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the-name-is-z · 2 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 61

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Summary: The survivors seem to assimilate into Alexandria's community. Daryl and Aaron discover something on the outside of the walls. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; forced extroverted-ness; awkward dinner party; mrs. neudermyer and her FUCKING pasta maker; dismembered and mutilated corpses

Chapter 61 - Uniform

Deanna announced that afternoon that the following night she would be hosting a welcome party for their group. Iris wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Despite all her hope and excitement at the idea of a peaceful life here, she was a long way from belonging in a suburban utopia. She always had been. Domestic life was… ill-fitting. She and Daryl were similar in that way.

“So where’d you learn to hot-wire cars?” Preston asked as she dug underneath the wheel of an old Camry.

“Joyriding. Boosting. Street racing.” Iris replied. “I was your regular deplorable delinquent. Bad grades, bad family, bad choices.”

“Huh, sounds familiar.” Preston stated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, I was always your typical black sheep. In a family of lawyers, I was the musician… who enjoyed the occasional toke.”

“Ooo, lock him up.” Iris joked, the engine roaring to life beneath her fingers. She twisted the wires together, sitting upright. Preston chuckled.

“Hey, are you going to Deanna’s party tonight?” He asked.

“Thought about it.” Iris replied. “Not usually my… thing.”

“Come on. You must have partied with biker gangs your whole life.” He prodded. Iris frowned.

“Yeah. Twelve years old, dodging grabby hands while begging my alcoholic father to go to bed. A real great time.” She grunted. Preston paused, wincing visibly.

“I’m… I’m sorry, that’s not… I shouldn’t have said that.” He muttered.

“It’s okay. You meant well.” Iris stood, wiping her hands on her coveralls. “I’m gonna go. You okay to take this one in for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, oh, of course.” Preston agreed, nervously. “I’ll— I’ll see you.” Iris answered with a wave, shoving her hands in her pockets and slowly making her way back to the houses.

“I can’t tell you how uncomfortable I am.” Iris grumbled, Carl laughing quietly. The two of them stood in the corner while Rick took Judith around, speaking to people around Deanna’s party. Everyone was relatively dressed up, including Iris who wore a dress for the first time since she was thirteen. Carl was equally uncomfortable, as he found it difficult to relate to the other children in Alexandria. This made for good conversation between the two.

“It feels… wrong.” Carl agreed quietly. “Daryl here?”

“What do you think?” Iris asked. The two of them laughed softly. Preston waved sheepishly from the other corner of the room. “I think I’m gonna make an Irish exit pretty soon.”

“I’ll distract them, I promise.” Carl said. Iris’ heart warmed. His smile always seemed to be biggest when the two of them had their fun. She ruffled his hair with an answering grin and ducked out, practically gasping for the cool night air.

She walked a few steps before leaning her head back and staring up at the stars. When she looked back down, she saw one Daryl Dixon standing up against a tree, in the shadows instead of at the party. He looked dressed, however, for the party. Clean pants, a button down shirt, with the classic vest over top. He had even showered, combed his hair.

“Are you wearing a button down?” Iris asked, narrowing her eyes at him. He scoffed.

“‘M not going inside.” He replied quietly.

“Good, because it’s fucking scary in there.” She replied. He chuckled halfheartedly, shaking his head.

“You look…” He started, trailing off a bit. “Ridiculous.” Iris burst out laughing, nodding.

“I feel ridiculous.” She agreed. She walked over, looping her arm through his as they walked down toward the house at the end of the street. “They had beer though.” He hummed, his lips turning upward at the corner.

As they kept walking, the lights on one house in particular came on, and Aaron rushed out his front door, meeting them at the end of the steps.

“Daryl.” He called.

“Thought you were going to that party over there.” Daryl pointed.

“Oh, I was never going to go, ‘cause of Eric’s ankle, thank god.” Aaron admitted, chuckling.

“Why the hell did you tell me to go then?”

“I said try. You did. And found a friend. It’s a thought-that-counts thing.” Aaron said with a warm smile, nodding to Iris in acknowledgement. She smiled back.

“Alright.” Daryl replied, turning back to the road.

“Hey, come in.” Aaron offered. “Have some dinner. Come on, man. It’s some pretty serious spaghetti.”

Daryl turned to Iris and she looked at him in question. There was no force, no pressure. He appreciated greatly that she never made him feel any less for any choice he made, especially when it came to situations like… these. Yet, a free meal was a free meal.

The inside of Aaron and Eric’s home was tastefully decorated, as expected, and they seemed as happy to have them as Daryl and Iris were happy to be there. But friendship takes time, Iris supposed. And holy shit, was food a great mediator.

“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in… I don’t know how long.” Iris admitted, chuckling softly as Daryl stuffed his face full. Eric and Aaron laughed along.

“Well, spaghetti is spaghetti.” Eric stated.

“Spaghetti is as good as fresh caught lobster and filet mignon when you’re starving and some of the most recent things you’ve eaten were… well, yeah.” Iris winced, unwilling to bring up the dog they had eaten on the road.

“I hear you.” Aaron agreed, raising his glass of wine. There was a pregnant pause as Daryl’s slurping filled the room, Aaron and Eric making knowing eye contact across the table.

“Thanks.” Daryl grunted, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before he realized there was a napkin at his place setting.

“Mm, when you’re out there, if you happen to be in a store or something, Mrs. Neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker.” Eric stated, looking to Daryl pointedly, who sipped on his wine. Iris and Aaron made eye contact, both of them watching Daryl’s reaction. “And we’re all really trying to get her to shut up about it. I mean, we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something. I really think she just wants something to talk about, so… if you see one, out on your travels, it would go a long way to…” He trailed off as Aaron gave him a look across the table. “I thought it was done. You didn’t ask him already?” Aaron shook his head.

“Ask me what?” Daryl asked, visibly annoyed at being talked about as if he weren’t there. Aaron answered by beckoning him to follow, taking him through the house to the garage. Iris turned to Eric.

“What’s he got in there?”

“There was a motorcycle frame in the house when we got it, but neither of us knows how to ride. He’s been collecting random parts for ages, but no one knows how to fix it. Apparently Daryl rides bikes, so he’d be the one to ask about… fixing it.” Eric explained, chuckling to himself. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Well, not to insert myself into the situation, but I’ve been building bikes since I was old enough to hold a wrench, so…” Iris smirked into her wine glass.

“Oh! Well, feel free, I shouldn’t have assumed, I guess I just—“

“No, I get it.” Iris laughed, Eric smiling sheepishly. “He can have his little project and I’ll try not to say anything over his shoulder when he does it wrong.”

“Isn’t that the life of a good partner?” Eric shook his head. Iris’ face heated, and she shook her head.

“Um, Daryl and I aren’t…” She trailed off, internally wincing.

“Jesus, I’m assuming all sorts of things today.” Eric shook his head in disapproval. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, really.” Iris laughed nervously. She shrugged. After a few moments of awkward silence, Aaron and Daryl returned, the latter looking just barely perceptibly more cheerful. But Iris was well aware of where her limits were, and she had a pretty good idea of where Daryl’s were, too. “We should probably go. Don’t want to get in the way of your lovely evening. Thank you, so much, for dinner, and the wine.”

“Anytime.” Aaron replied, leading them to the door. “Thank you for coming. And for agreeing to help me out.” He looked to Daryl, who nodded. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Iris replied. The pair of them walked down the steps, leaving Aaron and Eric to their evening. “So, get a new bike?”

“Guess so.” Daryl replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll need some help piecing her together, but…”

“I’m flattered. I’d love to help.” Iris said, flashing him a grin. He shook his head, but his lips turned up at the corners as they walked down the dark street. She took a deep breath, enjoying the clean summer air without the scent of blood and gore permeating each inhale.

Daryl’s minuscule smile stayed, for the first time in a while, and he laced his fingers through hers, walking back to the house.

“Take your pick.” Carol said, pulling the guns from her bag and extending them outward.

“Look, I’ve been thinking.” Daryl started, shifting his weight back and forth as he faced Rick, Carol and Iris for another little meeting outside the walls. “Do we really need these? I mean, if things go bad, yeah, sure, we do what we gotta do, but it’s like you said. We don’t need these for that.”

“Right now we don’t.” Carol protested, frowning. Daryl swallowed, looking to Iris for a long moment before back to Carol.

“Look, you wanted me to try, right? I’m good.” He said firmly, shaking his head. Iris smiled softly, nodding in agreement.

“I got my knives.” She added, also refusing the guns. Rick took a small one, tucking it in the back of his pants. Carol made a disapproving face and they began the walk back to the gates in silence.

Iris and Daryl hung back a bit, keeping to themselves.

“One spaghetti dinner and you’re ready to drink the kool-aid?” Iris asked teasingly, smiling over at him. Daryl scoffed and shook his head.

“They’re nice people.” He said simply. Iris nodded in agreement.

“You okay?” She asked. He looked over to her, lips pressing into a thin line that passed for a smile.

“Yeah.” He nodded. He reached down and took her hand in his once more.

It was hard to adjust to Alexandria. The place was beautiful and the people were friendly, but one couldn’t go from fighting for their lives out in the wilderness to domestic bliss in the blink of an eye. Iris wasn’t the only one struggling, either. Carl was a little socially awkward, especially when it came to interacting with the other kids. Michonne was not used to being looked up to as an authority figure. Glenn still had no love for Aiden, and tended to dislike going on runs. Carol still wore her perfect, unsettling facade.

Iris didn’t do much besides going to the garage and returning to the house. Days went by, and she only really spoke to Preston, Daryl, Rick and Carol, and she missed the others. They seemed less close, not only in proximity but in regard to their familial bonds. Regardless, it wasn’t a terrible time. Just… uneventful. Iris was not used to her stress level being so low, and it was making her more anxious.

She and Daryl had fixed up the motorcycle that Aaron gifted to him, and the pair of them went off on their recruitment adventures. Then, Iris had no one to talk to about… well, she spoke to Daryl about everything. He was her… best friend.

As incredibly cheesy as it was, before he left, she flashed him a grin and handed him her bandana. Bloodstains, stitches and all, for good luck. He scoffed and made fun, but the heart he tried to hide from everyone swelled, and he tied it around his wrist before he left, ensuring it was secure and he could return it to her. All Iris really wanted was for him to return to her, safe. She made him promise he’d bring it back, and with it, himself.

When Glenn, Tara, Eugene, and Nicholas returned from their run, they were notably missing two people. Aiden and Noah. The first, was pronounced dead after being impaled on a metal post. Noah, Glenn explained, was thrown to the walkers by Nicholas in order for him to save his own skin. He now sported two well-earned black eyes and several bruises and swollen lumps across his face. So even behind the walls… the loss wouldn’t stop. For any of them.

Daryl and Aaron had been in the woods for quite a few days. The walkers were starting to get more frequent, according to Aaron, which made it increasingly difficult for them to move quickly. What they were doing could only be called meandering, which made it increasingly difficult for Daryl to keep his temper leashed. It didn’t help that the only person he could speak to was Aaron, and the only person he wanted to speak to was back inside the walls.

He spotted something through the brush, eyes narrowing. He waved Aaron on behind him, creeping around a collection of trees to the object on the ground, the subject of his curiosity. He paused upon noticing what it was, immediately surveying the area for any people or walkers that could pose a threat. Aaron slowed behind him, pallid with nausea at the sight.

A quaint collection of limbs, strewn across the litter. Two arms donning the same shirt that were paired with a set of female-appearing legs, and two arms with an army green jacket that matched with a male-appearing set of legs. Alongside a random, flannel-wearing chunk of… something indiscernible. Most of the stumps were all clean, like one smooth chop, but others seemed to be ripped… So not only was this done by someone living, but someone that had to be one sick son of a bitch. The blood was fresh.

“Whoever did this took what was left with them.” Daryl grunted, scowling at the viscera. “This just happened.” He adjusted his crossbow, bringing it up in front of him as he scanned the area beyond, in the opposite direction from which they came. Aaron stopped to examine the limbs, looking like he was about to empty the contents of his stomach. He blinked, trying to avoid looking at them again as he followed quickly after Daryl.

He seemed to have spotted something else in the distance, moving across a small clearing to a large dead tree with low hanging branches. They walked almost sideways with their backs facing each other, trying to prepare for an impending attack.

Up against the tree ahead was a body, bound tightly to the trunk with thin ropes. It had been a woman, her hands and feet mauled beyond any use as a walker. She was naked, the ropes cutting deep into her flesh, sinking so deep they weren’t visible anymore, only holding her up through whatever it was they were binding internally.

Her stark blonde hair hung down over her face, the ends stained and dripping with more fresh blood. She had been eviscerated, a brutal vertical lash from neck to navel allowing her insides to pour out onto the ground in front of her. It was clear something had torn and ripped at her intestines since her death, her spinal cord visible through her midsection. Aaron broke out in a cold sweat.

Daryl cringed at the sight, the bruises and marks across her body, aside from the brutalization of her corpse, leaving nothing about what they had done to her, alive, to the imagination.

“She’s tied up.” Aaron said dumbly. “And they fed on her. Tore her apart. This just happened?” Daryl managed a nod.

“Yeah.” He bit out, turning away as the nausea swirled in his own guts. There were flies about her body, but it was stiff and blue with rigor mortis. Additionally, there weren’t nearly enough insects around for her to have been there for more than twelve hours. He steeled himself, stepping closer to the corpse.

“How the hell did this happen?” Aaron mumbled to himself. Daryl grasped the corpse by the hair, lifting her stiffened head up to view her face. Jesus Christ, she was so young. A familiar ‘W’ was slashed across her forehead, identical to those they had seen on walkers near the walls.

As if to prove how fresh she was, the girl seemed to loosen in his grip, her eyes slipping open and her jaw cracking. The telltale bloodshot, soulless eyes of a walker stared at Daryl, who reared back and speared his knife through her right eye socket before she could snap at his wrists.

He pulled the knife back as he dropped her head down, the corpse once more lifeless before them. Aaron lowered his revolver, breathing heavily with swimming thoughts and looming dread.

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kabukipopink · 6 months ago

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@/omahe appears to be a scammer. they previously were @/zaynab-omary-omahe and linked to a paypal account that says “Emergency: Help Zaynabu Family to evacuate from Gaza,Organized by Victor Omahe” and then they switched usernames to @/omahe and edited their fundraiser post to instead go to a gogetfunding account. the family pictures and the pictures of destroyed homes shown on their fundraiser are found on other gofundme accounts. they blocked @/kyra45 (a scam buster here on tumblr) without her ever having interacted with them

https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/754427617848033280/hmm-so-zaynab-omary-omahe-sends-this-ask-hello

they block users that ask if they’ve been verified

https://www.tumblr.com/blueberryblogger/754563974909083648/new-scammer-going-around-i-recieved-an-ask-to

please familiarize yourself with the posts of some current scammers while they are still under these usernames: agneskebwariii, beatricergiveer, omahe, lovelysparklychild, futuristicbouquet, v-700n, rasher-9, tacofriends, reallydelightfulfury, waywardpeacejellyfish, honestlyholieallie, coolsublimewolf, emmilyy3

i really recommend looking at their pinned posts in order to better recognize scams, not just using this list as a blocklist, because once they are terminated they each will immediately remake their scams under a new username

Ooo that’s a shame. Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be more observant in the future.

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buddiedaydreamer911 · 1 year ago

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Oooo ooo I love me some Diaz parent drama! the diaz parents against buddie

This is one of my favorites in my WIP list!

here’s the sneak peak!

Buck stood a step back as Bobby patted Eddie on his shoulder and squeezed it as they talked. Buck didn’t need to listen to know Bobby was telling Eddie that he could lean on Bobby whenever needed, that he could take as much time needed off work, or just reminding Eddie that he has been in his exact shoes before. Eddie nodded his head and scooted Christopher up his body more, Christopher readjusting his grip on his father. Eddie exchanged more words with his Caption, before his eyes found Buck over Bobby’s shoulder. It didn’t take much for Bobby to realize he lost Eddie’s attention. Bobby bid a quick goodbye to both men, and headed off towards his car.

Eddie made quick movement to stand in front of his best friend. Buck opened his arms, and Eddie didn’t hesitate to take another step closer and place his forehead to Buck’s collarbone- the best he could do with the seven year old boy in his arms. Buck wrapped his arms around them, and held them in silence for however long Eddie needed.

Christopher, being able to feel and smell his Buck, picked his head up and sniffled through more tears. The two men separated just a bit, letting Christopher rub his eye with the back of his hand before extending his arm out to Buck. Buck smiled at the sad boy and the three adjusted to another silent hug.

Buck tried not to think too hard about how Eddie was letting his son touch someone else. Judging by how Buck had watched from afar during the whole Mass, Eddie hadn’t let anyone touch his son.

The three stood there for an unknown about of time before they heard someone clear their throat. They broke apart to find the Diaz Parents there, everyone else gone. “I think it’s time to go.” Helena said.

“Right, yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat and stepped back again. Losing contact of Buck, Christopher immediately curled back into Eddie and tucked his head on his shoulder. Eddie watched Buck bury his hands in his pant pockets and step further away. “Buck?”

He perked up hearing his name and his eyes went straight to his best friend again. “You’re coming, right?” Buck blinked and licked his lips as he tried to think of the right words to say, but he noticed the certain looks Eddie’s parents gave him before he could say anything.

“Actually, it’s probably for the best that this stay family only.” Helena said, Ramon nodding in agreement.

“Oh.” Buck let out at the same time Eddie glared at his parents. “Buck, no-”

“No, it’s okay, Eddie. I wouldn’t want to interfere.” Buck said. Eddie tried to speak again but Buck cut him off. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. Go be with your family.” Buck hesitated before moving to hug the father and son duo. They both tried to convince him to stay, but Buck didn’t budge. He said a fast goodbye to the parents before leaving. Eddie watched, then glared at his parents. Walking right past them to his car without a word.

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this one will be a bit of a longer fic! it will include the Diaz Parents nudging their way into the canon trauma events staring our favorite firefighter duos. including (but not limited too( Shanon’s Death, the tsunami, and the shooting!

here’s the link to my WIP list and i will be posting a list of my ideas for another ask post for anyone to leave me an ask to let me know which idea i have you’ll like to read!

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la-morte-di-belle · 1 year ago

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Wow, how have I not posted this oneshot on here yet?

Title: Kiss Me

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Main Characters: Reader/YN; Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Warnings: RomCom

Notes: A one-shot about Y/N's feelings for Gojo and her need for clarity. Primarily Y/N focused and features a female Jujutsu reader but doesn't have any specifying characteristics other than "she." Reader's ability is created by me, but feel free to ask me more about it.

Possibly will turn into a story, but for now, it is a stand-alone story.

Summary: "She hated that her heart was so enraptured at the thought of this man. It disgusted her knowing that one smile would cause her mind to shut down." Gojo was a tease. One minute you could be flirting with him, and the next, he'd have you at arms link. Y/N had been paired with Gojo for months now, and she still hadn't figured him out, yet. There was only thing she knew for sure: She wanted him to kiss her.

"Kiss me."

"Ooo, I like it when you make commands."

"That's not what— never mind. Just...just kiss me, okay?"

"And, if I say no?"

"What? I thought...are you...wait! Wait! God, this is already embarrassing enough. Just, stop teasing me already, Satoru!"

"Man, you're no fun tonight."

"Fun?" Y/N huffed, visibly flushing further in her discomfort, "Fun? Really, that's what you're taking away from all this? I literally just asked you to kiss me and all you can say is I'm not any fun? You know what, forget I asked."

She had made to turn away and leave Gojo to his own devices— there wasn't any point in continuing to go back and forth with him if all he was going to do was tease her. Besides, why stay when this whole interaction, their relationship, was apparently nothing more than some form of entertainment for him. Gojo made her out to be some sort of toy. Y/N was here to perform for her "master" whenever he wished for her to and she was sick of it.

"Aw, come on! Don't be like that." Gojo laughed, "I can't help it. I have this love for seeing you all riled up. Once I catch a glimpse of those flushed cheeks, I can't stop myself from chasing that high!"

Y/N rolled her eyes at that. Gojo was the best Jujutsu Sorcerer and smooth talker in all of Japan. He had a way of making people feel like the most important thing in the world, while somehow still being able to mock them in one way or another. He didn't love seeing her "all riled up," Gojo loved seeing everyone riled up. This wasn't something special they shared. It wasn't even something he exclusively did to her. Y/N had been warned, scolded and harassed for her involvement with him— told numerous times to try and avoid him at every cost. Yet, as much as she tried to apply the advice given, Y/N didn't really get a choice on who she was sent on missions with. That was the fault of all those old, stuffy sorcerers and their compatibility in Jujutsu.

Yet, Gojo was a god.

He was the only man in this generation who could control the space between and manipulate cursed energy any way he saw fit. An untouchable being with the knowledge of just how untouchable he was. Gojo could act like a jester all he wanted but in the end, even a god seeking some fun was still a god when everything was said and done.

Y/N was nothing compared to a god.

Sure, the Elders here in Japan might have deemed her a Special Grade, but back in the States, she barely passed as a Semi-First Grade. There was nothing special about her. The technique gifted to her hadn't done more than allow others to bring up her shitty family as an afterthought in most conversations. Honestly, what was so great about being able to temporarily "dampen" someone's cursed energy usage or completely exorcise a cursed spirit without the use of other Jujutsu techniques? It wasn't worth the "Special Grade" title, not when she was pretty sure the latter part of her Jutsushiki was a common ability among the Sorcerer world.

Nevertheless though, Y/N found herself stuck with Gojo as a partner and mentor who was suppose to be helping her nurture her abilities. Everyone could talk all the shit they wanted about Satoru Gojo, but none of them had to deal with him like she did. And none of them would have been able to stop her from falling for him like she had.

God, she hated it.

She hated that her heart was so enraptured at the thought of this man. It disgusted her knowing that one smile would cause her mind to shut down. Y/N wanted to rip her eyes out so they'd stop seeking him, and maybe sow her mouth shut in the process because it wasn't like talking was doing much for her anyways. How hard was it to not be affected by every little thing he did? How much more of a fool was Y/N to become before she could finally be herself again?

"I hate you."

"Hey, hey! I thought we were having a moment here?"

"So did I but ya' know, no. The only thing that's happening here, is me leaving your ass to deal with that First Grade by yourself. Not that you needed me anyways. Have fun, asshole!"

"Now, now, there's no need to be upset. I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything. However, how does one respond to being told to kiss someone?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, well...I...that's no—"

"Not what you meant? But you did tell me to kiss you, right? And here I thought consent was very important!"

"What? No! Wait! Yes! Hold on! Yeah, I mean yes! Consent is very important but that's...that's not what I was trying to get at and you know it!"

"Do I?"

"You know what? No. Just stop. I wasn't trying to force you to kiss me, okay? I just really, really wanted to stop playing these games with you. God! Like one moment you're flirting with me and the next you're treating like I'm the butt of all your jokes. I don't even know what you want from me half the time! Are we flirting? Is this a thing? Is what I think happening actually happening? Like is there really a thing going on between us or am I just trippin' out? Because let me tell you, I rather it be the latter so I can go ahead and bury these feelings I somehow developed for you and call it a day?"

"Whoa. That's kind of a lot to take in."

It was. It really was a lot to take in and Y/N desperately needed someone to tell her why she thought unloading all this information while the two of them were supposed to be hunting down a First Grade cursed spirit was the perfect time to do so. This wasn't how she had planned to approach the topic. It definitely wasn't what she had wanted to tell Gojo. Or, well, yes? She did tell him to kiss her but Y/N thought the two of them were having another "moment."

What, with the moon full and blooming with light. Or with the gentle breeze that seemed to be pushing the two of them closer. It didn't help that Gojo made her feel like she was the center of all his attention, even though she subconsciously knew she couldn't be— would never be. Except, Y/N couldn't stop herself from allowing Gojo to make her feel that way or allowing Gojo to be the center of hers. For god's sake, the man even saved her from falling flat on her face like the cliché romcom she had thought they'd found themselves in.

But maybe it was all in her head? Maybe she had really imagined things? It wouldn't be the first time, and while she might have been younger when those instances happened, it didn't mean she couldn't make the same mistakes now as an adult. Sure, it would have been a lot nicer and less embarrassing if she could have avoided this mess but, you know, growth. Or some shit like that.

It was probably best to stray away from all these thoughts now, though. Y/N was starting to look like a lunatic the more she continued to let her mind reflect on the situation she found herself in. As well, being crouched on the sidewalk with her head in her hands might have not helped either. She just needed to muster up the energy to pick her dignity off the floor and maybe that would hopefully give Y/N a chance to pull through this all. As of right now though? Yeah, she was going to lose it. Unless the ground beneath her could swallow her up faster.

"Hey," Gojo interrupted softly. "I think there might be some miscommunication here."

"You think?" Y/N retorted quietly.

"Hey," Gojo said once more. "Don't hide yourself from me. If I'm to be honest, the thing I love to see the most— are your eyes."

"What?"

Soft laughter poured out of him then. And when she finally looked up at Gojo, crouched right there before her with his blindfold raised, Y/N couldn't help but believe the sincerity in his words. While there might have been a very high chance this was just another attempt at Gojo trying to be "human", there was that small little tug from her pinky finger urging her to believe.

"They're always so expressive."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes."

"Oh."

They crouched there for a moment longer in silence. A part of her could feel the heat warmly sitting on her cheeks and while her heart was beating up a symphony, everything was so quiet around them. For a moment Y/N thought Gojo might have put up a Curtain to hide them away from the rest of the world, but there wasn't really a moment he could have. There was that nagging fear again that she might have been reading too much into this, yet, there wasn't any way she was, right? He had to feel it too. There was no way Gojo could ignore the string pulling at his thumb. This, this had to be real. It just had to be.

"As much as I love them though," Gojo whispered, "Do me a favor and close them real quick, yeah?"

Another moment passed in silence before Y/N sighed and complied. She kept them closed even though cold hands sought out her burning cheeks. She kept them closed, even when a cool puff of air tickled her face. And as much as she wanted to ingrain the sight of him with her eyes, Y/N still kept them closed when Gojo finally kissed her.

#my writing #my fanfic writing #my fanfic #my work #writings #story #oneshot #story: Kiss Me #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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wisteriaclaw · 3 months ago

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urgh i guess i may as well make a pinned post. thats a thing people do on here.

aspen. 19 year old. they/it nonbinary aro acespec pan or smth. my fursona's name is wisteria but i dont go by that

i will post and reblog suggestive art and gore. if you dont wanna see that, dont follow me. lol

fandoms: murder drones, star trek, rgu, ninjago

favorite musics: devi mccallion, ada rook, stomach book, underscores, aenaon. i have mp3 player ^^

mostly fanart and oc art (and endless reblogs and rambles). my ocs are mostly characters for projects i plan to make some day. the two that are named rn are The Wolves of Evergreen or TWoE, story abt a wolf cult and murder, and Flowers and Formaldehyde or F&F, a story about furries and dragons and preserving the body of your dead wife as a wet specimen in hopes of reviving her someday. my third main story is a sci fi one abt found family and stuff but it doesnt have a good name yet

i write fanfics sometimes.. keep an eye out but keep your hopes very low

also i sorta just talk however the fuck i want to i promise i do know how to spell and how grammar works. english is my native language. most "typos" are intentional or i choose not to fix them

linktree (contains commission link! oooo do you want commissions? jingle keys ooo commission!!) https://linktr.ee/wisteriaclaw

#did i do this right. lol.#blehhhhhhhh >:P

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legendling · 1 year ago

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Wowowowo I finally decided to make an intro post!

Hi! You can call me Leg!

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dont forget to click daily for aid

tutorial to purchase e-sims here

SEND AID TO PALESTINIAN FAMILIES THROUGH THIS ORGANIZATION, PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!!

I don't really have a coherent posting schedule, but I do really like posting fanarts from the various things I fixate on (which will change from time to time)

I also make lotsa OCs, AUs and other cringefail content that I often times get too scared to post so if you also like that or find it interesting then i will GLADLY beam it psychically directly into your mind.

Art tag: #legend's art

Me saying stupid stuff tag: #leg rambles

Ask tag: #leg asks

My askbox is always open and collecting cobwebs so if you have something silly or cursed to say or you just wanna be friends please feel free to drop something in!!!

I recently opened commissions!!!!!! and info from that can be found in the link below!

Info about my interests and other things can all be found in my Carrd!

#intro post #pinned

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ghostt0wns · 2 years ago

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(Meaghan Rath) [THE KIND-HEARTED]. Please welcome [ELIANA "ELYA" KAPUR (SHE/THEY)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [33]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as an [MANAGER AT FAMILY VIDEO]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

BASICS

NAME: eliana "elya" kapur

BIRTH DATE: march 3 1990

GENDER: demigirl

PRONOUNS: she/they

ORIENTATION: lesbian, but in the "anyone not male aligned" way

OCCUPATION: manager at family video

BIRTHPLACE: huntsville

FAMILY: dead

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: meaghan rath

EYE COLOR: brown

HAIR: brown

HEIGHT: 5′6″

TATTOOS: large floral thigh piece and under boob piece [link], a simple heptagon on her wrist

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: n/a.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: pisces

MBTI: infj

ENNEAGRAM: 2w1, the companion. self preservation/social subtype

ALIGNMENT: neutral good

TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic

ELEMENT: earth

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: adora (she-ra), uraraka (mha), willow rosenburg (buffy), more to come i have 2 braincells

AESTHETIC: warm coffee and slightly burnt toast, the smell of fresh soil in the sun, the urge to save everyone but yourself, gay yearning, happy tears, cooking extra food to trick your friends into letting you share with them, the words "i can fix them".

TW: death, homophobia (past)

Eliana Kapur was born and raised in Huntsville. She had a pretty regular and happy upbringing with her parents and two brothers. She was kind of just an average high schooler, quiet and kind. People knew her but she wasn't by any means part of a popular crowd.

When she was 16 she came out to her parents and they did NOT handle it well. She was kicked out of the house and had to stay with a friend (CLARA). Around this time she started working at the family video as a cashier, in order to make money and help offset the burden she placed on that friend.

Her family were among some of the early deaths after the paradox. She doesn't know how she feels about this, because she never got any sort of closure, though she visits her brothers' graves regularly to talk to them. This is something she's sort of ignored rather than working through, so it will likely resurface at some point.

With no home of her own, and a belief in the sharing system that was set up, Elya moved into the commune. When not working at the video store (now a manager) she can also be found in the woods doing work as a gatherer using her knowledge of plants.

top 5 theme songs:

Envy Green - The Arcadian Wild Cliff's Edge - Hayley Kiyoko The Village - Wrabel You Are Enough - Sleeping at Last Little Miss Perfect - Write Out Loud

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS

platonic

-person she lived with after being kicked out (Taken- Clara and foster parents)

-guy who hit on her and she was like ooo yikes but now theyre friends (jasper, open to others)

-book club pals

-general friendlies (cara, open)

-people who went to school with her

romantic

-amicable exes

-one of them has/had unrequited crush

-flirtation flirtation (as a joke, as a joke... unless, listen i have eyes)

antagonistic

-idk how/why you'd hate actual angel elya but also i'm so fucking down (could be annoyed by her positivity actually glhdsfkhgsdf)

-actually so funny concept from reactions channel but a man she saw naked and is now unable to look in the eye (riley)

#huntsvilleintro #if you see me stealing ash's layout yes i did #i kept the bio brief but will prob expand on bg as i play #elya #elya bio

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glass-frogs-and-dragons · 1 year ago

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I'll find you among the stars

Gwaincelot week Day 4- stars, "I promise"

Two children, both of around eight years of age, were rushing down a hill, giggling and playing all the way. They hadn’t known each other for long, but they had become fast friends all the same because, despite the differences in birth and family, they had a common goal: knighthood.

Though they knew, logically, that their friendship would soon be carelessly torn apart by status, families and swords, they still stood close when they walked and they still held hands when they were playing together. The boys, long past their bedtime, lay down on the grass among the daisies and gazed up at the stars like they had done countless times before.

“They are different everywhere you go,” One of them muttered.

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left.” The other boy answered, aiming for nonchalant but the hint of bitterness in his voice was evident. “I’d love to, but I’m no noble. You have better chances of seeing them than me.”

The first boy hummed, unbothered by his friend’s pessimism, and linked their hands together between them.

“Would you like to learn about them? The stars, I mean.”

“Yeah,”

“We could… we could always learn about the stars together,”

They looked at each other and the softness in the sky was reflected in their smiles.

“You… you promise you’ll wait for me?”

“Yeah, Lance. I promise.”

“Well, I promise too.” The other boy grinned.

~ooo~

It had been years since Gwaine had thought about his childhood friend. Deaths, threats, kings and nobles, then rogues, slavers, thieves and pirates. His nobility and dreams of knighthood had been long forgone and even despised, and he had taken to travelling as far as possible from the place that had watched him grow. He was content.

Well. As content as he could be.

As fate would have it, hsi wanderings brought him to the borders of his former home and, in the spur of the moment, he rode in. what he found, however, as he neared the place where his house once stood, was nothing but ruins. His heart dropped as he dismounted, gradually walking faster and faster until he reached Lancelot’s old house. It had been some time, but he still remembered the way: the streets, the corners, and the steps it took. The house was now nothing but a pile of rubble and blown-away ashes.

His jaw dropped. His fists clenched. His eyes watered. His knees buckled. He collapsed onto the ground because L, his childhood friend, his wonderful and gentle and kind and beautiful L was gone along with his childhood home.

It had been a harsh blow for Gwaine, who still cherished the memories of his long-lost friend, but years of hardships and adversities had taught him to keep a brave face in times of sorrow, so that is what he did. Sighing, he closed his eyes and turned away, not once looking back while he left.

Gwaine rode for a long time without stopping after that. In order to purge the happy memories of his childhood, as well as his friend’s cheerful smile, Gwaine took to visiting taverns and staying there, drinking until he got kicked out.

Time then passed relatively quickly. Despite having built up a fairly decent resistance to liquor during his time at sea, alcohol made his days blur in a haxe of dim lights, bright colours and endless nights. One day, among the stench of stale ale and the sound of misery, two new faces walked into the tavern and, as soon as his eyes met those of the other men, his smile widened.

They promised adventure, that was certain, and a good time if he played his cards right. The dark-haired man seemed younger, more cheerful, but there was an air of wisdom and loneliness to him, as if he had lived through more than anyone in the tavern combined. The other man, the blond, seemed to have an untrustworthy airl, like he didn’t really belong in a griny place like this, but he was good-looking enough for Gwaine to ignore this.

He was about to approach them but they got into trouble saying the wrong thing (Gwaine was honestly surprised at how long it took them, truth be told) and Gwaine, ever the kind gentleman with broken dreams of knighthood, helped them out.

“What’s your name?”

Ale, pots and plates flew everywhere.

“Merlin.”

“Gwaine,” He shook Merlin’s hand with a flirtatious smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Gwaine had grabbed Merlin and Arthur (whom he learnt the name of later) and sped out of the place, stealing three horses and sprinting away as quickly as the horses’ legs could carry them.

“So,” He began after a large distance between them and the tavern was ensured. “What brings a couple like you to a place like that?”

The pleasant blush that had coated the younger man’s face quickly died at his companion’s curt reply.

“We’re not a couple.”

Gwaine raised his eyebrows and wisely decided not to comment on the clear fondness in both their eyes whenever they looked at each other. His self-preservation instincts may be weak, but they were still there.

“My mistake, mate. I’m not one to judge, in any case,”

He shot Merlin a wink and received a playful shove in response. Arthur cleared his throat, shot them both a scathing and mildly embarrassed look and urged them to continue their journey.

It wasn’t until later that he found out that he had unknowingly saved the Prince of Camelot’s life (and gotten wounded in the process), and even later when he saved it again willingly and for some godforsaken reason. He got exiled for his troubles, unsurprisingly, but being somewhat of a knight for a few hours caused an onslaught of bittersweet memories to invade his mind. His eight-year-old self. His eight-year-old friend. Their quickly shattered dreams.

“I had a friend once,” He commented offhandedly the next time he met Merlin.

(And wasn’t that a thought. Even in exile he could play knight for people who didn’tn care for him as much as for his skills, and he would do it not only willingly, but without second thoughts too.)

“He was kind, hardworking. Dreamt of being a knight.”

“What happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” He answered, truthfully for once. “I hope he’s happy- I mean, he’s determined and I don’t doubt that anything he puts his head into he’ll achieve, but…”

“You lost track of him?”

“You could say that, yes. And… I suppose it scares me,”

He saw Merlin and Arthur not long after that and got pulled into yet another life-threatening adventure. An immortal army had taken over Camelot and Arthur needed help. He needed friends, and apparently Gwaine was one of them.

“Gwaine!”

They had set up camp in a cave, but he had wandered off. Merlin was calling him now, but he was quite comfortable sitting on the grass in a meadow he had found, staring at the sky.

“Gwaine, there are a couple of new people joining us!”

He lay down among the daisies, counting his breaths and the constellations he could find out loud. It had been a long time since he had had some time alone among the stars, so newcomers be damned.

“Bit far off from the North Star, but you’re doing well,”

A new voice, much closer this time. He scrambled to sit upright and his eyes widened at the voice that, though it had changed, undoubtedly belonged to his childhood friend.

“Lance?”

“Hello Gwaine. It’s… it’s been a while,” He smiled. “I see you learnt about the stars without me,”

“Well,” Gwaine began, slightly irked. “So did you!”

“That’s good,” Lancelot smiled, seemingly ignoring Gwaine’s rebuttal. “That way we can teach each other, right?”

Gwaine’s heart raced and his grin widened when Lancelot laced their fingers together.

“Of course, Lancelot."

#gwaincelot week 2023 #gwaincelot #gwaine #lancelot #gwaine x lancelot #gwaincelot week

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pacificwaternymph · 2 years ago

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Ooo wait didn't see the ask game

Uhhh

Hunter?

Neo. Do you realize the floodgates you have just opened?

LUZ! LUZ LUZ LUZ LUZ LUZ!!! Oh my GOD I love his dynamic with Luz. That's his little sister right there! Who saved him from his uncle and helped him realize he was being abused and got him out! I mean of course the others helped as well, but Luz was the one to start him down that path. She was the first one to reach out and connect with him, the first one to actually look at the person beneath the mask. She never stopped trying to reach him and it paid off! And then he turned around to support her when she needed it!

Flapjack. No I am not crying, yes I am okay, shut up. It's just- that was his first real friend. I mean, Flapjack was the first one that Hunter truly trusted, even before he really trusted Luz! Flapjack was just so unconditionally loving towards Hunter, which he really, really needed. Flapjack understood Hunter the best, probably because they shared some sort of mental link. I mean, Flapjack was basically his emotional support animal. And fucking... I just... his death made me not okay.

I'm gonna go with Darius for this one, although my 3 and 4 are basically interchangeable. I mean, I really just love parental dynamics. Enemy to caretaker is a personal favorite trope of mine, I really wish I knew more examples of it. They got so little screentime together and yet I was instantly hooked. Hunter just needs to many parental figures and I love how Darius stepped up to be one of the first. His reaction to finding out Hunter was in the emperor's mind was adorable. I just really like grumpy older men who slowly become attached to a child against their will, okay?

Gus. I think their friendship is adorable. People call them brothers, but honestly I don't really see it? They're really good friends for sure, and they're part of one another's found family, but they're not siblings. Not like him and Luz. I think the episode they had together really was just so sweet. The creators did such a fantastic job of demonstrating both of their traumas and expanding on it. Especially for Gus, who got relegated to the background more often than not. I just think it's so cute how they always have one another's back.

Willow, of course it's gonna be Willow. Gonna be honest with you? Not a huge fan of Huntlow. It's a cute ship, a really cute ship and I'm honestly not sure why I don't like it more than I do, I mean it almost feels tailor-made to suit my tastes. But Idk. Maybe it's because I saw someone headcanoning Hunter as aroace and I latched onto that and refuse to let go. I really love their friendship though. I think "Any Sport in a Storm" is really really cute. And I think their personalities work really well together. I just don't think that it needs to be romantic. Again, no actual problem with the ship, it's cute and I do enjoy the occasional fanart. But overall, it just feels kinda meh to me.

#ask game #the owl house

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eddiecranes · 20 days ago

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Secret 🤫 Rocker 🤘 Santa 🎅🏻 here!

I honestly forget where I found Tantrums and Tiaras online but if I can find it again I'll send you a link!

I agree with you, the early seasons of MASH are the funniest, but I do love a lot of episodes later on too! I like Psych and Monk but I haven't seen all of them, I just used to watch USA a lot. The only reality shows I've really gotten into were Cupcake Wars and Sugar Rush but I loved both of those! I watch Drag Race with my friend sometimes and I enjoy it! Succession is only 4 seasons! The episodes are long but there aren't that many of them.

Don't apologize for rambling! I do celebrate Christmas, but I celebrate Hanukkah too! Christmas is pretty lowkey in my family now that we're adults, it's just my immediate family. We always have cinnamon rolls for breakfast. We don't do a lot of gifts anymore, we do stocking stuffers and maybe a few things, but usually we'll get tickets to a concert or musical or something instead. We always make scallops for dinner and this year since it's also the first night of Hanukkah we're going to have latke with them! And we usually go to the movies so we're going to see A Complete Unknown this year!

What about you? What are you celebration plans?

Ooo, baking shows can be fun, but ever since I started to work in bakeries I feel their anxieties a little too much. Fun fact: the bakery where I work now was featured on an episode of Cupcake Wars!

Oh right, I forgot that Hanukkah starts on Christmas this year! Tbh I'm just gonna spend the day with my parents (and my cats, of course.) It's so cool that you celebrate Hanukkah too! Latke sounds delicious, but I tried to make something similar once (or idk, I'm not sure how similar Reibekuchen are) and it just would not cooperate with me. Do you make them from scratch at home? What else do you do for Hanukkah?

#secret rocker santa #btw i would love a link to tantrums and tiaras if you ever find it again!

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idkfitememate · 5 months ago

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this little sprite cannot promise to be there always, but one would like to! if there is no trouble.

also have you looked into swsh found family fics in ao3 theres this one where the oc wakes up as a child in glimmerwood(? is that the name. i havent played in so long) and is raised by the wild mons there. can i. can i rec u its link

this little sprite is still finding other lost literature like it (°•°,)

Ooo I don’t go onto Ao3 much anymore (👀looks at failed books👀) but I’ll def have to check it out!!

I’d love the link and don’t worry!! I love adding new anons to my list!! I’m pretty sure there are a few there I’ve only interacted with one hehe but I’d love to have you my little sprite!! No trouble at all!! <3

#asks <3 #anon <3 #Little Sprite anon <3

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allisonreader · 6 months ago

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This is another thing that I found in my email drafts. I think that I'll be rewriting it at some point but I'll share it in it's rough form here. (It's for my Cars Titanic AU.)

“You wouldn’t believe this footage I found in my grandparents attic, if I didn’t show you. I don’t know where they got it from. Or if they or my dad filmed it. But it has Lightning McQueen singing an unknown sea shanty; or at least I don’t know anything about it, as he waits for either a race to start or continue. If anyone knows a little bit more about the context of what’s happening or what song he’s singing, please tell me in the comments. I don’t even know when this was filmed other than I think it’s older than the 80's. Since everyone is jumping into the sea shanty boat, this seems like a good time to post this and see if I can’t get some answers about this. Anyway, I’ll let the footage play now."

A couple of minutes of Lightning singing, looking a little bit bored, tapping his leg as he sings.

"There you go. A young Lightning McQueen, singing something of a sea shanty, looking like he’s waiting to race."

{Who knew that Lightning McQueen could sing. Can he still sing today?}

{Wonder where he learned those from}

{His grandfather was a ship captain, so probably from him I would expect.}

{He actually wrote a book about how his family survived the sinking of the Titanic. His great uncle and grandfather were sailors on the ship and the pair ended up becoming a rather notable pair themselves if you’re interested in maritime history at all. His grandfather became a sought after captain while his g. uncle remained his grandfather's right hand man.}

{he should stick to racing it’s what he does best}

oOo

"Dad, you and mom have to see this."

"See what?"

"You’ve gone viral."

"What? Why?"

"Someone found some old racing footage of you singing sea shanties. It must be from the 60's or 70's because you are YOUNG."

"Are you calling me old?"

"If the shoe fits. Seriously though, someone has posted it to YouTube and since sea shanties have hit mainstream with the Wellerman one that’s been making the rounds. I’m sending you the link so you and mom can watch it. Some have even remixed it."

"Huh.... I didn’t even know that there was any footage of this out there....

"Huh... I hadn’t thought there was any footage of that floating around... I blame Uncle John and granddad. They used to sing sea shanties as they’d cut wood. Some of them got sung as lullabies to me. It was a way to pass the time while waiting...

#loosely sketched out idea from when sea shanties were all the rage.

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sarilolla · 11 months ago

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Ever read Just Got Up and Ran Away by Laptopsticker87 on AO3? That fic has just about what I'm looking for in fics starring Floyd and Veneer: found family. In that fic, Floyd is such a dad! ☺️

Recommending it to you because I figured maybe you might enjoy it.

Ooo, just finished the first chapter, it’s real good! Not what I would have clicked on on my own, but recommendations are fun so had to try, and I like it :)

Here’s the link if others want to read it!

Thanks for the ask ^^

#dreamworks trolls #answered asks

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kudosmyhero · 1 year ago

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Marvel Team-Up #50: The Mystery of the Wraith!

Read Date: February 26, 2023 Cover Date: October 1976 ● Writer: Bill Mantlo ● Penciler: Sal Buscema ● Inker: Mike Esposito ◦ Dave Hunt ● Colorist: Janice Cohen ● Letterer: Gaspar Saladino ◦ Karen Mantlo ● Editor: Archie Goodwin ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● Spidey goes to Dr. Strange to see if he can figure out if Brian DeWolff actually died or not ● ooo, so Jean doesn't think her brother is the Wraith--she actually suspects that it is her father, Phillip DeWolff. ● Spider-Man also doesn't believe that Brian is the Wraith… but if Brian's body was never found… which begs the question, how was he declared dead after only 2 years? Usually something like 7 years has to pass before a missing person can be declared legally dead by the family ● except now Jean is going to check the family crypt… so was his body found or nah? ● Spider-Man and Dr. Strange go to where the ambush happened, and his amulet conjurs up specters to re-enact what happened ● someone shot Brian DeWolff, and Phillip DeWolff shot that shooter before carrying off his son ● Tony Stark's analysis of one of Wraith notes also seems to point toward Phillip DeWolff being the Wraith ● the entrance to the Wraith's lab is in the DeWolff family crypt ● grr Phillip DeWolff is such a misogynistic pig! Please tell me he dies. ● it seems that the Wraith is the brother… but we already know the Wraith can make the mind see things, so can we trust anything going on? Short answer, no. Long answer, noooooooooooo. ● Iron Man on his way with a helmet he hopes will protect against mind manipulation

● still explaining what happened on that day 2 years ago, Phillip says that the link between Brian's nervous system and his mind had been permanently severed. He called on two men he thought he could trust--Karl Bonn, a banker, and Max Vorster, a wealthy landlord. though what he thought they could do just because they had money, I have no idea ● police-commissioner-turned-evil-scientist accidentally fused his mind with Brian's, but now he could control Brian's body with just a thought ● he sent Brian to seek revenge on Vorster and Bonn ● I see the family resemblance via facial expressions…

● aaaaand Phillip blames Jean for her mother dying while giving birth to her. Seriously. Fuck this guy. ● "Never turn you're back on a pair of heroes…" - you're? sigh ● Iron Man puts the helmet on Phillip so that he cannot send his thoughts to Brian's body ● Dr. Strange vows to Jean that he will do what he can to restore Brian to his old self ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Spider-Man, Jean DeWolff, and Iron Man recruit Dr. Strange to help them solve the mystery of the identity of the Wraith, believing there to be a supernatural element when evidence suggests that the Wraith is possibly Jean's deceased brother Brian. As Spider-Man and Dr. Strange go back to the scene of Brian's death, Iron Man reviews the forensic evidence and Jean DeWolff goes to investigate her brother's tomb. As Spider-Man and Dr. Strange learn that Brian wasn't killed on the scene, Iron Man finds that the fingerprints on the Wraith's notes match that of Phillip DeWolff, and Jean is shocked to find her father and the Wraith hiding out in a secret laboratory where she is captured. When Dr. Strange and Spider-Man arrive they too are incapacitated and taken over. Phillip then explains how he pulled his son off the scene of the crime and invested money on inventions that might restore him to life, and save him from the bullet wound to his head. The last experiment instead linked their minds, so that Brian, in his trance-like state, was able to be controlled by Phillip. Phillip created the Wraith identity to take revenge on criminals using lethal force. When the heroes break free, Iron Man also arrives with a specially prepared helmet. Iron Man puts the helmet on Phillip, incapacitating both he and the Wraith. Although they defeated their foes, Brian's health is still affected by the bullet. (https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Marvel_Team-Up_Vol_1_50)

Fan Art: Iron Man and Spider-Man by JoinSpider

Accompanying Podcast: ● Untold Talks of Spider-Man - episode 09

#podcast untold talks of spider man #spider man (peter parker)#my marvel read

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