?” Blitz hesitantly trailed off

“Why do Ya think I brought him home?” Striker retorted returning his gaze to Blitz

Blitz’s face lit up with joy as he gently reached out to take the baby from Striker, cradling the sleeping little one in his arms. Striker leaned down to open his duffle revealing a couple bags of baby supplies he’d picked up on the way home. Grabbing one of the bags he headed to the kitchen to put the supplies away as well as make up a bottle for the baby. Upon returning Striker found Blitz sitting on the couch with the baby, rocking it gently as he watched TV.

“He’s gonna need a name,” Striker stated as he sat down next to Blitz, handing the bottle over.

“Yeah, any ideas?” Blitz prompted as he put the bottle’s nipple to the baby’s lips which he took and began to suckle.

“What about…Damian,” Striker snickered

“No, we are not naming him after a demonic child in a human film,” Blitz retorted, narrowing his eyes and puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

“Ha-ha, I was jokin’ darlin’…how’s about…Kaiden?” Striker chuckled

“Hmm…I like that, Kaiden…” Blitz trailed off looking down at the baby in his arms.

“Alright, Kaiden it is,” Striker declared

“By the way I thought we agreed no babies,” Blitz teased being partially serious but partially joking.

“We did…apparently somethin’ else had other ideas,” Striker confirmed in a matter-of-fact way.

Blitz chuckled then settled back with the baby so they could watch TV together.

Late nights

Striker awoke to the sound of their new little one crying, blinking against the haze of sleep he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, squinting at the bright screen when it turned on. The home screen revealed the time to be 1:15 in the morning causing him to groan while running a hand over his face as he sat up, white hair sticking in all directions. Blitz was snoring beside Striker making the pale imp smile sleepily before slipping from the bed, pulling on a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants over his boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in. Moving out of the bedroom he headed to the living room where they had the baby’s crib set up next to the television, clicking on the small lamp that sat by the crib revealing the crying little imp. Leaning over the crib Striker shushed the little one, scooping Kaiden into his arms then pulling the baby boy against his chest while walking towards the kitchen to make a bottle.

Striker leaned against the counter gently patting Kaiden on the back as he waited for the bottle to warm up, trying to keep the little one from crying because Blitz had been working double shifts the last few days along with helping with the baby. Striker didn’t want Blitz waking up on the one night he had to rest unfortunately Kaiden wasn’t being cooperative, fussing more then usual until Striker released an unintentional nervous rattle from his tail. Kaiden stopped fussing to look at Striker’s tail that had coiled around to his right-side hovering midair, shivering at the end producing the sound. Repositioning Kaiden so he was cradled in Striker’s one arm he hovered his tail above the little imp and created the unique rattling noise he’d learned to do when he was but a child himself. Kaiden cooed happily as his little hands reached for the appendage although Striker assured to keep it just out of reach, he as well as blitz had already learned that babies and tails don’t mix.

Once the bottle was finished heating Striker picked it up then moved back to the couch making sure to close the bedroom door on the way by. Settling on the couch the pale imp leaned back with Kaiden cradled in one arm as he began to feed the little one who made happy little coos. Propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch Striker started humming an absent tune. Once Kaiden finished the bottle Striker put the bottle on the coffee table, repositioned the baby onto his shoulder to burp him then walked over to the crib to change him before settling the little one back down. Striker didn’t leave simply settled back on the couch with his phone to make sure Kaiden fell asleep, fully intending on going back to the bedroom once their baby was back asleep however Striker didn’t make it there. Striker closed his eyes while waiting for Kaiden to fall asleep and instead fell asleep himself, chin tipped to his chest and arms crossed over his chest.

Kaiden slept till the early morning when Blitz emerged from the bedroom with a long stretch and a loud yawn. Blitz smiled warmly at seeing Striker asleep on the couch as he made his way over to the crib to see Kaiden just waking up with a little yawn. Blitz picked the little one up before he could start fussing and went to make two coffees as well as a bottle for Kaiden. Rocking Kaiden gently as Blitz waited for the drinks to be ready a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist followed by Striker’s chin coming to rest on Blitz’s shoulder.

“Mornin’ Darlin’, sleep well?” Striker sleepily asked placing a kiss to Blitz’s cheek.

“I did but apparently you didn’t…why didn’t you wake me up to help with the baby?” Blitz asked turning to acknowledge Striker’s sleepy expression.

“Wasn’t necessary, besides it was the first night Ya had to sleep in over a week,” Striker explained keeping his hands on Blitz’s hips as the other imp turned to face him, thumbs rubbing lightly over Blitz’s skin just above his pants waistband.

“Still…” Blitz trailed off looking down at Kaiden

“Blitz, I know Ya raised Loona by Yer self but that’s not how it is anymore…Yer not alone anymore,” Striker assured his mate, tapping their foreheads together as he nuzzled lightly against Blitz’s face.

“Yeah…I guess,” Blitz chuckled lightly

“Now, let me get the coffees while you get the bottle,” Striker stated as he gently pushed Blitz to the side to gain access to the counter where the coffee was brewing.

The three settled on the couch with Blitz feeding little Kaiden while Striker sipped his coffee, setting Blitz’s coffee on the table. Flicking on the TV they watched for a while till Kaiden was napping in Blitz’s arms.

“So…I’ve been meaning to bring this up…” Blitz began as he trailed off

“What’s that, Sugar?” Striker asked in acknowledgment

“Well, I think it’s clear but…we’re going to need a bigger place, this place is fine while Kaiden is little but once he get’s bigger…” Blitz trailed off

“I was thinkin’ about that myself…it’s expensive in the city…” Striker trailed off

“Yeah, I know…but maybe if we save up for a bit…” Blitz hung his head as he thought about how much they’d need to save just to afford a small apartment.

“Blitz…I may have the solution, wait here,” Striker stood from the couch heading for the bedroom instantly drawing Blitz’s attention, arching an eyebrow curiously. Striker came back a short time later handing a picture to Blitz who furrowed his brow in confusion as he took it. The picture was of a cabin style house in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

“What’s this?” Blitz asked curiously

“Potentially our new place, I…I built it about 3 years ago,” Striker explained settling back on the couch next to Blitz.

“You…built this? Wow, where is it? Is it big enough?” Blitz asked

“It’s only about 2 hours outside the city and it’s got 3 rooms, so it’d be perfect for us,” Striker answered

“Only 2 hours from the city, that means I’d still be able to run IMP. This is perfect.” Blitz happily exclaimed looking up at Striker with the biggest grin across his face.

“So, we’re movin’?” Striker wondered

“Yes, we’ll start setting things up to move immediately,” Blitz confirmed trying to keep his excitement to a minimum to not wake their napping little one.

“Alright Darlin’, I’ll not take jobs for a little while to get us moved,” Striker chuckled settling back against the couch to watch TV with his mate and baby.

  Introductions

 Three weeks had passed since Striker had brought home Kaiden yet between working, taking care of Kaiden and now prepping to move Blitz hadn’t had any time to tell anyone. Thus, you can imagine the all-around shock when Striker came to the IMP office with some fast food that Blitz had requested for lunch carrying Kaiden. There was a string of questions that followed Striker as he pushed passed the 3 simply wanting to get to Blitz’s office with the food, setting it on his desk as the office swiftly became crowded. Blitz realized immediately that he’d never told anyone about Kaiden and rubbed a hand over his tired face earning him a sympathetic look from Striker, although he’d tried to stay in imp city or nearby most of Striker’s jobs had been out of town meaning he’d be gone for a week or so leaving Blitz alone with the baby as well as his own work.  

“When did you have a baby? How did you have a baby?” Moxxie inquired pointing to Striker almost accusingly. Striker’s expression turned to an exasperated irritated one, an eyebrow arched as he frowned at the little imp.

“Are Ya serious? Plus, why would Ya assume it was me?” Striker asked

“Because it looks most like you,” Moxxie stated using that irritating logical tone

“We didn’t have a baby…look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys,” Blitz briefly stated with exhaustion lacing his tone.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me? I think I should have been the first considering it’s practically my sibling,” Loona irritably asked, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.

“We’ve been a lil busy,” Striker stated clearly getting more irritated by the minute at the lack of sympathy for Blitz.

“Alright! That’s enough!” Millie suddenly spoke up, climbing up onto Blitz’s desk earning her surprised looks from the entire room.

“Mills?” Blitz questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Everyone back off a bit can’t Yall see Blitz is clearly exhausted, poor thing has probably been run off his feet,” Millie pointed out drawing the groups attention towards Blitz and for the first time they actually noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how he seemed rather subdued compared to his usual personality.

“Appreciate that Mildred,” Striker acknowledged moving around the desk to place a hand on his mate’s shoulder.

“No problem, now let me see that baby,” Millie cooed with a big smile, tapping her way across the desk.

Striker nodded gently unwrapping Kaiden further to allow Millie a better look at the little one, she squealed quietly as she reached out to take him. Everyone was now watching Millie with questioning looks.

“What?” Millie asked turning to Loona and Moxxie.

“Why are you so giddy?” Loona asked.

“I have several younger siblin’s and I used to love takin’ care of them when they were babies,” Millie explained

“Anyway…Official introductions I suppose, we adopted? Found? I don’t know! A baby, his names Kaiden,” Blitz awkwardly introduced

“What do Ya mean Ya found him?” Millie inquired

“I found ‘im, we were already talkin’ about adoptin’ but while I was on a job in the room next to mine an imp woman got ‘er self killed. I found the baby squirreled away in a kitchen cabinet, I couldn’t leave him there,” Striker explained

“Was she similar to you?” Moxxie inquired referring to how the baby looked.

“No, she looked like a normal city imp.” Striker answered simply

“Serpent imps aren’t exactly common, it’s ironic Ya found this little one,” Millie stated with a chuckle

“Loonie, you want to come say hi to your little brother?” Blitz asked gesturing to Kaiden in Millie’s arms.

Loona awkwardly approached not sure how to act around a baby, taking a sniff once close enough. Kaiden locked his big crimson eyes on Loona’s ears as they wiggled causing him to giggle, his little hands fisting in the air towards them. Loona couldn’t help the little smile that crossed her lips, shaking her head she pulled back with a firm scowl back on her features.

“Whatever, guess he’s cute. I don’t baby sit though,” Loona firmly stated

“Well, while you’re all here there’s one more thing, I want you to know. We’re moving!” Blitz announced as he stood up.

“Moving? Where?” Millie asked curiously, gently bouncing Kaiden in her arms.

“Only a couple hours outside Imp city so I’ll still be running IMP, it’s just a bigger place,” Blitz explained practically beaming.

“Good for the two of Ya,” Millie smiled back when Kaiden started to fuss.

“He’s probably hungry,” Blitz stated reaching into one of his desk drawers to pull out a premade bottle.

Millie gently passed Kaiden to Blitz who cradled him, offering the bottle which the little one took happily. Striker stood right beside Blitz a little protectively, the large group of individuals in the room had him feeling a little agitated. Millie smiled as she noticed Striker being protective of Blitz and Kaiden then moved closer to Moxxie and Loona.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to work,” Millie encouraged, flipping her hands in a shooing gesture.

“Yeah, yeah,” Loona groused

Moxxie helped Millie down from the desk as they left together, closing Blitz’s office door behind them so that Blitz and Striker could have some privacy with Kaiden. Alone now Striker calmed a bit, moving to lay out their food so they could eat once Kaiden was finished. Blitz rubbed his eyes wearily as he ate earning a worried look from Striker.

“How’s about after we’re done eatin’, I take Ya home,” Striker suggested

“I still have work to do,” Blitz stated in an exhausted tone

“It can wait sugar, yer exhausted,” Striker worriedly encouraged

“I guess…I could leave it for Moxxie to do,” Blitz decided finishing his lunch.

“Good, come on Darlin’,” Striker smiled, cradling Kaiden as Blitz followed him out of the office heading to the parking lot where Bombproof was waiting.

  Growing Pains

 Blitz awoke with a groan as the sound of Kaiden crying radiated from down the hall, clumsily grabbing his phone off the bedside table he squinted at the bright screen, 2:15 in the morning. Groaning again Blitz ran a hand over his face after putting his phone back on the bedside table.

“Striker?” Blitz slurred slightly in his sleepy haze

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Striker responded in a groggy voice

Blitz started slipping from the bed as Striker sat up while running a hand through his messy white hair before following Blitz’s lead in getting out of bed. The duo slipped on some pajama pants then headed down the short hallway to the second room that was Kaiden’s. They’d managed to finally get moved into the cabin giving the three of them much more space not to mention Kaiden his own room. The cabin was completely made from wood with two rooms down this hallway in the back along with the bathroom, a trap door in the roof that led to the third loft room, a gally style kitchen was pretty much right off the front door next to a closet and the living area was right across from the kitchen. Blitz pushed open the door to Kaiden’s room with Striker following close behind as they moved towards his crib, Blitz scooping the little one up as he cried.

“He’s barely slept tonight,” Striker commented, placing a hand on Blitz’s hip as he stood right beside him looking down at Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“I know…we’ve tried everything though and he just barely gets to sleep before waking back up. Do you think there’s something wrong?” Blitz asked with clear worry lacing his tone.

“He’s not feverish and he’s not coughing or sneezing…everything seems normal except he won’t stay asleep,” Striker noted

“There’s no way he’s hungry…Ouch!” Blitz exclaimed after letting Kaiden put his finger in his mouth.

“What?” Striker asked, arching a brow in confusion at his mate’s sudden exclamation.

“Huh? Oh, I-I think he’s teething,” Blitz concluded looking in Kaiden’s mouth after being bitten

“Teethin’? Oh, that would explain a lot,” Striker stated

The duo took their little one into the living room with Blitz settling on the couch with Kaiden as Striker went to the kitchen, making coffee for him and Blitz while grabbing a kitchen towel and putting some ice cubes in it. Blitz rocked Kaiden in his arms when the little one’s tail came around twitching irritably, gently caressing down the little appendage Blitz discovered there were a few red marks near it’s base. Striker came around placing Blitz’s coffee on the table while handing the towel with ice to Blitz instructing him to let Kaiden suck on it.

“Okay, um…look at this,” Blitz stated, showing Kaiden’s tail to Striker while gently giving the ice filled towel to Kaiden who sucked happily. Striker took a look easily noticing the little red marks causing him to furrow his brow in question, running his thumb over them revealed there were little bumps.

“Hmm, not sure…he might have caught it,” Striker assumed

“Maybe…where did you learn the ice thing?” Blitz wondered as he watched Kaiden relax as he sucked on the ice filled towel.

“I remember my father doing it for me, I was a late teether,” Striker chuckled

“Oh, well it seems to be working,” Blitz chuckled in turn

After hours of crying Kaiden finally settled down to get some sleep allowing the two tired imps to also get some sleep. Morning broke far too soon for both Blitz and Striker’s liking, but they had to get up to check on Kaiden who at first seemed fine however upon closer inspection Blitz noticed some blood stains around the crib.

“Fuck! I think he’s bleeding!” Blitz exclaimed pulling Kaiden from the crib which instantly revealed not only where the blood was coming from but an explanation to Kaiden being so cranky.

“What the…are those…spines?” Striker asked after having come to Blitz’s side rather swiftly upon hearing their baby could be bleeding. Kaiden had small amounts of blood trickling down his arms, tail and back all originating from spines that had protruded from his skin. The small bumps from the night before on his tail near the base had erupted into several triangular spines like Striker’s own, just above each elbow a little pointed black spine had also emerged and finally two black spines had emerged right between his shoulder blades. Kaiden at this point from being jostled around started to cry making Blitz feel a little guilty as he was pretty sure it was because he’d moved the little one two quickly leading to some discomfort.

“I’m sorry…Sshh,” Blitz apologized as he shushed the little imp who he pulled into his chest.

“Huh, guess with the teethin’ that’s why he was so upset last night,” Striker concluded with a sympathetic look to their little one.

Blitz nodded in agreement as he headed out of Kaiden’s room towards the bathroom with Striker in toe so they could clean Kaiden up. After the little one was clean, they took Kaiden to the living room to be fed while Striker and Blitz settled in to watch some crap TV for a little while before hopefully putting Kaiden down for a nap so they could get a little more sleep as well.

  Judgment

 Kaiden started to grow quickly making it easier for Striker and Blitz to take him out mostly on shopping trips but still it was better then being couped up in the house all the time. Walking through the store Striker picked up the items they needed while Blitz held Kaiden who looked around in amazement at everything and everyone. Striker at one point remembered something from a previous isle they’d forgotten thus he told Blitz to stay put while he went to retrieve it which Blitz did, looking at the magazine’s when an all too familiar yet unwanted voice rang out from behind him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Blitzo!” Verosika’s voice chimed

“Oh shit! Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here whore?” Blitz groused with a little wince as he turned to see the succubus walking right for him.

“Eeww, what the fuck is that?” Verosika scowled upon seeing Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“It’s a baby you bitch!” Blitz retorted, pulling Kaiden just a little closer.

“Seriously, first the hound now…whatever that is? Aren’t you through fucking up other people’s lives yet?” Verosika asked in a venomous tone

“Hey! I don’t give a fuck what you say about me but don’t you fucking dare treat Kaiden like he’s some gross thing!” Blitz growled out

“Humph, it doesn’t even look like a baby. Might as well be a piece of gutter trash especially in your…” Verosika began only to be slapped square across the face. Utter shock crossed the succubus’s face as Blitz stood snarling at her, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his hand hovering midair where it had stopped after slapping her.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about Kaiden!” Blitz snarled out as he brought his hand back to help cradle Kaiden.

“You little shit! How dare you?” Verosika exclaimed raising a hand to attack Blitz who quickly shifted to protect Kaiden when a firm hand wrapped around Verosika’s wrist mid motion.

“Now, now that wouldn’t be a good idea lil lady,” Striker’s smooth southern drawl firmly suggested as the succubus turned her head in shock.

“Striker,” Blitz breathed out in relief at seeing his mate.

Striker released Verosika’s wrist as he walked over to join Blitz with his tail rattling, yet he gave a sweet kiss to Blitz’s forehead then to Kaiden’s. Striker had heard about Verosika from Blitz but up until now they’d not met, needless to say Verosika was in shock upon seeing Striker affectionately kiss both Blitz and Kaiden.

“Somethin’ we can do for Ya?” Striker inquired as Verosika stood slack jawed

“No way! There is no fucking way that a selfish no-good shit like you is with him!” Verosika barked out in jealousy, pointing to Striker.

“Well, we are, and you’d do best to watch what Ya say about my mate,” Striker warned with a low hiss as his tail rattled louder and started to coil around Blitz’s waist.

“Humph, whatever! You can have the bastard but as word of warning, sooner or later he’ll fucking leave you,” Verosika spat before turning on her heels to leave.

Striker watched Verosika till the succubus was well out of eyesight, snarling the entire time as his tail tightly coiled around Blitz who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet. Once Verosika was gone Striker turned his attention to Blitz and Kaiden, the little imp was happily cooing in Blitz’s arms blissfully unaware of the drama that had just gone down, but Blitz had bowed his head with a deep frown on his lips and his brow deeply furrowed. Striker set the basket he’d been holding onto the ground so he could get in front of Blitz easier, pulling the city imp closer till they were nearly chest to chest.

“Hey, Ya alright?” Striker asked gently cupping Blitz’s cheek with one hand.

“It’s not true,” Blitz whispered out nearly too quiet to be heard

“What?” Striker asked, furrowing his brow in question

“You know it’s not true, right? I won’t leave you,” Blitz repeated, looking up at Striker with glassy eyes.

“Of course, I know that Darlin’. Now come on, let’s go home,” Striker encouraged, pecking Blitz on the forehead again before uncoiling his tail and picking up the basket.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Blitz agreed allowing a small smile to spread across his face as he followed Striker.

Things still weren’t settled though with Blitz and Striker could sense his mate’s distress for the rest of the day till finally they put Kaiden down for the evening. Blitz was laying on his side in their bed slightly curled up absently scrolling through his phone, a frown on his face when Striker walked in. Letting out a huff Striker moved to settle on the bed next to Blitz, gently rubbing a hand over his mate’s back.

“Do Ya wanna talk about it?” Striker inquired

“Not really…” Blitz trailed off, turning his phone off to place it on the bedside table but he didn’t turn to face Striker merely remained curled up facing away from him.

“Ya sure Darlin’?” Striker asked again this time receiving a heavy sigh from Blitz

“I won’t leave you and I’m not going to screw up Kaiden’s life…right?” Blitz whispered out in a shaky tone.

“Of course not, don’t listen to that bitch! What the fuck does she know?” Striker assured Blitz moving his hand from Blitz’s back to his shoulder.

“I am selfish though…” Blitz began only to feel Striker gently tug on his shoulder

“Hey! Come on now, don’t start that…look at me,” Striker encouraged till Blitz did as instructed, turning around to face Striker revealing his eyes were filled with tears.

Striker gently pulled Blitz to his chest, coiling his long tail around Blitz’s own as the crimson imp buried his face into Striker’s collarbone, inhaling his scent. Striker placed a loving kiss to Blitz’s forehead then nuzzled him.

“Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere and neither am I…I love Ya Blitz,” Striker whispered against Blitz’s horns

“I love you too,” Blitz returned the sentiment, nuzzling against his mate’s collarbone

“Atta boy,” Striker chuckled softly as he brought a hand under Blitz’s chin, pulling back a little to tip it upwards into a loving kiss. Blitz returned the kiss as one of his hands came up to cup Striker’s cheek.

They shared the kiss for a while till Blitz gently pushed Striker onto his back to crawl on top of him, straddling the pale imp’s hips. They’re hands gently started to explore further leading to perhaps one of the gentlest and most loving sessions of sex they’d ever had ending with Blitz falling asleep on Striker’s chest.  

 Growing Boy

Blitz was amazed at how quickly Kaiden grew in one year not to mention the unique characteristics he began developing. Around Kaiden’s eyes he developed a crimson hue near his temples, the same hue also spread to each spike mingling with his pale complexion as if dusted with a deep blush in those spots and his hair started growing in, but it was almost silver in color instead of just white. Kaiden also started to walk taking unsteady steps all around the cabin that had Blitz panic covering every potentially sharp corner or edge in the entire place and if Striker hadn’t put his two senses in Blitz would’ve strapped pillows to Kaiden. Striker had the mind set that kids got hurt period and there was nothing you could do except patch them up or help them back on their feet whereas Blitz was that worried mother hen.

Striker lounged on the couch casually scrolling through his phone with a cigarette in his mouth while his tail was wrapped firmly around Kaiden’s waist as the little imp wobbly walked around the living area. Blitz had been out getting groceries but when he walked in to see Striker allowing Kaiden to walk around so casually with out intense supervision his brow instantly furrowed in annoyance, lips pursing at the same time. Blitz dropped the bags at the door getting Striker’s attention a smile forming on his face as he put his phone down beside himself on the couch and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. Striker prepared for a kiss as Blitz walked towards him only to furrow his brow in confused surprise as Blitz walked right past him to Kaiden, scooping the little one up prompting the pale imp to release his tail.

“Hey? What’s wrong?” Striker asked instantly pushing up from the couch as he sensed his mate’s irritation.

“Could you at least try to take Kaiden’s safety seriously?” Blitz asked with irritation dripping from his tone.

“He was fine Blitz, I had him with my tail and if he fell it wasn’t like he was goin’ to go very far,” Striker rolled his eyes at the realization of the source of his mate’s irritation.

“He can still get hurt!” Blitz exclaimed

“How many times do I have to tell Ya Blitz, kids get hurt it’s part of them bein’ kids,” Striker shot back getting irritated now.

“I know what you’ve said but you know what it sounds like to me. Like you don’t fucking care!” Blitz barked back

“Seriously! I do care! I’m just not some hover parent!” Striker retorted irritably

Kaiden started crying from the tone of the argument going on causing Blitz to cradle him with a series of shushing sounds while Striker growled under his breath irritably. Striker turned to head for the door grabbing his hat from the coat rack on the way.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Blitz wondered, tone swapping from irritated to confused

“Out!” Striker barked over his shoulder before opening then slamming the door behind him.

“Striker! Wait!” Blitz called after his irate mate only to be left with Kaiden crying in his arms. A deep frown came over Blitz’s features as his eyebrows furrowed upwards.

Blitz settled Kaiden down then placed the little one in his crib to play while Blitz set about putting away the groceries all while horrible thoughts ran rampant through his mind. They’d been fighting a lot recently especially over this whole situation with Kaiden getting hurt, Blitz couldn’t help the little thought that crept into his brain ‘what if he never comes back?’, ‘He’s not coming back’. Blitz shook his head trying to get rid of the thought because Striker wouldn’t leave him and Kaiden…would he? Blitz was quickly pulled from these destructive thoughts by the sound of Kaiden’s screaming cry from his room. Dropping everything on the spot Blitz ran into the room to find Kaiden crying as he was partially hanging by his tail which was caught in the gap of the crib’s headboard and the side piece with the slats on it. Blitz knelt to pull Kaiden onto his lap giving just enough leverage for him to get the little imp’s tail free however it became clear instantly that it was broken.

Kaiden cried into Blitz’s chest clearly in pain and Blitz lost all sense of what to do, logically Blitz knew he needed to treat the injury but emotionally he didn’t want to cause any further pain to his little one. Blitz began gently rocking Kaiden while making soothing little noises trying to calm the terrified and pain riddled little imp to little avail. Blitz felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as he wished Striker were there if nothing else for comfort…but he’d driven him away…his mate wasn’t coming back.

 …

 Striker put Bombproof back in his stable in the small barn after a couple hours of fresh air he’d realized how stupid he’d been. Blitz could be a little hard-headed about things especially when it came to Kaiden, but he hadn’t deserved Striker’s attitude earlier and he certainly didn’t deserve being left alone with a crying baby. Guilt riddled Striker trudged up onto the wrap around balcony, opening the door only to throw it open upon hearing the unusual screaming cry of Kaiden coming from inside. Running straight to Kaiden’s room Striker screeched to a halt at the door, eyes widening in confused concern at seeing Blitz kneeling on the ground with Kaiden in his arms as he cried in a tone that told Striker the little imp was in pain.

“What happened?” Striker asked, panic lacing his voice as he took a knee next to Blitz.

“Y-You came back…” Blitz all but whimpered out as he looked up at Striker with tears in his eyes.

“What? Of course, I…look, what happened?” Striker pressed despite being completely confused by both Blitz’s comment as well as the current situation happening in front of him.

“Um…I think his tail’s broken…I don’t know what to do?” Blitz whimpered again looking at where Kaiden’s tail was currently limply laying half on Blitz’s lap and on the floor.

“Okay…come on Darlin’, let’s go to the bedroom so I can get a better look,” Striker suggested helping Blitz to his feet but as soon as Kaiden’s tail moved the baby boy screamed again in agony.

“Hush…it’s okay Kaiden…” Blitz tried to ease, rubbing the little one’s back.

Once in the bedroom Blitz laid Kaiden on the bed with his tail flat on the mattress while Striker went to the bathroom to retrieve a few things. Striker returned placing the items he’d gotten on the bed followed by tossing his hat onto the floor followed by his gloves then gently he took a good look at Kaiden’s tail revealing there was indeed a bad break right in the middle of it. Striker grimaced at what would need to be done if it was to heal properly.

“Hold the end of his tail for me,” Striker instructed Blitz, repositioning he was kneeling right against the edge of the bed with Kaiden curled into his chest while Blitz went to the end of the bed to firmly hold the tip of Kaiden’s tail.

“Okay, now what?” Blitz asked

“Don’t let him curl it up or move it towards me at all…no matter what,” Striker firmly instructed

Blitz was confused for a moment until Striker grabbed a butter knife, he’d clearly grabbed from the kitchen and some gaze. Blitz braced himself as Striker grabbed firmly to either side of the broken area of Kaiden’s tail then pulled in opposing directions causing a clicking sound followed by the intense scream of Kaiden against Striker’s chest. Striker swiftly positioned the butter knife along Kaiden’s tail then wrapped some tape and gaze to secure it in place as Kaiden fisted his little hands in Striker’s shirt. Once finished Striker gently wrapped his arms around Kaiden gingerly maneuvering the little one till he was under the pale imp’s chin, gently patting him on the back while making shushing sounds.

“Sshh…it’s alright…I’m finished,” Striker cooed as Kaiden huddled into his collarbone still sobbing with little hiccups. Blitz had released Kaiden’s tail but he turned away as tears began to fall from his eyes as his emotions overwhelmed him.

“I-I’m going to go get some ice…I’ll be back,” Blitz announced quickly leaving the bedroom before Striker could say anything.

Striker managed to settle Kaiden down enough to secure his tail to his back with some gaze, so it wasn’t moving around so much and lay the little one in the middle of the bed. Blitz returned indeed with some ice in a towel for Kaiden’s tail but his eyes were also swollen and puffy from crying which was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Striker. Blitz was about to walk right past Striker when a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist instantly pulling him against Striker’s firm torso as the pale imp took the ice from Blitz to place it on the bed.

“Blitz…did Ya think I’d left Ya?” Striker asked causing Blitz to avert his gaze.

“When you left…I thought you wouldn’t come back…” Blitz trailed off in a shaky tone

“I’m so sorry Darlin’…I didn’t mean to hurt Ya…I never shoulda said the things I did…” Striker apologized as he tapped his forehead to Blitz’s.

“I’m just as bad…I accused you of all that shit and here Kaiden gets hurt while I’m watching him…” Blitz whimpered as he gave in to his longing for his mate, wrapping his arms around Striker for comfort.

“Hush…I love Ya Blitz and I’ll never leave Ya…I promise,” Striker assured Blitz as he kissed his mate’s forehead and embraced him back.

The duo broke from the embrace after a moment, Striker grabbing the towel filled with ice as they both moved to crawl onto either side of Kaiden on the bed. Gently Striker pressed the ice to Kaiden’s tail as the little one curled up under the blanket still sniffling slightly as he dosed on the cusp of sleep.

Luckily Kaiden was still young and growing which allowed his tail to heal quickly and within a week it was almost completely healed with no sign it had ever been broken.    

[tom-whore-dleston]

Thank you bestie @wint3r-h3art for the tag 🥰😘 I know I've been slow on here lately but I love getting tagged in all the fun stuff hehe

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favorite fic: I'm always gonna say The Devil's Chair* lol

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Get on Your Knees and Pray to Me* by @shiningloki - Loki x f. reader

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Before Paris and The Girl in Paris* by @buckybleu

a fic you’re currently working on: oh man, I have so many and I haven't had time to work on anything bc I've been swamped like Shrek. But after June 11, I will be writing to my hearts desire!! In the mean time, I'll be listing my WIPs so y'all got something to look forward to:

all the remaining asks from my bday celebration* 💀

adaptation of the Disney adaptation of Hercules for Linda’s writing challenge

first time w/ Professor Shangqi* (basically smutty part two of Coffee and Confessions)

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[artxyra]

The Pain You Feel

Note: This was supposed to be longer one-shot, but I didn’t find it in me to continue after writing that ending, so yeah. Enjoy.

Masterlist

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Rain pours from the cloudy sky. It’s depressing to watch as an entourage of grievers meets up in the same location, a large tombstone.

“They were taken away from us too soon. May their souls find peace in the afterlife.” A voice states over the tears and rain of the environment. No one’s cries were louder than the small dark-haired girl standing in front. Her once bluebell eyes clouded by a mist of tears and sadness. She looks as if she’s about to collapse, and she would have if it wasn’t for the dark-haired male standing behind her, gripping her shoulders.

“Why, why did it had to be them?” She whimpers, but her voice was cracking. No one dared to answer the young child. They couldn’t; there was no right answer.

Greed? Did her parent’s killer want money? A lost soul? Crime Alley is full of them? There just wasn’t an answer that could be given.

“Bruce, why?” She turns to the male behind her. The male, Bruce, couldn’t look her in the eyes. How could he? Survivor’s guilt, perhaps?

As he formulates an answer, he couldn’t; he looks around for help. No one could.

“It is best for the young mistress to get her beauty sleep. She has had quite the day.” The voice attracts everyone’s attention.

“Alfie, but I’m not sleepy. I want answers.” She’s a smart child, no doubt, and couldn’t be more than six years of age.  Her cries were becoming even louder.

It becomes a tug-a-war of emotions.

Alfred, the family’s butler, kneels to his charge and pulls her in for a hug. Bruce could only grip his arm tightly. This should not be happening. He and his family should not be going through such an event, and yet, here they were.

The child is carried away by the butler back into the manor. The funeral goes on. No one speaks of the child for the rest of the night.

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From a young age, Marinette has dealt with pain; it was all that she knows. She still doesn’t understand why they try to hide it from her. It doesn’t work.

Marinette watched the aftermath of Thomas & Martha Wayne’s death (her parents) tear the family apart. She, herself, was sent away from Gotham to live in Paris, France, with a family friend who was struggling to have children of their own.

That didn’t last long. Not long after she began to live with them, the wife, Sabine, bore a child. It was a girl. They ended up doting on their young one, forgetting about the older child they have taken in from the bottom of their hearts.

She was slowly forgotten by her brother, as Bruce would visit at random and then nothing. They haven’t spoken in person for nearly a decade. Sure, he would send small gifts on her birthday, but nothing more. And to this day, she believes that it was Alfred that brought the gifts. Never once had she meet the children he had taken into his care.

First, it was Richard, then it was Jason, and finally, there was Timothy. She stopped caring after Timothy’s public adoption announcement and is pretty sure that others showed up after him.

If the pain wasn’t from her close family, then it was from her peers, people who she grew up with and platonically loved. That pain came from an eye-opening source by the name of Lila Rossi. Rossi could lie about anything her heart could dream of, and her peers (classmates) would believe it, even when the facts proved it wrong.

They never bully her, but the emotional impact of them not trusting her and continuously use her for personal gain did a number on her wellbeing and mental state.

She was constantly in a somewhat toxic environment, and that lasted until she was eighteen. And even after that, her emotional wellbeing was damage, and she couldn’t trust anybody.

She was twenty-five when she finally returns to the Wayne manor. It’s been over twenty years since that fateful night. It was her first real home and the start of her life of pain.

Alfred promised her that she’ll be alone when she entered. It was perfect as she just wanted to say her grievances and say her goodbyes to her parents.

The Wayne Garden will always be a beautiful sight. She remembers dancing through the flower beds against Martha’s wishes, but the laughter the two shared told a different story.

There, written in stone, lays her parents’ name. She can barely remember their faces and the large portrait of them did her no justice. It wasn’t real like her memories. It was staged.

“Hi mom and dad, it’s me, Marin Etta…” Marinette struggles to find the words she wanted to say.  

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