#Scissor Seven Costume

[baby-stay92]

Love At First Sight

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!STAY Reader

FLUFF

Warnings: Anxiety

WD: 1.802

Credit: baby-stay92

This was commissioned by the amazing @adestayskz - I hope you like it, Maknae 🤎🤎🤎

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Just like at any other concert, Hannie entered the backstage area of the stadium along with his seven Stray Kids brothers. The guys made their way to the lunchroom, to eat, before getting dressed and hitting the make-up chairs. They all enjoyed a nice hot meal while talking about tonight's setlist and other details, just to make sure everything would go smoothly. After eating and cleaning up after themselves, they headed to the dressing room. They all entered and all made their way to the rack where their outfits hung neatly in dress bags. Hannie quickly found the hanger that had his name on it and took it to one of the small changing rooms. Once inside, he closed the curtain behind him and unzipped the dress bag, revealing black cloth pants, a Versace belt, a black tank top, a red shirt which had the sleeves rolled up and pinned in place. After getting dressed, he exited the changing room and walked over to the costume designer who, as always, checked their outfits before letting them move on to make up. Han spun on the spot, allowing the woman in front of him to check his outfit from head to toe.

“It’s missing something..” she mumbled and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to her, which she quickly took to the chest of Hans' red shirt, where she cut some aggressive looking holes, letting the black tank top peek through from underneath. 

“There!” She smiled and put the scissors down before grabbing some silver rings, a pair of earrings and two golden necklaces. She gave him the jewellery and he put everything on and made his way down the hall to the makeup room. Han sat down in one of the free chairs next to Minho, who had a woman applying foundation on his cheeks. Han fished his phone out from his pocket as another woman walked up to him, she greeted him nicely and he smiled back at her as he said hello to her in return. She quietly worked her magic, covering him in foundation, putting mascara on his lashes and lastly she dabbed some light pink lip balm onto his lips. Once she was done with his make up, she moved on his hair, which she curled and styled to hang effortlessly in front of his face. Once she was completely done, Han rose from the chair, thanked her for her amazing work and went down the hall again until he reached a room set up with couches, coffee tables and on one wall, a huge TV. The TV was showcasing several live feeds from the cameras, showing all the people, currently waiting for them to go live on stage. Han dropped down on one of the couches, landing between Channie and Lixie, who both were on their phones.

“Holy Moly, that’s a lot of people!” Han said quietly, looking at the TV, feeling his anxiety grow within him.

“Huh?” Channie said looking up at Han, seeing him stare at the TV. Channie moved his attention to the TV and nodded a little. “Oh yeah, it sure is.” He replied and looked back at Han, easily noticing the anxiety on Han’s face.

“Hey, hey!” he said and laid a hand on Han’s knee, before continuing; “It’s okay! It’s gonna be amazing out there - you are gonna be amazing out there. And we will be with you the entire time - right Felix?” Chan said, making Felix look up from his phone, realising what was going on.

“Oh yeah!” Felix smiled and put a hand on Han’s shoulder. “We will be with you all along.”

“Thanks guys,” Han sighed and looked down.

“I’m just anxious about singing ‘I Got It’ for the first time live.” Han said under his breath, not taking his eyes off of his hands, which he was fiddling with in his lap - a classic sign of his anxiety.

“Makes sense, but again, we’re not leaving the stage. We will be there to hype you up as much as you need it.” Felix smiled and hugged Han, before they all went back to checking their phones, waiting for the other guys to be ready.

About half an hour later all 8 guys were gathered on the couches as a stage manager entered the room, telling them to follow him to the stage. The guys stopped at the stairs leading to the stage to put in their ear pieces as a pre-recorded introduction played for the crowd. Once they were all ready, they formed a long line before running onto the stage one by one. Channie in front, followed by Minnie, Jinnie, Binnie, Lixie, Minho, Innie and Hannie making up the rear end. Once on stage the boys rapidly fell into the first song, performing like there was no tomorrow. They made their way through the setlist until they reached the song ‘Heyday’, during which they all gathered on the smaller stage at the end of the runway, where they had the time of their lives and ended the song posing as a group.

“WUUUH!” Channie hyped into his mic, making the crowd shout with him. “I have a very special announcement for you guys tonight,” He said smiling at Han, who was surrounded by the other members, for support. “Tonight, our dear Sungie will be performing one of his very own songs!” Channie said in his best happy voice and the crowd went wild. “Alrighty guys. Give it up for no other than Han Jisung as he performs ‘I got It’!” Channie finished off, doing his best announcement voice as he made a huge jester towards Han, who was not standing in front of the guys. They had all formed a line, behind him from where they’d be supporting him, by cheering and dancing along to the song.

“Hello everybody!” Han shouted into the mic, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. “Thank you so much for the huge support you guys show us, and in this case, me. You guys ready?” He asked and held his mic out in front of himself, indicating for the crowd to answer. “I can’t hear you!” He said into the mic, before holding up again, and this time the crowd went wild. “Alright, that’s more like it! Let’s do this!” He said pointing towards the back of the stage, queuing the music to start, and so it did. As the music filled the stadium, Han started the song whilst looking out at the crowd, love filling him to the brim. He was walking around the little stage, until suddenly he stopped, forgetting all about the choreography he was supposed to be doing. Someone caught his eyes and he could help but to just stand there and stare at her, whilst still singing and rapping. She looked so perfect standing there in the front, wearing black baggy pants, platform boots, a white long sleeved shirt and a black leather corset top. She had her hair styled in a half up, half down updo and she had decorated her face with a bold winged eyeliner, red eyeshadow, a nude lipgloss and to top it all off, she was wearing silver hoop earrings. It wasn’t until Han felt a hand on his shoulder, that he was able to stop staring at her as he sang the song out of pure instinct. Minho, who had been standing behind Han, keeping his place in the line with the other guys, had grabbed Han’s shoulder fairly tight, to bring him back to the real world and it worked. Han spun back around the rest of the crowd, hoping they hadn’t noticed him staring at her. He finished the song and took a bow as the crowd once again went wild.

“Thank you so much guys!” Han smiled and he couldn’t help but to glance back at the beautiful girl as he continued; “I love you, STAY!” He shouted the last word as the guys went to hug him, while the crowd were clapping loudly. The guys performed another few songs together, during which Han kept glancing at the mystery girl, he even made sure to move near her whenever the opportunity presented itself. She smiled brightly up at him every time and one time she even bit her bottom lip whilst taking a photo of him, nearly sending Hannie into a full blown anxiety attack.

Once the show was over, the guys all formed a long line on the main stage, where they grabbed each other's hands before bowing a few times, saying their goodbyes. They all ran off the stage in the reversed order of them entering. Once they were all back in the dressing room, changing back into their private clothes, Han still couldn’t get the girl out of his head.

“Hey Han!” Binnie called out loudly from one of the changing rooms, bringing Hannie back to reality. “Who was that girl you, who caught your attention out there?” Binnie added, still getting changed.

“Yeah, Hannie, is she the future Mrs. Jisung?” Minnie added with a big smile and laughter in his voice.

“Oh shut up!” Han called out from his own changing room. “I don’t even know her, and I’ll most likely never see her again…” He sighed before continuing; “But God was she beautiful! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that gorgeous. I mean, her green eyes, her long brown hair and God! That smile of hers!” He leaves the little room, only to stop dead in his tracks as he sees all seven guys staring at him.

“OUR SUNGIE IS IN LOVE!” Minho shouted loudly and all the guys started laughing, even Jinnie who usually would just offer up one of his iconic side glances.

“Oh shut up!” Han said again, being mushed by the guys. “It’s not like I’ll ever see her again! I didn’t get her name, her number or even her email address. I have literally no way of ever contacting her!” He said, sadness clearly taking over, as the guys all let go of him.

“Oh Sungie…” Channie sighed and went to hug Han again, in one of his legendary comforting hugs. “It’s gonna be okay! Maybe she’ll post that photo that she took at one point, and if she tags you, or us, we might be able to find her.” Channie said with that typical dad-like logic of his.

“You noticed her taking that photo too?” Han said, lights in his eyes.

“I sure did.” Chan smiled and padded Hannie on the back. “Now, let’s finish up here and head back to the dorms, okay?” He added and all the boys agreed, going back to their individual businesses. Han sighed before gathering his things and leaving the stadium along with the guys.

Next->

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

HI HI!! Tysm for doing my writer sequel!! I wanted to request again for a teen! cosplayer!reader. They go to many anime conventions(is that what it's called?) But they are a little shy and have social anxiety (real) They often gets made fun of for liking anime and cosplaying. While some of her classmates do bully her for this, her brother is the worst.

I usually do more detailed requests but I feel like I already troubled you with my previous requests 😭😭

Love your work btw❤️❤️

Not a childish hobby

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Fem! Teen! Reader

Description: You have a hobby. People called it childish. BSD Cast disagree with them.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Bullying. Some mysogony (Brother is angry, because Reader cosplay male characters and told her to do 'real female job').

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You were making the last touches to your Port Mafia Dazai (age fifteen) cosplay, when you hear a ping.

Another message from someone. You looked at your phone.

Classmates

Hey, [y/n], have uwu watch cawtoons today? Aw. Wittwe kiddo need hew daiwy dose of cawtoons awnd toys.

You sigh. Your classmates were annoying. As usual. After they learned about your love of anime and cosplay, they started picking on you. You don't know why they continue doing it. They have learned about it seven months ago! Can't they move on?

But, you stay silent. You didn't speak about it to teachers or your parents. You don't want to be a bother. Classmates were just annoying. They didn't cross the line.

You always liked anime. You liked animation and different stories. You liked characters and soundtracks.

And, thanks to The Internet, you have learned about fandom. And cosplay.

You fell in love with cosplay. Your parents, while thinking, that you were childish, let you go enjoy your new hobby. They let you attend anime conventions in a cosplay.

Yes, they think, that it was childish, but, at least, their daughter wasn't smoking or drinking. Or doing something else, that can lead to trouble.

Yes, there was your older brother... Comments. Laughing. Notes.

During anime conventions, you preferred to stay 'silent'. You wear cosplay, buy merch, didn't participate in competition and don't allow people to take pictures with you.

Seven months ago, your cousins invited you to a convention. And their mother took a picture with you three wearing cosplays. And posted it online. Somehow, your classmates learned about it.

And the bulling starts.

Notes, uwu language, laughing.

And your brother saw it as a sigh.

He tried to sabotage your cosplays.

He could pour paint on costumes. Or cut them with scissors.

And your parents ignored his behavior. Maybe, they saw it as normal sibling rivalry. They were too busy with their work to pay attention to all of your problems.

And, when one time you told them about your brother's bullying, they told you to deal with it on your own. Because you must protect your 'childish' hobby on your own.

You shake your head, chasing away unwanted thoughts.

You were almost done with the costume. You have opened BSD Mayoi app and choose Port Mafia Dazai (age fifteen) card for a reference.

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You looked at the destroyed costume.

Normally, you would hide your cosplay in your wardrobe. But you left for two minutes to drink some water.

How it was enough time to do this?

It was torn apart, coated in paint.

Your brother looked pleased with himself. He walked past you, laughing.

"Grown up. Use these rugs for a real female job. Clean this mess. You can thank me later, sis. And..."

He pulled your hair.

"Don't you dare to cosplay a male character ever again."

He left your room.

You wanted to yell at him. To hit him.

But you were afraid.

You just cried.

You didn't notice, how your phone start glowing.

You didn't notice, how BSD Cast appeared in your room.

You felt, how Oda carefully wiped away your tears.

_____

Your room weren't big enough for all of them, but, all of you managed to settle down.

After some fear, disbelief, talking Bram's head, some screaming and squeezing half-transfoed Atsushi's paws, you finally called down enough to listen to Fukuzawa's and Fitzgerald's explanation.

It was a lot to take in.

You whispered. You were uncomfortable to be in a middle of attention.

"Wh-what will you do next?"

Fitzgerald spoke, his voice was soft.

"We will stay in this world. We will live here. And..." Fitzgerald looked at you and smiled. "I won't beat around the bush. We want to adopt you. So you can live with us."

You opened your mouth and looked at Fitzgerald. Then at the rest of BSD Cast. You were waiting for them to burst into laughing. But all of them looked serious. Fitzgerald spoke again.

"We won't force you to stay with us, if you don't want to. We are fine with being with family or just friends for you. If you don't want to see us after today, we won't ever bother you. If you choose to stay with us, we won't be against you visiting your parents and brother."

Fitzgerald looked at the remains of your cosplay.

"And... No matter, what you choose, we want to help you with your bulling problem.

You looked down. You whispered again.

"Can I think about it? About living with you."

Fitzgerald nodded.

"Take your time."

_______

You looked around your new room. It was big and cozy. You even have a workshop area for your cosplay.

After some thinking, you agreed to stay with BSD Cast. Fitzgerald, somehow, managed to convince your parents to let you stay with them.

You keep in contact with your parents, have daily calls with them and visit them on weekends.

You also changed school. Not before Tachihara and Kuyoka had some talk with your former classmates. After the talk, they apologized to you.

As for your brother...

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You flinched under your brother's glare. You were wearing new Fifteen-year-old Dazai's cosplay.

"What did I tell you about cosplaying a male character? Wha...?"

Your brother's eyes widen, when he saw Fukuzawa in Koyouou's cosplay and Fukuchi in Mitchell's cosplay behind you.

Fukuchi glared at your brother.

"So... You are against the idea of your sister cosplaying a male character? So, do you have something to say for our cosplay of female characters?"

Ever since then, your brother was avoiding you. And he was still paying you back for every cosplay he destroyed.

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You rubbed your temples.

You have a cosplay costume to finish.

Soon you and BSD Cast will attend a Comic Con. You were sure, that you will get some attention. And you were fine with it. As long as BSD Cast stay near you.

You smiled.

You were happy.

You weren't laughed at for liking cosplay and anime.

You weren't being called childish.

You have the support of your new family.

Life was great.

[amazingmaeve]

FINDING COMFORT

queen maeve x fem!reader

summary — after maeve was ruthlessly outed by homelander vought had the bright idea to make one of the first sapphic superhero couple. that’s where you come in, and since you’ve been out vought has used you for profit so it’s not much of a surprise, what surprises you is the feelings that grow between you and maeve.

warnings — smut, oral (r receiving ), scissoring, some, bits of angst, fluff, and vought and Homelander just being really annoying

word count — 6,240 words

authors note — im so excited for this I’ve been wanting to write for her since I first started watching and finally I got to its. anyways I hope you enjoy this and happy reading. gif credits. also got some inspiration from @venus-haze fic kick it out so if you hadn’t read that please of because it’s amazing!

queen maeve masterlist | the boys masterlist

“Are you fucking crazy,” Maeve snapped as she stood in front of Ashley with her arms across her chest. Her face hardened as soon as Ashley said those stupid words. Maeve could feel the blood inside her start to boil and she had to refuse to punch her in the face.

“I’m sorry this is just what The Seven needs their first lesbian-,” Ashley began to say.

“Bisexual,” Maeve interrupted with a glare in her eyes.

“Bisexual superhero in The Seven and in a relationship with another woman. The world will love this, it will bring a whole new meaning to girl power,” Ashley ranted as her face was filled with excitement.

“I’m sorry I’ve done this shit already with Homelander why would I want to do this again,” Maeve questioned as the word ‘Homelander’ came out her mouth, er stomach was burning with vile and chest filled of vitriol towards the man who thinks he’s the best thing to ever be conceived.

“This will be different, this girl isn’t like Homelander, she’s actually not murderous and she won’t cause as much drama as him,” Ashley defended the idea she came up with.

Maeve sighed as she stood in Ashley's office, she didn’t know what to do, she hasn’t been with a girl since Elena, and yeah she’s had lots of sex with guys but girls are different. She had such a strong bond with Elena and she didn’t know if she could do it over again with this girl Ashley was talking about.

Not to mention that Homelander is a jealous prick even though Maeve and him aren’t together, he’ll cause her life a living hell and this girl as well. Maeve didn’t know if she could bring this random superhero into this already heated up drama.

“You know what Homelander is like,” Maeve muttered knowing that he could be listening at any moment and barge through the door. “You know what he might do to this girl and you want to bring her into this,” She questions.

“Trust me he won’t do anything,” Ashley reassured Maeve. “And plus I think this girl can handle her own,” She says.

“Who is the girl anyway,” Maeve asked, as she was piqued with curiosity. There weren’t many openly gay superheroes and she doesn’t have enough willpower to recognize all of them or she just wasn’t interested.

“Oh it’s The Traveler,” Ashley whispered and Maeve nodded. She’s heard of you, of course, you were one of the few lesbian superpowers. She knows that you can travel between time and make portals to travel place to place.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Maeve's head snapped towards the direction and Ashley said, “Come in,” and you came through the door.

You walked through the door and Maeve couldn’t deny that you were a beautiful woman. You were dressed in your superhero costume, a black skirt and a black leotard for a top and leather jacket to cover it. There were purple gems glittering all over your outfit and the end of the outfit was topped with some black boots.

“Can you hurry up Ashley I don’t have all fucking day,” You snap as come to walk next to Maeve without even giving her a glance.

“I know you probably heard that Queen Maeve here is now part of the LGBTQ+ community and we wanted to make something good out of it,” Ashley told you and you rolled your eyes.

You had great sympathy for Maeve as she was outed on public’s television at the hands of Homelander and if you were in her position you would have never worked with a man as vile as he is. But you understood that getting out of the Seven and getting out of Homelanders sight is a hard thing to do.

Plus she wasn’t hard on the eyes.

“You mean you want to capitalize on her sexuality,” You say, letting your arms fall to your sides. It wasn’t surprising since it was what they do to you all the time. Having you do commercials for Vought as one of the lesbian superheroes. It was especially hard during pride month where they used you for monetary gain, having you speak at conventions and on talk shows about how you were so proud of your sexuailtiy and you were but you hated how they took advantage of you. But hey at least they pay you graciously.

Maeve looked at you covering her surprised face with her usual hard shell. You were right, they were just going to use her and bleed her dry until she was just a shell of her old self, as if she wasn’t already.

“You know that’s what I mean,” Ashley defended herself and you let out a huff when she said those words.

“Do we even have a choice,” Maeve questioned and you nodded alongside her. You were curious if you could even say no to Vought.

“Yes of course you do,” Ashley says.

“I guess I‘ll do it,” You muttered looking at the ground at your boot-covered feet.

“Maeve,” Ashley questioned, her tone dropped to a more serious tone.

“Whatever,” Maeve responded in her bitter tone and you understood it all too well. You were just like her when you came out and Vought used you, and plus she was a part of the Seven, she’d be more valuable and by proxy more profitable.

“Then it’s settled we’ll have the both of you post something to your social media about how you two were in a secret relationship and decided to be out as a couple in the public,” Ashely says, her eyes back on the iPad she had and her tone more happier.

Maeve rolled her eyes at the ‘decided to be out as a couple in the public’. Homelander outed her on fucking live television there was option as coming out but she swallowed her words as she always did with Vought. She didn’t like it but it was something she was used to and something she was starting to hate more and more.

You on the other hand were looking at her with sympathy, being outed sucks and you knew this. When you were younger your friends decided to out you as lesbian so you understood to an extent. She was outed on live television where most people watched and now everyone knew.

Letting out a sigh you look at the ceiling getting ready for the shit storm Vought was about to do and how they were going to get money out of it.

It’s been a few weeks since the ‘relationship’ between you and Maeve went public and least to say people loved it. Not the conservatives and the bigots who thought that the LGBTQ commiunity is infecting the youth. But you and Maeve were the number one trending Supe ship.

After the social media post went up the two of you went on talk shows and talked about how you were excited to finally be out and proud.

Obviously not meaning any of the words either of you said. It was just Vought scripts that were as lifeless as a corpse. Nor you or Maeve didn’t believe any of the shit Vought told you to say because you two weren’t in love. At least not yet.

The two of you got along well and you could tell that Maeve was closed off to you and you weren’t mad, you were closed off as well. But when you two did speak it was only for a few moments and it tended to be more awkward than anything, but you had a mutual respect for each other and that was all that you needed.

Maeve on the other hand didn’t want to get you hurt, you seemed like a nice person and you didn’t deserve the wrath that Homelander held, her on the other she felt like she deserved. You didn’t. So if she kept her distance with you unless the two of you were expected to show up somewhere or public dates the two of you go on.

To be completely honest Maeve was starting to like you, you were cute, you made jokes that made her stifle a laugh and that was more of a reason to distance herself. She couldn't get you involved her fucked up mess. She didn’t know if you liked her but you liked her enough to make small talk and to seek her out and ask her about her day. Even if you didn't, she needed to do what was right.

She couldn’t do that to you even though she was finding herself more and more into it, the more she found out the more she was interested. The more she was in this ‘relationship’ was way more comforting than the one she had with Homelander and deep down she was loving every second she had with you. But she would get a happy ending with you or with anyone.

The two of you enter an elevator after a long day of work, going out and stopping criminals and least to say the both of you were tired.

“God this day was really tiring,” You mutter leaning against the wall of the elevator.

“You can say that twice,” Maeve muttered, crossing her arms across her chest looking down at the elevator floor.

“Is it getting any better,” You blurted out the question that you've been wanting to ask her but didn’t want to be too intrusive.

“Is what getting any better,” Maeve questions even though she knew what you were talking about.

“Believe it or not I know how you feel with the whole outing situation but I can’t imagine what you’re going through, especially since Homelander did that to you. But all I know is after I was outed it took me a while to get comfortable in my own skin,” You say and Maeve does her best not to react to his name being brought up. She sure as hell knows that he’s probably listening so she’s going to have to be herself.

“Things are….. better,” Maeve says with uncertainty in her tone and you gave her a look of pity knowing that she was lying.

She had her walls built up higher than you can ever imagine and you wanted to help her break those walls down, so that she could look at herself and see what you see. A beautiful strong woman. You felt your heart start to race as it usually did when you were alone with her.

“Hey,” You say, approaching her and putting your hand on her upper arm and she tenses as you do so but she’s not willing to admit that your touch caused some sparks to go up her spine. “Just so you know if you need anything from me, or just to talk I’m always here for you, just because Vought is making us do this doesn’t mean I don’t care and talking about it really does help. So just remember that, any time of the day you need something, don't be afraid to knock on my door,” You say with a soft tone that almost made her melt, that almost made her just say screw it and kiss you but she held back.

“Thanks, right back at you,” Maeve says and you give her a soft smile before removing your hand.

“I’m gonna need to take something before I go and see Ashely because she is getting on my fucking nerves,” You say to break the tension.

“Trust me you’re gonna need a lot more of anything you have,” Maeve snorts and you let out a small giggle.

“I know and I’m hoping that she’s either too tired to talk too much or just is gone at her home because I can’t wait to go home and finally get some rest,” You say, resting your head against the hard wall.

“Or maybe she’s just getting fucked and even then she might be even grouchier,” Maeve blurts out.

“Maybe, just maybe she finds the love of her life and decides to just quit but hey dreamers can dream,” You shrug your shoulders with a slight eye roll.

“Cheers to that,” Maeve gives you a nod.

The elevator finally reaches level 99 and the two of you walk out and prepare to go your separate ways, no matter how much the two of you want to stay and talk the night away.

“See you tomorrow,” You give her a wave before heading to Ashley's office, getting ready for everything she has to say to you.

“Bye,” Maeve gives you an awkward wave as you turn around and she curses herself and shakes her head.

God she was so awkward with this, with someone she actually liked, not guys she brought up her to just fuck and to get her mind off everything. You were different and she was using all of herself to not just say screw it and try it with you. Because he would always be there and taunting her.

“See you two are getting along,” Homelander says walking up to stand next to Maeve.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“What do you want,” Maeve questioned, her hands turning into fists beside her. She did not want to deal with him right now, she didn’t want to deal with his condescending tone and him just bothering her when she didn’t want it.

“What I can’t see if my teammate is doing well in her relationship,” Homelander says feigning hurt and Maeve rolled her eyes at that. He didn’t feel hurt, he was just upset that he didn’t have her anymore.

“Why the fuck do you care, you and I both know that you’re not hurt by that, you were the who practically had it happen,” Maeve commented, telling the truth. If he didn’t out her, she wouldn’t be in this relationship with you, hell she might not even know who the fuck you are.

“That is true but is it so hard to believe that I hope you two are happy, that you guys happen to be just like the two of us. Starting out fake and ending up in a real relationship,” Homelander says putting his hands behind his back and Maeve had to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t tell him how much she fucking despised him.

“Just leave her the fuck alone please,” Maeve says her tone with an underlining of fear. Fear for you.

“Why would you think I want to hurt her? If anything I might thank her for making you happy, and who knows we all might be friends in the end if things work out right,” Homelander calmly says and Maeve could hear the subtle threat. Even if he wasn’t outright threatening you, she knew something would happen to you if she didn’t do something to protect you. Staying away was out of the question. She needed to make sure you were okay.

“Plus, you seem really comfortable with her, especially with that talk you guys just had,” Homelander says with a grin. Maeve could swear she felt her heart stop but she kept a straight face. “Hopefully she knows what she's in for when she signed up for this, literally,” He chuckles.

“Whatever, can you please just leave me alone,” Maeve snapped and Homelander gave her a shocked and surprised look.

“You know you might want to keep your eye on her, I mean who knows what could happen to her, especially at night,” Homelander says with a cryptic tone as his shoulders tense before he leaves.

Once Maeve made it to her penthouse she finally let out a breath of air that she’s been holding. She knew that he wouldn’t out right kill you right now, so she had some time to get a game plan. She had to protect you. No matter what it took.

Taking a swig of her whiskey she took a seat on her couch as her shoulders slouched with tiredness and stress. Besides everything she couldn’t wait to see you, no matter when.

It’s been a few days since that day in the elevator, but you don’t know what’s changed in Maeve. She’s been more into talking to you and you can’t say you’re upset. She’s been more of a comfort, and you loved that.

But she’s been flirting with you at least more outwardly.

You can’t lie when you say that you've been loving it. Ever since this relationship started a few weeks ago you’ve been trying to talk to her and now she’s actually talking to you. Whatever changed in her you loved it.

She’s also been very sad whenever you have to leave, whether it was to go to work somewhere else or go home. She always looked a bit upset and you didn’t know why, it couldn’t be she’d miss your presence. At least you didn’t think so.

But you've always reassured her that you’d be back whether it's the next day or a few hours from then. She seemed to like the reassurance you gave her and you’ve been using that so she doesn’t get so sad, upset, or hurt when you leave. It sometimes left you up at night wondering if she was just lonely or she acutely did like you.

On the other side of the fence Maeve has been keeping her eye on you after Homelander not so subtly threatened you. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy flirting with you. Even though it’s been a while since she has flirted, you seemed to enjoy whatever line she threw your way based on the shy smile you’d give her, or the tiny laugh.

Even though she enjoyed flirting, she’s been getting more and more clingy due to Homelanders eye now being on you. Asking you if you were going to be okay, or when you’re going to be back and you’ve always reassured her that you would be back and you were fine.

It helped but it didn’t help the thought that you may be dead the next day and when you walked in the room with your signature smile she felt herself relax. What usually helped her get through the night is alcohol but she hated drinking that shit even though it helped her clear her head.

On this particular night, Maeve sat down on her couch trying to just watch tv but her thoughts kept coming back to you. If you were okay and if you were, what were you doing? It was only 11 at night so you wouldn’t be doing much and she hasn’t had any alcohol today. So nothing stopped her when she stripped herself out of her costume and into some jeans and a flannel t-shirt.

Looking in the mirror she cringed a little, it’s been a while since she’s been in casual clothes.

Putting her hair into a ponytail and then she shook it out trying to figure out what to do with it. She decided to just leave it down and put some sunglasses on to make sure no one recognized it was her, people were probably already asleep or in their homes so hopefully they didn’t recognize her.

Walking out of the Vought tower she looked around to make sure no one knew her or even worse, if Homelander was following her. He’s been in and out of it recently so she hoped he set his eyes on something else.

She walked in the direction of the Vought owned apartment building where you lived. You told her where you lived, if she needed to see you or if she just wanted to talk.

In this particular moment she just needed some comfort, whether it be talking or just being in the same room as you. Anything would do, if she were there, she would be able to make sure to keep you safe. At least try.

Standing in front of the door she raised her hesitantly and stopped trying to control her racing heart, but she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door and took a step back waiting for you to answer it and took her sunglasses off as well.

No going back now.

At first she was worried that you weren’t there, or worse that you were just dead because you weren’t answering the door but she felt her shoulders drop as soon as she heard you walking to the door.

Once you opened you were surprised to see Maeve standing there, especially in casual clothes since you’ve never seen her in anything else. But you saw her give you an awkward smile and you licked your lips before deciding to say something.

“Maeve what’s wrong,” You question, clearing your throat moving out of the way so she could come into the apartment. Luckily you were still awake because you were about to go to sleep, she probably knew due to you wearing sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to come over since you always said I could if I needed to,” Maeve awkwardly rambled as she entered the room and you closed the door behind her.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep yet, I was about to but you got here just in time,” You reassured her standing in front of her.

“I just needed to talk to you, or to just be here next to you,” She says while shaking her head as she feels her body finally relax. You were safe.

“Oh well, I’m glad you did, I did say you were welcome here anytime,” You give her a cheeky smile making your way into the kitchen. “Want some water, or any other beverage,” You questioned.

“Water is okay,” Maeve answers, scratching the back of her head as she makes her way to sit on your couch. Your apartment was very homey, nothing like the lifelessness of her penthouse back at the tower. This place made her feel safe, like she could just live here with you.

“Okay here you go,” You say, giving her the glass of water before sitting down on the couch next to her leaning against the cushion and facing your body so that you were looking at her. “Since you are here, do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you or do you want to just watch tv, that’d be fine as well,” You question not wanting to feel too pushy.

“Let’s just talk,” Maeve softly replies before turning her body to look at you as well. It was pretty dark but not dark enough to see that Maeve looked really happy and that made you feel good.

“What do you suggest,” You ask, contorting your body so that one leg was under you.

“Uh what do you do besides being a superhero that works with Vought, or is this your full time job like me,” She asks.

“Well I do like to volunteer on my own time, without any cameras to talk to kids in children's hospitals, I just feel like Vought would just use that to monetize it so I just kept it to my spare time,” You answer looking down at your lap.

“Wow, so you're just a real superhero,” Maeve says, looking at you with adoration. She always wanted to be a hero and when she started, she felt like it, she really wanted to help people but Vought ruined it like they always do and soon she was just another person they could get money from.

“Well so are you, I mean you’re Queen Maeve for fucking sake, you make a difference even if you weren’t out in the front line,” You chuckle.

“I don’t think I do,” Maeve answers with a tiny cringe. She wishes that she was everything you said about her but she wasn’t and that just made her heart almost stop.

“Come on, you’re an inspiration to little girls all around the world and now you’re probably helping a lot of kids come to terms with their sexuality and trust me I wish I had someone like you to look up to when I was growing up,” You say, your tone full of happiness.

“I don’t see it,” Maeve laughs, taking a swig of her water.

“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” You muse looking at her with such warmth that would make her feel like the only person in the world. You put your hand on her arm giving a smile caress.

“Vought just fucking sucks,” Maeve remarked and you give her small nod.

“That is true, I mean I’m only doing it for the money now,” You say with contempt. “It’s just another greedy corporation that doesn’t care about anything they say it does.”

“It just feels like I’m projecting this persona and no one knows the real me, with all the fucking scripts and talk show interviews, its just fucking tiring,” Maeve sighs, resting one of her hands on your knee just taking in the comfort you’re offering her. “It’s just one thing after another they want you to do and it’s never enough.”

“That’s true nothing will ever be enough for fucking greedy companies like Vought, but you knows what helps me,” You say leaning in a bit.

“What,” Maeve questions, using her thumb to rub figure eights on your knee as she unconsciously starts to move it a little higher.

“Knowing that someone out there, no matter who they are, and they need inspiration and we can give them that, even if it’s just to stand up to their fucking boss or kick a guy in his balls if he can’t take fucking no for an answer. People who just look up to us and know that we make that difference, I know it sounds kind of stupid but it really does help me sleep better at night,” You say knowing the stories your fans have told you, about how much you helped them.

Meanwhile Maeves had started to give your leg some goosebumps. You were already a bit hot and bothered due to her just being her and now she was teasing you.

“That makes sense, I just wish I could look through those lenses,” Maeve lets out a tiny giggle.

“I hoped that helped you though, because I totally see where you’re coming from,” You say with a bit of worry.

“Don’t worry you totally helped me, you just being here and listening to me helped me,” Maeve reassured you, giving her hand a squeeze on your thigh, she moved a bit closer to you as you felt your heart start to race a bit. “Can I uh try something,” She asked with a laugh.

“Of course, anything,” You say with a swallow.

Maeve leaned in closer til she pressed her lips to yours and you put your hand on her cheek and moved your lips along hers. It’s been a while since you’ve even liked someone so kissing someone felt like eons ago.

But it felt good kissing her and her hand lightly caressing your thigh as she kissed you hard and slipped her tongue in your mouth after you lost the battle of dominance. You moaned into her mouth as she started to trail kisses down your neck and started to suck a bruise on your clavicle.

You moaned as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second and the only sound you could hear in the apartment was her heavy breathing and your moans.

“Where’s your room,” Maeve muttered the question as she started to trail kisses up your neck and right below your ear and started to make another hickey right there.

“Uh,” You began to say but moaned when she found your sweet spot on your neck. “It’s straight down the hall,” You say as you clear your throat.

Maeve then surprised you with your strength (which you shouldn’t be really surprised) and picked you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist as the two of you kept kissing as she made her way to your room. Her hand was on your ass and started to gently squeeze, making you moan into her mouth again.

She finally got your door open and walked to your bed and gently put you on the bed but not leaving you alone for a while as she made her way on top of you and started to kiss you again.

Your hands found their way into her long red hair as she ran her hands up and down your thighs which made you sigh into her mouth as her tongue started to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth. You started to grind up into her hips trying to get some friction you most desperately needed even though you were still in the confines of your shorts.

Making her way down your neck she started to pepper kisses along your chest and got frustrated when your shirt got in the way. She moved her hands to the hem of your shirt and you leaned up a little so she could pull it off you. She gave your chest a look of adoration before she started to trail kisses and started to leave hickeys along your chest.

You were letting out little whines and whimpers due to the fact that you felt like your pussy was getting more and more wet each time she kissed your body.

Her mouth finally made its way to your nipple and wrapped her plump lips around the tiny bud that was already hard due to it being a bit chilly. You moaned and arched your back a bit when she began to suck your nipple and you started to grind harder and harder against her own hips.

Moving away Maeve unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it to the side to where your shirt laid. You didn’t even have a little time to stare at her chest before she started to kiss down your stomach and around your belly button and started to toy with the strings of your shorts.

“Please,” You moaned as her hands moved down to your upper thighs and squeezed a bit harder but it definitely didn’t hurt you.

“Please what,” Maeve said with a cheeky tone that almost made you explode into pieces.

“Just touch me please,” You begged, jutting your hips up trying to get more friction on your pussy as you felt yourself get more and more wet if that was even possible.

Her hands made their way to your hips and pressed them down to the bed so you couldn’t move your hips and you let out a whine at that. You felt like you were about to burst into pieces.

“Just relax and have some patience sweetheart,” Maeve said with a sultry tone that made you whimper.

You nodded and decided to relax against the pillow which made Maeve give you a little smile. She moved back to your lower stomach and returned to kissing your body and you closed your eyes and let out tiny moans whenever she decided to give you a little nip.

Once she decided she was done with teasing you which felt like an eternity, she pulled down the shorts and let out a little laugh when she saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. While you moaned as the cool air came into contact with your wet pussy.

“God you are so fucking hot,” Maeve cursed as she moved down little and started to tease your inner thighs and decided to resume her kissing as she slowly made her way up.

You moaned as she sucked another hickey right above your aching clit that was throbbing. Her hands were still on your hips so that you could grind your hips up and that level of strength she held made your insides heat up. She chuckled against your skin as she felt you try to but she didn’t let up.

Once she did decide to take mercy upon you and press a gentle kiss to your kiss, you let out a tiny moan due to the sensitivity. She dragged her tongue along your wet folds, that made you moan and squeeze the blanket that you were laying on and your hand turned into fist.

Her tongue started doing wonders as she ran it up and down your folds multiple times and went up to your clit and your hips stuttered a bit when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started to softly suck on the soft nub.

“Maeve,” You moaned louder this time, that your neighbors might hear you.

Meanwhile Maeve had her thoughts clear of Homelander once you started moaning and she already adored the way she could make you melt with a couple kisses and touches.

Due to her teasing you, you could already feel your organsm rising and you would feel a bit embarrassed but Maeve seemed to know and started to suck harder and her mouth left your clit once which made you whine a bit but was quickly reassured when she ran her tongue up your folds and sucked your clit harder this time. She ran her tongue all around the little nub that she could feel throbbing.

“Maeve, I’m about too-,” You say your voice a little high pitched.

Maeve gave your hips a squeeze and nodded her head in reassurance without removing her lips from the tender muscle. So you just let your body do your thing and you let out strings of moans and yelps as Maeve started to suck faster and harder and with another single suck you let out a loud moan as you came all over her tongue.

Even though you felt like you blacked out, you could feel Maeve dip her tongue into your folds, deciding to clean up your release and moaning at the taste of you. You winced at the overstimulation and put your hand on her arm tugging her back up and luckily she did.

You could taste yourself on her mouth as she started to kiss you again and your hands started to move to her hips wanting to return the favor.

“Come on, take your pants off and let me help you,” You mutter against her lips, which makes her moan into your mouth. She nodded against your lips.

Once she got her pants and panties off and she returned to kissing you, your hands made their way to her hips again and started to move around to her thighs. But deciding that she still wanted to be in control she moved her hands to yours and put them to the sides and gave them a squeeze which made you moan into her mouth.

“I just want to help you like you helped me,” You whimper against her lips.

“I know but just trust me with this,” Maeve muttered moving her lips from yours.

The next thing you knew you felt her grinding her pussy on top of yours and her clit dragging across yours. You moaned but that was quieted once she decided to stick her tongue down your throat again.

You weren’t complaining.

Her grinding didn’t stop or show any hesitance as she felt her own release start to rise. Her clit throbbed against yours as she felt the knot in her stomach start to tighten even more. And due to the fact that she’s been wet ever since she kissed you it didn’t even take one more thrust before she came against your pussy with a strained moan of your name.

You smiled against her lips and kissed her neck and shoulder as she came down from her own release.

Once she felt legs stop shaking Maeve pulled the blankets over both of your nude bodies and wrapped her arms around and rested her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Feel better,” You quested drawing random things on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. You felt her chuckle against your neck and pepper a few kisses below your ear.

“Feel amazing,” Maeve whispered in your ear which made you let out an airy giggle.

“Well I’m glad I could help,” You laugh as you put your hand on top of hers.

“You definitely did more than help,” Maeve says as her eyes look over your nude form. Even though she couldn’t see much she saw something that made her let out a giggle.

“What are you laughing at,” You smile, twisting your body a bit so you could get a better look at her. But you had to admit a smile looked amazing on her.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Maeve says between little laughs.

“For what and you don’t seem sorry for whatever it is,” You laugh along with her.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the bruises,” Maeve sheepishly says and you look down to your hips and you could feel yourself already get more wet by looking at them.

“No need to say sorry, It’s kinda hot,” You say with a smirk.

“You dirty dog,” Maeve laughs, resting her head on the pillow.

“Says you,” You laugh and for what feels like ages you finally feel happy.

[sgojoenthusiast]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♥ KINKTOBER 2023 ♥ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

10 days of kinktober ! feautured fandoms: attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen & resident evil.

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DAY ONE ➸ BLOOD SUCKER.

vampire! reader x gojo. CW// blood, blood sucking (consensual), sub gojo, fem reader,injuries, biting, p in v, oral, begging, cowgirl/ riding, 'good boy',

DAY TWO ➸ HORROR MOVIE.

mikasa ackerman x reader. scary movie night. CW// fem reader, bondage, knife play, mikasa accidentally cuts reader, pain, blood, injury, thigh riding, scissoring, oral, spitting, 'Good girl'.

DAY THREE ➸ BREAK-IN.

toji fushiguro x reader, robbery/ break in. CW// fem reader, breaking in, cheating, mirror sex, fingering, p in v, perv toji, age gap.

DAY FOUR ➸ CAT AND MOUSE.

police officer! leon kennedy x criminal! reader. CW// fem reader, handcuffs, p in v, oral (m recieving), leon fucks you against his car, breeding.

DAY FIVE ➸ MINE.

suguru geto x ex girlfriend reader, post toji ruining everything. CW// breeding, possessive geto, fem reader, oral/ fingering, begging, mentions of violence, marking, angst.

DAY SIX ➸ BEAST.

true form sukuna x reader. CW//fem reader, imlications of kidnapping, dom/sub dynamics, monster fucking, rough sex, oral, virginity loss, degrading, corruption, slapping, sukuna’s stomach mouth thing, please proceed with caution!!

DAY SEVEN ➸ PSYCHO KILLER.

suguru geto x reader x gojo satoru, scream au, ghostface. CW// fem reader, murder and violent descriptions, mentions of bullying, crying, trauma, 'slut', 'sweetheart', 'princess', oral threesome.

DAY EIGHT ➸ GREEDY.

assassin! jean kirstein x princess! reader. CW// fem reader, alternate universe, p in v, oral sex (f! recieving), praise, forbidden romance, pining, assassination attempts, ansgt ish.

DAY NINE ➸ FOR ME?

serial killer! armin x psycho reader. CW// mentions of death, killing & violence, armin is obsessed with reader, reader’s totally into it, knife play, blood, fem reader.

DAY TEN ➸ THE GAME.

eren jaeger x reader, halloween costume party. CW// fem reader, smut, masturbation, spanking, bondage, degrading, eren steals ur thong, public sex, semi-public sex, praise, blowjob, throat-fucking, slapping, choking, biting, humping/shoe-fucking.

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a/n: this is my first kinktober as a writer and i am very nervous yet excited to participate as i love kinktober sm! i hope everyone enjoys. please take note of any warnings before proceeding to read any of these fics. i will not take any responsibility for the media you choose to consume after my warning, thank you!<3

[thecoddaughter]

Egg Headcanon time:

Sunny wears Reggie in a baby bjorn. She makes Tubbo carry Marlene.

Em inherited Mousey’s love for Cinnarolls.

Ramón hates Stanleys and thinks water bottle trends are dumb. (Sunny and Em have coordinated Stanelys.)

Dapper makes his and Pomme’s bed. Pomme doesn’t get why beds need to be made, you just crawl back in it at night. Dapper is a 100 throw pillow type of person.

Richas gave Pepito a Spider-Man velcro wallet, it has a picture of Bobby hidden in it. Richas has a soccer wallet and it also has a picture of Bobby.

Pepito wore a Spider-Man costume under Pepito’s clothes until Pepito passed out one day and Grandma Foolish had to sit Pepito down and say that wasn’t allowed anymore.

Llulah has taken Chay’s kitchen scissors to cut flowers and it caused a big fight. Llulah has like seven pairs of gardening shears… she just misplaces them.

Leo is a barefoot kid. You will never catch them outside, running around with shoes on.

Sunny makes playlists for each member of the island.

Pomme braids Em’s hair when the moms aren’t around to. She shows Em the cute braids with flowers Bad taught her.

Dapper used to wake up in the middle of the night and crawl into Bad’s bed. Now Pomme shares his bed most nights so he won’t leave her.

[drawnwithrage]

Hello hello! Hope everyone is having a good day 🌸! Today, I bring you my ocs cosplaying! From left to right we have: Evan as Mark S. from the show Severance. It’s ok, I know he doesn’t really look like him but trust me that’s his cosplay. Next is Kitty as Mabel from Gravity Falls. They share the same energetic personality. Then it’s Idyllic as baby boi Luigi 🥰. They’re very much the same person. Karlos next to her dressed up Seven from Scissor Seven. Karlos is the type to go all out on his costume. Then we have Gardenia dressed as Reigen from Mob Psycho. She and Reigen are very much caring adults that pretend to be indifferent. And lastly we have Emery as Jin Ling from MDZS. They’re both kind of bratty preteens. I hope this looks good. I tried working on this last week and couldn’t find the time. Also I think I caught a cold 😣. I’m not feeling so great. Sore throat, fatigue, stuffy nose. Ugh! Not fun 😩. Anyway be safe everyone and have a wonderful day 🌸.

[pad-wubbo]

Very sweet post.

It makes me think, "how has it been between Splatoon and me?"

* I've been following Splatoon's world since day one. Splat1 came out and I followed it religiously since the Global Testfire. I thought it looked really cute, and its central ink mechanic felt similar to the gels in Portal 2 (I was 12 and had just recently marathonned the entire Portal series). I had a major crush on the Squid Sisters, too.

* I never had a Wii U. I never played Splat1. I only watched it. Still, though, I felt there was something special about it. The way the Inklings had their own bands, fashion, language, history, everything. It was a world. It wasn't just a video game level floating in the middle of nowhere. It was alive.

* My Splatfest picks (EU) for 1:

* Rock > Pop

* Eating > Sleeping

* North Pole < South Pole

* Singing > Dancing

* Messy > Tidy

* Cats > Dogs

* Zombies < Ghosts

* Pineapple on Pizza is Delicious > Disgusting

* Get Fit < Get Rich

* Play Like a Barbarian < Ninja

* Pokémon Red < Pokémon Blue

* Hoverboard < Jet Pack

* SpongeBob < Patrick

* Black Tie Event < Fancy Dress Party

* World Tour < Space Adventure

* Callie > Marie

* I played as the Inkling Mii costumes in Smash Bros. 4 a lot. They looked weird without the black line between their eyes.

* Of course, I was making the "white ink haha" jokes.

* I kinda forgot about Splatoon after FinalFest 1.

* I didn't have a Switch until 2021. As a result, I didn't care that much about Splat2 when it came out.

* I still vaguely kept up with it though.

* I at least knew that Callie defected to the Octarians, the Calamari Inkantation was now Spicy, there was an Agent 4, and Off the Hook were the new idols.

* Octo Expansion comes out. My interest is piqued by how much its plot copies Portal (you're a test subject in an underground lab for a shady company, the AI promises a reward but wants you dead, you escape and destroy it).

* I once again become interested in Splatoon lore.

* I never kept up with the Splatfests for Splat2, though, unlike with Splat1.

* So, have my retroactive input:

* Cake > Ice Cream

* Mayo < Ketchup

* Flight < Invisibility

* Toilet Paper on the Front Roll < Back Roll

* Warm Breakfast > Cold Breakfast

* Film < Book

* Action < Comedy

* Gherk-OUT > Gherk-IN (on burgers)

* Chicken < Egg came first (objectively correct)

* Sweet > Salty

* I know nothing about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

* Pulp < No Pulp (in orange juice)

* Squid < Octopus

* Adventure < Relax

* Retro > Modern

* Trick < Treat

* Eat It First > Save It For Last

* Hero < Villain

* Family > Friends

* Pancakes > Waffles

* Knight > Wizard

* Hare > Tortoise

* Time Travel > Teleportation

* Kid > Grown-Up

* Chaos > Order

* Super Mushroom > Super Star

* Come 2022, Splat3 comes out, and I play it. My God, it's fun. Seven years of being a Sploon fan up to that point and this is the first time I'd actually played it.

* This is what the Animal Crossing team abandoned New Horizons for, and it was worth it.

* Anyway, here's my Splatfest choices for 3:

* Rock / Paper / Scissors

* Gear / Grub / Fun

* Grass / Fire / Water (in Pokémon)

* Spicy / Sweet / Sour

* Dark Chocolate / Milk Chocolate / White Chocolate

* Nessie / Aliens / Bigfoot (which is real?)

* Power / Wisdom / Courage

* Vanilla / Strawberry / Mint Chip

* Money / Fame / Love

* Shiver / Frye / Big Man

* Zombie / Skeleton / Ghost

* Handshake / Fist Bump / Hug

* Friends / Family / Solo

* Friday / Saturday / Sunday

* Drums / Guitar / Keyboard

* Baby Chicks / Li'l Bunnies / Bear Cubs

* Same Ol' / Bucket List / Save the Day

* Palace / Theme Park / Beach

* Bread / Rice / Pasta

* Past / Present / Future

* Now, I had only been playing the game on and off until this year.

* Side Order really, really, got me hooked on it. Permanently.

* Since then, I have been absolutely dedicated to Splatoon. I'm on a crusade of sorts to 100% all the single-player games now. I've finished OE and will finish the rest shortly before and after Grand Festival.

* I've become obsessed with marine biology. I've become an Inkling in real life thanks to a certain hat.

* I've started playing many fangames and reading many fanfics, designing my own characters, and whatnot.

* Coming to think of it, I realise now why I love it so much.

* It's a world, a community, a culture.

* Splatoon is all about self-expression in an ever-evolving world of no status quo.

* If all the official games and their staff simply vanished, there would still be endless games, music, art, stories, characters, and expression in their world. It would live on, as an organically-mutated culture.

* It encourages this. Splatoon, with its central theme of expressing yourself, actively encourages the creation of your own stories within its world, and that makes it feel alive.

* It's the anti-Nintendo Nintendo game. Hisashi Nogami was recommended to make a "Mario Paintball". Nothing was stopping him. He had access to the Mario brand and guaranteed success, and chose instead to express himself, to make this wonderful world of squid-people who live and love. The player-generated posts, and the final Splatfest influencing the next game, add to this level of personality and sincerity.

* It's not sanitised and corporate in tone. Its understanding of fashion, music, and sports is genuine. It features dark themes and relatable characters that open the door deliberately for angsty fanfic. It features sexual innuendo, suggestive character designs, and sometimes swearing, deliberately leading into naughty fanfic.

* Because it's designed for self-expression, to refer to it as merely an "IP" erases this wonderful aspect of it.

* This is what makes me so ambivalent. I love Splatoon more than anything in the world, possibly, yet I despise Nintendo.

* Nintendo is a megacorporation that systematically lobbies to kill privacy, freedom of speech and consumer rights for its own profit. It sends agents to stalk and ruin the lives of those who reverse-engineer its consoles. It consistently shuts down harmless fan projects (betraying Splatoon's whole point of encouraging expression in its world). Its most major stakeholder is Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia Mohammed bin Salman, a murderer. I have nothing but respect for the developers working under it, but no respect for it as a corporate entity.

* Loving Splatoon has made me happier as a person. There are some things that make me sad about it, though.

* Since it's a world unto itself, not just a game, I very much did participate in its world from 2015 to 2022, yet having not actually played it until Splat3's release makes me feel like an imposter, not worthy of being so invested in it.

* Since it's "owned" by Nintendo, a company I now refuse to support beyond its online subscription, being a Splatoon fan makes me feel like a corporate bootlicker (although I know that's irrational, like how I can love Star Trek and not give two shits about the Paramount Picture Corporation).

* Its living, breathing world and themes of moving on, especially as emphasised by "Three Wishes", reminds me that time is rapidly slipping away from me, whether I'm ready or not.

* That fills me with existential dread. The series still feels new to me, as it came out 9 years ago and thanks to my strange brain experiencing a traumatic event and changing 9 years ago, every one of my memories constantly plays back to me. There is no past or present to me. Only constant, melting existence. That's why 9 years ago feels like nothing. I still feel 12. There was a longer time between 2013 and 2015 than between 2015 and now, to me.

* Three Wishes reminds me that 9 years have indeed passed, and that is surreal to me.

* One last thing, I never vote based on the idol. You love the Squid Sisters the most, and I do too, but I'm with team Future.

* Think about it. These games are about moving on and living. Team Past doesn't make sense.

* Team Present is boring.

* Future is the logical way to go, then.

* Just like how Chaos was the logical choice last time, in a game about making a mess and being unapologetically you.

* Callie vs Marie was the only FinalFest without an obvious logical choice.

* So that's a history of Splatoon and me. I want to be a squid in real life.

* Where do I get a Callie plush in the UK, other than on Amazon? I don't trust Amazon.

Getting sappy about the Squid Sisters....

The Squid Sisters being the ones to start and end Three Wishes genuinely broke me down and made me feel the most amount of emotion out of anything in this whole franchise.

They embody the past, present and the future of this series and it's world. They have made an impact in the past as they were the ones who started it all, they sing and dance in the present, and will plant the seeds for the future. Them getting the opening and final lines of this grand song is just... it's so smart.

These girls are so important to me on so many levels it's not even funny. I genuinely don't know what my mental health would be like without having these comfort characters by my side. I love them so much and they helped me get through the worst mental period in my life back in mid 2023. If they didn't help me see the light and comforted me, i don't know where i would be.... They also helped me get comfortable with my autism as well and made it less of a curse and more of a difference in how i see this chaotic world.

I remember getting my Callie plushie in October 2023 and once i held her... i teared up. This is not a joke. I'm not playing around. A 19 year old me actually cried holding a cute little Callie plush. She helps me sleep at night and helps silence the stupid thoughts in my brain that is just trying to rest.

I've been in love with this series since 2017 and it's done so much for me since then. I am gonna continue to love and adore this series until my heart finally stops beating. I've made so many memories i hold near and dear to my heart and some of the best gaming experiences I've ever had.

And getting the chance to share it with you all is just... I'm so happy. I don't feel lonely anymore in my thoughts and this series helped me make wonderful connections and it will continue to do so...

I love the Squid Sisters... I love them with every piece of my heart.

Sorry for getting all sappy LOL! (It will happen again in September.)

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Dear Diary Chapter 1

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October 31, 1942 

Age: 7

Dear Diary, 

I do not really know what to write in this thing but here goes nothing, my name is Y/N and I am seven years old, so I am practically an adult! Tonight is Halloween or what Mama calls it “All Hallows Eve”, she told me not to celebrate Halloween because it’s Satan’s birthday. I do not care whose birthday it is, I am getting free candy, woman! She told me the only way I was allowed to go was if I went with Elvis. I told her, “Mama, I would go with him but then he’ll take all the candy and eat it all.” That earned me a swift smack to the bottom. She is also making me wear this scratchy angel costume from last year’s Christmas pageant. I look like a darned fool with these floppy wings! Mrs. Gladys brought Elvis over around lunch time and we played Captain Marvel Jr, well Elvis ran around the front yard and I swang on the swings. He is strange- but I like him, his momma talks a lot with my mama. They always smell weird after they have been talking for a whole lot. Usually, Mrs.Gladys ends up hollering about Mr.Vernon, I have not seen Mr.Vernon for a long time. Elvis says that he will take him to the Rock of Eternity, do not ask me what that means. 

I asked Elvis what he was gonna dress up as for Halloween and he said his momma said they were too poor for a costume. I told him that did not matter and he could have mine, he said no because angels were dumb. I punched him in the nose, he punched me in the arm. I didn’t cry but I almost did but I did not cry!

Mrs. Gladys told us to go play outside because we were being too noisy, well we were just walking through the backyard when the idea came to me. The most brilliant idea, “You could be a ghost!” He gave me a weird look and I made him help me pull the sheet down. It fell on my face like a big white cloud, it smelled like the summer air and cotton, he yanked the sheet off my face and asked me, “How am I supposed to see if I ain’t got no eye-holes?” I rolled my eyes and said, “Well we got to cut some holes in it, duh!” I like Elvis, but he can be really stupid though. Somehow, he was able to sneak mama’s big scissors and we cut some holes in the sheet, we did a pretty darn good job. 

I put the sheet over his head and smiled, the holes were a bit crooked but it worked. He stared back at me with those pretty blue eyes, I wonder if he likes his eyes. I hope those pretty blue eyes did not see me blush. But what they did see was our mothers storming out the back door, fire in their eyes. I got my behind beaten till I was crying like an ol’ hound dog, and Elvis oh gosh- I thought Mrs.Gladys was gonna kill em the way she was whacking him with that willow tree switch. We learned two things in that moment, Mrs.Gladys is scary when she is mad and not to cut holes in the linen. 

When Elvis came over that night to go trick-or-treating, he was just wearing his play clothes and that lightning bolt on a string around his neck. “I am Captain Marvel Jr!” Don’t tell anyone that I said this, but he sure did look a whole lot better than me. He kept on tugging on my wings all night long, pulling off the feathers and rubbing them against his face. “You stop that, Elvis Presley! Stop messing with my costume!” I yelled at him; I scrunched my face up like my mother did when I was in trouble. Elvis looked at me like I grew a third head, “I thought angels were supposed to be nice, Y/N?” That Elvis boy really knew how to get under my skin, I turned around and said, “Well I thought ghosts were supposed to be quiet!” He did not say much after that, my tummy felt all knotted up after I said that. “Sorry, I just got all angry,” I mumbled. Elvis smiled at me, “That is alright Y/N- I guess angels can be mean, like just a little bit.” I like his smile, it is crooked. “You are weird, Elvis Presley.” He laughed and then plucked another one of my feathers off! Diary, I think Elvis Presley is so stupid.  Elvis Presley is my best friend (he gave me three pieces of candy to change this)

BYE,

Y/N

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Theatrics (A Silvaze Fanfic)

The scissors in Blaze's hands felt heavy, despite being the same set she'd used so many times. Before her stretched an unkempt mass of white quills, presently soaked through to hang lower than their usual flared style. Attached to those quills was Silver the hedgehog, presently sat on the feline's desk chair which had been moved to sit at the heart of the en suite attached to the royal bedchamber. Blaze could see his face reflected in the room's mirror; despite her hesitancy, he was grinning in anticipation of the incoming change.

"Are you really certain that this is the best course of action? Even if you're set on this plan as a whole, there might be an easier way to..." Blaze fumbled for the right words, trying not to be too discouraging, "Achieve the intended result."

"There probably is, but I've already picked out my costume, it'd be more of a hassle to find another," The hedgehog looked down, tugging at his chest fur, "Besides, I've always been curious what I'd look like with short quills. Will they fuse together like Sonic's, or hang down like Amy's?"

His mind was made up, Blaze cast aside her foolish concerns and drew a brush from the nearby sink, "Then keep your head up. If I am going to do this, I want it to look neat."

He did as commanded, and so Blaze began to separate the first of his five forehead quills away from the greater soggy mass of fluff. This endeavour wasn't new to Blaze, giving and receiving haircuts was perfectly common for them; learning the skill had been a necessity during their time together in the apocalyptic future where they'd been born. Cutting hair for a purpose besides comfort though, let alone cutting Silver's quills short, was entirely brand new. Historically, grooming like this had been a relaxing affair.

The hedgehog had arrived in the Sol Dimension less than a week ago, with a chaotic plan to save the world already in mind. Having left her three weeks prior to that, the future world he'd arrived in was again in a state of total destruction with Eggman's machines now ruling the land. In particular, the hedgehog had spoken of a giant mechanical dragon with seven heads; each housing a chaos emerald. According to a newspapers however, as well as the diary of one Amy Rose, the machine hadn't started off like that.

Everyone had been prepared for the next Eggman attack, he'd tried and failed to steal the chaos emeralds from the crew over the past month, but they hadn't anticipated just what he'd do. The titanic machine had descended from the clouds over the long abandoned Castle Sylvania near Spagonia, catching the hundreds of visiting tourists totally unaware. Panic had immediately ensued, the doctor commanding the machine from a cockpit atop its back to level buildings in an attempt to draw out Sonic and the others. Their friends had prepared long in advance, gathering the emeralds together to grant Sonic the power to destroy whatever Eggman had created; the blue blur had even been in Spagonnia when the attack came. Unfortunately, it seemed Eggman had anticipated this eventuality.

Attacking the frequent tourist site without warning meant civilians of all ages had been present when Sonic arrived at the scene, a ghoulish distraction that Eggman had successfully used. By damaging infrastructure, throwing debris in all direction, the hedgehog had been forced to split his efforts between fighting and saving people. A particular moment had granted the doctor the window he'd been waiting for; the collapse of a portion of Castle roof had sent Sonic dashing inside to hold up the tumbling structure long enough for the tourists to flee. It was unclear just what had happened next, but those seven heads had stretched inside through cracks in the ceiling and holes in the walls. Moments later, the roof fell through and now a chaos emerald was harnessed in each maw.

The cat realised she'd lost herself in thoughts and the act, her eyes flickered up to the mirror. It was difficult to tell how well she was doing at this stage, having started on the left meant he looked almost entirely uneven. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case by the time she'd finished the right. Inevitably she'd have to do a little trimming to even things-

The hedgehog's head slumped forwards, his eyes had completely closed. A nostalgia fuelled flush immediately washed over the cat as she ceased her cutting, her gaze magnetised to the now sleeping form of the hedgehog. In Crisis city acts like this had been one of the few moments of calm and respite they'd stolen, the quiet between the battles. It had been oh so common for him to doze off while she was still snipping. Some things never changed.

"Silver," Her voice stirred him, "Head up."

"Sorry," He murmured through a yawn, "I don't think you ever said, are we doing something with your hair too?"

"I'm just going to let it down. Hopefully, with the mask and outfit, that will be enough of a disguise," Blaze brushed him off, resuming her snipping.

"If you're sure, I'm more than ready to give you a trim if you want one," He offered, beginning to turn to her.

"Maybe afterwards, we'll see how this plan of yours goes. I think I'll need to relieve the tension," She grabbed him by the quills, redirecting his stare, "Head straight, Silver."

"Wait, do you not think the plan will work?" He asked as the cat resumed the grooming.

'It's not that I don't think it'll work, it's just," Blaze finished up the right side, then deciding to take just a little more off the left, "Very different from what we normally do."

"Yeah, that's true," Silver agreed, "But it was the only real solution I could think of, I couldn't figure out where Eggman's original base was to go and beat him in advance. Once he took over the world his stations cropped up all over the place."

With his front quills done, Blaze moved to the back set; voicing a question that had been on on her mind for a while, "Is there a reason we're not just telling the others about the attack in advance?'

"Yeah, there are a few reasons," Silver grimaced, "For one, I've tried it before. The first time I told Sonic about trouble ahead he still ran head first into it. I guess he figured that since he knew what was going to happen the whole thing would be a cinch? I warned him not to do that again when I told him about the next conflict, but he still got captured and I had to save him," The psychic's expression only grew more sour, "After that, when I tried to explain a different situation, he thanked me, threw me a thumbs up, and said something about following his own path before running off."

"Well, that does sound like him," Blaze sympathised, recalling the chaos that the blue blur left in his wake, "After the first time, I would have probably gone to Tails or Knuckles instead."

"I could have? But then there are the other two problems I've had before. When I stop off in the past sometimes, just to visit, I'll arrive in the future and find it's totally different, small changes to time can have big effects. Once the date of the world's destruction actually moved closer to when I'd left rather than further away. I don't know why that happened, but it means I might direct them to defend one place and time only for another to be attacked," Silver explained, his eyes locked onto her, "The second is that I don't think I don't think we, or even they, could convince everyone to clear that area with words alone. Telling the human government might even make things worse, they might send their own fighters and cause more problems. If we use our current plan, even if that does happen, we can fend them off too without worrying about repercussions."

Blaze cringed as a chunk of Silver's back left quill flopped to the floor, she hadn't dared to look down yet, "I suppose your scheme also means, if things do go badly, we'll be there to help."

"I can send out a psychic pulse that will let me find anyone left in the nearby structures," Silver reconfirmed as his right quill was made to match the left, "Our goal is just to get everyone out of the area. I'm certain Sonic could have won that fight if the coast was clear, he was winning up until the roof collapsed. If Eggman can't use that tactic, he won't be able to steal the chaos emeralds... however he did that. Basically, Sonic won't be stuck in one place."

"You've failed to predict him twice, let's hope third time is the charm," Blaze sighed, setting down the scissors, "You're done... I think."

The hedgehog's eyes finally left her as he looked to the mirror to take himself in. Spiky would be the single word Blaze used to describe him now; with his quills now shorn close to his scalp they had split somewhat to give a rougher yet still somehow shaggy appearance. He hadn't ended up aerodynamic like Sonic, or even smooth like Amy at all. With there still being five main quill branches on his forehead, as well as two at the back of his head, he was still so uniquely Silver. It was a strange thought, one Blaze cast to the back of her mind immediately, but there was something of a roguish charm to the look.

"This is great Blaze!" He bounded from the chair, immediately she was lifted into a hug, "It's perfect!"

The cat went to return his hold, only to find she didn't have to fumble her way around the two massive quills near the base of his neck. Recognising that, she traced her fingers along the back of his head and felt the roughness of her handiwork. It was strange to think of his quills as coarse, with their long length came a certain dullness to their point which was now entirely lacking. It wasn't the fluffiness she was used to, but Blaze supposed there was something somehow endearing about the more typical hedgehog prickliness she was feeling. Lying side by side and not risking being slapped by a wayward quill would be a new experience.

"You're covered in loose fluff, take a shower, you don't want it to be itchy in your costume," Blaze instructed, feet still off the ground, "I'll go change in the bedroom, your things are in the hamper."

"Alright, I'll be quick," He gave her one final squeeze before lowering her to the ground, "I can't wait to see what you picked out."

"Right," Blaze realised her hand was still on the back of his head, still feeling how he'd changed, "I didn't overthink it, don't expect too much."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be great!" He grinned one last time, "We'll get ready, rush to the past, and it'll all work out!"

He'd started to amp himself up, "You're so naive."

The pyrokinetic gave him a final smile, finally retrieving her hands from his head as she made his way out and shut the door behind herself. This was the calm before the storm, the moment they arrived in the past Silver would be fully focused on achieving their shared task. Though excitable on the surface, anxiety was freshly brewing underneath.

Pushing herself off the door, the guardian made her way to the bed where her costume was lain in preparation for their immanent work. Her long coat was shrugged from her shoulders only to be replaced with a flowing black cloak. The cat's usual white gloves were exchanged for a set that reached near her elbow, darkly coloured. Off came here heels and in their place arrived a set of calf high leather boots.

All that was left to add was the mask; a pure white porcelain faceplate with thinly cut eyeholes, no mouth hole and the slightest of curves to fit snuggly against her nose. It was designed to be painted and intended for a masquerade style event, but the feline had opted to leave it completely featureless and blank. As it was, the piece was probably as intimidating and obscuring as possible.

With a tug she removed her ponytail ring and the outfit was complete. A glance to her room's vanity mirror made Blaze less certain of her decision, she was fairly certain that she was still recognisable, but settled that to a stranger or from afar she'd look thoroughly anonymous. Given what they were about to do, that much was for the best. If a friend recognised them, they could explain later. Hopefully a fight wouldn't break out...

The sound of the bathroom door opening turned the cat's gaze. Unlike her, the figure stood in the doorway was entirely unidentifiable. A set of heavy black boots led up directly to a matching jumpsuit with slight blue accents. The material stretched all the way up his torso, clinging to his neck obscuring up until the tips of his fingers. Topping it all off, the reason for his dramatic haircut, was the helm that covered the hedgehog's entire face. Made of a shiny black plastic material, it was a motorcycle helmet with a darkly tinted visor and two pointed yet open ear sockets, more likely intended for ventilation rather than hearing. While the hedgehog did look anonymous, he didn't particularly fit the role they were set to take.

"Blaze, you look great!" Silver's muffled voice sounded, the squeak of his garb undeniable as he entered the room.

"I take it you found a motorbike shop," The cat astutely posited, still taking in the near void that was his current appearance.

"Yeah, my options in the future were a little slim. I figured this would at least keep the others from knowing this is me," He said, gesturing to himself, "That and well, the citizens won't know we are the ones who did what we're about to do."

Catching the concern in his tone, that cat removed her mask, "You're right, they won't, and what we're doing is for their good regardless. We're making sure Eggman can't hurt anybody, and it's not as if we're hurting people in exchange. We're keeping everyone safe."

"I know, I know," His gesticulations and tone were more than making up for his lack of expression, "And it's the best plan I could think up, but it still feels so weird."

"It's like I said before, if things go badly we'll be there to help," Blaze reminded him, reaffixing her mask, "Let's get this done."

She led him from her bedroom and down into the heart of the palace. Passing Gardon on the way was certainly an experience, catching the Koala's panicked gaze, but thankfully Marine was off working on one of her boat. They'd kept this plan a secret from her, knowing she'd try to get involved.

In the basement, within the palace vault, all seven Sol Emeralds had already been gathered, alongside the Jewelled Sceptre, in preparation for this event. The feline took that staff in her hands and immediately felt the mystic power thrumming throughout the room. With so much potential at her disposal, pinpointing when and where to arrive would be simple. It took no more than a wave of the artefact for all seven Sol Emeralds to begin orbiting the disguised pair.

"We should jump in around an hour before Eggman would arrive, that way people have time to clear out and the doctor's plan shouldn't have time to change. Plus, if he attacked Spagonnia because Sonic was nearby, he still will be," Though Blaze couldn't see his expression, the seriousness of thought was plain in his voice, "Based on the future I found, he was clearly after the Chaos Emeralds more than anything else. Sonic will have already collected them the day before we're set to arrive."

"So the timeline shouldn't shift," Blaze confirmed.

"It shouldn't, but time travel can just be so weird," Now there was a hint more of anxiety, "Let's aim for two in the afternoon. He's set to arrive before just three, but we'll have to hang around afterwards and keep our eyes peeled, just to be safe."

"Last chance for a change of plans," Blaze offered, the stones around them now a single technicolour band crackling with heat.

"No, this really is the best plan I can think of. We have to do this, for all those people and our friends!" He called out, amping himself up again, "Let's get this done!"

With all this power at her disposal, it took Blaze no more than a nod of her head and a wave of her wand to warp them out of this reality and into the next. The pair of them appeared in the sky above the castle, manifesting just beyond the cloud layer so as to obscure their arrival and make their appearance all the more shocking. Silver caught her in his psychic grasp, providing the time for her to beckon back through the portal and draw out one of the Sol Emeralds. With that purple gem in hand she had secured them a way back, albeit one less quick and easy as their method of arrival. With that done the portal collapsed in on itself, just in time for the two of them to fade into the clouds.

The pair of them descended to land on the roof of Castle Sylvania, an ancient building that had been mostly reclaimed by the elements. Thick moss and vines covered the cracked and crumbling stonework of the castle, flooding had led to ponds forming and trees were growing all around. The roof they were floating down on, the very one under which Sonic was set to fall, was flat and overlooked the courtyard at the castle's entryway; meaning it was more than ideal for what they were about to do. The degraded fortifications were large and spanned a great distance, but this was the primary hub of visitor activity. Silver landed the two of them just beyond the rooftop's edge; the hustle and bustle of tourists was undeniable.

Blaze threw one last look to her companion and caught him clenching his fists, one last sign of him amping himself up. As the hedgehog took to the ledge she saw psychic light begin to pulse at his palms, not spreading far yet but beginning to bristle. He crouched lower, staring down at the world as if intending to loom over it.

"Visitors to Castle Sylvania! We have come to claim this ancient fort for ourselves!" The hedgehog shouted, pointing to the patio below, "Flee now and we will show you mercy, but all who remain here will be crushed beneath our boots. This is the birthplace of our new empire! Heed our warning or suffer, this is your one and only chance!"

Despite the theatrics of it all, despite him throwing his hands about and talking up the inevitable destruction they were set to impose, only a handful of people had halted their daily routine to look up at the pair of them. Hundreds of people were still walking around, exploring the long abandoned fortification without a care in the world; laughing and having their own conversations. It likely wasn't because they'd be unmoved if they'd heard Silver, people would surely be looking if they'd heard him. This roof was simply a lot higher than Blaze had anticipated when he'd first explained the plan.

Said plan had been to take on the role of villains, of a pair of evildoers bent on conquering Spagonia with otherworldly powers. His intent had been to start with a speech and then, with the eyes of the public on them, set loose their powers in an intimidating display. The intent had been to, as one robot had once put it, appear as if they were fireworks; to be explosive and loud and powerful, and yet not intentionally endanger anyone. From there their intent was to go down and scare off individuals, even enter the castle if they had to, and simply clear out the area. Things were already off to a mortifying start, it was good that they had a full hour to correct this...

"I don't think they can hear you from up here," Blaze pointed out, feeling her face flare hot with embarrassment, "Especially not through that helmet."

"Oh, right, um," He went to tug his chest fur only to meet with jumpsuit, "Do you want to try?"

Blaze felt her stomach churn as she looked down from the edge. With Silver by her side she didn't usually fear heights, but their present failure and the thought of public display was catalysing that feeling. In an attempt to smother those feelings, the cat closed her eyes and allowed her hands to burst alight. It was just like giving any other speech to her subjects... no, it was easier. She was anonymous, she wasn't Blaze the cat in the here and now. She could do and act as she pleased, there was no holding back!

She clawed her hands and bent her elbows, "If you do not flee now, we will destroy you all! There is no escaping us," No, that wasn't intense enough, "I will spread white hot flames across this land, reducing stone to magma and blackening the sky with smoke! Your lives will be snuffed out without hesitation! None shall be spared!" Blaze felt her temperature soar, she threw her arms outward and felt embers fly free, "No life can survive us! We have seen this world's end and intend to bring it to fruition!"

"That's right!" Silver bellowed, now shouting as loud as he could, "We're here to destroy all of you! No mercy will be afforded to any of you! We will not stop until no one is left within our new domain, not a single person!"

Blaze dared to open her eyes, her heart still racing but not nearly as intensely. There was a crowd beneath them now, that much was undeniable, and the people had mostly stopped... but no one was fleeing. It was as if they were looking on absent-mindedly at some theatre or fireworks display rather than awaiting their impending doom. Some were clapping!

Silver's voice rang in her ears, "I still don't think they can hear us, maybe this wasn't the right spot to pick..."

"Well, did you have any other ideas for this intimidation tactic?" The cat blustered, stepping away from the ledge and out of view, "Is there anything else we can do?"

"Th-There is one thing," She heard realisation dawn on him, "We know this roof is going to be destroyed, all the surrounding buildings will be damaged, as long as I'm careful doing this..." He centred himself, "Yes. I can do this, there's something else I can do! Add your powers to this if you think it'll help, we can do this!"

The hedgehog threw his right hand forward and immediately psychokinesis blared forth with an unmistakable whir. He'd used his power to form a great sigil in front of them, a series of pentagrams and elemental symbols that were swirling and shifting in a flashy manner. That clearly wasn't the full intent of Silver's efforts though, as the psychic grasp from his left arm was now tearing holes in the moss covered roof.

Masses of rock churned together, now Blaze could hear people inside starting to panic. His intent wasn't to demolish though, that much was obvious already. A large set of jaws, an elongated reptilian maw made from rock, was brought to form in front of them. An upper torso soon followed and, connected to it, two colossal hands ending in claws. The entire mass was cloaked in cyan, not the most intimidating of colours. Blaze could better that.

With a wave of her hand fire began to dance across the creature's form. Blistering red eyes flared into position atop the monster's head, burning light traced across its fingers and along its shoulders. By the end of their combined conjuring the form was almost as wide as the roof. Stone masses had been torn from the surrounding buildings, panic was no beginning to bubble just beyond eyeshot.

"Well, it certainly reminds me of what terrified us for the longest time," Silver shuddered.

"I'll complete the display, be ready to have it loom over the edge," Blaze commanded, turning from him and igniting her right hand.

"Judging by the crowd, we'll need to cause some more chaos. Be ready to throw out some extra flames," He called out, beginning to puppet the creature more thoroughly.

With a thrust of her hand a consistent jet of flame rocketed forward, striking the shifting holographic disc he had conjured to cover their efforts. The psychic shape began to crack, flames spiralled off and around his conjuration to flare in all directions. Lines of red hot heat cut jagged lines through the symbol and set it to begin crumbling, aspects of its movement began to fail and flicker out of existence.

That change was perfectly timed; Silver marched to the edge of the castle roof and with him came the torso of the beast. With a great swing of its massive claw, Silver destroyed his own illusion and let their new monstrosity lean out over the castle wall. Immediately Blaze heard more calls of panic as rock and rubble was shunted to tumble from the rooftop, thankfully with Silver there to guide its fall.

"Go on, they can hear you better," He beckoned her forward, "I'll make this thing look as scary as possible."

When Blaze took to the ledge this time, the feline did not close her eyes. Panic had already claimed the majority of the tourists, once one had run it was a certainty others would follow, but fear manifested in different ways. Some were taking recordings, others were trying to hide. They'd come here with a mission in mind, they weren't here to simply scare people; they had to clear this space.

"We have brought fourth the great demon Iblis to assist us in our efforts! Perhaps now you understand the true peril we will deliver upon you!" On total impulse, feeling her flames burn hotter still, a macabre laugh escaped the guardian's lips, "Flee or die! There is no hiding from us!"

The moment her decree ended, Silver pushed a psychic gale through the beast. Flames flowed in all directions, dark smoke began to spread into the sky and sparks wafted over the ledge. Perfectly accompanying his effort, seemingly incidentally created by the structure of the monster's jagged jaws, a whistling hiss screamed through the air in accompaniment with the roar of flames.

Finally, panic had fully claimed the castle.

"Remember this day well; for it is the day this world's new masters arrived! With Iblis backing us, no hero could ever hope to stand against us," Blaze's pulse was pounding, she threw her flaming hands to the sky,"We're going to burn everything away and start off anew; we'll raze this land to the ground and forge a new empire in the flames!"

It was only after saying that, the pyrokinetic realised she might be having too much fun with this.

Tourists had already been flooding from beneath the pair, but now they were rushing in all directions. Not a single person was standing still, even if some were still fleeing into cover or mindlessly running. Dozens were filing into tourbusses at the edge of of the grounds, but one or two of the shuttles had already fled out of fear!

Silver reached out towards the grounds, a spherical wave of psychic energy pulsed out from him and seemed to phase through the objects in their surroundings. Moments after that energy dissipated he started to target specific objects and structures in the vicinity; a rock was pushed to reveal a crouching youth, another man was pushed out from ducking beneath the edging of the roof and a small huddled group near the back of the courtyard were pushed to tumble. All three efforts had the intended effect, those who had been stagnant started to run. As if to even further emphasise the effort, the hedgehog had the fake Iblis tear lumps of stone from the roof and toss them to the ground.

"There are still a few stragglers, I'm trying to scare them off. I want to fully clear a five hundred metre radius," Silver informed her, "If we can manage that, I'm happy to leave the rest to-

Movement caught the corner of the cat's eye, just before the attack came. Blaze knew what was going to happen, she knew where the blow would be struck, but she didn't have time to react. An orb of blue, having launched from the patio below, span as it crashed into Silver's stone Iblis and shattered it. Burning rocks flew in all directions, Blaze tumbled left and landed on her side; very nearly falling off the edge.

A figure stood amongst the burning rubble, Silver had fallen to mirror Blaze on his other side. Long blue quills and red shoes; green eyes and white gloves. There was no denying it, the blue blur had arrived early. They should have predicted as much, he was always drawn to trouble.

"You know, I was getting bored waiting on Eggman. Good thing you bozos are here to give me a warm up; looks like you'll be good for that much," The familiar hedgehog smirked, kicking out a fire at his feet, "Gotta say though, there's something familiar about you two. Have I beaten you both down before?" As ever, he was running his mouth, "Can't have been too tough if I barely remember; maybe two on one will be a fair fight, sorry about number three there. What did you say his name was, Iblis? Didn't seem like all you hyped him up to be..."

They'd known Sonic was in the area but for him to already be here; Silver hadn't mentioned any intel suggesting that! He'd only had scarce sources to go off of, those had given the time off Eggman's attack rather than the blue blur's arrival. They'd assumed both had happened simultaneously, or even that the villain had drawn out the hero!

Oh, they had induced that second option.

With Sonic here now, what few civilians remained might stop fleeing. Blaze could tell Silver was panicking, again things weren't going to plan! Then again, when it came to putting on an act, improvisation was key. This wasn't a losing position; they gotten out of worse before!

He moved to lean over Silver, still jeering, "Come on, what's the matter? You two were talking a big game for a while there; are you all bark and no-

Seizing the opportunity, Blaze launched herself forward and unleashed a flaming kick. The blow made contact and sent Sonic hurtling from the rooftop; Blaze knew the hedgehog wouldn't be ready for someone to match his speed! Almost instantly panic was back on the wind, the sound of footfalls and terror had resumed!

"If we fight him the people will panic, even more than they have been. They're bound to leave," Blaze called over to her partner as he rose to his feet.

"I don't want to hurt him, but he has the chaos emeralds. If Eggman shows up, he can just go super," Silver confirmed, dusting himself off, "We can do this!"

Silver's last shout was accompanied by a thrust of his hand. The blue blur had just risen back from the road, spinning fast in a ball. Sonic was brought to a rather pathetic looking halt and bowled backwards, sent spiralling from the roof again.

"Let's get down there," Blaze instructed, rushing to the edge, "We can handle him, at least until Eggman gets here!"

Psychic aura surrounded the feline as she and her partner stepped from the rooftop, their descent was slowed through the use of his power. The feline began to scan their surroundings, now she could see more people poking out of hiding and beginning to shift. Unfortunately, Sonic wasn't willing to abide their safe landing.

He appeared in an instant, launching up before landing a single clean punch that knocked Silver spinning before hitting the castle wall and bouncing. Blaze brought arm up her arms to block, catching a headbutt with her palm but being launched from her partner's hold in the process!

As she hurtled towards the ground, Sonic's head basically in her hands, the cat was unwilling to use fire directly. Instead of her palms, Blaze exploded heat on the back of her hands and generated a burst of thrust. That force pushed the cat upright and smashed the hedgehog downwards; forcibly changing his trajectory to crash to the ground while swivelling herself upright.

The thick sole of her boots sent rocks flying as the princess ground to a stop, only to find the hedgehog already running at her again. Blaze matched his act, immediately launching herself forward; secure in the knowledge that, unlike on prior occasions, she had an ace in the hole. The stonework before Sonic wretched upwards beneath his feet, glowing cyan as it brought him to stumble. Fire exploded behind Blaze's elbow as, in the moment he was stunned, she took the opportunity to strike his cheek directly.

Again the hedgehog was sent spinning, but Blaze knew better than to give Sonic a second to react. She kept up the pace, easily matching his airborne speed as she brought her left arm back. This time, using the momentum of her movement rather than a burst of flame, Blaze grabbed the hedgehog by his leg and skidded to a swivelling halt. She released as she turned and he was thrown directly toward the castle. Straight toward Silver!

The psychic was already prepared, a maelstrom of floating rock churned between the time traveller and the speedster. Sonic attempted to dodge, rolling into a ball to shift his angle, but Silver had been prepared. The stones surged left and blocked the blue blur's path, his airborne movements were not the lightning fast act they would be on the ground! After the initial battering more stone folded in on itself and began to wildly spin; effectively imprisoning the hero in a grounded orb of floating debris. Almost immediately Sonic started to kick, spin and punch in an attempt to break free, but those efforts only led to him being battered. It would be wise of him to stand still, but Blaze doubted he ever would.

A sound twitched Blaze's ear, bringing the feline to spin on her heel. She found herself staring down three adult humans, clinging to rocks as if they were real weapons. Blaze ignited her right palm, turning it towards the trio. There was a time when she'd regretted others' fear of her flames; but now she had allies who saw them for their worth. With anonymity like this, she could now take advantage of that which she once loathed.

"See what we have done? None can stand before us!" The villainous pyrokinetic announced, willing her flames to burn brighter as she pointed to the trapped Sonic, "Know your place and flee."

All three humans immediately dropped their rocks and turned tail, running for the courtyard's exit with reckless abandon. As they left, Silver arrived at her side and brought his hands together. Another wave of psychic energy stretched out from him, passing over all in their surroundings.

"Things have really cleared out now," Silver announced as he closed the distance between them, "No one's hiding, they're all running."

"Hopefully they keep running," Blaze sighed, snuffing the light in her palm, "We've worked through two unforeseen issues, let's-

A familiar sparkle snapped Blaze's head to the right, revealing that Sonic was no longer striking Silver's barrier as anticipated. Instead of trying to break the stone walls, he had added seven gemstones to the cacophony of floating rock. Seven emeralds he wasn't meant to use yet!

After sewing so much of it, panic claimed the cat, "Silver!"

"On it!" The hedgehog stopped his searching efforts and wretched his hands towards his chest.

The rocks ensnaring Sonic froze for a moment before changed their direction, now hurtling towards the pair of them. Those stony masses smacked the Chaos Emeralds and Sonic out of orientation, sending them tumbling before crashing swiftly to the ground. He'd prevented that issue, but he'd also freed Sonic! Blaze, immediately bursting into flames, dashed towards the wreckage.

Back on his feet, the blue blur was racing among the litter and recollecting the chaos emeralds. They'd all flown in one direction, he was following a single path, but having to grab them meant slowing to scan and plan his movements. Blaze had only one target in mind!

"Get the gem!" Blaze shouted back to Silver as she again collided with Sonic.

She'd stepped over the green chaos emerald, reaching the speedy hero just in time! Burning open palms caught his shoulders and pushed him back. Sonic responded in kind, grabbing her biceps as he returned the force and more than matched her pace. The stalemate barely lasted for a moment.

"Think I'll copy your trick!" He shouted, for once allowing himself to slow as he slid to the right, "Thanks for the idea!"

Harnessing Blaze's own momentum, as well as her poorer grip on him, the cat was spun left of the hedgehog. He'd lifted as she was released and sent her careening; left to wait out her own momentum as she soared backwards. From the air, though things were moving oh so fast, time slowed to a crawl.

Silver was psychically tugging the emerald, he was racing towards it just as it was flying towards him. Sonic was in pursuit, moving so much faster than Silver or his power. The blue blur's fingertips were but inches away while Silver was over a metre.

The emerald vanished from view before, milliseconds later, it was clearer to Blaze than ever before! Silver had, in those last moments, scuttled the ancient relic down between Sonic's legs before lobbing it up and into the air! Blaze crashed to the ground, feeling the rocks dig into her shoulder, only to scramble and rebound onto her feet. With a simple jump she plucked the stone from the air; just in time to realise that Sonic had continued his dash for the distracted Silver and opted to knock him tumbling across the castle's patio.

Amber eyes locked with green from across the abandoned castle grounds, over a distance they could both close in a second. Even from here Blaze could see the cocky smirk imposed on his muzzle; despite their success, it was clear that he was unconcerned. Had the hedgehog put two and two together maybe? Blaze supposed they could come clean now and explain the-

Sonic launched towards her and, on reflex, Blaze matched the effort! Surrounded by the force of their respective speed and temperature, the two collided at near exact angles and bounced off of each other as blows were exchanged. A punch from him caught her injured shoulder then a kick from her found his knee. A burst of flame scorched his side only for him to rebut with a passing headbutt. Adrenaline was surging, the mere seconds they were fighting felt like hours at this pace, but Blaze had the advantage. She had Silver.

As his fist was set to collide with her face, set to smash the already surely chipped mask the princess was wearing, the hedgehog stumbled. The cat very almost dealt a chopping blow to the back of Sonic's head as she pushed past him; only halting when she realised what had happened. The psychic had risen from the rocks he'd tumbled into, a chunk from the left side of his helmet now completely missing. His telekinetic grasp had ensnared the hero's right leg; before he could react, Sonic was hoisted into the air. As she slowed to a stop at Silver's side, he had begun to spin Sonic in a pinwheel motion.

"You help out a guy so many times," Silver groaned, letting his emotions flood aloud, "If only he'd just listen."

"The sooner you let that go, the easier this will all be," The moment she said that, Sonic was released and sent hurtling into the open entryway of the ruined castle. Blaze's hand found her mask as she muffled a snort, "Silver..."

"Th-That wasn't intentional, I swear!" The hedgehog raised his hands, "You said let go and I just sort of... it was a reflex."

"You're so naive," She shook her head, glad he couldn't see her smirk, "Hurry and check our surroundings again. He'll be back soon."

As he sent out another thin wave of energy, Blaze drew out the chaos emerald. They were playing keep away with the fastest thing alive, this could only last-

A blue form emerged from the dark of the castle entryway, rolling back their right shoulder. He was too far away to tell if the smirk had left his face, but Sonic had crouched low and struck a runners pose. The moment she recognised it, the hedgehog was already dashing across the courtyard.

"There's no one else within a five hundred metre radius, we can go," Silver quickly spat.

"You want this back, foolish hedgehog!? Then go fetch!" Blaze shouted out, playing into her character one last time.

As she tossed the green emerald into the air, Silver immediately caught her intent. With a wave of his hand the gemstone was sent on a careening course, curving through the air far above Sonic's head. The blue hedgehog drifted, kicking up stone as he swerved around to chase the gem. Silver had sent it sailing deep and high into the castle interior.

"We should go," Blaze noticed Silver was panting as he spoke, "Just in case he still hasn't figured out that we are who we are."

"I don't think we have to worry about that," The cat conceded, "I think he really was just looking for a warm up. Powers like ours aren't exactly common. He probably realised after we stole the emerald, he didn't seem panicked at all. Us not running off with it or using it probably clued him in."

"He might have figured out what the pulses I sent out where after they didn't hurt him twice," Silver concurred, "It'd be good if he could take anything as seriously as he-

Silver's words were cut off by an arrival on the rooftop; a shockwave rang out as a giant metallic form crashed onto the castle roof. Seven draconic heads, each a different colour, reared up as if observing their surroundings. Two giant wings bet and a set of powerful legs stomped as stability was achieved. They'd cut things close; but they'd fulfilled their role.

A megaphone creaked before a familiar scientist's voice boomed loud, "Sonic! I know you're here somewhere! Why don't you make this easy, come out and hand over the Chaos Emeralds!"

Blaze sighted the blue blur emerging from the castle, turning to look up at the mythical robot, "Now let's go, we'll keep an eye on things from afar."

"Alright, grab on," Silver signalled holding out a hand.

It didn't take the two of them more than a minute to find a good spot; a hill overlooking the castle, positioned just right to grant a view of the roof where Eggman had landed. By that time, Sonic had already transformed and was thoroughly trouncing the hydra robot. With no civilians to save, he had no issue rending head after head from the machine. The battle would be won in a matter of minutes at worst.

"Ugh, I feel gross," Silver sounded from over her shoulder, finding his hands clasped at the chin of his helmet.

The black mass flipped free and tumbled to the ground with loud thunk. It was only now, with his helmet removed and in the aftermath of their efforts, that Blaze realised how hot Silver must have been within his costume. His muzzle was red and he was panting; sweat and the helmet had slicked back his shortened quills.

They'd clipped his quills, but Silver was all fluff. Blaze watched as he slouched, dragging his fingers through his rough cut quills in an attempt to spike the back up to no success. A grumble slipped his throat as he fanned himself with his hand, tugging the neckline of his jumpsuit.

It was only as he spoke that Blaze realised she was staring, "How are you feeling, he got you a couple of times, right? Your mask is..."

A flash of light sparked on the horizon, granting the feline an opportunity to look away. Blaze turned in time to see Sonic emerge from a hole in the machine's hull. The hydra exploded in a flash over multicoloured light; a capsule just launching itself from the metal mass before it was destroyed. The hero and villain were clearly having some sort of verbal confrontation now. Despite it all, things had gone as they'd hoped.

The cat rolled her shoulder as she pulled the mask from her face, "We've dealt with worse, I'll be fine."

As anticipated, fractures ran deep through the porcelain. If it wasn't for the thick mesh of fibres on its backside, intended to cushion the face of the wearer, the whole thing would have surely crumbled apart. Even as she was holding it, pieces were starting to fall free from the sticky backing. She tossed the mask without another thought and watched it shatter on the way down the hill.

"When we get back we'll check each other over, just to be safe," He said, sounding unconvinced, "This is so fiddly..."

Blaze looked back to him just in time to catch him struggling with the zipper at his neck. A bloom of psychic light flashed, immediately followed by the unmistakeable noise of tearing. The light immediately ceased and revealed a regretful frown on the hedgehog's muzzle.

"Damn it," The hedgehog pouted, "Guess we'll both need to to make new costumes for next time."

White chest fur was now visible through the hedgehog's tight suit, the material just left of the zipper down his front had burst to reveal the plume. The open chested look, coupled with his now shorn quills, really heightened the rougher look she'd identified before. The idea of Silver as some sort of dashing figure, a beacon of light wrapped in black, was bizarre and flustering to say the least. It was fortunate that he dropped to sit, awkwardly struggling to wipe the sweat from his leather-bound fingers, rather than doing anything else.

"I think, having been endured all of today's turmoil, we should probably return to our usual method. Arrive early and help out when we can," Blaze returned to conversation to distract from her bubbling thoughts, "Subterfuge is exhausting."

"It was rather stressful," He confessed, beginning to lose his redness, "Then again, saving the future always is. There's probably no single right way to go about it..." A smile quirked across his lips, "You were great though; you really got into character Blaze!"

"I overdid it," Blaze quickly snapped, turning away to face the chaos at the castle. Eggman was fleeing and the emearld's power had left Sonic.

"What? No, you were perfect!" She could hear his excitement, "I've never seen you act like that before; it was like you really were a villain. Everything from the way you were posing to your lines, it was just great!"

"I was posing?" Blaze felt her brow twitch.

"Well, yeah. Did you not notice?" He sounded so excited; with the battle won his true self was returning, "When you were looking down on everyone you were constantly throwing your hands around, flashing flames everywhere. Even when you were on the ground, fighting with Sonic, you kept moving in these amazing patterns and throwing out all sorts of flashy moves."

"I see," Blaze tried to keep her response muted, fighting to keep her lips from twitching into a smirk.

"Whenever you moved that cloak of yours would bat around and really made you look cool!" He naively shouted, "Whenever I'd hear you growl or throw a punch it'd make my heart race..." When he went quiet she looked to her, only to find his hand mixed amongst his quills; looking almost regretful, "I was trying to focus on the mission but you kept distracting me. Everything you did looked so flashy, I just couldn't look away. I kept having to shake myself out of it..."

Now he was going much too far; the cat's cheeks exploded red hot, she wished she hadn't ditched her mask.

"Let's go, before Sonic starts looking for us," She turned to him extending a hand, "You need another shower."

"Really? I feel much better now, this is such a nice spot," Their fingers grazed but only gently, "I think I just needed to get the air about-

Blaze drew the Sol Emerald from her cloak before he could get another word in, cloaking them in purple flame. When they arrived she'd still have to deal with him, she'd surely have to shove him into the shower while she cooled off on the castle balcony. The moment her feet left the ground though, as reality began to twist around them, a single thought returned to Blaze.

She wanted Silver to give her a haircut, one that would match his.

[softgrungeprophet]

I have no clue how long it will take to finish the fic this scene is from, so I am reblogging this drawing with the extended written scene in question below—

Partially inspired by but extrapolated and heavily modified from Kaine's death dream in Scarlet Spider #14 (though it is not a "fix-it").

In the nature of dream sequences, it is disjointed and surreal, and reflects Kaine's insecurities and fears.

Content warning for descriptions of: blood and injury, spiders, references to sexual abuse and rape (not depicted), disembodied verbal abuse, suicide imagery, and general issues of bodily autonomy and consent (or lack thereof):

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Kaine felt like he was dreaming. Or maybe yet another not-quite-right prophecy, a false vision.

Or maybe just flashbacks.

Uncle Ben sat in his comfy leather recliner and patted his knee. "Alright, Peter, c'mon. Tell me what's wrong."

Small again, a child with big glasses and hand-me-down clothing that didn't fit quite right.

Peter curled up in his uncle's lap, burrowing his face into warm, familiar scents and fabric.

"I did something wrong…"

I don't remember what it was.

Kissed someone… fearful blue eyes. No, that wasn't it.

"How many people have you killed?"

Kaine stuttered back. "I—"

He was twelve years old, in a too-large medical gown, and his hair brushed his ankles, wrapped around him like a blanket.

"Please, don't—"

Miles Warren—the closest thing Kaine had to a father—leaned forward on his wheeled stool with scissors in his hand and a stern but almost gentle expression on his face, glasses glinting in front of warm brown eyes.

"You murdered a woman."

Louise stared at him accusatorily and he was twenty-six years old and his hair hung to his knees, dry and clean for the first time in months from her hospitality, and he was dying.

"I'm sorry…" I couldn't stop it. You told me you loved me. I needed you. I was so… so angry.

I'm sorry…

I'm so sorry.

"You poisoned me!" Ben Reilly glared at him. "You kidnapped Janine! You of all people—"

Janine shrank away from Kaine. Silent, wide-eyed like a child. For a moment she was a child. "Don't touch me!"

"You ruined my life!" Peter loomed over Kaine and he had fallen to the floor at some point.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

He was twenty-seven years old, hair soaked in toxic blood. His birthday was on April Fool's Day. And he was dead.

It wasn't my fault I was brought into this world. I never asked to be born.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To die?"

The Jackal tilted his head, black leather, eyes gleaming behind glass behind gold-traced holes. Blue latex gloves, pulling tight.

Please…

"You know, you bring this upon yourself, Cain." Rose canes all thorns and dead heads. The Jackal stooped where Kaine lay and cupped his face in one hand. He smelled like blood and antiseptic soap. "It's your own fault."

If he was just more obedient, softer-voiced, if his hair didn't grow so fast, if his skin stayed whole, if he didn't make himself sick just by being alive, if he weren't so tall, if he could write without his penmanship resembling that of a child, all uneven and slow with tremors in his hands that only got worse the harder he tried to focus—

If he was all of that, Aracely would have died in August.

Warren pushed himself down on top of Kaine.

"No—!"

Everything went black-black-black, the barest hint of blue, the night sky. Dew drops glimmered like stars across the ultrafine threads that cut into his skin and the fluorescent fabric of his costume. Gleaming wires. It all shimmered barely visible, the moonlight catching at each string to make the spiderweb sing sub-audible poetry.

"Clone."

Kaine struggled.

The voice that greeted him was multi-faceted, but it hardened into stone as Spider-Man walked out from behind him, hanging by his feet from the ceiling.

"You want to know what I've been up to?" Peter dropped so he could face Kaine, his mask almost black in the shadows and the blue sections void. The white of his lenses seemed almost to float in the air like lights. "What went down with me while you were off flirting with the Tarantula in Colombia?"

He reached up—Kaine tugged at the webbing around his wrists, suffused with a sudden fear.

The mask came off, and Peter looked at him—eight glossy, round black eyes, chelicerae on his face iridescent in the pseudo-moonlight shadows, skull-countenance.

"No, that's not—"

Peter doubled over with a grunt through clenched jaw. Cried out, biting it back, and when he let his hands come away from his face all shaking he was just… Peter. Chest-heaving, ox-eyed, crooked-nosed Peter Parker.

A morbid rictus grin came over his face, blood on his teeth, and he said, "That's not mine, though."

In the manner of dreams, a waxy, wan spider which had not been there before now tiptoed across its web. Its body cast a shadow across Peter's face as he reached out, and when the moonlight fell upon him again he was one long slash of red, a sky-blue hoodie, and a perfect nose, all glowing faintly golden in the darkness.

Ben's bleached hair flopped into his eyes but he didn't seem to notice, caressing Kaine's cheek.

Kaine closed his eyes against the glow.

"What? You scared of your little brother?"

Fingertips brushed across his eyelids, and Kaine blinked his eyes open to find Ben barely a hairsbreadth away from him. Like looking into a mirror but the reflection was all wrong, just a taunt through Vaseline-smeared glass.

Jackal mask, dusk-blue hoodie, void. Only the gold glowed now, barely visible.

"You're not a real person. You know that right? Officer Layton having a fake birth certificate made for you doesn't make you legitimate."

"Shut up…" Kaine squeezed his eyes shut again. "Shut up."

"You're not a person… you're a weapon."

Kaine shook his head.

"You're not human…" (Spider.)

"I'm human—" He bit his lip, tasted metal. He knew his words were a lie.

"You're not even a man." (Other.)

You're a failed experiment, boy—No, no, you're not even that much. You're a dog. A whimpering little bitch, good for one thing and one thing only.

Kaine tore free from the spiderweb with a roar, shaking through his body, spikes jutting from his wrists.

He sliced through empty air. Ben was gone.

Just that spider, silent and half-translucent.

Kaine stood with his hair dripping and his clawed, spiked hands half-raised at his sides, naked and covered in blood from his throat to his knees, dripping down the insides of his thighs, tracing red to his ankles.

"Wow, is that it?"

"A—" Kaine drew in on himself, hiding behind his hair, or trying to. "Annabelle?"

She smirked. All wrong, on her face. Pitying, malicious.

"D-don't look at me…" Seeing all that he was and was not, miles of broken skin and disfigurement.

She hid a laugh behind her hand.

"I said don't look at me!"

Annabelle's expression turned to one of fear, eyes wide, fixed on… his face.

"M-monster!"

She fled.

"This is what you are, you know." The voice echoed around him, layered, but somewhere in there the voice of the man who had created him. "The Other lies within you, and it always has. It's an inextricable part of your DNA and all of your faulty wiring. Everything that's wrong with you, that's other. Your body, your brain, none of it is normal. Did you really think you could become one of them—a real person?"

The spider watched him with eight red pinpoint eyes.

"Peter rejected the Other. He ran to the Fantastic Four with his tail between his legs and begged for them to fix him. But it wasn't a part of him, originally. Not like you. Now it is. "

Kaine shook his head, dragging his hands through his hair and covering his ears as it spoke. Didn't make a difference though—the voice rang through his cells, not a real sound at all.

"He can keep rejecting it again and again… but it's in there now. Because you exist."

"Shut UP—!"

"Make me."

It stared at him, unblinking. Himself, now, a wavering reflection with eight glossy black eyes.

"Or join me. Embrace your Otherness. This is what we are."

"No…" Kaine hesitated at first, but then, stronger, said, "No, I won't. I won't—" He clenched his hands into fists. "I won't let you touch me!"

Glass shattered around his knuckles and his reflection disappeared with it.

So quiet, except for a little sound like tinkling bells. He stared down at all the shards at his feet, and reached up to brush his fingertips across the raised line of scar tissue on his throat.

"You really should just let it happen. You know it always ends up worse when you try to resist. I know you know this, because I know this."

Kaine whirled to face—

Same height. Less thin, less jutting ribcage. Tight t-shirt and arms bared, a tribal tattoo, a buzzcut, and Peter Parker's face. Unmarred. Beautiful, even. Not in a mirror this time.

"Right?" Not-Kaine's voice was smooth and deep, a little hoarse but not like the grinding in his counterpart's throat.

After a moment of staring, Kaine reached out, and the unscarred double facing him echoed the gesture. His skin was… warm.

"You're…"

"Me."

Kaine laced his fingers through those of his other self. This version of him made him feel frail in a way the eight-eyed mirror-image hadn't, and weak by comparison. The expression on his face was sad, though, just the same. Small notes of resemblance.

"…You… want me to give in?"

His doppelganger nodded, and whispered "Yes" like it hurt a little bit.

Kaine dug his nails into the back of Other-Kaine's hand and let out a snarl—

"No."

Neither let go of the other.

"Too bad."

That cut through Kaine like a knife, like a poisonous arrow.

"It'll happen anyway. You don't get a say. You never get a say." Pushing on him, squeezing his hand back so hard the bones creaked, increasingly irate. "You've never had a say, and you're never going to. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that you get to have free will, it's not true. Real people have free will… and you… aren't… real."

Kaine's face twisted—both of them—and the spike slammed into his solar plexus in a rush of pain.

He stood there, alone, with his own weapon jammed up underneath his ribs.

Did it count as a suicide if he was already dead? He hadn't meant for it to go in that way.

"Sálveme… Sálveme… Sálveme…"

That voice…

"I am going to die."

Kaine kept still, sound disembodied around him again.

"If you die, I die. Without you, I die. They rend me apart, like you."

Blood dripped from the wound in Kaine's torso.

"Do you want me to die?"

"…No." Kaine shook his head. He could feel everything crumbling.

"Do you want her to live?"

He closed his eyes, and after a long, drawn-out second, whispered, "…Yes."

Yes… I surrender. I give up. I don't have a say. My body is a weapon (tool, object, thing) and nothing else.

Behind him, the spider moved, drawing whispers from its web.

It touched him. The back of his neck, his shoulder blades, parting his hair out of the way. He didn't resist anymore.

tonal whiplash—a scene out of context.

Trying to draw 616 Scarlet Spider Kaine is so hard for me 😂 I think my problem was the cheekbones, which I tried to fix, so I think he turned out alright here. I'm just so used to drawing him smashed up. Obviously. Also. It's really hard to draw windowverse Kaine's nose in profile. I need to find some reference photos or something.

It's smeared off to the side lol (different WIP/sketch, making a scar reference lol—it actually came in handy for this pic a little bit)

Anyway, here are the lines without any colors—

beef

I did not necessarily originally intend to blanket everything in solid black, so there are lines that aren't visible lmao — but in the dream sequence thing this is part of there is a lot of pure darkness and voids of negative space so i was like, you know, i should probably invoke that here. I GUESS I could have colored 616 Kaine's pants dark gray or something but I decided to leave it all invisible so I could keep the palette simple and focus more on the... copious quantities of blood lol

tfw your hair is just soaked with blood. I was just about to say "in the nature of dreams, this isn't realistic, and his hair isn't actually soaked in blood irl" but then I thought about it for a sec and... no, it definitely is soaked all the way up to the back of his head because of the fact that he ends up lying in a pool of his own blood for like... at least fifteen minutes. if not longer. maybe thirty minutes?

it gets chopped to chin-length after this (when he gets ✨hospitalized✨ because he's ✨dying✨) on account of the blood being a radioactive biohazard and also a hazard in general (tripping hazard, tangling hazard, etc.)—the buzzcut in some other sketches I've posted is not until a week or two later and is something he does because of some complex emotions.

they go to a renfair like three weeks after this 😂

Anywho~

he is m— he is my poor little meow meow,,,

[sachifukyo]

🍓Felix and you owning a bakery🍓

( m a s t e r l i s t)

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🍓 Everything started after a long night of cuddles, kisses and giggles. Woke up inside a warm embrace, showered by the morning's sunlight. Both of you lazily making breakfast together, spreading flour, separating eggs, smelling strawberries and blueberries. Waiting patiently for the bread to be ready while enjoying the aroma with their heads resting on each other's bodies. He guided your hand to help you taking the giant muffin from the oven, not wanting you to get burned. He looked so passionate about it.

🍓 You were sitting together, feeding eachother as the lovebirds you are. He was giggly and all fluffy, enjoying the sweet you just made together. You were surprised of how good the taste was. Like. OMG. The best strawberry bread EVER.

🍓"Honey, I'm thinking something" you started, him now completely focused on you "You like baking, and I like money... So... What if we start a business?" He wasn't sure at first, he likes to bake for others, but not with a lucrative purpose, but he LOVED the intimacy of you both baking together, and a business was the perfect excuse to do it more often, so he agreed.

🍓 The business began with you making little muffins, cookies and brownies around your circle of friends. It grew and you bought a bicycle, so you now ride it to sell your sweet goods at the parks and neighborhoods.

🍓Then Chan asked you if you could make a cake for his sister's birthday, the cake was all a success, everyone asked for the responsable chef, and more clients arrived. You kept driving in parks, and repeating birthday cakes.

🍓 The next big step was to give your business a name, you called it like a combination of your names. The name was now painted on the boxes of the cakes with golden letters. There were tons of orders, Felix moved with you, so his old department can become the new kitchen of your business, you also started to hire some skilled bakers.

🍓Now here you are. Holding giant scissors together, dressing elegant, surrounded by your friends and family "I am so glad to announce that our bakery and coffee shop is officially open now!" Said Felix guiding you to cut the ribbon. Everyone cheered and enjoyed the opening discounts. After the first day managing the place, you both closed the place and looked at the empty place after a day of job. Since the business grew that much, the employees were doing almost all the cooking while you were doing the business part. It's been months since the last time you baked together, so once you arrived to your shared house, you baked together again, a cake for yourselves, to celebrate this victory.

🍓Now that the local is opened, you were finally able to bake the hole day, preparing coffee, making edible decorations, attending the costumers, delivering cakes. A life full of sweet smells and love.

🍓 It's been five years since you opened the first local. Now there are other seven. Felix and you are happily married, sometimes you bake together as the old times, and make new recipes for the bakery. It became something intimate again, but now it was something more meaningful, you build something big together from that, and now you can live happy, without worrying about nothing. Just your husband and you, tasting the dough together, sharing smiles and giggles... Baking together~♡

[librarian-computer]

No no no

I know what you mean

But I mean like

Horror

Like Clowns, jersters, ghosts, zombies, grim reaper, Jason, Micheal Myers, ghost face, sally, seven days, chucky, Edward scissor hands, etc..

No offense really

But costumes like characters that aren’t horror related like Vox for example. It’s just cosplay to me. Like convention, anime or animation cosplay

I NEED IDEAS NOW !!!

I need ideas on Halloween costumes to draw my persona(s) in

[danceworshipper]

Giulio Moretti - HPMA Character Profile

template by me // images created using the zepeto app

NOTE: I am a cisgender female. As such, I have been hesitant to make a trans oc and will not be going into much detail about Giulio's experiences specifically related to his gender. If anything in here feels iffy to anyone not cisgender, please let me know and I'll correct it

Personal

Full Name: Giulio Antonio Moretti

Gender: Male (trans)

Sexuality: Demisexual, polyamorous

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 11

Birthstone: Alexandrite

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Blood Status: Full Veela

- I'm mostly using these headcanons written by @carmilla-the-bird, though over time I might end up changing a couple details

- I'm not certain if full Veelas would even use wands/go to magic school but these ones do because I say so

- What I'm specifically adding is that since HPMA takes place later than the full HP series, there has been a new method developed to allow full veelas to better coexist with wizards. This comes in the form of a clear gemstone that can be inserted into any piece of jewelry, usually necklaces. While the stone is worn, the charm [or allure, as I call it] that all veelas have while glamored is dampened by up to 80%. Another effect is that when angered, the veela won't be able to lash out with their fire magic, unless they've trained their magic well enough that's it's less of an instinct and more of a conscious choice. Minors are legally required to wear it at all times, except in their own home with only their family around. Once an adult the veela can choose whether they want to wear it or not. The stone has a similar trace to underaged magic, so when a Veela who's a minor takes it off, the Ministry is alerted and their location will be tracked

3 Positive Traits:

- Empathetic

- Resourceful

- Playful

3 Negative Traits:

- Irritable

- Addictive

- Pessimistic

Usual First Impression: When meeting Giulio, most people see him as a spoiled and stuck up little boy. This isn't true. He's just very wary of strangers, so he doesn't tend to leave a good first impression. Once he's more comfortable around someone, his positive traits outshine the more negative ones

Location

Birthplace: A Veela-specific clinic in southern Italy. His mother travelled there for all of her children's births, and the midwife there is the woman who delivered her

Current Home: His family home in England, a medium sized house under a strict Fidelius charm, which his aunt is the Secret Keeper for. His bedroom is on the second floor, looking out over the fish pond in the backyard

Future Home(s): Fresh out of Hogwarts he'll share an apartment with Lori with heavily warded Floo access. Later homes TBD once his love interests are planned out

Favorite Place: The little house the family rents for a month every summer in southern Italy. The town is full of good culture, and better yet, good food. It feels peaceful, even when there's a loud festival going on

Disliked Place: The woods a mile down the road from his home. The woods are the last place Giulio saw his grandmother before she went missing, and now they feel like they're haunted. He refuses to go on walks there anymore

Appearance

Face Shape: Round, slightly pointy chin

Eye Color: Deep teal

Hair Color: Whitish blond

Hair Style: Self cut (horrifies his mother), slightly uneven, medium length. Not brushed every day, fluffy

Skin Tone: Pale

Freckles/Spots: A few beauty marks on his face, two near his right eye and one on the left side of his chin

Scars: None yet

Piercings/Tattoos: None

Height: 5'7" [fully grown]

Weight: ~ 135 lbs [fully grown]

Physique: Thin. Luckily for him, Giulio's family has always had rather "boyish" bodies - wide shoulders, not very curvy - but he's still got too much woman in him to be fully happy with his form

Clothing Style: Baggy tops, loose pants, nothing fancy. Giulio tries to attract as little attention as possible, because while he's glamored people stare at him a lot anyway, even with the dampener. He does like colored pants, but his tops are usually grey and black. His dampening necklace is the most eye catching thing he wears (as it was a gift from his missing grandmother) and he wishes he could take it off, but he legally can't

Carried Items:

- The last picture of him, his sisters, and his grandmother ever taken

- A lighter. He likes having the fire near him since he can't access his own fire magic

- His hair scissors, for whenever he feels like it needs to be trimmed

- A container of Silly Putty he got from a Muggle convenience store

- His water bottle

Magic

Wand: 10" Veela hair wand in Fir wood. A very pale colored wand that's a bit rough around the edges. The hair is from his younger sister Martina, who yanked the strand right out and handed it to the wandmaker after no wands appeared to choose a very defeated looking Giulio. The wand was made while Giulio watched, and he checked it many times throughout the process to make sure it felt like it would have him, which it did.

Animagus: As a veela, Giulio can transform into pretty much any bird shape. He has no need to go through the animagus process

Boggart Form: Him, fully matured, very womanly, and in a wedding gown just like the ones his older sister Alessia fawns over

Riddikulus Form: Him in a ridiculously exaggerated Bloody Baron costume

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Giulio would smell new pillows, the faint burning metal scent that clings to him, and the dry shampoo he uses

Amortentia (to them): He doesn't smell any sort of romantic interest yet. What he smells now are safe, comforting smells, like the cigars his mother and aunt smoke, the perfume all his sisters use, and the smell of his favorite restaurant in southern Italy

Patronus: Bird of Paradise

Happiest Memory: Receiving his wand once it was completed, and finally feeling the connection and power he'd heard so much about but thought he'd never have

Mirror of Erised: Some might consider it sad, but all he sees is him, happy, the way he wishes he was - including not looking at all like a Veela. Someday this will change

Family Spells: It's not really a spell, but the Morettis have a particular bird call that, when paired with the right charm, will alert every living family member to the caller's location, should one desperately need help. It's only to be used in emergencies. Giulio isn't sure he wants to know why his grandmother never used it

Inherent Magic: Veela stuff - storm sense, fire, bird transformations, allure, slight levitation abilities

Family

Grandmother: Francesca is not an ideal parental figure. She grew up in a time when full Veelas were treated with nearly the same suspicion and prejudice as werewolves, so she's very anti-human. However, she was still one of Giulio's best defenders and most treasured family members. She places a huge importance on family and is the one who came up with the idea of the special danger call. Francesca went missing when Giulio was seven, and there have been no clues as to what happened.

Mother: Valentina is a kind, gentle woman who cares for her family before anyone else. She and her sister were taught all their lives to be nothing more than a pretty face, and while Bianca rejected this, Valentina embraced it. Even now, with her own mother nowhere to be found, she has trouble remembering to be herself. She wears her necklace at all times, terrified to be without it

Father: Giulio never knew him. He's not sure he even has one

Aunt: Bianca is, in many ways, the exact opposite of her sister. Bianca embraces all of her less than proper instincts, and even walks around in public completely unglamored, acting as a good deterrent to anyone who might want to come say hi, innocent intentions or not. Gets angry very easily, and has caused public property damage more often than Valentina would appreciate

Sisters: Two older sisters, one younger. All Slytherins while in school

- Alessia, six years older, prefect. A headstrong young woman who takes advantage of her allure to get what she wants, and is skilled enough to fight off anyone who gets too "friendly". She likes to have a collection of boy toys she never lets get too close, but secretly only has eyes for the Hufflepuff prefect, Lina.

- Emilia, four years older, Quidditch captain. Hates her allure with a passion and refuses to even think about romance until she's out of school. Could kick anyone's ass, and will do so if she feels the need to. Very protective of Giulio, has gotten into at least eight shouting matches with those who misgender him

- Martina, one year younger. The baby of the family. A bit of a spoiled brat, and too young to fully understand exactly why her older siblings are all so wary of strangers, or letting her out of their sight. She dreams of being the Minister of Magic, and of being able to take her "stupid, ugly, and stupid" necklace off for good

Pets: The two family screech owls which trade off being at school/home, and an Abraxan Giulio found on Hogwarts grounds that likes him a lot

Family Values: The Morettis hold nothing higher than each other. The family's main priority is sticking together, and always doing whatever they can to help each other achieve whatever they wish. The family is also, as a whole, rather reclusive

Opinion of Family: Giulio loves his family. For all their faults, they hold true to their values and he couldn't imagine one of them ever betraying another. Even if they won't ever truly understand him, they've all tried and they do what they can, and it means more than he can say

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

Best Friend: Oleander Loris. Her anger issues, her weird pink eyes, and her tendency to drag him along to social outings are all things that Giulio comes to appreciate over time. He originally became curious about her on the train ride to school, when she stumbled looking at his older sisters but didn't notice him at all, and they spoke for the first time in Flying class. Lori is definitely a force to be reckoned with, and the fact that she's not affected by his allure in the slightest makes him feel really happy

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend He Didn't Expect: Cassandra. They aren't the best of friends, and maybe they can't be considered friends at all, but she doesn't hold the contempt she seems to hold for most others for him

Who He Wishes Was His Friend: Kestra Fernera. She's got fire powers, and she doesn't have to be chained down by the Ministry. He thinks she's super cool, and is very jealous of her and how popular she is, but he's far too nervous to try and talk to her

List of Casual Friends:

- Brian Haywood-Reese @catohphm

- others TBD, but likely the main cast of the game. Mc friends welcome, if any are interested!

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD

His Type: Pretty much anyone who's able to look past the allure that Giulio hates so much and also isn't afraid of him in his natural form, though most people haven't even seen it

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Not on the team, but plays casually

Clubs: TBD

Organizations: None

Favorite Class: Flying. Duh

Least Favorite Class: Potions. It gives him a headache surrounded by all the fumes

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood:

- Giulio realizes young that he hates the idea of being a girl, and insists that his mother change his name. His family thought it was a phase, but once they realized it wasn't, they became more serious and started to see what they could do to help him

- He's a sheltered child, learning early the importance of staying close to a trusted adult. He sees the horrors of what can happen to a Veela caught unaware at a young age when he almost loses his mother to someone who wanted to sell her, and never looks at strangers the same way again

- At five years old Giulio is given his dampener necklace. He refuses to wear it until his grandmother forcibly puts it on him. He decides it's not that bad, though it feels like it's choking him and he doesn't like the muted feeling in his hands that comes from the loss of his instinctual magic

- At seven years old, Giulio is on a walk with his grandmother in the woods when he hears a loud screech. She sends him back toward the house, saying she'll be right behind him. Hours pass, and she never follows. There's no evidence as to what that screech was, or what happened to his grandmother

- At eleven years old, Giulio spends a week traveling to different wandmakers around Europe trying to find a wand so he can go to school in the fall. For some reason, his magic is picky and not a single wand even comes close to working for him. When he's given up all hope, his little sister Martina asks if the wandmaker takes custom orders, and rips out her own hair to be used for Giulio's wand. It's the first time Giulio cries happy tears, hovering his hand over the uncompleted wand and feeling it call to him already

School Years: TBD once I'm able to play the game

Post Graduation: Giulio moves into an apartment with Lori soon after graduating. While she immediately starts work, Giulio takes time to find some higher education, and work on training his Veela magic now that he can take his necklace off whenever he wants

Career(s): TBD

Marriage and Children: TBD

Death: Giulio will be murdered by [redacted] in order to save [redacted]'s life, but he'll be very old (around 200) and will have outlived his lovers, so he doesn't see it as too much of a shame. He'll be buried in the family garden and have some lovely flower bushes planted over him

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- The Veela magic in Giulio recognizes him as a boy as soon as he does. When his allure kicks in, anyone attracted to men finds themself affected, while those strictly into women do not, even though male Veelas are practically unheard of

- His aunt Bianca paid a personal visit to Hogwarts before he was enrolled, ready to throw flames if he was going to be put into the female dorms. Luckily, she didn't need to worry, as once the situation was explained it was settled with a simple change in his paperwork

- Giulio hates being cooped up indoors for too long. Even in the coldest days of winter, he'll spend as much time as possible outside

- Starting in third year, Lori will figure out how to get the necklace off of him without alerting anyone [putting it on herself within a few seconds], and Giulio will occasionally spend a few hours free and in his natural form in the Forbidden Forest. Unbeknownst to him, wearing the necklace saps at Lori's magical core, and it takes her a day or so to regain her strength if she wears it for more than thirty minutes

- Giulio will likely have three partners in the future. He could never even imagine having one, so if his younger self was told he would have three he would probably have a difficult time believing it

- Cutting his hair so frequently doesn't affect his magic like his mother feared it would, though he does feel nauseous when he does it

- The dark teal eyes are something only he and his sisters have, which is how he knows they all have the same "father" or whatever they had. His mother, aunt, and grandmother all have the traditional black eyes. Not even Alessia ever saw any type of man around when her younger siblings were born, so there are no clues as to how the four of them exist

- As much as he hates the dampener, it does him a lot of good when he's younger. He gets angry easily and often feels very defensive, so without it he could have gotten into a lot of trouble

- Though he doesn't like his allure, Giulio will sometimes take advantage of it like Alessia does if he wants to get out of something. He won't fight it, he'll play nice, and let whoever he needs to back off get a little dazed

- He wanted to hide the fact that he was a Veela when he first came to Hogwarts, but with two older sisters and his allure he couldn't

[theonlygamergost]

Nature’s effect - Fd!Au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay ctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno started working at the local vivarium and finds out that nature can change and calm even the most hyperactive people, just like Tommy

I did a poll on the Fd!au server about who my next fic should be focused on and Techno/Tommy won, so here you have it!

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Warning! Swearing

Enjoy~

“I’m sure they’ll love the flowers! Thank you and have a nice day!” Camille waved the last customers off and started cleaning the counter of the rotten leaves and flowers that she had cut off the last order, Techno was kneeling in front of a shelf busy applying tags on products.

“Techno are you almost done with those?”

After saving some flowers from Wilbur’s room, Techno had taken a liking to tend plants and gardening in general, the local vivarium owner Camille had taught him many tips and tricks that made him a perfect employee for the job.

He was pretty hyped for his first day at work, well... it was more of a trial per se, it was a test to see how he would react to the human interactions and how fast he could get the hang of the profession, which went great in his opinion:

Camille was great at explaining how to take care of the plants and wrapping the pots for gifts, she was so elegant while she passed the ribbon around the wrapping paper Techno almost tripped by getting distracted while looking at her.

His job in the magic home of plants was pretty simple: water the plants that weren’t irrigated automatically, check for parasites, diseases, or rotten leaves, restock the expositive plants and help costumers for whatever they needed, and of course, if he didn’t know what to do, just call Camille or any other employee for help.

“You did great today Techno! The old couple you helped earlier seemed very satisfied!” Techno blushed at the compliment since he couldn’t handle them and ended up stuttering, “T-thank you…”

“There are still thirty minutes before we need to close… Are you free to stay a bit later? I can show you how the irrigators system works and where the shelves outside go when closing the shop” He froze as he took his phone out of his pocket.

There where multiple messages coming from none other than the gremlin, and the last three (out of probably twenty all saying “I am bored” and “Answer pig” ) where what caused the strong reaction:

Gremlin

YOu are working at the plant place, right?

Gremlin

Big P and Big W won’t be home till late

Gremlin

Im bored so im coming over

Oh no…

Oh no no no-

“Um... Camille? My brother is at home alone, can he wait for me here until I finish?” The kind girl did not hesitate for a moment, “Absolutely! Not many customers arrive this late so there will be no problem!” Techno released the breath he didn’t notice he was holding, texting angrily back at Tommy, cursing at him to wait until he answered before taking initiations.

Just after he learned how the irrigation system worked, a familiar red and white t-shirt popped into view, “If you want Techno, you can ask your brother to help you take care of the greenhouses, it’s an easy job and you said he was bored at home yes?” Techno nodded and thanked the owner of the vivarium, he walked up to Tommy, who as soon as he saw him, burst into a laugh.

“BWAHAHA!!! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TECHNO?!” The pink-haired boy looked down at his outfit, which consisted of his school uniform, a pair of green rubber boots, and a cute green apron with a daisy onto it. “What are you laughing at Tommy?” his younger brother was holding his stomach, wiping a tear off of his eyes, “The apron! It’s so- Pffffff-!” Techno sighed, shaking his head, “You are an absolute child… Phil wears an apron when he cooks too and so does Tubbo when he is in art class! How is it funny to you?! It’s a simple piece of clothing!!!” He turned around hoping Tommy would follow, there was no way he was giving him a pair of scissors so a watering can should busy him enough to avoid boredness.

“Hey! I’m not a child! I’m a big man Technoblade you should know” he puffed his chest to look high and mighty, “And how do you not find aprons funny big T?! They are like a little skirt… ok fine ignore me then” noticing how Techno wasn’t turning around nor paying him attention, he followed him to the greenhouses in silence looking at the number of plants and flowers that were littered everywhere.

As soon as Techno stopped he handed Tommy a watering can full of water that he almost dropped, “WHOA- what the hell man?! This is heavy!” Ignoring his brother's complaints, he adjusted his glasses and grabbed a pair of scissors, “Water the third and fifth row, don’t get the leaves wet, pour it directly on the soil and-” Techno turned to face him, “Don’t make a lake in the pot, stop watering as soon as you made a slow circle around the plant” As soon as he finished talking, he kneeled in front of the first plant of the first row, leaving Tommy with a heavy watering can and overcomplicated instructions.

“Don’t make a lake and don’t do this a-and don’t do that gne gne gne… Ugh what a pain in the ass” Tommy started to do as Techno instructed, but as time went on, something in him changed, going from a grunting face and not caring if he poured too much water, to a more relaxed expression, softly moving the leaves aside so water wouldn’t get on them.

Techno didn’t notice this change at first since he was too focused on removing dead flowers and leaves, but when he looked up to check if the gremlin was doing ok, he stopped himself from talking when he noticed that Tommy was crouched down, holding a ladybug in his hands.

Techno smiled at the sight of his brother becoming calmer when in contact with nature, he was so cute…

Quickly snapping a picture and sliding his phone back in his pocket he walked up to him, kneeling as well. “What’cha looking at?”

Tommy didn’t bother looking at his brother, his eyes were fixated on the small bug, “A Ladybug… it has five spots… Does that mean it’s five years old?” Techno softly chuckled, “No, that’s a common misconception Tommy, the spots are to warn predators that they don’t taste good, a self-defense mechanism” Tommy looked up at Techno and back to the ladybug, “But why five?” the older brother spotted another one of the small creatures, he waited for it to walk on his finger and held it close to Tommy’s one, “It represents which species it is, look- they both have five spots, meaning they come from the same category” Tommy added nothing, too absorbed into admiring the small bug pacing around the palm of his hand, instead, Techno placed his one back on the plant, snipping away a molded leaf, “Farmers believe that if they find a ladybug with less than seven spots means that they’ll have a good harvest, the contrary if it has more than seven, it’s only a folk legend though” Tommy decided to follow suit and moved his hand closer to the plan, allowing the small red and black insect to go back on the plant it came from.

“C’mon, your watering can’s empty, let’s go fill it up” The blonde boy smiled and nodded, grabbing the empty plastic container and following his older brother, looking at the variety of flowers and plants the greenhouse sheltered.

The rest of the time spent tending to the plants was calm and relaxing, nature really changed Tommy since he didn’t say once that he was bored or he never tried to start an argument, he looked at peace watering the small plants, kneeling to smell the flowers and making sure they weren’t diseased.

“Do you want to cut off the brown leaves? You look like you want to look at the plants a bit closer, I can water the rest” Tommy was surprised when Techno held in front of him the pair of scissors, he hesitated for a second, making sure that his brother was confident in his decision, but all he got from Techno was a soft smile.

Tommy remained in this unusual state all the way back home, let’s say that this moment of… “peace” was ruined when Wilbur came home and showed Tommy the picture Techno took of him behind his back.