#Oooooo! He got BURnT!

[ferngle]

crispy scout.. and pyyyroooo <333

[vivwritesfics]

Lando Norris HC's

I'm burnt out and exhausted and I just want someone to love me haha

Masterlist

Lando

Where to begin?

He's... something else

Don't get me wrong, he's amazing

What's not to love?

High performance athlete who also streams on Twitch

Every bit the golden retriever boyfriend everybody wanted

Every bit the golden retriever boyfriend Y/N got

This man? Attention WHORE

He doesn't stop

Comes out with the weirdest stuff

It's so much fun

Wants his girlfriend with him for race weekends

Because he hates going a long time without pissing her off

Very important that his girlfriend gets along with Carlos

She's there when they're pissing about

During their McLaren days?

Mayhem

You kind of have a love every minute of it if you're dating Lando

Sitting in while he streams sometimes

Not every time

But being in the room, doing something while he streamed

Y/N could be doing her own work while Lando gamed and streamed

Chief cuddler

But can't sit still long enough for them to properly cuddle

Loves getting his hair played with

Oooooo running your fingers through Lando Norris' hair? Literally can't imagine anything better

Stealing hats and hoodies purely because they smell like him

Lando loves snogging

Kissing by lamp light, hands on her hips, grip almost bruising

Or his hands would be on her face, pushing away her hair

Man loves marking up

Marking up his girl and being marked up

Aka, hand prints, hickies, scratches down his back

Lando loved that the most

Feeling her nails raking down the skin of his back

Plus, it was easy to hide

Unless he was participating in an ice bath

Then he'd mark her up twice as good, since she couldn't leave marks on him

Out in the club, Lando is very touchy

Aka, doesn't let go of her

Holding her hand

Holding her hips or her ass as they danced

Y/N becoming one of the more photographed WAG's

Simply because she didn't want to stay hidden

She wanted the world to see her with Lando

She wanted the world to know how much she loved her man

After a race, when Lando was in the top three, he'd climb of the car, wave to the crowd, run over to the McLaren team at the barriers to celebrate

And then he'd pull Y/N against the barrier and she'd kiss his helmet, where she'd think his lips would be

Holidays with Lando!!

Oh my god, literally the best

Fancy hotels and Yachts

Adventuring together

Holidaying with other drivers

There was one particular holiday

It was very spontaneous, they hadn't booked anything

Just hopped off a plane and off they went

To the Canary Islands

It was difficult to get a hotel

When they landed, they could only get one

It was... hell

Kids everywhere, booming music like baby shark playing around the pool all day

It was all inclusive, with drunk, neglectful parents spending every minute getting burnt on the sun loungers or around the buffet

Y/N and Lando found themselves as far away from the pool and buffet as they possibly could

Y/N would be reading her book as Lando did... something

When parents came and took their kids for dinner, they got a break from it

They could go in the pool without kids swimming into them

The hotel had crazy golf

Happy Lando

Happy Lando dragging Y/N around the crazy golf course, giggling like a child

Driving with Lando

Ugh, simply the best

Driving around Monaco in the Fiat Jolly (before he sold it) with his hand on her thigh

Driving in any vehicle with Lando's hand on her thigh

Hitting every red light

Kissing at the stop signs (darling)

Lando belting out the lyrics to any song that comes on

Having a car playlist so that the both of them could sing along

Going to Lando's parents for Christmas

Traditional British Christmas

Aka, roast dinner, pulling crackers, drinking, playing board games and ending the night with a cheese board

Taking his girlfriend around Guildford while they're in the UK

(I'm pretty sure it's Guildford - a youtube video from five years ago just popped up which said Guildford)

(Guildford is the halfway point between where I live now and where I actually live)

After a year and a half, Lando asks her to move in with him

Six months after that, they get a dog

A Doberman, collie, or golden retriever, I think

The name? Badger

Why? Daniel

Aka, Daniel knew the couple were going to adopt a dog

He had to get himself involved somehow and

He placed a wager - if Lando finished below P5 he'd get to name the dog

Y/N readily accepted

Lando DNFed that race

And so, the dog was named after the honey badger himself

To this day, Lando doesn't know

Lando is such a good dog dad

The dog doesn't come to the race weekends like Roscoe does with Lewis

Either Y/N stays home or the dog stays with a trusted friend if they had both gone

Lando's social media becomes a fan account for the dog

Having oh so many pregnancy scares with this man

Who doesn't love a late night run to the shop to get a pregnancy test or two?

They do eventually get pregnant

Y/N finds out on a race weekend

She was at home with Badger when she saw the pregnancy test in her bathroom cabinet

Video calling her best friend, Y/N took it

She waited the mandatory couple of minutes before she checked the little stick

She had to hang up on her friend

It was just meant to be for fun

Nothing serious

But then it turned serious

What the fuck was she going to do?

When the fuck would she tell Lando?

Should she tell him now, before he's about to go and race?

Yeah no, not a chance

Not with how much she was currently freaking out

She waits until he gets home from the race weekend

The test (and all of the others she'd done) had been thrown in the bin

All she had was herself

This was fine

She wasn't freaking out

(she was freaking out big time)

Y/N stayed up, waiting with Badger for Lando to come home

As soon as the door opened, she jumped up and faced him

Lando dropped his things when he saw her

He'd assumed she'd been asleep when he got in

But no, she was still awake

And he'd been waiting for him

Warmth spread through him

Normally, when Y/N waited up for Lando, she'd jump into his arms

But not this time

No

She just stood there, staring at him

"I've got something to tell you"

Anxiety spread through Lando

Y/N told him

He dropped to his knees

Well, his one knee

For the longest time Lando had been looking for a sign that he should propose

He wanted to, he desperately wanted to

He was just looking for some sort of sign

This wasn't a sign, it was a slap in the face

With all of the racing, Lando hadn't yet managed to buy her a ring

He'd really meant to

When he got down onto one knee, it was at the very back of his mind

"Marry me?"

Yeah, that was how he asked

Of course, Y/N said yes

Lando began running around, looking for some rope or yarn or twine that he could wrap around her finger until he got a proper ring

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Bad Math

(note for my followers with requests going, I'm pretty burnt out of House atm. I will get to requests when I can, but getting back into writing for me and also my life stuff will take priority over them.)

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Summery: Episode 3 of Double Life. Martyn regresses after accidentally killing himself and Cleo but is afraid to say anything. It turns out he doesn't have to, because Cleo can feel all of it.

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Cleo jolted up in her bed, a fresh rush of respawn-fuelled adrenaline coursing through her veins. She hissed through her teeth as moving shot painful pulses through the newly reformed muscles of her legs and back. 

“Martyn!” She seethed to no one, “Oh my god, you stupid—“ That idiot had just killed them both! What in the world was he thinking!? The soul string around her finger burned with her anger and she didn’t bother to stifle it. She wanted Martyn to know that her blood was absolutely boiling. She got a dull pang of something like guilt back before he shut that down, because of course he would. She rolled her eyes.

Her joints ached as she stumbled out of bed and out the front door, but she pressed on. Her items would despawn if she wasted time, and she wasn’t going to lose all of her hard work on top of a life. 

The cliff was treacherous, at least a 20 block sheer drop with mobs everywhere, and she cursed Martyn under her breath the whole miserable shuffle down to the riverbed. By the time she reached solid ground her muscles were throbbing and a small hoard of zombies were clawing at her feet. She felt the pinch of phantom fingers on her forearm, Martyn’s silent complaining, and she pinched right back. He’s done this to himself. He was lucky she wasn’t letting these zombies have a little nibble. 

Some of her items were washed up on the rocks, coated in watery pink blood and muck, but the rest were floating amongst the drowned on the riverbed, not worth getting if she wanted to stay alive. She scooped up what she could and began the climb back to the top. Several of her items were missing, her food and armour were lost to the silt, which meant even if Scott could lend her something to wear she’d have to go back to the bloody caves in the middle of the night. 

At the top of the cliff, Martyn’s items lay scattered in a pile where he died. Part of her wanted to leave his things to rot, maybe kick them down into the river, but instead she begrudgingly dumped them into a chest for him to retrieve. She couldn’t have him dying again because his armour despawned, even if the idea of inconveniencing him brought her a sense of sweet satisfaction.

Buzz. Her communicator vibrated against her hip, and she pulled it out. 

<ZombieCleo fell from a high place trying to escape InTheLittleWood>

<SolidarityGaming> WHAT

<PearlescentMoon> OOOOOO

<Impulse> Soulmate kill? O.o

<Smajor1995 whispered to you:> You okay?

<Tango> LOL

<Rendog> rip

And of course nothing from Martyn. No explanation, not even a fake apology. Cleo huffed.

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Fine. Got my stuff back

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Most of it. My armour’s gone

Martyn hadn’t shown his face yet, which was probably for the best. She might just beat the stuffing out of him if he came around for the next while. A part of her wondered why she hadn’t seen him yet, if not just to get his stuff back before running off again, his tail tucked between his legs. She stared across the chasm to his heart tower. From where she was standing she couldn’t see him in the windows or moving around on the ground. 

<Smajor1995 whispered to you:> Do you want me to help you mine? I think I’ve got a spare set of boots too

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Yes that would be great thanks

The walk to their strip-mine was short, but in sopping wet clothes and coming off a respawn  it felt like a slog. Thankfully she made it without running into any mobs, and Scott met her at the entrance to the mine, pickaxe in hand and a concerned look on his face. “You alright, Cleo?”

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Fine, just… frustrated.” 

Scott nodded sympathetically and made an after you motion to the mine. Cleo lead them down the tunnel system until they found untouched rock, which wasn’t too far, and set up a crafting table and a couple furnaces.

They worked in an unusual silence. Typically their time together was comfortable and full of banter, but it was hard to find something to talk about besides the glaringly obvious. She could almost feel how badly Scott wanted to pry and know every little detail, ever the gossip he was, but it was clear that he was determined not to from the near-constipated look on his face.

Cleo smirked. “Out with it then, ask me what happened,” She said, resting her pickaxe over her shoulder and leaning against the wall, “I know you want to. Although, I can’t really say I know myself.”

“Why did he kill you?” And wasn’t that the million-dollar question. “I know we’re not on good terms, but I didn’t think he’d do something like that. Not even Pearl has gone that far! And she’s crazy!” 

Cleo snorted, “I’ll tell you why, because he’s selfish! I don’t agree to a truce and he shoves me off a cliff!” She turned back to her pickaxe, punctuating every angry syllable with a swing. “Because he can’t just survive on his own. Ee’s like a parasite! Nagging on and on, and that weird tower he’s got in the ravine? Oh my gods—!” She was ranting, but it felt good to vent her frustrations to someone who wasn’t terminally dense and obsessed with the idea that ‘he’s your soulmate, you have to make up!’. What nonsense.

“And now we’re down a life, and I’m going to be stuck picking up after him because it’s always me, isn’t it? And it always will be! He’s just going to go running about willy nilly and I’ll have the consequences!” She swung her pick down with more force than was probably necessary, crumbling a pocket of lapis into dust, “He’s like a toddler!”

Suddenly, speak of the devil and he shall appear, there was a tug on their soul bond. It wasn’t ticks of damage like usual, it was an emotional tug. A ripple of nervous butterflies fluttered through her stomach, and she paused. Strange. Not the feeling itself, but the fact she’d felt it at all. The both of them had been stubbornly careful not to let their feelings slip through their bond ever since they’d officially split off in the first session. Probably a close call with a creeper.

Finally, after what felt like the thousandth poke-hole in the rock, she hit a pocket of iron. “Aha!” She exclaimed in victory, “Finally! This should be enough for at least a chest plate and some trousers. Come check it out, it’s massi—“

She faltered. There it was again, stronger this time. Her stomach twisted with what was definitely fear, and something else, too. It was fuzzy and hard to grasp. 

“Cleo? You alright?”

“…Yeah, I just… Martyn’s doing something. He’s probably caving.”

Scott hummed, sitting cross-legged on the ground and tossing a few pieces of raw iron into the furnaces, “Is he taking damage? You looked kinda scared there for a second.”

He hadn’t, but Cleo checked her health bar anyway to find it perfectly intact. “Nope. He probably just got ambushed by a mob or something, clearly he’s not the most careful man on this serv—“

It was then that it crashed over her; the string on her finger tightened and a wave of crystal-clear and suffocating sadness flowed through it. It startled her just how fast her eyes welled up and her chest squeezed, nearly winding her. “What on earth..?” She gasped. Her pickaxe clattered against the stone floor as she stumbled back against the wall. 

“What’s wrong!?” Scott clambered to his feet and rushed to her side, “Do you need food? How many hearts are you on?” He demanded, shoving a piece of bread against her hand.

Cleo quickly straightened, gently pushing the bread away, “No I don’t need food, I— I’m fine, just—“ What was Martyn doing?

Part of her wanted to ignore this. Whatever this was, it wasn’t her circus or her emotional monkeys. Physically they were fine, so it was fine. She scrubbed the tears out of her eyes, only for them to come right back, blurring Scott’s fretting expression. 

But the other part, the stronger part, told her that this wasn’t normal. Something was wrong with Martyn and she couldn’t help but be worried. Outside of the game they were still friends, and she still cared about Martyn’s wellbeing even if he was being a terrible partner right then. 

“Something’s wrong with Martyn.” She said. Well obviously, well done there Cleo, very observant. “I don’t know what but it’s… a lot.”

A thick, hazy feeling settled behind her eyes like molasses. It felt gentle, like it should have been pleasant, but it only amplified the swirl of emotions rushing through her. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she sniffled. Deep in her chest something was crying out for comfort, and she had to stop herself from instinctively reaching out to grab Scott’s hand, even though he probably wouldn’t have minded.

Scott took a deep breath, tapping his fingers quickly against the hilt of his pickaxe. “Right. Not much to go off of, then. What does it feel like?”

She struggled to get her thoughts in order as wave after wave of emotion came through their bond. It was overwhelming, flooding every corner of her brain like tar. “Goodness gracious, keep it together, Martyn…” She mumbled to herself, trying to at least keep her vision clear, “Um… It’s like, heavy? He’s definitely sad, scared I think… My head’s all fuzzy.”

After a moment of looking deep in thought, a look of dread suddenly dawned over Scott’s face, “Oh no…”

“What? What is it?” Cleo asked, voice creeping on desperate as the storm inside her slipped into her voice, “Don’t just say “oh no” and then stand there with that look on your face, it’s stressing me out!”

Scott looked at her, eyes wide. “He’s not regressed, is he? Surely not.”

All of the pieces were suddenly falling together to make a terrifying picture. The hiding, the suffocating fuzzy feeling, all of the emotions flowing through their bond, the crying— Martyn was little. 

Cleo’s mind raced. There was a child running around in the middle of the night during a death game, scared out of his mind and most likely defenceless. It was a miracle he hadn’t taken any damage yet. Heck, it was a miracle they weren’t dead yet, came a sobering thought, it was a miracle he wasn’t chased down by a hoard of zombies, backed into a corner a slaughtered. Ex-soulmate status be damned, she needed to find him and soon. She fumbled with her belt for her communicator and quickly typed out a message with shaky fingers.

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Martyn where are you

To her surprise and slight relief, it didn’t take long for Martyn to respond.

<InTheLittleWood> i’m fine

<BdoubleO100> ?

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Sure. What’s wrong? Are you regressed right now? Also you’re in main chat

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> Fine. Not small. Dw boutt it

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Martyn. Stop messing around, where are you? Don’t make me get Grian, I’ll make him stop the session right now if I have to

The fuzzy feeling increased, and she blinked hard. If the rampant spelling errors in his messages weren’t enough to convince her he was small, that sure was.

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> Spswn

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> spawn

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Stay there, I’m coming to find you

“I’m going to get him.” Cleo said, pocketing her pickaxe and equipping the iron boots Scott had given her. Her shield was shoddy at best, but they hadn’t had enough time to make her anything else and they didn’t have any to waste now. It would have to do.

Scott stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, “Do you want me to come with you? If you give me a sec I can make a new shield and—”

“No, it’ll take too long. Besides, I think it’ll just freak him out more if you’re there with me.” She rubbed at her eyes and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring look.

“Alright, I’ll catch up, then. Just… be safe, okay?”

“I will. I’ll be quick!”

The run to spawn was a gauntlet, and the burning in her chest and throat wasn’t helping. Thankfully the tears had slowed and her vision was clear enough to dodge mobs as they appeared from the brush. By the time she arrived the sun had begun to crawl over the horizon, but the mobs wouldn’t be burning for at least another hour, which meant they weren’t safe just yet. 

Martyn hadn’t sent any more messages and he was nowhere to be seen at spawn. Anxiety rolled in her gut as she scanned the tree line for Martyn’s obnoxiously bright outfit. She was just about to message the group and rally a search party when she saw it.

A dirt shack. Built up at the base of a scraggly oak tree was a small dirt box, just big enough for one person to be huddled up inside if they really squeezed. She approached cautiously, noting the uptick of nervousness inside her as her footsteps grew closer. She carefully dug away the wall, and there was Martyn. He was curled up tight, red-faced from crying and snot dripping from his nose, staring up at her with eyes blown wide.

Cleo couldn’t help but wince; he was certainly a sight. They stared at each other for a beat before Martyn simply dissolved. He began to cry once more and the tears in Cleo’s eyes returned with a vengeance. He curled impossibly tighter into his little ball and began mumbling something. Most of it was complete nonsense, but she was able to make out one word, over and over again. ‘Sorry’.

A weight dropped from her shoulders and she let out a breath of relief. She schooled her expression into something softer and tried to bend down to his level, but Martyn tucked his face between his knees.

“Martyn? Are we maybe feeling a bit little?” She tried her best attempt at a comforting tone.

“‘M sorry!” he babbled, sniffling loudly, “Didn’ mean t’hurt you, I was joking, I didn’t mean it!” 

All this trouble for a joke, of course.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m just glad you’re safe. This server’s dangerous for a little kid, yeah?” Her assurances didn’t seem to make anything better. In fact, Martyn only seemed more upset. 

His fists clenched into the fabric of his jeans and his head shot up, “You are angry!” He cried, “’Could- ‘could feel it! You’re angry at me an ‘m sorry! I didn’ mean it!”  

Cleo sighed. He was right, she was angry. Buried underneath Martyn’s hurricane of emotions there was still anger for him, but that anger was for adult Martyn. Stupid, shortsighted adult Martyn who got them both killed, not the blubbering child in front of her.

“Martyn, look at me.” He whined stubbornly and turned away, and Cleo rolled her eyes. Oh no, she wasn’t in the mood for this game. “Martyn.” Teary yellow eyes peeked up nervously at her.

“I am angry, alright? I’m angry we died, but there isn’t anything we can do about it now, is there? You didn’t mean to kill me, but we’re still yellow. That’s that.” Martyn sniffled, and Cleo could see a fresh line of tears forming in his eyes. “But, just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I want you to be safe, and I’m certainly not going to leave you all alone while you’re little.” Martyn seemed to consider that, scrubbing clumsily at his eyes. 

She reached forward and gently adjusted his headband from where it had begun to slip down into his face. “There we go, no more crying now. Would you like a hug—? Oof!” Martyn in her arms in an instant, crushing her in a death grip. He buried his nose into her shoulder and sniffled wetly. 

“Oh, gross buddy. Just getting snot all over my shirt, hm?” She chuckled, patting him gently on the back. He squirmed to be nearly cross-legged in her lap, slightly awkwardly because of the height he had on her, but she accommodated as best she could.

They stayed like that for a few minutes in silence, only broken up by the occasional sniffle. The golden string wrapped around Cleo’s finger felt pleasantly warm, the knot loose and flowing instead of suffocatingly tight, and she wondered absently if this was what the bond was supposed to feel like. Comfortable and soothing.

So soothing that she heard the rattling bones of a skeleton behind her just a second too late. 

Martyn gasped, “Cleo there’s a—!”

A sharp pain shot through her shoulder and she yelped. Martyn squeaked, and she curled defensively around him. The mobs.

She pulled out her shield and propped it behind her, and a second arrow lodged into the splitting wood with a thunk. “Martyn, can you run?” Martyn only blinked up at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed like a fish. She grit her teeth, “Alright, up we go then!”

Ditching the shield she hoisted him up under his thighs and prepared to make a run for it. Just as the skeleton drew back another arrow, it was smashed into a pile of bones by an out-of-breath Scott.

“Run! I’ll cover you!” 

Arrows whizzed past her head and zombies turned to follow her as she ran through the woods, and she prayed to admin that none would connect while she was toting a grown man on her hip. She could hear Scott not far behind cutting down anything that got too close, and thank the Admins for Scott Smajor.

Cleo liked to think she was strong, but Martyn wasn’t exactly a featherweight. By the time they all made home and the door was shut firmly behind them she was panting and her arms felt like jelly. 

“You, alright, Martyn?” She huffed, leaning him back to get a look at his face. He nodded and gave her a shaky smile. “You’re very brave then, aren’t you?”

“The bravest.” Martyn muttered, letting his head bonk against her shoulder. She winced. Now that she had a moment to breathe, she could feel the arrowhead grinding against her shoulder blade and the trail of sticky blood running down her back. Martyn was probably a similar story. It was a wonder he hadn’t started complaining about it yet.

“Cleooooo,” Came a whine in her ear, “M’arm huuuurts.” 

There it was. She chuckled. “I’m sure it does. Let’s get patched up then, hm?”

“I’ll see what we’ve got.” Scott said, sounding rather winded as well.

Cleo set Martyn down on the bed and dropped down beside him with a groan. She could be helping Scott find first aid, but she was pretty sure she’d earned a break at this point. Scott returned from the chests with a half roll of gauze and a meagre amount of instant health in a bottle. 

“We don’t have much potion left, but I think we have enough wool for more bandages if we need.”

“Oh, we will need. Hand me those, I’ll get started on Boy-Wonder, here.” 

“Arrow first.” Scott reminded, and oh right, the arrow. “Fast or slow?”

“Fast.” She said, then reached over and grabbed Martyn’s hand. “This is gonna hurt for just a second, okay? Squeeze my hand real hard.”

Martyn nodded nervously.

Scott set one hand on her back for leverage and grabbed the arrow with the other. “Deep breath, you two. One, two… three!”

Cleo grit her teeth and Martyn whimpered as the arrow came out, squeezing her hand like he was trying to pop a balloon.

“See? Not so bad, was it?” She said tightly, but it was hard to look convincing when Martyn’s tears were welling in her eyes. “Now, bandages. C’mon, shirt up.”

After taking a moment to collect himself Martyn tried his best to wiggle out of his shirt, but of course he didn’t take his bag off first and before Cleo could even attempt to correct him he was already tangled and giving her the most pitiful look. 

“You know what? That was my mistake, let me help you with that.”

Mirroring her own, there was a small puncture wound in his right shoulder blade bleeding sluggishly down his back. His wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as hers, but the emotional damage probably made up for it.

“This’ll make it feel better, alright?” She uncorked the bottle and dumped what was left of the potion over the wound, and watched as it began to stitch itself back together. By the time the potion was done, Martyn was in need of little more than a band-aid and her back felt a lot less on-fire than it had a moment ago. With the help of a bit of slime, she secured a layer of gauze over what was left of the cut and helped Martyn wrestle his shirt back on. Was it completely hygienic? No. But it worked in a pinch.

“Now you.” Martyn said, making a grab for the gauze.

“Ah-ah, nooo thank you.” She said, “I think Scott will help with that.” Not that she didn’t trust a toddler with her medical care, but he’d probably make a mess with the slime and she’d had quite enough of bath time for one night.

He pouted. “But I’m your soulmate! I wanna help!”

“You are, but you’re also quite the tiny thing, and I like this shirt. Scott gets it, don’t you, Scott?”

“Sure do.” Scott took the slime and bandages from her and in less than thirty seconds the job was done. 

Even though the day had only just begun, Cleo was absolutely knackered. She glanced out the window at the rising sun and blinked blearily. “We should probably let Grian know to call a break, shouldn’t we?”

“Noooooo…” Martyn whined, before letting out the world’s biggest yawn.

“Yep, on it.” Scott pulled out his communicator and sent the message, and a few seconds later the break message went out.

“Alright, naptime.” Cleo said, pulling Martyn to lay down on the bed with her and halfheartedly tugging up the blanket. Being able to finally close her eyes after the night she’d had felt like heaven.

Scott smirked and took pity on her, and helped bring the blanket up the rest of the way. “You two sleep, I’ll be across the way if you need me.”

She cracked one eye open as he turned to leave. “You sleep too, don’t think I forgot I dragged you out of bed.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Goodnight, Cleo. Goodnight, Martyn.”

Martyn was already dozing off, but he still giggled and called back a quiet, “Good morning, Scott.”

The door shut and the two of them were left in a comfortable silence. Their soul bond wrapped around them, pleasantly warm and light. Cleo was just about to fall asleep when she felt a ripple of guilt.

“…Martyn? What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?” She mumbled.

“M’sorry, Cleo.”

She rolled her closed eyes and felt around for his hand, holding it loosely. “I know you are. If you really want to make it up to me, you’ll relax and have a sleep. Cleo’s tired.”

“…M’kay. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Martyn.”

[elvencantation]

damsel liveblog

tbh my forward arrow fingers are itchy so im gonna be skipping through a lot of this

okay that opening quote was just tacky. we get it. we've seen the previews. youve made the point with the movie title

dude youve brought like twelve people to kill a dragon?? how badly do you want to die?

ooooooo i do love some mushroom arthictecture!! gimme more pls

also love how the fire almost looks liquid in some spots. or maybe thats the melting armor

oh look she's cutting wood she's not a regular girl

they did pick the right task tho chopping wood is kinda hot (see that one canadian lady on instagram)

why does her maidservant already annoy me? its cute theyre holding hands tho

i like their furs. giving stark family vibes

queen of aurea?? seriously??? queen of gold with ships of gold? how on the nose??? or is that the point

srsly giving reverend mother vibes with the 'your holiness' and matchmaking. or maybe ive just got permanent dune brainrot that's closer to the surface after seeing pt2 twice in imax

oooooo cool hair!!

WAIT THATS HER LITTLE SISTER? oh okay the side by side shots make more sense now

more cool hair i wanna see closer!!! and cute sibling interaction

OMG THIS LOOKS SO COOL I WANNA GIF IT

screen recording aquired, will link when i gif

i'd be annoyed at the parent's reactions to aurea if i didnt think about just how much it weighed on them to not be able to provide for their people

i need to take a break and go walk mom's dog

back after that and yummy dinner and just hanging out in bed with puppy and re-reading star wars time travel fics

love how the mountains are immediately ominous behind the beautiful manicured gardens and the stately if a little smudgy castle

AHA THERES THE HAIR!! WHAT BEAUTIFUL BRAIDS IM OBSESSED

lovely balcony and once again, ominous mountains! so pretty so pretty

also yes i know this is pretty basic symbolism but having her in full sunlight and the other girl in shadow? *chefs kiss* i love it every time

girlie why you drawing a labyrinth? i thought she was journaling or something

GOD I LOVE ROBIN WRIGHT. I WANNA SEE HER EVIL

excited to see what the labyrinth will be. boy be calling it a maze smh

awww i do love a good horse ride!! and they match! too bad he's about to toss her into a chasm like a sack of sacrificial potatoes

oh no did they brainwash her poor dad?? also my god stepmom is on fire with the braids and outfits

the cracks are starting to show. but seriously, forgetting the name of the girl youre about to sacrifice?? thats just plain rude

ahhh here's the scene i saw like five times on instagram

oh god please dont make the corset weird please dont say anything weird about it P L E A S E for the love of marzi!

did they give her a bodice dagger?? or was that just the sheath? i love it

ahhhh i do enjoy some nature inspired jewelry!!

also the red cloak!!! lovely

pretty pretty pretty!!!

ahhh the creepy gold masks theyre so intricate!!!

and robin is now a reverend mother too

ooooo what a pretty shot and i want her jewelry wow

ahhhh i do enjoy how subtly uncomfortable the prince looks

aha there we go. now the fun can begin!

oooooo look at all those coins

also a very pretty shot!

oooooooo i need to gif this bit too

WAIT THE DRAGON TALKS?!?!!?

my god the voice is stunning

MAGMA DRAGONFIRE THIS IS GORGEOUS (pausing for more screen recording)

looks like the maw of a dragon!!!

wait im sorry why's the other girl burnt and dead if its only 'once a generation'???

avenging angel vibes pls continue

ok yeah so it was only a sheath. too much to ask for for them to give her an actual weapon

what the heck was in that pretty filigree egg thing?? also i want one. its so pretty. i mean i know it was some kind of scent. convenient that it burns like a lamp XD

wow this movie is just feeding me lots of pretty visuals tyty

good thing girlie's got lots of upper arm strength from chopping wood!

yeahhhh make a bioluminescent lamp!!! and double win, she got rid of the second sleeve. much better now

wow im gay

magically healing bioluminescent non-oceanic nudibranches??

thats my new indie band name btw

please tell me shes taking some magic slugs with her. youre gonna be climbing spikes pls bring some healing with you

such pretty stabby crystals!!

once again looking like a maw. though this time more like the maw of a sandworm ;)

"three were taken three must be given" ???? excuse me

ah. they were dumb enough to anger a mama dragon. they deserve to die

tell me her dad aint gonna get him and his men killed

also damn she made it all the way up just to have to come back down

oh we finally get to see the dragon!!! goddamn. she looks like a scaly gryfon i like it

dont you guys dare kill the dad off just as i was starting to like him. dont do it

yeah i guess they realized they had to redeem him so his death would have impact. rude

girl take chekhov's sword!

ohhhh this is so pretty i think i gotta screen record it too

this is some pompeii shit. oh i should watch that movie its got two hot people in it

even cooler!!!

theyre just killing everyone?? thats boring

the mulan hair thing woulve been cool if i didnt daily put up my hair in a very secure bun without any pins or hairties that only works when your hair is like mid back length at least XD

its a miracle you didnt hurt your leg with you fell elodie

oh noooooo oh god that was so awkward i cant

why is this so awkward?? whats happening

like you ever did what you were told?? whats happening? whats with the pacing, the dialogue the blocking?? w h a t

why did they have to show the queen with her crown melting off for so long??

oh they match! nice

ooooooo pretty pretty

overall kind of a fun movie. dont think i'd watch it again. still need to watch i am dragon

[scaryscarecrows]

Oooooo gimme the director's cut for Secrets of Scary People! (Either just a single chapter of your choice or the whole work, it's up to you!)

Oh, God.

Okay. Cards on the table: as ff.net (wow so many popups these days) was...happy...to tell me, I started writing that collection in 2013. Just. Just remember that little factoid. :p

Aaanyways, first things first: many fandom creatives know intimately what I mean when I say 'hyperfixation'. That right there explains pretty much everything I do, because you have to find your joy somewhere, right? Right. So now that that's right out of the way, let's get into this.

So yeah. 2013. 2013 was right about the time I hit peak Overwhelmed and basically had a crisis. Hey, I'd busted my ass to graduate high school early, chosen a random college major that I didn't really care about or want to do but 'college isn't option', (I was failing everything by this point, I'll be honest) and my mother's health was really starting to take a turn, which meant I was the Caregiver. On top of that, as plenty of Only/Eldest Daughters (gender-neutral variant) know, expecting, like, support? Nah. This is to say that I was in a bad mental place.

And this fucker. This absolute jackass.

brought me so much joy. That sounds, admittedly, like the start of some Very Bad manifesto, but I swear it isn't. I had seen most of this movie on cable years earlier, but I picked up a copy out the $5 bin at Walmart and...well...look, I spent my entire childhood hearing about 'brains are more important than looks', and he did make that toxin all by himself. Apparently. And he's a doctor. Okay, so the villainy is a little bad, but we all have faults and I was willing to overlook them.

(And Cillian Murphy is both pretty and a gift to watch in pretty much everything, so really, this isn't my fault.)

I've been writing pretty much daily since...nngh...2007? Ish? I don't know, it was like the more age-appropriate way of having an imaginary friend. I had not written fanfiction, however. I didn't know it was much of a thing, either, until I Googled that bastard up there for information Begins had not provided and tripped over ff.net. Fanfiction seemed like a fun, no-stakes challenge--new enrichment for my burnt-out ass--so I did a Wiki dive for basic information, picked up a copy of Year One, and banged out about five or six one-shots over the course of a weekend. One of those would eventually become All Those Things You Fear, the others would end up in Scary People. I'll admit, I wanted him to have nice things once in a while, because

A) I felt bad about the Grandma thing, and about the bully thing. Kindred spirit! At least a little. I got it, anyway.

B) I'm sorry, I acknowledge that Nolan Crane is a corrupt jerk, but Zsasz does belong in Arkham (I Googled him too, at the time) and Rachel needed to just admit that.

At the same time, bullying him a little seemed like a good idea. Especially after further Wiki exploration turned up the discovery of Arkham Asylum (though I was NOT happy to find out what happened to Scarecrow at the end of that one). I did find a good longplay of Asylum that I watched (I had no way to play it then), which shaped my personal take on both Crane and his place of work a little more. Things snowballed: picked up a copy of Batman: Gothic for $1.50 and decided that yeah, comics are rad, actually, watched more movies, Gotham aired...and here we are today, with canon meatloaf.

What a ride. But I probably wouldn't have gotten on it if weren't for the autism and, like, bad mental health. BUT then again I'm pretty sure that's why Bruce is Batman, so really, it's fine. :p

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventure 12

time for everyone to save dans! hopefully.

astral and cam come out of eeby deeby seeing dans fuckin dead and inferno on the ground lol

wished to ekedalen! i wrote like so much of this session i was zooming lol

world building coming in handy! healers wander the town!

Dans Backstory 1

all the shit i wrote dear god nothing is organized

taking dans to the hospital hoping for help.

undyne had to stop them from picking the death card lol

leaving dans at the hospital to search for info

cam and suzy heading to the market for gossip!

inferno, frog, and tori head to Grillbys!

undyne looking for mystical shit.

suzy hears gossip about murdered warlocks, slavers, ect.

shades hanging out at the bar~

shades joins the party! temporary pog

astral goes eeby deeby F

shades pogs out at undyne cause a paladin saved her as a kid from slavers.

old man whispers (crazy old ralsei) poggers

they get to the creepy house but none of them can read the statues plaque lol

have to restrain inferno from attacking frog.

undyne and inferno in 1 group 2nd floor

cam suzy and shades in 2 group 3rd floor

tori and frog in 3 group 1st floor

undyne found the library! inferno found my wedding ring :( give it back. undyne took the ring back :3

cam fell oh noes! their ok tho! i caught them this time tho! found the armory. nothing useful. full of skeletons. broken rifle.

tori and frog found the kitchen! gross, old, firebombed.

back to group 1! found the trophy room and the dragon head! undyne wasnt super interested though, shes in serious mode. she took the sword out poggers. inferno took the head lol

group 2! investigation check i got a nat 25 and suzy got a fuckin 0 how. we found the bathroom! bloodstained floor! bird in the sink! damp and broken tub. no working water. floor 3 is done.

group 3! they find the butlers quarters! struggle signs, bloodstains. servants quarters are a mess too. They also find the indoor garden! everythings dead and burnt. they get attacked! a vine blight? tori crit it and it left lol. 1st floor done!

everyone heads to 4th floor! inferno fell back to the 1st floor lol

we find a childs bedroom! with torture devices in it. cam and tori are having fun. we find a jar of screams! open it up, screams. suzy smashes it against the wall and releases the screams. its a kids. good job suzy. inferno could hear it from downstairs lol. cam trying to discover who's room this is hmmm.

moving on from that horror! we find a ballroom! pog! all the stained glass is broken. theres a bear! sees us and goes back to sleep. burned up music sheets. a homonuculus just hanging around. cam picks them up cause why not. broken instruments. working piano. a working record player. (everything stays) voiced by a strange woman? and an egg. just an egg. undyne crushes it lol. i take the record from the record player.

GHOST IN THE HALLWAY! disappears quickly.

Inferno finds a secret door?! OOOOOO

A religion Center. Prayer room? Idols for The Angel, The Void, and Moss. Desecrated and ransaked room. Prayer book on the floor. Lots of mysterious alchemical vials all around. Dont drink them. Papers and books scattered. Notes and attempted spells, failed resurrections.

Shades says dans and a paladin saved her from slavers years ago.

NEXT ROOM!

A bedroom! Very dusty. Broken armor in the corner. Notes in the room. A paladin letter of recommendation for...Papyrus Dosser?! OOOOO guess he never made it.

NEXT ROOM WHOOOOO

another kids bedroom. normal and dusty. kids letters on the floor! cam reads them poggers. sadge!

NEXT ROOM!

Smashed up bedroom. Fox lives in a hole in the wall. Large family portrait. Dans, Papyrus, and a child holding a ferret. A Lockbox. More letters sloppily written. Letters from an adult. Preserved Echo Flowers. Bundle of torn newspaper clippings. An orb of memories.

Undyne ripped open the lockbox wtf. Shackles covered in old blood. Never forget written on a note. Undyne puts it away lol.

Orb of memories. Shows dans murdering his parents. He stabs them to death. He burns it all down. Cam reads dans suicide note! yay! Frisk, Papyrus, Tamara. Family. they also read the kids letters again. vani the pet ferret. awwww. Undyne reads the other letter. Paladin Kris. The echo flower just says "I love you daddy" cam is crying just like i said!

back downstairs!

(in the past) inferno trying to break into the secret door. he did it. 2 more doors pog. he found my treasure crypt the bastard. and an aboleth enemy! we rush in! yep we killed it!

cam went eeby deeby

shades showed undyne and tori a list of failed suicides. God. Said. No.

the other door! its full of skeletons! a crypt! and a bone devil! shades almost died omg. frog killed it im so proud.

we all got the prizes i rolled! (rocks)

inferno and suzy try to shove the doll into dans' mouth. undyne went no. but that might actually be the plan.

dans begins to wake. he sees the doll. blue screen. hes absolutely having a mental breakdown.

inferno went back to the wizard tower but noped out of there. and burned dans mail. he went to hide at his old hut home.

AND FAKE BATTLE AGAIN

undyne kills us of course. god dammit we need a full party.

[whyoneartheven]

ok my energy has been replenished and I do love this so very much!!!

I just wanna give forger a hugggg poor guy!!! Also, who raised him and Groose after the fire?

ok the blacksmithing idea with Fractal makes so much sense and also the whole “fighting with a sword that you forged yourself” concept is beautiful. I love it so so so so much just yessss! I’m kinda a hopeless romantic when it comes to things like that lol. Also. HUZZAH. An intact family!! XD

I like how you’re making the little quirks each game has make a little more sense! Like the blacksmithing ideas above and also Orpheus needing to learn how to play (and the idea with luminary)! It makes it feel a bit more real in a way :)

ok but Dawnbringer having heterochromia would be SO COOL. I have a friend who has it and it is beautiful. Would this be something he was born with or have to do with his transformation into a wolf? Because I just looked it up and wolves only have blue eyes if they have genetic defects (very rare), but Link pretty much always is shown with blue eyes!

Also I am just in love with the idea of Awakener singing… like YES absolutely yes pleaseee!!!! Do you… do you have any specific sea shanties in mind? Also poor Aryll… what do you think she does post game?

hmmm it’s interesting to think of Engineer as older… I like it tho and it definitely makes sense lol! Also I’m very curious- what do you think about his personality?? I’ve seen people characterize him a lot of different ways!

Ooooohhh Odysseus is Visionary’s personal guard :oooooo

also the idea of him gardening is just perfecttt. Idk much about those games but him keeping a cutting from a plant from the past is so coolllll. Also, with the gardening, it’s beautiful, but also sad, to think he uses it to keep alive the memory of those he’s lost… how do you like to think he dealt with all that trauma?

Also… does his gardening lead to cooking?? And does he make hibiscus tea from the petals?! My mom did when we had hibiscus bushes one year and lemme just say it is some DELICIOUS tea! my friend was actually just telling me about some apple and hibiscus tea she had that was really good.. so that would also be a possibility XD

maybe he and Genesis would bond over tea if they ever met, Idk lol

goodness I love ravio so much! (and the name graffiti is just so very cool) and I love them masquerading as each other; of course they would XD

aww Genesis my guyyy!!! oh goodness that reminds me of this one time my mom and I were trying to get my friend to eat some food bc all she’d had that day was chocolate and it was dinnertime, and I jokingly offered her a tomato and she ate it whole. I feel like Genesis would do that lol.

and the idea for Luminary makes SO MUCH SENSE I LOVE ITTT

ok but Paladin has got to be SO BURNT OUT you are so right

also I also hadn’t played the game and was very surprised to see people write him as cocky and all that, but having seen some cutscenes I think I get why? I still really am not the biggest fan of it tho! It… yeah it doesn’t exactly feel right for a Link.

I love your idea so much tho… like ofc Dark Link is his antithesis and it would make sense that there needed to be darkness Dark Link could to draw from, like in the Twilight Princess Manga where Link becomes cocky and arrogant and only once he fights Dark Link does he chill out again XD

idk if I worded that right but I guess what I’m saying is I love the idea very muchhh.

Rando Link Headcanons: ft BACKSTORIES!!!! WHAT???

Forger: When he and Goddess and Groose were 12, there was a horrible fire on Skyloft. Being a small island, and with all the houses being made of mostly wood, pretty much his entire block was ENGULFED with flames. It claimed the lives of both his parents, Zelda’s mom, and Groose’s grandmother and older sister (who had been raising him), and left all three of them with moderate, but not life-threatening, burn scars- Link’s on his left arm, Zelda’s on her back, and Groose’s along his legs. The lung damage caused by smoke inhalation also gave Link moderate to severe asthma, which is why he has to consume Stamina Fruit and Potion so frequently to replenish his gauge.

Fractal: During his Hyrule's era, it was customary for children training to become knights to apprentice for 5 years under a Blacksmith, because it was considered honorable to wield a sword of one's own forging (and it was practical and more cost-effective to know how to repair your own sword in case it got damaged). That's why he is living with his Grandfather in Minish Cap, even though his father (and his mom okay i want there to be at least ONE link with a healthy intact family) is alive and well. During Minish Cap, he is on his 4th year of apprenticeship and is 15 (alrighty look i know he's a toon link but it's MY headcanons and I can age him up if i need to. which i do.)

Orpheus: Say what you want about "chosen heroes" and "destiny", you can't tell me that out of the blue one day his big sister hands him a flute and he's IMMEDIATELY amazing at it. In fact, he's actually quite terrible at the Ocarina until about right around the time he finishes the Shadow Temple, and until then he has to play every song he tries at LEAST three times before he gets it right because he keeps forgetting proper fingering. (by the time Majora's Mask rolls around though he is quite good at it because he's practiced so much)

Dawnbringer: HETEROCHROMIA. BOY'S GOT A BLUE EYE AND A BROWN EYE. YOU CAN RIP THIS HEADCANON FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.

Awakener: He is actually quite good at singing. Aryll is terrified of storms of any kind (which is reasonable, considering hurricane season affects Outset the HARDEST of all the islands), and she would only calm down if he sang to her, especially when she was little. He can also belt shanties like nobody's business. It has earned him considerable respect from Tetra.

Engineer: First of all, like what I said for Fractal: he may be a Toon Link, but these are my headcanons and if I feel the need to age him up then I reserve that right. He is 18- because you can't tell me that they're SERIOUSLY going to let a 12-year-old graduate from Train School; this may be a Hyrule but I'd like to think that Tetra would have had more common sense than that when she wrote the New Hyrulian Constitution- however, he is quite short and has a BABY. FACE. and people consistently think he's younger than he is, aging him at around 14. Which I think is hilarious because this technically makes him the physically oldest Link and yet people would assume that he's one of the younger ones. (Phantasma suffers from this plight too, though to a lesser extent).

Odysseus: After the events of his games- and after he has moved into the palace to be Visionary's personal guard- he keeps a small garden where he grows plants that hold symbolic meanings from his adventures: Apples to commemorate his uncle, Hibiscus bushes to remind him of Marin, Mystery Seed Plants from Holodrum, and a cutting from the plant Roperi was growing in Labrynna's distant past.

Graffiti: He and Ravio look identical, except for the colors of their hair and skin and eyes. In most incarnations, people would tend to portray them as hating this fact, however, MY versions of them find it HILARIOUS and will sometimes dye each others' hair and wear contacts and try to pass off as the other. Hilda and Icon see right through it, of course, but several castle attendants in both Hyrule and Lorule have been completely fooled by it until the boys can't hide their laughter anymore.

Genesis: My man is quite the survivalist and can and will go DAYS without eating because his body is just used to it (due to his childhood years of living in the wild on his own in a cave). It drives Dawn MAD. She has to force him to eat sometimes (but he adores her so all she has to do is ask nicely). However, he is an AVID tea drinker (and ind of a tea snob) so, though he might miss meals regularly, make him late for TEA TIME and he will END YOU.

Luminary: During his last stand 100 years ago, he was WRECKED by the guardians- much more than would have been appropriate to show in-game. In fact, his left eye was COMPLETELY destroyed. During his century-long nap, it had to be totally repaired by Sheikah Tech, and so it has these threads of orange Ichor intertwined with the blue of his iris. This is what allows his encyclopedic knowledge of the things in the game- like how the Champion's tunic lets him see enemy health gauges, the identification of item names and weapon stats after he's interacted with them once, and the names of locations when he enters them.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hello! Would like to request a blurb or an imagine of Joseph catching reader watching an edit of Eddie, like one of those thirst traps or an edit of Eddie was Ghostface, thank you!

Oooooo okay yeah 😜 on it.

Thank you for requesting! x

You watched the way Eddie's hips swayed to the song, the slow movements that hit every beat as you watched the slutty little waist you knew very well. You bit down on your lip as the camera raised to his face, smiling down at the other familiar feature you were so used to be looking at. You watched it at least 10 times, humming the song by the 5th time but your eyes still glued to your phone screen, there was something so different but so the same between Joe and Eddie.

Joe came through the front door at that very moment you were clenching your thighs together. "Hey love."

You jumped out of your skin quickly locking your phone and putting it underneath where you lay on the sofa. "Hello you."

Joe tilted his head to the side, smirking slightly whilst almost looking confused. "Why'd you shit yourself?"

"No reason." You rolled your eyes, smiling innocently.

"Then why'd you lock your phone in a hurry?" Shit he'd noticed.

"I didn't." You're not a good liar, in fact your face went red. Your boyfriend could see right through your bullshit.

"Let me see, if it's enough to make you blush that hard then I want to know what's making my girl like that." Joe swanned up to you, leaning over you looking down at you hunched up now where you lay.

"It's nothing."

"If you love me you'll let me see." That old chestnut.

You handed Joe your phone, unlocking it and bringing it straight back to the video you'd not been able to move away from. Joe's eyebrows raised, his own cheeks blushed ever so slightly and he couldn't quite get a hold of his breath, snorting out a laugh.

"It's me, I'm getting you like that?"

"Every time, Eddie's hot."

"Oh Eddie's hot? Not Joe?"

"You know what I mean." Joe put your phone down onto the coffee table, removing his shoes and crawling to move over to the side of you to lay next to you.

"You're Eddie, Joe. Stop being a dick about it." You both laughed as you slapped your own hand over your face, trying to rid yourself of your flushed feature.

Joe removed your hand, bringing it down to intertwine his fingers with yours, his brown eyes burnt into yours knowingly.

"Damn, I really should've stole that wig."

"Why?"

"Then at least you'd of got the best of both worlds."

Your scrunched your face up, a dry chuckle leaving your lips.

"Did you really just say that?" Joe shrugged his shoulders as he leaned in to kiss you lightly.

"One out of two ain't bad I guess." He kissed you again, you preferred your Joseph anyway.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

If Nanami were to survive (with s/o in this situation) do you think he’d be self conscious of the injuries he got and considers letting s/o be with someone else or not really care at all. Cause ngl, I could see both ways 😭

Oooooo, you got me thinkin babe

JJK manga spoilers below

Ngl, i think he'd be insecure about his looks after the Shibuya incident. He's not vain by any means, but he doubts you're with him just for his personality. He thinks that there needs to be some sense of physical attraction for a relationship to work, so losing an eye and being half covered in burns would have to change your opinion of him, right?

He's certain you won't be attracted to him like this, so he distances himself a bit. He's preparing for you to break up with him bc of his changed looks. He's not mad or upset with you; he understands why you'd want to leave him when he looks like this now. Ofc he doesn't want you to leave—he loves you desperately and could never feel this way for anyone else ever again—but he refuses to tie you down if you really want to leave. Above all he wants you to be happy, and if that means leaving him then so be it.

Imagine his surprise when you find out his feelings and act appalled that he would ever suggest such a thing. He's shocked that you still love him even when he looks like this, but he has to admit he feels a wave of relief run over him. He's not entirely convinced that you still find him attractive, but he's grateful that you love him nonetheless.

It would take a LOT of reassurance to make him believe that you find him just as if not more attractive than before. Kiss his scars, let your hand linger on his burnt cheek, don't shy away your gaze. Accept him fully and he'll start to believe you. Physical touch and words of affirmation will make him melt into you, forgetting all about his visible wounds as you ride him into oblivion, whining and moaning about how good he feels and how much you love him. He feels so blessed to have you, so goddamn lucky that an angel like you still loves a beastly thing like him. He'll do whatever you want, just say the word and it's done. You're his everything and he's determined to show you that after you proved your neverending love to him.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

#WifeMeUp

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher has blessed me with the permission to turn this post into a drabble and istg yall this just wrote itself. I went a different route with the whole ‘foreign exchange student’ part, I hope you don’ mind 😘

Pairing: Geraskier

Warnings: talk of shitty classes, mentions of ISIS, talk of triggering materials in classes, so much cursing I am worse than the old men i used to bar-tend for

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“This class was fuckin weird. Who the ever loving fuck puts “Middle Eastern History and English 203 Combined” on the roster then does a miserable current events class with a heavy, and frankly depressing, background on ISIS? Like? Cool, I get it, teach what you’re interested in, but give us some warning?! Maybe write in the description that it’s predominantly covering some fucked up shit? Not way-back-when like one assumes?!” Jaskier had launched into the rant he was planning all day when his coworker asked how the first day of the semester was going. 

Essie just nodded at the appropriate times, raising her eyebrows when necessary as she ran cleaning tablets through the espresso machine. 

“My day is already weird enough working here. Plus! Where’s the trigger warning?! Some kids have trauma! How the fuck are they gonna know the first day is a slideshow full of horrific images?! Fucking irresponsible.”

Essie started tamping down some coffee to test the shots, “So are you gonna try to switch into something else?”

Jaskier grinned, his eyes lighting up, “Not a chance.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes and tinkering with the settings on the machine, “Tell me about him.”

“Oh Ess, he’s gorgeous. He’s definitely not from the states, but I only caught a few words from him so I can’t place his accent-”

“Ah, yes. The accents always get you.”

“They do.” He sighed like a middle schooler in the school play as a car pulled up to their little stand, “There’s more, I promise.”

“Oh I’m sure.” Essie sighed.

Jaskier handed the customer the card reader as he started pulling the shots on the other machine, “He’s so pretty. Holy shit Ess. All jawbone and eyebrows. And his hair. I wanna know who does it because it is pure white and it still looks healthy? He’s probly my height but he looks like he could break a linebacker in half. Oof. He’s one whole lotta man, and you know me, I’m a sucker for a good set of shoulders. He doesn’t strike me as the athletic type though, ripped jeans, wallet chain, Soundgarden t shirt, flannel in his belt. Mm. Tall grunge drink of water.” he paused to hand off the customer’s beverage and take the card reader back, “And his eyes are fucking gold, I shit you not.”

Essie gave him a skeptical look, “Gold? You mean light brown?”

He shook his head aggressively, “I. Mean. Gold. Straight up sunflower eyes.”

She still didn’t look like she believed him, “He must actually be hot if you’re this excited.”

It was Jaskier’s turn to roll his eyes, “I’m not that much of a ho.”

“Not a ho, you never follow through.” She teases.

_

Before they head out to their classes, Jaskier makes them each the most ridiculously caffeinated and sugar loaded drink he can think of, as is tradition. 

He takes a picture of his latte art and posts it straight to twitter with the caption “Quad caramel, toffee, burnt marshmallow, and hazelnut breve (with a penis heart) #wifemeup” then tops the drink with as much whipped cream as possible.

His first class is statistics, and honestly fuck stats. He struggles through it, remembers nearly nothing, then moves on to the combo class of his nightmares. 

This boy better be gay or bi or pan or something other than straight. 

He sat roughly in the middle of the amphitheater-like classroom and kept an eye on the door by holding his phone up with his elbows resting on the desk and slouching like a child. True to his nature, he got lost in his phone and failed to notice when Hot Babe walked in and plopped into the seat to his left.

Jaskier squeaked, clutching his pearls and immediately trying to suppress his giggles, “Holy shit.”

“Sorry, you alright?”

Jaskier stared up at him, dumbstruck for a moment.

Oooooo, English.

“Yeah! Yeah, good.Hi!”

Hot Brit grinned, setting up his laptop, “Hi.” 

Jaskier took another deep breath to calm his heart, but he couldn’t decide if the jump scare or Hot Brit’s collar bones were making it beat like this. 

“You don’t have a heart condition do you?” Hot Brit was smirking now, only looking at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulled up his notes from last class. 

Jaskier tilted his head, oh shit, he’s clever too, “No, thank fuck.” he laughed.

Hot Brit gave him an amused huff as the prof walked in and started shouting housekeeping announcements to the hall.

As the man was droning on about things that truly didn't matter, Hot Brit leaned over, eyes still on the prof, and whispered, “Oh yeah, I meant to ask you, will you marry me?”

Jaskier’s eyes bulged out of his head, frozen focusing on the whiteboard, “Uh, yo- what?” He whips his head around to look at Hot Brit, still looking forward, but openly smiling now. He set his phone on Jaskier’s desk, open to his tweet from this morning.

“I’m not stalking you, honest. You were on my Suggested page.”

Jaskier let the breath he was holding go, “Ooooohhh. Oh! Oh’ho’ho. Cute.” he chuckled. 

Goddamn he’s funny and smooth?

Hot Brit just wiggled his eyebrows, looking at Jaskier with an almost perfect mask of confidence.

Jaskier took the phone and entered his number in the messenger app, “How about dinner?”

Hot Brit nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes, “I’m Geralt, by the way.”

Jaskier texted himself before handing the phone back, “Geralt. Sounds very knightly.”

Geralt snorted, earning a couple glares, as the lecture had started, “Hardly.”

Jaskier settled in with his laptop, clicking the ‘audio to text’ button, “I guessed. With all the flannel and holes.”

The two grinned at each other before Geralt focused back on their lecture. Jaskier bit his lip to keep from smiling like the Cheshire Cat. 

Essie is gonna shit herself.

[nyaitsu-writes]

nya my beloved !! i am doing great, i actually made a writing blog a month ago because you inspired me ☆ /srs

i . . . am actually trying to fix my sleeping schedule, so i need to be dead asleep before 23:00 . getting a good night’s sleep feels so refreshing, to be honest (๑･̑◡･̑๑) ( i’m sleep-deprived in the past few years HAJSHA)

and your exams omg,, good luck !! i know you can do it ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ tell your last braincell to hold on a little longer HAHSGZHAHS

the ibara prompt is in character ! wdym it’s ooc,, 🍡 is a huge ibaraP yk,, i love reading all your works esp ibara’s . . .

and oooooo i hope you get sora at least !! i stopped doing the event because i’m having an enstars burnout and i’m just logging in to get the daily awards and stuff . my mind says there’s an ibara event coming soon and i need to save *hides my 175 gems in the corner*

— 🍡

oh gosh you did?? that's so awesome! i am waiting. here. please give me your @ 🤲 i'm going to spam the heck out of your blog my cute lil dango,, you're going to have to block me to get rid of me (●ˇ∀ˇ●)<3 i want to read your writing so bad <33 if you don't want it public my dms are open too don't worry!

yesyes you go fix your sleep schedule that is super important! i'm kinda,, the other way around now and i'm not proud of it ;; i've always slept a good amount but it slowly went from a lot to 8 hours to 7... last semester was 6 and now i'm somewhere around 5 (┬┬﹏┬┬) given that i'm slowly but surely being swamped by work and projects i don't like it one bit,, me likes the sleepies. i am the happiest when i get to sleep 12 hours. i am channelling my inner ritsu as soon as i get a break!!

aaa that makes me so relieved!! i find it really fun how i get a surprising amount of ibara prompts every so often www he's a funky boy to write for,, a lil snakie if you will. the anime didn't really paint him in the best light so i want to read more things about him,, story recs are very much welcomed!

i just got sora like checks clock,, 15 minutes ago. finally home <3 i got severely burnt out a while back + couldn't find the time so i haven't played any events since... when was shinsekai again? (＞︿＜) i think that was the last one i played seriously sobsob like wow can you believe i didn't played hidden beast nor the la mort one. not even the big one at the beginning of the year. but the one that bugs me the absolute most is love letter. yuta's new hairstyle i just. i mean like i can even get a 5* in a point event but i could've gotten hinata maybe </3 i am obsessed with yuta's new hairstyle and the love letter outfit is so pretty..... getting all my 2winkP ness back all at once

anyways good luck saving up! as a f2p in enstars i know the absolute pain. if only enstars gave us more free dia,, and maybe better gacha rates my life would be complete <(＿　＿)>

[q-gorgeous]

Flowers

fanfiction

hidey hey finally fkkin finished this oh my god

“Hey, Valerie!”

Valerie turns and looks over her shoulder, looking for who called her name, only to see Kwan jogging down the hall behind her. He comes to a stop just a couple steps away and puts on a shy smile. 

“Do you wanna go to the dance with me?”

Valerie smiled back at him. “Are you trying to put the moves on me again, Kwan?”

“No!” He shook his head. “I’m just not really interested in anyone right now and I thought we could still go as friends. And you know, hang out with everyone else.”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds fun.” Valerie said. “I’ll let you know if I’m able to get off of work that day, alright?”

“Right! See you later, Valerie!” He gave a small wave and began to head back down the hall. 

“Bye!”

QQQQQQQQQQQQQ

“Okay, Kwan.” Valerie said, holding her phone between her shoulder and ear as she washed her dishes from dinner. “Did we wanna match? Or are we just wearing whatever?”

“Oooooo, yeah. Let’s do matching colors! What color do you wanna wear?”

Valerie scrunched up her nose and scrubbed a plate a little harder. “How about red?”

“I like that! I’ll pick up a tie when I go find a corsage and boutonniere.”

“A corsage and boutonniere? It’s just the winter formal, do we need those?” Valerie asked. 

“C’mon, Val! It’ll be fun! When’s the last time either of us got to wear pretty flowers?”

Valerie chuckled and began to dry off the plate she’d been washing. “I guess you got a point there. I have to go work on homework now but I’ll see you tomorrow, Kwan.”

“Bye! Have fun!”

QQQQQQQQQQQQQ

“Hi, Mr. Gray. Is Valerie ready yet?”

Valerie could hear Kwan talking to her dad out in the living room as she finished putting on her earrings. She grabbed her purse and headed out to meet them. 

“Hey, Kwan.” Valerie waved as she walked through the room, smiling. She saw her dad stooped over, as if he’d been talking in a hushed voice.

“You’re not tearing into him are you dad?” Valerie rolled her eyes. “I told you we’re just going as friends and that we’re gonna meet everyone else at the dance when we get there.”

Damon stood up straight and crossed his arms behind his back. “Pft, no. I was just telling him that I hope you guys have fun today.”

“Mhm, sure.” As Valerie approached she saw the box in Kwan’s hand and the boutonniere on his jacket. “Ooh that’s such a pretty flower, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one before. Where’d you get it?”

Kwan helped Valerie get the corsage out of the box and on her wrist as he replied. “Mrs. Fenton was giving them away to students for free! She has a bunch of these growing in the backyard and had Mr. Fenton help her make some. Isn’t that cool?”

Wrinkling her nose, Valerie studied the flower on her wrist. “Why are they just handing out flowers? Are you sure they didn’t contaminate them somehow?”

Kwan waved his hand in dismissal. “Nah, wouldn’t they be glowing or something? Besides they smell pretty good.”

She took a small whiff, but the longer she breathed in the more the smell began to sting. She must be getting sick. 

“Okay, are you ready?” Kwan nodded and Valerie turned to her dad. “I’ll see you later! I should be home by eleven, if not I’ll text you.” She waved goodbye and started heading out the door. 

“Have fun!” Her dad said and then closed the door behind them. 

“So.” Valerie started as they walked down the hall. “Are Dash and Danny really going to the dance together?” 

Kwan nodded. “I’m not sure how either of them got the courage to ask the other, but it happened somehow. I’m willing to bet ten bucks that they’re gonna be super awkward tonight.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” Valerie said, scratching at her wrist where the corsage was wrapped around it. “Sometimes Danny can be more than just a nervous wreck. I’m sure he’ll woo Dash at the dance.”

They made their way to the doors of the apartment building and headed to Kwan’s car. Valerie sat down and buckled her seatbelt. They chatted as they drove, and soon they came upon Casper High and it’s full parking lot. 

Pulling their tickets out from their purse and pocket, Valerie and Kwan went to stand in line with the other students. While she waited, she heard her name be called from behind them. 

“Valerie! Hey!” 

Turning, Valerie saw Danny walking towards them with Dash at his side and Sam and Tucker following them. Dash was wearing a white suit with a green vest while Danny had a black suit with a green bowtie to match. Sam had on a pretty black and purple gothic dress while Tucker just wore a plain black suit and yellow tie. 

“Hey, guys! What’s up?” Valerie called. 

Danny groaned. “My parents would not let us leave the house until they got about a million pictures of all of us! They’re being so overbearing today.”

“C’mon Danny.” Sam said. “I’m sure they just wanted to get a memory of meathead’s first step in real character growth.”

“Hey!” Dash exclaimed. “I’ve gone through a lot of development over the past couple months!”

“Hey, Danny, how come you guys aren’t wearing the flowers your parents were handing out to students?” Kwan asked suddenly. 

The four of them shared a look together before Danny nervously chuckled.

“I mean, my parents made them, what did you expect? Besides, we didn’t really want flowers. It’s a bit over the top for us, you know?”

Valerie nodded. “Yeah, sure.” Out of the corner of her eye Valerie could see the line moving forward. “Come on, guys! We’re almost in.”

Slowly the line moved forward and soon they were inside the school and in the gym where fairy lights were strung around along with the DJ’s light set up. There was an area with a bunch of tables, one of them filled with food. 

“Wow! Didn’t know there was gonna be a buffet here!” Tucker said excitedly before dashing off. 

Valerie shook her head and looked towards the rest of the group. 

“Are you guys ready to dance?”

QQQQQQQQQQQQQ

It was later in the night and they were all dancing together when the DJ lowered his lights and started speaking over the microphone.

“Alright everybody, it’s time to grab your special someone and pull them close, but not too close, for a romantic dance together.”

Valerie and Kwan stepped away from the dance floor and turned to watch Dash and Danny dance together, the awkwardness fading as they talked during their dance. 

“Kwan, do we know who’s winning the bet? I think they’re halfway between our two ends we were betting on.” Valerie whispered to him. 

He chuckled. “I don’t know, but here comes Lancer.” 

They laughed as Lancer talked to the two boys and was redirected towards another couple by Dash. 

As Valerie watched, she scratched at her wrist and hissed.

“What’s up?” Kwan asked, looking at her.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s probably nothing. I think I just need to put some lotion on. I’ll be right back.”

Valerie turned and headed towards the bathroom. Stepping up to the sink, Valerie took off her corsage and gawked at the sight that she was met with underneath. 

Her skin looked like it was burnt, like it had bubbled up. Why would a flower do this? It almost looked like the burns Phantom when she shot him…

She pulled out her phone and typed “blood blossoms” into google and hit search. When the results popped up she clicked on the first link and saw that it was written by the Fenton’s. Of course. She started reading. 

Blood blossoms are what our family used as ghost deterrent before we were able to harness ectoplasm to use against them. Blood blossoms can be used to ward them off and to cause damage to their forms. While it is merely a flower, it’s effects can be quite potent. We believe-

Valerie stopped reading and stared blankly at her phone, her heart pounding.

What did this mean? She couldn’t be a ghost. Why did it harm her like one? This wasn’t how allergies worked! Why would-

Her train of thought stopped and she stared at her hand in horror. Summoning a glove from her ecto suit, her heart dropped. Could this be why? How would- 

What was she?

Valerie stood at the sink, gripping the sides and staring down into it. She took a deep breath and with shaking hands she put the corsage back on. Staring at herself in the mirror with a hard expression, she left the bathroom and headed back to Kwan, pasting a smile on her face.

“Hey, Valerie.” Kwan said. “Is everything good? You were gone for awhile there.” 

“Yeah, everything’s okay.” Valerie said. “Do you want to go dance some more?”

“Yeah let’s go!” Kwan said and grabbed Valerie’s hand. 

Valerie’s heart rate was hammering in her chest as he pulled her back to their friends. Thoughts churning in her mind. 

They can never know. 

[recurring-polynya]

oooooo, Renji drabbles! you’ve mentioned before how you suspect that Renji and Shuuhei were a thing once upon a time... is it possible you can write a drabble where they’re on a date together? They’re only two of the hottest guys in the realm

Abarai Renji was on a date.

He’d been on a few dates in his life, disastrous occasions when Momo had stuffed him in a yukata and sent him out with some fresh-scrubbed, extremely nice girl she had dredged up somewhere. The girls would talk and talk and steal glances at his tattoos and guilt would well up in his chest until he wanted to vomit and at the end, they would kiss him on the cheek and he would make it a point to never see them again.

Today, he was wearing yesterday’s uniform and wandering around a flea market in a weird, eclectic Seireitei neighborhood that he’d never been to before, watching Hisagi Shuuhei root through a bin of Living World automotive parts. His boyfriend, Hisagi Shuuhei.

Renji had slept with Shuuhei enough times that he no longer kept count. Shuuhei cooked him dinner at least twice a week and Renji would bring over beers or sake. They usually sat next to each other at the bar, and he’d throw his arm around Shuuhei’s shoulders and Shuuhei would put a hand on his knee and it was very comfortable like that. Renji had started keeping a toothbrush at Shuuhei’s place, and then decided that he didn’t like sharing Shuuhei’s hair gel, and now probably three quarters of the shit Shuuhei’s bathroom was actually his. People would constantly call his phone asking for Shuuhei, because Shuuhei’s phone was perpetually out of battery, not that Renji’s was ever at more than a single digit’s worth of charge.

So last week, when Shuuhei asked him if he wanted to be boyfriends and Renji said “no” and then Shuuhei asked him which part of this he wanted to stop doing, he said “none of it” and then he was forced to concede that maybe he did want to be boyfriends and now they were on a date.

It wasn’t so bad.

The weather was nice, and Renji was eating a taiyaki at 10am, which was, in his opinion, the very acme of gratuitous self-indulgence. Shuuhei had bought it for him because he said “he looked extra cute in the morning” and also, he’d found some money in his pocket that he forgot he had.

“Oi, Renji, do you know what a spark plug actually looks like?” Shuuhei shouted from neck deep in his bucket of parts. It occurred to Renji that Shuuhei usually called him Abarai in public, but maybe first names were part of this new regime they were now operating under.

“I do not,” Renji admitted. “Maybe we could try to find one on the motorbike and take it out and bring it with us next time. You have that book with the diagrams, so we can probably figure out where to find it.”

“Ah, you’re so smart!” Shuuhei exclaimed and Renji blushed because no one ever said that to him, maybe not in his entire afterlife.

The Guilt curled in Renji’s stomach, slow and throbbing, but it wasn’t choking, consuming, like it used to be. He had always thought the Guilt was for Rukia-- that he was betraying her, cheating on her, somehow. But he didn’t owe Rukia anything, to be honest, any more than she owed him. She was living a fantastic life somewhere, probably having pitted cherries placed directly in her mouth while someone else painted her fingernails. She sure wasn’t waiting around for him to show up and shout his undying devotion to her. In fact, he could practically imagine the horrified face she would make at him if she found out he’d been pining over her.

No, the Guilt was for the other girls, Momo’s pretty, doe-eyed friends that he was never, ever going to fall in love with, no matter how much they flipped their hair at him. His heart was burnt down to a cinder-- a black, dusty thing, too hot to touch, and in danger of falling to ash if someone were to try. You could only love for so hard, for so long without getting anything back. Then, you started burning yourself up instead, from the inside out.

That had been a long time ago, though. Even if he still missed Rukia like hell, there were other good parts of life these days. His fights with Ikkaku were getting pretty even these days. He even got to spar with the Kenpachi once in a while, which was both exciting and flattering and then, two minutes later, deeply, deeply painful. He liked being Sixth Seat, not just because it paid well, but because he liked working with the unseated guys, liked teaching them how to be real swordsmen, not just loud goons. After years of Yumichika making him rub flowery smelling stuff on his face and in his hair, there was a pretty good looking guy staring back at him when he looked in the mirror. A guy who felt good about looking good, a guy who now knew how to pick out his own flowery smelling face goops.

“I think,” he had explained to Shuuhei, the only person to whom he had ever explained the burnt-up cinder heart theory, “that there might be a little chunk of it, like the size of my thumb, that’s not all the way toasted, just maybe really tough and chewy, like beef jerky.”

And Shuuhei had looked him in the eyes, real soft-like, and said, “Pal, your tiny little dried up beef jerky heart probably has more love in it than most people have in their entire body. You have been up front with me, which I respect a lot, and I’m willing to take my chances anyway.”

Shuuhei currently was surveying the street like an explorer deciding which path he wanted to take through a jungle. “You wanna go see the leatherwork stall? They had some sweet wrist cuffs last time, really gorgeous tooling.”

“Why do you always want to look at stuff that you can’t afford?” Renji groused. He’d been trying to start saving again, since he got his raise, something he hadn’t done since he was at the Fifth. He couldn’t decide which it was that was making him more grouchy-- having to put limits on his expenses, or how little was actually piling up in the bank account he’d opened. He wasn’t even sure what he was saving for. It just seemed like money was something a functional adult should have. He wasn’t exactly sure he would classify himself as a functional adult, but it was something to aspire to.

Shuuhei stretched, and rested his hands on the back of his head. “Sometimes it’s fun to just browse,” he shrugged. “You’re so practical, Renji, you should let your imagination out a little, once in a while.”

Renji’s face must have done something stupid, because Shuuhei quickly followed up with, “Things don’t always have to pan out to be worth dreaming of. C’mon, I know you’re dead jealous of those flashy goggles Iba’s been wearing lately.”

Renji wrinkled his nose because he was. Iba’s new shades were cool as fuck and expensive as fuck, too. Iba had offered to let him try them on, and Renji had said no because he was almost positive he would look better in them than Iba and he didn’t want to have to go around thinking about that all the time.

“We can go to the used book place instead,” Shuuhei offered. Shuuhei was really good at hopping off subjects that Renji was sensitive about. He’d probably been doing it for a while, but Renji had just gotten around to noticing. “It’s all shitty, falling-apart paperbacks, but they’re pretty cheap, plus I have a bunch of credit, because I trade mine in when I’m done with ‘em.”

“Ah, that sounds nice,” Renji, who had a great love for shitty, falling-apart paperbacks, replied. “But let’s swing by the leather place, too.” He crumpled up the paper from his taiyaki and threw it in a high arc into a nearby wastecan. Then wiped his hand on his hakama, and held out his hand, flexing his fingers obnoxiously. “I bet I would look good in wrist cuffs.”

Shuuhei grinned and immediately lowered his hands from his head so he could grab Renji’s. “You would look so good in wrist cuffs.”

And off they went, together.

[whiskehorange]

The Creeper with a powerful sorceress s/o?

OoOoOO fancy witch. And go thank @boneshine, my Creeper Enthusiast for some of these points

The Creeper

It doesn’t catch him off guard too much, I mean look at him for christ’s sake. Other beings and people with powers don’t surprise him in the slightest. But that doesn’t mean that he isn’t fascinated nonetheless

It’s been a long time since he’s actually been in the presence of someone who had some sort of ability to them. What a great relief to not be the only thing talked about in the small town

Magic? Hmph, he hasn’t seen too much of that lately, let’s see what you’ve got to show him. Nothing a little magic can’t help with a boring day or even with some help around the den

It’s odd but... the moment he met you he could sense something on you, smell... actually. Almost like a woodsy, burnt wood sort of aroma. Magic? Having a smell? You’d be surprised what he could smell on you. Depending on the type of magic you use of course, depends on the smell

He’s sure to pick up a massive array of herbs, spices, and just about anything he finds that you might like or find useful in your spells

Don’t be afraid to ask him to fetch something for you, either. That sniffer of his can scout out anything your heart desires

Creeper personally likes your darker spells of death and decay, but you do you. He’s impressed with your work, whatever you might be casting down

He isn’t too greedy with himself, either. He saw you scoop up some teeth of his before when he was in a pretty big fight, using them that night. I mean... he was wondering what the fuck you could be doing, but he figured it was for your work.

I mean if some part of him happens to ‘fall off’ in a fight, he won’t leave it there. Who knows what kind of spells you could conjure with his blood and bones

You’ve got a few of his hands, an arm and a leg or two. Even some teeth and nails he’s nicked along the way. You’ll have to show him just what they do, as he lurks beside you, watching you work as he waits for his arm to regrow.

[theblueskyphoenix]

Grid Ghost Chapter 8: Returning to Roots

“Have you discovered the identity of the mutant?”

“Not yet. But I am making progress. Luckily, he isn’t too hard to find. The idea to look for a specific heat signature was brilliant idea, Naoki.”

“Give yourself some credit, Erin. You’re the one specialized on this mutant, not me. You provided the information, I helped provide resources and a solution.”

Erin chuckled, thumbing through her files on a tablet, glancing up once in awhile at her monitor set up.

“True. Bird Boy is of extreme interest to me and I know the most about him.” She pulled a picture The Phoenix, smiling softly. “But alas, I’ll only be able to do so much before I have to hand him over to Liv.” She sighed, resting a cheek against her hand. “I’ll just enjoy it while it lasts.” She shook her head, putting the image away. “Regardless, once I have more information I’ll be sending her another report. Rather not send a light one.”

“Sounds solid. Let me know how that goes.”

“Will do.” Erin looked up fully at the screen to her right, staring at the image of a man that was on it. “How about you? How’s the research going on those bumbling group of life savers?”

“Getting there. Footage from one of my droids has been giving me quite the show.” He smirked, pulling up an image of a group of people running into a burning building. “I’m starting to get results. I just need her to continue to follow them.” 

“How good are they in a fight?” 

“Deadly.” Naoki smirked, crossing his arms. “My girl won’t let me down.” His eyes narrowed. “Regardless, I’m going to get their secrets. My daughter’s life relies on it. I’ve been promised a handsome grant and state of the art facilities if I bring it to Ms. Amara’s attention.”

“Such a wonderful woman, isn’t she?” Erin grinned. “Giving us all so much, all in exchange for some small little things.” Erin stretched a little, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I got work to do. I got a bird to track and you got some life savers to harass. Send Drake and Coilin my regards.”

Erin closed the call with Naoki, turning her attention to her work.

“Alright, let’s see if we can find you again, Bird Boy.”

oooooo 

Tadashi hadn’t seen the streets of San Fransokyo in a long time. Almost a year if he remembered correctly.

It’s had to have been six months at least.

Regardless, it was weird to be driving through them again with Eboni on her motorcycle. 

Not much has changed. Still the same as I remembered it.

“Feeling at home?” Eboni asked, breaking the man from his trance.

“Huh? Oh uh… sort of. Feel more out of place to be honest.”

“Understandable.” Eboni looked at her instructions that were present on the visor of her helmet. “Okay… Right turn here at this light then our destination should be on our right.”

“Cool.”

Tadashi looked around, taking in everything he could. He knew he couldn’t stay for long but he was going to enjoy every moment he could get being able to be back in his home city. 

They soon came to a stop at an abandoned building that had clearly seen better days. It had holes in the walls and the glass of the windows it had were all shattered.

“Yeesh.” Eboni parked her bike, getting off with Tadashi. “Looks like there was a bad scuffle here.”

“And I think I can take a guess who one of the fighters were.” Tadashi said, hurrying over to it, feeling at the edges of the holes.

It has to be Baymax’s work. That rocket fist could break through anything.

Tadashi made his way into the building, looking around, pulling out his phone, turning on the flashlight. Eboni joined him, doing the same.

“So, we’re looking for something that resembles him. That’s what he said, right?” Eboni asked. 

“Something that resembles him but is unpleasant to look-” 

Tadashi jumped as his light landed on something. A robot that bore a striking resemblance to Obake, however, its outer platings were unfinished on one side, exposing the inner workings of the robot, including the skull area… and it was melted and burnt in some areas. It stared blankly back, not even moving a servo.

Eboni looked towards where Tadashi was, giving a flat look as she beheld the robot.

“Well… that’s disturbing… and a hunk of junk.” Eboni walked over to it, giving it a small kick in the head. “This was built by a genius, right?”

Tadashi shook his head, joining her.

“Blunt as ever.” Tadashi looked over the rest of the bot. “From the looks of it, this was a rush job. Had to get it out as soon as possible. Dangerously armed though. I would not have wanted to get into a fight with this thing when it was still active.”

“You could’ve melted its servos with ease.” Eboni’s flat look didn’t falter. “Actually, you could’ve melted this whole thing easily considering what seems to have already happened to it. The metal here is cheap. Rush AND a hack job. Obake wants this robot back, why?”

“His work. Guess he wanted to improve on it.”

“Well, I better be in that lab room to help then because this is just embarrassing.” Eboni stepped away, gesturing to Tadashi. “You pick it up, I’ll get him a helmet so people don’t look at us weird.”

Tadashi nodded, doing as told, lifting the robot up with ease into his arms.

“Huh, surprisingly light.”

“Probably used carbon fiber or something for the framework.” Eboni said, hurrying out, soon returning with a helmet, putting it on the robot’s head. “There, now that stupid red eye can stop staring at me.”

“So I wasn’t the only one being bugged by that.”

“It’s just so… lame. That’s all I got. But I feel like I’ve said that enough.” Eboni turned, giving a wave of her hand. “Come on, let’s head home before certain people start staring.”

They were soon outside again, securing the robot into the side cart. Just as they were about to leave, a car zoomed by them at top speed, buffeting the two.

“Hey! I’m trying to drive here!” Eboni shouted, shaking a first at them. “Stupid reckless idiots!”

ZOOM!

Eboni and Tadashi’s eyes went wide a big red winged robot zoomed past them, pursuing the car.

“... I’m not the only one who saw that, right?” Eboni asked.

“Nope. And if you know what’s right, you’re gonna go after it.” Tadashi answered, putting on his helmet, wrapping his arms around Eboni’s abdomen.

Eboni didn’t waste a second to start up her motorcycle, chasing after the robot.

The car sped up, keeping ahead of the robot as one of the passengers leaned out the window, hurling something at a figure on the bot’s back.

“GET A LIFE YA FREAKS!”

The robot sped up, flying right beside the car.

“Pull over now and maybe it won’t end in attempted assault charges too!” The figure screamed back. 

“You little-FLOOR IT!”

Eboni sped up, pulling up next to the car, Tadashi starting to loosen his grip.

Just melt the tires a little, make it sneaky-

“Oh, that’s it! Get me higher! I got this!” the figure on the robot shouted.

The robot pulled up as the figure leapt down, landing on top of the car, using magnetism to hang on.

“I SAID!” He pulled a sai out as it crackled with electricity. “SLOW… DOWN!!!!”

He slammed it into the side of the car as sparks started to surround it. The car started to swerve before being forced to come to a stop as the perps tried to make a break for it.

The robot was faster, landing in front of them.

“You are under arrest.” it said.

The perps were soon surrounded by 4 other people, all dressed in colorful armor. Tadashi and Eboni were wide eyed as they beheld the group. There was no need for questions. They knew who they were.

“Big Hero 6…” Eboni whispered.

Hiro…

Tadashi remained silent, his eyes locked on his little brother as he and his friends worked on clearing the roadway, cuffing the two perps to a lamp post with a set of magnetic handcuffs.

“The cops will be here to pick you up soon.” Hiro said, twirling a sai in his hands. “You can think about your life choices till then.”

The two perps growled at him but were unable to do anything with their restraints.

“Alright, let’s go team.” Hiro said, getting onto Baymax.

The rest of the group nodded, setting off.

“Hey!”

Hiro looked over his shoulder, seeing Eboni waving at him.

“Nice work! Keep it up!” She shouted.

Hiro smiled, giving a salute.

“Stay safe, citizens!” Hiro looked to Baymax. “Let’s go Baymax. Full thrust!”

Baymax nodded, doing as told, taking to the skies in seconds.

Eboni smirked, crossing her arms.

“You got one heck of a brother, Tadashi.”

Tadashi smiled, pride shining in his eyes.

“I sure do… He’s growing up so fast.”

I just hope I can see him again soon. 

Eboni elbowed him gently.

“And one day, I want to see you running right beside him. Ya got it?”

Tadashi was taken aback by this but soon let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around Eboni’s abdomen again.

“Got it. How about we start with getting this robot back to Saga, hm?”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

Eboni revved her motorcycle, taking off. Tadashi looked back one last time, catching a glimpse of Baymax and Hiro in the sky.

I’ll be back one day, Hiro. 

Just keep doing what you’re doing. 

[catvampire]

The Natasha and Sharon aesthetic made me think of an au where Emily Prentiss, a master assassin falls in love with her target Clara Seger, a spy working for the CIA

oooooo

emily prentiss, once interpol, who went undercover for a mission that went down horrible, got caught in the crossfire between cia and doyle’s people, nearly dying of her injuries, only barely resuscitated by doyle, and lives that life, learning the skillset, until she’s back to full health and escapes

tries to go back to her old life only to realise it’s just not there anymore. no agency will admit to her existence nor that the mission that traumatised her for life and forced her to live under doyle’s thumb while recovering ever took place. (they know she’s been under his influence while in bad condition, and there’s no telling if he’s flipped her.)

emily realises she’s never going to be a civilian nor a spy ever again, and her skillset and current circle of friends leaves her little options for possible career paths. (they weren’t entirely wrong to worry, just not for the reasons they thought they should.)

and while the cia may not acknowledge emily prentiss lives, that doesn’t mean they didn’t put her on their radar once they found out she does. for as long as her targets benefit the u.s. or its causes, they don’t feel the need to intervene.

doyle knows this, and takes a couple of years before deciding he would be easier off without needing to avoid u.s. allies. that it may be worth it to send out emily (she dropped the ‘lauren’ act long ago, and only once doyle could see the bridges to her old loyalties were burnt to ashes and buried deep to the rivers below. he doesn’t trust her anymore, not more than he trusts any of his payroll, but what she lacks in warmth she makes up in cold blood) to take out the few people in the cia he knows keep track of either of them. with scars to show for cia’s choices, she has no issue taking the mission.

clara seger isn’t even the mission, but she’s close: a security level too low to know who emily is, positioned right in the middle of the overlap between people who know enough to be useful but not enough to be cautious of her. clara’s fbi husband died two years ago, she still keeps the ring around her neck; she’s vulnerable, she’s sentimental, she’s hopeful. she can be manipulated.

...but clara has a background in profiling, and while when the raven-haired woman first approaches her she’s too desperate for intimacy to watch where she’s going, within the following weeks, flashes of recognition start to clear her vision; she can tell lauren sees through her lies. she can feel the emotional detachment from the story the woman is telling of her background and childhood. she recognises the feel of makeup and powder on areas of lauren’s skin where there’s no reason to be such things.

eventually, she asks, desperate for answers, accepting no attempts of gaslighting from the other. lauren tells a story, tells no lies---just not the full story, and clara goes to bed with emily with the knowledge she used to be a spy. that that life is behind her, that she covered the scars and the burnmark to not scare her. it’s not an easy thing to fall asleep to, and emily feels clara’s tears against her shoulder long after the fight is over. when clara falls asleep, she showers, dresses, packs her bag, and leaves.

next morning, one of clara’s bosses is dead, emily nowhere to be seen, and clara is shown more pages of the story she heard the night previous, emily’s full dossier still on the screen when a bullet takes the life of the person briefing her.

by nightfall, the third and last person on emily’s hitlist is dead, and she comes back to clara's house to drop off an usb. the remaining scenes of emily’s story, the parts cia wouldn’t tell her, and a statement that sounds a lot like a plead to not try to track her down and to burn every part of her life that emily touched to the ground.

(emily can’t quite keep her composure on the video, and clara defies her once, leaving a voicemail of a long silence and a ‘i’m not going to quit you, emily, no matter what you do’. emily listens to it, wishes she didn’t as she can no longer keep her emotions in check when the mission is complete---and wishes even more she didn’t when she turns around and sees doyle’s eyes on her, every fibre of his cells telling her she heard the message... and above all, saw her reaction to it.)

the mission is simple: cut the loose end, or i will.