#Well at least that’s what he thought until the anon told him that her kids were dead (and called him a dumbass lol)

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

to hunter: genuine question, did… did no one actually tell you what happened to arti’s kids?

actually, side note for arti: have you told anyone what happened to your kids?

Hunter: Nobody even told me she had kids until like, a week ago!

Arti: I told Gourmand. 

[cultofdixon]

Falling for you…wasn’t meant to hurt

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The two of you grew close because the universe thought you were meant to be. But Daryl agreeing to let you help him find Carol’s daughter, he didn’t expect anything bad to happen • ANGST/SFW • TW: Impalement / Injuries / Anxiety / Restlessness

Requested by: Anon

“If you’re gonna go search for the kid, don’t go alone.”

“Fine” Daryl made his way toward the camp outside the farm house as Rick gave him a confused look.

“Who are yea takin’?”

“Y/N” He states without a second thought in mind as Rick quickly grabs his shoulder stopping him.

“You sure that’s your best option?”

“I trust her more than you, Rick. She’s more than the best choice” Daryl retracts from the man continuing his way over to the tent city they have going on as Y/N’s was on the side closest to Daryl’s.

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“Who’s that?” Merle elbows his brother to look at the woman seated on top of the RV.

Daryl looked over trying to get a good look at her face but when he couldn’t. He gave up and told Merle not to go there knowing damn well his brother was going to holler at her.

Then later in the night, Daryl went over to the camp fire they always have going when dinner was made from whatever he and Merle caught. He went to get him and his brother some dinner only for the woman from the roof of the RV to hand him two prepared plates before he could ask somebody to.

“It’s Y/N by the way”

“What?”

“My name. I’m the “who’s that” from the other day” Y/N gave him a small short lived smile before looking down at the book laid in her lap.

Daryl stood there a bit awkward while holding the plates as he cleared his throat to get her beautiful E/C eyes to look up at him.

“Daryl”

Her smile shot back instantly making his heart beat quicken.

“Don’t be a stranger, Daryl”

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“Do you trust Rick?” Y/N asks Daryl as he was getting one of the Greene’s horses strapped with a saddle.

“Don’t know yet, more than Shane if it came to that though”

“Ugh. In those terms I agree…I just. Don’t understand how he’s so blind to their nonsense” Y/N frowns looking over to the camp while Daryl did his thing but his attention seemed to always fixate on her when she didn’t seem alright.

“Ready. Least I think I got this shit on right”

“You ride a horse before?”

“Uh. No, shouldn’t be too hard”

“If we had the resources like the old world, I’d tell yea to wear boots. So your feet wouldn’t slip from the stirup” Y/N stared watching Daryl get on with ease extending his hand for her as he kept his cool when her smile practically shot him. “Don’t do anything too crazy, cowboy”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl chuckles lightly as his mind was running miles at everything she did, even if it was the smallest thing of wrapping her arms around his waist. “Alright, let’s get”

God I really hate horses Y/N thought as she held onto Daryl for dear life wishing they went on foot.

I can’t focus On the other hand, Daryl’s mind raced having her this close.

But a good thing can’t last forever in the end of the world.

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Daryl cared, but he also didn’t. In the moment he didn’t care about anybody else except her when he returned from Atlanta to find out a herd was crashing through.

Not that she needed any help given every walker that came toward her, met the short end of the stick.

Once the horror show came to an end and many were mourning, Y/N dropped her axe before falling to her knees and trying to wrap her head over all the happened. Her mind was flooded until she felt hands carefully take a hold of her face. Her eyes instantly locked onto his piercing blues.

“Are yea bit?” Daryl frowns waiting for her to answer as she shook her head, bringing a whole wave of relief. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s get yea cleaned up”

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They can handle anything

Daryl jolts awake in a bit of a haze feeling the pain in his side realizing he was impaled by his own arrow. But given the racing situation at hand, it didn’t remain in his side as he quickly pulled it out while scrambling to get his crossbow in order to shoot the walker getting dangerously to Y/N’s unconscious form.

The second he landed the shot, Daryl dropped his crossbow rushing the best he could over to Y/N and rolling her onto her back noticing the branch embedded in her side.

“Fuck” Daryl frowns removing his shirt wincing when he agitated his injury and wrapping it around her middle to secure the branch. “Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP” he didn’t meant to shout so loud at the last part but it got her to jolt awake wincing in pain immediately. “Sorry. I’m sorry”

“W-…What a way….t-to wake a dying p-p…person” Y/N scoffs wincing more feeling the branch move when she took a breath.

“Y-Yea ain’t dyin’”

“H-Hurts…though” Y/N finally got a deep breath in, exhaling slowly feeling his fingers press against the pulse point on her neck. “Mm still here…”

“Yea better be by the time we get back”

Y/N couldn’t even wrap her head around that thought. Of making it back alive. She thought she was going to die there or on the way back, but given how hard Daryl was trying and the anxiety laced in his voice. Even with how much he’s talking…she’s not going to feed into the seeds of doubt and let him try, hell…she’s still trying.

“Can’t move yea too much…gonna have to go the long way”

“H…How’d we even…?”

“Stupid goddamn h-horse” Daryl winced to his pain when he tried to get up so he could help her up. Y/N carefully pressed her hand to his injured side getting another wince out of him and when she removed her hand she saw the blood.

“You can’t die for me” The first clear thing she’s said since the fall and Daryl didn’t know what to say. The anger that always laid dormant in him at times, started to peak out when his mind raced to the conclusion that he’s not going to listen to her if she starts talking about leaving her behind.

“F-Find something”

“What?”

“F-…Find ah…” Y/N laid back again in the dirt looking around locking onto the walker he had killed to keep her from getting bitten. “S-Stop the bleeding. T…Ta…Take his s-shirt”

He would listen to her direction but find himself yelling at every moment she closed her eyes. They were both weak, but he’s the only one capable of getting them out of there.

Daryl took the shirt and secured it to stop the bleeding on his side. Then he decided to take the dead’s pants thinking if he could climb up from where they fell while Y/N was wrapped to his back, then they could follow the same tracks that got them there instead of trying a whole new route. But that meant having to cut the branch shorter and warning her was the easy part.

Feeling her nails dig into his arm as he used his knife to shorten the branch on either side…listening to her scream in agony and the blood continued to seep through his shirt that was supposedly secured around her. He was in hell.

Y/N tiredly watches the creek disappear as Daryl carries her on his back taking his sweet ass time climbing.

“Gonna get Hershel, to check on yea.”

“You…”

“Me? Me what? Me too? Yeah no shit. None of’em out there are gonna let me walk around bleedin’”

“…s-someone needs to care”

Daryl was reaching the last stretch in climbing when she said that. He was confused on what she meant but when he finally got onto the main path pulling the rest of her up and beside him. Y/N had gone unconscious again. She wasn’t finished and he wasn’t happy seeing her eyes closed.

“Come on” Daryl shakes her at first, trying to keep the yelling at a minimum because the only thing it’s going to do is draw more sickos toward them. But he wasn’t getting anything immediately. “Y/N?” His fear started to get him as he gently brushes the hair out of the way of her face shaking her head carefully. “Please. Please. I can’t lose you. I can’t.” His voice cracked, his tears were threatening to spill over.

It took a second but she tiredly opened her eyes reaching forward and grabbing a fist full of his tank top.

“Tired…” She sighs feeling his hands rest on her face. “Sorry”

“You’re not allowed to die, alright? I’ll kill yea if you do”

Even in a weak state she couldn’t help but laugh to such.

Soon they were on their feet, Y/N’s arm draped over Daryl’s shoulders as he kept her up the best he could while they made their way back.

“Walkers!” Andrea yells catching everyone who was outside’s attention.

As Rick, Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog grabbed their guns and made their way to the walkers given there was only two. But Andrea decided to take the hunting rifle and get ready to take at least one of them out.

“Andrea don’t”

“Shut up Dale”

Y/N groaned touching her side to see the fresh blood coming out as she gave Daryl a worried look while he kept a stern one. He wasn’t stopping. Then her anxiety got the best of her right when the four approached them aiming their gun.

“That’s the second time you aimed that thing at me” Daryl huffed.

“Oh my god Y/N” Glenn frowns noticing her injury then they all were startled by both Y/N shoving Daryl off and her falling back when the shot rang through. “Holy FUCK!”

The group that rushed over surrounded Y/N as Daryl weakly looks up from his fallen position noticing her unmoving form. He couldn’t quite pick out what they were saying as he tried to get himself off the ground. Eventually T-Dog approached him with an extended hand.

“C’mon man. We gotta get you checked out”

“Is she—-“

“She’s still breathing” T-Dog reassures him as he got Dixon back on his feet bringing his arm around his shoulders. “The hell happen?”

“Goddamn horse” he scoffs feeling his anger bubble inside himself when watching Shane carry Y/N sprinting toward the house.

Daryl found himself at the dining room table letting Maggie do his stitches while the room that once had Carl, now had Y/N being worked on by Hershel with help from Patricia. He anxiously waited and winced every now and then when Maggie pulled a bit too tight on her stitches. She’d apologized immediately.

“Yer dad is good right?”

“Yes. For someone who originally only worked on animals” Maggie states applying the bandage as Daryl immediately got up leaving the house and approaching the camp.

“Who the fuck fired?”

Everyone grew tense with the tone he took as it was obvious given her avoidance to eye contact when he brought it up.

“Who. Shot. Their. Gun.”

“Andrea” Glenn blurted as Dale smacked him in the arm. The guy was nervous. He wasn’t about to lie for her.

“I’m sorry Daryl! You two looked awful and from afar—like walkers. I had to protect—-“

“FOUR OF YALL CAME TOWARD US. WE DIDNT NEED SOME TRIGGER HAPPY BITCH TAKE CARE OF IT” Daryl snaps as Rick stepped between them pushing him back gently keeping mind of his own injuries.

“Look. You’re upset. We all are. We’re worried about—-“

“Nah. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you had just trusted me to take care of business by myself. I shouldn’t have taken the one person I care about in this goddamn apocalypse” Daryl clenched his jaw moving his gaze to the floor. “I’m leavin’ if I lose her” he whispered.

“Daryl”

The two quickly turned to Maggie as she kept a relaxed expression but the tension in her shoulders struck Daryl’s anxiety.

“We need you”

Daryl quickly ran toward the house and barging into the room noticing the branch was still in Y/N’s side.

“Why the fuck haven’t—-“

“I stabilized it but she woke up, screamed at us wondering where you were—-“

He didn’t say anything all he did was instantly to go to her side noticing the color that left her face from the blood loss, and the bullet graze on the side of her face.

“D-Daryl. It h-hurts” She whined with tears streaming down her face as Daryl held her hand trying not to fall apart.

“He’s gotta take it out and access yea, sunshine”

“P-Please. Don’t leave”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl states giving Hershel a look for him to get started as he watches the doc move the bandaging showing the branch that still needed to be pulled out. His heart was pounding in his chest holding Y/N’s hand knowing in a split second he’s going to have to hold her shoulders.

Which happened to be now. Hershel started to pull the branch out and Y/N tried to fight Hershel wanting him to stop but he kept repeating “almost there”. Daryl brought his hands to her shoulders pinning her down as Patricia held her legs down to keep the movement at a minimum. She clawed at Daryl’s arms crying in pain as he knew he would be hearing her screams whenever something went wrong in the future.

Once the branch was removed, the blood poured in new places that weren’t where the clamps were. Leading Hershel to apply pressure immediately while Patricia scrambled to get what they needed. Daryl relaxed but tensed instantly when Y/N’s breathing slowed…slower than normal.

“Goddamn it” Daryl frowns holding Y/N’s face shaking her slightly. “Come on come on come on!” He shouted startling everyone as Hershel took notice and quickly checked her pulse while Patricia kept the pressure.

“Son, you know CPR?!”

“What?! Nah. No she don’t need it. She’s just—-“

“You need to do it or she’ll die”

Then the sound went out in his head. Daryl instantly started to do CPR and tried his best not to instantly break her ribcage with the pressure he was building up to. His shoulder was grabbed when Hershel finished his work and checked her pulse. He did good. Daryl did good.

“She’s gonna be unconscious for a while” Hershel states, about a few hours later as it was now the evening. Daryl hasn’t left her side and he mainly said that in hopes he’d get up to walk around a bit. But he didn’t want to face anybody. “She lost a lot of blood and it’ll take a while—-“

“Use mine”

“Pardon?”

“I’m fucking universal. Take some of mine to help her”

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“He seriously did that?” Y/N questions Daryl as the two were sitting alone in the room they were sharing at the CDC.

“Got a lot of money out of it”

“But that’s not safe. Taking three pints? How did you not go into shock?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“Daryl, I’ll fucking kill you if you ever gave me your blood”

“Huh?” Daryl was confused on what she meant and Y/N was getting at, if the situation asked for it. She wouldn’t want him to bleed himself just for her to live. “You ain’t gonna lose a fuckton of blood. Won’t let it happen”

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Three pints. Fucking moron.

But Hershel only took one a day and gave it to Y/N, letting Daryl take the couch in the living room to recuperate after each transfusion. He had to be a human blood bag, Hershel couldn’t calculate a pint so he had a cut off period. Meaning 3 pints could’ve been less than what was taken.

Daryl didn’t have to give anymore and found himself back in the chair beside the bed staring blankly at the window seeing the group take advantage of the luxury of the Greene farm. Part of him knew it wasn’t going to last. Something in him was leaning toward that, but he wasn’t going to lose her if something bad were to happen.

He flinched to feeling something as he brought himself to cross his arms turning toward her thinking it was just a breeze. But when he noticed her open eyes and extended hand, it was her.

“Holy shit. Holy SH���“ Daryl cut himself off when Y/N brought her finger to her lips to shush him as he leaped out of the chair dropping to his knees directly beside the bed dropping his head onto the bed. She instantly wrapped her arm around his shoulders as her other hand carefully reached over to run her fingers through his hair. “Thank god. Thank fucking god”

“Dar…your arm is bruised”

“Don’t…don’t worry about it, sunshine. I had to do what I had to do”

A sigh escaped her lips making him turn his face toward her as she gently caresses his face watching him relax to her touch.

“I’m always going to worry about you”

“Y/N…you almost died” His voice cracked as her expression saddened gripping the back of his shirt tugging at him. Daryl got the idea as he pulled himself up letting Y/N wrap her arms around him as they both kept in mind their injuries.

“I’m not going anywhere…has to take a lot to take me away from you”

“I love you…I loved yea since I first met you…”

Y/N held onto him with the strength she had feeling Daryl hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“Falling for you, wasn’t meant to be literal” She giggles feeling him pull away so he could get a good look at that smile of hers that he missed so much. “I love you Daryl”

The tears came back when he brought his lips to hers feeling her gently wipe away his tears not breaking the kiss they shared. She returned her arms around his shoulders parting from him to bring him close once again.

“I ain’t letting go, sunshine”

“Good…”

[bucksboobs]

Hi, I'm the spoiler anon. Sorry, I didn't think about our different timezones and only been able to send an ask now.

Firstly, I loved the way that Nichols and Wolfe dealt with their (small) conflict this episode. They've been consistent in showing great open communication between the two, and I like how it still felt like they were meeting more in the middle rather than it having to be one opinion vs the other, it just felt very respectful.

The way the show dealt with Alison in this episode was also great. I had felt apprehensive about them possibly going down a more 'fatal attraction' type road, but I should have given the show more credit considering previous episodes. Though I did find it odd that Wolfe and his interns were the ones treating her initially. Would she not have gone to the ER, and would those who work in neuro typically be working in the ER?

What might be an unpopular opinion, and the main thing I'd love to hear your thoughts on, is that after this episode I think Ericka is best alone or with another doctor outside that hospital. I still like Jacob and Van as individual characters, but this episode showed me that neither of them are good for Ericka, at least right now, and they both have issues with jealousy and possessiveness, just in different ways. Van is more overt, whereas Jacob is more subtle. Then when Van was a dick, he responds in kind by revealing he has a kid.

Seen people try and make the argument that Jacob was just being a good guy and he didn't know that she didn't know Van had a kid, but he absolutely knew and decided to use it to cause issues between them. More importantly, Ericka knew that was why he did it, out of jealousy and possessiveness, which is why she called him out on his behaviour. Would love to know your take on it.

It does feel a bit of a shame that for a show that had so far built up great supportive relationships, to have them crumble due to a love triangle. Though the next couple episodes might build back the support.

So for the Van/Ericka/Jacob triangle I do think the fact Jacob told Ericka directly after Van gloated and that Ericka knew immediately that it was a play makes it pretty obvious that it wasn’t an accident.

I think up until Van did his gloating, he was kind of completely in the right just vibing, and following Ericka’s lead. Jacob’s sudden push into making it into a competition seems like it made him pretty mad and territorial which is something we hadn’t seen from him before (an new depth to his character that might explain why his son apparently lives with his baby mama) I think partially this is set up to explain how Van’s previous relationship fell apart.

On whether either should with Ericka I think that’s meant to be up to Ericka and I think it’s pretty obvious she wants nothing to do with either of them right now, but I could see her forgiving Van a lot quicker than she could forgive Jacob simply because Van being hesitant to mention his kid in a potentially romantic relationship when it’s clear not even Dana (who seems to be Van’s best friend among the interns) knew —when Ericka had made clear that she doesn’t want kids in the previous episode— kind of comes off as understandable whereas Jacob giving away a major secret to score points in some game where Ericka is the prize… not so much. If she ends up back with Van I won’t be surprised. I think for the time being, Jacob’s out of the running until he apologizes.

Allison’s thing was handled well, and to answer your question, she was being treated by neuro because of the nature of her overdose, I think they just initially had Dana and Ericka there because for whatever reason, Neuro seems to be close to the ER entrance at Bronx general. Watching this story though, I really focussed in on how well the story was treating Carol. She never makes excuses for herself but she also admits she had selfish reasons to continue treating Allison. Her being so gentle with Morris asking for the divorce was a perfect showing of who she is: a woman who will always prioritize the emotions of everyone around her but who won’t let that be at the cost of herself. She asked for the Divorce not because she hates Morris but because she doesn’t want to live angry anymore, and still she takes the time to tell Morris she still loves him. It was really beautiful even if it was sad. Morris doesn’t quite get that of course, he’s still under the impression that as long as he keeps apologizing everything is okay but that’s a very human flaw, to think that apologies are all that’s required to mend a relationship.

As for Josh and Oliver: they were so cute at the very end and I’m glad they addressed how Josh and Oliver butting heads isn’t going away nor is it antithetical to them continuing to be in a loving relationship. I hope they keep that squabbling dynamic for the rest of the series just to add light drama and humor as they continue to grow to understand the other’s perspective. They’ll never have an exact understanding of course because Oliver comes at everything from a palliative perspective— treating symptoms and improving quality of life— whereas Nichols, as a neurosurgeon, approaches everything from a curative perspective— eliminating the disease process entirely. From the first episode we see this play out: Josh thinks he’s done his part because he cured the epilepsy, but Oliver is focused on the side effects and quality of life for the patient. Ultimately one approach cannot exist without the other, so to vocalize it using the two of them having their little squabbles is a strongpoint of the series.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

This one's probably a hard one but: Vanilla + SVE bachelors with a farmer who has the fear of dying/thanatophobia/death itself? Curious what you'd do with this!

Oh, heavy topic...

Thanks for the ask, dear anon!

⚠️ Warning: mention of death, mention of attempted suicide, mention of war.

_________________________________________

Stardew Valley

Harvey:

Near-death experiences almost always leave a scar in a person's mental health. Harvey suspected that after the emergency operation he had performed on Farmer, severely wounded in the Mines, his friend and patient would have to recover not only their physical health, but their mental health as well. And he was right (and hoped he was wrong): Farmer began to suffer from insomnia, panic attacks, and avoid all places that could be associated with death, even the Harvey's Clinic. The doctor will give Farmer the contact of a therapist he knows well who can help them with their phobia, and offers his support and help too.

Sam:

Young and perpetually energetic Sam used to think little of death until his father left to defend the Republic, with the likelihood of not returning. Frowning thoughts began to visit him more, but the guitarist still chased them away, trying to think only of good things. Farmer, who is so panic-stricken about death and all the news about death-related events, caught Sammy off guard. He wants to help Farmer, but doesn't know how. Maybe he can ask Harvey for advice. But he's always willing to help Farmer at least calm down if they get caught in a panic attack. And will also try not to mention the war news in front of them, so as not to trigger them.

Shane:

Damn... How Shane can feel their pain and struggle. When he woke up in the clinic, remembering his (thankfully) failed jump, it was his fear of death that made him stop. Although it saved his life, he was terrified of death afterwards, walking around depressed, afraid of ending without knowing what came next, and afraid of dying and leaving Jas, who had already lost her parents before. But Shane was able to control himself, not without the help of his family and Farmer, of course. So he will not abandon a close friend when they are suffering. One word - therapy: it helped him, and it would help them too.

Elliott:

Some anxiety about death is a perfectly normal part of the human condition, is it not? A question that sooner or later arises for a person, forcing them to look for answers in philosophy, religion, or elsewhere. But Elliott sees that Farmer's abnormal fear of death is preventing them from the most important thing of all: enjoying life. The writer will be careful to approach Farmer with help, as he doesn't have the right knowledge and is afraid of triggering a panic attack in them with the wrong words. Harvey should know the contacts of the right people, plus Elliott will ask around his acquaintances. All in all, he won't leave his friend alone with a problem.

Alex:

Alex had to face death at a young age when his mom passed away. The poor kid, who lost his family so suddenly, later grieved not only for mother, but also had a fear that his grandparents would also pass away (they were already old at that time). Then he received help, but about the very subject of death the athlete did not tell anyone except his grandma and grandpa, not wanting to appear weak and tearful. But Farmer listened and supported Alex, even though Alex told them about his late mother, and the subject of death scares them to death. They have not abandoned Alex, and he will try to listen to them and help them as he knows how, either in word or deed - anything.

Sebastian:

Standing by the railroad or on the sandy shore, Sebastian had thought more than once about death: was there really an afterlife, would anyone remember him when he passed away, was there any chance that he would become a ghost after death? But these were just his thoughts, and local emo didn't expect a harsh reaction from Farmer when he casually mentioned one of this questions. He didn't mean to offend or scare them, but... this behavior wasn't right. Sebby would try to ask Farmer if they're okay, trying his best to help them, but for now he would leave them alone, not wanting to make the situation worse.

Stardew Valley Expanded

Lance:

Death, the threat of which accompanies the adventurer throughout their life, ceases to be their fear. This is explained to every would-be monster hunter in every guild from the very beginning of their journey. It has been explained to Lance as well, and he is ready to throw himself into the defence of humans without fear of death. Farmer became an adventurer much later, and judging by their reactions, no one prepared them for such a thing. The gallant adventurer would try to help his friend, but if this continued and hindered Farmer in battle, then... He would advise Farmer to postpone position as adventurer, and concentrate on their own mental wellbeing.

Victor:

Victor ran around in a panic looking for sedatives in his house, not at all expecting that the tv news program would gave Farmer a panic attack. When the spaghetti lover was able to calm his friend down, Farmer explained to him that the news about the massive loss of life due to the war had triggered them, and began apologizing to Victor. To which he stopped them, telling them that they had nothing to apologize for. Such news can... indeed make a person really sad. Victor advised them to go to Dr. Harvey for help, and told them that his house was always open and he was ready to receive and listen to them.

Magnus Rasmodius:

Death is a natural, inevitable occurrence, and Magnus, who is of a respectable age and has begun to prepare for his end by leaving a legacy for his pupil, no longer fears death. But he can understand the fear of the young Farmer, especially after their near-death experience in Mines. Magnus... isn't the best at talking, but he will do his best to comfort Farmer and explain to them about the concept of death, trying to help them deal with their fear. If his words weren't enough, well... Then he might suggest Farmer turn to Linus, with his wisdom, or the local doctor. Not that the Wizard doesn't care, it's just that he doesn't quite know how to help his friend with this.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi, I'm the anon who sent you Strawhats with Spot!Reader, since you made RoR characters with Spot!Reader I was wondering if you could make Strawhats with Spot!Reader.

-Well now, this was a fine predicament you found yourself in!

-You opened a portal to escape the police and somehow crossed dimensions and you were now in a world where pirates reigned supreme and you had no way of returning to your own dimension.

-You tried turning over a new leaf, using your powers and abilities for good in this new world, but whenever you tried to enter a town, you would be chased by the citizens and by the marines, thinking you were a monster.

-You were able to do your research, as you had heard multiple people saying that you had eaten something called a Devil Fruit, that these were unnatural fruits in this world that gave those who ate them unnatural but breathtaking powers, at the expense of not being able to swim.

-An outcast once more, you realized that a life of crime was all you would be able to accomplish in this world as well, as a pirate. At least you could freak people out about being a ‘devil fruit user’ and being able to swim!

-You earned your bounty pretty quickly, being able to rob banks and other places of wealth with relative ease, and when the government released your bounty poster under Y/N the Spot, you were quite pleased with yourself, seeing such a massive bounty. You even framed it!

-You found your solstice with other pirates, other outcasts and many learned quickly not to cross you, trying to steal what you stole first, or trying to stab you, only for them to fall into a hole to spit them back out elsewhere.

-It was such a group of misfits and weirdos that you found to call your own, the Straw Hat Pirates, after Luffy found you.

-You thought he was just a funny kid, so you impressed him by using your skills to warp a huge pile of food out of the kitchen on a marine’s ship onto his own ship.

-His starry eyed look made you grin, if you could grin, and you liked his vibe and when he told you to join his crew, you immediately accepted.

-His crew was just as funny as him, at least to you, as Zoro immediately tried to charge at you, thinking you were a threat, only for you to open a hole that sent him right back into Sanji, which caused a huge fight.

-Chopper was like a little kid, sticking his hand in the holes on your body, after you said it was okay, and he was delighted to see his hoof, which he put through your hand, coming out of your eye socket.

-Usopp, Brook, and Luffy were quick to join in, having fun until Nami whacked Luffy, Brook, Usopp and you on the head, managing to leave a lump on your head, telling you to knock it off.

-You fit in easily, earning everyone’s respect, as you made transporting cargo so easy! Sanji or Nami could have huge bags of purchases while out in town and you could instantly wrap them back to the ship, leaving their hands free and they didn’t have to lug everything back to the ship.

-Franky loved your abilities too, when there was something mechanical going on, rather than taking everything apart, you would just open a portal so he could easily go through and fix things right then and there.

-Nami was like Luffy, who loved your ability when you were easily able to steal treasure, earning her praise which you teased the others with, especially Sanji.

-Sanji did appreciate your skills with transporting things, but he was disappointed when you told him that while you use your abilities for stealing and things like that, you don’t use them for pervy things, while you easily could.

-Sanji begged you to use your powers for ‘evil’ but you didn’t have to do anything, as Nami was there to handle things instantly.

-Zoro was distrustful of you, like he is with almost any new member, but he found a good sparring partner, as you could easily dodge and send him all around you. It made his reaction time and able to change directions easily on a dime.

-Jinbei wasn’t sure what to think of you, he found you a bit odd, but laughed when you said he was odd when he first told you, as you hadn’t met a fishman before. Jinbei became a mentor to you, kind of like that father figure you not only wanted but needed, and he would always laugh when you would freak others out, mainly marines, when you would jump into the sea and swim away, making them freak out that you were a devil fruit user that could swim.

-Usopp and you were a good team, as you would open portals to get him to a high vantage point, perfect for sniping others, and you offered him a quick escape so he would act real cocky to piss people off, then disappear, leaving only one of his trap plants waiting.

-You and Brook did the same thing, you would open portals so he could crawl out like some sort of vengeful spirit, acting scary which would send your opponents running, leaving the two of you falling over yourselves laughing.

-Robin found your antics amusing, seeing the mischief that you were causing, often just staying back and laughing, wanting to see what you were going to do next. Nami was beside herself when she found out that Robin was the one to suggest you and Brook scaring others, as he had unintentionally scared her.

-You liked this group of weirdos, they were yours, your friends, and you fit in just perfectly with them, and that’s all you ever wanted.

[repo-net]

How do you think Nagisa would react if the other warriors were the mastermind instead of Monaca

Oooh, that's a fun question. Thanks for submitting it, anon!

I'm going to assume that you mean if any of three other WoH had Monaca's ideals and goals rather than the pickle herself? I've actually never given this one much thought until you submitted it, but I'm always down to explore/give my own take on Nagisa's relationships with the other three kiddos.

To generalize the points I'll make, I think the one thing that'll stick with Nagisa finding out that Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko was pulling the strings is that he'd be able to stand his ground much, much better than how he took it when Monaca revealed her true motives, and he'd likely be able to keep himself composed; at least until the matter of expectations gets brought up.

Although Nagisa loves those three dearly and would put himself in danger before letting any of them get harmed, Monaca was a special attachment that he had. I've said this in previous posts, but I do think Nagisa's kind of had a hunch that there's something wrong with Monaca, and one reason why becoming leader meant so much to him is that maybe with that authority he can convince her to get to a paradise without like, committing a full-blown genocide.

I'll surrender that It's a little hard to imagine the three of them actually having it in them to lead something as diabolical as Monaca's plans, but maybe my imagination just isn't wild enough, eheh.

For the sake of storytelling, I think how this would play out in terms of the other Warriors getting sic'ed would be:

Chapters 1-2 are occupied by the two from Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko that aren't the mastermind, while Nagisa takes the lead in Chapter 3 and tries to deal with Komaru and Toko before realizing that he can't beat them, so Chapter 4 starts off with him as usual - trying to get both of them to leave Towa City before the eventual confrontation with one of the three other WoH being the mastermind. As for where Monaca would fit into all this, uhh. No clue. But she isn't really an important factor in this post.

Individually though, Nagisa's reactions to the three other Warriors being masterminds...

Masaru

More than anything, he's actually shocked. Masaru being the one is what would take him off guard the most. While Monaca broke him; it was because he repressed/denied the possibility because he wanted to believe he could trust her. This is an option he never accounted for, and it's because Nagisa thinks Masaru would be too much of a dunce to pull something like this off.

The initial reaction would be something akin to dismissal, before realizing 'oh shit, he's actually serious?'. That's when the anger kicks in. Not so much fear, but just pure vexation at the fact that he of all people thought that something as insane as creating a second Junko would be a good idea.

Nagisa'll threaten Masaru that he'll tell on Monaca, but Masaru at this point likely doesn't care. This version of Masaru likely rules through power and would probably just bullrush through his enemies to get his way. I could honestly believe in the idea that he'd be cruel enough to show Komaru her parents' corpses in a similar fashion to how the pickle did it. (Actually, all three of them should be able to...)

This Nagisa would probably want to throw hands with Masaru because his opinion on Masaru already isn't the greatest and he gets annoyed by him pretty easily; but having a reason to go from 'well he's kind of annoying but he's still a good friend to me' to actually hating him - it's a transition that gives Nagisa motivation to actually fight back. Though he'll probably realize soon enough that trying to hurt a P.E kid when the one thing you flunked in school is P.E would be a terrible idea...

Though self-doubt issues would surface, Nagisa would find it easier to deny Masaru's taunts and telling him that nobody expects anything from him in comparison to being told the same ideas by Monaca. This version of Nagisa likely makes it past Chapter 4 because he runs off to Monaca. Kotoko and Jataro are absent here, so Monaca and Nagisa would probably alarm Tokomaru about what's about to go down.

Jataro

"He was always kind of strange, but to think that this is what he had in mind all along...?" - That's what would settle in. Unlike with Masaru's reveal, Jataro's would make Nagisa put things into perspective for a bit as he realizes that maybe all those gross things Jataro told him were his actual thoughts and not just ways to get Nagisa to hate him.

Heck, I think he'd genuinely be wondering at first if this is just another one of Jataro's ways to get Nagisa to hate him, because Nagisa's aware enough to realize that Jataro might think Nagisa doesn't hate him unlike the other Warriors because he's been far more patient with him and doesn't pick on Jataro.

This one would have a much softer Nagisa - he'd ask if any of the other Warriors have been going overboard with their teasing/bullying and that's what's making Jataro act out like this. Even when he's already showing himself off to be evil, Nagisa would still be concerned for mask boy's well-being.

(Actually, that could be a motive for why a MM!Jataro would want to pursue a second gen Junko, no? Maybe because Junko was the only one who seemed to care for him/give him what he really wants, and now Jataro wants to have something akin to that now that Junko's gone.)

Eventually, Nagisa'll realize that Jataro's a lost cause and he'll turn his back on him. With Masaru and Kotoko absent from the Warriors here; he again tells on Monaca - but as strange as it may sound, I think Jataro would be much more eager to go after Nagisa and make sure he doesn't ruin his plans than Masaru. Nagisa still seeming to harbor some sort of pity instead of hatred towards Jataro would push the latter over the edge and he might just finish the job himself. Though of course, all of this is just speculation on my end.

Kotoko

All the masks finally come off here. And out of all three - Nagisa would be pretty quick to believe in the idea that Kotoko was puppeting the strings all along. This is less because of an inherent bias against her, thinking that she's always been evil; but rather that if anyone had the capacity to be so violently cruel, it'd be the one who's been an actress since she was born.

I feel as though the sequence of events that would play out are pretty similar to how it goes down with Monaca, and that's because Kotoko would know how to push all the buttons to set Nagisa off, and she already has the attitude/malice to pull it off if she were a much darker character than her canon self.

Since Kotoko knows how to push Nagisa over the edge and break him like Monaca did in canon; Nagisa's reaction here mirrors how he is in UDG proper - utterly defeated, but this time it's because Kotoko would taunt him, telling him that nobody would ever believe him if he tried to snitch on her, because who would trust the smart, calculating Nagisa over sweet, innocent Kotoko, right?

She'd also be able to lure Nagisa into doing her bidding in a similar fashion to Nagisa's - Nagisa doesn't have it in him to hurt Kotoko and she's fully aware of Monaca's crush on Nagisa; but instead of childishly teasing him over it, it's using it against him - maybe something along the lines of threating to harm Monaca if Nagisa tries to tell her/betray Kotoko.

Because of that, Nagisa's fate here is likely the same as it is in UDG. Gets 'crushed' by a robot at the end, never to be seen again.

[melmedarda]

In the name of overriding the nasty anons,more Medarda headcanons!:

Mel's full name is Melody, but she stopped going by it once she moved to Piltover and just used her nickname. She thought it sounded a little too childish (you know how teenagers are), so she became Mel and it stuck. (Kino still calls her Melody though, as does her dad).

Kino actually did try to make contact with Mel once she got exiled. He never agreed with Ambessa on that particular choice of hers and he never really forgave her for it. But he was forbidden from actually going to Piltover to see his sister in the flesh, so he had to be content with whatever pipeline Elora created for their correspondence.

Ambessa was pretty certain that Mel was going to be a boy when she was pregnant with her,because of all the old wives' tales she was told (you know,about how women either carry high or low depending on the child's gender). Imagine her shock when a bouncing baby girl was born instead.

Kino thought Mel was a doll when she was born. When their dad did the whole "you're a big brother now" spiel while holding Mel, he didn't process that Mel was well,real,until she started squirming and of course,he was shocked like most kids would be. But he got over it pretty quick and damn near became a second dad. Mel couldn't do anything without him stationing himself nearby to "monitor the situation". ( I really like the idea of Kino being very protective of Mel and then being super close knit)

Ambessa never really came fully out to Kino and said that she banished Mel. Instead,she claimed that Mel was just "attending a prestigious school overseas" and that she would be back once school went on break. This,of course,never actually happened. When he asked why she wasn't back for whatever holiday/festival, she would make an excuse or threaten him until he stopped asking altogether. Elora told him the truth a year or so into Mel's exile. When I tell you hell broke loose once he knew.........oh boy.

Elora was meant to act as a companion/ au pair for Mel initially so that she wouldn't miss Noxus. (And also to prevent her from attempting to return home on her own). But in the way of all things, Mel grew up and into the woman she is and Elora found herself stuck with another Medarda woman. Tall, beautiful, exceptionally charming when she wanted to be. And safe to say, Elora didn't know what to do with any of that.

Thank HEAVENS Finally some good food. I'll tell you right now, and my friends know this well. I am never not thinking about the Medardas. Like, as a family. I know I'm always yapping about Mel (as I should), but the family dynamics of the Medardas make me positively unhinged. I spare you all and put it elsewhere. But it is there. Always. So this is GREAT. More of this!!!

I love the idea that Mel is just a nickname! I think so too, personally. There's a post I made a few years ago when we were speculating what her name could be, and I think Melody was one of them! I'll see if I can find that post and reblog it.

KINO AS A SECOND DAD!!!! I could see it. I love it. I love him. I love Them. I so wish we could have gotten a flashback with Kino, if only to see how he, Mel, and Ambessa interacted. I know he would miss Mel. I like to think that the way they viewed themselves is sort of like, us (Mel & Kino) against the world, and everyone else. And the way the Not-Kino spoke, I think that he and Mel both believed that they were a disappointment to Ambessa, so that was a bonding point between them.

SO I know we (the community) were talking about Mel & Elora being like Ruth and Naomi, but one of the parallels I had for them as David and Johnathan (for lifers). I say this because I'm hoping that if Elora did have family back in Noxus, that we could at least see Mel interacting with them, informing them of passing and mourning with them. I hope she will be kind to their family just as Elora was kind to her. (unlikely that this will occur but i can dream)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Requested by anon

Mereoleona Vermillion

7. Precious childhood memory

I think that one of the most precious childhood memories she has is the Tuesday of Fire and Blood, because of what it meant for her. Someone going head to head with her without holding back. However, there is another precious childhood memory she has, and it’s something she hasn’t told to anyone else. She was 5 and Fuegoleon was 3, so he was far too young to remember the day, but she does. Their parents were, somewhere, she doesn’t exactly remember where, and it doesn’t matter. They were playing on a carpet in their father’s office, and she was getting bored. Started casting fire on her arm, just to flail it around lazily while sitting down, making circles. And she remembers looking at Fuegoleon, who was looking at her, and that’s when he did it. It was small, and could… barely be considered as mana flaring out, but… there was a small flicker of fire on his hands. And he giggled. Most kids don’t start showing their mana until they’re 4, and even then they can manifest in unexpected burst if there is a lot of mana. She’d later come to see Fue’s clothes spontaneously combusting, but that would be in the future. However, there, at that moment, she thought that she should start “running ahead”, because someone was going to start catching up to her soon enough. And as an older sister, she couldn’t just let her baby brother outdo her so easily.

14. Worst childhood memory

Her worst childhood memory was in her early teens. She and Fuegoleon had been… brawling, in lack of a better word, for years already, and that day was no different from it. Some stupid quarrel, or just another brawl, she can’t remember what it was about exactly, but… she went too far. Neither of them would have their grimoires for some time yet, and he had been keeping up with her, well enough at least, for a good time, but… She went too far. He went unconscious, and she started by just telling him to get up. It was followed by shaking him, but it didn’t work. Of course, after some time he did wake up, but after that day, she figured that she should spar with someone else. And if he so chose, he could challenge her, when he felt ready. But she wouldn’t start one. The memory is mixed with a lot of thoughts, some that tell her that he was stronger than that. That he’d get back up and learn from it. Because that’s what the snot-nosed brat did but… another part of her wasn’t quite so sure. It’s not her worst memory because she might think that he is weak. It’s not because, after some years later, she would have shied away engaging into a brawl again. But it’s her worst memory, because that was when it solidified to her, that they can die. Her brothers. She would obviously hold back because she loved them, but… the enemy wouldn’t.

[st-rayy]

hi ^^ could you make a song fic w kavetham (rom) w the song good luck babe ? tyy >_<

Hope this is to your liking, Anon xo Yk, I love this song but it was so hard to actually write something to this, therefore this is very messy oopsies ^^;

Not beta read we die like sumeru katheryne Happy Halloween btw

rough word count: 1338

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(please dont) stop the feeling | KaveTham SongFic - Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

credit: .hunni. on hoyolab

“I’m home” Kaveh said, putting his keys into the little dish on a shelf. Usually, the scribe would’ve greeted the blonde, even if only with a hum, but it never came.

As Kaveh stepped into the house, he looked around, only to find Al-Haitham occupied with a book, as always. “Hey, Hayi.” The blonde tried again, only to be met with a glance and a grunt which indicated that Al-Haitham acknowledged his presence.

Weird, Kaveh had throught, Al-Haitham had never been /this/ quiet, and it worried him. Sure, they still argued occasionally, and Kaveh didn’t pay his rent on time a few days ago, but that had never been a problem in their 1 year relationship, at least Al-Haitham never voiced it was a problem.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“But something’s wrong. Want to tell me?”

The blonde was met with silence, his cue to not push the topic. If Al-Haitham didn’t want to talk about it, Kaveh wouldn’t force him to, ever, and the scribe knew that.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Al-Haitham had started to become more and more distant, treating Kaveh less and less like his boyfriend. He didn’t even call him petnames anymore. The blonde had waved it off as a “mood swing” before, but as it stretched over multiple days, it concerned him.

“Could you hand me the book, Kaveh?”

“Why?”

The room fell silent, a confused expression forming on the grey haired man’s usual nonchalant expression. “Because I asked you?” Al-Haitham replied, but Kaveh only shook his head. “Why did you stop calling me baby, Hayi?” Kaveh decided being direct was the best approach, but Al-Haitham’s nonchalant expression started to piss him off.

“You’re being cliché” Al-Haitham replied with a shrug, reaching over to grab the book himself.

The phrase had startled Kaveh. Yeah, maybe he was a bit cliché, but did that really matter? Would Al-Haitham actually call it “love” what they had going on? Or had he just enjoyed being the person that Kaveh would call “baby”?

The same evening, the blonde had decided to call it off and Al-haitham hadn’t even tried to stop him. The scribe had excused his actions by saying it would just be the way he is, that they had just been a casual thing going on.

Kaveh felt tried when he heard those words. He felt hurt, it’s not fair.

“No matter how hard you try to deny this, Haitham, it will always be there.”

“It’s just the way I am, doesn’t mean I actually like guys, Kaveh.”

“Well, good luck, babe.” The blonde told Al-Haitham, having heard enough nonesense coming from the usually smart scribe. He packed his things and left the same night, staying with Cyno until he could afford to life by himself.

It’s fine, Kaveh told himself, it’s cool.

There was no reason to look over, no reason for him to stare at the grey haired man that was kissing the red haired girl. There was no pain in his chest when he saw that, that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Who was he kidding?

The loud chatter and loud music in the tavern partially toned out his thoughts that spiraled about Al-haitham, the man who was sitting not too far away from him. Nilou sat right next to Al-Haitham, clearly drunk and clinging to his arm like her life depended on it. And the worst of it all? Kaveh had used to be in that position Nilou took from him only a couple of years ago.

The wound, the fact that Al-Haitham had started to treat Kaveh more like a roommate, more like a “buddy” than his boyfriend, still fresh like it happened just yesterday.

“That’s just the way I am.”

Bullshit.

The scribe had suddenly started to say that they were wrong, a mistake they had made. Kaveh had never understood why Al-Haitham had suddenly started to deny his feelings, why he had suddenly started to deny the way he had been, why he thought that it was wrong.

Because whatever Al-Haitham reasoned with, was always made up, always a lie that Kaveh could see through every single time. They didn’t break up because Kaveh didn’t make Al-Haitham happy, they didn’t break up because of their fighting, they didn’t break up because Kaveh paid his rent a little later than he should have.

No, they both know that none of those things were the reason. But if Al-Haitham was happy now, Kaveh should be too, right?

Just that he wasn’t. Neither of them was.

Nilou wasn’t the first girl Al-Haitham dated right after breaking up with Kaveh. There were at least 4 others before Nilou, all of which had never been able to put the same smile on Al-Haitham’s lips as Kaveh had.

Al-Haitham could shoot another shot, could force himself into a hundred more relationships with women, but it would never stop the feeling deep inside of him, they both knew. Yet, here he was, kissing and holding Nilou in a filled tavern.

Kaveh had attended their wedding, not because he wanted to but because Cyno had asked him to. He wouldn’t have come, wouldn’t have been so insane to watch his ex-boyfriend get married to a woman that the scribe didn’t even love.

There were many people, Kaveh, unlike Cyno and Tighnari, was not one of the groomsmen, the traveler had taken his place instead.

“I do” those words felt wrong coming from Al-Haitham’s lips.

What felt even more wrong was to be jealous of someone that Kaveh knew he could never be, Al-Haitham’s wife.

“Congratulations!” Cyno and Tighnari had cheered for them, the latter more than the other. Kaveh forced a smile, trying to be brave for the sake of Nilou and Al-Haitham, he would be an ass to ruin their wedding now.

“Congratulations.” The blonde forced the word out of himself, shaking both of their hands. He couldn’t help but notice the way Al-Haitham flinched when their fingers had touched, how awkward.

Nilou and Al-Haitham probably enjoyed their day, Kaveh couldn’t bring himself to stay for long, as cold as that sounded. Cyno and Tighnari knew about the dilemma, of course Kaveh had told them right away when it had happened all those years ago, but it seemingly never affected the friendship with either of them.

Well, good luck, babe.

Al-Haitham awoke in the middle of the night, next to Nilou, like countless of other nights. Another uneasy sleep, another uneasy dream of the past.

He put his head in his hands, the ring on his finger cool against his skin. The scribe glanced at the red haired girl next to him, her peaceful snored filling the room. He watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest not helping with the pain in his own chest as he had hoped.

Al-haitham’s eyes shifted back to his hands, which had fallen onto the blanket in front of him. The light of the moon reflected itself in the metal of his ring, his reminder of what he and Nilou had acomplished just a few weeks ago.

He was nothing more than Nilou’s husband now, wasn’t he? When had Al-Haitham even started to think about marrying Nilou? Never, honestly, she had asked him to marry her and he stupidly said yes.

The scribe took the ring off his finger, rotating it his hand to let the light reflect against the different engraved letters on it. Thinking about the wedding a face suddenly popped up in his mind. Red eyes that stared at him with an intense look, a simple word being spoken before said person left the wedding soon after.

Kaveh. Sweet Kaveh that would even go to his wedding after Al-Haitham had left him hanging all those years ago. The memory was a painful reminder of his situation. He glanced at Nilou again but in the red of her hair he only saw the red of those beautiful eyes he missed ever since they called it off.

In his mind, he was standing face to face with Kaveh, the blonde mouthing words that he didn't want to hear.

“I told you so.”

[problematicwelshman]

Are you alive?

I am, Anon. Thanks for asking. Just been quiet since there’s not much new to say lately.

The Eponymous Welshman has been quiet too, some say it’s because he’s busy, some are saying he’s been chased off Twitter by mean assholes, others say his PR team has told him to pipe down again. All I know is that we’ve been without Sheentweets for a while, and since that’s his main form of interaction, I got nuthin.

At least until today.

Some awards were announced recently, congrats to David Tennant and Michael Sheen for their “Best Comedy Partnership” award, to Staged for “Best Returning Comedy” (even though--Staged? Really?), and to GO for “Best Returning Drama.”

Acceptance videos were recorded and shared, and everyone is happy and proud. (Well, we’re assuming that, since Michael only makes a cardboard appearance in David and Georgia’s video. No mention at all from his partner.)

But look at all the other content we got! Leather gloves! Ugly boots! Sideboob! I’m late to the discussion. If you want all the juicy details and discourse, go see @invisibleicewands, @ingravinoveritas, or @artificial-indulgence. There’s some great discussion on all those blogs about timing, messaging, and thought experiments.

What I am going to address is this:

This set of comments was in response to one of these poses, and…eew. TMI.

But what really gets me is the casual body shaming going on. I mean, look--APAT looks GOOD. Even sexy if generic blondes are your thing. No question she's got a good body. She's not a natural in front of the camera, but I’m guessing her target demographic doesn’t care about that. So yeah--you go girl. But just because you had 2 kids doesn't mean you automatically turn into a potato. People gushing over her looking this way after 2 kids are perpetuating a harmful myth. ALSO, people who expect women to look like that after having kids are also jerks. Let people who have kids look like they look without commenting on how it is JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD KIDS.

I know the commenter was trying to give a compliment, but to frame it as a surprise that a mid-20s woman with the means and the time to “shape up” after giving birth did just that is not really the compliment it was meant to be.

[balloonboyismyson]

*an angsty anon slides into your ask box*

Heyyyyy. So, uh, what's your headcanons on the animatronics' emotional status the very moment they learn Bonnie kicked the bucket?

ohh dear. Buckle up, kids :o(

They were never told he was gone- it was just a rumor at first. "He's just in Parts 'n' Service, he'll be back on stage tomorrow." It kept their thoughts in check. That must be the reason why they could not ping him or see his location. After 2 months, they had their suspicions. These headcanons take place after Management told them Monty would be filling his spot.

Freddy was...devastated, to put it lightly. His lover, his partner, his honey bunny- gone. What would he do? What could he do? Most of his time after was spent dissociating. He rarely spoke to anyone. He was in his room, silent, staring at the wall. At times he thought his internal clock was messed up; time was passing by too quickly to him, but he never told anyone. He always knew everyone was replaceable, but to not even give him a warning? Staff knew they were close. Maybe they were told to keep silent. He would at least give them the benefit of the doubt. To be honest, he came close to ending it a few times. If they could just drop Bonnie, maybe they could just make a new Freddy. He would stop himself, though. Thinking about his friends and the children, he needed to be strong. He was so, so tired, though.

Roxy was volatile. Each moment of free time was spent crying, yelling or being quiet. Any ounce of bad that happened in a day, whether it was just dropping her brush, would throw her over the edge. She leaned the most on Chica who seemed to be handling things the best. It felt like any day Chica could be taken, too. They had a lot of sleepovers after that. For a brief time, their charging stations were placed next to one another so they could still see each other during their recharge cycles. She got hyper into "being beautiful" after his leaving. She thought, well, if she was beautiful, they would have to keep her.

"Guilty" was the only word that could describe Monty. He was the one who called Bonnie to Gator Golf. He was the one who needed advice. The two were close. Freddy, Roxy and Chica were all usually too busy to deal with Monty. They were polite, but he did not consider them friends. Bonnie visited him often. He could count on Bonnie. It was an act of sacrifice, truly. Had it not been him, Monty would be the one decommissioned. Bonnie would offer him tips on how to calm down and keep his composure. He got a really good at it. Then Bonnie died. The walls of his room were covered. "GUILTY" "GONE" "RUINED" "SORRY" were repeatedly written on them. He stopped after a time. When he got his claws, staff was surprised when it started up again, but this time, much more permanent.

Chica, to the outside world, appeared okay. Roxy needed help, and she could offer that. She just needed to bottle everything up. She was the happy-go-lucky one, afterall. She needed to uphold that. When she was alone, though, she was a mess. This is when her eating habits truly came to life. Sure, she always appreciated a good slice of pizza (or three), but after Bonnie was gone, she felt like she needed to eat. Humans will always need food, so it will never go away. She hated the look of a clean plate because that meant the food was gone. She stopped using them after a while.

DJ Music Man was grief-stricken, but he hid it well. Out of all his friendships, he was closest to Bonnie. Bonnie liked to play with the Mini Music Men. When no one was around, he would play somber music from the back of his hidey hole. He only really has his MMMs now.

The Daycare Attendants were upset, but more from a friend of a friend perspective. They did not often interact with Bonnie. In fact, they did not find out until they saw Monty's new getup. Even then, they only saw him because he was walking to a birthday party.

[davekat-sucks]

Hello monsieur davekatsucks. Sorry if this is a lot but your cherub talk reminded me. I am thinking about how hypocritically sexualized all the friendsim trolls were. You know, on the planet whose society's whole deal is that *only kids live there*... and then one of the authors said Chahut would be over 18 earth years of age like that matters? It's a whole different society man, they aren't considered adults until they go off planet, they would think you're a sicko, it's just another "erm she's actually technically 30 she's just a species that ages slower" argument (mixed with a fun flipped sprinkling of "erm actually the age of consent in some places is xyz"!) except all of the antis bought it this time because they personally thought the character was hot and that justifies as many loopholes in their logic as need be to make them not feel icky or ever have to think about their own capacity to do bad things. It's almost like the randomly generated number they stick on the wiki page for a character doesn't matter at all in comparison to how mature they look and act! You're so close to getting it!!!! Idk I'm tired. And randomly paranoid that tumblr won't keep me anon for this ask, if it's not then kmn ig

It doesn't help as well that Chaut also tells Amisia that she knows trolls YOUNGER than her that have already in quadrants. So that implies someone as young as say 3-4 years old, would have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe she doesn't imply outright sex or do pailing, but it shows that trolls in Alternia are aware of how their species reproduce and the consequences if they contribute for the Mother Grub. Just try to comprehend someone as young as that would have to know about sex and said child is told if they don't contribute to sex, they will DIE. By that logic, if someone as young as that could start a quadrant, then that means age gap would be NOTHING since they are all kids and they need to fuck with someone else to make future troll babies. If Alternia is not just a dangerously environmental planet that grooms aliens about racism and violence, it's also a breeding ground for the young. The other time WhatPumpkin backed down on the Hiveswap Trolls being older than the humans was with Hiveswap Act 2 where Elwurd would flirt with Joey. It has been implied in Elwurd's route in Hiveswap Friendsim that she is or close to an age of adulthood that she would have to leave the planet when she tells MSPA Reader that she and her ex (Bronya) wanted to request combat assignments on the same ship so they won't be separated.

Nobody was sure how old Joey was and people think she is 12 or 13. It wasn't until Homestuck Team in a Curious Cat question that they clarify that Joey is 14 years old since she was born in the year 1980, that Elwurd was 16 and Bronya was 17. But that raises the question on what can be considered adulthood at this point if someone like Elwurd and Bronya could request early to be on the same group before they can leave the planet for good. And knowing that most Jadebloods would have be sent to isolation upon adulthood, a request for a cerulean and jade to be together might be rare, but could be possible if planned ahead of time. So would the years of 16-18 are considered the early stages of young adulthood before becoming legal adults? So wouldn't that mean Elwurd will still be older than Joey in that regard because in Elwurd's POV and stance within Alternian society, she is already an adult at that point. And yeah, the trolls in Friendsim are kind of sexualized. At least by the end in Lanque's route where Ardata reminds you that the Hiveswap Friendsim game is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. And the Bad End in Lanque's route if you confirm you are an adult, is him and MSPA Reader (You) having a ONE NIGHT SEX STAND. Sure it fades out to black, but they don't beat around the bush that the two of them FUCKED. Lanque is stated in that same CuriousCat question that he is 18. So if the person playing the game was like 13 when they first played this game and would think MSPA Reader is the same age as them.... then yeah, that makes it all worse because of that 5 year age gap.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Coming back to the ask where the bachelor/bachelorette's react to the farmer having them as their muse, how would they react to the farmer showing off drawings of them (the bachelor/ettes) that are sort of suggestive? Not straight up smut, but enough for the farmer to slam their sketch book shut and look very embarrassed as their feelings are revealed in a very sudden and accidental way

I'm assuming, dear anon, if you're referring to this recent headcanon, that you also want specifically SVE bachelors/ettes in this ask too. I hope I'm not mistaken. Thanks for the ask and enjoy! 🫰

SVE bachelors:

Lance:

What a smug face, oh my! Lance's face was as pleased as a cat that had stolen sausages from the kitchen table. You could say he had a few admirers who exalted the gallant adventurer as a great muse, but what Lance didn't know was that Farmer had become an admirer as well. *Chuckles* Don't worry, he's just kidding. But Lance won't forget to praise the shy Farmer for their talent. A talented man is talented at everything, right?

Magnus Rasmodius:

Farmer caught Magnus at a bad time, as the wizard was very busy brewing potions. He turned his head for a second to look at Farmer's sketchbook and muttered that the sketch was beautiful, but now don't stop him from working. It wasn't until ten seconds later that his brain put together the puzzle of the picture he saw - his portrait, shirtless... He'll be in a bit of a stupor. Well, before his cauldron boils dangerously...

Victor:

To be honest, Victor had laughed a little when Farmer had told him that they had found the muse in him and painted him as a vampire sitting on a chair with his shirt unbuttoned. However, the smile on his face was quickly replaced by the reddening of his cheeks when Farmer quickly showed him his portrait. He's flattered, and would immediately say that Farmer's hands are golden - how skillfully they were able to draw... Well, now the young man knows that a good set of art supplies would make a great gift for them.

SVE bachelorettes:

Olivia:

The Farmer plucked up their courage after all and decided to show Olivia the drawings of her semi-nude noir portrait. Expecting former JojaMart manager to be outraged over the sketch they showed her, they were shocked when she wholeheartedly praised their work. It's a very nice sketch, and it's also noir, her favorite style! Farmer clearly has talent, and don't argue with her: she draws herself and knows what she's talking about. Hmm, Olivia might even pose for them, since Farmer sees her as his muse... Oh, darling, don't be so shy!

Claire:

Claire would have admired with delight the beautiful portrait of her, in the costume of her favorite heroine of the famous thriller, that Farmer had drawn. But she was too busy with her own shyness. No no, don't get her wrong, the drawings are wonderful - like a beautiful art movie poster. It's just... She didn't expect to be someone's muse, it's new to Claire. But it's really nice of Farmer.

Sophia:

Poor Farmer thought for a second that Sophia was going to faint - her face turned red so quickly. So they immediately closed their sketchbook and started apologizing for their silly drawings with her. In Sophia's mind there is just a real explosion of emotions: delight, joy and surprise that Farmer drew Sophia as a heroine of one of her favorite manga, as well as shyness and stupor from how beautiful it turned out... But the girl quickly comes to her senses and asks Farmer to show her sketches again. At least Farmer doesn't have to worry that the anime and manga lover didn't like the drawings.

[peachymilkandcream]

I raise you: Not only does Levi’s beating cause her to miscarry, but also renders her unable to ever have a child

If Levi's Beatings Made Evelyn Infertile

(A/N: Instead of a oneshot I figured the best way to do this was a Headcanon style. It makes more sense since a good portion of the Oneshots that happen are canon. (Some obviously are not but you know what I mean) But very interesting question Anon!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, miscarriage, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes/behaviours, misogyny, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, infertility, alcohol addiction, etc.

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For this to happen Levi would have to be not only exceedingly angry but probably wasted as well. He knows what damage he can do and what his strength is so soberly he makes sure never to take it too far.

Scenario wise it would have to be something utterly unforgivable such as trying to kill him, infidelity, etc. Since despite the circumstance Evelyn sticks with her vows (mostly so that in the case of escape he has no rumors to start that could limit the outside help she receives) so for this headcanon it would be something like trying to kill him.

Levi is a well off but also well disliked officer, so people threatening his life is old news, usually they disappear without much of a hassle. Because of this her attempt at his life is easily seen through and promptly stopped. Although that doesn't mean it makes him any less angry.

The betrayal and disgust drives him to drink, a little more than normal. And let's be honest, with all of the shit he's seen he's a functioning alcoholic so it would be a lot more than normal to get him drunk.

Shocker to no one he's an aggressive drunk, using his strength without thought behind it and taking something as natural to him as a punishment and taking it way too far.

Once he's through with her he'll leave her in her own blood and find a place to crash for a few hours and sober up, usually taking a bottle of whatever's nearby to help.

When he comes to his senses and checks on her he's shocked and worried to say the least. Never guilty, just worried. He'll get his personal physician to make sure she's alright which is when he'll get the news.

He's not devastated at the loss of the child, just disappointed because now his plans to baby trap her are postponed until she recovers. Although he doesn't regret it.

What he does regret is when after trying for longer than he thought necessary he brings her to be checked out to see what the problem was and why she wasn't conceiving. (He could never be the problem in this of course man believes he has sperm of steel)

After brief examination he's told the reality of what he's done and now he's devastated. Now he feels guilty, now he feels regret. And while Evelyn likes to see him have an inch of the pain he's inflicted on her she too is devastated since even if she escapes she'll never have the family she wanted.

It takes him months to cope with this, but eventually he gets over it. It hangs in the back of his mind but nothing can be done but move on with his life.

His plan to get over it is simply adoption. Since they both were children of the Underground and saw firsthand what that place could do to children he takes in what he can, being selective about it and making sure they're young enough to be taught well and of good genes to accurately carry on his name.

While Evelyn is against Levi coming within a hundred feet of a child she can't help but feel a small bit of contentment since these kids will in the end be extremely well off in life.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - to make you better

Can I have a request of Evershed and student Reader who is his biological daughter when she gets sick and needs a blood transfusion and Evershed volunteer to donate blood. - Anon💜

You wondered how long it had seen been since you had actually seen you dad, sure you sometimes called, but your mum and his wife didn’t get along, so eventually your mum moved your across the country.

Now you were here, stood in front the school you were told he worked out, and you found yourself nervous to go in.

“Can I help you with something?” A woman called from the door.

You snapped out of your head and shuffled on your feet as you watched her walk out.

“You can’t just linger on school property.” She said.

You sighed, nodding your head and you went to turn away.

“(Y/N)?”

You froze, and debated your options. You could either leave now, or you could stay.

“(Y/N) what’re you doing here? How did you get here?”

You watched as the man walked over and stood just in front of you, a frown on his face.

You looked up and gave a weak smile.

“Hi dad…”

“Jesus (Y/N), you look exhausted come on, come here.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and lead you to the entrance.

“Mr Evershed you can’t just bring kids into school, especially not ones found in the street.” A woman scoffed.

“Oh bite it Sue, it’s my daughter. Can we used your office Mandy?”

The woman who first spoke to you quickly nodded and led the way.

“Course, of course.”

She left you two alone and your dad helped your into a chair.

He walked around and sat on the edge of the desk as he looked at you.

You looked so different, so warn out, exhausted and like you’d been travelling for years.

“What’s going on? How’d you get here sweetheart?” He asked softly.

You looked up at Mr Evershed and shrugged a little.

“Just happened to be in the area…” you mumbled.

He frowned.

“Well, do you have somewhere to stay? You can stay with us if you’d like?” He asked.

You shook your head and rummaged through your bag, pulling out some papers you handed them to him.

“Need you to sign these, foster home can’t.”

“Foster home? Where’s your mum?”

You shrugged again and he sighed, getting up from the desk, he crouched in front of you, holding up the papers.

He set them on the floor and looked up at you.

“I’m not signing anything until you tell me what’s going on, I haven’t seen or heard from you in years, I tried calling but you disconnected your number (Y/N). I was so worried about you.”

You avoided his gaze, trying anything to avoid telling him anything.

“Can you just sign the papers, please?”

“No, we’re talking about this. What’s going on with you?”

You said nothing, just slumped down in the chair.

Mr Evershed sighed and picked up the papers, flicking through them.

They were all hospital papers, and he slowly looked up at you.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?”

He felt worry build up in his chest, he didn’t want to read these papers.

He couldn’t bring himself to read them, because he needed to know what was really going on with you, why you were here, why you needed him to sign them, why you were in foster care.

He needed answers that only you could give him, but you refused to utter a single word to him.

“Well, do you want to come for dinner at least? It’ll give me time to read over them.”

You thought about this before you slowly nodded your head and he smiled, putting the papers back in your bag as he stood up and held out his hand.

Looking at it, you took his hand, holding it lightly as he led you out of the office, and to his car.

He told you to wait there and went back into the school, and a few minutes later he came back out and drove you to his house.

He brought you inside, and got you to sit down on the sofa as he made you a cup of tea.

“So, tell me what’s new with you, friends? School?” He asked.

You spoke to him, telling about some of your friends but you weren’t currently in school.

“Your home schooled?” He asked.

“No, I’m enrolled in school, just don’t go.”

“Sweetheart you know it’s important.” He sighed.

You shrugged a little, resting your head on his shoulder as you held his hand.

You missed your dad, words couldn’t express how much you missed him.

Mr Evershed smiled, looking down at you as he kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you dad…”

“I missed you too sweetheart.” He sighed.

He got up to go change, and left you on the sofa, so you laid down, and soon enough you fell asleep.

You didn’t mean too, but you were constantly exhausted, and you just wanted to sleep all the time.

Mr Evershed came back down, and when he saw you asleep he smiled and walked over, kissing your head he covered you up with his blazer.

“What’s she doing here?”

“Gaynor.” He said.

He got up and they walked into the other room to talk.

He spoke to her about what was going on and she frowned as she looked at you fast asleep on the sofa.

“And she won’t tell you why she needs them?”

“No, I’ve tried asking. I’m hoping maybe she’ll say something after dinner.” Mr Evershed sighed.

His wife nodded her head and looked at the papers in her hands that he showed her.

It didn’t make much sense.

“Hospital stay, blood transfusion, and possible surgery? And only you can sign them.”

“Me or her mum but apparently she’s not with her mum anymore.”

His wife nodded her head and they decided to let you sleep as they made dinner.

They warned the other children to leave you alone while you slept, and they did.

It was Mr Evershed that woke you up, and you slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes as you looked around the house.

“Dinners ready.” He smiled.

“I’m not hungry…”

He frowned and brought over your plate and his, and he sat down with you.

He started to eat, but you wouldn’t touch your food, instead you just leant against him, drifting in and out of sleep.

“(Y/N) can you tell me what’s going on? I want to help.”

He stopped eating and turned to face you, and you looked past him to look at his family then turned your attention back towards him.

“Can we talk outside…?”

“Sure, yeah of course come on.”

He lead you to the front door and you both stepped outside and you sighed.

“I.. I’m sick dad.. it’s why you need to sign them…”

“Sick?”

You sighed and you explained everything to him.

You had been sick in and off for the past few years, you knew what it was, and if you wanted the treatments you needed blood transfusions but you needed the papers signed so you could get started.

Your dad was in tears as he listened carefully for you to talk.

“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell me any of this..?” He whispered.

“Because.. you’ve got your family… I just need to be put on the waiting list…” you mumbled.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, looking down at you as he took a shaky breath.

“How long is the waiting list?”

You shrugged a little.

“Can be a while unless I know someone who’s a match.”

He nodded and looked at you.

“Right, we’re going first thing in the morning. I should be a match. So we’ll do the test and if we are you’re getting that treatment right away and you’ll be staying here with me now.”

“Dad…”

“No. It’s not up for debate okay? I’ve missed so much, I’m not letting you leave again, and I’m certainly not letting you go through this alone.”

So he talked to his wife and she agreed for you to stay as well, that it was for the best.

So they set up the sofa for you, and said they’d sort something better out soon.

Morning came around quickly, and you and your dad were straight at the hospital to get everything sorted.

He was a match, and he willingly agreed to do the transfusions for you.

He was going to be with you every step of the way, and he was going to do whatever it is he had to do so you would get better.

You were his little girl, his daughter, and he needed you to be okay. So if that meant him giving blood he would, if it meant him giving a kidney he would, he would give life and limb for you just so you weren’t sick anymore

[star-going-supernova]

(idea anon) siblings AU mixed with a Vanny and Vanessa are twins AU, the 2 of them being the ultimate security guard tag team duo (and best caregivers gregory could ask for), the other staff now have 2 crushes

So! This is tumblr generated prompt number 13, and it’s the top one, but I realized I had more than one prompt for Vanessa and Vanny being twins, so I kinda threw them all together, haha. This ended up not being siblings AU, and it’s instead a whole new “everything’s beautiful and nothing hurts” AU!

Here Comes the Chaos 

“If you hadn’t told me you were twins, I wouldn’t have even thought you were related,” Gregory said. To Vanessa’s amusement, his expression was all bewilderment, but with a tired sort of twist to it, like he was finding his bafflement inconvenient. 

“We get that a lot,” Vanessa admitted, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed. 

He huffed. “What’s the point if you can’t even have fun twin shenanigans.” 

She shuddered just imagining what sort of chaos Gregory would be capable of if he had an identical twin. The creepy resemblance to the Aftons’ youngest was bad enough. Bless Evan for not being a gremlin, though, or else babysitting the both of them would be twice as hellish. If Michael’s haunted stares were any indication, she had it easy. The perks of being liked by Gregory, she supposed. 

They both watched Vanessa’s twin, Vanity, up on the stage. She made for a good pirate, and her reddish-brown hair meant she matched Foxy well. Vanity swung her sword around, nearly taking off another performer’s head. With the regularity that such a close call happened, Vanessa had to hope it was scripted. 

Kids gasped and giggled as Vanity strutted across the stage, sword raised dramatically as she declared the treasure map to be pointing in this direction! Foxy had to grab her to keep her from walking straight off the platform. 

Gregory suddenly snickered. She glanced at him curiously. 

“Just imagining you up there with her,” he said. “You could be the mermaid.” 

The STAFF bot stand-in for the mermaid—who was out sick, according to Vanity’s emoji-laden despairing texts earlier—wore a seashell bra and had a cardboard fin tapped in front of its wheels. 

“I’d rather die.” 

He laughed. “So who got their job first? You or her?” 

“Me.” Vanessa smiled slightly, remembering when she’d announced her new place of employment. All through high school, she and Vanity had gotten jobs together—until her night guard gig. Vanity had thrown herself onto the couch like a distraught, fainting maiden, screeching her displeasure to the high heavens when she found out. But because Vanessa was an awesome older sister—by eleven whole minutes; it counted!—she’d pointedly mentioned the pizzaplex was looking to hire new performers to do skits and stuff with the animatronics. Only after her overdramatic sister had finished hollering her woes, of course. 

Their parents had always said they were perfect opposites. Vanessa with her introversion and preference for quiet and general dislike of people, especially in large crowds, versus Vanity with her love of being the center of attention and her crazy amounts of energy, both generally and socially. Vanessa had worked backstage in theater class; Vanity had sought the spotlight. Vanessa found a job that had the least amount of human interaction possible; Vanity thrived during meet-and-greets.

That the two of them got along so well—for the most part—was nothing short of a miracle, probably. 

Her and Gregory’s conversation was put on pause as the show ended, and the audience started clapping. Kids in the front row were jumping to their feet, shrieking excitedly as Foxy and Vanity tossed some plastic gold coins at them between bows. 

Vanessa checked her watch. The brat’s parents would be arriving soon to pick up their hellspawn, so they’d need to get going if Gregory was going to say goodbye to Freddy without feeling rushed. 

He interrupted her musings on whether she could take advantage of her employee status and use the employee hallways to get them there quicker—anything to avoid the irritating crowds. “So. Does she kid-sit too?” 

A violent shudder spasmed through her. “Absolutely not,” Vanessa blurted out, horrified. “The two of you aren’t ever allowed to meet.” Oh, she shouldn’t have said anything. She shouldn’t have offhandedly pointed Vanity out as they sat down to watch the show. What a fool her past naive self had been. “I forbid—”

“Too late.” Gregory shot forward, sending her a grin fit for the devil over his shoulder. Vanity, who’d clearly been heading over to say hi, drew up to a halt as Gregory intercepted her. 

Dismayed, Vanessa watched as like recognized like. Vanity sent her a wild-eyed smile of excitement, one better suited for indicating a cute dog. The end of the world was upon them. 

She buried her face in her hands with a groan, slumping further down in her chair. What had she done? Vanessa peeked through her fingers in time to watch Vanity draw her sword with a flourish and promptly hand it to Gregory. 

She lunged to her feet with a wheezed-out sound of denial. “No! Nope! No swords for the ten-year-old!” 

Vanity smashed into her before she could wrestle it out of the far-too-gleeful child’s hands. “Run, lad!” her traitor twin cried. “I’ll hold ’er off!” And Gregory, the little monster, bolted with a cackle, armed and ready to make that everyone else’s problem.