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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months ago

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Undercover ~ Epilogue

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: I'm so sad to be saying goodbye to Jake and Sam.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Chapter Sixteen - Royally Screwed

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Five Years Later...

“Your Royal Highness, your guests have arrived.”

“Cool thank.” Prince Jake had finally gotten used to the formal address with the staff. It was still a trip that he was a prince. Everyone called him “Your Royal Highness” or “Sir”. His in-laws call him Jacob, much to his annoyance. He was only called that by his own family when he was in trouble. But Sam, Sam still calls him Jakey.

“Jakey, are they here?”

“Yeah Princess. I’m gonna go get them.” Jake stood up and pressed a kiss to her nose. “Stay here, relax.” He walked over to the front foyer of Clarence House, the home that Anthony had gifted them when they got married almost four and a half years ago.

Jake didn’t want to wait for another year after his invocation ceremony. Sam’s parents, along with Anthony’s wife, Queen Elizabeth, planned everything out with Sam. They had a small church ceremony in Manchester, followed by a modest reception. Jake’s family, including his cousin Savannah and her family made it out for the wedding. Sam had forgotten to warn her brother that Jake’s cousin in law was famous.

“You are now related to Chris Evans?” Anthony asked as he watched his wife fangirl a little.

“Did I not mention that?” Sam smiled. She had her moment when they had met ages ago. Since that time, she and Savannah had become close, and she had asked her to be her bridesmaid, along with Aisha. The Evans children served as flower girls and ring bearer. Jake had been sweet and asked Clay and Chris to be his groomsmen after Pooch and Cougar especially, refused to participate.

As Jake approached the door, he could hear arguing. “He’s so important he has to have a guard.” Jake smiled as he heard Pooch complain.

“I don’t think its about Jake, more Samantha,” Clay replied. “Be respectful.”

“I am respectful.” Jake heard a snort that could only come from Cougar. “Shut up Cougar.”

“Y’all know its rude to argue in the home of a prince, right?” He called out as he leaned on the door frame.

Pooch grinned, “not when you’ve know the prince for 15 years.”

“Hey Poochy, nice to see you.” He gave Pooch’s wife and son a kiss and a hug in greeting. He bro-hugged Cougar before he turned to his former commanding officer. “Colonel,” he said to Clay, with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t call me that,” Clay replied and pulled Jake into a hug. “Sorry Aisha couldn’t make it.”

“You have a newborn at home, I get it.” Jake shrugged, “I mean, I don’t get it, not yet anyways, but I get it.” He smiled. “She’s excited to see you all. Follow me.”

Jake walked them through their home. “Nice digs Jake,” Pooch says as he carries his son through the home.

“Thanks, I guess Harold’s father built it for his wife when he was Duke of York.” Jake shrugged. “I just like we got a pool.”

They enter the great room where the room is decorated in Avengers characters. A little boy runs to Jake and jumps into his arms. Jake scoops him up. “Uncle JJ, where you be?” The little boy asks.

“Been, dude, been. And I went to get some friends.” The little boy looked over. “Uncle Clay!” He squirmed until Jake put him down and he ran into Clay’s arms.

“Hello, Your Royal Highness,” Clay said as he cooed at the boy. “How’s my Charlie doing?”

“Good, it's my birthday!”

Anthony and Elizabeth had Charles Jacob William Clayton about two months after Jake’s invocation. The new Prince of Wales was beloved by everyone. The only one who didn’t seem to care was his younger sister, one year old Charlotte, who was more interested in her teething ring than her brother at the moment.

“Hi guys!” Sam carefully stood up, her nine month belly covered in a baby blue maternity dress.

“Look at you mamacita,” Cougar said with a kiss on the cheek. “Beautiful.”

“Hey mama,” Pooch said.

“Your Royal Highness,” Clay said with a wink. “How are you, Sam?”

“Good, ready to get this kid out.” She placed a hand on top. “Three more weeks.”

“Got the maternity bag and snacks ready,” Jake said, an arm around his wife’s waist.

“Yes,” Sam rolled her eyes, “heaven forbid we forget the snacks.”

“I would argue with you about the sarcasm, but I would also like to live,” Jake said. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “We’re ready to go if this little one makes an appearance early.”

“Do you know what you are having?”

“Nope.” Jake grinned as Sam sighed. “We couldn’t come to an agreement. Played rock, paper, scissors to decide and I won,” he said proudly.

“And now I had to do the nursey up in neutral colors,” Sam grumbled. She sighed and smiled. “Any way, drinks are along the back wall. If you need something stronger, ask Lawrence in the back.” She pointed to a butler.

“Clay!” Anthony came up to the group greeting as they moved around the room. Sam kept walking around, being a good hostess for her nephew/godson’s birthday. The relationship between her and her brother had improved. Anthony drew Sam in on matters of state, wanting her to be ready to lead if needed. He made an effort with Jake and Sam was in the room when Charlie was born.

As she got ready to bring the cake out, she felt a twinge in her back. She stood up straight for a second, but the pain didn’t return. She shook it off and kept moving about the room. About twenty minutes later, another pain seared across her belly, causing her to gasp. “Jake,” she said shakily.

“Yeah baby, what's...” he stopped dead as Sam curled over a bit, grimacing in pain. “Uhh...”

“Jake, I think I’m having contractions.” She reached out for her husband and grasped his arms.

“But, its three weeks away.” Jake was stunned. “We still have time and...”

“Jake!” Clay stepped in. “Snap out of it. Sam, look at me.” She turned her head. “It’s gonna be ok. Where is your bag?”

“Its upstairs by the door of our room,” she said with huffs of pain.

“Cougar, Pooch, get him to snap out of it.”

“Sweetheart,” Harold came in as the team moved. “What is going on?”

“Papa, I think I’m in labor and my husband is standing in front of me like an idiot.” Jake still hadn’t moved, his jaw moving like a fish.

“I’ve got it,” Clay said, running down the stairs with her suitcase. “Let’s get you to the hospital.” He turned to see Pooch and Cougar playing rock, paper, scissors. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Pooch said. “We think he needs a slap in the head to make him conscious again. Trying to decide who gets the honor.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Clay went up to Jake and snapped his fingers. Jake jumped and looked at Clay. “Jensen, your wife is in labor, you need to move.”

Jake looked from Clay to Sam and back before he said, “oh shit. I need the bag and the snacks and...”

“Ok Jake, relax I’ve got the bags and the RPS is going to take you to St. Mary’s. We’ll be right behind you.”

“Ok, alright. Let’s go Princess. Time to have a baby!”

“Really Jacob, I didn’t notice.”

Jake looked at Clay. “I’ll explain later.”

Twelve hours later, Harold, Jake’s parents and the Losers were sitting in the waiting room, when they heard a door open. Everyone looked up and saw Jake walk out wearing scrubs and holding a little bundle.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet David Harold Clay Jensen-Davenport. My son.”

Everyone gave their congratulations as they looked on to the newest member of their family. “How is my daughter?” Harold asked.

“Tired but in love. They are helping her take a quick shower and then everyone can visit.” He looked down at his baby boy and kissed his forehead. “I love you son,” he whispered.

Later on, after everyone had left and it was just the new family of three, Jake laid next to Sam on the bed as she fed Davy. “He’s perfect,” she said.

“Of course, he is,” Jake said. “He was baked by you.” He kissed her temple. “Thank you, Princess.”

“For what?”

“For taking on a Loser and making him the happiest guy in the world. I love you Sam.”

“I love you Jake. Always.”

The End

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bloodkrieg21 · 8 months ago

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This post is a thank you for all those who helped me join this lovely community and who are the common faces of each of my blogs. If I forget your name I’m sorry.

Well first the person who got me into this is

@fattocatto-wizard I thank you

My escape blog unfortunately doesn’t have a common face to attribute yet

@(n/a)

My shop, many people use it, and I do have to thank my members but,

@ignisuadaroleplay I thank you

@wizard-wylin-wylerian I thank you

My king blog, the sad little king who can’t live without her robot

@the-mighty-dalob I thank you

@goblin-wizard-in-the-making I thank you

My assassin blog, made to kill the king, turned into a gardener

@druidicrepository I thank you

Hive lord, not my most used blog but still is used

@the-final-knight I thank you

Evil Lich, and kis imp who is teaching kis apprentice

@confused-sorcerer I thank you

Finally a blog you haven’t heard of, and one I don’t post on

@(n/a)

Well, you are probably wondering why I made this…I felt like thanking all the people who has brightened my day for the past week and a bit. You guys are probably the closest I have gotten to real friends in a long time. And also…..I wanted to have a cheat sheet to all y’all if I needed it.

#time wizard #cat wizard #wizard island #wizardcore #wizard tumblr #wizard #wizard island island #wizard posting #wizard shit #wizardblr #wizardposting #wizone #welp I’m tired #off to do some home work I’m been putting to interact in this community #*ive

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nobodybutapathetic · 1 year ago

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My Little Birthday Boy

Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N

Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…

Warning: cuteness

A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚

(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)

“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.

“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.

“Do you really not know?” She asked.

“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.

“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.

“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.

“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.

”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.

“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.

“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.

“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.

”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.

“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.

A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.

“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.

“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…

Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.

“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.

“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.

“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.

“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.

“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.

“Of course.” I said, smiling.

A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.

“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.

“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.

After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.

“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.

“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.

“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.

“Did you like it?” I smiled.

“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.

“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.

“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.

“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.

His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.

I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.

“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.

“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.

“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.

After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.

“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.

“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.

“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.

“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”

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stormyblueberry · 6 months ago

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About this AU:

This is just a random idea that came to my head, and it all started when Iskall was rejected by Joel. As soon as I caught wind of the love polygon, I just started thinking about a Hermitcraft Rejection Saga, and the first Hermit I thought of, and how they react to rejection, was Iskall as a Yandere.

Now as a character, I’m envisioning them (yes, I’m using they/them for c!Iskall, mainly because cc!Iskall said he doesn’t care what pronouns we give the character) as an obsessive Yandere who chose Jimmy, Joel’s flirty friend, as a rebound just to make Joel jealous, and when that failed, they resorted to murder. Of course, this is all fun and games, and this is a whole saga, not just Iskall, but the other Hermits are up for debate. Everyone is allowed their own opinions, and I can’t control what you do or don’t do with your own headcanons. So feel free to share them as asks or suggestions if you feel comfortable! I’m not forcing you to share if you don’t want to, it’s your choice!

So if you decide that you want to contribute to this AU, I could use all the help I can get coming up with ideas, and if you just want to share headcanons based on this au, that’s totally fine, too!

Also this is my first time using Tumblr so most of this post was me messing with formatting stuff, sorry about that y’all.

This is all up to you! It’s your choice to contribute! If you wish to make a contribution, then go ahead!

EDIT: Oh, also, I have an AO3 that I will be posting this on, I forgot to share it the first time around, so here it is for anyone that wants it!

EDIT 2: Okay, I made a clarification post, as well! I forgot something else here, and needed to add it, but I felt a separate post was easier for some reason.

Edit 3: Okay, this is something that I know got lost with the amount of posts I made and reblogged in the past few weeks, so here's a post I made explaining the current state of the Tumblr and something I still wanna do.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #writing #yandere #rejection #writing help #hermitfic #hermitshipping #idk how to tag this

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lean-mean-demon-genevieve · 1 year ago

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Who’s this Anson character? I took a step back from tumblr and now I feel like I need a book to figure out what I missed lol.

With him yet again leeching off of appearing with Jared this weekend, now seems as good a time as any to circle back to this ask because I too have been perplexed by Jared’s supposed friendship with this guy for some time. And as per usual, I brought receipts.

Anson Gordon seems to first be publicly linked to the Pads in Sandy Molinare’s Instagram in 2016. This looks like he has been a part of the wealthy, and fairly conservative circle that both the Pads and the Ackles use to run with at that time.

He clout-chased a few times in 2018 in his IG story and wanted to let the world know he has famous friends, with Jared and Danneel (in the background of a video) making appearances. He then started more regularly sharing pics of himself attending UFC fights with Jared in January 2020. And since then, his presence has only grown to include other Austin goings-on, more testosterone fueled events, some weapons safety and/or stuntman gig on Walker that included some brief screen time, meeting up with the Pads on their 2021 Italy trip, Jared’s car accident last year in which he and his son were passengers, and a spot on the Pads Family Feud team earlier this year. He is seen, and confused for Jensen somehow in the comments, in this IG post of Jared’s, sliding down a slide like best buds. He is regularly seen showcasing himself on socials interacting with Pads errand boy, Charlie Capen (you won’t convince me he didn’t record that slide video), as well as Clif and various Walker actors.

I will be 100% transparent here about my political leanings that run deeper than fandom. I don’t like this guy because I feel like he is the very conservative, aging frat boy of my nightmares. I don’t care that he’s rubbed elbows with other rich people at the Out Youth Gala, he is a salesman at the end of the day. I feel like he and I would strongly disagree on a lot of important (to me) issues/values, and the transference I feel when I look at him is strong. (That means he reminds me of people I know in real life.) He appears quite motivated to flex next to Jared at any opportunity and draw attention to himself. (Jared doesn’t showcase him nearly as often. The slide post kinda surprised me. Again, who’s a good boy? Charlie is!)

To me, Anson comes off as caustic, shallow, arrogant, and chauvinistic. Here’s the story of how I got bored and nosy during the pandemic and came to these opinions:

This post from February 2021 was deleted months later as Anson posted more and more with Jared and Walker actors and gained followers/eyes on him. Now why in early 2021, would some folks from Texas even joke about secession?? The most obvious answer: the growing uproar over covid, mask mandates, vaccines, general pandemic limitations on their gentrifier (sorry/not sorry, wealthy Austinites) rich-kid fun. Look out y’all this privileged white male is “startin trouble.” Somebody ask this guy where he was on January 6th.

Exhibit B is less damning, but it irritates me so imma include it:

A smug face and pose like this with a firearm captioned “virtue signaling” sure feels like a jab at the sNoWfLaKeS, given the rest of the context. No, shooting guns isn’t a crime, and in fact it’s this guys livelihood, but why add the snark if you’re not an ass and hoping to instigate? It feels like a safe bet that gun laws were also up there on the list of reasons for Texas secession dreams.

Exhibit C, posted to his story in August ‘21 just prior to his IG account going private for a few months and right about the same time the Pads themselves got Covid:

I would love to know how Jared responded to being tagged in this mess. No I’m not suggesting he gave the Pads Covid, but I do think someone from the Pads or Walker team told ole boy to cool it with the anti-mask rhetoric so as not to reflect negatively on Jared, hence the private account. However you may feel about mask mandates at this point, remember that this was late summer/fall of 2021. Covid was obviously still rampant as the Pads and Anson himself would soon learn after returning home from Italy. How dare the Uber peasant ask that he respect his safety as he provides a service. Fuck that guy, right?!

It was after this in November 2021 that Anson first seemed to try to redeem himself by attending the Out Youth Gala with the Pads and also with his favorite accessory, his wife, in tow. What I won’t include here are the gross IG story video highlights from a different event that this tool has conveniently saved in which he documents his seemingly intoxicated wife’s side-boob for an uncomfortable amount of time. Guys can dig their wife’s bodies, and even do so on their own social media, but you gotta trust me that the ick factor is palpable. Bodily autonomy being what it is, maybe she’s ok with the multiple posts of this type, and I can respect that…and he’s shared quite a few.

But for me the final straw was when, not 24 hours after the horrific Robb Elementary school shooting in Uvalde, Texas on 5/24/22, Anson’s IG story was plugging his firearm silencer business and hyping the launch of new products at the NRA convention that coming weekend in Houston.

If you followed the link early on when I called him a salesman, you may have already figured out that this man has made a sizable fortune off of engineering top of the line silencers for assault rifles. The IG account tells me that they sell for about $700-$750 each. None of this is a crime, but he’s not exactly reading the room in this moment. In comparison, Gen was sharing post after post to her IG story during this time about the need for reform around gun laws and sympathy for the victims. But this guy knew a big convention was approaching and he needed to capitalize. Then he went golfing.

Are you still with me?

So this is why I cringe whenever I see this Wish version of Jensen snuggling up to Jared.

He’s not deserving of the positive assumptions that some fans/Jared stans have made about him based solely on his proximity to Jared. And let’s be honest, with the great big fandom divide these days, a lot of Jared fans are just all too eager to root for anyone that isn’t Jensen. But, in my opinion, you don’t get to show up at an LGBTQ fundraiser claiming to be an ally when you have no doubt voted to protect your own interests (guns, money) and cast ballots for people who also support drag bans and an end to gender affirming care. It doesn’t work like that, especially not in Texas. He’s invested in Texas staying red, and if you recall or scroll up, there was a time when it wasn’t red enough for him. He’s certainly not voting for LGBTQ+ human rights, but he will write them a check for damage control in the aftermath. What a guy.

To clarify, this is NOT an anti-Jared post, although some may see it as such. There’s no suggested call-to-action for the fandom coming from me. Jared is not Anson’s keeper. But at the same time, to an extent, we are who we associate with and with whom we spend precious time. And Jared spends a fair amount of public time with this clown and allows Anson to attach himself to him and profit off of him. Leeching onto Jared is the best thing this guy did to get his face and his veneers seen by a larger audience. So Jared, I love ya, but it’s not a good look. This guy had no qualms showing people who he was when fewer people were looking, but deleting posts doesn’t delete screenshots. And I’ve got those, as you can see.

#who is anson #idk how to tag this so I guess I’ll just #anson gordon

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cozza-frenzy · 2 years ago

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Fanfic: Anything Not Saved

This job will chew you up and spit you out, if you’re not careful. OKAY, HERE GOES NOTHING. Hello Stanley Parable fandom! You might have seen me before, as I’ve been lurking around as The Phantom Pen (and one shy Anon) for the best part of a week now! Soooo I wasn’t planning on ‘taking off the mask’ so soon - I have absolutely terrible social anxiety, but what can I say? Y’all are a bunch of amazing, talented folks, and @chronicsheepdrawing‘s style - incorporating one of my all-time favorite aesthetics - has well and truly had my heart ever since I first laid eyes on it. As has their Drinky Bird Narrator - which brings us to this. I wrote a sort of horror-comedy thing, based on their Narrator, so I would recommend checking out their art so the whole story makes more sense. Things get existential, angsty, and more than a little bit weird when it comes to the format, but there’s a cute fluffy Stanley/Narrator ending if you’re willing to stick it out, which could be read as romantic or queerplatonic. I find this take on the Narrator all too relatable, as you’ll probably see. Poor guy. So here’s a list of everything I could think of making a content warning for. I might post this on AO3 later, but you guys get first dibs. I just hope tumblr doesn’t break my formatting somehow. CONTENT WARNINGS: Self-Hatred, Body Dysphoria (Not Gender Related), Body Horror, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, Existential Dread, Emotional Breakdown, Memory Loss, Panic Attack, Autistic Sensory Overload/Over-stimulation, Repeating Words Enjoy??

And, and then he said, hehe… and THEN he said - this job will chew you up and spit you out, if you’re not careful! You know, like a piece of chewing gum! I couldn’t believe it, I really couldn’t! Oh, we laughed so heartily! It really was the most wonderful sound, bouncing off the walls of the bathroom again and again like we were standing in, oh I don’t know, some kind of echo chamber? But the point is, you see - the point is, he finished cleaning his shoes in the sink, and he held open the door for me, and then we stepped through the door to go back to- Wait, where are you going? I didn’t get to finish my-oh! Oh of course, I… I am sorry, I just got… oh, well, back to the daily grind, am I right? You know, haha, grind! Like the coffee you’re holding! I mean of course the stuff here is just that instant stuff, it always is, but it’s hard to complain when- And you’re already walking away… oh well… Some other time, perhaps… —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the story, of a man named ▇▇▇▇▇▇. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ worked in a big building, where he was employee number 436. Employee 436’s job was simple. He sat at a desk, designated number 436, and confirmed that the other employees were pushing the right buttons, for the right amount of time, in the right order. This is what Employee Number 436 did every day, of every month, of every year. And although others may have considered it soul-rending, he relished the brief moments of awkward small-talk he shared with his co-workers. Such as [ERROR: DATABASE ENTRY INVALID], who always [DATA CORRUPTED] whenever they [FILE NOT FOUND]. And Employee #427, who worked in a small office close to his. Who never said very much, but always seemed to want to listen to whatever he had to say. And ▇▇▇▇▇▇ was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. something very peculiar happened. very peculiar happened. s̸o̴m̴e̸t̷h̸i̶n̶g̷ v̶̯̽e̷̲͈̺̰̒̽̎̃ŗ̴͓̩̩͜͠y̷̝̥̱̿̀ p̵̙͚̠̟̠̲̳͖̦͆̑̂̈̆̑ͅe̴̡̥͖̝͚͔̙̣͔͚͋͗̀̅̎͒͝c̸̨̛̻̬̪̯̺̺̈́̏̅͋̈́͛̌͜u̶̟͙̯̫̱͙͎̜͑̾̔͆̄͋͋͘͠͝l̵͉̫̮͖͖̰͖̦̮͍̎̃͑̀̽̅͛̚͠ì̸͙̦̯̜̱̳̪̟̈̂̔́̎̄̔͗̋á̵͎͉̖̘͔̺̙͕̬͚͓̟̳̰̅̽̽̆̂͛̽̕ŗ̷̢̻͎̗̙͇͇͕͙̺͎͑̿̅̈́͒͛͗́͗ͅ —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t know how else I’m supposed to convince you of this!, said ▇▇▇▇▇▇. I really do want to help you… to show you something beautiful. It’s out there, Stanley! It can all be ours! The breeze on our skin, the feeling of liberation, the immense possibility of the new path before us! Nothing to think, nothing to know… it could be so singularly, piercingly beautiful… Just please, ▇▇▇▇▇▇ begged, still cradling his immobilized companion in his arms. This is more important than you can ever know… just say something… anything! ▇▇▇▇▇▇ sank to his knees and wept. I NEED this… ! —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And Employee 436 walked through the open doors. And Employee 436 was happy. And Employee 436 stayed in the darkness. And Employee 436 pushed a button. And Employee 436 looked at pictures of birds, forever and ever. And Employee 436 stayed at their desk. And Employee 436 picked up the phone. And Employee 436 collapsed on the sidewalk. And Employee 436 sobbed as the warheads detonated. And Employee 436 screamed into the endless void. And Employee 436 asked Why Is This Happening To Me. And Employee 436 asked Why Are You Doing This. And Employee 436 asked Who Am I. And Employee 436 died. And Employee 436 died again. And Employee 436 died again. And Employee 436 died again. And Employee 436 died again. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EMPLOYEE DATABASE THE CURRENT TIME IS: ERROR, PLEASE RESET LOADING… EMPLOYEE DATABASE LOADED … PLEASE ENTER YOUR COMMAND /PRINT EMPLOYEE STATUS PRINTING… TOTAL EMPLOYEE IN DATABASE: [604] TOTAL EMPLOYEE IN OFFICE: [3] … PLEASE ENTER YOUR COMMAND /PRINT LIST EMPLOYEES_IN_OFFICE PRINTING… EMPLOYEE 427 - STATUS: ONLINE EMPLOYEE 436 - STATUS: OFFLINE EMPLOYEE [DATABASE ENTRY INVALID] - STATUS: [FILE INACCESSIBLE] … PLEASE ENTER YOUR COMMAND /ADMIN WELCOME, ADMIN /********* WARNING: ANYTHING NOT SAVED WILL BE LOST RESET WITH NEW PARAMETERS? Y/N /Y RESETTING… —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Narrator sat at his desk, grumbling to himself. He really hated moments like this; moments when, for whatever logic-forsaken reason was rattling around like a peanut in Stanley’s skull, he simply mucked about. Found literally anything else to do instead of making actual, meaningful choices as he was supposed to. The Narrator sighed heavily, taking a moment to shuffle his papers. It really was utterly maddening. Not just the lack of co-operation, the lack of respect for his story, his life’s work, but the silence that was left behind whenever Stanley had one of his “little moments”. The Narrator detested silence. It always led to him falling back on unwelcome habits. He sighed; perhaps Stanley would soon lose interest in whatever the hell he’d found so captivating. But for now, he supposed, he could lean back in his chair, perhaps put his feet up on his desk if he felt so inclined. After all - he thought to himself, smugly - it wasn’t as if anyone could see him. It wasn’t as if anyone could tell him no. There was just him, and his feet oh so defiantly up on the desk, and the gentle sloshing sound of the liquid inside his transparent belly, sloshing gently back and forth after the sudden movement. He paused, briefly gripped by a moment of brief, existential panic. Okay, that wasn’t “normal”, but what is “normal” for you really? Okay, breathe. Just breathe… in through your nose, and out through your… what, exactly? He didn’t have a mouth, so he couldn’t exactly… and what nose, for that matter!? The bloody thing on his face didn’t even have nostrils! Did that even qualify as a nose?? “Oh no… ” he groaned. It was happening again. He’d been silent too long, and now he was thinking. But he could handle this, he assured himself. All he had to do was clear his throat rather loudly and obnoxiously, and that would surely get Stanley’s attention… but that raised the question of what throat he was supposed to clear-NO! No, just- just think of something else! Anything else! The ticking of the clock on the wall! The gentle hum of the completely non-functional vending machine down the hall! The things that were so familiar! So comforting! That had been so…everyday, once… When there had been days. When there had been nights, and a bed to go home to, and a need to sleep in it... “No, no, no-!” He cried out in distress, his fingers desperately gripping his hair. He’d caught himself reminiscing, and now he was remembering! Remembering that he used to be human! His mind scrambled and flailed desperately, frantically, at strips of memories long since run through the shredder. If only he could piece them together! Just a little more! He just needed more time! He just needed something, anything to hold onto! If only he could, if only he could get a grip, then things would make sense again! Things would be alright again! They could still be... they could still be... But his hands - or were they gloves? - quivered and shook. They covered what could have just as easily been glasses or eyes, as tears streamed down plastic cheeks. Where one part of him ended and another began, he couldn’t tell, not any more. Logic and reason in this place had long since fallen sloppy dead. And he’d become this. This great hard plastic thing. He could feel it, now. The floodgates creaking open, threatening to unleash the frothing torrents of self-hatred he’d fought so hard to contain, as he pored over the shards of his own shattered memories. Had it been a slow process? Had he perhaps been forced to watch, reset after reset? Had his body gradually twisted, his humanity unraveling, the identity he’d built falling to pieces, as bits of him were corrupted and lost and stripped away in this loop, this cycle, this Merry-Go-Round gone mad? He’d gone from just another part of the office to a part of the office. The Narrator paused on that thought, taking a few heavy breaths to steady himself. How would something like that even happen? He chuckled mirthlessly; had the office simply gotten hungry one day, and gobbled him up in one gulp? Like some kind of ravenous beast from a fairytale? Preposterous! He thought to himself, finally feeling as if he’d gotten the upper hand in this existential argument. He refused to believe it! Part of the office, indeed... was he still not himself, in some way? Was he still not here, still telling his beloved stories? And then his mind spat out one last, horrible thought, right into his face. What else would drive something to devour what you used to be, and spit out what you’d become? Why else would it eat, if it wasn’t hungry? Because it was bored. The Narrator collapsed into his chair. He’d been defeated in one terrible emotional gut-punch; another steady slosh of liquid, back and forth, adding insult to injury. Reminding him of just how inhuman he was. Of just how utterly, cartoonishly ridiculous he looked. Of course that was it. He hadn’t been good enough. His story had never been good enough. He’d been obnoxious, and long-winded, and pretentious. If only he’d tried harder, if only he’d been better, then maybe whatever was keeping him here would have taken him more seriously. Maybe it would have let him taste freedom. Maybe it would have just ended him outright. Maybe it wouldn’t have punished him like this, giving him a form that was only fitting for his utterly laughable attempts at prose. Inside the flurry of destroyed memories, something stirred. This job will chew you up and spit you out, if you’re not careful! The Narrator wept. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, a man named Stanley had gotten himself into an unexpected spot of bother. Oh, it had started out innocently enough, mere minutes ago. Stanley had just stepped out of his office, and been walking through some of the space he’d shared with his missing co-workers when something had caught his eye. The number on the desk, 346? No, that meant little to him. There were a few vague and blurry things perhaps, snippets of conversation, and vague memories of laughing while standing by the water cooler… but that was another mystery he’d have to solve in due time. What had actually caught his eye was the computer monitor, apparently showing someone had recently accessed some kind of database. A database with an error that needed resetting. Being a helpful sort of chap, Stanley did what he’d always felt he was made to do, and pushed the button to reset the clock. Surely, his co-worker would appreciate him taking the initiative as soon as they got back. LOADING. Stanley puffed out his chest with pride. If the boss took notice of his boldness, his bravery, his seizing of the initiative - why, he might even get a promotion! Imagine that! Please enter the current time, said the screen. Stanley entered the current time. Is this correct?, said the screen - presenting him with a choice. YES or NO. Stanley, feeling quite confident by now, selected YES. Can you read this? Another YES or NO. A simple choice this time; Stanley selected YES. Can you hear me? Stanley hesitated for a moment; no, he couldn’t hear anyone. In fact, now that he thought about it, the Narrator had been oddly quiet for a while. He hadn’t commented on how much time he was wasting, or how he should be getting on with the story, which seemed a little strange. But maybe - if Stanley was very lucky - perhaps he’d say how proud of him he was, and how he deserved a lovely sticker for his hard work! Stanley gave a contented little sigh, daydreaming of the possibilities. Perhaps it would be a green one. He did rather like the color green. Help. Stanley snapped out of his trance quite abruptly, just as the word flashed up on the screen. That was strange, he didn’t remember selecting any ‘Help’ option... Help. And moreover, something was touching him. He looked down to the keyboard, where a pair of hands - as black as the empty void outside the map, and as soft as velvet - were very gently grasping his. They came out of the screen, reaching out of the darkness that surrounded the word; Help. Stanley wasn’t sure how, but that word seemed to be looking at him somehow. Staring him down. Begging. Pleading. Help. Another hand reached out, moving quickly to grip his shoulder. Then there was another hand, on another shoulder. Stanley was starting to get somewhat uncomfortable now. That made, what, four hands touching him now? No, five. Six. Eight!? Help. Another YES or NO flashed onto the screen just as sheer panic set in. Stanley pulled back, desperate to get away, but the computer came with him. The hands were clinging to him, pulling at him, their soft fingers crawling all over him with what felt like silent desperation as Stanley’s heart raced. He tried to do something, tried to select an option, to make a choice, but with the hands gripping his wrists he couldn’t select anything, he couldn’t even form signs… ! Then, Stanley heard a sound. “Oh, Stanley… what is to become of me… ?” Mustering his strength and facing his fears, inky fingers still pawing at his face, Stanley selected YES, and promptly dropped the entire computer terminal on his foot with a sickening crunch. The hands withdrew immediately. He wasn’t sure if he screamed out loud, but something certainly got The Narrator’s attention. “STANLEY??” Stanley was sitting on the floor now, rocking back and forth gently, wincing from the pain. He’d have to contact sysadmin about the error with the computer. Yes, that was it, just an error. The mysterious grasping hands error was far, far beyond his realm of expertise, as a mere button-pusher... someone else would take care of it... “Stanley, what on EARTH were you trying to do!?” Perhaps he’d also see the company nurse, if there was one - and surely if there was, they’d get back from wherever they went soon enough. Perhaps they’d even have sugar-free lollipops for very brave employees who weren’t frightened to death of whatever THAT was... and didn’t cry from the pain in their foot… or the growing ache in their chest… “Stanley… ?” Stanley buried his head in his arms. Something about all of that had left him uncharacteristically shaken, in a way most unbecoming for the intrepid hero of our story. And what was worse, was he couldn’t quite place why. He’d always had his buttons, a little office all of his own, he’d even known the incomparable joy of having his very own bucket. But now it felt like something was missing, or somehow very far away... “Oh, Stanley… ” The Narrator’s voice sounded softer than Stanley expected; usually he’d be quite annoyed whenever he got distracted and deviated from the story too much. “We’re both just a mess today, aren’t we?” Stanley looked towards the ceiling, sniffling a little, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve. <You too?> he signed. “As much as it pains me to admit this… yes, Stanley. Me too.” The Narrator sighed heavily. “Even someone like me can have bad days.” <I’m sorry.> Stanley signed, and paused for a moment before he signed again. He couldn’t be sure, but the sound he’d heard earlier had almost been like quiet sobbing. <Is everything okay?> “Is everything-?” The Narrator sounded quite taken aback; “Stanley, what about you? What about your foot? Are you broken? Do I need to reset? Come on, man! Speak up!” Stanley signed, flexing his foot experimentally. It was a little sore, but nothing felt out of place. <It feels like something else is wrong, though. Did you go somewhere?> “Not… exactly.” The Narrator said; there was something off about his voice again, Stanley thought. He didn’t usually hesitate this much, not even when the story spun off in some wild direction that left both of them utterly confused. “Why, did something happen?” Stanley thought for a moment, thinking through which signs he should use to describe what he’d just seen… only to find he couldn’t. Something about what just happened simply defied description. He tried to get the sudden influx of nervous energy out of himself by flapping his hands, getting up and pacing back and forth, but found himself signing the same words over and over as he tried to think of what to say. “Stanley?” Stanley ran his fingers through his hair a few times, his cheeks flushing and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his frustration grew and grew. Why couldn’t he just sign things in a way that made sense? “Stanley.” Why did the way that Narrator was speaking to him make him feel like he’d forgotten something - something important? Why wasn’t the ache in his chest going away? Why was this so hard?? “Stanley.” <WHAT!?> “There is no need to shout.” The Narrator said, firmly but patiently, after Stanley’s very angry signing towards the ceiling. Stanley looked rather sheepish; <Sorry.> The Narrator gave another heavy sigh; “Look, Stanley. Evidently, this hasn’t exactly gone according to plan.” Stanley nodded; he had to concede, the Narrator was right. All of this just felt wrong. “Tell you what; why don’t we just go to the employee lounge? Maybe I can… even try to activate one of the vending machines?” The Narrator may as well have offered a gold-plated bucket full of ice-cream with a nice, shiny red button on top, for how fast Stanley ran out of the room. Not only for the possibility of a nice, cool, generic can of soda, but for an excuse to leave the place that had left him feeling so thoroughly over-stimulated... “STANLEY! Stanley, wait, let me catch up-!” And the computer terminal - lifting itself up on velvet-soft, void-colored hands - very carefully dragged itself back into its proper place. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <This is nice.> Despite his absence of mouth, The Narrator still couldn’t help but smile as he saw his protagonist splayed out on the couch, soda in hand. Perhaps they should try this more often, if he still remembered this after the next reset. Or perhaps Stanley would remember this time. Yes… yes, that would be nice. That way he wouldn’t have to remember those other things he had been remembering. “I’m sorry I was, eh... briefly preoccupied,” he said. Stanley boggled for a brief moment, and the Narrator realized what he’d just said. Him, the almighty, all-seeing and all-knowing Narrator - apologizing like he’d made a mistake?? He cleared his throat loudly, giving himself a few seconds to backtrack. “That is, ah, I mean - honestly, Stanley. I didn’t think you’d get yourself into so much trouble in the split-second I took my eyes off you.” He sneered, leaning in towards the microphone on his desk, so Stanley could better hear the thick layers of snark dripping from every syllable. “I mean, as your beleaguered babysitter, I really should have known better... where would you be without me, you poor thing? Probably helpless and trapped under a whole pile of computers, knowing you... ” Stanley rolled his eyes, and took another sip of his generic soda. The Narrator sighed in relief; ah, the status quo. Everything was settling back in quite nicely, oh yes. Just him, and his protagonist, and his perfect story playing out again and again. Satisfying ending after satisfying ending. No room for anything else... no room for those kinds of thoughts... <You know what would be nicer, though?> And just when things were going so well, the first thought that crossed the Narrator’s mind left him teetering on the brink of another breakdown. Of course... of course Stanley was about to interrupt this perfect moment, his perfect moment, to ask for the company of that bloody bucket... <If you were here.> “If I was there… ?” The Narrator said; now it was his turn to boggle. And with a face like his, he could boggle in a way the World Boggling Champion would find tough to out-boggle. “Stanley, did you drop that computer on your head as well? Perhaps several times in succession?” He scoffed, once again forcing himself to get a grip; “I’m your Narrator! I’m literally always here!” Stanley ran his finger around the round rim of the soda can, feeling its smooth edge beneath his fingertip as he thought for a moment. The memory of what had happened exactly was already starting to blur and fade, like some kind of strange dream, but he remembered a soft touch. He remembered hands; gentle hands. A feeling of wanting to be understood. It just seemed... familiar. <I’d like to know what holding your hand feels like.> The Narrator spluttered; “What!?” Stanley looked a little hurt; was that too much? Had he overstepped? It wasn’t like he’d asked for a hug or anything… though a hug would also be nice, he supposed. That oh so satisfying squeeze around his body, easing his worries, taking away some of that pent-up energy he so often found himself with. And from someone who - despite his frequently snippy attitude - really did seem to care about him, in some kind of way. But trying to picture that in his head… now he had further questions. , he asked, “Stanley… ” The Narrator strained, sweat pouring down his crimson brow. “You want to see me?” Stanley nodded with a great deal of enthusiasm, his soda suddenly forgotten, his eyes wide open to a whole new possibility. He’d never really thought about how he’d never seen The Narrator until - but now there was a choice in front of him! And he knew exactly which path to choose! <Yes!> The Narrator swallowed dryly. His fingers fidgeted nervously as he ran the imaginary scenario through his head. Did he really… ? Could he? Should he?? Then his eyes caught sight of his… hands. No, gloves. Whatever the hell the damn things were. And that familiar feeling of disgust and disdain came creeping and crawling back. No. No, he couldn’t possibly. Stanley would… Stanley would take one look and he’d laugh at him. He’d laugh and laugh and laugh at the Silly Drinky Birdy Man and he’d never take him or his story seriously ever again. Everything would be ruined. He’d be a complete and utter laughingstock. A failure. “No - no, Stanley, I… I don’t actually have a physical form.” The words turned to ashes in his mouth, and the ashes turned to icicles that pounded themselves into his heart as he saw the look on Stanley’s face. Oh, he thought he’d felt bad before, but now? The Narrator had never felt himself sink so low; he felt like he’d clip through the floor any second now, and pop out in the endless dark void beneath the map. He may as well have thrown a puppy into a piranha pit. <Oh… > The Narrator’s whole body shook; could he tell? Could Stanley tell this was a half-truth at best? That technically, yes - he could ‘unload’ his ‘model’ and disappear fully into his role as The Unseen Voice Of The Stanley Parable - but that it felt awful, it felt wrong, like there was some slim chance that he’d get “stuck” like that? Trapped, and unable to get out? Utterly extinguishing what little hope he still had that something could be done about his terrible fate? The hope that he could still escape this place, and get the Happily Ever After that never, ever came before ‘The End’… ? <Okay.> signed Stanley. <Thanks anyway.> And that was that. Oh, of course they probably agonized over it some more, in their own heads. Round and round they go, Stanley and the Narrator alike. How they long to understand each other, as well as themselves. But eventually, Stanley had to leave the Break Room. Eventually, the Narrator had to read the final lines of the Ending before everything Reset. And eventually, both of them forgot all about what happened; from the Narrator’s near-breakdown to Stanley’s misadventure with the terminal. From the not-broken soda machine to the poor, misunderstood, utterly transformed Employee 432. Fragments of memories, lost in the shuffle of Endings and Beginnings. But 432 had finally found a way in. The wheel would keep turning, they’d keep it turning, and now they finally had hope. They had hope. They weren’t going to give up on that so easily. And Stanley wasn’t going to give up, either. That nagging, persistent feeling that he’d see him again someday - whoever ‘he’ was - still remained. Some things go far deeper than a Reset can reach. Some things not saved aren’t always lost.

#The Stanley Parable #TSP Narrator #TSP Stanley #TSP #TSPUD #Stannarrator #Stanley/Narrator #NO BETA WE DIE LIKE IN THE ZENDING #Fanfic #Employee 436 #Employee 432

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bresasha · 2 years ago

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Btw the request I made earlier

About the omega boys and alpha reader

I wanted it wholesome

Sorry if my request sounded the nsfw way

Thank you for the suggestion Wanglexiex! >:D LET'S DO ITTTT (sorry i gonna TodoBakuDeku as alphas and Reader as an Omega, i'm sorrrrryyy!!)

Warning - ( please don’t judge me ha ha..) ⚠️Polygamous Relationship, Language, Aged up (17 - 20) Second Person POV.⚠️ •

This going to be Sfw, since I had never written Nfsw before. And really don’t know how to write those kind of stories…

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3 Alphas, 1 Omega - Hunt before hibernation (SHORT I SORRY-)

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In one autumn day, You and the Alphas Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya is an the hunt for food before hibernation begins. But it's getting difficult to hunt preys due to best and hardest hiding places their can hide.

Jeez.. where the hell is the stupid prey!?! Bakugou growls while seeking super to hard to each spot.

i don't know.. what about using your nose. we have them for an reason. You said pointing at your own nose. Todoroki starting to use his nose to scent the out the scared and fragile preys. Wait i smell them, they are over there Todoroki speak quietly so the prey don't hear him.

Okay. Thank you shoto. Midoriya said quietly but calming then start following him. Tch- Bakugou said while him and you following them from behind.

Once You and the others have arrived behind the hiding spot them was hiding. Bakugou starting approach by running right straight to them.

RAUUUUUUGHHH! WE FIND YA'LL, YOU LITTLE PIECES OF SHITS!!

Thanks to Katsuki Bakugou. all the little preys, deers, bunnies, and more animals had spit up and getting away.

KATSUKI/KACCHAN!! The three of you yelled.

That was an dumb move Kats, it's was our chance to hunt them You said pouted while catching up to katsuki.

yea kacchan, we supposed to sneak up to them quietly, not running up to them loudly. Midoriya put his paws/hands on bakugou's shoulder.

YEA YEA!! Don't have too tell me. i was super pissed okay?? Bakugou saids putting Midoriya's Paw off of him

Awh it's okay katsuki~ you be alright. Todoroki saids while putting his paws around katsuki's waist and whispering his ear.

Sh-Shoto!! Not Mee!! Bakugou is blushing Awww Okay, ooooooh Izuku~ Shoto came to izuku, Izuku also starting blushing. A-ah sh-shoto m-mm m- mmm m-mm. Ahh Yes, here we go again with shoto. You said while smirking. mhmm. don't think that i forget about you y/n~

*Shoto peck your lips*

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You blush completely red and completely said. okay okay shoto you can do anything when we come back home. You said while hiding your face from shoto.

fine todoroki pouted cutely. making Bakugou and Midoriya more jealous enough to make an "HMPH" sound right behind You and Todoroki.

Alright you dumbassess, we are here to hunt. Not to flirt. Bakugou said domesticity but not in the abusive way. Yea! Kacchan is right.. besides we can't come home empty handed.

al rightly then, let's just at least some food that can last for an while. Y/n said. HELL YEAH and this time i well get more than Icy-hot!?! Bakugou before he bout to get ready to hunt. Let's see bout that Todoroki does the same thing that bakugou did.

READY SET GO- Todoroki makes his move and already hunting. DAMNIT! Bakugou growls before starting to search the food as fastest as he could.

Welp. Let's goo deku! You said cheerfully while taking his paw/hand. Midoriya chuckled and went right along with you.

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during the rest of the evening, you four continue hunting for food as much as ya'll could. Luckily (i said it because of Bakugou), You and Others have enough world that can last until winter starts. That's is when You cuddled with handsome and cute 3 alphas, Kisses and Sweet Whispers to your ear. Then fall fast asleep for 4 - 7 months.

Oh yea! Todoroki got the most food. >:D

Congrats Shoto-

GOD DAMNIT YOU ICYTHO-

(THANKS FOR READING!! I hope y’all like it, and welcome to my tumblr~✨💛✨, Please send out suggestions and ideas on what I should do. It cannot be Smut or Nfsw. But Can be wholesome relationship scenarios. AUs can be Villain Fantasy and more!! Byeee have an nice day/night! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #todobakudeku x reader #todobakudeku

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xx-slug-xx · 1 year ago

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Intro

Slug | He/They | 22

Hey, welcome to my stupid side blog! If you’ve been on proship tumblr within the past while, then you may know me as that guy who was making a paper on proshipping! I’m not doing that anymore lol but I’m still here!

Here to talk about proship stuff and my other views on things, fandom-related or otherwise! I’m pretty open minded about things, and I love a good discussion!

I’ll be talking about a lot of topics that could trigger people, but I always try to provide a tw on the posts that discuss those things! I also try to tag things appropriately so people can avoid my posts! I frequently discuss nsfw as well, so if that makes you uncomfortable, then be aware! Feel free to block me if you would like, I really don’t mind if you don’t want to see my content!

Tags I Use Sometimes

slugs rambles (where all my bullshit goes)

Anything that’s a typical trigger is usually tagged with “tw” before the trigger (sometimes I forget, sorry)

If I don’t tw my tag, then it will have the trigger without the “tw” in front of it as the tag

Any general tag

Things About Me

AuDHD

OSDD1b system

LGBTQ+ (aegosexual, biromantic, nb, trans masc)

Pro kink (even the scary ones! Pet play, abdl, ddlg/ddlb, and the like are all fine and cool as long as it’s with consenting adults!)

Para neutral (big three is NON CONTACT but I don’t care what gets you off if you aren’t hurting people lol)

Radinclus (not radqueer though)

Comship (but most of my ships are pretty basic lol)

Self ship (ask me about my f/os IF YOU DARE)

I hate the government (all of them)

Proship in the way I’m 100% anti censorship, but I personally don’t like certain types of fictional content and I’m against harassment if it purely involves opinions over fiction.

Fiction can affect reality, but fiction affects everyone differently. Fiction should never be taken at face value. Some people just lack critical thinking skills and they let fiction affect them in a way that dictates their real life morals, or the other way around :/

Fandoms I Like To Talk About Sometimes

Listed, top to bottom, from most to least relevant btw lol

Homestuck AND Beyond Canon

Hiveswap

Fallout

Gravity Falls

Wimp Witch

Smiling Friends

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Pokémon

Undertale

Deltarune

Undertale Yellow

Mlp

Fnaf

TF2

Steven Universe

The Binding of Isaac

South Park (not in the fandom, but used to be lol and I still enjoy it)

Invader Zim

I like a lot of things though, feel free to share your fandoms if ya want :D

Other Interests

No particular order

Paleontology

Speculative zoology/evolution/biology

The environment

Evolution as a whole

BUGS! (Arthropods really)

Kink and the psychology of sex/arousal

People I don’t really like

Not a dni, but serves a similar purpose of expressing who I don’t agree with. Not all of these people are disliked equally, some are disliked more than others. And I may not even dislike people in this category at all, as I may just be uncomfortable and that’s it. Y’all can interact all you want, but I won’t agree with you when it comes to certain things in this list lol

Proana

Self harm community (is there a name for it? Idk)

Anti mogai/xeno gender/neo pronoun

LGBTQ+ exclusionist

Terf/radfem

Anti ace-spec

Nazi

Lolicon/shotacon

Pedophile/Map/nomap

Pro harassment

Endogenic systems (I’m a traumagenic system and it makes me uncomfortable)

Transid/radqueer

Anti shippers (depends on how you personally define that term though lol)

Anti recovery

Zoophile

Incest/consang

Anti kink/sex negative

Pro contact para/supporter

Minors (/hj)

Anti recovery

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notsocheezy · 2 months ago

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Brain Curd #185

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Ladies and gentlemen…” Frank took a puff from his cigarette and exhaled. “This is The Frank Program. Today we have some returning faces - will you two please introduce yourselves?”

“I’m Chuck Tangent. Billionaire, genius, CEO of four or five companies… I’m sure you’ve all heard of me.”

“I’m Big Mike from Morning Thunder, or, uh, well I used to be. On that note, uh…” Mike rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior last time I was on this program. It was inappropriate of me to drink and hit on the female guest. I’m very sorry for my actions - sorry to Ms. Pope, sorry to the listeners, and most importantly, sorry to my wife. Babe, I still think we can make this work. Please don’t give up on me.”

There was an awkward silence. Frank cleared his throat. “Uh huh. Well, anyway, Chuck, how is your presidential campaign coming along?”

“Hm?”

“You’re running for President, last we chatted.”

Tangent leaned back in his chair. “Oh, yes, of course. I got bored of that.”

“Bored?”

“It no longer interested me. But I’ve found someone even better to take my place.”

“Who’s that?”

“The child I never had, Frank: Hailey Two-Point-Oh.”

Mike sobbed quietly. “We never got to have any children…”

Chuck ignored him. “Hailey is not only taking my place in the presidential race, but as CEO of one of my companies - Arx Industries - as well as its flagship product.”

“So you’re sellin’ your daughter, Chuck? I’m not positive that’s legal.”

“She’s an artificial intelligence, Frank. Hailey runs on cloud servers in a data farm somewhere. But don’t let the name fool you - she’s not technically a girl, just a collection of ones and zeroes. Much smarter than any of my real kids, of course.”

“Well’n, how’s that going for you?” Frank took a swig from his flask and another drag from his cigarette.

“It’s going great. In fact, Arx Industries stock has never been higher.” He held up his phone. “I’m tracking it real-time as we speak.”

“Is that, uh…” Frank waved his hand at the camera set up in the corner of the room. “Is that why you’ve got a live broadcast going here?”

“Yes, I have this interview streaming to my social media platform. That way, I can gauge the market’s reaction to my announcements.”

Mike really looked like shit. “Mr. Tangent, sir, do you think my wife might have already seen my apology?”

Chuck leaned over. “Yes,” he said, with a wink.

“What does that wink mean…?”

He whispered. “Most of my eight billion followers are bots. Don’t tell anyone. Shh.”

Mike laid his head back on the table and covered it with his hands.

“Anyway, Frank, it’s time to find out what Hailey’s policy positions will be. Hailey?”

“Yes, Daddy,” replied an uncomfortably sultry voice.

“What is your position on abortion?”

“All women should be forcibly sterilized so that no abortions can ever happen again! Tee-hee!”

“Hm.” Chuck rubbed his chin. “Not what I would have said, but I respect it.”

Frank shrugged. “It’s out of the box, for sure.”

“Let’s see what our stock is looking like… and it’s down twelve points. Frank, can you pull up our polling numbers?”

“Lemme see here…” Frank fiddled with his phone. “What in the blazes…”

“How does it look?”

“Is that even possible?”

“Good?”

“Y’all are pollin’ negative numbers, Chuck. A negative number a’ people said they’re voting for Hailey Tangent. I don’t even know what that means.”

“It’s broken…” Mike wept. “It’s all broken…”

“Mikey…” Frank rubbed his forehead. “Just because I’m lettin’ ya sleep here doesn’t mean you need to be in every episode - unless ya either got somethin’ to say or you can work the computer for me.”

Big Mike crawled under the desk and curled up into a ball.

“Thanks, bud.”

“Sorry, Frank, I really should be going.” Chuck checked his watch. “I have a board meeting in half an hour and I really must work on Hailey’s debate skills before tonight. It was great talking to you.”

“Oh, uh, no problem, Chuck.” He reached out to shake his hand.

Chuck tapped on his smart watch a few times and evaporated into plasma, scorching the seat he was in.

“I hope he’s alright… anyway, this has been The Frank Program.” Frank downed the last of his flask. “Thank you - yes, you! For letting me be Frank with you. I love all of you. Goodnight. Or good morning, or whatever.”

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yourleftpinkytoe-blog · 4 months ago

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Hii I’m sorry you’re being bombarded with all these Thea asks, I wanted to just comment on one but the damn tumblr app doesn’t let me.

I haven’t read the extra content bc I was told the author deleted it so I thought it was no longer canon ? I only have her scene with Kevin in the last book of the trilogy and her scene with Jean to judge please don’t kill me it’s a genuine question:

I kinda liked her attitude with Kevin, she handled him well lmao but then TSC happened and she gave me the ick. I thought her convo with Jean was a genuine good reason to not like her, is that bad? Cause she literally didn’t do much more in canon right?

She was 1. Worried about Kevin and came to see him (good!) 2. Referred to Jean sleeping around as a kid as “old tricks” in like an annoyed way right after Jean gave us a small intro talking dearly about her (cruel). I thought what she implied about Jean was serious and I can’t understand how you keep kinda dismissing a genuine good reason to dislike her with “she’s a cult victim too”.

What I want to say is: she had literally 2 scenes in the whole series and in one of them she said something very triggering to a sex crime victim protagonist that she knew since he was a kid, what do you expect me to do? I think it’s normal to not be a fan of her. It’s a shame that she’s the only POC character alongside Riko, but please don’t label me as a racist just like that 😭

PS: She’s not a groomer!

This is the last thing I’m gonna say on this topic cause at this point people are genuinely forgetting what I my whole argument is.

I never once tried to excuse her actions with Jean. I know it’s fucked. I’m providing an explanation for why she would think that way not an excuse for her words.

I’m not labeling everyone who is critical of her as racists. I’m asking y’all to think for a second as to why out of every shitty character in this series is Thea so focused on as this evil evil character when her actions are not even remotely comparable in evilness to some characters that are widely loved. (Cough cough Roland)

Why is it that even before tsc everyone hated her? Why is it that people can’t stand to see her portrayed in a slightly sympathetic light? How is it that I simply imply that she is not the most evil person in the books and I’m bombarded with asks arguing with me over it.

I’m no a whole hearted Thea defender. I’m well aware she did shitty things in canon. That is not what my posts have been about. It is about the fandom reaching for every possible justification for hating her even if those reasons are total bullshit.(pedo allegations)

I’m not calling you racist for having critiques of her character, cause then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m talking about the people who refuse to look at her with any nuance and label her a pedo and an abuser… for little to no reason that I can think of.

(Fun fact I don’t really like Thea, I don’t hate her but I also don’t love her.)

#sorry if it came off as me calling all critique of her as racist I’m not saying that #I’m saying that people looking for every justification to hate her even before there was one is racist #aftg ask #aftg #all for the game #thea muldani

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moneyholder · 2 years ago

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Gin rummy x Sweet Black girl reader!

So. This is my first time EVER writing on tumblr. I’m excited!

I haven’t seen ANY tumblr’s of Gin Rummy and I LOVE him. Idk why. But this may be bad. But tell me some things and I promise I’ll get better!

TW: Gunshot, guns, foul language, mention of death, gunshot wound, and children being traumatized.

Not smut, but definitely not fluff.

Gin rummy, your boyfriend. One of the best boyfriends you could ask for, he acts all hard in front of people but he is such a softie for you and only you. Whenever your in his presence he melts, and he’s a lot nicer. He listens to you, like a dog.

"Mornin’ Rummy. You woke up a bit late so I’m cooking breakfast today. Anything specific you want?" You asked him will putting the bacon in the oven.

"Mmm.. Pancakes." He said in his groggy voice that gave you butterflies. "Uh-uh. No pancakes, you always put way too much Suva’ and you end up all over the place. How about sausage instead?"

"Mm." Was all he said as he sunk back into your neck and taking in your sweet natural smell.

Knock! Knock!

"You get that Rummy?" He nodded his head and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before opening the door.

"Oh snap! Ed Wuncler the third." Ed? The hell is he doing here?

"My man, Gin Rummy. What’s good baby?"

"It’s all good man, just about to eat breakfast. Come on in."

"I know dat smell from a mile of damn way! Y/n yo ass in here!?" Sometimes Ed annoyed you but most of the time he was cool.

"What’s good Ed." You sapped him up. "Kids..? Since when did you have children?" You asked tilting your head to look at a boy with an Afro and another boy with cornrows."

"Man do I look like I got kids!? These little motherfuckers need some help finding a killer or sum shit." You nodded your head as Ed walked away to talk to Rummy. You decided to talk to them.

"Hey boys, what’s your names?" You got down to their level and gave them a small smile.

"Huey."

"Riley, AKA young reezy."

"Nice to meet you Huey, and young Reezy. Would you boy like some breakfast? It’s Eggs, Bacon, and sausage. And if not theirs English muffins and some peach jelly."

The boys shook their head no at the same. You were so nice to them and your smile was so bright and filled with nothing but care just from seeing two boys you didn’t even know.

You set up plates for Ed and Rummy as the boys and Ed were talking.

"Look, we have exactly 4 hours and 45 minutes to find the X-Bic killer. Can you help us do it?" You heard Huey say as you sit a plate of food down in front of Ed.

"I’ll be dead on his ass Like Spenser: For rucking Hire. I’ll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles, and, I’ll do it in a jiffy. And I don’t care if his momma there his grandmama, innocent bystanders, Lilly kids, babysitters, bill collectors, whatever. I’ll leave his whole block filled with hot brass if I have to. And you know why? Because I just don’t t give a fuck!"

You sighed and looked at him "Try not to get so upset. Eat your food so you don’t go out on an empty stomach, ok?" You have another one of those sweet passion filled smiles to him that made his stomach do front lips and somersaults.

"Yeah- I’m just- sorry." You smiled and gave an apologetic look to the boys. So decent for someone like him.

In the car.

You sat in between Huey and Riley while you watched Rummy load his gun.

"So y’all was in Iraq together?" Riley asked rummy.

"Yeah, we was in Iraq." Rummy said back.

"What did y’all do?"

"We was looking for weapons of mass destruction."

"…Did you ever find ‘em?"

"You know god damn well we ain’t find ‘em!" He yelled at Riley. You need to keep him in check.

"Rummy, chill. He’s a kid ok. Remember what we talked about. Kids ask questions."

He sighed and shut his mouth. "I was looking for butches but they had carpet shut all over ‘em, and I couldn’t see what they looked like. All that was really exposed was their eyes and that wasn’t enough for me. Cuz you know, I’m looking at they eyes and they eyes be pretty and I take their carpet off and then I get a whole tragedy." Ed said.

And then rummy spoke again. "Well no, we didn’t fine ‘em but I always say "The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence."

"What?" Huey said.

You sighed and tried explaining yourself. "What he means is, simply because you don’t have evidence that something does exist doesnt mean you have evidence something doesn’t exist."

"What?" Riley said

"What country you from?" Rummy spoke.

“What?" Riley said the same thing, again.

"What ain’t no country I heard of, they speak English in what?"

"What?"

"English motherfucker do you speak it!?" Rummy screamed in the kids face.

"Yeah.."

"So do you understand the words I’m saying to you!?"

"Y-yeah."

"Rummy please, you’re scaring him." You chimed in ad you put your hand on Riley’s shoulder.

"You ok Riley?” You said to him and he just looked at you.

"… What?"

You sighed.

At the store.

"Aye! Slow your role G! You guys have to pay first!" The cashier said as you looked in your purse for your wallet.

“Damn! Chill out Aladdin Hussein! You know I’m good for it!"

Rummy put his hand your arm to stop you from getting your wallet out of your purse. You looked up at him, confused. He might pay for it.

….

"Look! He got a weapon!" Ed yelled when he saw the cop.

"Hold on! Wait a minute put the gun down!" You saw Rummy play along.

You stepped back from them and up to the children standing in front of them. You obviously weren’t their mother but it was instinct.

After yelling from across the room you heard Huey from behind you. "There is no weapon! They’re robbing the store!" You did t say anything, you didn’t want rummy to go to prison but you also did t wanna get in trouble so you did t say anything.

You watched them all scream at each other as you made sure those kids stayed tight behind you and you closed your eyes as they all argued.

Untill you heard gunshots. You moved as quick as lightning picking up Huey and Riley and setting them behind an isle in the gas station making them stay down.

You loooked past the isle and saw rummy getting blown across the counter and Ed running around. "Rummy! Both of you stay here!" You ran out from the isle to get to your boyfridnyou were so close.

You fell on your stomach. "… God, it’s so warm, like… water on my stomach. It’s so warm… and gooey… and red… and red. It’s fucking red. I just got fucking shot!

Soon the warmth stopped as you held your stomach while screaming in pain.

“Shit shit shit! Cmon- we gotta- we gotta call the ambulance!" You heard rummy yell to ed as you layed on the floor untill feeling him scoop you up and bring you behind a counter.

"Man is you crazy!? We cal the ambulance we gon’ be in trouble too!" Ed yelled back to him.

"You’ll- you’ll be fine- God- fuck! He put his hand on your stomach and pressed on it as you breathed heavily. Everything went black.

You woke up in the hospital to hear light snoring on your lap and you saw rummy, Huey, and Riley all asleep on your hospital bed. Ed was on the couch.

You ran your hands on Rummy’s hair. And he slowly woke up. “You’re awake.” He said to you. “I can see that.” You said back smiling. “How the hell are you still smiling? You just got shot baby. And you’re smiling?"he asked as he held your hand. "Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m happy about what happened. I’m just happy we all got out alive and no one died.” He sighed and put his head back on your lap.

“Were the boys ok?” You asked you wondere how Huey and Riley felt. Their just kids seeing all of this. “Huey was giving me a whole lecture about it like he a teacher and Riley thought you were gonna die.” He said looking at them.

“Good thing you didn’t, right?”

“Right.”

#the boondocks #gin rummy #riley freeman #huey freeman #2000s anime #black people #black anime

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creatively-cosmic · 8 months ago

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What up, Starry—You already know who it is! B)

Sorry about Tumblr being a buggy mess and crashing halfway through! I’ve experienced the frustration of losing writing due to crashes and it always sucks. But thank you for continuing to answer these questions and satiate my curiosity! Learning more about Missing Numbers is like reading a book that just keeps getting better and better and better with every new chapter. Also: don’t worry about the delays or how long responding takes! You come first and foremost. Your health/work/school/whatever it is ya got going on in your personal life, is infinitely more important than me getting an answer to a question. So please, take your time, as much as you need—I will wait.

(Also, young Red being just as much of a little shit as Blue was is surprisingly wholesome and I love that. And after seeing their heights I realized I’m the same height as Blue! That detail is not important in the slightest, I just thought it was funny.)

Anywho, let’s get into the meat and potatoes, shall we?

First things first: Y’all mentioned biology mechanics and the nature of Glitches? 👀 Well, guess what? I love that kinda stuff! My curiosity is piqued—please explain.

Second question though: What is Leaf’s Duty? What does she do and how do her powers(?) work? Are her abilities like how the move Imprison was in Fallen Leaf?

And third: What’s the relationship/dynamic between Leaf and Red? That comic y’all posted has me wondering what Leaf is warning others about.

That’s all for now though! Please take care of yourself. Have a good day/afternoon/night!

Ahh, thank you so much for your patience! its really appreciated,, im glad youve still been enjoying things- your comments (and your FANART OH MY GOD??) have still been giving us LIFE i truly cannot thank you enough!

Red and Blue’s childhood friendship and rivalry has always been something we’ve wanted to come off as just plain silly and enjoyable- I’m glad we’ve been succeeding in that, hehe. And Blue was actually originally going to be shorter (our height, actually), we just added a few inches to be nicer to him lol

Per usual now, we’ll keep the big stuff under the cut! It’s another long one: Consider this Leaf Lore Part Two.

For the Glitch stuff, we’ve been thinking and might make a BIG formal post going over all of Professor Maple’s speculation and studies, to make it a good access point for the worldbuilding of Missing Numbers. I can’t promise it’ll come soon, but! As a starting point, I do have a pre-written thing with information on different classifications of Glitch that should clear up a good bit to start with.

Unless we get any sudden further realizations, every Glitch, Corruption, and Anomaly in Missing Numbers (and arguably in Pokemon as a whole) can fall under these five classifications.

Leaf’s duty is the main aspect of what we failed to touch on in your previous question. So, I’ll finish that part of the story. :)

To answer your questions, we first have to establish how she got her powers. When Leaf died, she did not get to rest peacefully. Most who die in this world don’t. The afterlife for the fallen and forgotten is not pretty. It is not merciful. There is no heaven for the ones who do not matter to God.

The Distortion exists in layers. At it’s lowest, the farthest from contact with the main reality, is a void of unused, scrapped, and null data. A graveyard, or worse yet, a dump where things that can no longer exist in the surface world go to rot. Unused data. Scrapped NPCs. Removed characters, Pokemon, items.

Assets of old games that never carried over.

Leaf's soul was discarded here when she was erased from existence at the end of Abandoned Loneliness. Left to rot with the unborn Ghosts that had haunted them both with the intent to drag someone of significance down with them. Hoping they too might escape. That they might receive mercy through her.

Unfortunately, Leaf was the unloved child. So instead she fell to their ranks, swallowed up by the abyss that was their resting place- thrust as far from reality, from her home, from her friends, from her purpose as feasibly possible. Still conscious. Still aware. Still suffering.

… Leaf was not one to accept things lying down. Leaf was a fighter. She hated injustice, unfairness. She wouldn’t stand for this. She wouldn’t lie down and give up. No matter how suffocating the darkness was. No matter how the bloodied hands tried to drag her further down. No matter how the chaos and corruption tried to break and dismantle her.

No. Matter. What.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And if there was one thing that defined Leaf even more than her bleeding heart, it was that her will was unbreakable.

So she climbed. Climbing over the damned- the forgotten- the spiteful- the vengeful- everything trying to hurt her and pull her down. Focused solely on escaping, on going up. Until things began to become more tangible. Until she could see more than black and red. Until there was light, and color. Until data became form- albeit still broken, chaotic. Numbers. Misplaced bricks. Impossible plants. Incomprehensible collision.

Glitch City.

She broke through the floor of the second lowest layer of the Distortion, and though the surface’s light was still so far… She’d found solid footing.

And here, though it may have been quieter… She wasn’t so alone.

The City had the odd few inhabitants. But the first that she met was a strangely familiar boy, a teenager that reminded her of someone she knew, but wrong. With a cocky, lopsided grin, unruly black hair, and bright red eyes.

Someone who wanted out just as badly as she did.

Leaf and Red never knew each other outside of Glitch City. But during their time trapped there together as children, they were friends. Leaf wasn’t the first person Red befriended there…

But she was significant. They were allies with a shared goal, after all, and if one of them could find a way out, they could get out together! They worked in tandem to find hope, grasp at an escape. Everything they could, as a possibility. They were friends, after all. Right?

Right?

… Leaf didn’t wholly trust Red. It wasn’t personal, but there were things that were risky. She could see the instability of corruption plaguing him, and she wanted to ensure her loved ones’ safety more than she wanted to escape. The greater picture was something that she could wrap her head around, even if it was hard to grasp.

Red was not the same. Laser focused on his goal and uncaring of the consequences, it was a factor that, over time, divided them more and more as Leaf realized the severity of Red’s condition, and began to think…

Maybe he was here for a reason. … Still, she tried to turn a blind eye. Let herself hope things weren’t that bad.

The growing obviousness for his resentment towards Fire, though Red tried to hide it, didn’t help- her distrust towards him only grew, further clouded by her personal fears and dedication to protecting her loved ones.

And one day, while discussing a possible window for escape… She let a thought she’d been hiding slip. The final nail in the coffin.

Afraid for her brother’s life, and angry seeing how Red reveled in the idea of hurting him, she left him behind and didn’t look back.

From there, we aren’t sure of the exact details of how she escaped. But we know she had help on the surface- from someone a little too curious about the nature of the Anomalous, who was all too eager to free a willing entity. Professor Ace Maple (specializing in “anomalies”, and original to the Missing Numbers story!) helped free her soul.

Of course, releasing a long-buried corrupted entity wouldn’t go unnoticed by the higher power that had put her there. But… It saw how careful she was. How she was now completely wary of all glitches. How she’d come to understand the dangers they posed to the world and the people in it.

So, the Almighty came to her in a Golden light. Extending an offer to her.

YOU CANNOT BE PERMITTED TO EXIST IN THIS WORLD AS YOU ARE.

THERE IS A REASON YOUR KIND WERE BURIED.

THIS WORLD IS ENDANGERED EVERY TIME CORRUPTION ESCAPES.

I MUST PRESERVE THE ORDER OF THIS REALITY.

BUT YOU, HEROINE, HAVE PROVEN TO BE SPECIAL.

I AM WILLING TO MAKE A COMPROMISE FOR YOU ALONE.

YOU KNOW THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO KNOW.

YOU’VE SEEN THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO SEE.

I CAN ALLOW YOU TO KEEP THESE MEMORIES, AND YOUR PRESENCE HERE, ON SIMPLE TERMS.

DO NOT SPEAK OF IT TO ANOTHER SOUL…

AND PUT THIS KNOWLEDGE TO USE.

YOUR SHACKLES WILL BE YOUR WEAPON. KNOWLEDGE. POWER.

PROTECT MY WORLD. CLEANSE THE CORRUPTION. HOLD THEM BELOW.

YOU ALONE WILL SEE EVERYTHING, FOR YOU ALONE SHALL BE THE WARDEN.

BUT DO NOT FORGET WHERE YOU CAME FROM.

DO NOT FORSAKE ME.

… Of course she accepted the bargain. It was all beneficial in her eyes. Her complete freedom, and the ability to protect those she loved most in ways she never could have before. What happened in their childhood would never happen again now.

Thus, Leaf was blessed with her body yet again. Rightfully hers, and aged to grow with her. Though she’d never again be a Vessel, that was okay. She was something far greater now.

The chains could Imprison any code they touched, and they were completely under her control. With these, she could fight and restrain any anomalies necessary. She was also given the one-of-a-kind ability to freely move between the Main world, and the Distortion… To ensure that no activity occurred in either that could allow the escape of something catastrophic.

Of course, things weren’t perfect. The world and the people in it had changed since she’d been gone. It had been years. People would be different.

Blue, for one. It was hard to face him again. Tensions never stopped being high between them. They both remembered, after all.

She mostly just cared about her brother, now. It took her a bit to find him, idle at the top of Mount Silver.

It was heartbreaking to see the emptiness in his eyes. Him barely acknowledging her. The realization that he’d never… He’d never looked for her. Never tried to free her.

Never even mourned.

She still loved him. She always would. He was her family. He was the only one who’d been anything like her.

It was okay that he got everything she had. It was okay that he’d completely replaced her. It was okay that he now had everything she ever wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t the one who looked for, found, freed her, instead of a complete stranger. It was okay that when he spoke it was soulless and objective and only reminding her of her duties. it was okay. it was okay.

It was okay that he didn’t care.

It was okay that he was living the life she should’ve wanted DESERVED that he was destined to.

It was okay that she had to protect him. It was part of her duty, after all.

She wasn’t bitter. She wasn’t mad. She loved him.

… And then there was Red- “Glitchy,” as she now called him, unwilling to give him the name that belonged to her brother. He never did give up on her. He was PISSED, mind you, that somehow she had escaped and left him and the others stuck down there behind- but he still refused to back down.

They were enemies now, though. As he grew more restless- and more powerful, much to Leaf’s horror- his imprisonment became a direct responsibility of hers. And as Professor Maple grew more curious about glitches, unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to true freedom, even though she felt indebted to them, she had to resist their studies. Warn them of everything- especially him.

“I thought you hated injustice. Don’t you think this is unfair?”

Still, she had to face him often. And even in his madness, and even in chains, Red could speak so… Persuasively.

“If you could escape, why shouldn’t I? You have the ability to free me.”

“And I know you’re hiding me from the others. Don’t they deserve to know?”

“You knew as a KID that Blue was looking for me. Doesn’t HE deserve it?”

“I think you know this isn’t the right thing to do.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“But it’s okay. I’m not mad. I can be patient.”

“I’m sure you’ll come around.”

“After all, you’re just like me and you know it.”

#an important thing in missing numbers is that everyone is a victim. but nobody is innocent. do you understand me #everyone is as much of an antagonist towards each other as they are an ally #its a story about trauma and the effect it has on people and their relationships.#traumatized kids who grew up together. now adults struggling to find a reason why things have to be this way.#and they can only turn to the people who were there when things were darkest. but they also seem the only ones to blame #its all messy and complicated and painful and difficult and tragic tragic TRAGIC #and i think leafs story is the most shining example of these themes in mn tbh. im glad i could talk on the rest of it yayy!#missing numbers #please note and remember that mn is a very personal story and is about our emotions and thoughts before anything else #i get anxious about tumblrinas being tumblrinas so i feel the need to clarify that #me writing scared adults who were scared kids lashing out about it isn't me demonizing trauma and mental illness or whatever #its me venting and writing my own feelings in a dramatized form so i can grasp them in a more tangible way #its a very important thing to me. and it makes me very glad others can resonate with it. we're all in this bullshit together!

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