#also have to book my shot but im having a hell of a time

[orcelito]

Honestly when I say I'm not a movie watcher I feel like most ppl just don't really Get It. Or maybe instead, I just don't get how other people *are* more movie watchers than me.

Like I watch movies socially, when someone I'm hanging out with wants to watch smth, bc then I can chat about it with them & even make commentary if we're watching outside of theaters. Keeps it entertaining. But on my own??? Sitting still for 1-2 hours straight?? Focusing on one thing for that long??? Nevermind the fact that I can easily focus on smth like reading or video games for that long or longer - video games are significantly more interactive & when im reading I often take little breaks to fuck around on my phone Anyways. And sure, I've had times watching a show or whatever where I watch a full 12 or so episodes in a row, aka longer than a movie, but STILL... it's still more bite sized, easier for my brain to digest before moving on to the next one. Watching a movie alone is like hell to my adhd brain.

So im like yeah, a lot of people like watching movies more than I do. I can understand that. But then there are people who are like "how can people not have watched this / have watched so few of these? Do they just not watch movies?!" And uh I mean kinda yeah, in my case. Not everyone likes watching movies?? From my perspective, I don't understand how you can enjoy sitting down and consuming all of One Story in 1-2 hour periods of time (excluding sequels and such, tho those still aren't the same as episodic things). But you don't see Me going around being like "how can so many people have watched these movies?! Do you have nothing else to do with your time?!" Or smth like that bc that would make me sound like an insane person lmao. Do you get what I'm saying

[astronnova]

cringe is dead right? anyway made up some danny phantom ocs. say hi to carly and carla, aka lee and la. do you get it? because the vampiress carmilla? do you get it? do you get the joke. do you ge- [gets shot]

i wanted to combine some of my favorite tropes for these two. i looove battle twins in media especially when they're side characters. like the twins from the book of life or something. i love battle maids/battle nuns too so. theres that. i also thought that they'd make some fun minions of vlad's. anyway heres a lot of headcanons and their story. to me. in my head.

instead of vlad's estate being a literal castle, to go with his vampire and gothic themeing instead i thought it would be badass as hell if he lived in a refurbished cathedral. he's over the top enough for it.

lee and la were twins who werent the best people, tho certainly not the worst, kind of middle of the road, when they eventually joined the church and became nuns to turn their lives around. though their old lives catch up to them and they're murdered in the church one night. their deaths causes the cathedral to be condemned and abandoned. a couple decades later, the dairy king buys the property and refurbishes it into a manor that he lives in until he passes, which is then where vlad steps in

vlad's a powerful ghost, and the way im assuming haunting works is that powerful ghosts claim territory to.... haunt yknow? dannys having territory spats with other ghosts because amity is his home/haunt, that kind of thing lol. so vlad's already OP as hell, by the time he's become rich enough to buy the manor he's highly respected as a millionaire and highly feared as plasmius (the wisconsin ghost? he probably has a cool moniker people use LOL). im sure vlad had no problem forcefully expelling ghosts from his territory and.... destroying them? second killing? who knows man lol afterlife makes that difficult to explain.

vlad makes quick work of getting rid of any ghosts that try to stay in the manor the second he moves in. lee and la arent the most powerful ghosts in the area, but they are the most prominent since their murder caused a lot of folklore to surround the church, and theyre the most attached to it and dont want to leave it behind.

they're also scared enough of plasmius that i imagine they just cry and beg and grovel at vlads feet begging him to let them stay and they'll do anything. vlad atp i feel would do all of the "dirty work" himself when it comes to ghost stuff, so he thinks maybe they wouldnt be so bad to take on as errand girls. so he does, he lets them stay under the condition they do whatever he tells them to whenever he says. they agree instantly

vlad in the show is def not above manipulating, threatening, or paying off others to do dirty work for him, so i think itd be cool or smth to have lee and la be the ones that were first added to the plasmius payroll. and then the buzzards, and the others, etc.

itd be funny i think that they're reoccuring side kicks that are this mix of like. team rocket but not as incompetent, but they are kind of goofy. they annoy the hell out of vlad when he's near them though, which has become more often since i think to pass them off to other people he'd act like they're his secretaries or something. or like their job and relation towards vlad changes everytime we see them like how team rocket always have different disguises LOOOL. tho they prob have to cover up more and stuff to not look... yknow... dead. i like to think ppl in danny phantom can be more or less sensitive to spiritual stuff, so the more sensitive you are the more lee and la would cause your creep factor to go off.

so for bitter reunions they probably dont do much except protect the buzzard ghosts for phantom and then skedaddle when plasmius shows up to fight him. they probably act as vlads "hired help" for throwing the reunion and jack makes a horrible first impression on both of them somehow. idk i just think itd be really funny if they hated jack and maddie HAHA.

idk to me vlad has a "scar and the hyenas" from the lion king vibe with them. hes like "god im surrounded by idiots" everytime he hears them speak

though i guess one important thing to note is that theyre Not his daughters! the whole point with these two is to emphasize the fact that plasmius is lonely. danny has two friends that, despite danny's immense power, are all equal. they love eachother, look out for eachother and care for eachother no matter what. lee and la may liven up the room whenever they're around, but they're ultimately scared of vlad and stick around for their own sake. over the years they've probably come to like him some, but they're still driven by fear. they're not equals, theyre underlings.

[hangesfavles]

Beneath the Bruise

4.3k words! Yelena x GN reader. (i think i made the reader fully gn sorry if i slipped up) i fully prepared to end this at 3k words but was told to write more because it felt unfinished. >_<

Warnings: mentions of blood, brusing and a dead worm LMFAO 

Summary: You’re a humble medic tending to Yelena after she gets into a fight with another soldier, but you’re a bit of a mess under her scrutiny.

A/N: WOWEE another request yayayyayay this idea is so silly cute. i havent written yet for yelena so i really hope i do her character justice because i love her and i honestly havent dipped my toes into writing this type of character yet (like a character that isn’t upfront with their emotions and all that, but im happy to try) i read the request and knew immediately how i wanted the story to be laid out so i’m really excited to get this out there (im writing this before even starting the fanfiction lmaoaoa)

also stream gnarly by KATSEYE & enjoy

To you, you’ve always seen Marley as a machine: a machine that you always knew your place in. You’re just one small part of a larger whole, like a single screw that helps keep things in place. The role you play in Marley’s grand scheme is typically done on the sidelines, often overshadowed by civilians, yet appreciated by soldiers that play a greater, more dangerous role than you. 

You’ve known that you were going to be a medic from a young age. People have always commended you for your unwavering care and kindness, even to the littlest of things.

Your parents never let you forget about how you cried and cried at the ripe age of 7 over stepping on a worm, accidentally killing it. You held it in your hands, with no regard for the slime and dirt that transferred to your hands as a result, blubbering out quiet apologies as if it could still hear you. 

That softness, that instinct to help and heal stayed with you, even as the world around you became increasingly more rigid and hard. In a country where compassion was often mistaken for weakness, you learned to focus your tenderness into your steady hand to practice unrivaled precision. 

Even now, as you’ve seen soldiers return in puddles of their own blood, the strongest of men and women groveling in front of you, you weren’t deterred. The little child that once shed tears over a dead worm is still inside your heart and mind, wanting to help more than ever.

It wasn’t often that you would remember a particular soldier. Oftentimes, if one was to frequent enough times for you to remember their name, they would be discharged from training due to incompetence, or you would alternatively find their remains scouring the battlefield.

However, you happen to know the name of one particular soldier from not only a personal interest, but also the whisperings of your coworkers and soldiers alike that trail her wherever she roams. Yelena. An unnervingly tall woman, both enigmatic and dangerous in all the ways you were taught to fear. 

Maybe that was what drew you in about her, the way she was so unlike anything you’re used to. You don’t know much about her, hell- you don’t even know her last name, but you know just enough to grasp the fact you were hooked.

She was a book you felt that you couldn’t put down. She effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes, and not just yours. You’re unsure if it’s willing or not, or if she’s even aware of it. 

She’s cold, unsettling and often blunt or rude. She’s strong, a natural leader, someone everyone noticed, and you’re the complete opposite. 

Some soldiers come into the infirmary from injuries gained from training, some tumble in drunk, scraped or bruised from a fall, some are rolled in after getting shot, sliced, or stabbed during a battle. The least often kind of injuries that people come in for are from fights amongst each other.

So here you are, ushering the tall blonde woman into one of your cots as blood dramatically flows from her nose. She takes a seat with little urgency, holding her nose with her head tilted backward to avoid dripping blood on the floor or her uniform.

You gently graze the back of her head with your hand, feeling the sharp prickles of hair from her undercut, guiding her head forward instead.

Unbeknownst to you, she tenses at how quick you are to touch her, rather than just telling her with your words. “Don’t tilt backwards, the blood could go down your throat, and it’s not in my itinerary to clean up blood-vomit today.” You tell her. 

Now that you’ve tilted her head the correct way, you turn around sharply to find a cloth or napkin she can properly bleed into. You’re so preoccupied with tending to Yelena, the current fuel of your curiosity, that you almost miss the man being carried in by two other soldiers, his arms slung over the shoulders of his friends. 

You notice the crowd enough to shout for another medic to attend to him, quickly at that, since he is in a noticeably worse condition than the woman seated behind you.

You grab a small hand towel from a nearby drawer to hand to Yelena. When you transfer the towel to her, her fingers graze yours. Normally, you might feel a fluttering in your stomach, though this time you can’t help but cringe as you notice her blood has transferred to your bare hands. 

You turn on your heel once more, washing off the blood from your hands and adorning proper gloves that you had forgotten in the flustering moment of seeing her bleeding in front of you, in need of your care. 

She doesn’t thank you, nor does she outwardly react at all. She silently tilts her head into the towel, awkwardly glancing at your shoes, which she notices are carefully treading closer to her. 

She’s once again shocked by your hands-on mindset as you use your first finger and middle finger to pinch the bottom of her nose, where the bridge flares out to turn into her nostrils.

“Squeeze here, it will stop the blood flow quicker.” You say, holding on to her nose for a second longer than what might be considered socially acceptable. She responds to you with a simple hum, replacing your fingers with her own.

Immediately, you’ve struck her as somewhat odd. She’s heard of you, as many in the military have. You’re regarded as one of the best medics they have on call, if not for how well you handle your patients, it’s for your genuine care and softness for people. 

You’ve always been described as level-headed, soft spoken, focused. But as she gazes up at you, you seem frantic and fidgety, maybe even uncomfortable. She’s trying to chalk your demeanor up to you being scared of her. She’s more than aware of her reputation she’s gained in the military.

You decide to make use of the time you have until her nose stops bleeding, as shifting on your feet and staring at her is starting to make you sweat from the awkward tension. 

You grab her hand that isn’t on her nose, flipping it over to glance at her knuckles. You can already see some swelling paired with the blood-filled cracks in her skin. You grab some gauze and wet it, carefully dabbing at the dry skin of her hand to clean the blood. 

Yelena is trying to sort through her thoughts silently. Are you always this touchy? If you were, why hadn’t she heard about it? With the way some soldiers speak about you, of your beauty, kindness, and technique, surely someone would’ve mentioned that with drool dripping from their lips.

She’s brought out of her thoughts as a piece of the gauze gets hooked on her dry skin, pulling it up slightly as you lift the cloth. It doesn’t hurt that bad, but she hisses. She wasn’t prepared to be dragged out of her mind so soon. 

You let out a soft, sad noise as you hear her wince. “Sorry.” You whisper, changing the gauze out once the blood is cleaned up. You put some ointment on it, allowing it to be transferred onto her skin.

While doing this, you notice just how large her hands are. You suppose it makes sense in relation to her size, and how she is still towering over you as she sits on the cot in front of you. You absentmindedly continue to dab her with ointment past the necessary amount.

By the time you come to your senses, she’s removed her nose from the cloth, noticing how the bleeding has stopped. She sniffs, now looking down at your smaller and thinner hand tending to her knuckles. You grab a light wrapping, holding her hand as you work the bandage around her palm and fingers. 

When you dare to take a peek at her, she returns the gesture, looking back at you with an unreadable expression. There isn’t much conversation between you two, as you’re both lost in your own respective thoughts. It’s a little tense. 

You move on to her other hand now that she’s done with the washcloth, tossing the bloody towel into the trash. Once again, without asking, you pick up her hand and get to work. Uncharacteristically, she decides to inquire. “Are you always this handsy? Aren’t you supposed to ask for permission before touching me?” 

Her words sound teasing, but her tone indicates nothing of sarcasm, interest, playfulness, anything, really. Since it’s hard to tell what her tone is, it’s hard to form a proper reply. 

Your first thought was that this was some sort of attempt at teasing, so you respond as such. “I mean, you kinda knew what you were getting into since you came into the infirmary. Did you want me to stare at you while you bled on the floor?”

She lets out a soft huff through her nose. You can’t tell if it’s a huff of annoyance or if it’s the closest thing you’d get to a laugh out of her. She lets the silence hang between you for a few prolonged seconds.

“No.” She said plainly. “But it’s not like it was life or death. You could’ve asked. I would’ve been fine if I bled there for a few minutes.” You give a soft, amused chuckle “Yes, I’m sure you would have survived. But if everyone had that mindset of standing around instead of getting care, I’d be out of a job.” 

Once again, silence settles in the air. You’re keenly aware of every sound, now that there’s nothing else to focus on. The steady intake and releasing of her breath, the slightest shuffle that comes from the gauze against her hand, the quiet noises of the other nurses in distant rooms. 

“I don’t mind it.” she says finally. Her voice is level, not exactly warm, but not biting either. She can read the stiffness of your shoulders and the way you avoid looking at her for more than 2 seconds at a time, and she assumes that her presence is stressing you out. And in a way, it is.

But that doesn’t really explain everything, does it? If you were so scared of her, wouldn’t you avoid touching her at all costs?

She can see the confusion that seeps into your expression due to her minimal words, so she continues. “Being touched.” Her words are unexpected and unprovoked. You try your hardest not to let her words get to you, because she doesn’t mean them in the way your mind secretly and silently hopes that she does. Touching her was sort of part of your job, in this case. 

“Oh,” is all you manage at first. Then, fumbling for something better, comes “That’s good. Makes my job easier.”

Yelena’s gaze drops back to your hands, still halfway through applying ointment. “You’re nervous.” she states.

A beat passes.

You stiffen, heart picking up. “I’m not.” You’re not sure what inspired her to call you out, but you’re wishing she had ignored the urge.

“You are,” she insists, tilting her head slightly, her voice smooth and calm. “You’re different from the stories.”

“Stories?” you ask, tying her hand with the bandages just a little too tight. “I didn’t know I had stories.”

She shrugs. “People worth knowing tend to have some.” You wonder if that’s supposed to be a compliment, but coming from her, it sounds more like an assessment. The silence that follows now becomes less tense, but it isn’t yet comfortable either. 

Once you drop her hand, you take a glance at her face and notice the dried blood remaining on her lips and nose. You have half the mind to just tell her, and give her another towel to wash it off. But she gave you indirect permission to invade her personal space, didn’t she? 

You were always meant to be a medic. Maybe you were never meant to have power, knowing that having it would make you mad. 

Within the same hour of having power, you’re already deciding to abuse it. You grab another hand towel, dampening it with water. She watches you, her eyes giving away the slightest hint of confusion.

You grab her jaw carefully, gently, as if a sudden move could cost you your fingers. Your grip steadies her head, your other hand shaking as you carefully wipe the dried blood from her nose and mouth. 

You dare not look at her eyes now. But the curiosity in you gnaws at you more than you can stand. Her eyes are locked onto your face like a hawk. The power you thought you had slips through your fingers as quickly as you felt it, almost as if it was never there to begin with.

Her stare is intense, like a predator hunting their prey. You definitely feel like her prey with the way she looks at you as if ready to devour at any moment. Despite that, you still have trouble understanding what she could be thinking and feeling.

Is she staring at you that way because she plans to kill you? Or is it possible that you’re intriguing her? Is she loving your closeness or loathing it?

Your hand slowly releases her chin, falling to your side. The hand clutching the towel also drops to your side. Your body language screams your disbelief at your own actions.

“Well, you’re fixed up.” You say with faux confidence, gesturing toward the bandages and taking a step back to regain personal space. “Try not to punch anyone else for the next 24 hours.”

She doesn’t move to stand. Instead, she stays seated with one elbow resting on her knee, chin propped in her bandaged hand. “Do you always act so stern when you’re nervous?”

You narrow your eyes at her, still unsure if she’s joking or serious. Probably both. You cross your arms, partially to put on a more confident stance, partially to keep your hands from fidgeting in front of her sharp gaze. “Stern? More like professional.”

Yelena hums again, that low sound from deep in her chest sending a wave of electricity down your spine. “Hm, no. You’re backing away from me like I’m going to eat you alive.” She comments.

“Well,” you say, offering a soft smile, with barely concealed nervousness “You did come in due to a fight: moments before a man was dragged in, barely recognizable. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘approachable.’” 

When you take another glance at her, you see that her expression is neutral, but no longer blank. You can catch a small glint of amusement in her words, actions and tone. “Maybe I’m not. Approachable, I mean. Maybe you shouldn’t be so curious about people like me.”

You’re caught between wanting to deny her read entirely and admit to her that maybe she’s right. You’d been hyper-aware of every movement around her, unsure if touching her was like handling a wild animal that might suddenly bite. “Is it so wrong to be curious?”

Another bout of silence. This one is heavier.

Her gaze drops to your chest, then back up to your face, slowly, deliberately, without shame. “You should be careful,” she says at last. “Curiosity doesn’t always end well. Not for people like you.”

You don’t know what to make of that. Is she looking down on you? “People like me?” You inquire, your brows furrowing defensively. She leans forward a little, enough that your breath catches from the proximity, though she still doesn’t stand. “Soft people.” she says plainly.

The words could be cruel. They might be cruel. But her voice doesn’t carry malice. Nothing about her is easy to understand, seemingly.

And then, finally, she stands. “That’s not something that’s found much around here.”

She’s tall. You knew that, and it’s never changed, but somehow it feels different when she rises to full height right in front of you. She’s still, her arms loose at her sides, one hand gently flexing inside its new wrapping. You have to crane your neck slightly to meet her eyes.

Your lips part, then press together again. You let the silence hold between you as you try to decipher if she’s being kind or cruel. “Right. I don’t really know if you mean that in a respectful way, but I’ll accept it as a compliment.”

“Hm.” She hums, looking down at you to meet your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.” 

You’re amused now, the nerves slowly settling, even fading away slightly. You’re still unsure of her, but the more you banter, the less scared you are. 

“I think I’ll be seeing you again,” she murmurs, just quiet enough for only you to hear. Your eyes follow her as she strides past you, without pride or dramatics. Only the same calm and controlled footsteps you’re used to watching from a distance.

She grabs a stray pen from the counter, writing something on the clipboard you had discarded after bringing her in.

She pauses right before the doorway. “Try not to worry too much about it, your hands need to be as steady as everyone says.” Right. So, she’s definitely teasing you.

“My hands are steady.” You try to confirm as confidently as possible. But it’s hard to say seriously when your hands are still warm where hers had been. “That remains to be seen by me.” She says before heading out, the door shutting with a soft click.

The feeling she left you with had you confirmed in the fact that you definitely want to see her again. For that brief interaction, you don’t only feel like just a screw in a machine. You feel human: thrilled, overwhelmed with different emotions.

You walk over to the clipboard, using all the restraint in your body to not skip or jump over to it. It reads: “Yelena- Hall G Room 12.”

You spent an abnormal amount of time staring at her handwriting on your clipboard. 

Yelena- Hall G Room 12.

You tell yourself it's just a follow-up. It’s the responsible thing to do, to make sure she’s okay after having her nose busted and knuckles torn up. You’d check on any patient like this. Probably.

Maybe.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s too soon. It’s only been a day since she’s come into the infirmary. But she was plaguing your mind and barely leaving, tall, sarcastic, unnerving Yelena. It was almost maddening, the way just thinking about her had you tossing and turning in your bed. 

Your heart pounds against your chest as you stand outside her door. It’s surprising that she hasn’t heard it through the wall that separates you. You try to shove your thoughts aside and gently thump against the wooden door. 

There’s a slight pause that stresses your nerves so badly that your toes curl inside your shoes. But then you hear her impassive voice.

“Come in. It’s open.” With her approval, you step inside warily, as if you were a small, scared animal. You don’t feel much different from one. 

Her room is small and impersonal. The room’s furniture only consists of a wardrobe, desk, a chair with wheels, and a small bed. You’re not even sure that she fits in the bed provided to her given her unorthodox height.

When you walk in, Yelena is sitting up in her bed, with her legs criss crossed. She’s holding a book that she makes look tiny in comparison to her hands, though she doesn’t seem to be that interested in it.

You doubt that she’s changed the wraps that you put on her hand, as they seem to have dried blood seeping through slightly. You hold up the items held in your hands for her to see. 

“I brought some more ointment and bandages.” You say simply, trying not to give away the fact you couldn’t care less if she replaced her bandages. In reality, you just wanted to see her again and you knew it, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.

She lets out a barely noticeable chuckle. “Do you always hand deliver extra supplies?” She tilts her head at you in a way that makes you feel like a puppet under her control. She has to know that she has you wrapped around her finger. 

You don’t answer right away, because you’re not sure how you should respond. “No. Most come back when they need supplies, but you haven’t.” She gestures lazily to the space on the bed in front of her, placing her book aside. “Go on then, doc.” 

You’re melting over her words, truly. You would melt just standing next to her, her impact on you is just that strong.

You steady your legs, walking towards her bed carefully as if you’re heading straight into a lion’s den. You take a seat in front of her, placing the supplies on the blanket.

You reach for her hand tentatively, unwrapping the bandages as if she was fragile and delicate, like porcelain. When you take a glance at her knuckles, you glance at the swelling and bruising; it was nothing unexpected, and definitely not infected.��

Yelena watches with a sharp gaze, studying your actions as well as your body language. She’s starting to become familiar with your mannerisms despite only being formally acquainted for a day. 

You can feel the weight of her gaze pressing into you. “You really came just to check on my hand?” she asks you, her voice low. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but she might sound softer than usual. 

You let out a soft sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as you reapply the cream to her hands. “I don’t know what I came for.” And then, after another second of thinking, “But you wrote your room number down. It didn’t seem like you wanted me to ignore it.”

Yelena leans the tiniest bit closer. The light from the ceiling casts shadows across her features, making her look even more statuesque. “Maybe I didn’t.” Your hands freeze for a split second as you unwrap her other hand. “You’re not easy to read.”

She watches you a little differently now. Less like prey, more like an anomaly. “You’re not what I expected,” she says, voice almost a murmur. “Neither are you, I think.” You tell her. “I don’t really know what I expected.” Your words were stated honestly, and she softly hummed in response.

As you finish rewrapping her other hand, you feel an overwhelming urge to make some sort of move. Surely you’re not the only one feeling the tension that settled over the both of you from the mix of banter and subtle flirting.

Fuck it, you think. With faux confidence, you bring one of her hands up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss on her bandages.

She pauses, staring at you with a look you can only describe as incredulous. You don’t move, neither does she. Your pulse is so loud in your ears it’s a shock that you can still hear what she says next.

“That wasn’t very professional.” She says, though you can hear the playful lilt laced carefully into her tone. But before you can send yourself into a panicked spiral, she continues “But not unwanted.” 

You’re not sure how to respond, like, you’re drawing an absolute blank, as if your brain finally caught up to your actions after already performing them. You drop her hand shyly, placing them on your knees instead with your elbows locked. 

She smirks, barely. But it’s the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen from her. “Don’t act so nervous,” she says. “You’re the one who kissed me, remember?”

God, this game of cat and mouse is going to be the death of you. Your breath is unsteady from nerves. “It was just your hand.” you say, half-defensive, half-embarrassed.

“I don’t believe for a second that you did that as a friendly gesture. I doubt you kiss all of your patients better, just like you don’t hand deliver extra bandages to them either.” She closes her eyes and takes a breath. “It’s not smart to get involved with me, for more reasons than one.”

You know her words are probably correct, despite you being oblivious to the full connotation of what she means. “But,” she adds “you should come back again anyway. Without the excuse of a follow up appointment.”

Once again, you’re fully speechless. I mean, what are you supposed to respond with after being read as easily as a children's book? You guess the best thing to do is make sure she’s not on the edge of her seat. 

“Yeah, I’ll drop by again sometime.” You say in a breathy tone. “There’s nothing left for me to do, so I’ll head out for the night.” You really don’t want to leave, but you know you shouldn’t keep her up late at night, and you shouldn’t keep yourself up late either.

“Right.” She says in a simple and neutral tone, in true Yelena fashion. She stands up to open the door for you. “Before you go, I have something to return to you, though.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You hadn’t given her anything other than bandages, and she wasn’t going to remove them after you spent the time changing them out for her.

You stand up and walk closer to her, but not past her and the threshold of her room just yet. She leans down to your height, her hand resting under your chin to lift it up before she seals her lips with your own. 

You wouldn’t have expected to kiss Yelena, but in a world where you did expect it, you didn’t think it would be as soft and careful as it was in actuality. It was short and sweet, not lasting more than a few seconds.

“Goodnight, doc. I’ll be seeing you soon.” She says with certainty, though it doesn’t sound cocky. 

If you hadn’t gotten good sleep last night, you would be surprised if you slept at all tonight.

[mentally-gone002]

is it too early to love you? - part 4

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: readers ex boyfriend is an asshole… so much so that he makes readers night a little harder. but reader calls spencer, and he makes it alright.

warnings: blood

a/n: ehehehehehe this is my fav part!!!!! also this was all written in one go (part 1, pt 2, pt 3 and pt 4) so gimme like a few hours, a monster energy drink and some sour patch kids and i’ll pump another part out😜😜😜

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when the case ended i went back home. james was kind enough to return my key, which surprised me, but im glad he wasn’t petty enough to steal it. 

or at least i thought he wasn’t petty.

he might not have been petty enough to lock me out of my apartment but he was petty enough to trash the place.

when i got home my dishes were smashed on the floor, a few of my paperback books were torn up and my tv was gone. 

“jesus.” i murmured through an exhausted sigh. 

i decided to call him. 

“why are you calling me?” 

“i just got home and my place is a mess. disaster would be a better word actually.” i told him. 

he laughed lightly on the other end. “what the hell are you talking about?” 

i scoffed, crossing one arm over my chest. “you know damn right what i’m talking about, so don’t play dumb.” i stepped carefully over the glass pieces that used to be my dishes. i stared at one of my books on the floor, the cover of it was torn in half. “why’d you do this? i haven’t given you a reason to be this much of an asshole.” 

james said something to someone on his end of the phone. “i have my own reasons.”

“what reason is that?” 

“why do you want to know?” 

“so that i can determine weather or not to call the police on you for vandalism.” 

james sputtered out a laugh. “vandalism? please! you wouldn’t call the cops on me.” i swallowed thickly because he was right. “i got you.” he said in a sing-song tone i hated.

i hung up on him. he didn’t deserve a goodbye, or to be able to contact me again. i blocked his number and deleted it. 

i took some time to breathe and process my surroundings before my phone was once again pressed to my ear. 

“hello?” spencer sounded cheerful. and i hated to be calling about this, because i knew he wasn’t going to stay happy. “you there?”

“yeah, i’m here.” i nodded. i had no idea why i called him if i’m being honest. 

“you okay?” he already knew. his tone changed. 

i closed my eyes and sighed. “i’m great spencer.” i almost said it through my teeth, walking back to my kitchen to find a broom. “i’m just- ow, shit!” my food came down on a large piece of what used to be a drinking glass. 

“what happened?” spencer’s voice was faint as i tried to balance on one foot in the middle of a floor filled with glass.

i looked around for a safe path away from the mess. “i stepped in a piece of glass.” i answered him, carefully limping over to my couch and flipped over the back to lay against the cushions. i whimpered when i bumped my injured foot with my unharmed one. 

spencer shuffled around on his end of the phone. i heard keys jingling and his door opening. “i’ll be over in twenty minutes.” 

“spence, no, im fine, it’s just…” i looked at my foot from where its propped up on my knee and pulled a face. “it’s fine, i’ll be fine.” i assured him though it was meant more for myself. 

“i’m still coming over.” he replied. “don’t touch the glass.” 

the line went quiet and i knew he hung up. 

i groaned in pain, watching my blood soak through my sock and drip onto my light grey rug. “shit.” i leaned back into the cushions in pain and exhaustion. 

i can replace the rug. 

spencer got to my place is record time, coming in the already open door because i forgot to close it. 

“what happened?” his voice had me sitting up in shock, whipping my head around to look at him. i shot him a look, silently asking ‘why ask if you already know?’ spencer frowned as he carefully walked across the apartment to me. when he saw the glass in my food he pulled a face similar to the one i did when i first saw it. 

“before you ask if i was watching where i was going, i wasn’t.” i laughed with pain laced in my voice. he didn’t laugh. “it’s not that bad.” 

he sat beside me carefully and leaned toward my foot to look at it better. “do you have a medical kit?” his eyes studied how the glass stabbed into me as he asked. 

“surprisingly yes.” i gestured back to my bedroom. “i have one under the bathroom sink, it’s in the back on the left.” 

spencer stood up to retrieve the kit in less than thirty seconds. he set the contents of the kit on the coffee table before looking at me. “i’m gonna have to pull it out.” 

i nodded, already knowing that. i sat up a little. “okay. let’s get it over with.” i breathed heavily in and out while spencer put on latex gloves that were in the kit. he barely touched the glass and i winced. 

“sorry.” he muttered softly while grabbing the glass between his index and thumb. i screwed my eyes shut and squeezed the couch cushions in my hands. “i’m gonna count-“

“don’t fucking count, just do it.” i laughed due to anxiety, eyes still closed. 

spencer breathed deeply and then there was a sharp pain that made me lurch forward, humming in pain. 

i opened my eyes to watch as spencer quickly grabbed a piece of gauze to press it against my foot. he held it there with one hand as he met my eyes, sighing deeply. “thanks for taking care of me, doc.” i joked. 

he smiled at me, shaking his head. “don’t thank me yet, i’m not done.” 

“do you think i’ll need stitches?” i nodded at my foot. i leaned forward once the pain went down a little. 

spencer shrugged and reached for the shard that used to be in my foot. he held it up for me to see. half of it was covered in blood and the other half was a pretty shade of light green. 

i frowned. “i really liked that cup.” 

spencer laughed slightly, setting the glass back down. “you might need stitches.” he answered my initial question. “but i can do that for you. i know you don’t like hospitals.” 

i smiled at his words, surprised that he remembered that. but, he remembers everything. 

“thank you.” 

“i told you not to thank me.” he reminded. 

my eyes rolled. “too bad, i’m thanking you anyway. get over it.” 

he laughed again, just a short huff of air through his nose as he pulled the gauze away from my foot. 

he took some scissors and cut my sock off my foot, which i protested because i really like these socks, but he told me he’d replace them. when he saw the extent of the damage he determined stitches would be best prior to disinfecting the wound and getting some thread and a needle. 

“this is gonna hurt.”

“well no shit.” i sunk into my couch, just ready for this to be over. i looked at spencer while he held the needle in one hand while looking at me in confusion. “sorry… i’m ready to not be doing this anymore.” 

“i’ll be done really quick, i promise.” he nodded at me. “it’s only a half inch long and a quarter inch deep-“ 

“stop talking, i love you, but stop talking.” i dropped my head back with closed eyes. 

spencer cleared his throat, processing my words as best he could before starting with the stitches. it really didn’t take that long but it did hurt like hell. 

“okay, i’m done.” spencer wrapped gauze around my foot before taking off his latex gloves, gathering everything with my blood on it and threw it away in my garbage can. 

“thank god.” i sighed, standing up to limp into the kitchen behind him, careful to avoid every fragment of glass on the floor this time. 

spencer watched me pull a broom out of the space between my fridge and the wall. “let me sweep.” he held out a hand for me to give up the broom. i glared at him. “don’t fight me on this.” he had a warning tone. 

i gave it up and decided to clean all my destroyed books. i carefully picked up all the pages that were ripped out so harshly.

“this one was my favorite.” i was just talking to myself but spencer stopped what he was doing to look at me. i felt his eyes on me so i smiled up at him before flipping through the worn book. i looked for the page in the front with the author’s signature on it but that was missing. my eyes scanned the floor frantically for the missing page, looking for the signature in deep blue ink i’ve looked at so many times. 

“what’re you looking for?” spencer stopped sweeping again. 

i glanced at him briefly, crawling over the floor, flipping pages over and looking through the stack of them i’d made, just in case i skipped over it. “i’m looking for a page.” 

“what page?” spencer joined me on the floor. 

i shook my head. “the autographed page from this one.” i tapped the halved cover of the book. “it’s a front page, one of the blank ones.” i explained. 

“he ripped up an autographed copy?” 

i nodded, hearing the hurt in his voice. “yeah.” 

spencer helped me look. the room went quiet apart from the occasional rustling of paper. 

“found it.” spencer called to me from where he was kneeling between the couch and coffee table. he held up the page and i sighed in relief, walking on my knees across the floor to him and taking the page into my hands. “it has your blood on it.” he noted. 

i stared at the handwriting and then at a small red soaked part of a corner. i didn’t care that it had my blood on it, i cared that it wasn’t destroyed. “i don’t think he knew this was my favorite book, or he would’ve done way worse.” i muttered, again just thinking out loud. 

“can i say something?” spencer asked. i nodded at him, studying his facial expression before he said, “i never liked him.” i laughed slightly. “im serious. the way he acted with you in public, not really paying attention to you. you’d tell me about things he’d do or say and i’d just feel mad… or upset at him.” i pursed my lips. “he didn’t deserve you.”

that feeling of heartache swelled in my chest as i smoothed my thumbs over the book page in my hands. i couldn’t look at him. not after he said that. he was right, like always. “we should keep cleaning.” i stood up, being mindful of my foot as i did. i placed the book page on my coffee table and went back to picking up all of my ruined books, taking mental notes of which ones i had to replace. spencer stood up off the floor and finished sweeping up the glass on the floor. he’d look at me every few minutes, i could feel it. his eyes made my skin prickle sometimes. he was the only person who’s eyes made me react like that. 

“are all of your dishes broken?” 

i hummed in unknowing, gently placing my trashed books into the garbage and then went to my cabinets, opening them to stare at a few dishes that survived james’s wrath. “thankfully, no.” i looked back at him with a relieved smile. “i am gonna go get new sets anyway though. i need a refresh for the whole place.” 

spencer hummed in response while putting the broom back from where he watched me grab it from earlier. “want me to help?” 

i shrugged. “if you want to hang out with me in ikea for like four hours then sure.” 

he smiled. “you know me, i never have plans.” 

“i do know you.” i smiled back, now facing him with my back to the near empty cabinets.

[teagballs]

hello angel! I was wondering if you could write a Dennis Reynolds x fem!reader one shot where basically, reader is apart of the gang and has been for a while. Surprisingly, one time when Dennis was really angry, she calmed him down. Everyone was shocked the first, but slowly overtime got used to it. Dennis always ignored the warm feeling in his chest when she calmed him, but when he went on a date and got really mad and the girl tried to calm him down, he got even more angry than realised he liked reader??

sorry if it’s confusing 😭🫶

calmed | dennis reynolds x reader

read part 2 here!!

authors note: HEYOOO still alive. thank u sm for this prompt anon! tbh it was a bit of a challenge and i struggled 😭 i always struggle to write for dennis. i hope i did this idea justice cuz i love it. also this is my first iasip fic im publishing yayayay please send more requests for it im sooo deep into it rn. ive got a dee fic in the works rn.

cw: average dennis insanity ofc, swearing, mentions of D.E.N.N.I.S ing girls so yk, mentions of sex.

fic under the cut!

You can recall the first time you ever saw Dennis freak out.

"Idiots! Fucking idiots all of them!" Dennis ranted in his usual methodic tone. The gang wasn't phased, this sort of Dennis rant was something they'd become accustomed to. For you - the latest addition the gang - you had never witnessed one of Dennis' outbursts. It was probably that empathic nature or yours that made you want to act, to console him. And you did. Despite the gang's protests, once they noticed you about to leap into action. They knew it was better to just let Dennis ride out the anger and come down again. But you reached out and touched his arm. The gang collectively held their breath, expecting Dennis to bark out some obscenities in response, but it never came. The feeling of your hand on him made him turn to face you, to look at you.

"Dennis, it's okay, we'll fix this, I promise."

And he calmed. And took a deep breath.

"You know what? You're right. I can fix this." Dennis exhaled. Everyone was shocked,

"What the fuck just happened." Mac said blankly. In the whole time they had known him, Dennis had never been able to be pacified from one of these insane outbursts.

But then it became frequent, because Dennis's raging was frequent. Every time he would begin ranting and raving, you were able to calm him down. It was a voice of serene amidst the chaos. It went on for years like this, as you became part of the gang.

You were usually there hanging out with the gang when things would go wrong, and you'd be able to solve it and calm him down. But today, that wasn't the case. Today, Dennis was on a date.

Dennis was in the process of getting this woman to sleep with him, his stock procedure. But the date had been falling apart. It first started with his suit getting ruined. After dressing himself up in a nice blazer and shirt outfit, it was massacred by spaghetti after Mac spilt it on top of Dennis. Mac was haphazardly carrying it through their shared kitchen and failed to notice him.

"Christ Mac, what the hell are you doing!"

But that was okay. He could manage. He would just have to change. And although this did delay him, he could still D.E.N.N.I.S this girl. He could just say he was late because he was helping some old lady cross the street or looking after a stray kitten.

After successfully making it out of the door, he began to drive to the date. A cute restaurant not too far from his apartment, a picturesque rendezvous. But this was stalled even further by the lack of parking spaces available. Dennis groaned at threw his head back against the car headrest. After circling the block for what felt like the 100th time, Dennis decided to just park further away and book it to the restaurant. He settled for a tucked away corner of the city. Sure, it was far, but hey, at least it was a space.

Finally, after running to the entrance of the restaurant, he saw his date waiting, arms folded.

"Dennis! There you are! What took you so long?Are you.. okay? You look at a little out of sorts." Cadence spoke.

"Sorry. Sorry. Some old hags cat was- was trying to cross the road. I had to run from the other side of town." Dennis panted. He didn't expect the journey to have made him so debilitated. 'Not a perfect excuse, either. I might have messed up the wording..' he thought.

Dennis and his date, Cadence finally entered the restaurant. Dennis regained most of his breath and approached the host.

"Reynolds, table for two." He told the host.

The host scanned their notebook with a pen and searching eyes.

"Sorry, sir, I don't see anything for Reynolds here. Are you sure you booked for this restaurant?" The host replied. They lacked any kind of care for the situation, replying in a detached tone. Most likely years of working customer service had drained them.

"Am I sure I booked for- do you think I'm some kind of bumbling buffoon? Of course I fucking did!" Dennis snarled. Seemingly the frustrations from the evening were overflowing and spilling out.

"What do you take me for some kind of idiot!?" Dennis continued to bawl.

At this point, his date was getting embarrassed of his uncontrolled emotions. Cadence leaned in and touched his forearm. And maybe if it wasn't Dennis Reynolds she had performed this action on, it could have worked and soothed him.

"Dennis its okay, we can go eat somewhere else if you want?"

Immediately Dennis shook her grip off him.

"If I want? Why would I want to eat somewhere else when I made a fucking reservation here. What I want is to eat here!" He snapped, tapping his finger on the hosts notebook.

"Dennis, it's okay. We will do whatever you want." Cadence tried again.

"What I want? What I want is... well, what would you know about fixing shit! You're just..! Well, you're not.. not." Oh. And that's when it hit him.

What Dennis wanted now was not a reservation at this pseudo-rich restaurant. And he knew he certainly didn't want Cadence to try and comfort him. Her words didn't seem to hold any mindfulness or meaning... but yours did. She wasn't you. What he wanted was you. That's all he ever wanted. Everything else he had been doing for was a pathetic search to fill the void. The women he was trying to do, D.E.N.N.I.S, the dates he'd go on, the sex he would have, it all meant nothing.

All he wanted was you. A pure undivided love and something he had never felt before. Dennis had an unprofound realisation that he liked someone. Something most come to grips with in adolescents. But for him, that realisation was something he had never had. It made his heart ache and burn. He needed to act. He needed to call you and spill his heart out. Because no one was like you, and that's all he could think about as he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.

[qoldenskies]

Hi, this is a silly question, but welp. Do you think publishing new content on ao3 pays off? I feel like the fandom is dying a bit and I don't know if it's worth writing ff :((

maybe this is just my personal opinion because i wasnt here at the height of the hype especially in 2022 (i watched the show in march 2024 and got into the fandom in june), but the rise fandom is not dying, dont worry.

there are posts here that frequently get thousands of notes, sometimes within days, fics that have gotten pretty popular that are RECENT, a whole culture of aus and events and zines that are still running.

ive been in dying fandoms (the pjo book fandom is so dead yall its joever) and in fandoms that were never even big in the first place (i was in a niche pokemon webcomic community that had upwards of maybe like 40 people active in its discord server, and most of the adults there were republicans or child groomers or usually both .... i know hell, i was there for like four years. trust me) and i havent been in a community as big as rise's since liiike. 2019, i think!

and regardless of any new official content coming out, its also good to note that there are a lot of active and dedicated tmnt fans who make official content for other, much older iterations too, and ive noticed a lot of the people who do are older which is definitely a good thing. fandoms at the peak of their hype are usually INSANELY preteen-infested and it's not a good environment i think should be desired. the discourse i see going around on tiktok right now is deranged but its not new by any means. i REFUSE to be a boomer because im only 18 and i know what its like to be 12, but i do not desire nor envy that kind of fame BAHFHDHGH

but like still. point i was getting to is that even if its not at its peak of popularity i dont think the fandom will be dying any time soon and it's not something to be afraid of. i can cite several fics that did wonderfully in numbers (although i dont recommend basing quality off that, its just important to note) despite being recent and have had the fandom in a chokehold as of late. canary continuity could probably count as one of those considering how crazy it was around november or so..... i miss november :')

i think we all kind of see ourselves like drops of water in a bucket and hesitate to come in so strong because we underestimate the importance of our own voices, especially because fandom attracts very socially anxious people, but a lot of the anxiety about engagement can be mitigated by engaging yourself and being the change you want to see! this also counts with creating content-- the thing about ao3 is that you can have completely different audiences for different fics unlike other platforms from what i've seen, so something may flop at first and then do really well later, or even take a while to kick off (cvd and coming undone have been getting some love lately ive noticed... i keep telling myself i'll continue them and then forgetting)

i'd say its definitely worth a shot to post, because ive noticed that ao3 comment sections are overwhelmingly positive in most cases. ive gotten some passive-aggressive or pushy comments before (usually out of confusion because they werent paying attention, which isnt my fault, or because theyre excited and what to see more, which i still do find flattering) but its always been in a sea of a lot of really wonderful people, which has been really helpful because i have disabling anxiety and constantly doubt myself haha.

i think the advice i see a lot of "write for yourself" is kind of unhelpful and doesn't get to the root of the problem because i think it takes away from the fact that art is such a deeply social part of human expression, and we create it to share it,,, i think a better way to put it is that you should write self-indulgently, and there's always a good chance of finding your people by the time you're finished-- i've connected with a lot of people with VERY similar tastes to me because of my writing and it's been miraculous because as great as my other friends are, their interests vary wildly from mine LOL. its worth it even if you dont kick off immediately!!! and of course i urge everyone to engage with artists and writers whenever you can, it means the world to them!!

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

The Flowers Died On Monday

Short one shot off of the following prompt: the flowers died on monday.

I didnt know everything about you. In fact, the mystery was what drew me in. What made me want more. You were a rich adopted kid, who stayed to himself, showed up with bruises and cuts and wore clothes similar to street kids. You were educated .. yet just like me. I didnt go to school. In fact, when we met, you watched me pickpocket someone. I was hungry. I needed the money. I needed to survive. Gotham isn’t the city where you ask nicely and gain a roof over your head. You gave me a tip. “Try a distraction, next time. Twinkle Toes.” He chuckled. “Twinkle Toes?” I growled. “Because you’re not soft on your feet” he laughed. Who do you think you are? Making Jokes about me when you don’t even know my life. I tried to fight you, you let my punch connect. You weren’t phased and you sure as hell wasn’t angry. You…understood. You stopped by the grocery store, bought a whole bunch of food and brought it up to “my” apartment. If you could call it that. It was abandoned, don’t know why. Its gotham. It was actually really nice, aside from the broken windows, tattered wallpaper, busted pipes…etc. You didnt judge though. You simple set the food down and watched me eat. You asked me about myself and I told you very little. Orphan, check. Poor, check. Misfortunate, check. Dumb, check. All the usual boxes, checked. Somehow i’d fallen asleep. You had this sense of comfort within you. Like i had no reason to keep my guard up. When I woke up you were gone. But, I’d seen some wood, and other stuff scattered on the floor. I didn’t see you for the whole day, but at 1 am, you’d showed up. You looked slightly bruised and even tired. But you also had some things with you. A blanket, an air mattress, some school books. The little stuff. You used the wood to cover the windows, you’d got some tape and covered the leaks. You blew up the airmatress and made my “bed” and then you gave me a book and told me to read it, throughout the day, so im not bored. I felt like I was a true human being. I told you more about me. How I ran away from everyone because they all mistreated me. They didnt care for me. They hated me and they told me it. You told me about your past. How Bruce had taken you in because he saw some potential. How you think, Bruce would maybe see some potential in me. I shut it down immediately. That’s your thing. You have someone who cares for you and im not about to ruin it. Maybe you sensed that I was about to break? Whatever the case was, you switched the conversation. We kept it smaller, you asked me if I think batman and robin were heroes. I told you that I think they’re doing the right thing in their own way. I told you that it’s admirable to do something, knowing nobody knows your identity. Especially robin, he’s young and he’s brave enough to do all of this. It’s really amazing. You just simply shrugged and told me to go to sleep. That morning you’d came back except you had a man with you. His name was Bruce. Your Bruce. We had a short conversation and he told me to grab my things because im going to come with yall. I told him that I ruin everything I touch and I don’t want to be responsible for breaking up his family. He simply smiled and said that the manor was big enough for everyone. And he was right. It was huge, id never even seen anything like it. He showed me up to my room, which was decorated pretty plainly but it was a room nonetheless. Id taken a warm shower and got cozy in my bed. You’d came in with some flowers and put them on my desk by the window. You said that even though the room is dark, the flowers lighten it up. I laughed and said it was stupid, one thing doesn’t change everything. You said that I was wrong, that one small step is all that’s needed to change everything. Like if you wouldn’t have met me, then none of this would’ve happened. And you were right.

The flowers died on Monday. I’d gotten back from school and they were burnt to a crisp, leaves wilted like they were already preparing for their demise. You said that it’s okay and you’d get me some more later. But I was feeling like those flowers. Id been to school, and I didnt belong. I felt like the biggest outsider and even when I got back to the manor it felt like there was some huge secret I didnt know. But when I told you that, you said it was probably because I needed to get used to it but your eyes said that I was right. That i either didn’t belong or wasn’t apart of whatever secret there was. But never mind, we both went to sleep.

My heart cracked that Tuesday. It was that morning when I asked where you and Bruce were. Alfred said yall had gone on a trip and would be back soon, but something about the way he said it made me believe otherwise. Later that day, it was just Bruce who came back. I asked him where you were but he simply muttered that you’d left and went straight to his study. My heart cracked. It felt like you’d abandonment me. You did abandon me. You did all of this for me and you left me. I ruined your life and I will never get the chance to tell you that Im sorry. I felt almost numb, except for the stinging sensation in my chest. I knew this would happen but you gave me hope. Me and hope were never ones to get along. Our story more like mortal enemies but you bridged our gap and somehow you slipped through the crack and fell through. And it was all my fault.

My eyes cried that Wednesday. I was wondering through the night, and Id seen bruce. He looked upset so I wanted to sneak over and see what happened. You’d always said I wasn’t light on my feet. He just looked over and sighed. Like he was going through an inner battle and lost. He’d taken me down a dark room and when the lights turned on I realized that it was THE cave. The bat cave. Usually I would be excited but.. id seen the news lately. Batman and Robin were missing after the joker fight on Monday. And there’s been no news since. If Bruce is batman then.. I asked him if you were robin. He simply nodded his head. My eyes watered before I even got to speak next. I asked him where you were? What happened? Why won’t you come back? He told me that you were gone. That he’d been too late to save you. That there was nothing he could do. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That there’s risk with the jobs and no matter what i know he fought as hard as he could. But, I couldn’t speak. I tried to open my mouth, to even make a sound but it was gone. Silent tears flowed down my face like rivers and that is how we stood for what felt like forever. So it wasn’t my fault..but i still couldn’t protect him.

My hands bled that Thursday. Bruce told me, if I wanted to, that he would train me. I wouldn’t have to be “robin”, it could simply be self defense. I wanted revenge, I wanted to take down any evil out there. I told you, I didnt believe in heros and villains but I was wrong. Some people are destined to be evil and they must be taken down. Your soul was pure and you didnt deserve what happened. You were kind to a nobody like me..and this happened to you. I told Bruce that I didn’t want to be robin though. I wanted to be a canary. I wanted to have a separate meaning because I could never live up to your shoes. Because i wanted your memory to remain the same. So that Thursday, we were out all night. “Fighting” crime. I wanted everyone to remember my cape. I wanted you to.. wherever you were, to see it yourself.

My heart broke that Friday. Joker had released the video of what happened to you, that day. It was all over the news, it was everywhere. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to take away your pain, I wanted to switch roles. I wanted to be the one that died just so you could live the life that you were supposed to get. The life that it seems like i stole. Unfortunalty life doesn’t work that way. It’s a series of unfortunate events. And i wonder if i had just made yours worse?

My soul left that Saturday. You’d came back. But it wasn’t you, but I knew it was you. Everything I saw, was you, Jason Todd but my heart knew that you weren’t Jason Todd. You were Red Hood. That wasn’t just a new name, that was a new you. You barely even recognized me as we fought. You said twinkle toes but it sounded malicious. You weren’t the boy I’d fell in love with. You were a stranger, a vigilante. You were simply a person that life dug its claws into. You changed and once again you left me in the dust.

That Sunday I knew what I had to do. I felt like I was the ghost of you, like everywhere I went the ghost of you followed me and I was forever reminded that I can’t live up to your shoes. Like i was an outsider who would never fit in. I felt hollow, Id lost my best friend and basically gained a new identity. And then I saw you, and you glared at me. You hated me…and that was my biggest nightmare. Literally. So I knew what I had to do. Id been thinking about it for a while. I stood on top of the clock tower, watching the whole town. Watching the cars, and hearing the sirens, and seeing the moon at its brightest. In moments like this, there would be reminiscing. Thinking about the good times..but i didn’t have much. All i saw was you. And then I fell. It didnt go in slow mo like the movies said, it was very fast. I even regretted it near the end. Not because i wanted to change my mind but because I saw you. Not Red Hood, but my Jason Todd, you tried to save me. But I knew it was too late, it was something I had to do. Goodbye. My love.

Uhm yea that’s it..sorry i haven’t posted. Writers block and what not!! I wanted to add pictures but i’m not really sure what to add…

[novaazurite]

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Temporiarly breaking my steady flow of queue posting every two days as I want to talk about BFDIA 18!!!! SO YEAH SPOILER WARNING BELOWWWWWW !!!!! Also yeah im still on a break until I get these classes done... Sooo dont really expect a reply out of me from this post.

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When I was watching this for the first time and hell, even when I was predicting, I cant believe I was right about Nickel being out, its so silly the WTFers made the elimination made it like a powerpoint presentation. I kind of wonder if they will remain the hosts for when its the final five, we are getting closer and closer to that as the episodes go on.

Oh yeah, TB's prize being a dismemberment token, RIP Woah Bunch 2013 - 2015(25).... Does this mean its officially the merge without them saying anything? After all, they were all competing for solo immunity now. So I guess we indeed make it to the BFDIA merge officially. And its crazy how most of the cast made it to the merge (not taking abt the BFDIA Newbies Fries and Book but like everyone else, esp Pin since she placed 20th in BFDI.) SURELY Coiny and Pin wont have anything bad happen to them, right? RIGHT???????

Heheh theres no reason for this one its just angry Needle and its sooooo cute heheheheh

Okay in all seriousness I absolutely LOVED this episode's challenge the scenery is just so ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 god I love nighttime scenery in general its so pretty to look at aaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! Also "Airplanes in the Night Sky"... Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting sta— gets shot

Tennis Ball abuse throughout the ep, poor TB, from the fact he lost his boyfriend hes getting thrown around and tumbling everywhere...

Im surprised, despite Needle not being a FreeSmart member, they all still care about her? Thats crazy, especially Pencil of all people, why arent they helping Book though, shes still concidered as the sole player for FreeSmart, odd, oh well.

SPINNING NEEDLINGTON.

Oh, OH.... We NEED to talk about this scene. Fucking Coinpin divorce arc, it hurts my heart, its hurts my SOUL. Pin, PIN, HE DID SO MUCH FOR YOU. 😭😭😭 THE FUCKING BETRAYAL STILL GOT ME SPINNING AROUND, LIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT. (You bet ur ass im gonna make this a whole lot worse in ALG.) LIKE DAMN. OH. MY. GOD. FUCKING. AAaAAAAAAA. Words cannot describe the amount of emotion I feel from this scene. Girl does not care, she will care later on when Coiny probably refuses to talk to her, I mean, its a competition, surely they wont have any bad blood after this happening, I mean, from what we seen in IDFB 1 and even BFB theyre best friends again, it'll pass, ik so. Coinpin lovers going through the trenches rn!!!

AUGJHHHHHHHHHHHHH 💔💔💔💔💔 Ill tell yall this YES I liked Coiny's video, ur only gonna know I liked Coiny's vid, I wont tell who I disliked (I did not dislike Book if u needed to know, and the reason alone below will shock you)

FUCKING GO OFF GIRL 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 DUDE THE INSANITY. THIS SHOT OF PIN IS INSANE LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GET HER ASS PIN. I will be fought on this hill and will die from the amount of peoplr who will throw stones at me for saying she deserved this win, just this once, she deserved a win, especially since its technically the merge,.let her have it for this one yall.

Okay but how do we get the BFB 14 scene of these two talking from THIS. IDFB will give you the answer. Okay but still this scene is BRUTAL. Girl really wanted that win, I was for sure thinking Book was gonna win until we get pulled THIS BRUTAL ASS SCENE. As a Book (kinnie) fan too yeah holy shit that was insane, and ik people are gonna hate Pin for this and it rlly saddens me. Im quite curious on how will Pin and Book will make up in IDFB and how it moves on to that BFB 14 scene. ESPECIALLY HOW WILL THEY GO PAST THIS SCENE.

In conclusion, hell yeah Pin wins this challenge I love this challenge sm and the scenery, my condolences to the Nickel fans, Tennickel is doomed yaoi now. This is a polar opposite of how I felt for TPOT 16, I could barely watch the ep after Pin's elimination, it still kinda hurts, but MAN Pin winning this ep in BFDIA actually healed most of that pain.

Thats all I wanna say for now, expect a new scheduled post later today with some art, im still on a break after all, and school is more important, see you guys soon!

[raihann1]

can you do a one shot of luffy and his girlfriend finds out shes pregnant everyone is excited expect the girlfriend cause she doesn't really want to be a mother but she decided to keep it for him a healthy nine months later the girlfriends gives birth but something went wrong and she ended up with a baby boy but he died during the delivery and everyone is sad except the girlfriend who accepted too quickly that her son is dead and Luffy got angry at her and she ended up having a break down cause she feels guilty for moving on too quickly

Lost☆

NOTES: Thanks for requesting, I'll try my best to elaborate :)

PAIRING: LUFFY X FEM READER

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"WHAT?!"

You stood back in fear face turning pale white as you stared at the pregnancy test, No way in HELL were you pregnant.

"Congratulations girl!" Nami said cheerfully as Robin's shocked face turned into a sweet smile.

"Congratulations Y/N I can't wait." She said as she closed her book and approached you.

"We have to tell everyone the news!" Nami said partially jumping around in excitement.

"No way! I cant have a child, especially with Luffy?! I mean once word goes out they'll cap-"

"Oh please.. Cut that crap girl! Your going to be a mother so lets embrace that moment!" Nami said giving you a genuine look of happiness, even Robin seemed very intrigured as she held your hand excitedly.

"God no, what do I tell him? I mean he's not responsible enough!" Y/N said panicked.

"Thats what I told you before you started dating." Nami huffed in annoyance which quickly turned into a smile.

"Look, Im very happy for you Y/N but its your child, your decision." Nami said a sad expression on her face, Robin nodded in agreement.

"We want whats best for you, so don't stress out okay?" Robin said.

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"WHAAT?!" Sanji said dropping a glass plate on the floor as it shattered.

You had just begun to tell everyone about your recent pregnancy, Chopper seemed very happy for you, Zoro had a small proud smile on his face and Ussop seemed too be intrigured talking with Nami about what they could buy for the baby. Yes, Nami never wanted to spend her berri on anyone but she had a soft spot for kids and it would be your kid so she would glady spoil the baby for you.

"YOU BETTER TREAT HER RIGHT YOU ASSHOLE." sanji said fuming at Luffy who raised an eyebrow cluless.

"As long as it isn't another version of Luffy am all good!" Chopper said happily.

"Congratulations!" Jimbei said a smile on his face.

"I sure do love a celebration!" Brook said with his iconic laugh.

However the joy would not hold it self together, it would eventually snap.

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"What do you mean?" Nami said horrified, Robin also stood up rushing over your side.

"I-i don't understand! The pregnancy won't work.." chopper said fiddling with his paperwork.

"What?.." you weakly said standing uo straight fear in your eyes.

"There has to be some reason why!" Nami said her face full of sorrow.

"im not sure but it just won't work.." chopper said sadly as he stared at you.

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Breaking the news was the worst part, everyone seemed in a bad mood, even zoro who was more stotic then usual. The bickering of Sanji and Zoro was also no where to he seen, they ignored eachother too give you all some time.

Luffy was the first too hear, he was alone and you could see his face down and his body tremble. He was crying.

"Am sorry, am sorry y/n am sorry ace.. I lost another person I could have seen.."

You couldn't help but break down tears falling down as you stared at luffy, why had fate made you this way.

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Hope you enjoyed :3 (argh this made me upset)

[tytarax]

I see you open Requests. So i shall ask.

No romance. But comedy. How will Alastor act when he meets gn reader who is pirate ex-overlord. Im talking pirate slang and everything. They are the captain of their ship. Having a funny crew and everything.

Thanks for this request, I really enjoyed writing it!

Also gave me a reason for reading the book my brother gifted me last year, "A General History of the Pyrates" (Recommended btw)

I wrote a "short" one-shot with some hcs at the end.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Context: You are an ex-overlord, the pirate demon to be exact. You tend to sail through hell with your trusty crew on their ship, Sapphire, a ghost ship like the Flying Dutchman. When you were an overlord that was your way of announcing yourself, ready to conquer a new territory of the pentagram. Now, you only cause panic, and all the demons flee before your presence, even though you no longer cause wars or collect more souls.

-Some years before the Hazbin Hotel opened-

The salty breeze whistled through the ethereal sails of the Sapphire, the flying ghost ship that sailed the skies with an otherworldly grace. Its crew, a spirited bunch of specters and souls, worked together under the command of their captain, a lively and charismatic demon named Captain _____, with a sense of camaraderie and mischief that echoed through the ages.

As night fell, the crew gathered on the deck, surrounded by the glow of ghostly lanterns. They raised their spectral tankards in a toast to their latest adventure, the echoes of laughter mingling with the creaking of the ship.

"Arr, me hearties!" The captain exclaimed, their voice carrying over the sound of the wind. "Another successful raid, thanks to this fine crew o' mine!"

The crew cheered, their voices filled with the thrill of the chase and the promise of plunder. They gathered around a makeshift table, laden with ghostly grog and ethereal food, and began to swap tales of past escapades.

"Do ye remember the time we outsmarted ol' Davy Jones himself?" one crewmate exclaimed, raising a tankard.

"Aye, that we did!" another replied, clapping the speaker on the back. "And what about the time we stole the moon's reflection from the sea?"

The crew erupted into laughter, the memories of their adventures bonding them together like family. They drank and sang, the joy of the moment banishing the shadows of their past lives.

Captain _____ joined in the revelry, their laughter ringing out like a bell. They regaled their crew with stories of their own, of battles won and treasures found, each tale more fantastical than the last.

As the night wore on, the crew's voices grew hoarse from laughter and song. They staggered to their hammocks, spirits high and hearts full, grateful for another day of freedom on the high skies.

Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared on the deck of the Sapphire—Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. Despite the supernatural nature of the ship and its crew, Alastor seemed right at home, his charismatic presence filling the air with a crackling energy.

The captain greeted him with a knowing smile. "Well, well, well, look who's decided to join us on our little jaunt through the skies. What brings ye to our humble haunt, Alastor?"

Alastor chuckled, his radio-like voice blending with the wind. "I couldn't resist the allure of the legendary Sapphire and its crew of spectral scallywags, along with their powerful overlord captain. I must say, you're quite the spectacle. I was just passing by, dear."

“Oh, 'kay then, make yerself comfortable.”

The crew, intrigued by their guest, gathered around as Alastor regaled them with tales of his exploits from the land of the living and the dead. They shared ghostly grog and spectral snacks, swapping stories long into the night.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the clouds, Alastor bid the crew farewell, disappearing into the night with a promise to return. The crew watched him go, their ghostly forms shimmering in the moonlight, filled with a newfound appreciation for the enigmatic Radio Demon.

And so, the Sapphire continued its journey through the skies.

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Years had passed since the Sapphire last touched down on solid ground, but the flying ghost ship remained as majestic and mysterious as ever. _____ guided their crew through the skies, seeking adventure wherever the wind carried them.

One day, the Sapphire descended upon the grounds of the infamous Hazbin Hotel, its ghostly form shimmering in the light of the setting sun. The crew, eager for a change of scenery, followed their captain as they disembarked, their laughter and banter filling the air.

As they entered the hotel, the crew's antics drew curious glances from the residents.

“Oh, hello there! You must be the pirate demon! I’m Charlie-”

“Oh, yer Charlie Morningstar, aren’t ya? Nice to meet you, lady.” _____ said. Right before, an angelic spear was pointing to their head. While all the crew prepared their weapons, _____ stopped them.

“What do you want?” Said the young girl who was holding the spear.

“Don’t worry yerself, lily-livered landlubber! We’re just passing through, seeking for a place to rest for a while” _____ said as the crew laughed at the nickname. One of the crew guys, Mackra, yelled from his spot “That’s right, we're not going to fight ye, woman!”

“How can we trust you?” She answered back. “Hahaha, dead men tell no tales, lady! I’m not longa an overlord!”

Alastor watched from the shadows, initially taken aback when encountering _____, the pirate ex-overlord along with their spirited crew. He approached _____, a sly grin on his face, but maintained his aloof and mysterious demeanor.

"Ah, the captain of the Sapphire graces us with their presence," Alastor said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "What brings you to the Hazbin Hotel, I wonder? Seeking redemption, or just passing through?"

______ smiled, shaking their head. "No redemption for me, I'm afraid. Just a brief respite from the skies. Besides, I hear your hotel is quite the... lively place."

Alastor chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, it is. Well, enjoy your stay, dear. And should you ever tire of the skies, you're always welcome here."

As _____ settled into the Hazbin Hotel alongside their crew, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the adventures of their past and the enduring camaraderie of their spectral companions. And though the skies still called to them, for now, they were content to rest and revel in the company of their new comrades.

Some hcs:

Alastor may make a few sly comments or observations in his characteristic style, but he doesn't fully engage with pirate slang. “Avast ye!”, “Landlubber”, “Hornswaggle”, that sorta thing.

Despite being an ex-overlord, you have a rather peculiar and humorous crew. Alastor greatly enjoys the chaotic and extravagant interactions of the crew. He may offer a few dry remarks or sarcastic quips about the crew's behavior.

Alastor respects your leadership abilities but doesn't attempt to mimic them. Instead, he observes how you handle your crew and situations, perhaps offering subtle advice or commentary when asked.

You have sometimes invited Alastor to take rides on your ship, which he gladly accepts.

The adventures you and Alastor embark on are more subdued and focused, with Alastor using his skills and knowledge to help navigate challenges more seriously, albeit with a hint of dark humor.

While Alastor maintains a mere professional relationship with the reader, he may develop a begrudging respect for your abilities since he has more respect for the overlords or ex-overlords older than him and occasionally shows a more lighthearted side.

Overall, Alastor retains his mysterious and enigmatic nature while still allowing for moments of humor and camaraderie with you.

Masterpost

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

@22carolina08

[raiseupyourbat]

chapter 4 no recruits continued! castle town + first half of the manor, dont click if you dont wanna be spoiled on it

hseuifdiuhj no well...

DJUJHESWDUIFDHJUISH NO WAY

oh :(

FLAPPY BIRD REAL IN DELTARUNE?

RALSEI PLUSHHHHHHHH

picking that option was really sad but. fuck. kris is getting so good at loopholes. im so fucking proud of them. im also VERY glad 3-4 shot the 'kris hates ralsei' theory dead in the water. they really really do care about him

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

wait i never eavesdropped on nice cream guy before. oh god. bratty is making nice cream guy catfish pizzapants as revenge for him being a weirdo???? damn 😭

ooooooo i missed the diner scene last time! toriel took her here awwwwww

kris is watching her and smiling...

and huh. yet another choicer from susie we cant answer.

they and azzy used to do this awwwwwwwww- WSAIT THERAPY

they drew each other oh my god

KRIS IS THE FUNNIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD I LOVE HOW THEY TALK

'>write something in the corner'

'heh, kris, i can never tell when youre messing around'

...kris did you just try to tell her something bc. oh 😭 hon...

did mettaton say 'little video boy' before USHDIOJGHFIDJD

:(

welp. krerdly date locked in lmao

wait idea. asriel took out how to draw dragons at the library for HER because carol wouldnt have allowed it. and thats why the dreemurrs wont return the book.

asgore honey WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. he calls the black shard beautiful. has he been holiding onto this or is this just something he saw here???? asgore how did you get a piece of the knight's weapon..

huh. you can see a weapon of some kind when asgore is gone. its kinda short.. shortsword? broken sword? dagger?

IVE BEEN WAITING LIKE 15 MINUTES FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN I DIDNT NOTICE THE VENT WAS OPEN

theyre. really mad when we touch the piano huh. wow their playing is beautiful. so i guess off the back of that convo w susie at the end of the chpater, shes wrong. theyre fully for continuing to play piano, just. never with us around. god i wanna hug them

also noelle is right this sure does feel like a personal concert

OH YO LANCERS THEME/THE ACID TUNNEL OF LOVE. ITS PRONOUNCED RULES??? and chapter 3 music too!!!! goddddddd its so sweet actually.

idk what that last one was but it was. beautiful

what the HELL is the deal w missing hands

okay. theres a lot. about the soul being kris' severed hand here. also if you leave them alone for too long without moving as the angel doll:

'if we keep taking too long...'

yeah. yeah noelle I GET IT.

human... i remember youre weird

[v4mpgrrl]

top 5 horror media :)

this was sooo hard this was so so hard so i tried to pick a different one for different (non-exhaustive) readings of the question

#1 the diary of laura palmer: this is the only book i can ever remember having to stop reading because it scared me so much

#2 ginger snaps: fave movie lol

#4 vampz 2004: i love the sfx in this theyre so silly; though idk if i would recommend the movie itself without the caveat that its ending is terrible enough to taint the entire viewing experience

#3 iwtv 106: duh

#4 attack the block: horror movie ive watched most in my life maybe only with the exception of ginger snaps

play toys with me ^_^

i want to talk for a moment away from prying eyes (casual scrollers) but iwtv 106 is on the list for a multitude of reasons

1) the episode is shaped forever by my friend goat's writing about claudia and lestat's relationship and this line in particular:

There were many horrible truths between them that proved too difficult to pull back fast enough. With Lestat gone and Louis confined to recovery in small spaces, the house (which Claudia had cleaned and she’d rearranged the shelves and took books to her coffin and filched fancy pens to trade with her own fancy pens when she bored of them and when it came time to decide what to leave as a reminder and what to put away SHE had made the final decision SHE DECIDED IT–) had finally become her house. Lestat crossed the threshold and her house cowered and creaked under the weight of his boot over its floors. She watched him do it and watched Louis flinch when he saw himself in her mind’s eye, superimposed and cracking with the foundation.

2) i think claudia train scene is the most viscerally frightening in the season, made more horrific by how ppl discuss it

3) the youre-coming-back-and-its-the-end-of-the-world effect aka the famously dubbed soulmate studies which to me is the scariest thing in the world its interpreting horror in my rawest sense of the world #myrawfeelings im very relationship-averse im too selfish i dont like the thought of compromising whether on my personhood or anything else which is perhaps an uncharitable reading of love but i do think it is an honest one. and this of course manifests in the joys of soulmateposting :-)

i really debated including this scene

frm my shit yaoi from a thing thats bad (ignore that he cant act) even though ive relegated robrondale to the abyss because it really really does scare me (i also think theres an element of horror in the constrictions of the media's form (soap opera) but thats for a different 2 note post) like i watched him send his brother insane and i'd still have him back in a shot ... Hiiii the thought of .. what is that jacob anderson quote .. 'until one of them perishes, they’re destined to dance forever' to fall blindly into with that someone and now youre trapped. and the thing with soulmates is that the conceit so often necessitates a return -- the promise of water under the bridge for the unforgiveable -- which is utter HELL...? maybe there is beauty in a second chance but not for me #grudgekeeper also i think ive made my stance clear on the how soulmate studies is almost always an act of (intentional) abuse apologia im never passing judgement ldpdl or aaron (two names that shld never be in a sentence together) for having found themselves in these situations just expressing my horror at what i do unfortunately think im susceptible to . Also the soul isnt real LOL

[shibacosplay]

Miche x Levi

Bi-Weekly Challenge Week 12: Flu

It kind of ends abruptly, but it's still cute I think! 😊 My first little one shot with Miche x Levi, and it's my OTP (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Miche would be the biggest baby when he's sick. Also a little hc of mine that Miche has very poor eyesight, hence why his sense of smell is so good.

Please enjoy the absolute fluff ❤️🥺

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of Miche's quarters, shining right into his closed eyes. The first thing that hit him when he barely opened his eyes was the pounding in his head. Next came the uncomfortable feeling of a clogged nose and an itch in his throat. He felt hot and cold all at once as fever chills racked his body, causing him to ball up his tall frame to keep warm. There was no denying it: he was sick. 

Damn it…I can't smell anything. He felt powerless without his strongest asset, especially when his eyesight was as poor as it was. 

Slowly, Miche sat up with a pained grunt, his aching muscles protesting the movement. He immediately regretted it when he felt his stomach lurch. Blankets were thrown off as he immediately leaned over to the bin next to his bed to empty the contents of his stomach. Sweat dripped down his face and neck and his skin prickled with chills. With his face in the bin he didn't notice the knock on his door, nor did he hear it open.

“Thought I heard you upchucking like a titan in here.” It was Levi. “Fucking hell, you look like death.” 

Miche groaned pitifully in the bin before he lifted his head slowly. God, his head was killing him and his stomach was still rolling. 

“...Feel like it…” His deep voice slurred.

Levi clicked his teeth as he stepped up next to the taller man. He pressed the back of his hand to Miche's forehead only to immediately pull it away with a hiss. If he noticed the way the sick man leaned into his touch, he didn't mention it.

“By the damn walls, Zacharias. Get your ass back in bed.”

With a touch that belied his harsh words, Levi took the bin from Miche's shaking hands and set it back onto the floor before maneuvering the giant of a man to lie back down. He pulled the sheets back up to cover the shaking form and tucked them under to help keep him warm. 

“Sleep you big mutt. I'll be right back.”

Miche blinked slowly, his eyelids growing heavy, as he watched Levi's fuzzy figure move to grab the bin before walking out the door. With a deep sigh he let himself succumb to sleep. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he woke up briefly to the sound of his door opening and footsteps. Levi's blurry silhouette greeted him as something cool and damp was placed on his forehead. Relief washed over him as the damp rag cooled him. Sleep reclaimed him soon after, and a gentle hand ran through his sweaty hair. 

“Miche? What are you still doing in bed, sleepyhead?”

The melodic voice of his mother reached his ears just as gentle fingers ran through his hair. Miche leaned into his mother's cool touch with a soft whimper. 

“I don' feel good…”

“Oh sweetheart, you're burning up.” 

She picked him up and held him against her chest as she carried him to the kitchen. His father, a beast of a man with a heart of gold, sat at the table reading a book. He looked up and frowned at the pitiful sight that was Miche. 

“Give ‘im here, love. That way your hands are free.” 

Miche was placed into his father's lap where he immediately leaned into the man. His father's large hand gently soothed him as it rubbed up and down his back. The boy sniffled and coughed into his father's shirt as the man's hand continued to soothe. His mother came over with a spoonful of medicine and a cup of water. Miche's nose crinkled at the sight of the spoon. He hated medicine. It tasted bad, and smelt even worse. 

“I know, sweetie..But it'll make you feel better.” His mother laughed softly.

“Nu uh…’s gross…” Miche croaked. 

His father patted his back with a chuckle of his own as he reached for the cup of water with his other hand.

“I'll have your water ready so you can down it quick, ey?” 

Miche whined, but opened his mouth obediently for his mother to stick the spoon in. His face contorted into one of absolute disgust as he begrudgingly swallows the bitter medicine. The cup of water was immediately pressed to his lips and he drank it down greedily. When all was said and done, Miche buried himself against his father again. He was sleepy and achy, and wanted nothing more than to cuddle. 

“Would you like to try and eat something, sweetie?” His mother smiled softly.

He quickly shook his head. Food was out of the question…He felt queasy enough as it was. His mother only nodded in answer and kissed his forehead before returning to make breakfast. His father's hand returned to rubbing his back as he continued reading. Miche's eyes grew heavy as he leaned into the big man. Even though he was sick, he enjoyed these moments. He wished they'd never end.

Miche awoke to hand on his forehead and a click of teeth. The cloth that sat upon his head was reapplied with fresh, cool water as a voice spoke up.

“This fever of yours is turning out to be as stubborn as you.” Levi spoke calmly, yet there was a hint of fondness. Miche hummed questioningly as he fixed bleary eyes on the shorter figure.

“You don't remember anything?”

Miche shook his head slowly. Levi sighed and sat back in the chair he was occupying.

“I suppose you were quite out of it. You're like a giant toddler when you're sick, you know that?” 

The sick man blinked slowly and gave a low grunt in acknowledgement. He reached for Levi, gently wrapping his fingers around his thin wrist and tugged clumsily. 

“Alright, alright. Give me a sec, would you?” Levi quickly slid off his shoes before crawling into the space next to the bigger man. Miche immediately wrapped him up in his arms and buried his face against his chest. Slim fingers tangled themselves into Miche's hair, scratching gently even as Levi grumbled.

“If I get sick, it's on you…Mutt.” 

Miche huffed in amusement as his eyes grew heavy once more. 

[an-actual-attack-helicopter]

Book 6, Episode 3: The Frozen Ship Analysis/Commentary

Pretty atmospheric scene. And is that...whale sounds...? Yup, there a whale sounds all throughout this scene in the background. Fits pretty well, actually.

The Shadowpaw only breaks the ice after Callum takes Sneezles.

"Sup, i came here so that when i faint it will be your responsibili..." thud

"'Rayllum.' Seems like a nice name for a ship."

"I mean look at it. This ship is going nowhere!" Just wait a few episodes broski. By the end, Rayllum shippers are the only ones not sobbing like they lost their unicorn daughter.

Okay okay I'll stop with the jokes about this scene. We all get the gist.

Where the hell he get the sponge lol? If he got a wild one we would have to like sterilize it and stuff. And he wouldn't wanna harm it. Maybe they just brought it though.

Then we got Rayla crying over a romance novel. Seriously though, I think she relates to Skall. Like, after the two years she was gone, she felt that it was for nothing and she really just needed to be with Callum. And then...

Condrad, if you were here-

*KICKS DOOR* RAYLA RAYLA IM HERE- OWWW *PUSHES DOOR BACK OPEN* IM HEREEEE

Yet another example of how the animators and stuff played with lighting more this season. I can't stop talking about this. They've really improved.

"K I L L M E ."

viren in episode 8 be like--

Okay, there is no way Damian's respiratory disease wasn't related to Soren's. Maybe it was a virus spreading throughout Katolis. Buuut he said he had been living with it his whole life, and if Soren caught it you would think Callum would too. Maybe he did and he just recovered? Or maybe certain people are more susceptible to it. OOOOOR it's genetic and Soren and Callum are actually distant cousins. Okay, okay, I'll stop.

Anyway, I find it so funny how loudly Callum is shivering. Bro is trying to guilting her into sharing the blankie without having to ask lmfao. It literally comes off like that though--

Also, the scene where they almost kiss but Callum stops because he has to reveal something totally reminds me of a certain Claudium scene from season 2. Okay, enough Rayllum fluff, time for the pain. And the addiction allegories. Hear me out.

"I did cocaine again."

I mean, look at this. She even uses the word "quit." DARK MAGIC = DRUGS BASICALLY. Is it just me??? WHY ARENT PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS??? IT'S SO GOOOOOOD. The animation too btw, like DAYUM.

Imagine the pearl breaks and aaravos gets out and is like "bro why are my toes on fire" shbfhdghjjkhh

This combined with Rayla's theme playing in the background...am i a Rayllum shipper now?

Finally, we're back to Viren and his deluded selfishness. He claims not to plead for mercy, and yet, he rambles on about how he is better than he was before. Cool shot though.

That's about it for this one. More packed than episode 2, though.

[ay-chuu]

As a Boyfriend: Jade Leech

Warnings: Tooth roothinf fluff,cringe and lol first time writing for a character that im not so close... BUT for my dear; @fukashiin <3

Jade is the most advanced person in terms of emotional intelligence between Floyd, himself and Azul! He just doesn't show it, or makes people hard to guess it with his slightly sadistic traits. But he is neither open to everything like Floyd and lives according to the moment or doesn’t get hysterical like Azul and make things get out of control. He analyzes everything and approaches the person with the most point shots in an emotional sense. Just like when he managed to impress you (;

He considers himself a loser in many things, and he didn't realize it until he met you... he thought he was incompetent in most things because he set himself back from everyone, but after he becoma lovers with you, he realized that this was an idea that could only be overcome. And this is actually also when he falls in love with you. Because he has always known that someone who can make him believe unexpected thoughts is his soulmate.

A romantic gentleman. Everything he does in the position of butler is a factor that is not a role for you. Are you tired? Your favorite drink is already ready. Are you sad? Why don't you lie down on that couch over there and tell him everything? Problems with the lesson? Here are the most profound books on this topic.

You're a new member of Mountain Lover Club! At first you thought you'd be so bored... (no, you definitely didn't join that club to impress Jade...) But taking mountain trips and determining the types of mushrooms from the book turned out to be more fun than you expected! First of all, there is no phone, it's a great Decoupling from the digital environment.... Secondly, you are drunk with nature, and at the end of every walk you become full of love and mushrooms. Finally and most importantly, you taste Jade in the most authentic way... when you two are alone together, he shows you his incredibly true self and always makes you feel soft inside.

One of the things that upsets Jade the most is the sadness of his loved ones. Floyd and you are at the top of this list. If someone has upset you... God bless them. I don't think he'll let them go without leaving a serious trauma. Even if this person is your family, he scares them in some way and makes them respect him. Because Jade is always an influential person. But if any event has upset you, what he will do is solve the incident as soon as possible as efficiently as possible, because he would rather drown the world than see you upset.

He's quite jealous. But he usually shows it to the person he's jealous of by making life a little hell because he doesn't want you to understand that he's jealous…

Swimming in the sea with you with the eel form, is his favorite. You're playing with each other, laughing like there's no tomorrow, and just.... You're together.... As you lean your foreheads against each other, the reflection of the setting sun on your face is an incredible happiness for both of you.

It may seem like he's the dominant person in the relationship, but actually you're the secret boss! He's just being angry at you and leading you so that you can be happy. (He's a complete malewife... When you get married, you get a 10/10 service in your home. He is a devoted husband! devoted to his spouse, *insert proud face with mop!*)

To be lovers together with Jade is to be able to say that you also have a close relationship with Floyd! You three are a chaotic group, and there are no people who can understand or put it in a sentence to describe the craziness you are doing. And that's why Jade loves you so much. Just as you can have peaceful moments when you two are together, all the calm disappears in an instant when you put your twin Decoupled! (Floyd is very happy thst you two are dating and even jealous that Jade is dating you... But that's another day's topic!)

All in all, Jade is both a gentle lover who has all the qualities you can look for and want, and a wonderful partner who can give you the most crazy and adventurous moments.

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so this is a small project ive been working on for the forsaken highschool au because i hardly see any content for it👍ngl im nervous to post this-

i need a name for this bc wdym ive been working on it for 3 weeks and still have no title

anyway first post here you go babz

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Azure let out an exaggerated groan, slumping over the counter. "Ugh, I’m so bored."

Two Time glanced around the near-empty café and sighed. "Business is moving awfully slow. Probably ’cause no one drinks coffee on a Tuesday night."

Azurite rested their chin in their hand, staring at their phone screen with irritation. "I should’ve downloaded the manga I started. The internet here is so baaad."

"What are you reading?" Two Time asked, idly stirring their drink.

"The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. But it’s pirated..."

"Why don’t you just buy the book—"

"—Because I spent all my savings buying you nasty pizza," Azure grumbled, rolling their eyes.

"Scoff! Pizza is great. You’re the one always ordering Hawaiian."

"You like anchovies! You can’t talk!" Azure shot back, shuddering at the thought.

Two Time rasped their tongue in response as Azure absently checked their phone. Forty-two missed calls from Amarah. That didn’t matter.

They had gotten to the café at 4:55. It was now 5:30. Azure groaned again before deciding to lock in and get the night over with.

At that moment, Two Time’s phone blared to life—a comically loud blast of random Indian music (Extremely loud Indian music).

Azure nearly dropped his own phone. "What the hell was that?"

"My iPon," Two Time said, yanking out an absurdly oversized phone from their pocket. Azure stared. How does that even fit in their pocket? The contact name flashing across the screen read: Stupid Cult Leader.

"Oh, great," Azure muttered, dripping with sarcasm.

Two Time answered, and a shrill beep sounded.

"You’re on speaker—" Two Time warned.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TWO? YOU SHOULD’VE BEEN HERE 35 MINUTES AGO!" Amarah’s voice exploded through the phone, completely disregarding the warning.

"Wow, calm down. We have work today," Two Time said flatly.

"You ALSO lead the worship today! Remember?! You and Azurewrath were supposed to read the scripture and devotion, but DIDN’T SHOW UP. I swear, the one time we actually need you for something, you DON’T BOTHER to show. How do you expect to climb the sociocracy if you can’t even be USEFUL for ONCE—"

"Honk… mimimimimimi…" (this thing: *Snore* Mimimimimimimi)

A beat of silence.

"...Are you actually sleeping?"

"HONK… mimimimimimimi…" 

"I hate you so much," Amarah hissed. Then—click. Call ended.

Azure couldn’t hold back his laughter, muffling giggles behind his hand. The sound stirred Two Time awake.

Two Time’s phone buzzed again—Amarah calling back.

"You can walk home today," her voice snapped through the speaker. "I’m sick of your BS."

"But our house is a twenty-minute drive from here!" Two Time panicked.

Click. Call ended.

"Damn…" The two stared at each other in mutual disbelief.

"Whatever," Two Time sighed. "I’ll just call an Uber or something."

"I could give you a ride if you want," Azure offered.

Two Time scoffed. "The last time we rode together, we almost got arrested for going eighty in a residential street."

"What’s wrong with going eighty in a residential street?" Azure asked, genuinely confused.

"You hit a veteran! Who happens to be our coach! You’re lucky he couldn’t see your stupid face!" Two Time accused, flicking Azure’s wizard hat off to reveal their eyes.

A couple of customers glanced in their direction, concern and confusion written all over their faces.

Azure huffed, quickly pulling the hat back down. "Keep it down before we actually get arrested."

Two Time opened their mouth to retort but stopped short when a familiar figure trudged through the café doors. Dressed in a red uniform and visor, Elliot looked completely drained.

He barely made it to the counter before slumping against it. "I need two grande quad-shot espressos. Badly."

"What’s the issue today?" Two Time asked.

"My boss is an asshole whose wife should’ve left him years ago," Elliot grumbled. "His dumbass made a 300% discount on every food item and installed a $40 million robux ball pit that smells like straight PISS and is wondering why we aren’t making much profit. And I’m the only one working tonight, so I have to deal with both his whining and bratty customers. I hope he dies in a grease fire."

"...Isn’t your boss your dad?" Azure asked cautiously.

"Yes," Elliot deadpanned. "I swear on Robloxia, I’ll put him in the shittiest retirement home."

As Elliot vented, Two Time prepared his order. "$43.99 robux, please."

Elliot paid the absurd price for coffee, then handed Two and Azure some extra change—because, despite everything, he was a decent friend.

"Thanks. I’d stick around, but my idiot boss only gives me a five-minute break. See you guys tomorrow!" Elliot waved, looking slightly more alive.

"Bye, Ellibear!" Azure and Two chorused, grinning mischievously.

Elliot shot them a death glare, flipping them off as he walked out the door.

Two Time chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Azure sighed. "What are you plotting now?"

"Oh, nothing," Two Time said, far too innocent. "Just wondering…"

"Wondering what?"

Two Time smirked. "After our shift, we should go out. For pizza."

"You always want to go out for pizza."

"Pizza is delicious."

"Yeah, but I have a feeling you specifically want to go to Builder Brothers tonight. Elliot literally just explained how exhausted and irritable he is."

"300% off is a crazy discount," Two Time pointed out. "Besides, Elliot gets paid for each customer. We’re technically helping him out. :3"

Azure stared at them. "Helping out, you say."

"Maybe we should go to check on how he’s holding up," Two Time suggested, barely suppressing their grin.

Azure smirked back.

The two exchanged a knowing glance—then turned their attention to the growing line at the register.

*timeskip to Builder Brothers btw*

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The atmosphere in Builder Brother’s Pizzeria was warm and calm—a sharp contrast to Elliot’s minimum-wage misery. Two Time and Azure slid into their seats by the window, waiting for their order to be taken.

Two Time couldn’t stop giggling mischievously, barely containing their excitement at the thought of Elliot’s reaction. Azure just watched, knowing there was no stopping Two Time once they set their mind to something.

A familiar voice interrupted their scheming.

"Hey, what can I get you guys toni—wait a second… YOU TWO?! What are you doing here?" Elliot stammered, visibly horrified.

"Oh, relax Ellibear!" Two Time grinned. "We’re just here for some quality time with our dearest friend! Also, we’ll take an anchovy pepperoni pizza—extra anchovies."

Elliot blinked. Azure groaned.

"That is possibly the worst food combination I have ever heard," Azure said, thoroughly disgusted.

"It’s better than Hawaiian!" Two Time argued.

"You like anchovies! You can’t talk!"

Azure turned back to Elliot. "Please. Just give us something normal. Or literally anything that doesn’t taste like betrayal."

Elliot sighed, already exhausted. "Fine. One cheese pizza coming right up. And Two Time—if I see you trying to swap it for some monstrosity, I’m banning you from this place."

Two Time was loving every moment of this.

Elliot let out a tired sigh as he glanced between Azure and Two Time, already sensing that something ridiculous was about to unfold between them.

"Alright, you two, behave yourselves. As I said, I’m the only one on shift tonight, so if you start any nonsense while I’m gone, I swear I’ll serve your pizza cold on purpose." He pointed an accusatory finger at Two Time, who just grinned like that was a challenge.

Two Time waved him off with a grin. "Yeah, yeah, don’t burn the place down, chef."

Elliot rolled his eyes but turned toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath about how he didn’t get paid enough for this.

As soon as he disappeared, Two Time leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Okay, real talk. Pizza or burgers?"

Azure exhaled slowly, as if mentally preparing for battle. “Burgers.”

“Burgers are disgusting.”

“They have more nutritional value than pizza! Burgers have meat, lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles. Pizza is just bread and cheese. This is why your a stick - all you eat is pizza.

Two Time gasped dramatically, jaw practically reaching the floor. "Wow, okay. First of all, rude. Second, I am NOT a stick!" They pointed a finger at Azure. "And you just have bad taste. Pizza is top-tier."

"Oh, so we’re having this discussion now? Fine. Fine. Burgers have structure. They’re balanced, self-contained, and no one ever has to argue about pineapple being a valid topping."

"And yet," Two Time countered, leaning back with a smug grin, "You ever see a group of friends happily sharing a burger? No. But pizza? Drop one on the table, and it’s an instant party. Plus, burger patties are weirdly unpredictable. One bad patty? The whole thing is trash."

"One bad pizza topping ruins everything," Azure shot back.

"Then just don’t order terrible toppings!"

"Then just don’t order terrible burgers!"

They locked eyes, neither willing to back down, like this was the most important argument they'd ever had.

From the kitchen, Elliot groaned loudly. "I swear, if I hear one more argument about food, I’m launching myself into the pizza oven."

Azure exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. I’ll admit pizza has more variety. But burgers are reliable."

"Reliable?" Two Time scoffed. "Burgers fall apart if you eat them wrong. One bite and suddenly your whole meal is collapsing."

"That is not true," Azure argued.

"It absolutely is!" Two Time leaned forward, grinning. "You ever see someone eat a burger gracefully? No. It’s always a mess. Pizza? Effortless. Beautiful."

"You just like pizza because you can fold it like a weird taco," Azure said flatly.

Two Time smirked. "And?"

Azure groaned. "You are impossible."

"You love it."

Azure paused, his face heating slightly, and muttered, "Shut up."

Before Two Time could tease him more, Elliot stormed out of the kitchen holding a pizza box, looking beyond exhausted.

"I leave for five minutes and come back to you two causing problems. Again." He sighed. "I hate this job."

Two Time smirked. "What were you expecting?"

Azure groaned. "Elliot, just give us the damn food before I die of secondhand embarrassment."

Elliot squinted at them, tossed the pizza onto the table, and muttered, "I really need a raise."

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