#all of them were able to get out of the dark pit xD

[introvertedfox]

I met with a childhood friend a couple of days ago who proceeded to ask me, in secret as if he was talking about something illegal, if the sims were still a thing.

Oh, my sweet summer child, you don't want to open that pandora box. xD

[wistsandmagic]

@emptymanuscript

So we're not threadjacking that poor person's post anymore. XD

YES, in G1 Skyfire and Starscream were scientist buddies pre-War. That remains in some continuities, and is honestly the fan-favourite for the two of them in most iterations. Key word being most.

In the Aligned continuity (Which Transformers Prime is a part of, I know you're watching right now~) Megatron was a gladiator, yes. He rose to the top of the gladiatorial pits, though he was also a poet. Somewhat of the embodiment of the warrior-poet, though not as much as what is portrayed in the IDW continuity.

For Prime and other Aligned-related bits (the novels, RID 2015, Rescue Bots, etc.) he definitely has the braggadocio, and the cunning. He is moderately science-minded, in the way that all bots must be to some extent to be able to operate their own technology, but he is not a scientist, nor was he ever any kind of aristocrat. One of his biggest things is bragging about how he came from the pits and worked his way up from nothing. It's one reason he resorts so very easily to violence, despite his clear and marked intelligence. In...most cases. We are not including the idiocy that is EVERYTHING to do with Dark Energon, because then we would have no cartoon plot.

I am still mad about what they did to Cliffjumper. I know it was necessary for the plot, but the poor guy didn't even make it halfway through the season! Though, it is thematically important, both what they did and how Arcee is treated and developed. Keep an eye on it!

IDW goes much the same route with Megatron being a warrior-poet who started in the mines, got in trouble and wound up in the gladiatorial pits as punishment, and then rose to the top as a gladiator, then used that infamy to publish his works condemning the Senate. Which caught the eye of Orion Pax and Senator Shockwave, resulting in some interesting times Pre-War. Megatron, however, believed that violence was the only way to solve the corruption plaguing Cybertron, and others...disagreed. Hence you get the start of hatred, perceived betrayal, and a severe rivalry that ends up in all-out War, with some bots unfortunately getting caught in the middle of it and getting their lives destroyed even before tensions became full-fledged battle (but this is about Megatron and I will not tangent into a Shockwave rant....)

As for aristocracy and Megatron...that is straight from Transformers Animated, back in 2007. It's not part of the Aligned continuity, it's its own thing. Again, we don't actually know Megatron's backstory in that, just what we get in the show and some snippets of him leading the 'Cons in the past. We know he overthrew Megazarak, who led the Decepticons as a splinter off of the Destrons, and the claim is that Megazarak was exiled, though everyone knows Megatron straight up killed him.

From clues in the show he likes the finer things in life and has both the means and the contacts to get said finer things, and he knows how to carry himself as an aristocrat. Now whether or not that is a put-on is hard to say, but evidence points to him having actually been a Cybertronian aristocrat back in the day. Yes he is large like other Warframes, which society at large has deemed makes one automatically a Decepticon, since Autobots seem to generally be of the companion and civilian frame-types (besides Warrior classes like Optimus, Sentinel, and Ultra Magnus, but even THEY are small in comparison to Decepticons, though they are lauded as the elite of the elite in Autobot society), however, Megatron's frame shape says that he is a Warrior class, not a "Warframe". He looks as though he has modified himself to be larger, like the true Warframe Decepticons, but his shape belies the fact that he was clearly a Warrior class at some point in time. He also speaks and behaves like an aristocrat, not like one pretending at it. He doesn't like getting his hands dirty when someone else can do the dirty work for him, for instance. He seems to feel as though the world owes him a favour, and not in the way that delusions of grandeur usually manifest, as they do in Starscream. He is the elite, of course the world owes him a favour!

But again, this is all conjecture, as we're never actually given that bit of backstory. Animated ended too soon, tragically.

[sarroora]

*scuttles in and stares at you intensely*

Hey 🦀

Got any more HCs for the lads?

Also if you had the chance to make a new Top Cat movie or a reboot how would you do it?

Well what a week oh my God I had to wait till the weekend to finally open my inbox proper

Dibble's wife is a bit uneasy around cats. She doesn't hate them, per se, but she's not exactly at ease around them either. Which makes for some...interesting convos

Dibble (and T.C.) nearly had a heart attack once when they realized Brain was sleeping under the police car's hood during a cold January morning. After giving Brain an earful, Top Cat turned to Dibble and started chewing HIM out, to which Dibble indignantly asked, "The heck did I do?! I'm as freaked as you are!"

Dibble can say whatever he wants - T.C. does know how to throw a fun yet super affordable Bingo party. Yes, he's not allowed to, technically, but when he does, a good number of people in the neighborhood do show up, and agree to 'forget' to tell Dib about it the next day

Excessive shedding is viewed in cat culture a lot worse than how humans view something like early baldness - they HATE it. And a cat afflicted will do EVERYTHING they can to reduce or reverse it. And like with claws, it's mortifying to even go to a doctor for it..

The cats are all rather independent, but if there's someone who's less okay with solitude and spending time alone, it's Choo Choo. He's chatty (shyness around girls is a different matter) and thrives on social interaction and physical closeness. He knows that the fastest way to form a bond with someone is to be open and vulnerable, which is true but something T.C. disapproves of and warns him about all the time. Sharing personal things about himself with anyone could bring in some real ugly people into his/their lives who'd use info against them

"Also if you had the chance to make a new Top Cat movie or a reboot how would you do it?" ah dude I could go on for pages about this if no one stopped meh, so I'm gonna make myself keep it short lol ~

I'm the kind of creative who needs a non-creative, business-minded person to make sure things balance out. If it's all up to me, I'll create only the kind of work that I want and falls in line with my vision and creative integrity. I’ll ignore any budget in place and not care about any trends. Which would probably make my business partner(s) lose. Their. Hair XXD.

For example, a Top Cat movie by me has to be set before the mobile/internet era. I'm not budging on this, and me and business partner would probably battle with chairs in a mud pit over it XD. (I mean, if I were Christopher Nolan I'd probably be able to get away with whatever I want but since I'm not I gotta cater for the masses lol)

The movie would be less serious than CGaL, yet just a little bit darker than the OG series still. Each of the cats would have their time to shine for God's sake. And Dibble would actually have a personality.

Since it's a movie, it would be mostly action with a bit of drama. But if it's a series, it would instead be mostly drama with bits of action. Tbh it being a series (or a movie franchise?) would give me a lot more room to write and flesh out the characters better. I wouldn't create any crossovers or a cinematic universe with other HB cartoons, tho - it's a fun concept for sure but I wouldn't do it.

I'd rather the movie be in 2D, but if I went with 3D, I'd want nothing less than the badass cel-shaded look of Sonic x Shadow Generations: Dark Beginnings. GOD that's the stuff. I can't believe this was done in Blender it looks fanTASTIC

[trashynyland]

@ammylikesbugs

Cool cool. I'll be honest. Them meeting is lore I'm still working out but so far it's this.

Dan was crowned as one of the newest members of the Gem Kings. More knowledge was needed on science and medicine. Plus, Dan had shown his worth to the leader of the Gem Kings. But long story short, Dan was soon given the task to find out what was wrong with a rabid cult that had been taking over the Gem Kingdoms.

The group consisted of hybrids who had seemingly gone insane. They acted wild and like rabid animals. Somehow these hybrids had created a cult that believed humans were killing off hybrids in order for themselves to take back control over the world they all lived in.

Everyone thought that this cult consisted of insane hybrids, ones who'd lost their ways and basically went to the dark side. But Dan did some observing and noticed that the group was only as insane as they were because of a new disease they'd been infected with.

Stampy happened to be the leader of the cult but he did not run it. Sqaishey was the one who ran everything while Stampy more so acted as a pawn.

Lots of planning with the Gem Kings later and an attack was thrown at this cult. Dan was able to capture Stampy (but in Dan's dumbness had no idea Stampy was the leader) and the attack group retreated.

Dan's role then was to figure out how to find a cure for this disease whole also trying to learn what it was and how exactly it worked. This took months but in those months Stampy's more sane side was able to "come out" more as Dan spent more and more time with him. Stampy learning new things and truths every day.

Also during this time Dan started gaining a crush on Stampy. A crush that Dan bullied himself about it and stuck his foot deep into the denial pit. Ant being the God of Knowledge (he's actually not. Everyone just calls him that. Ant is just an extremely smart human) knew Dan's secret and the truth of it. Ant later informing Jordan about it (who at the time was Ant's best friend but that's later lore).

Yada yada yada time passing. Stampy is cured and it's decided that Stampy stays in Dan's care to make sure the hybrid is properly ok. Meanwhile the cult is captured and all heals. Oops why don'tcha look at that. Plot twist. Sqaishey was actually a mage in disguise as a hybrid and was the one who implemented the plan to poison hybrids and turn them against humans. And turns out the reason was because Stampy wanted to divorce her when he realized he was no longer in love with her but a male human that use to live near them. Basically she went full jealousy mode and manipulated Stampy.

Now Stampy has trust issues upon learning every thing.

While Stampy stays with Dan, Dan finds out that Stampy is actually a God. He found this out after doing a dumb move during an experiment and almost accidentally killing himself. Stampy came to the rescue. Of course this amplified Dan's crush on Stampy.

In Concy world cat hybrids are extremely rare. A cat hybrid who's also a God ex exponentially rare. So to protect Stampy they put him into the care of the King of Goldia. The king decides to make Stampy prince and sort of used him like Sqaishey did.

Comic lore I won't talk about~

After that there's a knew king for Goldia who's actually not insane (wow no way) and Stampy is treated like an actual person by Goldia. Stampy stays prince because he does want to rule Goldia some day he realizes. But also so he has an excuse to be near Dan.

So soooooo much else I could get into and ramble about but I won't.

Basically Stampy also has a crush on Dan but the two won't admit their feelings. Dan will joke about his love for Stampy (but Stampy doesn't know if its serious or not). And yeah.

Hope that answered something XD

[ryttu3k]

Tavias and his thoughts on the companions, and other assorted characters. CW for the Dark Urge's whole storyline tbh.

Most Important People

Astarion: Thinking Thoughts About The L Word but neither have actually said it yet. He feels safe and comfortable around him and honestly he's quite happy with the way their relationship is going right now (cuddling and physical closeness and non-sexual intimacy). There's this strong desire to keep him safe, but he also knows Astarion isn't to be coddled, and they're both slowly working out How To People after long periods of time belonging to someone else. He knows they're both going to have to navigate this relationship slowly, carefully, and with a lot of communication to get through their messy pasts and boatloads of trauma, but is absolutely willing to put in the work.

Gale: Gale gets magic in a way none of the others do, so they initially bonded over that (and Tavias teaching Gale his latent sorcerous abilities!), and their morals are fairly similar. He can understand why Gale wants power because goddamn the rush of Knowing Shit is good, feeling safe is good, all that! He understands that! He just… also knows the downsides of it fairly acutely, so he'll be doing all he can to try and convince Gale he's enough as he is without the crown, the same as he's trying to convince himself that he's enough as he is without being Daddy's Little Cult Leader. Genuinely feels bad that he doesn't reciprocate Gale's crush on him, and wouldn't want to offer casual sex because he knows it'd be more meaningful to Gale than it would be to him, but absolutely values him as a close friend.

Jaheira: She's his Mum now. He's reassured in her presence both by the fact that she's promised to stand with him so long as he's fighting the Urge, and the knowledge that she could kill him if it was necessary to protect the others. He also greatly looks up to her knowledge and advice, and secretly loves her snarky side. There's a lot of affectionate teasing there.

Withers: Grandpa :)

No but honestly, after That One Event, he just ends up hero-worshipping the guy - he looks up to Withers even more than he used to look up to Bhaal. Withers is the one who gave him his life back, who gave him freedom. Post-game, when Withers asks him to become his Chosen and work on eradicating the Dead Three and their cults, he agrees immediately, because he trusts him implicitly and wants to work with him. Even before That One Event, he thought Withers was fascinating and wanted to sit and listen to any stories he'd give; post-game, that's his Grandpa / Hero / Deity.

The Other Companions

Wyll: Likes and admires his positivity and confidence a lot, and definitely thinks Wyll makes a better leader than he does - he'll often defer to Wyll to make big decisions. Wants to fight Mizora in a pit, really bad. Sometimes feels a bit awkward around him because Wyll is such a Good-aligned person that Tavias feels like he might corrupt him a bit just by his presence, even though he knows cognitively that Wyll's done some pretty dark stuff too.

Karlach: Adores how much life she has, although he has trouble relating to her. Ironically, he'll actually start relating to her more after she breaks down after killing his ex Gortash, because he can't really understand how she's managed to stay optimistic even when so much is against her. He also knows that his past with Gortash makes things… a bit messy, even if he sees himself as a very different person now, so he feels a little awkward around her.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel: He relates to both in the sense that they were all raised in a terrifying cult XD;; So he's quite emotionally invested in all three of them being able to break away and choose their own paths, because fuck Bhaal, fuck Shar, and fuck Vlaakith, they're not pawns any more! As people, he does struggle to relate to them a bit - Shadowheart started off very snarky and closed-off, and she hasn't opened up to him as much as Astarion eventually did, so he still sees a bit of distance between them, and Lae'zel can be Harsh and Kind Of Scary, although he respects her a lot.

Halsin: He's cool. He can't even remotely relate but he likes the dude. Sees him kind of the Team Dad, albeit not as much as Jaheira is his Mum now - just in the sense that Halsin looks after them all, and is the oldest and wisest of the group. Feels a little sheepish about the fact that Halsin is attracted to him but Tavias just... doesn't reciprocate, lowkey considering hooking him up with Gale.

Okay so. That has changed somewhat!!

Minsc: Pending since they haven't met yet and I don't know what their interactions will be like, but I feel he'll like and respect him along the same lines as Jaheira, just not as intensely because Minsc hasn't been there as long and is more…….. Minsc-ish. He may also be somewhat terrified of Boo 8D

(Listen. The hamster knows things.)

Friendly Non-Companions

Scratch and Bite: They're his children now :) He particularly is fond of Bite (the owlbear cub) in the sense that he also thinks people smell tasty but also won't eat them :D

Isobel: Someone who needs to be protected. He knows from the sheer viciousness of his Urge that she's a genuinely good, sweet person, and is legitimately proud that he was able to fight his Urge enough to keep her safe.

Aylin: Absolutely fascinated by her. Like him, she's the child of a deity; unlike him, she's empowered by it and very much her own person instead of being a puppet of Selûne, like he would have ended up a puppet of Bhaal. Thinks she's badass and he loves how confident she is. He wouldn't mind having the ability to fly, either!

Volo: Thinks he's goddamn hilarious. Is also never going to trust him with an ice pick again, although on the other hand, seeing invisibility is pretty cool!

Arabella: So protective of her (both because she's a baby sorcerer, and because keeping her safe was one of the first times he was able to resist the Urge), and kind of wanted to teach her himself, but also knows he wouldn't be the best option. He'd do his best to watch out for her to the best of his ability, and I can see him basically being like, hey, if you ever want to chill for a bit, you can hang out with me. Little sister, basically.

Yenna: A sweet kid. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, he just doesn't really have any particularly strong feelings about her as a person. She's A Kid To Be Kept Safe, and he's just not as interested in her as a person as he is with Arabella.

Devella: Doesn't know her very well, but he was very touched by her trust and encouragement after he revealed his background, and would happily help her out with a lot.

Negative and Complicated Emotions

The Emperor: Deep distrust. A part of him always suspected that he'd turn on them all if they didn't go along with him, and Tavias greatly resents how much he manipulated not just him, but all of them. Also he suspects the Emperor definitely knew who Tavias was and the fact that he kept that knowledge back frustrates him greatly.

Orpheus: Pretty intimidated by him. There's no actual liking there, and while he's happy to fight alongside him, he just doesn't feel much emotion over his ultimate fate.

Cazador, Mystra, Mizora, Zariel, Viconia, Vlaakith, Shar: It's on sight, bitch.

Ethel: She's hilarious but if she implies Astarion liked being a slave again he's going to turn her into a meat crime.

Ketheric: Never got to fully work it out because Ketheric died before Tavias started remembering stuff, but he Did Not Like him, and always got the impression that Ketheric looked down on him and Gortash. Which. He actually did. So, fair.

Sceleritas: Prior to his lobotomy, Tavias adored Sceleritas, the closest thing he had to an actually-present parent. While Bhaal's presence loomed large over Tavias' first decade in the cult, Sceleritas was actually there, and even after Bhaal returned in full, Sceleritas was still much more actually involved. He was encouraging, supportive, and enjoyed being murdered, what more would a baby Bhaalspawn want?

Post-lobotomy, of course, Sceleritas became a figure of fear. Tavias just wanted answers, and he wasn't getting them, and instead Sceleritas was urging him to do awful things, and it was all quite terrible. (For Sceleritas' part, he actually did recognise that his young master had changed irrevocably and was beginning to get quite sick of the soft boy he had become, and tbh was a little on the relieved side when Bhaal killed him for good!)

Orin: So messy. She hated him, and vice versa. She was his little sister. She was his rival. She was his best friend. She was an enemy. She was his partner in crime. She was an obstacle to be taken out. She was someone to protect. She was someone to kill. She was a more deserved candidate. She was his usurper. She tried to kill him. She saved his life. They had that very peculiar relationship where two young people in deeply fucked-up circumstances develop this permanent bond - they tried to kill each other more times than either could count, but they also would kill anyone who messed with the other. He wasn't at all surprised when Orin came to kill him, and after, he ended up feeling a weird form of gratitude that she had - she had, quite unintentionally, given him a second chance at life and being a normal person. He feels guilty about having to kill her for the rest of his life, and would have given a lot for her to have another chance, too, but also knows she was just... too far gone. Yeah, messy.

Sarevok: Pure. Unadulterated. Loathing. He's never hated anyone so much as he's hated his 'big brother', and honestly, the feeling was pretty mutual. Aside from a massive case of the icks from a) the circumstances of Orin's conception, b) the fact that he pitted Orin, Helena, and Tavias against each other to try to do the same again, and so c) he spent the better part of fifteen years trying to avoid Big Brother's attempts to knock him up, he knows Sarevok has always resented Tavias for being more 'pure' than he was and for his higher position in the cult, and believes that Sarevok is a dusty, washed-up old pervert who should go take a long walk off a short pier. In short, absolutely no love whatsoever between them.

Gortash: The first person he was ever in love with. He saw them as equals, partners in crime, friends. He could see a future with Gortash that didn't involve Bhaal, and that scared the shit out of him. If Gortash had said, hey, look, what if we ditched this whole Absolute plot and our gods and just rule Baldur's Gate and Faerûn in its own right together, he would have seriously considered saying yes.

Obviously, post-lobotomy it's pretty different. He still can't stop the immediate physical response of his body upon seeing him in the Colony of, "That's my lover", but he also knows cognitively that This Is An Enemy, and by the time Gortash reveals their past together, he's already put Gortash in the category of Enemy That Must Be Stopped. So there's a lot of conflicted feelings there. A part of him would love for Gortash to end his plans; he also knows he wouldn't be, well, Gortash if he did. Another part wants to throw away everything and join him, maybe with Astarion as the third holder of the Netherstones, but also refuses to do that because he's no longer that person. Another part is just horrified at the evils Gortash has committed, especially now he's friends with Karlach, while also feeling guilt about the fact that he's done the same, if not worse.

He's still going to kill Gortash, but he's going to hate doing it, even if it won't emotionally destroy him as much as killing Orin will.

And last but definitely not least:

Bhaal: There's more or less three phases of Tavias' feelings about Bhaal. First, from ages 11-21, from killing his foster parents and being taken in by the cult, to Bhaal's return - Bhaal was a distant figure that Tavias was being taught to revere. If Tavias was very good and was a good little murderer and proto-cult leader, his real father would return, and maybe! he'd even love him! A distant and kind of scary figure, but also one to look up to, one to work towards, one to try to make proud.

Bhaal returns when Tavias is 21, and Tavias promptly loses his goddamn mind. Not only do his violent urges become the Urge, as in Bhaal actually speaking in his mind and occasionally taking over, leaving periods of dissociation, but he's named Chosen of a deity who is very much right there, able to enact punishment if he acts out, or to dispense with rewards if he does well. Tavias just wants to be loved! He wants Bhaal to be proud of him! So he absolutely throws himself into being The Best Dang Bhaalspawn in Baldur's Gate, if not all of Toril, in the hope that Bhaal will love and be proud of him. And he does! He shows his approval! He trusts Tavias to lead his cult! He encourages the Absolute plan Tavias came up with! He's winning at Being The Best Bhaalspawn, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve! He's really doing it!! He's giddy and delighted and that's his Dad!!

Aaaand then Orin sticks a knife in his brain and Tavias' memories - and desire to Be The Best Bhaalspawn - go bye-bye. When he wakes up again, he has no idea who Bhaal is; when he starts hearing about this God of Murder, his first reaction is fear, because it's always been underneath it all. Dad's scary! He's redirected his desire to be loved and accepted towards his companions, and what's left for Bhaal is the terror that was always there. When he learns who and what he is, that fear intensifies, because now he can actually put a name to those Urges that killed Alfira and threatened innocents like Isobel and people he loves like Astarion, and also knows that things won't end until he faces Bhaal personally.

Which. Is scary as fuck, because God of Murder and also his Dad.

For the last twenty years, he's lived for Bhaal. Who is he, without him? That's going to be the next big question he'll need to answer - the most important one of all.

[sunkingwrites]

kassss how has your day been? I hope it’s been good! or at least okay, or maybe decent :D

i’m workin’ on a lil surprise rn, and kinda vibing to your shinsou playlist like the true sleep deprived boi I am xD maybe, just kinda, singing some songs as loud as I can (without getting a noise complaint) <3

your playlists are such a vibe— I’m still squealing over your playlist for me 😭 my legs also won’t sit still- I just wanna get up and bounce around but I’m already sore from my other bouncing session TvT

aHHhhH THE THING IS SO CUTE SJOWJDFK WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE???

this is from yesterday,, so I'm tryyiinng to remember how my day was yesterday... uuhhh- OHHHH- HBAJSHBASIJNCKKS OH SHIT I WENT OUT FOR SUSHI YESTERDAY AND GOT DRUNK THEN WENT TO A TRAMPOLINE PARK THAT WASN'T ACTUALLY A TRAMPOLINE PARK-- disappointing.. i know, it was an acTUAL trampoline park the last time I went there,, but know it's half an indoor soccer field, and half a kids' playplace-- soooo WE WENT TO THE PLAYPLACE,, and I kept hitting my head on shit! And and there was a ball pit that I crawled through and threw balls at my friend who had a butt plug in the ENTIRE TIME,, like bitch- take that thang out and clean it when you need to go,, we've been running around on this playground for like an HOur and you're DruNkEr thAN mE???

ANYWAYY- I ended up stepping all over them and their plugged ass after brutally defeating them in a slide race-- their jeans got them stuck in the middle of the slide.... it was really funny--

uuhhhhhh-- I got caught on a piece of equipment at one point and was hanging off the floor by my ankle that had ropes stuck around it,, and I started to not be able to feel my foot anymore!! But then my boyfriend came and untied me, and my friend's partner pulled my out by my legs from the bottom of the equipment-- so then I went on that thing aGAIN AND I DIDN'T GET STUCK THAT TIME!!!

annnd- OH OH, there was this little kid with their guardian/parent and they were scared to jump onto one of the bounce pillows, so our group of four (adults with piercings, alt clothing, and dark makeup) were cheering on this little kid, and then they jumped and when they landed we all cheered for them!! wooO WOOO!!! and THEN, the kid's parent/guardian cheered us all on when we went to go jump on the bounce pad and IT WAS GREATTT!!! :D

buuutt uuhhh,, yeah! That's what happened yesterday- and then I was really sweaty so we said our goodbyes and went home to shower and sleeeppp

<3333333

UHBAJSDHJNAKS BUT YEAH, MUSIC- I haven't added to any of my playlists for the last couple songs so I might put on some headphones soon and listen to some new songs to catch some vibes to infuse into some more playlists-- I'll make sure to add something to yours and Hitoshi's playlist since you said you were listening to it as well!! <333 MWAH MWAH, SENDING YOU HIGHFIVES AND HEAD PATS AND SNUGGLES!!!

[descendant-of-truth]

It's been like a million years since we've talked, but I'm here to participate in the ask game! Thoughts on... A sequel to "Kid Icarus: Uprising"!

The fact that they don't seem to be making one by now is a crime

It's also downright confusing because they clearly want this series to be in the public conscious?? Smash Bros is the biggest vehicle Nintendo has to emphasize their game franchises, and they give a surprising amount of attention to Kid Icarus.

Think about it - Pit was the only character to get a redesign for Brawl, and ever since Uprising came out, Palutena and Dark Pit were added as characters and the cast talked about every single fighter as an easter egg, twice.

Pit shows up in most character reveal trailers, was one of three characters to get a speaking role in World of Light, and when Smash 4 was announced, Kid Icarus was showcased alongside the likes of Mario, Zelda, and Kirby.

So I don't think a sequel is completely off the table - but I wouldn't be surprised if it was stuck in some kind of development hell, if they've started on one yet. It's been nearly a decade since Uprising, after all.

But if you're wanting to know what I think a sequel would be like, then it'd make sense if it followed in Uprising's footsteps. You probably wouldn't be able to equip as many extra powers due to the lack of a second screen, but maybe the trade-off would be longer flight time?

More missions as Dark Pit and possibly even other characters would be great to see as well! Even though the last game wrapped up the loose ends of its plot, there's a lot more room for character dynamics to play out, which of course was one of the main appeals. There's also the fact that quite a bit of humanity has turned on Palutena and Pit now, due to the events of the time skip, which would create a lot of storytelling opportunities whenever Pit needs to go to earth.

This part is just wishful thinking but, Pit and/or Dark Pit confrontation with Palutena?? Please??? I've spent so much time thinking about the subtle but very real conflict there for it to never be addressed again

(Also Dark Pit barely got to interact with Palutena at all and I need more of that in my life)

But in the event that they don't make a sequel game, I will also accept a sequel TV show. There's less pressure on the developers to make a grand plot that way, and it also wouldn't require them to adapt the very handheld gameplay onto a big screen. I'll take just about anything at this point though XD

Thanks for the ask!

[crystalirises]

'Til Forever, May We Never Part

Dream and Fundy being murder husbands <3 (ft. their son Yogurt who is just here to vibe and has no clue that his parents are plotting murder)

TW: Implied Murder, Implied Death, Threats, and Implied Pregnancy

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/80912506

Fundy plucked the arrow from the ground, wiping the green blood-stained head against the fading body of the prison warden. He waited for the corpse to fade, relishing in the stench of gunpowder and blood. Soon, the body was gone. Fundy headed towards a nearby berry bush, pushing the leaves and branches away before finally spotting his unruly kit within the brambles. Yogurt was biting into a sweet berry that Fundy had given him before the murder, blue eyes glancing up the moment Fundy reached for him. A smile appeared on his kit’s face, the little fox hybrid nuzzling into his neck, unaware of what his papa had just done. Fundy ran a hand through his son’s hair. They were taking Dream home today. Now all they needed to do was visit his cell.

With Yogurt in his arms, he headed inside the prison, rolling his eyes at the onslaught of heat. The warden had no respect or sympathy for his husband, was he trying to give him a heat stroke? Yogurt began to whine, ears flicking down while he tried to squirm out of Fundy’s hold. He’d have to make their reunion quick before the warden came back and before Yogurt ran off on his own. He headed towards Dream’s cell, reaching for the mechanism that would make the lava wall disappear into the ground. He wrinkled his nose at how long it took for the lava to clear, his little Yogurt was beginning to cry. The sooner they leave, the sooner Yogurt can be happy and the sooner he can finally hold his husband in his arms. The lava finally fizzled to the ground, Fundy holding tightly onto Yogurt before stepping onto the raised bridge that would lead him to Dream.

His husband was tucked in one corner of the room by the time Fundy reached the cell. Dream threw a cautionary look upwards, the glare quickly disappearing once he spotted Fundy. He lunged forward, pulling both Fundy and Yogurt into a warm embrace. He giggled, pressing a kiss against his husband’s cheek. Gods, he’d missed him so much. Yogurt whined in between both of them, angry that he was being squished. “Took your sweet time, babe. I thought you left me.”

“After you sent me out on that quest? You bet your fucking ass I took my sweet time freeing you. Your siblings sends their regards.” Fundy moved away from the embrace. He loved his husband with all his heart, but he smelt like shit. With the sleeve of his jacket, he wiped at his nose, trying to breathe in the scent of the outside world. They both began to head down the bridge, Dream reaching to run a hand through Yogurt’s messy white hair. The little fox hybrid yipped, his tail wagging against Fundy’s arms. Fundy could tell that Dream wanted to hold their son, but he wasn’t getting anywhere near Yogurt until he took an hour long bath. “XD’s so… dumb. It took a bit of convincing but I sneakily managed to persuade them to give me permission to craft End Crystals. If your older sibling hates me, that’s on you. I only did what you asked me to do, babe.”

“I’ll deal with them when the time comes. You did good, babe. You did really well, darling.” Dream pressed a kiss against his cheek, stopping at the end of the bridge to jokingly hold out a hand towards Fundy. He rolled his eyes before placing his hand on Dream’s, wincing when bits of dirt stuck to his own hand. Dream wouldn’t let go though, and he wouldn’t until they were both home. Yogurt squirmed in Fundy’s hold, kicking until he finally let him back down. Yogurt patted the obsidian floor, tail brushing against the hard stone. Fundy gently took his small hand in his before following Dream further out of the prison. “I can’t wait to be home with you again.”

He loudly purred at the thought. Really, Dream had been ridiculous to ask him to leave after Doomsday. Fundy had taken out New L’Manburg’s supplies, fooling everyone into believing that he’d fallen off the deep end when really he’d only been helping his husband. New L’Manburg. Manburg. L’Manburg. Whatever name people gave that worthless piece of land. It didn’t matter, it had to go. It was a curse, a parasite, a weed that sucked the happiness from everyone who ever dared to love it. He knew that since L’Manburg’s independence. When Dream had come to him after his first death, asking if he understood what needed to be done. He hadn’t believed in the man’s beliefs, but after living through history itself, he knew that L’Manburg had to go. Now it was gone, but its spirit was not. He squeezed his husband’s hand, eyes taking in the scars that ran down Dream’s skin. The heart of L’Manburg lived on for its people still lived. That wouldn’t do.

“Quackity visited me recently. He asked me to join his new country, or casino, or some shit. What do you say we start with him first?” Dream flinched at the mention of the duck hybrid, and Fundy knew exactly what had caused his husband’s scars. He knew which person he’d have to kill for Dream. His husband turned to look at him, a wary gleam in his eye. Fundy internally cursed. If Dream hadn’t sent him away after Doomsday, then maybe he would have been able to help him. Maybe Dream wouldn’t even be in prison. He shook his head. No. Dream had asked him to get permission to make End Crystals. He’d done what Dream had asked. “You don’t have to do anything, babe. Let me deal with him. Let his second death be my anniversary gift to you.”

“Now don’t upstage me.” Dream scoffed, pulling on his hand. They emerged from the prison, the cool afternoon air tickling the backs of their necks. Dream took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Fundy smiled, happy that his husband was finally free. If he could have, he would have taken all of the Warden’s lives, but they were on a time limit. “What would you want for an anniversary gift? Would you prefer I kill Phil or should I go after that worthless father of yours?”

“He’s still useful. Don’t you dare.” He tries not to let his voice crack at the thought of his dad dying again, but he knows Dream could see his hesitation in his eyes. “Let’s just fucking go after Las Nevades, then we can attack the Syndicate… unless you and Techno have some deal or…?”

“We’ll see. I wouldn’t trust him though. Lots of help he was back before I got imprisoned.” Dream rolled his eyes, and Fundy startled once he’d realized that Dream wasn’t wearing his mask. A dark pit of jealousy bubbled in his stomach at the thought of everyone being able to see Dream’s face. He’d have to make Dream a new one. Yogurt had let go of Fundy’s hand, running around Dream in giddy excitement. It was the first time he was seeing his dad. Dream grinned, kneeling down in an attempt to pick Yogurt up. Fundy stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Not until you take a bath. You smell fucking horrible, babe.”

“Didn’t stop you from embracing me.” Just for that, Fundy pushed Dream the moment he tried to go in for another hug. His husband pouted, bright forest green eyes tearing up. “Please, star?”

Fundy rolled his eyes, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Dream’s lips. “Yuck.” He stuck his tongue out, moving away before his husband decided to steal another kiss. Yogurt let out a loud disgusted whine, pushing against both his dads’ legs. Fundy chuckled, reaching down to pick up their little kit. Dream draped an arm around Fundy’s shoulder, leading them towards where the cabin was. Fundy felt grime cling to his black jacket, pushing down his urge to shudder away.

“Yogurt’s grown up quite a bit. I… I wish I had been there to raise him with you.” Dream glanced down at Yogurt, the little fox kit giggling before trying to reach for his dad. Fundy leaned in Dream’s arm. He wished that for them too. Dream had missed a few milestones, but he hadn’t missed Yogurt’s first word yet. For his husband’s sake, Fundy hoped Yogurt’s first word would be ‘da’. While they headed towards the safety of home, his sharp gaze flicking here and there to ensure that nobody would sneak up on them, Fundy couldn’t help but wonder if Dream had sent him away after Doomsday to keep him safe too. The safest place in this realm, after all, would be The End. Dream’s home. “He’s perfect. Our little Yogurt. I hope he knows that I—”

“He loves you. Remember our wedding photo? No, the stupid one where you accidentally threw the bouquet of flowers on my face. Remember that? Yogurt likes to keep it next to his bed. All his bedtime stories involve you.” Fundy glanced over at his husband, playfully growling when Dream looked down at him with a smug look. There was a soft and loving look in his husband’s eyes, and Fundy knew. He knew Dream had sent him away after Doomsday. It had been for his and Yogurt’s safety. The Essempy was no place to have a child, especially if people found out that the child was his and Dream’s. He shuddered. Almost like he could sense what Fundy was thinking of, he pressed a kiss on the top of his head. This was real. This was the present. They could finally be together. And no one. No one was going to get in their way. “I can’t wait for you to get home. I have so much to tell you, and Yogurt would be very happy to have his dada back.”

“He missed his dada? So does that mean I can—”

“You can’t hold him until you take a bath!”

“But—” Dream was cut off by Yogurt’s yip, their son sniffing at Dream before flinching away.

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Clarification:

Fundy and Dream got married at some point during the Manburg Era, but Dream has been interested in Fundy since the L'Manburg Era (this is cause I headcanon that Fundy and Dream know each other from before L'Manburg). So, they never really told anyone about their relationship. Fundy was helping Dream all along, even during Doomsday.

After Doomsday, Dream sent Fundy to The End to talk to XD (who is Dream's older sibling here) and so that he and Yogurt can stay safe. After Fundy had Yogurt and managed to convince XD to give him permission to make End Crystals (I know you can make them without the need for End stuff, but I'd like to think XD would be pissed if someone made an End Crystal).

But yeah, now Fundy has broken Dream out of prison. And now they're gonna be murder husbands together <3

[thalys-artcorner]

A Cause to be Bothered By.

A oneshot in which Homelander actually gived a damn with the charity event assigned.  Canon divergent that allowed to write...wait for...actual fluff. Bet you didn’t see that coming.

*Note: I don’t wanna say @kayemagistro​ made me do it, but she did provide the initiative xD Based on this post.

She wasn’t sure how much of a good idea it might be to bring Homelander along, but the powers from above had insisted, and there was only so many strings she could pull before they put her back in her place. It was a miracle already that she had managed to pick her own charity work.

But having Homelander with her? For starters, he loathed charity work. It was a waste of his precious time, devoting attention to causes he did not care for nor did he even bother to look up. He hated the idea of taking care of others, he hated the cameras following, the million questions hurting his senses, and above all, he hated weakness. And wasn’t charity all about weakness? Of helping those not strong enough to make it out on their own?

If that wasn’t enough reason, he was in one of his moods that day. One fo those unstable, volatile, violent moods in which he might even turn around and bite his own leash off just to take it out on those around him, hate them and hurt them so he wouldn’t have to face the consequences of his own emotions. He’d even lashed out at her, not caring in the slightest for the fact that she loved him, forgetting that he loved back. Then again, she had been genetically manipulated so that his powers had no effect on her, just as her own had no effect on him. Not that any of that had ever stopped them from trying in the past.

But the media loved them together, probably because they got to see so little of their relationship. That was another of her personal little triumphs. She’d managed to keep Vought’s media team out of her own relationship after showing them that the public responded better to couples who weren’t flaunting their feelings about every single day. It made them more believable. What little the public got to see of Homelander as a boyfriend humanized him in their eyes (which she knew he hated, and it had taken a whole lot of convincing, fighting and angry sex to finally get it through his thick skull that they had to feed something to the masses). Hence, him coming along to the animal shelter with her, with that cold, shiny fake smile he’d been trained to put on his face like makeup whenever the cameras flashed in their direction.

At least, so far, he looked only irritated, which was a welcome cry far from the usual expression that looked like he was wondering whether if snapping some snotty brat’s arm “by accident” might wriggle him out of the event. Probably because he was not being pestered. She hadn’t chosen an animal shelter charity thinking that he would come along, but because she loved animals. Yet it was turning out to be a smart move. “At least you won’t have anyone asking you for autographs and pictures” she’d pointed out just before coming. She’d received a bad-tempered grunt in response, which was better than some snappy remark.

After the usual tedious talk with the owners of the shelter and the promise of a considerable donation and all those annoying displays that involved actual human contact and during which she was really fearing he might break the glass of water he was holding and throw a tantrum, there came the actual interaction with the actual animals. They were brought to a wide backyard in the center of the kennels, in which they were greeted by a hoard of enthusiastic puppies of all sizes and colors, that demanded pats and kisses and belly rubs. She immediately dropped to her knees and opened her arms wide, letting them jump all over her and whimper and place lots of sloppy, wet kisses on her face. She could almost here Homelander saying “I’m not coming anywhere near you covered in dog slobber”.

She looked around for him and noticed him closer to the kennels, his back leaning against one of the cages and his bad mood strong enough for the puppies to sense it and steer clear away from him, even if the humans did not. Suddenly, his nostrils flared, and he turned around, peering inside the kennel he had been leaning against moments before. She caught sight of a figure lurking on a far corner in the back, it’s beady eyes sad and resentful. She could the white of its teeth as its upper lip curled slightly in a snarl.

“Why is this one locked up?”

Homelander surprised everyone when he spoke up after being unusually quiet during the entire event. One of the caretakers of the shelter stepped forward at a prudent distance and cleared her throat “Oh, that’s one of the newbies, sir. He arrived some time ago, after they found him in a compound that raised puppies to become dog fighters in the pit. He’s been abused pretty roughly for one so young, and he’s very aggressive. We have to keep him locked for the moment, for his own safety and those of the other puppies. Sir”.

“It’s not his fault though, is it?”

“What was that, sir?”

Homelander made a gesture with his hand, brushing off the comment “Nothing”.

She hadn’t missed the whole exchange, but as it seemed he wasn’t going to add anything or elaborate, she returned her attention back to the puppies, smiling and asking questions about them, their stories, their health to the various caretakers, while the cameras buzzed around capturing the best moments of her interaction with them so that later, thousand upon thousands of celebrity sites and talk shows would replay them over and over again, sighing over the shadow heroine who took time off fighting crime to think about the well-being of the innocent creatures nobody else bothered to think about.

She was in the middle of answering a question about the animals she had had back in the farm, when there was a sudden exclamation of alarm from one of the caretakers.

“Sir, please, you can’t open that cage!”

Homelander, without anyone really noticing, had opened the door to the aggressive puppy’s cage, and was kneeling by threshold, looking inside at the snarling animal. She could see his lips moving, all though he was murmuring too softly for anyone else to hear. One of the caretakers stepped forward, and the hero immediately raised a hand in the air to stop her.

“Stay back” he ordered through gritted teeth, his jaw set, a small muscle twitching.

“But-”

“I told you to stay back”. His voice was hard and authoritarian. And it had that dangerous edge it had been carrying all day. Yet after a moment, his jaw relaxed ever so slightly, and he started murmuring to the dog inside the kennel again.

It was time to intervene.

She rose to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest “Everybody leave us for a moment, please. Take these little fellows too, if you would be so kind”.

For a second, nobody moved. She glared at the owner director of the shelter pointedly, a stare that allowed no argument and that she usually reserved for criminals. It worked, and everyone, including the camera crew, were soon hurrying out, picking up the puppies with them, until the backyard was completely clear, except for her, Homelander, and the puppy inside the kennel. Slowly, she approached them, until she was able to crouch beside him and gently rest a hand on his shoulder.

“John?” she called out now that they were alone.

He didn’t reply, still focused on the dog in front of them. It had stopped snarling, and was now standing a few steps away from them, its belly pressed to the ground as he slowly, warily, crawled towards Homelander’s extended gloved hand. Its black lips twitched from time to time, and its hair was standing on end, but he nonetheless drew closer, until his nose was only a few centimeters away from Homelander’s hand.

“Make way for him” the man whispered, as he too took a step to the side, clearing the doorway for the dog. It hesitated. And then, finally, stepped out onto the grass with unsure footsteps.

For a long moment, the puppy simply stood there, as if it could not quite believe it was outside, free, and nobody was stopping him or forcing him back to his cage. It looked like a mixed breed, something halfway between a Pitbull and a Rottweiler. How stereotypical. It blinked under the sunlight, and then, finally, sat on its hunches first, and then extended out his front legs, and laid down in the sun.

Then Homelander reached out to him. The animal immediately snapped and revealed its fangs once more, growling. Homelander pulled his hands back, an obviously outraged frown on his face. And for a moment, she feared he might cut it in half. But his expression eventually softened. He peeled off his glove, and reached out again, this time ever so slowly, making sure the puppy was catching every one of his movements and not taken by surprise. The puppy didn’t growl but stared at him warningly. Finally, it allowed the superhero to rest his hand on its back and pet him. The hair along his back stopped raising, and suddenly, its eyes weren’t glazed with anger anymore.

She released the breath that until then, she hadn’t realized she had been holding, still not quite sure what it was that she was seeing. He’d actually taken the time to coax the puppy out of its cage, and instead of lashing out when it had rejected his initial approach, changed his strategy to suit the animal’s needs. She had never seen him go to such effort for someone else, not in a long, long time; except perhaps for her.

Slowly, mimicking his actions, she reached out to the puppy, whispering soothing words to it. It allowed her to pet him too, and while Homelander scratched it behind the ears, she ran her hand along its back.

And then, as if the entire situation wasn’t already unexpected enough, the little fellow flopped onto his back and exposed is dark brown belly to them, demanding belly rubs. Belly rubs!

“John” she called at him again “What the hell are you doing exactly?”

“Aggressive my ass” he finally said, his eyes never leaving the puppy as it started to twitch one of its hind legs “He’s just tired of being locked up in a fucking cage, with people ordering him about and calling him out”.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Her eyes opened in realization, and she breathed out softly “Does he sound familiar to you?”

Homelander finally lifted his face to look at her. His blue eyes were soft, showing genuine emotion for the first time that day. It seemed like his anger had finally subdued. In his gaze, she actually saw the implicit apology for his behavior towards her earlier that day. Homelander never apologized, but she knew how to look for that feeling in his eyes. They could be almost naively transparent when he wasn’t thinking.

“Someone should have bothered to ask him what he wanted. Maybe if they stopped treating him like a potential killing machine, he wouldn’t be all growls and snaps” he shrugged.

The puppy emitted a playful yelp. It sat back up, and stepped closer to Homelander, until it rested its snout on top of his knees and looked up to him. Grateful. Trusting. Every so slightly, its short tail wiggled.

And then, without any explanation, Homelander scooped him up and rose to his feet. She rose with him, still not quite believing her eyes. “I know that look. What exactly are you planning?” she knew that determined set on his jaw when he set his mind on something.

“I think he’s seen enough of kennels to last a lifetime. I’m taking him with us. If these people won’t bother to actually treat him according to his needs, then…” suddenly he stopped, as if he had just realized what he had been about to say. His expression was almost comical as he cleared his throat “Well…he shouldn’t be here anyways”.

She cracked a grin, and took a step closed to rub the puppy’s head. It had started to doze off in Homelander’s arms. The hero, after a moment, reached out and wrapped his free arm around her waist.

“You do realize they’re going to lose their shit back at the tower with a dog running about, right?”

Homelander looked at her, his face serious. He didn’t care. He’d do as he damn well pleased. She knew that look. It said mine. Suddenly, he grinned at her, before looking down at the dozing pup in his arms. “I’d be disappointed if they didn’t. How about you, buddy?”

[bonniebird]

A version of home

Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader (Not sure about the pairing yet)

AN: This is 100% a self-indulgent comfort fic I started for myself xD

Masterlist

“Bobby? Is everything ok?” Sam asked as he answered his phone. Dean frowned and glanced at his brother as he drove. There was a long silence as Sam listened to Bobby and Dean clicked his tongue impatiently as he waited for Sam to say something, anxiety bubbled bitterly in the pit of his stomach as Sam hummed a few times. He hated waiting for an update. 

The last he heard from Bobby, when he’d called that morning, everything was fine. He hadn't expected to hear from Bobby again, seeing as they were on their way to his house.

“Urm… yeah… let me check the map. We shouldn’t be too far from there. If you give me the address we can get there this afternoon.” Sam said as he started fumbling in the glove box for a pen and paper.

“Whats going on?” Dean asked quickly. He glanced quickly at Sam who frowned, a pen hanging from his mouth, as he dug into the back of the glove box and pulled a scrap of paper out.

“Just take the next left instead of going the back way to Bobby’s.” Sam said as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear, scribbling something on the paper. “Ok, we’re heading onto route ninety now.”

“So? What’s going on?” Dean asked as he sped up, watching Sam hang up and trace the route he’d set on the map. Dean’s tone was short and pensive, he was starting to worry but when he glanced at Sam again his expression made it easier for Dean to take a breath.

“Bobby needs us to pick something up from Presho, it’s only two and a half hours from Bobby’s. It looks like if we go this way we should pretty much pass right through.” Sam explained as he fumbled with one of the maps that he’d fished out of the glove compartment.

“Great, we’ll still make it in time for dinner. Apparently Bobby saved one of his neighbours and they dropped round apple crumble. It’s almost as good as apple pie!”

The drive to Presho didn’t take too long, the roads were clear and Dean sped along, able to zone out a little as the music blared. Sam had fallen asleep a good two hours before but as Dean pulled up outside of the motel Bobby had sent them to he emergency breaked which jerked Sam awake.

“Dean! Dude, come on.” Sam grumbled as he rubbed his face and looked around.

“Well we’re here. What was it that Bobby wanted you to get? I’m assuming some old books or something.”

“He didn’t really say. I figured that the address was for a library or a house. You’re sure this is right?” Sam asked as he glanced at the ordinary looking motel Dean had parked in front of.

They both stared up at the old building. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot and the E in the motel flickered every now and then. It hadn’t occurred to either of them that it was starting to get dark. A couple started walking over to the car and Sam pointed out that they could have something for Bobby, as they were holding a book shaped parcel wrapped up. The couple passed by as the back door of the Impala opened.

“Yes, Bobby. I see the old car. I’m getting in it now. I have all of my stuff! Bobby. I shipped the rest of my stuff to you last week.” You said as you slammed the car door shut. Sam and Dean stared at each other for a moment, Sam mouth Bobby’s name to Dean who shrugged. “Bobby it’s bad enough you won't let me stay out here by myself… It is not my fault that the werewolf totaled my car! I’m not careless, I'm just fast… Which sometimes appears to be careless.”

“Urm. Hey, I’m Dean… are we supposed to drop you off at Bobby’s or..?” Dean started as he turned in his seat. You’d already made yourself at home, feet up on the back seat as you sprawled over, your bags shoved in the footwell.

“Bobby wants to talk to the Idjits?” You said as you leant forwards between the front seats and Sam hurriedly took the phone. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You said and smiled at Dean who gave you a dubious smile.

“Oh, no everything is good Bobby.” Sam said as he hung up and handed back your phone. “Bobby might have told me that we were picking someone up. I was distracted when I was looking for the map.” Sam confessed. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Will you sit in your seat… and don’t put your shoes up on my damn seats! I just cleaned them.” Dean complained as he started backing out of the motel parking lot. You gave him a challenging look before nodding, deciding to eat a snack so obnoxiously loud that it was hard for Dean to hide that he was irritated by the mess you were making, Sam was having a hard time not laughing at Dean. He got the impression you were going to give them, and Bobby a run for your money when it came to go along with what Bobby wanted.

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“You boys are late.” Bobby called out as he hung up his latest call and started heading into the kitchen through the back entrance. Dean had hurried through the door first and dumped his duffle bag by the back door.

“Yeah, well. Next time you want me to pick someone up, call a taxi!” Dean said irritably as he rummaged in the fridge for a beer.

“(Y/N) being a pain?” Bobby asked and Dean grunted out a response as he headed to the living room.

“Dean doesn’t like it when people put dirty shoes on his seats.” Sam said as he lugged in several bags that Bobby knew were definitely yours. You’d been unhappy that he’d insisted that you came to stay with him for a while. At least you eventually agreed. You came in a few moments later with just two bags that looked rather light.

“Jeez Bobby! You harpe at me for being unorganised. Look at this place. You’d double the floor space if you put up a bookshelf.” You said as soon as you followed Sam into the living room.

“If you want it any other way then you can get to it yourself.” Bobby joked as he started dishing up the food one of his neighbours had sent over. She’d been doing it a lot since he’d saved her from whatever it had been he saved her from last month. Honestly hunts seemed to bleed into one and he was happy that he could spend a little time not thinking about it, even if it meant sitting in front of the tv with his dinner and the boys taking up the space on his sofa.

“Is every room in the house like this? No wonder you take so long getting back to the hunters that call you.” You said with a cheeky tone he tutted as he shook his head.

“You have a room and you’re getting free food. You don’t like it…”

“I can go somewhere else! Great, thanks Bobby. I’ll pass the message along to Ellen.” You said cheerfully as Bobby handed you a plate of food. You took up one of the armchairs at the edge of the room, starting to tuck into the meal. Honestly you could’t remember the last time you hadn’t just grabbed fast food.

“Whose Ellen?” Sam asked curiously as he shoved Dean with his foot as he settled into one side of the sofa.

“She runs the hunter bar up in Nebraska.” You answered casually before looking over at Bobby and adding. “I thought you said these two were hunters?”

“They are. Their dad, John, hunted with your parents.” Bobby answered. Sam and Dean glanced at each other when you didn’t say anything for a long while and the mood seemed to plummet abruptly.

“Thanks for letting me stay Bobby.” You said quietly after several minutes. Bobby nodded and grunted something gruffly as he kept his attention on the tv.

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“So that was weird right?” Dean asked as he fidgeted on the air mattress Bobby had put out for him. Normally he and Sam would have gotten to take turns in the spare bedroom that had started becoming infected with more and more books over the years. The room was yours now which meant the five games of rock paper scissors before driving down was a waste of time.

“I guess. I asked Bobby and he said that (Y/N)’s parents were killed on a hunt two years ago. He promised to look after (Y/N) they’ve been getting more and more careless apparently Rufus happened to find their car totalled and a werewolf nearly got them. (Y/N) was lucky Rufus had even picked up the case. That was the last straw for Bobby.” Sam said as he rolled over on the sofa. He was regretting calling dibs on the sofa now, seeing as he couldn’t get comfortable.

“Well that sucks. Hunting alone is pretty hard. I guess it’s good that Bobby’s looking out for them.” Dean said as he finally found a comfortable spot.

“Yeah, I guess it is. Bobby said we could stay until the next case or when we feel like we need to get going, apparently a bunch of demon activity has kicked up all over.” Sam said through a yawn as he turned on his side. He could just make out Dean in the dark, who must have fallen asleep, sprawled on his stomach.

The smell of fresh coffee woke Dean hours later. It was pretty light outside so he must have slept in. He could hear Sam and Bobby talking and laughing in the kitchen. “Morning.” He grumbled as he shuffled into the room. He took a seat next to you. After a quick glance he realised you were barely awake, curled up on one of the wooden dining chairs with your chin propped on your knee as you lazily shoved food into your mouth.

“I think I found a case not too far away. Only thirty minutes. I might go and check it out if you boys are up for it?” Bobby offered as he set a plate in front of Dean.

“I need to get those parts into the Impala but maybe Sammy will go with you?” Dean offered as he shoved a mouthful of pancake and bacon into his mouth.

“Sam! And yes, I can go with you. But Dean really needs to sort the car. If he hears that imaginary rattling again, he’ll go crazy.” Sam teased and Dean rolled his eyes.

“It’s not imaginary Sam! I hear it when we change gears and…”

“Maybe if you didn’t drive so fast it wouldn’t squeak.” Sam said playfully as he set his dishes in the sink. “You want to tag along, (Y/N)?”

“No, I’m going to sort the stuff in my room. Bunch of guns and some books. All my stuff is still boxed up.” You said through a yawn as you handed Bobby your empty plate.

“Well hey, if you want some help with the books before we get going, I can give you a hand?” Sam offered. Dean shot him a suspicious look and Sam shrugged. 

“Sure I guess. I can’t even read some of the titles.” You answered while standing up and stretching.

“So what’s the deal with them?” Dean asked as soon as you’d left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

“(Y/N) lost their whole family.” Bobby explained briskly.

“Yeah, Sammy said. But the attitude?” Dean asked irritably and Bobby sighed.

“(Y/N)’s parents were good hunters, found a lot of stuff that’s helped a lot of hunters. The only person that they didn’t get one with was John after they had a falling out. Didn’t like how he was raising you two so they walked away. They only died two years ago, their grandparents were hunters and they had taken (Y/N) in for a year. They’re gone too. Went to stay with an uncle and. It’s just (Y/N). It’s not like hunters set up playdates for their kids. (Y/N) just has me and Rufus now.” Bobby explained bluntly. Dean sighed and frowned.

“Nice to know you weren’t the only one trying to get me to play baseball.” Dean muttered as he downed his water and left the table to head out to the Impala.

“It’s great that you took (Y/N) in Bobby. We appreciated it, when you did it for us.” Sam said awkwardly. Bobby nodded and muttered something under his breath.

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“Hey, (Y/N)?” Sam asked as he knocked on your door. You opened it and Sam raised his eyebrows. “Wow, the book problem had gotten worse.”

“Yeah, hasn’t it. This room used to be nearly empty when it came to books.” You answered as you let him in. He chuckled as you led him to the largest pile of books that was more a wall than a pile. “You think you could help me move these downstairs. I figured I can organise the books and learn the phones for Bobby, since he’s taking me in.”

“Yeah. I can totally help you with that!” Sam said a little too eagerly. He winced. Bobby seemed to hope that you would hit it off with him and Dean. Sam knew what you were going through and had wanted to try and help, even if it was just hanging around with you. Bobby was right, even when he was hunting with Dean, hunting could get lonely. He couldn’t imagine how it must feel to have lost so much so quickly.

“Maybe if we just start with taking all the books to the living room, we could organise them by the area that the lore comes from… maybe?” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam said and you smiled, nodding as the two of you started shifting books. By the time half of the books had been moved, you were opening up to Sama  little more. Swapping hunt stories seemed to be the ticket to getting you to talk. Once he’d cracked you, it didn’t stop.

“Sam you ready?” Bobby asked as you and Sam carried down another load of books. He glanced at you and you nodded.

“I’m good. Sam figured a way to categorize so I should be able to finish sorting the books in my room by myself.” You insisted and smiled at Bobby who looked a bit relieved that you’d taken to Sam.

“Dean will be here manning the phones, looks like it should be a quick hunt, a day or too.” Bobby explained and you nodded.

“You can call if you need us.” You answered cheerfully as you playfully punched Sam’s arm before turning back to the latest, muddled, pile of books.

[too-scared-to-do-this]

Of the Devil’s head

Chapter four - Bloody hell!

Sander’s side fanfiction

Wordcount: 1304

Ships: still just prinxiety 

TW: mentions of blood, cursing, injury, post-operations stuff talk kinda, imprisonment, a lot of panicking and distress - which kind off resembles an anxiety-attack but not really. I think I’ve got all. As always, if I missed anything, let me know, please. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. :3

Summary of the whole story: They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the  most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!

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Chapter four - Bloody hell!

Not only does time not work in Hell, but apparently physics doesn’t either. Because no matter how Virgil looked at it, there was just no way this weird figure could’ve fallen straight onto him from the place he was situated at.

He was climbing the throne from the back. Reaching from the side. So please explain to him, how the hell was he able of falling fall over and landing directly on top of the king?

Either Hell was truly that massed up, or this person was just unconventionally clumsy.

Virgil didn’t have much time to ponder on it, though. He yelped and pushed the stranger off. Which resulted in poor Roman landing on his back on the hard ground. Broken stalagmites and new once that were just growing out pushed into his back, his head hitting a particularly sharp one.

Dull ache spread through his whole body. “Aw…” he groaned weakly, reaching for his head. Carefully trying to lift himself into a sitting position, the voices around him started to come back to him.

Someone on his right was barely breathing, short fast breaths not enough to satisfy their lungs. And someone on his left was laughing their ass off.

Roman frowned at the general direction of the laugh. This was not funny.

And why was everything so hazy? His vision was fogged and blurry and his hearing muffled and muted down. And oh god, his head!

He pulled his hand away. Even this out of focus, he could make out the big red splotch that covered his palm. Well, this is just great!

He had to get out of there before these things could lock him up, but the room was starting to spin and his eyes got kind off heavy… He just wanted to lay down… just for a little bit….

“Startup immediate! Let’s fucking eat him!”

Well at least that’s what Roman made out of what the creature on his right said. And that didn’t sound like the most pleasant thing. He didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. He had to get up! He had to run!

In reality, what Virgil said was: “Shut up, you idiot! They’re fucking bleeding!”

Panic seeping all the way to his bones he rushed over to the distressed stranger. This wasn’t good! He couldn’t leave them to just bleed out!  

Remi paid his master’s stressed-out state no mind. He was too preoccupied leaning over, just barely standing - laughing so hard. “And?”

Virgil couldn’t believe this! “Remington! Go get the fucking healers!”

When Virgil got distressed and needed people to listen, his voice pitched down a few octaves and doubled over. Demons called it his Monster voice.

In this particular instance, the Monster voice was nothing compared to the way he roared at the servant.

He immediately shut up and ran off to find help.

The king was left alone with a very woozy, barely conscious and scared to death Roman. “Oh shit! Don’t die on me...! Please...!”

He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Could he touch the creature? Should he touch them? What if they have a broken rib or something? 

They ended up just awkwardly hovering over the wounded figure.  

Meanwhile, Roman didn’t even know what was going on. His mind was too foggy to comprehend anything. He just sat there, willing himself to think the one thought he needed to think.

But what was that thought again?

Some-Something about… running?

Yeah, yeah that…

He… he wanted to run. From what...?

Nobody seemed to be nearby… So why did he want to…

Wait, what did he want again…?

Oh, right. Sleep…

Virgil’s hand-hovering came to an end the moment the med-team stepped into the hall. “Your Majesty.” the demons all bowed.

“Stop bowing and get this Human to the med-bay! Immediately!”

“Yes sir.” the main healer nodded shortly and rushed over to the thief. The rest followed.

The devil let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and fall back against the throne. It was going to be okay now. His healers are the best in the under-world. They’ll take care of them.

He watched as they took the now unconscious figure away. Remi walked up to him, not-bothered as always. “I don’t see why we couldn’t just left it to bleed out.”

Virgil was too tired for this. His mind was going three miles per second and he just needed to calm down… He turned his cold gaze at the demon. “You’re a mind reader. Figure it out.”

That shut Remi up. No matter how much fun it would’ve been to see the Human suffer, hearing what ran through his king’s head wasn’t fun at all. He wasn’t about that. “I’ll be throwing down damned souls into the pit. If you need me, just call my name, babe. Byeeeee!!” And with a finger-wiggle wave, he left the room.

Virgil didn’t feel like getting up. The ground seemed comfortable enough for now. (There wasn’t much of a difference between it and the throne anyway.)

A Human being. A living, breathing, Human flashbang. He hasn’t seen a living specimen in… He doesn’t even know when was the last time one stood before him.

And now there was one in his med-bay. Antichrist, this was bad!

What is he even supposed to do with a creature like that? Besides torture, obviously. Sweet mother of evil!

The devil sat there, contemplating un-life until one of the healers walked into the hall.

“Your highness, the Human has been dealt with. We stopped the bleeding, and stitched up the wound best we could. It is still unconscious, though, so we locked it in one of the cells, temporarily.”

“Thank you, Lucius. Let me know when they wake up.”

“Yes, sir.” with that, the servant left. And Virgil finally climbed back on that uncomfortable throne. He pulled his phone out, and started scrolling through Tumblr once again. Things didn’t seem so boring anymore.

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Roman came to a few hours later - not that he knew how much time had passed. What he knew though, was that he was in a dark cell guarded by two demons. Even through his hazy brain he could understand the situation he was in - he was a prisoner. ”Oh, holly mother Teresa!” he freaked, standing up and rushing over to the bars. Well, more like he stumbled...

“You have to let me out! Come on! You don’t understand! Let me out!” he gripped the cold stone bars.

One of the guards looked at him, then exchanged looks with the other. The second nodded and left, leaving Roman with a very angry looking demon.

He gulped. “Mr. Ehr, Miss- am… I… ah, please let me go…?”

The guard didn’t even glance at him.

Well, this was going well.

The second guard entered the throne hall and bowed down deep. Virgil rolled his eyes. “I’ve been telling you for thousands of years to stop bowing! It’s betting annoying.”

The demon straightened up immediately, nodding ashamed. “I apologize, your evilness.” Another eyeroll. These titles were getting better by the decade.

“What’s up, Derius?” he leaned on the arm-rests, razing his eyebrow.

“The prisoner woke up.”

Oh. Oh shit. Okay. Okay... “Are they okay?”

“It seems fine. IA bit out of it and scared, but that is to be expected. We did just imprison it in an environment completely different from his natural habitat…”

Virgil nodded, feeling his heartrate spike and slow again. They were all right.

Then an idea popped up in his head. Slowly, a grin pulled at his lips. Remi wanted fun, didn’t he?

Virgil could be fun. (Now that he knew nothing serious was happening with the Human.) Virgil could be very, very fun. He bit his lip and looked up at the guard.

“Bring me that thief.”

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Iiiiiiii can’t even believe it!

Another part, right the next day? I’m kicking this block’s ass, y’all! :D And look where we are! Remember that first anonymous comment that started all this?

But hey, I really hoped you enjoyed it. :3

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. If I have an answer I’ll gladly share it. And if I don’t, you just helped me come up with another addition to the story ;D

I’ll be back with a new chapter as soon as possible :) 

(I wasn’t kidding when I said this was becoming my new hyper-fixation XD)

Bye, for now <3

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@alice-only-me 

[somedew-fictions]

16, Shane to (non-binary?) Farmer. Fuck me up.

#16 “I’m sorry, I’ll try to be better!”

The farmer has been living in the valley for just over a year, Spring rolling around once again. The coming of Spring meant that the farmer had plenty of work to do on the farm after a long winter with hours kneeling in the fields. And that's what the farmer did, spending all day under the hot scourging sun until it got cool and dark to the point they could no longer see three feet ahead of them.

Soon the farmer finds themselves heading to the Stardrop Saloon after a quick shower, humming as they stroll into town. The best way to end a hard day at work is a nice evening surrounded by friends and stuffing your face with Gus's cooking.

The farmer enters the saloon, throwing a nod towards Willy and Clint's table and a wave towards Elliott and Leah before offering a smile to Pierre. Their feet gravitate towards the fireplace as usual to sit with their closest friend in town, Shane.

He was a handful at times, but with the right mindset, he will show a person his redeeming qualities. In just a year of knowing him, the farmer has watched him grow as a person; watched him fall from his already crestfallen position, but they also have been there to help him on his way back up.

The farmer crawled into his pit of despair, lowering themselves in one inch at a time as he slowly opened up to them, and offered to hoist him up just the few feet he needed in order to grab the ledge and begin the climb all the way back up. Now, they still offer support, remaining at the bottom to catch him if he looses his grip on his journey.

Yet, approaching their usual spot, Shane is no where in sight. The farmer frowns, turning back around to face the room and get a better look to who is present, hoping to see Shane's face. When they don't, the farmer takes a quick peak into the arcade, wondering if Shane was checking to make sure his high score hadn't been beaten by Sam, but again, he wasn't there.

Upon exiting the arcade, Gus spots the farmer's worried expression.

"It's good to see you, you have barely come in all Winter." Gus says, leaning over the bar as the farmer approaches. His smile is as welcoming as usual, his eyes burning with curiosity.

"Good to see you too Gus. Shane and I always come out for dinner when you make crab cakes, so we wouldn't miss it," the farmer sighs. "Have you seen him?"

Gus's smile falters for a moment, something in his eyes weakening. "I..." He glances away. "I thought maybe you two had a falling out or something."

"Why would you think that?" The farmer's frown deepens. "Gus, tell me the truth."

Gus forces his gaze to meet the farmer's, his shoulders tense. "He came in like he normally does after work but before I knew it he had ordered a beer."

"You gave him a beer?" The farmer hisses into a whisper, their eyes settling into a glare at Gus.

Gus drops his voice down low, leaning across the bar further. "I've been keeping Shane's sobriety on the down low like you asked me to so nobody makes a big deal about it. Emily doesn't know about it so she is the one who gave him the drink," he takes a deep breath, knowing he made a horrible mistake. "I'm sorry. I really am..."

"Do you know where he is now?" The farmer sighs, shaking their head slowly. Suddenly everything feels like it is crumbling around them- like the ground beneath their feet is beginning to shift, making it harder to stand.

"About three glasses in he started mumbling about how angry you were going to be and he left," Gus shrugs. "I assume he went home. He didn't look wasted."

The farmer bites their lip, thinking for a moment. "Alright, thanks Gus. You owe me a crab cake," they say before walking out of the saloon without another word, hoping they know where to find Shane.

At this point its pitch black out, the moon's radiance practically useless. Their fingers cold from the night's breeze, the farmer shoves their hands into their pockets and heads down towards Marnie's ranch.

They know well enough he isn't home, so they march right past the ranch house and head to the dock in the lake.

Because of how dark it is the farmer can't see Shane's silhouette until they are standing at the opposing end of the dock. They can see him crouching at the edge of the dock completely crestfallen, his face buried in his hands.

The sight felt so familiar, the farmer's finger tips going numb. Seeing him in the same position they found him in months ago that fully pulled them into his pit of despair. The farmer hadn't realized that they never left that moment in time, suspended on the dock as they witness Shane crumble away.

"Shane," the farmer croaks. "I was so worried," they whimper, hurrying down the dock to join him at the edge. Their boots sound heavy against the old wood, startling Shane.

He lifts his head like a dog who had just heard its name be called, his eyes wide as he watches the farmer rush to his side with tears already forming in their eyes. His jaw hangs slightly agape, his thoughts buzzing around in his head as he tries to sort them.

The farmer goes to hug him and his cheeks burn a fiery red, remaining still as the farmer pulls him closer. After an awkward beat, the farmer lets go, blood running to their cheeks in embarrassment.

"Shane? What's wrong? We were supposed to have dinner at the saloon tonight," the farmer asks worriedly.

"I..." Shane slowly shakes his head as the words are caught in his throat. The farmer watches as he crumbles before their very eyes, his face contorting as he fights his own expression. "I..." his neck gives up, his head falling forward in defeat.

"Tell me what happened, Shane," the farmer begs, reaching up their hands to brush his hair away from his forehead. When he doesn't reply, the farmer forces a crooked smile across their face.

They couldn't let him slip fully back into his original state- they had to salvage what they could and cut their losses. Gus had said he had left the saloon on his own- that counted for something. "It's okay," they assure him meekly. "It's going to be okay, too. I'm not upset."

Shane's shoulders shudder, the farmer barely able to make out his facial features in the dark. They can hear him as he takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry," he manages to say, his mouth dry. "Emily asked if I'd have my usual and I wasn't thinking and... it was right in front of me. I couldn't say no." He shakes his head, a look of disgust on his face from his own actions.

"But you left the saloon, Shane," the farmer smiles faintly, their smile becoming more genuine as his eyes flick up to meet their gaze. "I'm so proud of you for that. Nothing has been lost."

"You think so?" He whispers.

"I know so!" The farmer confirms, opening their arms for a hug. Shane bites his lip and accepts their hug, burying his face into their shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I'll try to be better."

"I don't have a doubt in my mind that you won't," the farmer smiles, giving him a squeeze.

I tried XD I hope you all enjoyed!!!!

[the-blind-geisha]

For the love letter requests, Gladio from FFXV, female reader. Flowers of choice: ARBUTUS - Thee Only Do I Love; FERN (MAIDENHAIR) - Secret bond of love, Discretion; GLADIOLI - Generosity, I’m sincere, Flower of the gladiators; LEMON BLOSSOM - Fidelity in Love; I Promise to be True

A/N: Hah! I just realized Gladioli is listed in the flowers... haha, how ironic. XD Love it. I guess this is an AU kinda thing...? Not sure where I was going with it, but I feel this could happen if the darkness lasted too long for some peoples' tastes. Uncertainty breeds insanity sometimes.

Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you. I may very well be a man of flowers and gifts of the heart that you so deserve, but I cannot say I am one who writes letters much; especially not ones that carry deep meaning such as this.

What has the world become lately? With the darkness overwhelming Eos and people needing something to keep their fear in check, Altissia has decided to allow the Arena Galviano to be a mere gladiator slave pit for the reckless and those starving for gil. I know you fear for me. You fear of what I have done to keep you alive, but y/n, if I knew they took you to be a mere feast for the daemons just for sport and gil, I would not be able to forgive myself.

I offered myself as tribute in your case, and you would still chastise me for standing in your honor. I do not think ill of your stance. I know the words you spat at me that night were not meant to be venomous but meant to be of love that was merely caged down by concern. Y/N, you would die if you were to stay here and fight by their orders. I don't question your ability as a warrior, but I don't think you trust my own. I was once someone who was the great Shield to the King of Lucis. I may have failed my charge by having danger demand my vision be clouded, but I will not fail you.

I was born to stain my hands with the blood of any who dare try and take that which belongs to me.

Y/N, I love you. I want to make that clear here and now. I can live in this tightly confined cage they saw fit to shackle me in till I take on whatever daemons in the pit they throw upon me, but I would not wake with a smile on my face if I found you had gone on without me. I will get free, y/n. Do not fall to madness wondering if you'll ever feel yourself in my embrace again. These arms, they were meant to protect you from the insanity that has cloaked Eos. It is why they are scarred heavily as they are. No matter what beast lays its fangs or claws upon my skin, I will take it all without pain knowing you are waiting for me.

Do you trust me, y/n? Do you trust I will do good by you and stand in your corner even long after I have bought my own freedom?

Please, I love you. I would find myself collapsing in the arena, drowning in despair if you were to turn your back on me. Every flower you're able to find as the darkness continues to snuff out any purity in this world, I have treasured and kept hidden from their view. I will not allow them to take away the gifts you have so wonderfully brought to me. They smell of you, ever faintly. Even the letters have a  fragrance I have found myself coddling to my chest to urge my heart to beat onward.

Y/N, I take my shield up now in your name. I brandish my sword upon my enemies, reminding the gods that they have a long while to wait till they can claim my soul for their selfish and petty game.

When this is all over, will you come live with me in Lestallum? You've taken root here in this corrupted city that has fallen to ruin, and I wish not to see you cater to its ways any longer. Altissia is rotting, y/n. It is full of only the corrupt and corrupted. Even daemons can wear the flesh of man. You know this, right?

I feel... inhuman as I am asked to dawn this collar about my neck to keep me in line. I feel no less than a feral beast they worry will attack if they push me too far. Can I say most of this is far from the truth? I suppose, in all honesty, I bring this up because you won't see it or take note of it, but I managed to etch your name into the side of the contraption they have locked me. If they wish to bind me to their sick and twisted game, keeping you from my embrace, then I will see to it that something pleasant remains about my neck beyond this callous metal.

Hopefully, I will see you later tonight, y/n. I am allowed at least a moment of your time in accordance to their laws. Will you grant me this honor? It will reinvigorate me far better than any potion could.

Your Shield,

Gladiolus Amicitia

[missn11]

Hey, so, I toddled off and realized my last ask may put you in an awkward corner. Everyone has different levels of tolerance for bad storytelling and micro-aggressions. To clarify, I'm asking if you think I, a person who likes VTMB despite a huge chunk of the game being gross, would like Mass Effect and Dragon Age. Or do you think that I would end up being upsetti spaghetti.

@badass-at-cuddling oh I wasn’t feeling awkward about your ask at all, I was just spending time trying to work out what to say cause this is kind of a loaded question for me to answer cause while I really enjoy both Mass Effect’s and Dragon Age’s world and characters I almost want to tell you to run far away from both series but not just from the fact that these series are so bad but their fandoms can suck at times. (especially Dragon Age’s fandom has so many problems like you wouldn’t believe and they have been going on and off for months this year!)   

But I do also want to point out that while these series have their problems in both how they execute things, rep for POC, Black, and LGBT+ is sometimes good but has big pitfuls at times and your mileage may vary, they also have some really great interestingly flawed loveable characters that do make it worth getting into these series alone.

But they do have their level of edginess (though nowhere near as bad as WOD but holy shit does fucking Dragon Age push it at times!) and big fuck ups, Mass Effects 3′s ending are infamous to the point an ending mod was made because fans were that pissed at the endings! And how ME3 treated Thane’s and Jacob’s (especially poor Jacob man, that was really shitty! and low key racist) romance paths also pissed a ton of people off!

The first three Mass Effect games LGBT+ rep is not as good it could be, kind of better than VTMB’s but yet kind of questionable, you can tell that there is some male gazeiness going on at times with the wlw options and two of the characters in the first game that were meant to be bi romance options were cut out cause of I think the FOX news bullshit thinking that the game was about fucking women -_-  but they were going to add back the bi options in ME3 but in the end for reasons, I don’t know only added one in, but you can see in cut content they were going to do both of them. I’m going to say that despite some issues the first three ME games are worth a watch if you were able to handle VTMB’s problems for the most part.

Mass Effect Andromeda also was a rushed game that had so many issues at launch due to a rushed development which lead to crunch and poor management as well. There was also some rep issues that did from what I heard fixed in the later patches(I hope so) and the game is better than it was at launch but I can’t say if it’s worth a watch or play as I have not been interested in ME:A myself. I’ve heard mixed things about the game and it’s characters but from the people who love the game, the characters are interesting and loveable too. So I do think it could be worth a watch too.. 

Dragon Age, man, it’s hard for me to say, in some ways their rep is better than VTMB and Mass Effect but on the other... they have fucked it up so hard in so many ways that I kind of want to tell you to run far away from this series but I’m getting ahead of myself here! XD 

 The thing is with DA is that the world is meant to be morally grey but they failed it so hard at times by making some of the choices kind of black and white, the MageVsTempler conflict is an example for one, hooo boy if you thought the AnarchVsCamarilla conflict is bad then get ready for one of DA’s main conflict!

 And speaking of VTM, the edginess in DA is umm quite bad at times, maybe not quite as bad as White Wolf’s but some of the shit in the series reminds me of the least worse edgy parts of the WOD. Like this series is a ‘dark and gritty’ world kind of based on A Song of Fire and Ice so you can kind of have an idea of the shit that can be waiting for you (though I think not nearly as bad as GOT and VTM’s worst) 

The other problem I have with DA is that there some unnecessary changes to the lore from game to game and the way they handle some of the conflicts are tone deaf at times, I mean it’s clear that most of the writers are cis white people.  And some of these writers have liked to tell people that they are wrong for making certain choices and it’s kind of yikes at times some of their comments on characters and how the player should treat them (though not as bad but still shitty) and some of the ways they have handled the topic of mental illness at times makes Grout Mansion look kind of tasteless in comparison! (though some might disagree with me on that one) 

But man some of the characters of Dragon Age are really interesting, they are awesome and very flawed, they almost make it worth getting into the series for them but again DA’s writers do some dumb shit with them at times. So at the same time of telling you to run far away from this series I do kind of want to tell you to at least give it a watch too.

and both series’ music is amazingly good, like make you tear up when it’s playing good.

So here are my reasonings and warnings of why you might not want to get into the series and like I’ve said their fandoms can be a big trash fire but they also have a ton of amazing and talented artists, fanfic writers, theorists, and supportive fans. So it’s all up to you to decide. 

[akimmito]

Heroes are made by the path they choose

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Chapter 2

Marinette is justly mad, she curses the assassin who stole the miraculous butterfly and how much the world seems to hate her. The Akuma attacks just in HER show and HER models. Who does he think he's? The worst thing is that the Akuma fashion sense is still disastrous and a pain in the eyes, she is not going to allow this to continue.

She takes Damian by the arm and pulls him away of the place to find a private and safe place away from the Akuma. Damian looks angrily at the temporary villain who has just gutted the poor girl in the delicate black silk gown with intricate silver and gold embroidery; a bloody scene, not that it affects him too much, even though it's been a year since he last saw a similar scene. That thing just ruined his mother's job.

"Damian, notify the Akuma to the MT". She indicates when they are in a quieter place. Plagg dramatically steps out of the clutch and looks at them both, not content to get back into action, but it must be done. Damian looks at her expectantly at any other indication and she notices it. "It's still unwise for Tunin to come out, Thuban made his debut too recently and it would be suspicious for both teams to have a kid."

"Okay, mother." It's not that he's happy with his adoptive mother's decision, but he can understand her reasoning. Thuban had his first patrol two nights ago and it would be too eye-catching, because, for some reason, Paris finds it entertaining to constantly talk about his vigilantes and the miraculous team that had been inactive for seven years… until today.

He's beginning to detest Paris and his need to make a spectacle of it all. They are heroes, not movie stars. It's not the only thing that bothers he, but he can keep it to himself.

"Plagg, it's time to work."

"I hope you will give me a lot of cheese after this." He complains dramatically, facing his chosen one. The deal was simple, there was no one capable of using the Miraculous Black Cat within the MT and it's much easier to bond with Tikki than with Plagg, so Marinette made the executive decision to give up being Ladybug for Kagami and she became LadyNoir permanently, it was the best course of action they could take.

"I know. Plagg, transform me!"Soon, her old pink dress is swallowed by the green light of transformation and the cat's black costume covers her, slightly different from the first costume; the long braid always grazes her ankles, but her outfit is more armored than before, the toxic green of her eyes almost seem to shine. She smiles at her son and leaves.

Damian watches her walk away towards the Akuma and he decides to get out of there, it will not be a hindrance for his mother or for any of the team that attends the fight. As he walks away towards the group of people seeking refuge from the attack, he sees how Jade Shield, Rakkīgāru and Lady Abeilla arrive. He believes that the four of them will do the job much faster. They are the most capable of all and it's not that he think the others are incompetent (maybe a little), but they really are the most prepared for this first Akuma and the return to action.

He hardly learns that the Akuma's name is Revanger. He already knew that Akuma's names were rare and some ridiculous (almost as much as his clothes), but, like all of Paris, he expected something different. Just as the villain was a fluorescent orange "make me bleed my eyes", his mother must be suffering in that battle.

And as he thought, ten minutes after the arrival of the three heroes, the Akuma is purified and the cure is launched, but although everything has returned to the original state, Damian doesn't miss the general atmosphere. Everything feels so dark and heavy, a shadow has fallen in Paris.

The news of the return of the miraculous butterfly spreads like wildfire.

He's heading home alone, the event seems to have lost importance. It annoys him that his mother's work has been affected by the attack, but he knows that she will recover... she's frustratingly optimistic and, above all, very creative. She has demonstrated it many times.

That night, in the apartment, Damian watches the news with Marinette. The presenter speaks as if she is notifying that the entire city has been sentenced to the electric chair, which could be true if the possibilities are taken into account that this new villain could be the same murderer of Nathalie Sancoeur.

Marinette doesn't even want to think about it, but it's her job, her duty to Paris.

Announcement is also given of the launch of the new application for Akuma, Alerte Monarch, created by the company KanTech in collaboration with the heroes and the MT, designed not only to offer Akuma locations, shelters, safe routes, relocation assistance in other cities (if required for health, maternity or psychological problems that could make them an easy victim) and physical training, also a comment area, chat rooms and a section for publications so that the population can share their own advice and experiences personal.

Damian knows the application in great detail, he was able to see the plans and codes first hand because it is directly connected to the MT's mother computer, although it is not that the public should know that information. Max did a great job and kept improving his over the past year, waiting for the villain.

But most importantly, from tomorrow, the MT will take a new case.

Track down the miraculous butterfly.

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Paris Fashion Gazzete @PFashionGazzete

Paris Fashion Week welcomes its second day with an Akuma! How has Marie Lenoir taken it when her show is interrupted by a fluorescent orange villain who disembowels her models? Look it here!

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#FashionParis #Akuma #NouveauHawkmoth #ChauchemarParis

Héros parisiens @MTHeroes

The Miraculous Team returns! Do we have a hero renewal? They are great!

#HeroesComeBack

Marie L. @MarieLenoir

I'll find this new Hawkmoth (or whatever it's called) and hit him in the face, it's a promise.

Chloe B. @BourgeoisQueen

Hawkmoth (old or new) always has the talent to ruin my day. I hate you, fall into a burning well and die.

#Akuma #FuckYouHawkmoth

Damian @DamianLenoir

@BourgeoisQueen I can prepare the burning pit if someone agrees to throw he there.

Chloe B. @BourgeoisQueen

@DamianLenori Perfect.

Alix @LostHeroBunnix

@BourgeoisQueen @DamianLenoir  I offer to throw it into the burning pit.

Max K. @MaxKan_Tech

@BourgeoisQueen @DamianLenoir  @LostHeroBunnix Don't kill.

Epic Kim @Epic_originalChampion

@MaxKan_Tech Calm down, Batman xD

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Sledgefu Fic Dedicated to @stolperzunge

Hello @stolperzunge!! I decided to finally make an account. I’m the anon that has been messaging you Sledgefu asks for a couple of days XD 

I finally wrote a fic, and wanted to share it with you. Let me know what you think! It’s based on all of the meta we have been talking about recently.

Please note the warnings in the tags. There’s some mention of suicidal thoughts, dissociation, internalized homophobia, and descriptions of gore related to the war. This was meant to be a oneshot and has turned into a multi-chapter fic already. :| Creative criticism is requested and would be appreciated.

Rating: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh R? For now?

He couldn't sleep. If it wasn't the nightmares, it was the intrusive thoughts. The thoughts were always gently sliding their hands around his throat like an enemy sneaking up on him in the dark. Trying to snuff him out before his comrades could hear. The dreams were worse. They waited until he was lulled into a false sense of calm, warm, security. Finally too tired to fight them off. Blackness opened up to screaming women holding babies. Blood rained from the ceiling of a hut while a woman reached her hands towards him. She begged in a language he couldn't understand. But blind panic was the same in every language. He could see it in her eyes, and he couldn't wipe it out. He couldn't stand to put either of them out of their misery. So he planted his feet and watched until the hut crushed her in front of him. Paralyzed by his fear and angry at his weakness. He would jolt awake, and every morning the anger and shame followed him into waking life.

He used to be a morning person before the war. He'd wake up before sunrise with a cup of coffee. He'd take Deacon on his morning walk. He enjoyed the solitude of morning, and watching the world wake up around him. It was like he and the world slept and woke together in the same rhythm. Everything felt aligned. But now the silence was like screaming. His mind would race while he tried to deal with the onslaught of thoughts and dream laden memories. He began to confuse what he really witnessed in the war with what he dreamt. But he didn't much think it mattered. The feelings that overwhelmed him were the same. He hated himself. He hated what he had brought on himself. He resented his mother for not understanding. He was angry at his father for being forgiving. Didn't his father know what he had done? Who he had become? He crawled in his own skin every waking moment.

He didn't go to Sid with his problems. Sid was busy creating his life with Mary. Gene couldn't bear to burden Sid with his troubles when Sid was just trying to forget and move on. He knew Sid also had trouble with sleep. But unlike Gene, Sid tried not to torture himself about the things he saw and did in the war. 

"You can't dwell on it. You can't dwell on any of it.” Ack Ack had said. And it seemed like everyone but Gene was able to abide by that law. The only person in the world who seemed able to pull Gene out of his moods had abandoned him. When Gene woke up on the train to a gentle shove, he expected Snafu's big blue eyes to be staring a hole in him. Like they always did. But instead, he realized another soldier had nudged him awake to ask if he was meant to be disembarking the train. They had arrived in Alabama. Gene looked around confused for a moment before the soldier repeated himself. But Gene wasn't listening. Where had Snafu gone? He couldn't have left without waking him. It wasn't possible.

But it had been possible, and now here he was. Alone. Like he deserved to be. God was punishing him, and Gene couldn't blame him. He'd killed countless people. And by the end of the war, he didn't much care about the damage he caused. He wanted to kill every Jap left with his bare hands. He wanted to make them feel as helpless as he did. He often thought back to his conversation with Leckie. 

"God created Japs too, right? Yellow slants who've tried to kill me on many occasions. Japs come from the garden of Eden too?" 

God had sent Gene on a mission to kill Japs for what they had done. But he also sent the Japs to bomb Pearl Harbor in the first place. And Gene no longer had any idea what God wanted from either side. Were they all meant to die? Had he survived by accident when God had deemed him disposable? And now God cursed him with these thoughts and dreams. To haunt him for daring to make it out. Maybe they had all been too dirty for God's love in the first place. He knew he'd never again feel the safety of that embrace. He tucked his bible away under his bed months ago after unpacking his suitcase. He couldn't bear to open it. He worried it would burn his hands if he even tried. He was no longer welcome in God's plans. He just knew it.

So, with no faith, no plans, no life, he withered away. He spent hours staring at the walls, off into the distance as he sat outside. And he tortured himself with his thoughts and his lack of purpose. He had no idea what he was going to do with the rest of his life. He wondered if God meant for him to commit suicide. If he had somehow messed up God's plan for him to die. If someone else had died in his place. If he no longer had God's love, then killing himself wouldn't matter. But he lacked any motivation to go through with it. It was as if he was meant to remain stuck between life and death. A ghost among the living. 

He knew God had more than one reason to reject him. Not only had he lived when he was meant to die, but he had been born homosexual. He was doomed from birth. He knew something was wrong when he was 6 years old and Betty Cannon had kissed him on the cheek, and he had cried. Sid would nudge him and point out the pretty girls at school, and Gene couldn't have cared less about them. He'd tease Sid for being a pervert and they'd laugh. His sinful nature was further solidified when he gazed at the nurse on Pavuvu. He demanded himself to feel something for her. She was beautiful. She had a kind voice. His mind recoiled as he tried to imagine kissing her, sliding off her clean hospital whites. He felt repulsed. "Alright, you had your looksey," the lieutenant had jeered. If Gene could've glared a hole through that lieutenants body he would've.

If he could've grabbed that asshole by the head and slammed it repeatedly into every damn cup on the table he would've. ‘I feel nothing, I see nothing, I am nothing,’ he would've screamed at him. Can't you see it written all over me? I'm a sinner, you fool. He couldn't ignore the fire in the pit of his stomach every time Snafu leaned against him. Played along with his jokes. Watched him. Snafu always watched his every move. And it drove Gene crazy. Gene thought about what Snafu's curls would feel like in his fingers. What his sweat would taste like as Gene ran his tongue along Snafu's neck. Along that fucking smirk. He went mad with lust thinking of all the things Snafu could do to him. So when he gazed at that fuckin' nurse and felt nothing another piece of him snapped off and was taken by the ocean. He was ruined, and God knew it.

All through his thoughts Gene found himself biking. As he came to, he realized he was approaching Sid's house. It had to be no later than 0500. He hesitated at the start of the driveway. This was crazy. He couldn't bother Sid. But then he felt his right foot swing over the left side of his bike to land beside his left foot on the ground. He began steering and walking towards the front door. He was like a man possessed. Before he could stop himself, he knocked three times in succession. He waited. What the hell are you doing? His mind screamed at him. He was about to knock again when the door slowly opened. Sid was holding his rifle, but quickly lowered the butt of it to the ground when he realized who was at the door.

"Eugene, you scared the daylights out of me. I heard the bike coming along the drive and just about jumped in the bushes to scout." Sid was laughing, but Gene was not. Sid's smile slowly faded. "Get in here," Sid made to grab for Gene's arm but Gene blurted out, "Can you take me to the train station?" Sid's brows came together in confusion. Or maybe it was concern. Sid's hand halted in the air, "You need me to do what now?" Sid's hand landed gently on Gene's bicep. He tugged him gently through the doorway and into the kitchen. "Have a seat." Sid moved to the stove and grabbed the kettle. "We can have coffee and talk it."

Gene was already shaking his head. "I don't need to talk about it. I need you to do this for me. I don't have a car and it'll take me days to bike there." Sid was pouring coffee anyway. "What are you going to do at the train station?" Sid asked.

"Ride the train." Gene answered, curtly. Sid laughed, and set the cup beside Gene. Sid added hot water to his own cup which had likely gotten cold while Sid had watched a stranger approaching his home from the window. Gene could tell the curtain was off-kilter, as if someone had pulled it aside in an attempt to spy without being seen. Gene felt guilty for worrying Sid. He'd have felt guiltier if he woke Sid up, but it seemed Sid had no better luck sleeping than Gene did. "Ride the train where, you smartass." Gene debated whether he should be honest about his intentions. He trusted Sid. He and Sid had been friends since Gene could remember. Sid had always been on Gene's side. But this would be asking something else entirely of Sid. It would be asking Sid to see him for all of his sins, and accept him anyway. If God couldn't manage, he doubted Sid could. "Louisiana." Gene answered. He provided no context. He planned to provide no further geographical context. Sid didn't know about Snafu. He wouldn't even have guessed what Gene's plans were even if Gene told him he was going to New Orleans. But this secret pounded loud in his ears. Matching the beat of his heart. He felt like he was shouting the word Louisiana so he could be heard over the thumping of his heart. He was laid bare in front of God and his best friend. And he planned to deceive both of them. He really was beyond saving.

"Louisiana?" Sid answered. "What's in Louisiana that has you sneaking up to my front door and demanding I drive you down to the station this instant? Did you meet someone you haven't told me about?" Sid's eyes were mischievous. They were full of hope. Hope that Gene had something or someone out there to look forward to. Would they be so full of hope if Sid knew it was a man that Gene ached for? "You could say that," Gene found himself replying. He was skirting the truth. He was living in half truths and short responses. He was a man to be hanged but he kept outrunning the law. "You sly dog!" Sid slapped his knee and scooted his chair back so fast it made an awful screech. There was a thump from where Gene assumed was the bedroom, when Mary emerged from the doorway in her silken robe. Gene would've blushed had he been his old self. Had he been anyone at all anymore.

"What in the Lord's good name is going on out here?" She didn't seem to be mad, but rather playing at it. "Eugene Sledge, is that you causing trouble in my house?" Gene caused trouble everywhere. That's what the devil did when he got inside your soul. He made you destroy yourself and those around you. His lips lifted in one corner in a true Snafu impression. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to cause such a disturbance." He stood and bowed gently to her. "Sid and I were just about to head out to the train station." Gene looked down at his untouched coffee and thought to hand it to Mary. She might as well enjoy it before it gets cold. Sid stood up and grabbed his coat. It seemed letting Sid believe this was for a woman had propelled him into action. "I won't be long," he kissed Mary on the cheek. Sid grabbed his keys from the same hook his jacket had been on. "Well, come on now lover boy we best be gettin' on." Gene couldn't move fast enough to get out of his seat. He needed to keep moving before his mind came to. Before he hopped on his bike and rode all the way back home and never came back out again. This was his only chance to act. "Lover boy?" Mary smiled, "Gene, that's wonderful. I wish you the best." Gene cringed inwardly. "Thanks." He mumbled. It was a benefit to him that everyone thought him shy. His guilt could easily be mistaken for sheepishness.

He nearly squeezed himself through the front door at the same time as Sid. He took long strides to the car, and grabbed the handle before Sid had even reached the car to unlock it. "Alright, alright, I'm comin'!" Sid had picked up the pace to unlock the door and climb in. He leaned to the right and opened Gene's door for him. Gene immediately flung himself into the seat and fastened his seatbelt before he could run away. Strapped himself in good. "I'll take your bike home later for you." Gene nearly threw up. He hadn't even told his parents he was going on a walk. And now he was planning to leave the state entirely. His mother would call the police. "Shit, Sid. I forgot to tell them I was leaving. I didn't even leave a note." Gene began attempting to unbuckle himself. He needed to get home. If the police came for him and found him with Snafu they'd be arrested. They'd be blue discharged. He didn't know which one was worse. Sid stopped his hand, "I'll tell 'em when I drop your bike off. Don't worry about it. I'll be home and back to your place before they even realize you're gone."

Gene steadied his hand under the pressure of Sid's. Sid would probably never touch his hand again if he knew. He'd never jokingly wrestle with him. He'd be too afraid he'd catch what Gene had. That Gene would be attracted to him. That Gene would ruin everything like he always did. This was just another secret he would have to take to God before he was banished to hell. Why couldn't he get the devil out of him? But despite his inner chastising, Gene let his body rest in his seat. Sinking into the leather and willing himself to calm down. No one knew. No one would know. Sid would take care of him like he always did. Sid, who trusted him, while Gene wore a liar's face. Gene had no idea if Snafu was even still in New Orleans. Gene had no idea if Snafu even wanted to see him. Snafu had left him on the train after all. Gene had probably read into ever stare, every gentle touch, every time Snafu seemed to cut in the shower line until suddenly Gene and Snafu were undressed and standing close. Every time they searched desperately for each other on the battlefield, or in the line of fire, until they knew the other was still breathing. Both sneaking glances, but doing well to hide it. He had imagined all of it in his sick homosexual mind.

"You alright?" Sid asked, glancing sideways at Gene. Unbeknownst to Gene, he had been wearing a pained expression and holding his breath. "I'm sure she'll be delighted to see you. You don't need to be so nervous." Gene almost laughed. Sid had no idea what he was saying. He had no idea at all. "I'm just tired. I haven't slept well in ages." Gene responded, changing the subject. He couldn't stand telling Sid anymore lies than he had to. And there was no way to explain the worry without explaining the truth. "Yeah, I hear you there. Some nights I get a couple hours. Some nights it feels I get a solid couple minutes. Mary's understanding about it." Gene's mind wandered to whether he and Snafu would keep each other up at night with their nightmares. With their stirring. Maybe they'd both stay up together knowing what it was like in each other's brains. Maybe they'd get real good at distracting each other instead. Gene would give anything to let Snafu use him as a distraction. Gene could wrap his legs around Snafu. He could let Snafu move inside of him until they both forgot about everything but each other.

"I'm happy you two have each other," Gene shouted over his thoughts. Sid laughed at him. "Well, I'm overjoyed you want the whole world to know how happy you are for us, Eugene." He was ripping apart at the seams and it was only a matter of time before he lost the ability to pull himself to reality. He had to get away from Sid. From this town. From these burdens. Luckily, the rest of the drive remained uneventful as Sid let Gene get lost in his thoughts, and Gene willed his thoughts to stay in his head. He worried every thought was writing itself out on his face. On every inch of exposed skin. And when he stepped out of the car to say goodbye to Sid, the truth would be there staring back at him. And Sid would stare on, horrified. Until he called out for the police, and Gene was taken away. All his rights stripped, as if he had never existed at all. Just as God had intended.

They pulled into the station, when Sid slammed on the breaks and the car jolted. "Eugene, you don't have any bags with you! How did I not notice? What the hell are you going to do? You can't show up to your lady looking like that." Gene's head snapped to look at Sid. "How dare you? I've never looked so good?" He left his mouth slightly agape in mock horror at what Sid had insinuated. Sid laughed in return. "You haven't shaved, and I think you slept in those clothes." Gene hadn't even thought about clothes. About belongings. He guessed he'd have to start over when he got to Louisiana. "I bet they dress differently down there anyway. I'll consult the best shopkeepers around when I arrive." Gene wanted to get on that train before he changed his mind. If they left to go to his house to grab clothes he'd never come back.

"Do you even have any money?" Gene could've kicked himself. He really brought nothing. He wouldn't even be able to leave if he wanted to. Sid leaned slightly and dug in his coat pocket until he pulled out a wad of bills with a rubber band around them. Sid had a lot of distrust for banks, and often kept cash on him or hidden in his home. "No," Gene was already protesting. He would go home. He would forget this foolishness. "Yes, take it." Sid was pushing the money into Gene's coat pocket. "Absolutely not, stop it. I won't take money from yo-" Sid unfastened Gene's seatbelt and then pushed open his own car door and stepped out. "Sid!" Gene threw his door open and their eyes met over the roof of the car. "I can't take this." Gene couldn't lie to his friend and then rob him of his money too. "Eugene. If you don't take the money and get the hell out of this town I will take it personally. You can't stay here and keep doing this. Look at you. This is your chance to start over. Don't you want that? I'd do anything to get you back. This is the least I can do for you. Now get your ass up to that counter, get your tickets, and get out of my hair before I drag your scrawny ass up there and embarrass you in front of all of these decent folk."

"Sid--"

"I mean it!" Gene snapped his mouth shut. "I won't take no for an answer. Now get."

Gene came around to Sid's side of the car. "I'll never be able to repay you." Sid wrapped an arm around him in a gentle hug. This may be the last time Sid would ever touch him without disgust. Without questioning what dirty thoughts Gene took away from these interactions. Gene loved Sid, but never in that way. He was his brother. But Sid would never understand that distinction. Sid would be horrified by every time Gene had ever touched him. Gene hugged Sid, hard. He loved him like family. The thought of losing Sid crushed him. He tried to pour every ounce of his love into Sid with one hug. 'Please,' he mentally begged, 'Please know that I'll never be able to repay you for all the love you've given me. I've lied to you. I've deceived you. You're pure, and I'm rotten, and I deserve none of this.' Sid hugged him back with a similar strength before pushing Gene gently to arms length and putting a hand on each bicep. "You write to me, Eugene. You tell me everything." Gene nearly crumbled under the weight of his lies. He'd never be able to tell Sid everything. Even if he died to.

"I will," he lied. He was becoming a pro at this.

Sid stepped to the left and turned around to rest against the drivers side of the car. Giving Gene the room to leave and head towards the counter. Gene took the opportunity before he could stop himself. He approached the long line to wait for his turn. He stole a glance at Sid who waved goodbye at him, and got in the drivers seat. Sid must've wanted to keep his promise to return to his house for Gene's bike, and notify Gene's parents before they worried. Gene again mentally thanked Sid for every single thing he ever did for him, and moved one step closer towards his future.