#and coming up with possible kids is so much fun

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 5

Chapters 5 and 6 are done! Yippy! Chapter 7 is going to be a slice-of-life type of thing because I don't want to time skip straight to the bats finding out quite yet. Also, did y'all know that Gothamite also means an inhabitant of NYC? Whenever you see me use that just know I mean an inhabitant of Gotham City.

Enjoy!

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NYC was hell on earth and that’s coming from a Gothamite.

Sure- did a rogue attack 3 times a week, maybe more, in Gotham? Yes. But NYC felt lawless and without rhyme or reason. Every day something was happening, every day a building went down if it wasn’t a whole street, every day a hero would almost run you over while you were just trying to chill in the air.

At least on the third Tuesday of every month, there would be no robberies in Gotham, at least if something happened to the city and Batman wasn’t around the rogues would keep the people safe. Here it seemed to be everyone for themselves, and the rent was heinous for the type of bullshit that went down, in Gotham it was pennies compared to NYC. The constant feeling of being watched didn’t help either it irked at the back of your head every time, only stopping in the safety of your home.

The shadows stopped talking to you as well, you could barely hear them anymore, your theory being that NYC was simply too bright compared to G. City. Visiting Midnight City helped keep you connected to them, it felt somewhat like Gotham. But Darkwing felt too much like Batman, making you paranoid, so you never truly lingered for long. You missed them. Missed the rogues, the garden, the kids, the manor. The house really grew on you.

But you liked it. You liked the chaos, the myriads of heroes, the aliens that kept trying to conquer the world, and you enjoyed how the heroes knew that sometimes the best course of action was to kill the threat.

You were still bitter about how Joker took Jason from you, about how Mr. Wayne hid that from you, so seeing Omni-Man, War Woman, Immortal and so many more deal with clearly deadly threats as they should be dealt with felt nice. They would never let Joker live, the clown wouldn’t have millions of kills, and he wouldn’t have gotten Barbara and Jason.

Of course, you’ve heard rumors that while Batman doesn’t go out of his way to kill, he lets others do the dirty work, everyone in Gotham has. You’ve seen Lois Lane cover some of the bigger, worldwide alien attacks that the Justice League helped with. Batman didn’t seem to have a problem with killing or seriously injuring them. He was either a hypocrite or afraid to lose it once he did kill a human, either way, both were bad options.

So, you put up with it, found yourself a studio apartment owned by an old woman, overlooking the fact that the whole building may have been owned by a gang, and kept on doing your online schooling. Kept on making art, donating to charities and shelters, found yourself a nice job pet sitting, and even did some volunteering at local shelters when they needed an extra hand.

You got better at flying, getting so fast you could go around the globe in 5 minutes. It was fun visiting the places you heard Bruce talk about to the others, Algeria, Argentina, Australia, Austria, Bangladesh, Belgium, Brazil, and China. You were planning on visiting every city in every country with this newfound freedom. It was fun, and Bruce didn’t even notice as you used more and more of your allowance.

Sadly, your moments of peace and happiness always seemed to last for a short while. You were happy with just flying, it opened opportunities you didn’t even think were possible, but you’ve never seen a meta whose ability was only flying, not if they didn’t have wings, and maybe paranoia settled in.

Were you just dreaming? Was this just a really long dream? Were you dead? Would you go off the rocket when or if other powers showed up? What will you do when they do show up? You wanted to be an artist, to paint until your heart gave away. But if people needed help you wouldn’t be able to stay on the sidelines knowing you’re more than capable of lending a hand.

You knew you already had some strength power active- you wouldn’t be able to fly that fast without your skin peeling right off. Maybe it just made your skin stronger? Well, that’s how you ended up in a forest, or deep in a park- you weren’t sure, you flew without thinking, your thoughts and theories eating at you until you had to act.

The tree in front of you had an average-sized trunk, maybe on the smaller side compared to the others around you. You’ve been staring at it for a bit, debating if this really was something you wanted to see if you could do. “Ignorance is bliss” flew through your mind, but the full sayings of these quotes always rang at the back of your head. “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”.

Your fist met the trunk with a small thud, you didn’t feel any pain, nothing was happening, so you bit your lip, closed your eyes tight, and punched the trunk harder. You heard the wood splinter before you saw it, your eyes flying wide open at the sound. The trunk had a dent in the shape of your fist, not quite all the way through. You still felt nothing.

Maybe you shouldn’t have tested out your strength this much, Ivy would have been quite mad at you for destroying so many trees, each one thicker than the last, but you were simply curious and made sure to clean up after yourself. It was weird. If you hit fast enough your arm could go right through quite cleanly, but there was no pain, none at all… Is this how Superman felt?

In your excitement, you didn’t even notice the figure above you, watching your every move or the flying orb camera doing the same. And while the figure kept watching you grow in your powers for a year, watched you help around in small ways, mostly clean up and small muggings, the orb stopped after a few months.

It took a while for you to be able to lift as much as you could now, for the first half of your newfound power you had to break stuff like big rubble down before you could lift them, you still found it amusing how Red Flash stayed quiet about you, but how could he not when you shushed him the first time he tried to tell the others. The man wasn’t about to fuck with Cecil’s worker, even though he might have said a word or two to the old man’s face about child labor.

Despite all that you truly felt happy, fulfilled even. You were doing art, helping people, and despite still working on having friends during the day part, you were glad you left. You were on cloud nine, well, literally more than figuratively. You were flying above the clouds, basking in the sun. Nothing could cloud your life anymore.

…Where did the sun go? Your eyes opened, blissful expression turning into a frown as your eyes caught a dark figure flying just a few paces over you, its eyes glowing, a wide grin showing a full set of teeth, cape billowing behind it.

What. The. Fuck.

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[lilbabypanda-blog2]

Phainon x (fem) reader (6)

Part5 Part6

The ruins stretched endlessly before them, bathed in an eerie glow from the bioluminescent moss creeping along the stone walls. It would have been an awe-inspiring sight—if not for the fact that Y/N and Phainon were too busy laughing like idiots while Mydei trudged behind them, radiating pure done-with-this-energy.

“You should’ve seen your face earlier, Mydei!” Y/N snickered, nudging Phainon with her elbow. “When we fell through that hole, you looked like you were questioning all of your life choices!”

“I was questioning all of my life choices,” Mydei grumbled, crossing his arms. “Specifically the ones that led to me being here with you two.”

“Oh, come on,” Phainon said with a wide grin. “Admit it—you love our company!”

“Yeah, love it so much I’m considering retirement,” Mydei muttered.

Phainon and Y/N burst into laughter again, their amusement echoing through the ruins. The uneven stone path ran parallel to a flowing underground river, the water glowing faintly under the ruins’ mysterious light. It was beautiful—serene, even.

And then, disaster struck.

In her fit of laughter, Y/N took a step forward—and the moment her foot hit the slick stone, she knew she was doomed.

“Uh-oh.”

The ground betrayed her.

She slipped. Hard.

In a blind panic, she grabbed the closest thing she could—Phainon.

“Whoa—Y/N?! Wait—!”

Phainon, caught off guard, tried to steady himself, but instead, his instincts betrayed him in the stupidest way possible—he latched onto Mydei.

“Don’t you dare—!”

Too late.

Like a perfect, synchronized disaster, all three of them tumbled off the ledge, limbs flailing in every direction.

SPLASH.

The river swallowed them whole.

The first one to resurface was Y/N, coughing out water and pushing her soaked hair from her face. The water was freezing, but she barely had time to register it before—

SPLASH!

Phainon shot up next, looking far too excited for someone who had just involuntarily plunged into an underground river. “That. Was. Amazing!” He flipped his drenched white hair back like he was starring in some dramatic movie scene, completely missing the way Y/N was giving him a look that said, Seriously?

Then, much less gracefully—

SPLUTTER—COUGH—SPIT

Mydei emerged, looking like a man who had just been personally wronged by fate itself. His blonde-red hair was plastered to his forehead, his eyes narrowed into pure betrayal.

“I hate both of you,” he wheezed, wiping water from his face.

Y/N, still trying not to laugh, paddled in place. “Okay, but technically that was my fault.”

“Oh, really? Really?! I wouldn’t have noticed!” Mydei snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because here I was, thinking Phainon just randomly decided to drag me into the freezing abyss for fun!”

“To be fair,” Phainon piped up, flashing an easygoing smile, “I do think this is kinda fun.”

Mydei turned slowly, glaring daggers at him. “I am this close to dunking you underwater.”

Phainon just beamed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?”

Before Mydei could act on his very real threat, Y/N clapped her hands together. “Alright, alright, enough drowning each other—let’s find a way out before we turn into icicles.”

Still grumbling, Mydei swam toward the riverbank while Phainon and Y/N followed, their soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably. The second Y/N reached the shore, she shivered, rubbing her arms. “Okay. That was not my best moment.”

Phainon, ever the sunshine of the group, turned to her with his usual bright grin. “Are you kidding? That was fantastic! You even managed to take both of us down with you! I’d call that an achievement.”

Y/N let out a snort, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah, so impressive.”

Mydei, standing a few feet away, wrung out the edge of his coat with a deep scowl. “If either of you ever grab me like that again, I’m throwing you into a pit on purpose.”

Phainon leaned over to Y/N, whispering, “He totally loves us.”

Y/N grinned. “Oh, absolutely.”

Mydei groaned. “I heard that.”

Still smiling, Y/N stretched, trying to shake off the cold. “Well, let’s see where this riverbank leads. Who knows? Maybe we just accidentally discovered something important.”

Phainon nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! See, Mydei? This wasn’t a complete disaster!”

Mydei rubbed his temples. “If I pretend you don’t exist, will you stop talking?”

“Nope!” Phainon chirped.

As they continued along the riverbank, Phainon nudged Y/N, his smile softer now. “Hey,” he said casually, though his voice held a hint of something more. “For what it’s worth… that was pretty impressive.”

Y/N tilted her head at him. “What was?”

“The way you reacted,” Phainon said, rubbing the back of his neck blushing a little. “I mean, yeah, we all fell, but you managed to keep hold of me and Mydei while thinking on your feet. That’s… pretty cool.”

Y/N gave him a lopsided smile. “Huh. Didn’t think nearly drowning was something to be proud of.”

Phainon chuckled, his face a little pink. “Well, when you do it, it somehow seems heroic.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me right now?”

Phainon’s entire brain short-circuited. “I—uh—no! I mean, yes—I mean—WAIT, NO, THAT'S NOT—”

Y/N just smirked. “Relax, Phainon, I’m messing with you.”

“Oh. Right. Haha. Yeah.” Phainon let out a nervous laugh, his face now fully red.

Mydei, watching this entire interaction with an expression of pure pain, sighed deeply. “I swear, I am never getting dry at this rate.”

And with that, the three of them continued onward, one of them very flustered, one very amused, and one desperately wishing for peace and quiet.

After trudging along the riverbank, soaked to the bone, the trio finally stumbled upon a dry clearing nestled between the ruins. The stone walls around them provided decent shelter, and the soft glow of bioluminescent moss gave the place an eerie but peaceful ambiance.

Y/N shivered slightly as she rubbed her arms. “Alright, we desperately need a fire before we all turn into ice sculptures.”

Phainon clapped his hands together. “On it!”

Mydei gave him a flat look. “Do you even know how to make a fire?”

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? Do I look like someone who can’t start a fire?”

“Yes,” Mydei said without hesitation.

Ignoring him, Phainon crouched down and started striking flint together. Against all odds, sparks flickered to life, catching onto the dry twigs. Within moments, a warm fire crackled before them.

Y/N sighed in relief, holding her hands up to the flames. “Nice work, Phainon.”

Phainon beamed, golden-retriever energy practically radiating off of him. “You see? I am so much more capable than you guys give me credit for!”

“Still debatable,” Mydei muttered as he unstrapped a piece of his armor and set it on a nearby rock to dry. “Ugh, this thing is soaked.”

Y/N glanced over at Phainon, noting the way his elegant coat was still dripping. “Phainon, take that off before you get sick.”

“Oh, I’m fine—”

“Nope,” Y/N cut him off, standing up. “Come on, give it here. You’re already shivering.”

Phainon opened his mouth to argue, but the moment Y/N reached for him, his brain short-circuited.

Oh no.

Oh no, she's close—

Oh no, she’s touching me.

Y/N tugged his soaked coat off his shoulders, completely unaware of how Phainon had gone completely stiff. His brain was looping at high speed.

Y/N, meanwhile, casually found a place to hang the coat up to dry, giving Phainon a satisfied nod. “There. Now you won’t freeze to death.”

Phainon just stood there, blinking rapidly.

Mydei, watching this unfold, exhaled sharply. “Unbelievable.”

Y/N turned back to Phainon, only to frown when she noticed his face had turned a suspicious shade of red.

“…Phainon, are you feeling okay?”

Phainon jolted. “Wha—? Me? Yes! Totally fine! Perfectly healthy! Never better!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You look feverish.”

“What? Pfft. No way. Not at all—”

Y/N suddenly placed a hand on his forehead.

Phainon died instantly.

Okay, no, he didn’t actually die, but he might as well have. His entire body locked up, face burning, because—oh stars—Y/N’s hand was warm and soft and he was definitely going to combust.

Y/N frowned. “You are warm. See? I told you to take that coat off earlier!”

“It’s—It’s probably just the fire!” Phainon squeaked. “Very warm fire! Extremely toasty!”

Y/N didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure you’re not getting sick?”

Phainon nodded so fast he probably gave himself whiplash.

Y/N hummed, unconvinced. “Hmm. Alright. But if you do start feeling dizzy, tell me.”

Phainon nodded again, but in reality, he was already dizzy. Just for entirely different reasons.

Y/N sighed, finally removing her hand. “Alright, let me check on your wound while we’re at it.”

Phainon paled. “My what?”

Y/N shot him a look. “Your arm? From earlier? The wound you brushed off like it was nothing?”

“Oh! That wound. Uh—It’s fine! Totally fine! You don’t have to—”

Too late. Y/N was already gently rolling up his sleeve to inspect the cut.

Phainon immediately forgot how to breathe.

Stars help him. He was never going to survive this mission.

Y/N carefully examined the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but it was still red and irritated from the earlier fights.

“You need to be more careful,” she chided, grabbing a fresh bandage from her pack. “Seriously, just tell me when you’re hurt next time.”

Phainon barely heard her because all his brain could focus on was:

• Y/N is touching my arm.

• Y/N is really close.

• Her hands are so soft.

• I am about to explode.

Y/N worked quickly, wrapping the bandage snugly around his arm before tying it off. “There. All patched up.”

Then, without thinking, she reached up and ruffled his damp hair.

“You did so good today, Phainon.”

Critical hit.

Phainon.exe has stopped functioning.

His face went bright red as he sat there, absolutely paralyzed by the casual affection. Meanwhile, Y/N simply dusted her hands off, oblivious to the absolute devastation she just caused.

Mydei, watching all of this from the sidelines, dragged a hand down his face. “I cannot do this anymore.”

Y/N turned to him. “Do what?”

“Witness this pathetic excuse for a crush.”

Phainon made a strangled noise. “I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH.”

Y/N blinked. “Who has a crush?”

“NO ONE!” Phainon practically yelled, face still burning.

Y/N looked confused, but before she could question anything, something moved.

swish.

At first, none of them reacted. The movement was too fast, too quiet.

Then—

swish.

Y/N sat up, suddenly alert. “Did you see that?”

Phainon, still recovering from his near-death experience, blinked in confusion. “See what?”

CLINK.

They all turned toward the rock where Mydei had placed his armor.

It was gone.

Mydei’s eye twitched. “Where. Is. My. Armor?”

Silence.

Then—

SWOOSH.

Phainon jumped up. “THERE! Something just moved!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the darkness. “Okay, what is that?”

A moment later—

“My food is gone,” Mydei said darkly.

Phainon clutched his remaining rations. “Oh, this is personal now.”

Then, before they could react—

Something snatched Phainon’s coat from where it was drying.

Phainon let out a gasp of pure horror. “MY COAT.”

Phainon looked personally offended. "What is it even doing with it?!”

"Probably trying to rid the world of your terrible fashion choices," Mydei muttered.

Phainon pointed dramatically. "You know what? This is war."

“Alright, alright—let’s track this thing before Phainon actually starts crying over his coat.”

Phainon sniffed dramatically. "Too late. I’m already suffering."

As they prepared to investigate, the ruins around them remained eerily silent—too silent.

Whatever was lurking nearby… was still watching them.

And it was far from done.

The ruins were eerily silent except for the faint dripping of water and the occasional whisper of wind through the cracks in the stone. The air was thick with moisture, carrying the scent of moss and damp earth. Shadows stretched unnaturally against the ancient walls, distorting the carvings that time had nearly erased.

Something was here. Watching. Waiting.

Phainon shifted uncomfortably, his usually carefree demeanor dimmed by the unsettling stillness. His white coat—gone. Mydei’s armor—vanished. And now, as they walked along the overgrown pathways, tracking whatever had taken their things, he clutched onto the one thing he had left.

His sandwich.

Y/N led the way, her sharp eyes scanning for more signs of disturbance. There were traces, subtle but present—something had moved through here recently. But it wasn’t leaving the kind of tracks a person or even an animal might. Instead, there were disturbed patches of moss, faint imprints in the damp soil, like something too light to leave proper footprints.

It was almost like chasing a ghost.

Mydei walked a few paces behind, arms crossed, his perpetual state of irritation increasing by the second. “We’re wasting time,” he muttered. “Whatever this is, it’s too fast. We should focus on finding a way back up, not chasing after—”

A rustling sound.

The three of them froze.

The leaves of a thick bush trembled, though there was no breeze.

Y/N subtly signaled for them to stay alert. Her fingers curled around her weapon, waiting, watching.

Phainon barely breathed.

Then—

SWOOSH.

A blur shot out from the bush, impossibly fast, nothing more than a streak of movement—

And then it was gone.

Silence.

The three of them remained motionless, waiting for another sign of movement.

Then, finally, Phainon exhaled. “Okay. That was weird, but—” He paused, looking down at his now empty hands.

His eyes widened in horror.

“…It stole my sandwich.”

Silence.

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Did that thing just—”

Phainon turned to her, looking absolutely betrayed.

“It stole. My sandwich.”

Mydei, to no one's surprise, was unamused. “Really? That’s what you’re concerned about right now?”

Phainon looked back at his empty hands, as if still processing the loss. “I—yes! That was my last sandwich!”

Y/N’s expression remained serious, her gaze still fixed on where the blur had vanished. “This isn’t random.”

Phainon gasped dramatically. “It feels pretty random.”

“No,” she corrected. “Think about it. It took your coat. Mydei’s armor. And now food. It’s not just stealing—it’s collecting.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “Collecting what?”

Y/N gestured around them. “Things it considers useful.”

Mydei frowned, crossing his arms. “So what, it’s some kind of invisible hoarder?”

Phainon suddenly gasped. “What if it’s building something?”

Y/N and Mydei turned to look at him.

“…Building what, exactly?” Mydei asked dryly.

Phainon’s eyes narrowed in deep, philosophical thought. “A… sandwich shrine?”

Mydei groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

Y/N snickered at the nonsense, while still focused on their surroundings. “We need to track it. Now that we know it’s still nearby, we might be able to corner it.”

Phainon clenched his fists dramatically. “Yes. I will retrieve my stolen food—”

“It’s not about the sandwich, Phainon.”

“It’s a little about the sandwich.”

Y/N sighed, already moving forward. Mydei, rubbing his temples, followed.

The ruins suddenly felt much more ominous.

Whatever was lurking here wasn’t just playing with them—it had a purpose.

And soon, they were going to find out exactly what it was.

[anintelligentoctopus]

imagine if the new dashboard post layout with the icons inside the posts made making fake posts convincing even easier haha would that be fucked up or what

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🎹 breadboxed reblogged walterneff November 3, 1957

🍺 duffys-tavern-official Follow February 19, 1957

if anyone saw playhouse 90 last week... well, not to name names but as someone from new york who has worked in television (and specifically in live comedy) i'll just say that when it comes to certain big names on your screens sammy hogarth is not as far from the truth as you might think jsyk

🎶 johncharlesdailynews Follow February 20, 1957

It's Milton Berle, folks

#as someone who until recently also worked in television yeah it's definitely milty

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🌄 steinbecked Follow November 3, 1957

if i was john cassavetes i think i'd fall in love with sidney poitier too

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🚬 l-s-m-f-t reblogged theshadowknows November 3, 1957

🎀 we-have-the-stars Follow July 17, 1957

friendly reminder not to ship jj hunsecker and sidney falco they are super toxic and are they really the impression you want to be giving the public about homosexuals

🚬 l-s-m-f-t November 3, 1957

have you ever been outside

#firstly of course they're toxic that's the POINT that's fun of it #secondly i really don't think fan writers writing about burt and tony breaking the production code #are having much impact on public opinion

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🎙 orson-well-i-never reblogged getyourkicks November 3, 1957

🥒 pickleinthemiddle Follow May 15, 1955

he rock on my hudson until i bend of the river send post

🧶 herockonmyhudsonuntili Follow May 19, 1955

hey

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🦩 neddieseagooned reblogged louisianagayride November 3, 1957

🌹 i-like-ike Follow October 8, 1957

just a reminder to keep an eye out for possible communist interference in next year's midterm elections we have evidence of communist subversives trying to influence our free and democratic institutions if anyone is telling you not to vote or to vote third party because the democratic party aren't progressive enough they are trying to undermine your liberty no only kidding but i had you there for a minute didn't i

🥀 i-lick-ike Follow October 9, 1957

;-)

🌹 i-like-ike Follow October 9, 1957

don't know as i like that url

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🎷 bebopappreciator May 12, 1954

here's how adlai can still win

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🪀 henrywallace Follow April 30, 1952

alan ladd and humphrey bogart: manlets or a short kings? greatest series of letters to the editor in the history of publishing ended by the editor after 8 months of furious letter writing

🪀 henrywallace Follow April 30, 1952

is mickey rooney a manlet? letters page discussion ended after one week after everyone agreed

🦆 captains-balding Follow January 14, 1957

rip humphrey bogart, the greatest short king of them all

🪀 henrywallace Follow January 14, 1957

BOGIE FUCKING DIED??

#thank god that's not how i found out

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🎼 take-the-a-train reblogged bodyandsoul November 3, 1957

⚾ waittilnextyear Follow October 7, 1957

walter o'malley it is on sight motherfucker

🌴 copacabanaset Follow October 12, 1957

be sore at robert moses pal he's the one who wouldn't let o'malley build the dodgers a new stadium in brooklyn

⚾ waittilnextyear Follow October 13, 1957

brother i've got two hands

#then who'll be fucking sorry

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🌳 milestogobeforeisleep Follow September 7, 1957

not to be insensitive but some of the huac hearings were so funny fellas like ‘i saw sterling hayden at the communist party meeting!!!’ brother... what were YOU doing at the communist party meeting 👀

✒ lesbianeffieperine September 18, 1957

Does John Garfield mean nothing to you people

#yeah yeah 'brother what were YOU doing at the communist party meeting' People Lost Their Livelihoods Sally but yeah. big joke.

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🌲 worksprogressassministration November 3, 1957

kind of a milf. reblog.

[shurup-overt]

don't ever let go of what's beloved

these bastards made me cry! THRICE!!

@mari-lair I wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart, also this will be LONG. I'm sorry skdjkls

SPOILERS UP TO CH27 BELOW

(not super detailed but still can ruin the experience)

I'VE FINALLY read ycit after half a year of putting it off it just because I "didn't like the idea of akane being dead&doomed" skslsks I was wayy too superstitious. anyway I'm glad I stopped being stubborn

IT WAS HELL OF A RIDE (positive) and I finished it (27 chapters at that moment) looking like nene in ch107

I'm not even joking

where do I even begin.

the amount of research and thought and love poured into the fic is INSANE. it's always so nice to feel the author's passion through the work and this one overflows with it.

am I being too sappy? I dunno, I speak what's on my mind lol!!

as I said, it's noticeable that it's written with so so much love to the characters and this love is INFECTIOUS!! I didn't know I'd get attached to aka, so fast too. it's like my thought process was almost the same as teru's all the way through chapters 0-20 lmaoo

a small digression from the main topic - the thing is, what I wait for the most in tbhk is a flashback about terukane's first meeting & how the glasses were made. ofc there's always a possibility they were made by teru just for fun and as a way to make akane owe him (although this might be ooc) but the possibility of it is thankfully really really small because teru looks at them and handles the topic very gently. too gently for it to be just a forced prank. also akane has been keeping them with him on his bead near his head while sleeping (not even the bedside table or smth! who the hell keeps their glasses with them on the bed at night?? <- comes from a glasses person)

so, especially because of teru's wording ("he said he wanted to live his life like he used to"), I've been STRESSING over the possibility of akane BEGGING teru for help there, like what if he was struggling with switching forms at first and hence wasn't seen by students? what if the clock keepers didn't explain him almost anything about the supernatural world and so he was scared and confused? what if teru cornered him there and he had to prove he's human? (by the warmth of a touch?) what if he cried? what if teru comforted him? (or tried to lol) what if there were more struggles??

and so I was soo glad to see this topic being expanded!! I know it's an au and all (and the contract's gone worse here) but what I mean is, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it!! reading akane's backstory was Painful As Heck but really Good.

my godd I wish the boy had some comfort. I can't look at ycit akane because I start tearing up immediately.

"I hope akane managed to use the bill" "I hope the seals helped at least a bit" I HOPE SO TOO. JESUS. THE POOR BOY WAS LEFT ALL ALONE WITH A TERRIFYING KNOWLEDGE AND THE TWO DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO EACH OTHER PROPERLY

and his backstory hasn't even been fully revealed yet. I feel like I'll die when that time comes. shaking

alright I don't wanna whine here too much now moving on-

this idiot. /affectionate

the attention to the smallest details!!!!

the amount of canon things implemented?? HELLO? I mean it's natural to expect a canon character act according to canon but it's the first time (I think??) I've noticed SO MUCH small facts THOUGHT THROUGH and carefully weaven into the fic to fit the narrative perfectly. sometimes they're really small and almost insignificant but it's like finding easter eggs!!! it fills me with so much joy to feel the love to the kids through the writing (I repeat it again ahahaha). teru's complicated (VERY MUCH SO) feelings towards his father, akane liking raspberry sweets, akane (and aka) liking when pride of a certain someone ( ^^ ) shatters in front of them and their facade falls, teru itching to jump headfirst into research as soon as there's a reason to mess with exorcist tools and invent something (oh I so adore this in canon I can probably ramble about this a lot), teru being eager to play in the snow, teru covering his face when he cries!!!! and that's just the things I remember right now THERE WAS A LOT MORE

it all makes me point at the screen with an "AH!!" expression and think "YES THAT'S MY BOY/GIRL!!"

YAKO AND TSUCHIGOMORI TOO!! I was so glad to see yako being involved so much and her character handled perfectly with all her traits and quirks and sillyness /affectionate hehe I love her so much and although tsuchigomori hasn't showed up as much, reading the scenes with him was a delight as well

also when I said about the passion, I meant not only the love to the fic's main cast, but also the passion to analyze the og medium itself as a whole. (am I making sense? I don't want to sound too creepy) explaining myself: take aka: his character, his quirks, his abilities, his drama, worries and experiences - for it all to be as deep and believable ( = excellent) as it is, it was necessary to take all the smallest bits about ghosts' and supernaturals' mindset we have in canon, be it hanako or sousuke or mitsuba etc, analyze it, and make aka one of their kind but still very much unique and closer to akane than to them, even though he doesn't remember being him. even if you didn't do what I said entirely on purpose, I'm just amazed by how aka is written. it's awesome

squeezes him.

thank you for being the extremely stubborn "leech" you are. mwah

aidairo sadly have given us very little info about exorcism and supernaturals in general (I'm biting the table as we speak) and the way you still took the crumbs, thought them through, added bits here and there, and made it all work perfectly is just amazing. I was overjoyed to read about mimics, other kinds of supernaturals, how spiritual energy feels, how touching a ghost feels in detail, weakening seals, blood pacts, boundaries, etc etc. it's like it's all canon, it doesn't make the reader question it whatsoever, so well-made. I'm clapping.

the description says you've never written a teru pov before and I'd say you nailed it from the very beginning!! you understand his mindset so deeply, reading your works is the best experience. the picky bitch in my ear never goes "he would not say that" and instead is just as amazed as I am

the first chapters before the bonding are HEAVY as heck. they're extremely hard to binge read but I mean this as a good thing. they're extremely painful by just how realistically they are written, so good you can't help but sync with teru and feel the same emotions as he does. And his life is SHIT at that moment so I was SUFFERING with him both the first and the second going through the chapters :'D again though, it's not bad, it's the opposite - it makes the happy moments thrice as good and the overall bonding brings A LOT of warmth. I feel like it healed me in a way after punching me in the stomach 10 chapters in a row

also I love it so much just how much the fic focuses on teru's everyday life before the manga's main plot. I mean, well yeah, it's a 14-15yo teru pov, but still. so detailed, filled me with warmth.

*slaps roof of ycit* this bad boy can fit SO MANY fun ideas and good concepts in it

seriously, the range is insane. a questionnaire, a quarrel (multiple), siblings talk, beach episode, dancing, hugging, both crying, possession?? hello?? BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! summer festival, sleeping on the other, fighting for the other, fighting together, even working in food service together (aka the thing I'd expect out of a trkn fic the least lol). the list goes on. and despite how bizarre and random it sounds out of context, nothing from it feels like a filler, everything fits into the plot perfectly. I have no words mari how are you doing that

ever since I've read the bloodpact chapter, I was worried about how encounters with mimics will go from now on because now aka can go anywhere and, how it was stated before, aka's and a mimic's energy feel the same… the boys will need to come up with a strategy of some sort (which is tricky if mimics learn from the memories) ourghh makes my head hurt! but in a good way. or will mimics struggle picking a target between aka and teru now? what if they're weaker when faced by multiple opponents because of that? that would be fortunate. anyway! mimics leap at the target eventually, so that eases the task. and whether the boys encounter them or not, they will have each other's backs, and it warms my heart.

I've wanderend off the main topic again, oops. as you see, the fic made me think of all sorts of things lol and it's an incredibly good sign.

what if teru did take a picture of the swing set in ch13…..... ourghh I don't even know if it'd be better or worse...... it's over now though, so I'm glad either way

and ch27 has destroyed and rebuilt me several times I think .

I drew this before ch28 but then it came out and oh boy. I don't even know what to say. Good for them. so proud of them

I HAD SEVERAL SONGS FOR THIS but I don't want to make this too overwhelming so I've tried to pick the faves among faves (still kind of failed so . no pressure)

Bullet by Saint Motel (lyrics) for teruaka

The Song with Five Names a.k.a. Soapbox Tao a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government (A.K.A. You Can Never Know) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms (lyrics) for aka - this one may be too extreme. it kinda clicked for me but I might be delusional

quiet room by ewe (has eng subtitles) for teruaka - makes me feel things similar to the ones 'therefore you and me' does

Yakusoku no Overture by Toki Shunichi (akane's VA hehe) - I haven't found a full version of this arrangement on youtube but it should be on spotify? or other streaming platforms I'm pretty sure? sadly, I've only found a russian translation (as unusual as it is lol) so I've tried to adapt it in english here, hope it looks right!

I might be delusional here sdslkds but what's certain is that I enjoyed the fic all the way from the start. thank you for creating this, truly

p.s.: please let me know if I made you in any way uncomfortable. I myself didn't expect to write so much; I only wanted to express my gratitude but this might be overwhelming. (I'm a very anxious person so I felt like I needed to say this sdskldj) you aren't obliged to respond in any way and this isn't me asking you to continue working on the fic. just saying thank you for the things you've made

that's it! wishing you a great day :)

[blairdii]

casually thinking about a landoscar bondi rescue au, with lifeguard!oscar, who's always dreamt of working in australia's renowned beach, but finally getting the chance after 2 years of training and failed applications. it's hectic, it's fear-provoking but simultaneously life changing, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

forming bonds with veterans who, honestly, seem more worn out from excessive sun exposure rather than age, but make life on bondi beach is just bit more fulfilling; with the likes of lewis, his boss who would indubitably fend well on the runway and not confines of bondi beach, daniel and his rotund laughs and blinding smile, jenson, a wacky briton who claims to be 'aussie in spirit'. and logan, a newbie like himself, whose words twang more than the average local, but oscar doesn't mind because he's a grounding presence in the presence of heat-induced frenzy.

every holiday follows a routine, he doesn't expect anything out of the usual. perchance, a few false positives of shark sightings, a missing child that dyes his hair grey atom by atom— he's trained to manage all of the stress that comes from when too much fun is had.

he just wishes that someone had prepared him for when he meets lando.

it's a week into december, the sun frying his skin a dangerous shade of puce the days he forgets his sunscreen, when he notices him tumbling on the beach with a group of friends. and his eyes zero in because god, he's beautiful. he's like a vessel of luminescence, curls glimmering and eyes almost clear in the sun.

all in all, oscar falls quick and falls hard. he can't help but be extra attentive anytime lando's taking a dip, watches as he's thrown around by two lanky men (who seem oddly close— he suspects they're dating) whilst the rest of them (two out of the three are called max (it's hard to keep up honestly); the third name carlos, who acts like a mother hen) bask on the sand.

the second day is when he comes within a 3 metre radius of lando. oscar looks away for one second, and lando's swimming out of the red and yellow flags. his friends are shouting at him to "come back for fuck's sake, lando!" but he's grinning like a kid that doesn't understand no, and as much as oscar would hate to humiliate him, he's blowing into the whistle, beckoning him back to shore with a warning. he's trying to be as stern as possible, telling lando that he must stay within the bounds of the flags, but his resolve crumbles the second he apologises, tacks on a baby at the end, and winks as he walks away.

oscar turns to see lando's friends doing what he couldn't seeing as his entire compsure melted like thongs on hissing tarmac, and he's not much later joined by daniel, jenson, and their irritating rendition of the bridal chant. oscar tells them to "shut the fuck up, or i'll tell lewis you two were the one that had defaced the couch last year" but it does nothing to conceal the blush that darkens on his cheeks.

and it continues. he doesn't expect to see lando and his comrades often, but he gathers that they're actually staying at a beach house just a handful of minutes away, and so their presence becomes something he looks forward to every morning. they'd arrive at around 2 hours past noon, and lando would surf on his own, sometimes with one of the lanky guys (george and alex, he learns by the 5th day), before making his way to oscar and flirting til he looks like he's "going to combust"; and it's so embarrassing because he can see the rest of lando's crew in his peripheral, watching them like hawks and no doubt, finding humour in it all.

and is it his fault for indulging? for getting so attached? that when he's not actively trying to save someone's life, he's observing the beach with lando talking his ear off. it's too early to say love, but oscar is so deeply endeared by the man with the gap-toothed grin, and emeralds for eyes, that he thinks it couldn't be to far off. logan has called shotgun to being the best man.

he meets the group properly when one of the max's (tanned skin just like lando— oscar thinks they're the same person in different fonts) gets stung by a blue bottle jellyfish. they're all concerned, lando moreso than the rest as he confides in oscar and tells him how max is "basically his twin from a whole different mother sac". it's a stupidly funny thing for lando to say, but seeing how much he cares pushes oscar towards his descent.

he invites lando out to dinner after his shift on the 8th day. he had never seen lando smile so wide.

the evening is perfect, to say the least. they are hosted at a small restaurant, lights dim and ambience so light, he thinks he's floating on air. lando sits before oscar, face flushed red, and attention unwavering. oscar falls more. they end with a tangle of lips, gentler smiles, and a good night. he falls asleep with landolandolando whirring through his synapses, and the matching anklet pressing welcomed indents into his skin.

it all goes to shit the next day. he knew tides were expected to be higher than normal, and it was even worse that he was to man the tower that day with logan, nico and pierre. he texts lando to be safe, receives an "of course xx" but it does nothing to still his agitated pulse.

all he can do is watch through his binoculars as they head to the backpackers' rip. it's unsuspecting initially, there's no sight of a rip, yet oscar cannot stop his leg from bouncing.

then one second lando's on the surfboard, chest flat as his arms paddle at his sides. the next, he's gone.

oscar knows it's gone wrong, searches for lando in the crowd that has accumulated there and hopes that maybe he's just floated behind someone, but he doesn't see him. not when he grabs the intercom with ferocity and shouts down the line at daniel, logan and jenson down at the beach, fingers trembling and palms clammy. not when all his friends have somehow made it out, panicked, delirious, frightened.

for 4 whole minutes, lando disappears.

[narianders-gt-hell]

Gt mecha ideas that aren’t morally bankrupt please enjoy

Hello everyone it’s come to my attention that there’s a cunt in the community and as such I am creating this series where I post ideas for gt mecha AUs that 1) aren’t GTMS bc why would anyone fucking do that (CASTS A WITHERING GAZE TOWARDS NORA) and 2) are entirely free to use.

I have like more than a few ideas abt gt mecha. Because I think about gt mecha every damn day I’m always on that gt mecha grind and unlike some people I’m normal about it

1. Huge mecha built from seafaring vessels in a post apocalyptic giant ocean monsters setting that sync so well with their human pilots that they can sometimes develop their own consciousness built off of the brains of said pilots, especially during and directly after traumatic events that hurt or kill the pilots. In the case that a pilot is killed oftentimes these mechs retain an uploaded intelligence and oftentimes this goes completely unbeknownst to Fucking Everyone. Anyway this brings up a bunch of super fun subscenarios like

a) what sort of feelings might someone who remembers their own death in vivid detail have about it now that they’re trapped in the body of a 400 ton robot?

b) do they need to grapple every day with whether or not they should reveal themselves to the humans around them?

c) would the humans accept them? Do the people in charge of the mech program know that their technology can do this?

d) what would a new human pilot feel like in their system now that they are a fully formed UI? Is it a struggle being hooked up to another separate brain?

2. MASSIVE planet-sized mecha that has tons of drones ranging from huge maintenance ones to smaller minigiant-sized drones meant to interact with organic life is just sitting in disrepair floating thru space like a freaking idiot. Until a scavenger comes along looking for parts! Many possibilities here.

a) Does the scavenger know what they’re looking at or are they just like cool! Now I have TONS of parts to sell

b) is the robot so damaged that not even it knows what’s up with its internals and it just uses one of its drones to be like Repairs Needed. Please.

c) would the scavenger bring others to help take the vessel apart? What if they figured out it was sentient and still alive somewhat after bringing others in?

d) what if the robot is more conscious than just broadcasting SOS and its need for repairs and tries to assign its drones different personalities so the scavenger just thinks they’re competing with other robotic scavengers until the ehe. Big reveal?

3. Minigiant mech built to protect a small human outpost on a previously uninhabited moon dealing with the daily humdrum of human researcher life after being an active combat fighter for a very long time. Much to discuss. Such as.

a) Robot PTSD.

b) Can robot and human ever truly be friends when they both fought in,,,,,,The War™️. jk they become lovers.

c) what if some aliens showed up. Wouldn’t that be fucked.

d) What are the humans researching and does it have ramifications for the robot ?

4. Whatever the hell bang bravern had going on.

a) please

b) please

c) please

d) it would be so funny

5. Small robot built to be companion to larger organic species witnesses the end of that species and comes across a cosmic entity that offers to take them away from the hollow shell of the planet they once knew to be home

a) robot ptsd (again!)

b) was home good? Was home ever good? Did they resent their creators?

c) are they reluctant to go? Do they think maybe if they wander the scorched and barren world they could maybe find another survivor like them?

d) what does the cosmic entity think about all this? Are they normally a passive observer? Did something motivate them to step out of that role? What are their fucking intentions?

6. Robots that was originally a huge war mech gets repurposed into a smaller model meant for educational playtime or whatever by the enemy. Fun things can occur here like

a) teaching kids about how to sabotage supply chains in subspace.

b) getting much more invested in the kid’s imaginary playtime world than they thought they would

c) adoption. That’s the robot’s organic freak of a child now.

d) how to teach your baby warmonger advanced robotics.

Feel free to take these and run with them in any direction you see fit, if u wanna @ me abt it that would be cool!

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Bad Ideas (Part 17)

Regulus Black au

Summary:  It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 16

AO3 Link

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“We were all apparently having sex at the same time. Surprise, Grandpa.”

James continued to stare at Regulus as if he had reached across the table and slapped him. For a moment, he was curious if Regulus was just screwing with him. That would definitely be something Regulus would do.

“You…you as in you are having twins with my daughter?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow while Sirius stood up and moved to stand behind James. He wasn’t sure how James was going to react to this news. Something told Sirius to be ready to grab his best friend and haul him out of the room. Sirius wasn’t afraid of what James would do. He was more concerned that Regulus would fight dirty. The last thing Sirius wanted to deal with was a trip to the hospital.

“Yes, it was I that slept with Y/n. Sex is how babies are created if you didn’t know. I would certainly hope you knew considering you have kids yourself but never know.”

Regulus replied in a patronizing tone. He considered saying something more crude like “Yes, James. I knocked up your daughter. Again, surprise grandpa” but decided not to. As much fun as that would be, Regulus didn’t want to give you any reason to be upset more than necessary. He knew that he would have to find some way to be nicer to James and Lily but at the moment that wasn’t a huge worry.

“I know how babies are made. I am not an idiot, Regulus. I was simply hoping it would be someone else…anyone else.”

“Considering she is married to me that would be problematic.”

James sighed and put his head down on the table. When he came back, he was under the impression that both Harry and yourself were still babies. He was looking forward to all of life’s cheesy moments. He wanted to take both of you to the zoo and play tea party. James never expected to walk in and find out that both of his children were grown with lives of their own. He wasn’t ready to find you married to Regulus.

“Just ignore me. I need to sit quietly for a moment.”

Regulus felt his temper beginning to build yet again. From the time that James and Lily came back, James hadn’t done much but gripe about how you had decided to live your life. Regulus had to give Lily points for at least trying to take things as they were.

All Regulus could see was the look of disappointment on your face when James started fussing about your life. The werewolf in Regulus was more than happy to tear James a new one.

“You have sat quietly for long enough and so have I. Since you have been back you have done nothing but bitch about how Y/n has chosen to live her life. I’m not stupid and realize most of it is due to me but you need to get over it. Y/n chose me and I chose her. None of your little comments is going to change that. You need to do us all a favor and accept it before I have to take you outside and beat you.”

Regulus gave James another glare that said “Try me bitch” before turning back to you. His expression has softened in seconds before holding a hand out to you.

“Come on, darling. We need some air.”

You didn’t argue nor disagree with Regulus’ statement. It was best that the two of you left the house as soon as possible. You knew Regulus was about to lose his fragile grip on his temper.

Following Regulus into the back garden, you gave him a moment to pace around before speaking.

“I know I told you the other day but thank you for always having my back.”

Regulus stopped pacing and turned to look at you. He sighed before running his hand through his hair. You stood holding your right arm looking at him with those perfect doe eyes.

In some ways, he had accepted the current predicament that the two of you found yourselves in. In others, he still felt in denial. His eyes dropped down your body. You stood with an oversized sweater hiding your lower body. While you weren't showing yet, Regulus knew that it would only be a matter of time. Everything would feel real then.

“Come here.”

You walked closer to Regulus and waited for him to pull you into his arms. When he did, you snuggled your face against his chest. Regulus gently kissed the top of your head.

“There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.”

You were silent for a moment before speaking again. From your spot, you could see Lily looking out at the two of you with a worried expression on her face.

“We will have to find some way to get along with them. As much as my father’s less-than-stellar behavior has been, I do need to cut him some slack. They probably never expected to walk into this. I think they expected to return to toddlers.”

“I’ll try to be good.”

Regulus replied. He wasn’t going to promise it but he would try his best.

“If we can find some way to be civil, it will make the next few months slightly more bearable.”

Regulus took a breath before sighing.

“Will you think that I am a big dumb jerk if I tell you that I am terrified about the idea of having twins? Having a single child scares me to death add two…I am freaking the fuck out.”

You softly laughed before moving to look up at your husband. Regulus was usually so calm and collected. Seeing the look of panic in his eyes was almost foreign.

“I would never think that you are a big dumb jerk for how you feel. If it makes you feel any better, I am terrified too. When I signed up to be friends with Hermione and Ginny, I thought we were going to do things like go shopping and have tea together. I never expected to be pregnant with them.”

Regulus smirked.

“Yeah, me neither. As much as I like your brother this is not the situation I expected us to be in at the same time. So, what if we lose a kid?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

“I have already been thinking about that. We can dress each child in a certain color, if the twins are of the same gender. If they are different genders then our work is a little more cut out for us. Worse comes to worse, the muggles make these things called Air Tags. We can track them on our phones.”

Regulus nodded.

“That might just work…especially when they become teenagers…especially if one turns out to be like their uncle.”

The two of you shared matching expressions of horror. You weren't sure if you could handle a child like Sirius.

“Reggie, I know lord snakeface is long gone but this world still isn’t a great place. Is it selfish to bring two children into the world? What about when the next big bad comes about? What if that is worse than the other? That will be something that our children will have to deal with.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“I’ll make you a deal. When these kids grow to be adults, if we aren’t totally sick of them, we will just lock them in their bedrooms and never let them leave.”

Regulus was relieved when you laughed at that. He wasn’t a fool. Regulus knew that you were as scared of this pregnancy as he was.

“Deal.”

The following weeks were some of the most awkward that you had experienced. James was still in a state of unending shock about the situation at hand. Lily was eagerly trying to do whatever she could to help you. You had to give her points for trying. She wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought that she was.

One thing that you were thankful for was the fact there had been no morning sickness yet. Unlike Hermione and Ginny, who were sick as dogs, you were still living life normally (with the exception of drinking pickle juice right out of the jar).

Regulus had backed off of harassing James so much. Whenever he felt like saying something snarky, Regulus would simply leave the room before the temptation became too great.

One morning you sat at the dining room table looking over patient charts while Regulus sat stirring a cup of tea.

“Does dealing with all of those sick people not make you nauseous?”

You shook your head.

“No, surprisingly. I think I will be able to handle all of the gross things like diapers.”

Regulus nodded.

“So does that mean that you are volunteering for that duty? I don’t want to throw up on our child’s head.”

Chucking, your eyes rolled up to Regulus’ worried face.

“I hear that it's different when it's your own child.”

“I suppose we will see.”

Regulus commented as Ron entered the room with a very pale Hermione behind him. You frowned at your best friend’s face.

“Y/n, can you do something to help her”

Scooting your chair back, you moved to walk over to Hermione. Sirius and Remus pulled up a chair. They were getting used to having ring side seats to his so-called “event of the century.”

“What’s wrong?”

You asked as Ron sank down in the chair nearest to him.

“She won’t stop vomiting. It goes on from the time that she gets up until the time she goes to bed. There is no stopping.”

You gave Ron a frown as Harry and Ginny came in.

“There, there.”

You replied condescendingly before moving to Hermione. Placing a hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach.

“Yep, you are definitely pregnant. I have a potion that might help.”

Walking out of the room, you came back with a clear vial. Hermione nearly tore it out of your hand before downing it. You blinked a few times before turning back to Ginny.

“What about you? Do you need some too?”

Ginny shook her head.

“I’m okay today but it's good to know that you have something. I mean with being a healer I would be concerned if you didn’t.”

You nodded before going back to your seat and sitting down. Picking up the jar of pickle juice, you took a small sip. Sirius stared at you looking horrified.

“I can get you a glass.”

You shook your head.

“No, the jar adds to the experience. You could go get some of those crisps with the ridges. Those would go really well with this juice.”

Sirius nodded before getting up and going off in search of crisps. Hermione gave you a frown.l

“How are you not sick?”

You shrugged.

“No idea but I am not complaining. Afterall, I wasn’t the one who thought that this great friend experience we are having was a good idea to begin with.”

Ginny turned to face you.

“So, will you deliver my baby?”

You nearly choked on your pickle juice at that question.

“You know that I don’t typically do that, right?”

Ginny shrugged.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else scoping out between my legs. Besides, I have faith in you. You’re a good healer.”

You crinkle your nose at the “scoping out between my legs” comment.

“Ginny, I don’t want to be scoping out between your legs. That sounds dirty.”

“So? You're one of my best friends and I know with you I would be comfortable, so will your brother.”

You met Harry’s eyes before sighing.

“I swear to Merlin. I’m sure there is a book I can read on the subject. Fine. I swear, I keep getting roped into weird shit with the two of you. For the future, the next time you decide to have babies at the same time. Don’t include me.”

Hermione smiled, squeezing your hand.

“I’ll need your help too.”

You sighed.

“You are playing on my emotions, holding my hand like that. May I make a suggestion for the two of you?”

Both Hermione and Ginny nodded.

“When they offer you drugs for the pain, take them.”

The following few minutes were fairly uneventful. After the conversation that you were just a part of, you needed a break. You glanced over at Regulus who was still shaking his head.

The doorbell ringing got your attention as Ron got up to answer it. When he came back with Neville, you could see Regulus tensing up. Neville’s eyes flickered over to Regulus. Both men were still clearly not each other’s biggest fans.

“You wanted to see me, Y/n?”

You nodded, ignoring the way Regulus was staring at you.

“Yes, I needed to ask you a question.”

Regulus muttered about owls being a very real thing. You chose to ignore his snide remarks as Neville sat down near Harry. He had a feeling that Regulus wouldn’t try anything if he was that far away. Neville had no doubt that Regulus would climb across the table after him if the opportunity presented itself. He only wanted to put that off as much as he could.

“What can I do for you?”

Neville asked, taking his attention off of your husband. He still found himself cringing at the thought of Regulus being your husband. Knowing that you were having the man’s baby, made Neville feel even more sick to his stomach.

You reached for your work bag and took out some papers.

“What if I told you that I could put your parents right?”

Neville frowned.

“Do it. I would tell you to do it. Why?”

You blinked a few times.

“Well, I may have created a potion that could fix memory curses in the most severe form. It's never been tested. In theory, it should work…if I have done my calculations correctly.”

Neville stood quietly for a moment.

“Do it. What are you waiting for?”

“I have to have your permission. I couldn’t just drug them and be like surprise! That would be unethical. We thought about trying it out on Lockhart but nobody really wanted that.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair. Both he and Remus were staring at each other in total surprise from the moment the conversation started.

“When have you had time to do this, love?”

Glancing back to Regulus, you shrugged.

“What do you think I am doing when I can’t sleep? When something is important, you make time.”

Neville, meanwhile, held his hand up. He didn’t have time to listen to any explanations. The thought of having his parents back was everything he had ever wanted. Seeing Harry and yourself have your parents come back had given him some hope that Alice and Frank could be restored too.

When they remained as they were, Neville quickly began to lose faith. Now here you stood offering the possibility of being able to help. That was all that Neville needed to hear. He didn’t care about any outcomes other than having his mother and father in complete control of their minds.

“Excuse me, but back to my parents. Where do I sign and when can we do it”

You held out the paper with all of the information.

“If it doesn't work, there could be…”

Neville cut you off.

“I don’t care. It isn’t like they have much of a life anyway.”

Neville snatched the paper out of your hand before scribbling his name. James and Lily came back with Siruis who had located the crisps you had sent him off for.

“What’s going on?”

James asked. Remus turned to his friend with a proud smile.

“Time to see if your child be a genius.”

“Or a bloody failure.”

You added. Neville was nearly jumping up and down white pointing to the door.

“Let's go! I’ll meet you there.”

He disappeared without another word. You reached down for your bag before meeting your family’s gaze.

“Well, are you lot coming to either watch me succeed or fail?”

Ginny and Harry were on their feet while Regulus stood up and went off for your coat.

“If this works…”

Harry started but stopped as you turned to him.

“It will be time to update my Chocolate Frog.”

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[fiber-optic-alligator]

(an ask, not a request)

Just been re-reading Desperation vs Domestication again, and i was struck by a random idea. (it might be too dark/completely OOC for Drift, so please feel free to ignore and delete this if that’s the case)

After Reader escapes, i was thinking that in a darker timeline, Drift could completely snap as a result (the potential is there, because he is Deadlock after all.) Of course he wants to get Reader back and he’s going to do everything he can to track them down… but in the meantime he has an ache deep in his body, like a hole ripped open by Reader’s absence. So what if Drift decided to purchase/’rescue’ another human to fill that void until he finds his human?

At first the unlucky replacement is just a placeholder, a necessary weight to keep Drift focused while he comes up with a rescue plan to find his original human. Originally he’s not being particularly concerned over the replacement human (outside of assuring they get the basics). They are a means to an end, a tie-over until he gets his human back. He isn't cruel towards them (as far as he's concerned), but he doesn't handle them with kid-gloves either, like he did with Reader.

However, maybe Drift slowly grows fond of this second human over time. He’s learnt from his mistake, so he keeps them stored in his stomach whenever he’s doing his duties or recharging. And in Reader’s absence, their constant presence is reassuring, a soothing balm to his terrifying fear of being abandoned again. However, the replacement human definitely doesn’t have any confused feelings of fondness or loyalty towards Drift – they would instantly make a run for it if they had the chance.

The intriguing question is what happens to the replacement if/when Drift catches up with Reader on Earth? Does Drift let them go, literally swapping them with Reader (to Reader's utter dismay)? Or would Drift decide to keep them both? Perhaps that’s where he went wrong, maybe his human needed companionship from their own species. No idea!

Your story was a lot of fun to read, especially with all the possibilities it offers for different directions it could go in. Thank you for writing and sharing it :D

I don't think Drift would do this because he literally would not be able to handle it. Replacing you is unacceptable because NO ONE can replace you. He loves you too much, even when he knows you are terrified of him. But if he happened TO come across another human in need of saving, he'd be much more distant. He'd still be kind, would still take care of them, but the memory of you and how much you mean to him will cause him to want to keep his distance.

He can't allow himself to hurt anyone else.

[11queensupreme11]

I love where we're taking this Cheating Cu story, and I’m really enjoying it!

What I think would be funny is if the mistress tried to corner Percy and slapped or attacked her. I know it’s not possible, but I like the hypothetical situation we have going on—so let’s just pretend that she did. What would make it even more fun is if the attack left a visible mark on Percy’s skin, like a handprint on her cheek or a bruise on her arm from being grabbed too hard. What I think would get the yandere's attention is if it left a mark or if they saw Percy crying because of it.

Now, imagine the Yanderes or other family members seeing the aftermath or the attack happening in real time. They would absolutely LOSE their minds! I bet they’d come up with over a 100 different ways to torture or kill the mistress on the spot.

And if she attacked Percy in front of one or all of the Yanderes and their kids? Oh, that would make things even worse. The sheer chaos that would follow would be insane!

If possible, could you give us their reaction to witnessing it or seeing her cry because of the mistress?

i love you guys for never failing to find ways to make this au messier and messier 😂😂😂 it's like watching my favorite dramas, more dramatic shit is always piling on to each other to create one big mess

if the mistress ever tried to (or actually did) hurt percy in front of the yans and their kids, they would ALL lose their shit but the one who loses it worse would be........ cú chulainn!

(you guys probably thought i'd say poseidon or something huh???)

but yeah it's cú chulainn! listen, this whole mess is all HIS fault and he knows it. he had an affair, didn't see anything wrong with his actions when his wife confronted him about it. dismissed her feelings, and then became worried as fuck seeing how depressed she became. then the guilt comes, and now he finally acknowledges his wrongdoing but at that point, percy's already giving him the cold shoulder no matter how hard he tries to apologize. and now she's getting ready to leave for midgard, AND THEN THE MISTRESS ANNOUNCES HER PREGNANCY.....

then the bitch has the AUDACITY to try and hurt percy. he's the first to notice it and practically tackles her LMAO 😭😭😭 he's been so hyperfocused on percy for months now that he instantly notices the mistress trying to attack and that's why he reacts first and faster. honestly, he would literally just kill her in a blind rage before anyone can even realize what's happening 💀

...... but hey, no more mistress and bastard baby to worry about! (percy's still heartbroken tho and she's definitely going to midgard after this mess)

poseidon is furious that the whore tried to raise a hand against his daughter-wife and even more furious that cú chulainn managed to do something about it before he could smh. you'd think he'd be grateful, but nope! he still hates the dude's guts. this is all HIS fault after all.

hades would stiffly thank cú chulainn for the save but that's all he's getting from him. he'll be more focused on making sure percy's okay and getting her and the other girls out of the room away from the crime scene

anubis is fuming that cú chulainn managed to stop the crazy lady first. he saw it happen before he did, he swears!!!! cú chulainn was just... closer! yeah, that's all! anyways, he rushes after percy to make sure she's okay and pretty much hogs her the entire day.

beelzebub's just relieved that cú chulainn's act didn't do him any favors with percy. he is disappointed tho that the mistress was killed so quickly. he would've liked to torture her and the baby first...

apollo's shrieking like an ambulance siren the entire time LMAO 😂😂 he has no idea what just happened because he was too busy trying to get to percy to comfort her, but he's not gonna thank cú chulainn for the save! in his eyes, he still needs to suffer! pity his stupid whore couldn't suffer with him...

loki's glad percy was saved, but now he's pissed at cú chulainn for killing his mistress too quickly. he'd throw out accusations like "you probably killed her quickly so we wouldn't be able to get our hands on her! admit it, you cared about the dumb bitch, didn't you?!" anything to make him look worse in percy's eyes lol

[manystagesofmal]

How about Mal and Indrid Cold? Should she end up hooking one of the most famous cryptids in history! For the baby number thing!

A mysterious self-proclaimed fortune teller approaches my Muse and says they can predict their partner and number of offspring. Drop a name into my inbox and l generate a number 1 - 10 to determine how many children my Muse is supposedly going to have with that person (by blood, adopted, or otherwise).

In another universe, out in the wild woods and away from the suspicious gaze of Point Pleasant, a man and his wife live off their land as it's watchers and guardians. Their shack is humble, but the generator powering it and the wells providing water and the endless means of communication are well beyond modern. Space age, or futuristic, one could say.

They have two children together. A boy with messy black hair and a pale complexion, full of curiosity and mischief, and a smile as wide as his face. The second is a quiet little girl with short, pale hair like her father's, who follows him wherever he goes, his little pale shadow, he calls her with fondness.

Their life is strange, eccentric, and reclusive on the surface. But they are all close, work together, and always spend their nights on the roof of their little shack, watching the stars. Indrid would always point out which was was his home, and promise his happy little family that they would all go there someday.

[cicada-candy]

I get the sense that Nina is gonna haunt the next season.

[httpiastri]

AS SOON AS I SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT I RAN TO UR BLOG BOO. R U OK????

i'm definitely not okay but thank you for asking 😁

[wildflowercryptid]

potentially batshit headcanon, but i think it'd be funny if these two were related somehow.

[themyscirah]

Heard about TK wanting to write WW for 100 issues and do a Trinity spinoff?

Yeah.... that's the word on the street 😔

To be honest with everybody though, I don't think he's hitting 100 issues. I think Tom King THINKS he will be writing 100 issues of WW comics, but I'm very skeptical. Like it's true he got pretty close to 100 issues when he was writing Batman, but that was during Rebirth, when comics were being published twice a month. At a normal monthly pace, 100 main title issues works out to be a bit over EIGHT YEARS. Even with specials and annuals and possible events (or the Trinity spinoff) compressing that timeline, there's still no way in my mind that Tom hits 100 issues in any less than five years. He spent three on Batman. You know, Batman, his #1, the guy he has to bring up every issue? Do we really think he's going to spend over twice as long on Diana?

Like personally I'm just not convinced that Tom King cares enough about Wonder Woman to write her for that long. Like I think he likes her, and I think he thinks she's cool, but reading his book he seems to love to put the focus anywhere except on Diana. Like all the narration is done by the villain (meaning we don't get Diana's actual thoughts on any of this) and the backup are all TK's audition to write supersons (so we're losing page space that could be utilized to develop the current narrative in favor of possible future stories with no plot relevance)

Like idk. Tom King is talking the talk and I think he has the power at DC currently to walk the walk if he really wants to do it and his hype squad keeps sales high, but he hasn't convinced me so far with his work that he has it in him to see out so many issues of Wonder Woman, especially when Diana finally defeats the Sovereign, and if Trinity gets her own book, like what is he going to do with his remaining 80 issues? Actually telling WW stories?

It seems to me from what I've read of his WW and interviews abt it is that this "100 issues of Wonder Woman" thing is coming from his opinion that Diana deserves a 100-issue run, rather any great, passionate love for Diana that would actually motivate him to write her for that long.

So anyways, my stance is that if he's really putting in a long one (however long it may be) we just hope for the best, (Diana getting her narration boxes back and being central in her own story again, Trinity getting booted back to Themyscira to be forgotten raised offscreen, etc.) and try to make the most & wait it out

[itspileofgoodthings]

Well, I actually have the most mundane of questions, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in an English class that I feel like I’ve completely forgotten (and I’m curious how you do it): how do you go about reading a book as a class? Do you assign them the chapters to read at home and most of them actually do it? Or do you give them class time to read? Do you have the kids who try to spoil the rest of the book for the class? Basically, how does one teach a book in the year 2024?  😀

And do you have your students annotate inside their books? (I know the English teachers in my school require the students to do that, and I get why, but I inwardly shudder every time I see a student marking up a page.) 

Haha I love this question because I too am always asking myself how DOES one teach a book in 2024?

It’s sort of a combination. I absolutely assign reading every night (almost) unless it’s Shakespeare or any play in which case we read it all in class. But for a novel there’s a couple chapters a night. I read aloud to them a lot too. Sometjmes I make them read aloud to the whole class, rotating kids who read. Sometimes I assign a chapter to be read in class silently with questions or quotes due at the end of the reading. Sometimes I put them in groups and make them read aloud to each other. There’s no one way that works for sure and of course ultimately I have no control over how much they read and I’m not naive enough to think that most of the reading assigned for homework doesn’t get skipped most of the time buuuuuut.

My bottom line is that I believe it’s my job to get excited about the actual text itself (easier for me in some cases than others but overall pretty easy because it does fill me with excitement) and then commit to taking them on the journey of the story with me. And my goal—that I’m sure I often don’t reach—is to make that experience so much more fun if you have actually read. And the way that I teach is pretty text heavy which is why I always make sure I’ve read the chapters for the day and am not just relying on my memory because the way I do it is just sort of absorbing it all up like a vacuum-cleaner, schwooooop, and then either pulling stuff out of the reading to look at directly or directing them to do the same thing. So the big thing that I have going for me, if any, is buy-in. Is getting kids excited about actually reading the actual text. I also speak often and passionately about the evils of sparknotes etc. not because they help kids get better grades or whatever but because they present you with the husk and shell of a story, stripped of all that makes it interesting, and that by reading that alone they’re reading something so dry and dull and are not achieving what I always want them to achieve —which is, have an Experience with the Literature.

Again, it never works perfectly by any stretch and there are so many ways I want to explore in my quest to get better at it but overall I think, at my very best, I can create this wave of energy and excitement in the story itself which is the most organic and ultimately most helpful way to get them to want to read.

Also no haha. I don’t let them annotate! Though occasionally kids DO of course. But sometimes they bring in their own copies in order to do that. The spoilers absolutely happen and are annoying but I sort of get by it by moving on very quickly and/or talking about how it’s often not the ending but how you get there that makes it interesting. Because that’s just true!

[topicaltropic]

oops! all wips