#and also as far as how closed off she is towards his old partners or girlfriends even before meeting them it's just likeee

[carefulfears]

I hate when people dismiss the Phoebe thing as Scully simply having been jealous. She was his best friend first, and she did what any good friend would have

yeah it's pretty reductive, honestly. scully has been very protective of mulder since the pilot; the first 3 episodes of the show are literally her committing to him, holding a man hostage at gunpoint to find him, and cutting ties with her friends who make fun of him.

this was largely her arc in squeeze, after only having known him for a couple of weeks, as she defends him to colton multiple times

and, in the end, concludes that she would rather be “on the side of the victim” with mulder than climb the ladder with her classmates, and tells colton to fuck off the next time he’s rude about her partner

in ghost in the machine, she's disapproving of jerry from the moment they meet, knowing literally nothing about him except that he used to work with mulder

and she instantly recognizes the profile that jerry presents as mulder's work, whispering to him to ask if that's his, to which he replies "forget it, no" and then later fibs and says that jerry apologized for stealing it (once you tell your best friend you can't go back lol)

all of these examples pre-date her behavior in fire, and are episodes where she's put in situations navigating mulder around other men

y'all remember the first time she met krycek and just flat out refused to shake his hand lmao

i touched on this a little bit in my post on fire, but scully really was just so enthralled by him from the very beginning. she grew up on a military base with her navy captain father and two brothers, and her only relationships have been with older men in power.

she instantly is so aligned with mulder and that there's something different in him than she's used to, but she's aware that the openness and softness that she's so drawn to in him makes him more vulnerable, and she's desperate to protect it

in beyond the sea, the very next episode after fire, she screams at boggs that if mulder dies she'll gas him into hell herself, and boggs tells her that he's tasted the afterlife.

that it's a cold and dark place, and mulder's looking in on it now. she replies, "it might be a cold dark place for you, but it's not for mulder"

she knows him, and she's so moved by him and what he wants to do in the world. these are the values that she left medicine to follow.

"jealousy" honestly doesn't even compare to the kind of ferocious protectiveness that she feels towards him from the very start, she really doesn't trust anyone around him for anything. they can't possibly get it like she does, if they treat him that way.

he may not care if people call him names or steal from him or try to make him walk through fire, but he really is just her best friend. and she can't stand it.

[cantareincminor]

Fandom Wrapped (Reader Edition) 2024!

Thanks to the wonderful @kattyelf for creating this template! Links and detailed reviews under the cut.

Disclaimer: I probably read hundreds of SxF fics in the past year, and it was not easy to choose which ones to put in the list above (or below)! This fandom is full of wonderful, friendly creators and I am so glad to be part of it. I also had to narrow it down to only the ones I read and reread in 2024, not 2022 or 2023. Finally...I also happened to read many good fics only once. Sometimes a fic is just too painful or sad to reread, especially if it's not finished.

Favorite fic and author: After peace by @unhappy-sometimes!

I could gush about unso for a whole post and not be done, but I will try to contain myself. Her fic After peace originated from an AU comic she drew where Twilight was forced to retire early due a major injury, and drifted aimlessly until WISE asked him to take care of an orphan they had rescued from Project Apple. There are several things that amazed me about this fic and cemented it in first place for 2024:

The premise. It was original and so full of potential.

How personal Twilight's journey felt to me. I didn't have a life-threatening injury, but I did put my career on hiatus in the past year and have often struggled with questions of -- what am I worth when I'm not "doing" anything? I was so used to going 150% in the rat race and coming out on top at great personal cost to health and family; even if all that was bad, how else can I get that sense of accomplishment? How can I stop wanting that sense of accomplishment?

Her style, which is both vivid AND concise. The fic was around 22K words if I remember correctly, with a well-constructed plot, character arcs, plenty of emotional beats, and a satisfying resolution. I often wonder if my writing is too verbose and when I see something like After peace, it challenges me to do better.

THIS WAS UNSO'S FIRST FIC EVER. THE HELL. It's like a freshman album that gets put up for a Grammy.

Fic(s) I reread (plus runners-up):

That Time Yor Seriously Thought About Leaving by peonydee: This is a WIP with one more chapter before completion, I believe. Peonydee's style is unique in how it's hard-hitting and disarming at the same time. Yor and Twilight find themselves in impossible situations, their relationship tested to the limit (and one of them in a close brush with death), yet there's still an undercurrent of wry humor, almost fatalistic due to the fact both of them have been steeped in death and dirty work for decades, yet still hopeful and reaching for each other. I also cackle every time she makes Twilight go off on a mansplaining tangent without ever using the term outright. A masterpiece of show not tell.

Is It Really All Right? by zyzy1083: This one is tender. A jealous!Loid fic with a fascinating portrayal of Loid from Yor's perspective. The imagery of a dark sea choking down any true thought or emotion from breaking for air will stay with me for a long time. There's also the fact she basically made up lyrics for an indie song as part of the plot and I had to ask whether it was a real song. Finally, there's the fact she was bold enough to portray Loid as less than a perfect, kind, smiley husband toward Yor, but in a believable way. He snaps at Yor at times. He loses his patience. It feels like a real relationship, in the awkward tension when one partner wants to talk and the other absolutely does not want to talk. I admire that courage and wish more authors would take that risk (calling myself out I guess!).

Green-eyed Monster by bigbruja: another jealous!Loid fic that's lighthearted and fun. This is a comfort reread. I enjoy seeing Loid recognize the threat of a supposed "old friend" of Yor's, questioning his own feelings and how far he needs to go to fend this guy off. The guy is a Garden assassin, unbeknownst to him. I also love Yor's own inner struggle of just wanting everyone to get along, but showing steel when she needs to.

dalliance by rosetintednerdglasses: this is a WIP, but it is HILARIOUS and I hope everyone will go encourage this author to pick this fic back up when they have a chance. TLDR, Twilight (in disguise) is sent on a joint mission with Thorn Princess and flips out internally when he sees it's Yor. Handler then orders him to ensure Thorn Princess continues to cooperate. So as Twilight, he has to sort-of honey trap Thorn Princess, while as Loid he has to keep Yor happy. Poor Yor believes she's torn between two different men and close to cheating on Loid! Situational hilarity all over the place, and fun world-building, like this other WISE agent randomly named "Steel Bunny" (LOL).

Not According to Plan by @kyrathel: love you girl! This is a gift fic for me, but that's not the reason I reread it (even though it's a WIP as well!). It's SO FUNNY. Twilight gets it in his overly anxious head that he MUST defend his wife from the bullies at City Hall, so what does he do? HE INFILTRATES CITY HALL AS A NEW FEMALE HIRE. The world absolutely needs more petty!Twilight! The latest chapter features laxative brownies. Enough said.

Let's start living dangerously by @beannoss: I specifically reread the later parts when dumb Twilight gets over his dumbness and finally talks to Yor! And they kiss again! I love the way huhwaku (beannoss) portrays overthinking Twilight AND overthinking Yor. And also, the simplicity of Yor at the same time. The voice she uses for both of them is refreshing, it really puts you in the mindset of the character. Yor's giggles ("teehee!") as she teases Twilight about his little perfectionist habits are a cute touch to a gentle, heartwarming fic about these two highly competent professionals just starting to take baby steps in how to be competent at a relationship.

Fic that made me emotional:

100% Perfect by @sometimesiship. Where do I begin? How about with the gut aversion I initially had to the premise of a futuristic AI dating bot AU, due to all the tragic, dark AI movies I have watched? But as it neared completion, someone convinced me to give it a try and I AM SO GLAD I DID. You can see my gushing comments in almost every chapter. The development of the relationship between human Yor and AI Loid is so natural, funny at times, poignant always, and beautifully written, even though from an objective standpoint not much exciting stuff happens (I mean canon-typical excitement like murders and spy missions). Sometimesiship has a way of describing emotion that is so raw -- she can portray the same emotion a dozen different ways with analogies and setups and dialogue and whatever -- and it still doesn't feel old. And the emotion that dominated the second half of the story was grief. Basically the grief of loving someone you know you're going to lose. Like being the spouse of a terminal cancer patient. I didn't cry while reading, but it was a closer call than I have had in a VERY long time. So much beauty and humanity in this story. And spoiler (?), it's a happy ending. So I hope you all go check it out!

That's a wrap! If you read this far, stay tuned for a Writer version of Fandom Wrapped 2024!

[afyrian]

line two - earbuds in and out m.list

    tapping your pen against the table, your lips part in surprise. the second line is filled with ramblings of a man who cheated on his partner, trying to get advice on how to convince his partner that it isn't a big deal. listening to him talk, you look over towards the sound booth, blinking rapidly towards sakusa. hoping to show him your want to break free from the conversation. however, he’s looking off into the distant. 

  "okay, line two, so you cheated.. that's a hard fact. and for a lot of people, it's also a dealbreaker," you start, spinning the end of the pen around on the old wooden table. before you can continue your 'advice', he starts talking again, trying to defend himself.

  the man breathes loudly into the mic, "yeah but it wasn't personal or anything. it was just a one night stand, which in a way isn't really cheating if you think about it. cheating is usually emotional, between two people who have residual feelings.”

  "dude cheating is cheating. if you even kiss someone romantically and your partner isn’t okay with it, it's cheating. it doesn't matter if it was personal or not. and i'm here to give you advice. if you don't want to hear advice you might not like to hear, then don't call in," you bite your lip, glancing back towards the sound booth, watching as sakusa finally looks up.

  his eyebrow is quirked, intrigued by the conversation at hand. turning back to your laptop, you stare at the music choices, hoping to find a song to play that gives you a moment away from the mic. "now, do you want advice, or should i answer line three?" your voice suddenly becomes firm, knuckles growing tense from holding the pen so tightly. 

  the line clicks, the caller likely hanging up in an attempt to flee from the situation. pursing your lips, you look over to sakusa again, noticing him clicking something on his setup. narrowing your eyes, you wonder if he was the one to end the call. "well listeners, guess that guy didn't want to talk it out today... how about we listen in to 'off she goes' by bad suns and relax before listening to line three's woes?"

  leaning back in your seat, you nod along as the song begins. taking off your headphones, you bring your hands up to your head, resting them above your hair. a part of you knows that a new cup of coffee could be nice, but really all you want to do is rest and sit back to the four free minutes you have. 

  very rarely have you had to tell a caller to back off, indirectly or directly. and yet every time you do, you can feel the energy drain from you. closing your eyes, you sit for a minute, memorizing the melody that plays effortlessly in your head. a minute passes as you start to grow anxious. sakusa hasn't said a word...

  peeking an eye open, you look towards the sound both, towards him. looking in his direction, you furrow your eyebrows. earbuds rest comfortably in his ears as he nods along to the song playing. you're used to the comfortable hum of your last sound engineer's talking. the way he would let you sit with your eyes closed, talking about whatever nonsense he could think of.

  now, everything's just so silent. once the music starts, it fizzles out, and all you need is a little bit of chatter. yet it's not there. fully opening your eyes, you sit up, restless. "how are you liking this position so far?" you ask, raising your voice enough that you hope he can hear.

  he looks up from his soundboard, pulling out an earbud, "what did you need?"

  "oh nothing- i was just letting you know we're starting soon," you nod, tapping anxiously against the wooden table, shrugging your shoulders.

  nodding, sakusa slowly inserts his earbud again, grabbing his phone to look at something. grimacing, you bring your head forward, resting it on the table. the wood is smooth, cool to the touch. the warm fan of the laptop being the only thing keeping you from getting goosebumps. breathing in slowly, you count for five seconds, breathing back out.

  it's the last technique you could think to use now that your support system is gone. feeling the jitters quietly leave your body, you finally sit back up. biting your lip and resting your headphones over your ears, you notice the thirty seconds left. "would you-" you start, wondering if you could get lunch with him after work sometime. 

  however, you can see him focusing on whatever is on his phone. sakusa's attention is grabbed, and instead of prying anymore, you shake your head. staring down the clock, you watch until it reaches one second left. "hello everyone, thank you for listening and hopefully loving one of my favorite songs. now, let's give it up for line three. what would you like to talk it out with me today?”

  leaning up towards the mic, you don’t notice the look resting on sakusa’s face. he’s smiling to himself, a smile that just barely graces his lips, listening to you introduce the next caller.

taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@jadeoru @yessimo @lale-txt @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @sugacor3

@quikhs @todorokiskitten @mollyrolls @honeyfewr @pookiebearcave

@phoenix-eclipses @madiexuberant

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Another chapter! I wanted to keep going, but I also wanted to get a chapter out today. So here we are. As I read over this I noticed it is pretty much just filler. Nothing super major happening in this one. But there is banter to make up for that. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 25:

“Y/n?”

“Leon.” You responded. Despite your surprise, you were happy to actually see the man. A flicker of a smile crossed both your faces. Though somehow you remained stoic, unsure if it was appropriate to show joy in a time like this.

Afterall, you both are working for different opposing teams at the moment.

Leon lowered his gun slightly, beginning to walk toward you. You didn't know how to react. His face wasn't as emotive as it was six years ago. His features were sharper. More serious and less equivalent to that of a puppy’s, as you used to compare him to. It threw you off. You couldn't tell if he wanted to hug you or strangle you. Though you knew he would never do such a thing as strangle you. He doesn't hurt people. 

Well, at least unprovoked.

“You can stop right there, Leon.” Ada ordered, stepping up behind Leon with her gun raised steadily at him. 

Leon froze in place as Ada came around from behind him, gun pointed directly at his head. You think you heard a slight huff of amusement escape him despite the situation.

“Wouldn't make me use this, would you?” Ada asked, walking closer. She was now within arm's distance of Leon with her gun nearly grazing the back of his head.

Leon dropped his gun to the ground, raising his hands as if to surrender. “Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting… Ada.”

“You don't seem surprised. Interesting...” Ada stated. 

You also wondered why he wasn't surprised. As far as you knew, he should have thought she was dead. The last he had seen her, she was falling to her supposed death.

You know you were shocked when you had found out that wasn't the case.

Then, faster than you could react, Leon fought the gun away from him, turning to face Ada fully while he did so.

Ada reacted just as fast. Dodging the attacks from the knife that appeared in his hand seemingly out of thin air. You'd think it was magic if you didn't know any better.

The fast and elaborate fight lasted only a few seconds, with Leon coming out as the successor once his knife rested dangerously close to Ada's throat. You just watched on and let them have their moment, knowing damn well that Leon wouldn't kill Ada.

“Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters.” Leon snarked. You did your best to swallow a laugh that bubbled in your throat. He's a bit more sassier than you remembered him being. 

Ada fought off a smile and teased, “Not a bad move. Very smooth.”

“So, who are you working for this time?”

“Oh, Leon. You know I don't work and tell.” The small smile she was fighting off made an appearance anyway, amused by both the situation and her own choice in words.

The two lowered and holstered their weapons before backing away from each other. Leon went on investigating the room.

“What are you doing here? You work with Ada now?” Leon questioned you. He was studying your appearance, which you can only assume was a lot more haggard than your partner in crime was. 

“Something like that.” You replied, hesitant to whether or not you were able to share more with him.

Ada quickly answered your internal debate by voicing her declaration. “We're together.”

Leon's brows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Together? As in working together or together-together?”

“Both.” Ada shrugged.

“Huh.” His lips twitched upwards slightly, surprised and unsurprised all at once. Despite his more serious demeanor, you could finally see more of the old Leon the longer you spoke with him. 

“Well congratulations. I would have gotten you a gift of some sort if, you know, I actually knew you weren't dead.” Leon joked, sarcasm clear in his tone.

“You thought I was dead?” You asked.

“For a while.” Leon admitted. “You did practically drop off the face of the Earth after Raccoon City.”

You raised a brow, “You looked for me?” 

Leon hummed back “of course”, before giving you a look of mock hurt. His playful side decides to make a brief appearance in your presence. “What, you didn't check on me?”

You shrugged, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I did. I just didn't expect you to return the favor. You were hard to find.”

“You were worse. I found nothing. Hence me thinking you were dead.”

You were surprised by this. Even with his resources and having the president's favor he couldn't find you. Ada must have done a better job hiding you than you thought.

“Well how'd you know that Ada wasn't dead?” You wondered.

Leon went to respond, only to be interrupted by the no-nonsense version of Ada making an appearance again. Fun time is over.

“Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what.” Ada told Leon, referring to the president's daughter. She walked by him and towards the open window, grabbing your hand and taking you along with her. “You walk away now, and who knows? Maybe you'll live to meet us again.”

Leon all but scoffed in disbelief. “You think I'm gonna give up that easy?”

Ada dropped her head in mock defeat, before facing Leon once more. “Right. How about we continue this discussion another time?”

Leon nodded in agreement and looked away, bending down to pick his gun up from the floor.

Ada took the opportunity of the distraction to yank you both quietly out the window, zipping you to the ground via grappling hook.

“You enjoy mysteriously disappearing on people, don't you?” You asked Ada as she let you go.

“Guilty.” Ada smirked.

You huffed. “Gold bottle next?”

“Gold bottle next.” She confirmed.

—

“Ugh! Gross.” You whined, attempting to futilely wipe off the excessive amount of blood and mystery fluids that practically exploded on you from killing the armored parasite things. Nothing was left behind of the creature besides the goo and said armour. 

They were as they sounded. Parasites with armour on. Tentacles were sprouting from the head, swinging wildly once the helmet was off. And with the helmet off, you could see the yellow eyeball and all. A weakness that could be hard to get when the appendages were swinging at you at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. 

You weren't sure if there was any human involved in that monstrosity. You didn't really want to find out either.

Unfortunately, they were part of a trap set off while you were both getting the gold bottle. There was no avoiding them, so you had no choice but to fight them off. 

And unfortunately, you got even more filthy in the process.

“Yikes.” Ada said when she looked at you. She had just finished off the last of the parasites when she saw your appearance and winced in sympathy. Somehow she had managed to avoid getting most of the mess on herself. And at the moment, you kind of hated her for it.

“Yeah, fucking yikes. You have a rag or something?” You grimaced, knowing you weren't getting anywhere with clean up without assistance.

She tossed you a pack of tissues. You studied the pack in your hand with a sigh. 

Good enough.

“Think there's a lake nearby I can toss myself in?” You half joked, following Ada out of the room as you wiped your face and any exposed skin that had the displeasure of being covered by parasite fluids. You didn't even attempt to touch your hair, knowing it was a lost cause that only a shower could, maybe, fix.

“Doubt we have time for that even if there was one. If it gets too much, you could always ditch the jacket. Since that is what’s mostly covered.” She suggested.

“Yeah, and get hypothermia in the process. I don't know how you aren't cold on this chilly fall night, in a castle… with zero heating.”

“I'm running around a lot and don't notice. If anything, it's refreshing.” She paused, looking as if she realized something. “Also, you just suggested jumping into a lake on this 'chilly fall night’. Wouldn't you get hypothermia doing that too?” She pointed out.

You grumbled, “At least then I'd be clean.” She just snorted at your weak reply, taking out her radio to call Luis.

“Okay, Luis. That's two.” Ada told him once he answered the call.

“The last one should be in a room accessible from the castle wall. You bring them all to the top of the wall, and I'll have your Amber.” Luis said. “Oh, and here's some more info I've recovered about that old rock. Sending it now.” 

With that, the short conversation ended. Ada pulled up the documents sent on the radio. You didn't know it could do that. You looked over her shoulder to do the same.

The Amber: Research Report #1

Our experiments are still ongoing, but I can already see that the test subject has great potential. 

To summarize our findings so far:

1)Even in a state of suspended animation, it holds influence over other parasites.

2)It seems to possess the same organ as the dominant species and likely has the same level of control.

3)We still have no method to awaken it.

Furthermore, after a deadly accident, we have decided to take extra precautions and seal the Amber in a protective case.

That is also why I plan to move the Amber research lab to the new comms facility. 

I guess this is where I say adios to Don Quixote. 

(It was Luis who discovered these things, but Saddler does not trust him. I just hope he keeps his mouth shut.) 

-Anabel Garcia Escudero, Head Researcher

“'Deadly accident’. I wonder what that could be.” Your tone rang with sarcasm. You could only guess. But the thing that irked you about scientists like this is that they don't know when to quit. Even after things get dangerous and people die. 

Like Umbrella. Fucking Umbrella.

Ada huffed and shook her head. “Beats me. Let's head out. We need to get outside to the wall.”

You grunted in agreement, tossing the now soiled tissues to the ground behind you as you followed. Fuck this castle and fuck them.

They can clean it up themselves.

—

Ada grappled you both to the top of the castle wall. Once landed, you observe the fires and corpses of infected people all around. Leon had impressively made quick work of them.

Her radio buzzed and she was quick to answer, knowing exactly who it was.

“So, what's become of the Amber?” Wesker's voice asked slowly through the speaker. Honestly, if you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was trying to make his voice all deep and evil.

“Sorry. Nothing yet.” Ada replied. “But my little helper is creating quite the commotion. Everything will work out just fine.”

“As long as you can keep your dog under control.” He spoke with a drawl.

“He's a good boy. Predictable.”

“Fine. Keep your mutt. But don't come crying to me if you get bit.” With that, Wesker hung up. 

You rolled your eyes. “He must think he is so cool. With his sunglasses and evil lair.” You angrily muttered, unimpressed and irritated by just the voice of that raging asshole.

“Oh definitely.” Ada smirked, caressing your back to give you a small comfort. Even though you could tell she was annoyed with the man as well.

Ada catches a glimpse of a silhouette walking by the windows of the hallway in the castle. She nudged your arm and you followed her line of sight.

Squinting and stepping forward a bite to get a closer look, a quiet gasp escaped your throat. You couldn't tell if the creature was the same one that infected Ada, but you could definitely see the form it carried as it moved without knowing you were there. Ashley, the president's daughter. 

You have to tell Leon.

Upon facing Ada, you could tell you were both on the same page with this. She held the radio up to her face as rang Leon. The static a few dings later implies he answered the call.

Ada wasted no time before speaking. “Leon. Change your mind yet?”

“Ada?” Leon asked, confused as to how she even knew what station the radio in his possession was set to.

“Assuming you haven't, I've got a tip for you. Seems like something big is about to go down in the throne room. Babysitting is tough, huh?” With that little taunt, Ada ended the call, smirk tugging at the end of her lips.

“Proud of yourself for that one?” You commented.

She shrugged, not vocally replying to the question. She walks on again. “Let's get that butterfly.”

—

“Okay. It's an upright beetle, a deer skull, then a lizard.” Ada called the combination order. It had taken her running around the room with her special tech contact lenses to solve the lock combination keeping you from the butterfly.

You did the combination as she walked toward you, huffing in relief when it finally clicked and unlocked.

“Fucking finally! Puzzles. There is always a puzzle.” You then turned to face Ada as she grabbed the blue butterfly. “Why didn't we just shatter the damn thing?” The case was glass, after all.

Ada paused as she admired the butterfly, glancing at the glass case, before facing you with a deadpan expression. 

“Don't be silly. We're trying to remain inconspicuous. Shattering glass is not inconspicuous. It's conspicuous-”

“You didn't think about it, did you?” You asked knowingly, interrupting her rambling.

She sighed, feeling called out. “No. No I did not.”

“Well neither did I. Plus, there are probably alarms or something.” You said. It was an attempt to comfort, but the smile of amusement that was threatening to appear on your face made it less sincere than you wanted it to be.

“Yeah, yeah. Let's just get to the rendezvous point. Hopefully Luis makes it there with little hassle.”

You snorted. “I'm hoping that we make it there with little hassle.”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Well, I suddenly had an idea that... suddenly, for example, a situation broke down that a farmer and some person were close enough or just acquaintances, but their spouse just noticed some things all the time, like how close this person was to the farmer and how the person's hand was accidentally touching them.. and then their spouse would get jealous! and of course it would be interesting for me to read about sve characters, so...

it would also be interesting to add, for example, something NSFW, you know( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).. but this is optional of course

Hmmm, some jealousy headcanons 🌝

Welcome back Mazya! And thanks for the ask ❤️

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Lance:

Lance isn't jealous by nature. After all, he, like Farmer, has plenty of friends both among the adventurers and now among the regulars now that he's moved to Stardew Valley, so there's nothing wrong with devoting some time with friends. And the pink-haired adventurer in no way forbids the Farmer from spending time with their close friend... as long as their close friend doesn't break the boundaries of what's allowed. Because if they start hitting on Farmer or start being really touchy-feely, Lance will have a reason to be a little worried. Nevertheless, he'll resolve things in a civilised manner and explain to Farmer what and why Lance is feeling this way.

Magnus:

Magnus is having a bad time after this seemingly completely inconsequential incident. Even he and Farmer have discussed the moment and his consort has assured Magnus that whoever hugged them "for too long" (Magnus' words) is only a friend to them and Farmer will cross their courtship attempts, if any. Which, however, didn't help the old wizard shake off his feelings of jealousy. So let the Farmer not be surprised if their spouse is very close to them and a little suspicious of their friends.

Victor:

Victor is sure to drive himself to the brink of paranoia when in reality it is the Farmer who loves the spaghetti lover and not their rather clingy friend. The thought that it's all false accusation and the thought that Farmer already regrets choosing Victor begin to bang against each other in Victor's head and it affect him in real life. Eventually, he can't stand it and asks Farmer to talk to him. What a relief Victor will feel when he realises that there is absolutely no reason to be jealous and suspect cheating! Why hadn't they both talked before?

Olivia:

Oh, Olivia knows that her partner is loyal to her and that they love each other madly. Alas, some of Farmer's friends are behaving a little inappropriately, since they allow themselves more than is usually allowed in friendship. Then the businesswoman has to remind everyone that she's Farmer's wife, in case anyone forgot that. Nothing extreme or toxic, just Olivia taking some precautions. Very skilfully, by the way- so skilfully, without destroying the friendship of Farmer and their friends, and without ruining her relationship with her spouse. The wolves are fed and the sheep are safe, as they say.

Sophia:

Sophia doesn't understand the concept of jealousy as such at all. Of course, just because the pink-haired girl may occasionally switch into "I wanna attention right now!" mode and lash out at Farmer for hugs, she doesn't harbour jealousy towards Farmer's friends. Because Sophia knows that if a friend lives far away (as in her case with Scarlett), you want to spend more time before they leave again. Besides, the Farmer always comes back to Sophia, always tells her about their day and always makes her smile and happy. She trusts them, so no jealousy.

Claire:

Claire had been walking around a little depressed all day. As much as she tried to distract herself from bad thoughts, the moment when Farmer's best friend, who came to visit them, started to hug and touch them for quite a long time, made Claire feel jealous. Sad, uninspired, maybe this isn't all as she imagines, maybe she'll start false accusations and hurt her spouse, or maybe... Luckily, the caring Farmer started the conversation first, as they couldn't understand why their wife had become so silent. They both solved their problem and Farmer reminded her that they love her and only her.

[thestrangestthlng]

Public Figures Owe You Nothing

Same thing, different fandom. Now, my first soiree into internet fandom was Glee nearly fifteen years ago. Given insane popularity of the show and one of their two main couples, Klaine, and Darren Criss being a straight man, I am no stranger to the "only gay (out) queer actors should play queer roles" argument.

I don't necessarily disagree completely. Queer actors should be highlighted in queer roles. But guess what, the film industry is shit.

Not everyone is out, can afford to be out, is ready to come out publicly, or cares to have anyone in their business. There is a huge number of fans who are way too invested in the parasocial relationships with their "favs" and cross lines.

It's a tale as old as time. Darren Criss' now wife, Mia (Swier), was mercilessly harassed online and honestly in person. I distinctly remember people MAILING her things. There was an incredible amount of hate directed towards her because SHE wasn't a HE and a group of fans were hellbent that he and Chris Colfer were secretly in a relationship, even though both were happily in their own relationships. (Both of them are actually still IN those relationships and I love that for them.)

Someone gave Dannell Ackles (wife of Jensen Ackles) a gift at an event. When she reached it she was cut by a bunch of rusty hooks in a fucking voodoo doll.

One of the NSYNC members (I can't remember if it were Chris or Joey) ended up being broken up with by their partner at the time because of the amount of hate they were getting.

This came up because someone said on instagram that they "will not be watching [RWRB]" because [Taylor and Nicholas] "are not out" and "they are gay for pay". So, me being me, says to them that the actors owe you nothing. Their sexuality/gender identity is no one's concern but their own.

Also, it was really disgusting what alot of Heartstopper did to Kit. He's just a baby and they strong armed him to coming out before he was ready and made him feel like he had to justify it. Cruel irony being that it's the exact opposite of the point of the books, and exact opposite of his character. I'll never forgive them for what they did to my son.

I went on to tell them that Hollywood is shit. It's homophobic, racist, sexist, xenophobic, transphobic, everything phobic. They like beautiful and handsome, classically beautiful, white, straight actors that fit into their perfect mold. As soon as actors come out they get type cast, lose rolls (because how could a homosexual portray intimacy with a woman? It's not like they are actors or anything). I, of course, got blocked because they didn't agree with me and that's fine.

Did you know that many actors in the union don't even make the $26,000 a year that is required to qualify for health insurance? Most actors are working class. Yes, many acquire a net worth, but it's honestly one huge disaster from losing what they have. The median salary for actors in the US is about 60K a year. So why would a working class actor or even a upper middle class actor, want to potentially dismantle their career trajectory by telling something that is really no one's concern anyway?

Not everyone wants to be stuck in a Ryan Murphy rotation. Maybe once we get more queer film and show makers and Hollywood execs start to fuck off we'll get more. I'm 99% sure that RWRB is the ONLY gay romcom without underlying trauma porn. The only other one that comes close is a Christmas movie.

Actors are still human and deserve privacy. They owe fans nothing. Their partners deserve privacy. If they are queer good for them. If they are not, good for them. But fans don't get to dictate who comes out and when. So yes, we want more queer actors in queer roles, but we don't get to decide if the ones who are not open get to have these roles. Sometimes it is who is best for the role.

As far as RWRB: Neither Taylor nor Nicholas have ever made any public statements on their sexuality and are both private people when it comes to their relationships. It's really goofy that people think it's an appropriate question to ASK them personally. Interview or not.

All that matters to me is that they killed that online and the characters they acted were madly in love with each other.

Moral of the story: they can want someone and love some one and not want that life for them. Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka were together for three years before they came out and that's when NPH came out - at 34 on his terms, as it should be. Some people really missed the message of the book; that queer people deserve to come out when and how THEY want to.

/Ted Talk

[go-on-eat-shrooms]

IF THE STARS SAID YOU COULDN'T LOVE ME PART 3

Warning: +18

Contains:  Blood, mentions of Braavos, faceless men, Temple of the many face god. Foul language. Thinking you are tripping balls. Lord of light is coming.

Music to listen to: A day to remember: 2nd sux

Summary: Training begins for Benijot Blackwood and even for you. There is no mercy given to both of you for the dire betrayl you caused both the Brackens and the Starks. Rumors spread like wild fire of where you two must of gone. But both of you are in the safest place you can think of. In a place not even Satan dare not enter. Even Satan's face could be sliced off and used.

"Morning" you awoke almost choking from the cold water thrown on your face.

The waif was looking at you with deep loathing.  You wanted to punch her until all her teeth were knocked off.

"I believe you had enough rest, you are not here to drag your feet around. Get up!"

"Here are the clothes we use here. Get dressed quickly. You are no longer any sort of lady of title within these walls."

Be quick and follow me. After dressing. The waif guided you into a maze of cold stone with dimly lit corridors. With faces lining the arches of those corridors. Mouths gaping, torn holes where eyes should of been. Yet the faces seemed moist and freskly carved. You were taken to a large room which would be an exaggerating thought really. As Benji stated a room full of pillars with human faces. Pillars skyrocketing towards the ceiling. You could see hundreds upon hundreds of candles lit around, not just the pillars but around statues of death and the old gods.

In the much far distance, you could see women, children, elders, surrounding a large basin on the floor filled with water. Their faces illuminated by candle light, filled with grief, relief, peace and surrender.

"If you don't want to end up like them pay close attention or you'll never leave this place. At least with breath still in your lungs."

"How old are these faces" You asked

"Some since within the past ages.even before we were not a lustful thought in our mother's minds." Stated the waif.

You met up with jacken and the familiar face that brought warmth and hope in your heart. As well Benji was wearing the same tunics as you. A plain navy blue tunic with sandals.

"I believe in wasting no time and we begin now."

Pacing away from the pillars of never ending masks of flesh the anxious feeling would not leave your stomach.

Once again tho to your sour thoughts. Benji disappeared with jacken.

"Did you think this was a couples travel? You need to stand on your own and no longer rely on him. Or you will die quickly. From now only you belong to the many face God. He is your partner, the reason why you even breath."

The waif threw a spear at you and swung hard towards you. The move was so swift you didn't see your side begin to drip with blood. Looking down you seen this girl was in no way planning to actually help you but to kill you.

"There is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today'."

The waif moved without warning and spun around. Once more slashing your ankle. More blood.

Swing after swing she never missed until your body was sweating blood more than actual sweat.

"Observe the movements and slow them down in your mind. It's the only way you'll learn to block me; from carving you like the rotted cheese you are."

From day after day, you got your ass kicked by the waif. Coming back to your chambers with blooming bruises and fresh wounds. 'Slow your movements down in the mind' you said to yourself.

On the other side of the spectrum, Benjicot was also fighting to getting to the point to breath normally. Yes, he was great in war. But jacken was no mere human. And he gave no sympathy. Blood poured down his forehead. Clouded vision from the blood clots blocking his sight.

It felt like jacken was eight different men in one. With different fighting styles. A cut throat swords man from Kings Landing:

Swinging his sword with the thirst of a rabid wolf. Catching his forehead. Which exploded into blood running down his face.

a swift water dancing spear master from Braavos:

Moving so swiftly with such grace and knocking Benjis sword off his hands in the blink of an eye. The initials S.F. written in blood on Benjis left forearm. Blood trickled down his fingers. The lines repeated

"There's only one God and his name is death, and what do we say to the god of death dear benij?" A man with a white blouse and brown toursers and boots to his knees whispered.

"NOT TODAY!!!!" Benji screamed.

A Darth Raki solider :

Screaming the battle cry for blood lust and a sense of rape in his eyes. Tanned and covered in blue war paint. Grabbing Benji and slamming him on the ground with one pull. Trying to tear off his tunic for a better access to rape. Benji was pinned on the ground blood and saliva mixing on the cold stone. Benji had one chance. He swerved and sliced the Darthriki in the eye. Crawling away to stand up, all Benji could do was sway. With nothing to hold onto.

A trained unsuli:

In the stance of a true soldier afraid of nothing. Death was an honor, no balls, but more balls than most men. A spear can at benjis face. Striking his cheek in a heavy blow.

The myths of the white walker king:

The air became very cold. Benji could see his breath. All around him everything turned to ice. His lungs ached every breath he took. This was the feeling of death. A blue monster with blue eyes gleaming, picked Benji up once more and started choking the life out of him. The cold air felt like it was going to melt his face.

But the three most unexpect were his brother Davos, his own father Samwell....and Benji himself.

"You must learn to trust in no one, not even yourself. For a boy thinks he knows his character, but that can change in a second. Depending on mercy. Here you shall lose mercy. For strangers, loved ones and yourself. Your greatest fear and Opponent is you."

Jacken once more changed his exterior to one of an old man with no eyes. His hair completely gone in the most poorest of frocks. You seen he had no shoes and his toe nails were missing. The smell of rotting flesh was unbearable. Benji vomited to the side.

The old man spoke, "You are still showing weakness. A boy must be nonchalant to any condition."

As his last sentence came to an end. The old rotted corpse flung himself at Benji. Dripping in worms that landing in benjis  hair and hands. The old man's blood so rotted, he just admitted green pus. Dagger in his hand, he aimed for benjis throat.

Benji swayed to the right avoiding his demise.

"Good, but not good enough." Jacken cackled. his father appeared. Benjis eyes grew wider. Merciless benji said under his breath. His father was burning holes into benjis eyes.

"My dear boy, you must learn to die before you can breath again." His father said softly.

Pulling out a family sword from his sheath Benji recognized all too well. He took the same exact swings and turns as his father had taught him as an actual child. But no longer as a lesson but as threat of death.

"You are no son of mine until you can slay me. Your father, the father that gave you the admittance to even breath!!"  Yelled the plain murderous look of the illusion of his father.

Benjis father faded...what came next was even more heart wrecking.

Davos, his beloved twin brother slaughtered at the battle at the mill by a fucking Bracken. Face and body soaked in blood. Holes in almost ever inch of his tunic. Blood sliding into the stone floors forming a pool.

"Dear brother, we shared a womb I kicked your pathetic ass then and I'll do it again!"

Swinging  with a force of a kissed by fire wilding. This force was too powerful but Benji had to keep his ground. He was losing footing with the rage of his past twin. Benji managed to kick Davos in the face. Dodging his brother moves more precisely.

"Getting better you dumb cunt." Davos grinned and disappeared.

Standing infront of you was you....

Blinking your eyes to not be driven into madness. The 2nd you began to grin.

"Look at you, fighting and thinking you can change your stars. For a girl that's just like any other common whore from a brothel. Ruining your future ruling of your house. For what? A common whore?!"

"Benji" You said softly in shocked wide eyes. Jacken lunged towards you with a familiar dagger made out of valerian steel.

Benji ran towards you in such a speed it scared him. Benji flung you into a pillar. You bounced off hard onto the stone floor. A dagger was pieced through the very pillar you just should by. This really was no game. Neither the waif nor jacken wanted to help you.

Jacken shifted into your brother Areon.

"Sister, where have you gone, what have you done to us to father to Cregan. All for this reckless. Worthless craven fuck."

Your eyes grew wide and shiny as if they were made out of glass. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Before anymore thoughts arose, the illusion of Aeron paced towards you, dagger in hand.

Benji ran towards you only to be slammed into a wall by the waif.

Still covered in blood, you stood up a dagger in your own hands and swung.

"You are not my brother!!!"  You screamed.

The masks one the walls and the pillars made a loud sound of screaming in unison as they glowed in a shade of crimson. The most horrible noise you and Benji ever heard.

You and Benji both felt your ears dripping. Blood flowing from the sides of your necks.

The dim light from the torches burst into raging fires.

Jacken turned back into Benji.

"How much would you say you love me? Would you die with me? Would you die for me? Your just a stupid little girl who thinks a prince would come to save you. But your very fairly mistaken. Remember when I told you I did things bc I was bored? Well you are one of them. My little escape from boredom. Your body, your voice, your face. My escape until I find another object to extinguish my lack of faith in having a dancing monkey. Your body replaceable, your memory replaceable, your very essence of existence! All replaceable! This is real life you dumb cunt! No one matters, no one cares! Only you, you poor bitch."

"Idk what this is, but you are not Benji."  You said sternly.

"Noooooooo!!!!!!" Benji screamed.

Benji screamed in slow motion. The waif had gone behind you and speared your heart. Falling to your knees, eyes filled with tears, you collapsed on your side.

"You must die before you can live." The last thing you heard from jacken. His voice trailing softly away as you closed your eyes and heard bejis voice one last time screaming your name in agony. Before everything went dark.

"To retrieve her back you now must earn the right to see her breathe again." Jacken looked at you with blank eyes.

"The lord of light will be on their way. Tonight you shall not rest until you prove your worthy of the heinous wars to come."

[hannahhook7744]

Yen Sid and Quinlynn Hearts Headcanons;

His full name is Yaz Sorcerer of Enchania.

Lil Yaz is a childhood nickname and his wrapper name.

He has two maternal cousins under the name of Zim and Zam and one paternal cousin named 'Calista'.

He is the son of Yzma and Cedric the sorcerer of Enchania.

He has two siblings (Yzla and Zevon).

His mom's nickname for him is 'Little Cat'.

He is 19 years old in d1.

Lil Yaz died of Appendicitis before Wicked World.

He is more morally grey/neutral than his cousins and siblings.

He was a laid-back guy and often came off as apathetic to those around him.

He was more focused on living his life to the fullest when he was alive.

He was the closest to Yzla when he died.

He collabed with the Bad Apples a few time and was apart of Harriet Hook's crew.

Lil Yaz has a pet cat named 'Maisy'.

He was apart of the isle santa intuitive.

He was really good with kids.

Lil Yaz always wanted to see the cats of the world and the Kuzcovian Empire if he ever got off the isle but he was never able to.

He had a crush on Diego but was turned down.

This led to him being too nervous to ask Quinlynn Hearts out and led to him putting it off until he was unable to (due to his death).

He was very close to his mother and a tad resentful towards his father because he could leave the isle when the rest of the family couldn't.

He was taken to the isle in year 2 when he was a year old.

His favorite colors are blue, purple, and gold.

He hates his maternal grandmother but loves everyone else in his family.

Her full name is Princess Quinlynn Mirana Hearts of Wonderland.

She has two younger siblings. A brother named Hart who is in Uma's crew and a sister named Red (who goes on to time travel in Rise of Red). She also has an older brother named Jack somewhere and some cousins.

Despite the fact they look nothing alike, they are all actually full-blooded siblings (as far as they know anyway).

She is apart of Harriet's crew and works at her mother's saloon.

She likes doing nails, playing cards, baking, potions making, chemistry, doing hair (especially crazy hair), listening to music, and dancing.

She bitter and disillusioned with love because not only did Lil Yaz die before she could tell him how she felt but after she tried moving on with Cheekbones Stabbington, he died too.

After losing them, she swore she'd never love again and she might just keep that promise.

After losing Lil Yaz, she and Yzma fell into a kind of tradition where they have tea and spinach puffs on Friday nights and reminisce about him. These nights almost always end with both of them in tears.

Quinlynn also goes to a grief counseling group once every two months with her crew mate, A.J Slade, her almost sister in law, Comsia Athanasiou, and others like them who've lost their romantic partners. They meet in secret.

She likes Pop music but prefers rap and jazz.

I'll add more if I think of any.

and

Milo Manheim as Lil Yaz.

Piper Curda as Quinlynn Hearts (suggested by and the edit made by @darkshadow7 ).

[undead-potatoes]

Not sure if anyone else has beat me to this, but tell me about how Jay and Rory speak? Anything that makes their voice 'theirs'?

This took a while to answer, not just bc my brain tapped out, but I got this ask in the middle of a redesign of Jay, so it just sat in my drafts for over 9 months while I tried to figure things out 🙈

Jay:

None of the in-game voices really fit him, with Voice 3 being the closest, but it's honestly not that close either (more on that in a sec).

As he's a Baldurian born and bread, he should probably have a commoner Baldurian accent (which seems to be just plain old "standard TV bri'ish"), but I reaaally like the idea of him having an accent closer to some of those found in northwestern England. Something like a Mancunian or Scouse accent, where the vowels get all big and distorted.

I was re-watching Ted Lasso when it hit me: Jamie fucking Tartt is the perfect voice claim for Jay. The accent, the pitch, the slight vocal fry, the way he sounds a little whiny when he's upset. Even with a more "standard" accent, Phil Dunster (Jamie's actor) has all the other qualities to his voice that I want for Jay. As far as I'm concerned, Phil is the voice of Jay through and through.

His vocabulary is very casual, using lots of common slang and informal terms of address like "mate" and "love", even when talking to relative strangers, and gravitates towards "babe" as a term of endearment for romantic and sexual partners (and his bestie Karlach, who belongs to neither one of the aforementioned categories).

While he used to swear a lot when he was younger, he tries to keep most of his swearing under wraps, a conscious effort to appear more professional when dealing with clients. He also tries his best to practice speaking in a relatively calm and even manner when dealing with other people, as he has a bad habit of talking both too fast and too loudly, especially when he's excited about something or feels flustered.

Those last two kind of fall apart after he and Karlach become close friends, her more loud personality and copious swearing rubbing off on him over the months they spend together. He's not complaining though - it's a hilariously small price to pay for genuine friendship.

Aurora:

Aurora's in-game voice is Voice 6, and I think that's pretty close to how I imagine her voice to be. It's rich and deep, without being scratchy. Her speech is surprisingly mellow and quiet, and she doesn't raise her voice much. She's not meek though, just a little reserved and naturally quiet.

She has a lowborn/commoner Baldurian accent, with a distinct burr (pronounced Rs) due to her upbringing in a primarily dwarven community. I'd like to imagine there are bits and bobs of Scottish terms and ways of speech there too. (I mean I'd love to give her a Scottish accent, the sexiest thing on this planet, but I'll stay within Ed's own canon here and just add some extra shit to it lmao).

There's also the occasional random outburst, when the Urges become too loud and she can't shake them off. It's usually short and a little aggressive like "shut up" or "fuck off" mumbled under her breath, which actually kinda works (source: personal experience). Other people can probably hear it a lot of the time, but they're usually nice enough to not mention it.

She has auditory tics too, especially when she's extra stressed out, and the others can often gauge just how bad it is based on how intense the tics and fidgeting is.

- - -

Cult!Aurora was even more quiet, and had a bad habit of not answering people or letting on what she was thinking at all. It really added to her intimidating presence, even if that wasn't her intention at all, she just didn't deem the people around her important enough to answer. The only real exception here is probably Gortash, who she would actually hold entire conversations with, but even he had to get used to the eerie quiet she often brought with her.

[alolanrain]

You got any headcanons about Gen 5?

It’s my favourite generation of Pokémon :)

So I’m taking this and running with it because you didn’t clarify what kind of headcanons. So Ash is defiantly aged in this one

Cilan is the one who gets Ash into weed. Not even smoking but just edibles.

Ash got his ass rocked by a Seismitoad while fucking around in a muddy pond. it was under the water and he stepped directly on it's head by complete accident. he kept whining about the bruises so Cilan gave him a 5mlg just so he would stfu.

he's introduced to Mario Kart and Sonic somehow in between going through Castelia City and Nimbasa City

Ash has already started to box and dance before he get's to Unova so he ask's if the Nimbasa Twin's wanted to rumble around after their dual battle with him and Cilan.

Emmet refuses but Ingo takes Ash on and quickly becomes he best sparring partner Ash has ever had so far. in the end Ash extends his stay in the city for just a full day of boxing with Ingo, thankful that the man took a day off to do so.

if Alder was asked who he favored the most out of all the trainer's he met during that year, he'd pick Cilan without hesitation. Ash is a close second but Alder doesn't like how quick to anger he is, especially when trip's around.

Unova as a whole is defiantly a trail in patience for Ash. since Pikachu's aren't native to Unova a lot of rich people or influencer's try to put a price on the Pokémon. wanting Pikachu for their own gains.

it take's everything in Ash not to swing at Iris near the middle of their travels because she hadn't dropped the 'kid' thing yet. in reality he doesn't lift a finger but mentally Iris has most likely died at least thrice by now.

the reason why is most likely related back when he was traveling through Kanto and how Misty bit at his heels for acting like such a kid despite Ash being 10 years old. he feels guilty that Misty and Brock both had to grow up fast but that doesn't mean Ash has too. he's learned it's better to let the insult roll off his back and not put to much wind to the flames but Iris just won't give up.

Iris had grown up quickly as well despite being a year and a half younger then Ash and about three years younger then Cilan. she's jealous that could see the world through rose colored glasses and take them off when things start to get serious.

she doesn't realize that she can do that too until much later, like around the time when Ash is in Alola for a time frame, but it's hard for her to do.

both Iris and Ash realize that Cilan's a mean and sassy drunk, he's like a year older then the legal age drinking limit in Unova, until they get knocked out of the league during the final battles. sitting by the green haired chef who's somehow gathered a group of people so they could just shit talk.

it's definitely the first time Iris and Ash has seen this so their off to the side. contemplating on whether or not to approach their friend or not. choosing to just stay in ear shot and keeping Cilan in their eye sights in case the chef bolts off to somewhere.

Ash ends up tasering Trip at some point during the entire Unova arc. no one knows how it happened and Trip actively refuses to even speak to Ash and his friends afterwards for a while.

Ash and Iris originally thought that there was some hella sexual tension between Cilan and Burgundy only to realize that it went deeper then that.

apparently Burgundy liked another connoisseur girl that was a rank above her but that girl liked Cilan instead of Burgundy. the girl publicly turned down Burgundy before going and also publicly asking Cilan for a date.

what Burgundy doesn't know is that Cilan had left mid date after realizing just how bad the girl was. absolutely clueless about what happened to Burgundy.

Iris knows most of the story but Ash is the one who knows all of it. they both agree it's 'not their turf' so they don't bringing anything up.

Ash and Georgia are so neutral towards each other that if they were left alone in a room, it would be completely silent because they would just ignore each other.

Elsa's Tynamo has a thing for Ash's Pikachu after their gym battle and it takes a while to peel the eel Pokémon off of Pikachu after it gets healed up.

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

For purposes of my au-

1: FNAF and MHA/BNHA take place in the same state/country

2: Aizawa has some sort of relation/friendship to the Afton family and is the kids godfather or whatever

3: Instead of like brown hair William, Micheal, and Evan have like purple-black hair like Alex does (Clara and Elizabeth are still ginger)

Afton Family’s quirks/power-

William: Life Resilience Life Resilience | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

Clara: Telekinesis Telekinesis | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

Micheal: Enhanced Endurance Enhanced Endurance | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

Elizabeth: Telepathy Telepathy | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

Evan: Door Projection Door Projection | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

Alex: Spatial Manipulation Spatial Manipulation | Superpower Wiki | Fandom

(Evan and Alex get their quirks from a grandparent who had a portal creation quirk Portal Creation | Superpower Wiki | Fandom)

Before The Show Starts/Before Attending UA-

Alex was only the age of 3 years old when she and her 8 year old younger older brother Evan witnessed as their older sister was offered an ice cream from Circus Baby. The both gasped/yelped as they ran away from the doorway in fear. Tear were falling from their eyes. Evan was holding Alex’s hand to make sure she doesn’t fall to far behind him. “Daddy!!!” Alex cried. She clung into her fathers leg as soon as they reached him.

“What happened?” William asked, trying to understand his child’s distress. Evan tried to explain what they saw through his sobs. William understood what he was saying, and sent his two youngest to the next room where his oldest was.

After that, no one would talk about what happened to Elizabeth. William wouldn’t tell anyone the truth of what happened, and found a way to write it off as some natural cause or something. No one believed the two little kids. They were just young and had wild imagination, and didn’t know how else to explain their older sister being gone, at least that what everyone thought. William give Evan a Fredbear plushie, and Alex a Spring Bonnie plushie, to try and comfort them. It did help, but also didn’t at the same time. The two were both scared of the animatronics in their fathers dinner, Fredbears Family Dinner, Evan more than Alex though. Alex was more confused, and didn’t know how to feel. Alex had been interested in the animatronics and alway asked her dad about them, then a new one killed her sister.

Just under a year later, Evan’s 9th birthday was quickly approaching. During this time, William and his wife Clara’s relationship was falling apart more than it kinda already was before. Clara hadn’t ever been the best mom, other than to Elizabeth, her favorite child. She was honestly neglectful and down right hateful towards her none ginger children. By this point William and his business partner Henry Emily, opened the first Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Speaking of Henry, his daughter Charlie just died, three weeks before Evan’s birthday. As much as Evan didn’t want to have his birthday around the scary animatronics, his party was at Fredbears. Alex stuck by his side the whole time. They mostly hide under a table together. Evan was crying and Alex was clinging to him. Their older brother, Michael, kept teasing and making fun of Evan for being a crybaby. He was always teasing him, but didn’t do the same to Alex. Alex kept huffily getting Mike to get to leave them alone for a time. Everything was mostly normal until…

Grumble… Alex looked down at her stomach. She was hungry, and thirsty. “I be wight back Evey,” she said, sitting up. She held her Spring Bonnie plush to her chest tightly.

“Be careful!” Evan said with worry. He didn’t want her to get to close to the animatronics. Alex nodded before leaving the safety of under the table. She ran over to the smoothie bar to get her and Evan a drink. She snaked on a piece of pizza while she was waiting. As she was handed the two smoothies, she heard noise from across the room. She turned, stuffie tucked under her arm, smoothie in each hand. She saw as Michael and his friends dragged Evan away from the table hiding spot. She rushed that way, trying not to spill the two drinks.

“Mikey weave him awone!” Alex scolded with her squeaky 4 year old voice. Her oldest brother didn’t listen to her. As she got closer, she set the two smoothies on a nearby table and ran over. One of Michels friends grabbed her to hold her back as she shouted at her brother. “Stop it Mikey! It’s not funny! Weave him awone!” She tried talk sense into the 14 year old, but it was too late. Micheal put Evan’s head into the mouth of the yellow/golden colored bear springlock animatronic. Snap! Crunch! Because of Evan’s crying and trembling, the spring locks malfunctioned, snapping shut on his head. The laughter of the teenage bullies instantly stopped. Alex gasped, wiggling her way out of the one guys grasp. She ran up to Micheal, who was cradling Evan in his arms. She started sobbing as she saw Evan’s bloody head. She turned and ran towards where she knew her father was. “Daddy!!”

Evan was brought to a hospital for his injuries, eventually getting brought home for his last days. He was in a coma for about a week before he died. After Evan’s death, William and Clara’s arguing became even worse. They would have screaming arguments every night. One night, Alex woke up from a nightmare, and could hear her parents arguing in the other room. She was crying a little from her dream. She got out of bed, pecked out of her room, and ran into Michael's bedroom. He looked over at the noise of his door, and turned on his bedside lap. He had just been staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. “Alex?” He yawned slightly.

“C-can I sleep w-with you?” Alex sniffled and hiccuped. Mike nodded and she ran over jumping onto his bed. She snuggled into him and he held her close. He knew that everything was a lot for the 4 year old. It was a lot for him, and he was 10 years old than her. He was actually slightly surprised that she can to her for comfort after what he had done. But he understood. He could also hear their parents yelling.

“I want a divorce!” William blurted.

“So do I!!” Clara slammed closed the front door as she walked out of the house. She got in to her car and speed off. The following day a police man came to the house and informed William that his wife had been in a car accident. Just like that the Afton family was half the size it had been a year before. Elizabeth, Evan, and Clara were dead, leave just William, Micheal, and Alex.

After everything, William delved into his work more. He was becoming withdrawn and colder to the world outside his family. Mike, on the other hand, stepped up. He stopped with his bully attitude after his prank gone wrong. He didn’t want to lease another sibling, so he cared for Alex as if both of their lives depended on it. Which honestly it might have. Who know what might have happened if Alex wasn’t being supervised by the helicopter parent her brother was acting like. William, after some grieving time, also kinda also became a helicopter parent. He did have some resentment towards Mike, but did realize that his elder son didn’t mean to kill his younger son. Since Mike was older, William put more into keeping Alex safe. He’d keep her with him while working on animatronics, teaching her the basics. She actually found it interesting.

By the time of middle school Alex was dying her hair blonde and using her mothers maiden name Schmidt. Because of all the news involving her family and the Fazbear brand, she was getting bullied and excluded by her peers. You know the whole missing children stuff. So her family moved, and she went to a different middle school from the rest of her elementary school classmates. Which made it the perfect time to somewhat change who she was. She was still kinda excluded because she was socially awkward and didn’t know how to make friends. Her family was a bunch of loners.

Actually it was her and Michael who moved because William kinda went missing/‘died’ at this point. They didn’t move that far, but far enough to be away to not constantly run into people that knew them/their family. They actually moved in with their godfathers (Aizawa).

After about a year or so Michael moved out going back closer to where they used to live, but was still close enough by. He actually got a security job of some kind back home. That’s all he told Alex at the time. However, by the time she was going to start high school, and start at UA (in on recommendation), she learned more about what Michael had been doing. He couldn’t really hide the fact that he was basically a walking corpse. He had purple skin.

Other stuff I wasn’t sure where to fit in-

1: She started doing the secret hero work in middle school. She witnessed a crime thing, where innocent people were going to be hurt. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to do anything, but she didn’t want to just sit back and let it happen. So, she pulled her hood up to cover her face, and used her spatial manipulation to get close and get the innocent people out before anything could happen.

2: The kids William killed were (mostly) kids that were mean to Alex

3: She’s not against a poly relationship but has never publicly identify as poly like she has identified with she/they pronouns and as pansexual

4: She first learned card tricks/sleight of hand after Michael did one very simple card trick to mess with her when she was very young and she basically wanted to show him up which she definitely did

5: When it comes to how she wears her ua school uniform, she basically never wears the jacket, but wears a long sleeve under the button shirt. The top button or two are (usually) undone, and the tie is on loose and messily.

6: Fav colors are black, amethyst, and metallic violet

(Let me know what you think! Let me know if you wanna see more! I was thinking of maybe doing a one-shot series or something, but idk. I do already have an idea of what her dorm room looks like.)

(Just btw, most of the drawings were traced from photos I found on google, so that I could edit them to fit the character more and stuff. Not all of the drawings were, just thought I'd mention that!)

[ria-writes-stories]

For: @taminam02 because- art- I dunno I just wanna show my appreciation towards an artist that I enjoy the content of very much

Ship: Smokey bat (Uzi x Sam, cuz I noticed they liked the last one)

Genre: Romance, Cotton

Title: Cozzy cats

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(No one's pov)

Uzi was simply doodling in class, as usual, because her intelligence was far above the average of the class, meaning that every work that the teacher assigned to the class was under stimulating for her, therefore...the teacher gave a challenge enough for her. "Uzi, Sam, pair one for the group project-" "WHAT?!" Uzi said snapping her head up as her eyes widen while she broke the pencil she was holding in her hand as a few other students near her got startled by her sudden burst of a loud scream.

The teacher sighed and rolled his eyes. "Uzi- you need to partner up and develop social skills-" "I DON'T NEED 'EM!" Uzi said standing up on the desk angrily. "Ugh, Uzi please sit down." The teacher said rubbing his forehead as Uzi proceeded to point at the teacher while pressing the poor student's head in front of her onto the desk using it as support for the strange cat like position she was in. "BITE ME!"

The discussion was cut short by the bell and everyone left the classroom as did the teacher leaving Uzi unable to negotiate to do her project on her own, like always.

Uzi groaned loudly in annoyance as she kicked a chair and crossed her arms over her hands before hearing a snore which caught her off guard, startling her and making her turn around to see where the noise came from. To her surprise a drone was asleep, resting their head on their arms, folded over on the desk. He was wearing a cozy sweater and a beanie with his eye color a magenta. Sam was of course as usually far too stoned to be aware of what is going around him so there is no surprise that he was sleeping during class and even now when classes were over, just now Uzi realised the true challenge she had in front of her, however...she saw it as an opportunity. If he was this spaced off she could still do the project on her own and just write his name at the end of it. Great! Should she tell him about the project? Probably. It was the decend thing to do after all, right? Yeah.

Uzi walked over and gently shook him. "Hey- wake up." "Hm-? Duuude- huh?" Sam looked up at Uzi puzzled as if he expected someone else. "Uhm...so we got paired up for a project but-" "Where is everyone?" Sam asked confused as he looked around tiredly. "They left- school is over. As I was saying we got paired up for a project and-" "Who are you-?" "STOP INTRERRUPTING ME!" Uzi snapped like a hissy feline as Sam's eyes widen in shock as he raised his hands up. "We got paired up for a project however you do not have to do anything, I will do everything and credit your name as well so I'll be going off now, also my name is Uzi-" "Oh-? But- paired up for a project means we both work dudette." "Have you not been listening? Why even would you want to work when you can just not? Also what's a dudette-" "Dudette, it would be unfair if I let you do everything, come on I can do something too." Uzi looked at Sam utterly confuse as he got up and Uzi got a reality check on how tall this guy was besides her, as if it wasn't enough that she was already shorter than Lizzy and Doll...

"Ugh! Fine-! Just- follow me I guess." Uzi mumbled as she took her backpack and started to head out as Sam followed her covering his mouth as he yawned.

Uzi was thinking about the project while Sam followed close behind her, and before Uzi knew she was in her home. Strange...usually she was so lost in thoughts she bumped into all of the doors on her way somewhere, well, usually she didn't have Sam behind her to notice that she's so concentrated in her own world that she could hurt herself, so, he simply opened all of the doors and kept them open until she passed by, hell he even greeted Khan by waving, catching the old man off guard but he didn't seem to question much about why Sam was there or following Uzi, he was too uninterested.

Uzi threw her backpack on the ground. "Take a sit somewhere or something." Uzi said waving her hand as she took out her notebooks and school manuals.

Sam simply flopped onto the bed, resting on his back as he closed his eyes and simply breathed while Uzi opened her PC and began to take care of the project since she already does all of her homework throughout the week the moment she receives it, sometimes doing it during school recess and the small break between lessons as to save up time. Boring details shoo. Any who, while Uzi was working on the project Sam proceeded to get up and sat his head on Uzi's.

"?! What are you doing?" Uzi said with a slight blush on her cheeks as Sam simply looked at the screen. "I told you it's not fair if you are the only one to do the work dudette." Sam said as he placed his hand on Uzi's, which was resting on the mouse of the PC, which caused the angsty rebellious teen to blush further.

He moved it around and clicking at stuff, adding customize to the project, with some surprisingly intriguing animations and features that aren't found in the base of the program, things that Sam simply did on the moment in a few clicks. Uzi was genuinely impressed. "How... did you do that?" "It's just shapes dudette, it's suuuuper easy!" Uzi said in his usual slow sheepish tone as he gave a dorky smile. "You- can't even read!" Uzi said absolutely flagger blasted by Sam's talent. "Yeah dudette, only pictures." He said pulling some papers from under his beanie. How did those fit there? Uzi wasn't going to ask...

Uzi took the files and went through there. They were all advanced programming and engineering! Most of them were indeed based on pictures. Uzi looked up at Sam with a spark of curiosity as she didn't know of any drone other than herself and her dad to be good at these things. "What classes do you take again?" "Advanced coding and engineering dudette, but you seem pretty sharp yourself, why don't you come to those classes?" Sam asked politely as Uzi blushed a bit at the compliment and looked away. "Shut up! And- uh- well- I did take them but I found them...boring so I-"

"Boring? Wo-ho! You are smart dudette!" Sam said doing finger guns at Uzi as he winked and Uzi proceeded to turn around in her chair since it had wheels as she frowned while her cheeks grew extremely hot as she wasn't used to compliments. "Uh-?" Sam said scratching his head as he didn't understand what he did wrong. "So- do we continue the project-?" "Yes! The project!" Uzi said snapping from her flustered self as she turned to the PC. "Uh- I don't have another chair, sorry." She said looking up at Sam. "That's ok, we can work on the bed." "..." Uzi looked at the bed, considered it, and decided to just get over with it.

For the next two hours Sam and Uzi worked on the project together with Sam resting his head on Uzi's and lazily placing his hand on her's and clicking things as he didn't have the energy to just ask her for the mouse so he could do the work himself, and Uzi was too flustered to correct this bad behaviour of his. The project was done before you knew it and as Uzi sat her laptop to it's place as she noticed that Sam was barely awake at this point. "Alright. You can head home now, thanks for the help." Uzi said closing her eyes as she opened the door waiting for Sam to leave but when she didn't hear anything she peeked with one eye and realised that Sam wasn't moving, was he...asleep?

Uzi went over and when she was about to poke him she suddenly got pulled in by a pair of surprisingly strong arms. "WOAH!" Uzi said in shock as Sam pulled her onto the bed, holding her closely to his chest out of instinct. He yawned and then proceeded to go to sleep resting his head on Uzi's. "Hey! Cut it off! Let me go!" Uzi said embarrassed as her cheeks went ablaze. Sam's response? He simply took Uzi's beanie off and held it in the air out of her reach while with the other hand he held her down. Uzi's eyes widened in shock, and they widened even more when she saw that Sam opened one eye and stuck his tongue out with a mischievous smile on his face.

Uzi was absolutely unable to react to this as she felt her heartbeat in her chest as she groaned and tried to get her beanie back squirming in Sam's hand as he simply watched Uzi with a smug smirk, and after a long time of struggling Sam simply placed Uzi's hat back on as he chuckled.* "You're cute dudette." *He said with a sheepish innocent warm smile as Uzi had to move her beanie since it was slightly over her eyes as she blushed madly looking away with a frown as she didn't want to admit that he managed in fact to get her to such a messy state.

An lazy orange cat and a devious black cat, but either way, a cat's a cat. All cats have a hint of mischief, and all cats are stubborn, but they still enjoy affection in whatever shape and manner that they receive it as long as it is gentle and soft.

Silence fell over the two and before you knew it Sam was sleeping while holding Uzi closely with his chest pressing against her back while she was on her phone before she eventually succumed to the warmth of his body.

Two cozy cats sleeping together.

The end

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus @i-need-help-this-is-my-obsession

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Content warnings for this chapter: abduction/kidnapping references, death references

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Chapter 41 - Nina

The arrest warrant for Jeluna Kir-Mai went out only a few days after Nina had found her wandering down the canal, and was more than generous in their offer of reward for turning her in - either to the stadwatch, or to Kaatje De Waal. Nina had only discovered it when she heard the rumours flying through the White Rose; the printed information of a client paying to take Jeluna from the Willow Switch for two weeks and her breaking free to run had quickly become tales of her as a madwoman, as a fool, as a violent killer, and sometimes as a hero. 

“It’s how it always goes,” said Petra, after relaying one such story to Nina with obvious scepticism when she came to clear her tea tray, “Going on my seventh year here and I’ll tell you the rumours are always the same. Still, never had this many disappearing, or whatever it is, so close as these lot. Not one to trust rumours, but there’s something suspicious in that if you ask me,”

“You think they’re linked?” asked Nina, trying to keep her tone as light and casual as she could as she gratefully took one of the cakes that Petra had brought up for her. 

“Well first off I thought the Leopard had maybe tried to run or something, but now… I’d be more shocked if they weren’t connected, to be honest,” Petra shrugged, “But what do I know?”

It was only a day later, or a little over as the world around them sunk into night, as Nina walked down West Stave to cross into East and head towards the Slat, and already the Barrel was enjoying some new token of gossip. It felt like a great creature that chewed constantly on little pieces and edges of snacks but neve truly ate its full and so on it went in this same way; forever eating, forever hungry. Jeluna’s name still whistled on the wind and slipped from breath to breath in crooked whispers, but so did another - one Nina didn’t know by name itself but only title. The Zemeni Trade Ambassador had been murdered this morning. 

Nina hadn’t heard the details and she didn’t much have time to listen out for them now; Kaz had sent for her to discuss Jeluna’s contract and her own, and she wanted to speak to Inej about how Jeluna had fared overnight. She also wanted to keep half an eye on Inej, because she knew this was going to be a difficult week. 

“I turn sixteen next month,” Inej had murmured, lying on her bed at the Slat with her leg suspended in the sling that Jesper had rigged up for her. 

Nina stared at her. 

“Pardon?”

“My birthday,” she said softly, “It’s next month. I’ll be sixteen,”

Nina supposed she must have known that, theoretically, since she herself was recently seventeen and Inej had willingly referred to them as a year apart from each other. But as far as she knew that was not another soul in Ketterdam who knew the actual date of Inej’s birthday, and Nina had by no means been intending to ask. She didn’t know why Inej had chosen to tell her, nor why it had come from her so freely or so suddenly and then vanished again as though it had floated away in the wind, but she would keep it to herself and say nothing that Inej didn’t want her to. She would keep as much attention as she could spare focused on her though, unsure of whether Inej would want to be in company, or if she would rather be alone, or if she intended to let the day pass her by as any other without a mention. 

The Slat came into view ahead and Nina slipped inside to see Jesper, and finding herself slightly surprised that Wylan was there sitting next to him. As far as she knew, Wylan had been avoiding the Slat and the Crow Club as much as she herself did - not that it felt like she’d been doing a good job of that recently. Even just within the week another one of his scars had begun to peek through the Tailoring she’d done for him what felt like so many more weeks ago than she supposed it really was; the one that ran down the side of his nose, thin and jagged as the rest. She had wondered many times what kind of accident had left him with such wounds, and had considered too many unsatisfactory theories. He was leaning forwards on the table with his chin resting on his hand, face turned towards Jesper’s as they spoke together. Neither of them seemed to have noticed her arrival, and she slipped straight past them to find Kaz and Inej. but as she began to walk Jesper looked up and said:

“Oh, Nina’ll know - Nina!” he beckoned her to their table and she turned. 

“Don’t-” Wylan began, but Jesper either didn’t notice or completely ignored him. 

“Wylan’s fainted a few times recently,” he said, “Do you think-?”

“I told you, it’s nothing,” hissed Wylan, his cheeks heating. 

Jesper glanced at him for a moment and then laid off, but let his gaze linger on Nina for a moment with a question in his eyes. Nina shrugged, then nodded to the door to suggest they might discuss the matter alone later if necessary. A moment lingered in the air, Jesper drumming his fingers on the table the only sound, and Nina found her eyes wandering again to Wylan’s scars. After a moment, she dared to venture: 

“Would you - I mean, I could Tailor your scars again for you, if you’d like,”

Wylan’s cheeks glowed again. 

“They’re visible?”

“Just a couple. Obviously if you don’t want me to I won’t but if you do-”

“Can you undo it?” he asked, suddenly, like he’d ripped the words straight out of himself.

Nina frowned. 

“You mean…”

“No, sorry,” his already reddened cheeks flushed further, “I know you can’t do that. I just meant the Tailoring. Can you undo it? So they’re… they’re all there, again?”

Nina had to admit she was a little surprised, but she nodded all the same. 

“Of course. I need to speak to Kaz and Inej now but-”

“About what?”

Nina just about jumped right out of her skin as Inej appeared at her shoulder, a slight smile curving her lips.

“Saints,” Nina breathed, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out at Jesper for laughing, “Was that really necessary?”

“Always,” Inej nodded wisely, “Kaz is upstairs,”

She looked almost completely herself, though Nina could tell that she was still in pain, with her braid coiled at the nape of her neck and her knives stowed in their habitual homes. Her fingers danced across the handle of one on her belt. 

“I wanted to ask you-” Nina glanced back at Wylan, “-how things went last night,”

“With some difficulty,” Inej admitted, “But she seems calm today; Elodie’s with her, she’ll stay a while I think. I only…”

But apparently no-one around here was destined to finish their sentences today, because Inej’s words died on her lips as the rhythmic thud of Kaz’s cane began to echo its way through the room as he came down the stairs and crossed the floor towards them, her gaze drifting straight to him through the crowd. Kaz looked as he ever did; unreadable, distant, immaculately dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit, all sharp lines and neatly tailored edges. But there was a glimmering edge to his dark eyes that put a touch of unease into Nina’s previous comfort. What was he planning?

He acknowledged them all with a nod as he approached, murmured something to Inej, then placed a stack of kruge on the table in front of Wylan. A moment passed as Wylan reached out and ran his fingers over the edge of the notes, before he split the pile into two and held the larger one out to Kaz. 

“You overpaid,”

“That’s your increase,” Kaz’s voice was crisp but rough, like someone had clipped the edges of its fabric with blunt shears, “If you agree to the deal, for keeping trade exclusive to us. It’ll be more if you join the Dregs,”

Wylan now skipped blushing altogether and if anything seemed to blanch slightly, but he nodded as he tucked the notes into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“We’ll talk later; come to the Crow Club for around ten bells,”

He turned as if to leave, and so before he could Nina added: 

“Oh - Kaz. I found a Fabrikator,”

He looked back at her for a moment, raising a quizzical eyebrow before Nina lightly tapped her neck to get across the point of Jeluna’s golden choker. 

“It’s already dealt with,” he said, “But we do need to discuss the financials. I’ll have some work to do after Wylan’s left, come for twelve bells if you can,”

“I have a client until 2,”

“Two bells half chime then,” Kaz sighed, “Or whenever you arrive. Are there any other questions to entertain the four of you or can I be on my way?”

Nina was about to shake her head as the others were, but she found herself continuing on to say:

“Who did you use?”

Kaz frowned. 

“Why is that of any concern?”

“Well, most of the Grisha in Ketterdam know of each other,” said Nina, vaguely aware that as she said it Wylan looked quickly up, “But it took me days to find a Durast who’d be able to come,”

Kaz watched her for a moment and Nina had the strangest sense that she was being interrogated, when it had been her who asked the question. 

“They requested to remain anonymous,” he said, adjusting his cane that he could straighten out his shirt cuffs, “Now if you would be good enough to excuse me, I’ll be on my way,”

And so indeed he went, leaving Nina feeling that she had made a rather pointless journey. 

[snzysimper]

FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

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“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “ I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”

[masschase]

for the ask meme: matt and casey, 55. tracing the lines on the other’s hand :]

This got so long... but then it is me we're talking about 😅

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Heart Line

It really should have been Nyte Blayde night.

It was Friday, after all, and they weren't all the way through their second watch of it yet. However, the moment the Boss had confided in her partner that she'd actually never seen Tron: Legacy, there'd pretty much been no doubt how they were going to be spending their evening. She'd suggested they cuddle up in bed to watch it, mostly so if she got bored it wouldn't be so hard to distract him toward something else, but so far, the movie didn't seem too terrible.

“So this is the guy that made you decide to start puttin’ blue lights on everythin’, huh?” Casey commented matter-of-factly as they watched the protagonist.

“And made it evident I like men.” Matt pointed out with a smirk.

“What made it evident you also like women?” she asked offhandedly. He raised his eyebrows and nodded at the other figure on screen. “Oh yeah.” she chuckled, remembering. “Well... thank you Quorra, I guess.” she said, faux saluting her.

Matt let out a slight chuckle too and took her left hand in his since his right was already around her shoulders. Rather than just holding it though, he began to sweep his thumb along her palm, inevitably catching the lines on it and starting to trace across them one by one. Her hand began to tingle slightly at the touch.

“Mmm.” she purred, glancing down at what he was doing. “That feels nice baby.”

“Yeah?” he replied, smiling and continuing to make his way along them. After a moment he stopped and began to stroke back and forth in the same spot.“I like this line.” he mused. “Sounds a little ridiculous but it's on this top bit of your palm so it’s all... squishy.”. He demonstrated by giving that part of her hand a little squeeze.

Casey glanced down. “Ah see, that is my heart line." she told him. "If you look, it's actually really splintered cause I have y'know... like a shitload of emotional trauma.”. Matt looked over at her, a mixture of confused by the relevance and sympathetic, but she honestly didn't feel the need to talk it through right now, so she shrugged it off and finished her explanation. “And it's up real close to my fingers because I usually suppress my emotions, find it hard to express ‘em, all that shit?”. He knew it better than anyone, if the time they spent dancing around each other before they got together was any indication.

“Love, I don’t want to be an arsehole, but I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matt admitted in an amused tone, letting go of her hand and pulling her closer to plant a gentle kiss into the side of her hair.

She sighed, knowing it was stupid but she’d started the tangent now so she might as well get into it. “Look, there used to be this little uh... psychic place back in Stilwater.” she explained. “I didn’t have any money but the lady in there read my palm a little anyway.”. She paused. “She also...said I had poor circulation ‘cause my hands were so cold.” she muttered absent-mindedly.

Matt scoffed slightly. “OK, I’ll give her the last part.” he conceded. “But you know I think that sort of thing’s bollocks.”

“Hey, so do I.” Casey insisted a little defensively, but her eyes did flick over to some of the little good luck charms she’d accumulated over the years that were pinned to a board on their wall, aware that maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

“Right, so all those arguments about ghosts we had were, what, foreplay?” he asked, drawing back a little with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Matt, I swear to god, I’m time jumpin’ us to Old Stilwater some time and this whole damn thing's bein’ put to rest.” she replied.

“Well I look forward to that.” he replied calmly, but there was definitely a tiny hint of smugness to it.

She rolled her eyes slightly. There was a lot of shit she wouldn't have believed had it not directly happened to her, so she didn't feel the need to convince him right this second. But she knew what she’d fucking seen. At least she... was pretty sure. Maybe. Either way, it wasn’t really the point right now. “Look, I don’t believe in all this palm shit now.” she clarified. “But uh... I was 12 so... I may have gotten a little into it after that. I... took the book out from the library, started copying out all the pages and shit...”

“Oh my god.” Matt replied, bringing the knuckle of his index finger to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m lame.” she replied. “Remind me what you were doin’ at 12 again?” she asked sarcastically, nodding at the screen.

“Trying to hack into The Pentagon, mostly.” Matt pointed out. He paused for a moment. “Go on then, trainee palm reader lady.” he suggested teasingly, offering her his free hand. “Tell me what mine says.”

She took it in both of hers and began to run her fingers over his palm, but she couldn’t resist getting him back. “Huh...” she mused. “Interesting. Says here you were a little bitch when you were a teenager.”

“Oi!” Matt responded, pulling his hand back faux defensively, although he was laughing slightly. “Sorry for trying to indulge your highly scientific pastime.”

Casey laughed along with him. “Baby, c’mon, I couldn’t waste that opportunity.” she laughed. “OK, imma do it for real.” she assured, reaching for his hand once more.

"Real...?" Matt replied sceptically, but he let her take it. She traced the lines more thoughtfully this time. She watched out of the corner of her eye as it made him smile and shift his shoulders a little, obviously finding the sensation rather pleasant. “Well, your head line’s super long.” she explained. “Means you’re smart but like... you overthink shit sometimes.”

“Are you actually reading this or do you just so happen to have met me before?” Matt joked.

She gave him an amused look before glancing back down. “But look, see, you’re also super creative because it curves down a lot.”

“Oh yes, I’m quite the artist in my spare time.” he continued sarcastically, leaning his head back against the headboard, looking entertained.

“I meant with your simulations and shit.” she pointed out. “Although one could argue your fanfic also-“

“Yes, I think you’ve made quite enough jokes about my fanfic, thank you very much.” Matt muttered quickly. He was blushing a little but was comfortable enough with her at this point that he didn’t seem as embarrassed as he once was about it. “Let me see; saliva isn’t lube, don’t use “raven-haired” so much, and you think I need to get some dick.”

Casey bit at her lip, smirking a little. “Well I mean, I was just gonna say the whole setup for Nyte Blayde and Ryder, the character who has the greatest resemblance to you in the entire show by the way, to fuck in the secret lair was pretty creative.” she pointed out. “But good to see you were listenin’ I guess.” She smirked over at him, then returned to looking at the lines before he could further protest. “Ooh, OK, so, your heart line starts in the middle of your palm, that means you fall in love pretty easily.”

“Well... that’s not... entirely untrue.” he admitted.

“Matt that’s probably gonna be the most accurate thing on here.” she teased. “Oh, but it also touches your life line, so you also get your heart broken pretty easily.”

“I can’t tell if you’re supposedly reading it, making it up, or just taking the piss now.” Matt admitted.

“Sweetie, if I was makin’ it up I’d be waaaay more flattering.” Casey admitted, repositioning her head on his shoulder.

“Isn’t that the whole point of these sorts of things?” he pointed out. “Telling people what they want to hear?”

“Well...” she relented. “Maybe if you were paying me.”

“Could be using it to get into my pants.” he teased in a slightly flirty tone, glancing across at her.

“You aren’t wearing pants.” she pointed out.

“Yeah I am.” he replied, releasing his hand from hers and snapping at the waistband of his boxers to prove the point. “I’m not wearing trousers.”

“Not this bullshit again...” she chuckled, squishing the area of his palm just under his index finger. “Hmm, well this says you’ve got a bit of an ego?" she said, raising her brows a little to feign suprise as she looked back to him. She caught the rather intense blue of his eyes and suddenly wasn't so focused on looking at his hand anymore. “But you’re also... real easy to talk to...” she continued. “Sweet... loyal... funny...”. She reached over and pushed his hair back off his face with her free hand before continuing. “You’re all... passionate about your special interests and shit.”. She looked over at him with a fond smile. “You’re just really fuckin’ cool, Matt.”

Matt looked genuinely touched, a far softer smile lighting up his features in return than the chuckles and smirks they'd been enticing from each other. “Well.” he said gently. “I suppose, coming from the Emperor herself, that means a lot.”. He paused and moved his hand to interlink his fingers with hers. “I love you, Cass.”

“I love you too, Matty.” she replied.

He used the arm around her shoulders to pull her towards him and towards him for a soft, slow kiss. That genuine smile was still present when they parted. “You know sometimes I still find it hard to believe you do.” he admitted. “After how long it took to get us here and everything.”

“Yeah, well...” she replied, stroking the hand along his face and catching sight of the little line that had started this whole discussion, then catching his gaze again and smiling. “You make it real easy.”

[ladydelaisol]

An intriguing team

So yesterday I had an idea for PMD2 one shot so here it is.

Note/Summary: Takes places during the early parts of chapter ten so the PMD hero’s identity isn’t reveled to Dusknoir yet. This told from Dusknoir’s POV and it’s about his perspective of my PMD2 hero (Clara the Skitty) and her partner (Echo the Piplup) before the reveal.  Also, there’s no dialogue in this one shot.

Excuse me for any mistakes, also excuse me if Dusknoir is OOC

Word count: 658

My current time in the past so far has been interesting. Part of me wishes I could stay for as long as I desired, and yet I know I could only be here for as long as the mission could last. Besides, I try my hardest not to bond with the Pokemon of the past as it would be irrelevant, and yet I find the Pokemon of the past to be intriguing.

Due to my reputation of being a famous explorer, many have come to talk to me. They have complimented and praised me for my duties, and they have always liked to share stories. At times, I would simply just nod and smile to their praises, but deep down, I know I am not worthy of happiness.

I have also engaged in conversations with many exploration teams. For the most part, they seem to be no different from the common Pokemon. However, one team was different from the rest.

From what I could tell, they were a rookie exploration team run by two females, a Piplup and a Skitty working under the guild. Despite that, they seem to work hard to their best to become more recognizable.

The Piplup Echo is a timid yet determined young lady. She is full of excitement, yet she also has quite the maternal side despite her young age. While it is not clear how old she is, from my observation that she is an adult or close to being one.

She always has a smile on her face every time she sees me. She tends to ask me if she could have a moment of my time in a polite manner. She has easily shown how mature she is, which makes her a more interesting Pokemon to talk to during my time in the past. I do end up smiling anytime I see her as well.  

On the other hand, her partner seemed to be the complete polar opposite, at least when it comes to our relationship. From just observation, she seemed to be more serious, stern, quiet, and even more independent and mature compared to Echo. There was no doubt she was the same age as her partner.  

Strangely enough, she barely engages in any conversation with me and only gives me looks from time to time. At first, I thought she was like this to any Pokemon in general. However, when she is not around me, she seems to be a lot sweeter and kinder to other Pokemon. She even laughs and shows a ton of support.  

This means she only acts this way towards me. It is if she doesn't trust me for some reason. However, I suppose not everyone would care or trust me off the bat, so this does not bother me, and yet there is something familiar about her. However, I don't even know her name, nor have I ever met another Skitty.    

She is fascinating for a Skitty. From what I have heard, they are more playful and hyperactive for the most part, but this one is far from that. They are also not common around these parts, which made her more intriguing.  

Despite her lack of trust, the Skitty doesn’t seem to mind when her partner and I talk to each other, though she’s always by her side, as if she is protective of her. In my opinion, it makes her a good partner, and they seem to have a trusted bond, which is a great thing for an exploration team.

I do not think the Skitty would ever warm up to me, but I would not mind if she ever decided to change her mind. Nevertheless, in the end, I doubt it matters. Eventually I would complete my mission and leave for my timeline. More than likely, I will never see these ladies again, but for the brief moments I have interacted with them, I would not say my time was wasted.