#and he does like heaps of research on like aids and how to be a good ally

[quodekash]

TW: mentions of death and stuff but it’s not too morbid/detailed, but like dead bodies are mentioned.

What happens when Emily and Mitch eventually find Julie’s YouTube or smth. Like. They just see their dead son. Singing with the girl who gave his song to them a few weeks back. And they’re in the place he ran away to. And he’s just right there. 

What would they do? 

I think they’d be amazed and devastated and a little angry, cos the natural assumption (especially with him being at the house he literally ran away to) would be that he never left, his spirit just went to - what they would assume is - the only place he ever felt truly at home. 

If that were me, I’d feel pretty horrible/angry that he never came to visit or give me a sign that he was (kind of) okay, and he just fully ignored me. And I know he didn’t actually ignore them, he just wasn’t around at al for 25 years, but they wouldn’t know that and I wish we could have a season 2 for them to explore the angst and feels and stuff around that situation. 

Adding on to that, possibly the way that they’d find out is through Bobby. He’d see they’re all somehow still alive in a way, and he’d tell anyone he could that would listen to him. Including the devastated parents of the kids he was in a band with. 

I’d also just like to add here that Bobby would’ve been pretty gosh darn traumatised by the events. Like any normal person who’s in a band with three of their closest friends and then they find out all three of them literally died and now they’re completely alone? They’d be pretty traumatised. He mentions to Carrie at one point “I’m gonna go see my therapist”, and it makes sense that he’d have a therapist, cos three of his friends literally died when they were all teenagers. 

I also think that Bobby would’ve been one of the first people to discover they’re dead. Like either it would be those random people in the background at the start, or the hot dog vendor guy, who would realise these kids are dying and call the ambulance, in which case Bobby probably wouldn’t be notified (cos he wasn’t with them at all) until he’d come outside eventually to tell them they’re on in five or smth and either find no one there at all, or find an ambulance speeding away, or see a bunch of paramedics lifting his friends’ bodies into an ambulance. Orrr he would go outside to find them, and then he himself - a flipping 16-18 year old, a literal teenager, minor, child - sees them asleep and tries to wake them up and nothing happens and he checks their pulses and fear grips his chest and he grabs out his phone (under the assumption that the garage/house is his family’s, and it’s a really nice house, so the conclusion there is that is his family is pretty rich, so I’d assume he’d have a phone with him) and calls emergency services, and that’s the last time he ever sees his friends. 

And then the guys go and haunt him, and he’s probably already been haunted by memories and the thought of their still, lifeless bodies, without the help of actually being genuinely haunted. 

And yeah, it was rly messed up that he stole their songs and gave no credit - or even mentioned them to Julie or rose or even Carrie. But also the guys doing that is messed up. It’s no wonder he never gave them credit or mentioned them to anyone, cos doing that would presumably awaken bad memories inside him, which he very much would not want. Poor guy is bloody traumatised. And carrie basically not reacting at all to her dad going to see his therapist implies that he sees his therapist a lot, probably frequently like once a week, so not only is he traumatised but he’s getting constant therapy for it and still needs more. And yeah, it’s possible those are just regular checkups cos everyone should get therapy whether they’re in a bad place or not, but the fact that he was clearly verbally and visibly distressed, and Carrie still doesn’t react, implies that he might have episodes a lot where he remembers the guys or thinks about them or whatever. 

AND ALSO HE DOES MEDITATION, which could be a coping technique from his therapist, or a way for him to clear his mind and thoughts. 

Whatever happened right after the guys died, whoever it was to find their bodies, it would be bloody traumatising for a group of four to suddenly be a group of one. He’d need extensive therapy and help for that, he’d be very much not okay, anyone in his shoes would be very much not okay. 

He might’ve contacted his friends’ families immediately, to tell them what happened, cos the guys didn’t like their parents at all. Reggie’s we’re right about to divorce. Luke’s didn’t want him in the band. Alex’s were homophobic. They all probably escaped from all of that every single day by going to Bobby’s house, to the one place where they could all be themselves without hate. So not only would it be horrifying to have a suddenly empty garage every day, for your friends to no longer be there, to know that they’ll never come back, Bobby would also probably have possessions from all of them, and no one other than Bobby would be able to give those to their families. Not only that, they probably wouldn’t even know for a while, because of how much their kids hated them. It’s possible they didn’t know for literally days, and they just assumed that their kids were staying overnight at Bobby’s. They wouldn’t think to contact their kids, or their kids’ friends and friends’ families, they’d just assume they’re okay. It was probably Bobby who had to break the news to all of them. So there’s some extra trauma and horrible-feelings piled on top of that. And he’d break the news to them as well as probably give them some things to remind their parents of their kids or something. Imagine an entire fic or episode or something based on Bobby’s experiences after the guys died. 

He’d go to Reggie’s place, interrupting a fight between his parents. He’d tell them their son is dead. He’d give them Reggie’s favourite pick or something. Reggie may be a mess, but something tells me he doesn’t leave his stuff lying around, like both physical objects and real things. He probably always thought he could just internalise it all, make it into jokes, not go into detail about how much his parents’ fights affect him and how scary it is, how he has to shield his younger siblings when he’s at home, to try and keep them safe and happy. Same with physical things: he would seem like the kind of person to forget to clean up after himself, who would leave it all lying around. But he keeps it clean, cos if he can’t clean out his mind and his own house, can’t get rid of the fighting, he might as well get rid of the things he could, take control of what he could. So he probably wouldn’t leave much lying around the garage, wouldn’t even own that much stuff to leave around the garage. He’d give it to Reggie’s parents and they would fight more, saying that it’s his fault Reggie died no it’s her fault and the other kids would cowed behind a corner and Bobby would hug the kids, try to protect them how Reggie used to, but knowing there’s no use. 

He’d go to Luke’s house, tell them their son is dead. They’d cry, they’d scream. Emily would be sure it’s her fault. Mitch would break down and fall to his knees. Bobby would stand there, unsure what to do. 

He’d go to Alex’s house. He’d hesitate at the door, not wanting to interact with these horrible people. Then he’d knock. He’d tell them the horrible news. He’d say he’s sorry. He’d say he wishes Alex could still be alive. Alex’s dad would stare at him menacingly. Alex’s dad would say “serves him right, doing the devils work”. Bobby would fill with anger. Alex’s mum would say “I’d feel sorry if he could’ve brought us a girlfriend rather than that boy. And a rebellious boy at that, he ran away from home to be in your little band.” Bobby would crack, the rage spilling over. He’d yell at them, scream at them, say they’re horrible parents, they didn’t deserve a beautiful amazing child like alex, that it wasn’t his choice, that they should be at least a little bit sad that their only child is gone, that someone they raised is gone from the world and he was only 17, that they could’ve had an ounce of respect or kindness in them to make alex actually feel like a person. He’d take a small pride flag out of his pocket, the one Alex left behind, shove it in their faces and say that everyone is a person. He’d storm away, going back to his home. He’d hang up the pride flag in his room, bright, proud, loud. He’d fall to the floor, crying, lost, terrified. He’d be horrified that someone can hate another person because of who they love, even when that person is their child, the literal result of their love, and they hate him because of love. He’d reflect on hate and love, two very different but very similar things, how they intertwine with one another, like some messed up but beautiful and entrancing dance. 

[tiptapricot]

tipstie PLEASE tell me about tlb turning human/ human AU

Absolutely my dudes 👁👁 (this is also all hcs about how vampire rules work so just go with it)

So for me a human TLB AU isn’t one where they die and turn human, it’s one where Max is killed after being found out one way or another before any altercation with the boys happens, and they revert back to humans as a result

The reason this happens is because all the boys were sired by Max, and while they are technically full vampires, they aren’t independent vampires

Sires act as a sort of guardian to the vampires they turn, watching over them and guiding them until they believe they’re ready to take care of themselves

This is why they have a certain level of control, influence, and power over the vampires they turn, they have a bond

When sires think the vampires they’ve turned are ready to make it on their own, they sever that bond with a ritual that relinquishes complete autonomy to their vampires

But Max never did this

He wanted a family, and families have to stick together, so until his death he still clung to that small sliver of control over the boys, and that last step to complete and independent vampirism remained incomplete

And so, when Max is killed, there’s a sort of backlash, a glitch

The bond is broken, but broken wrong, and the small piece of the boys that’s still human, the piece that still remains deep down, starts clawing it’s way out

It hits Marko first, since was turned most recently, chills and fever and body wracking pain, like his body is eating itself from the inside out

It’s nothing like any of them have ever seen or heard of before, and they don’t know what to do but sit with him and try to lessen the fever

Paul follows a few hours later, exactly the same, and Dwayne helps David carry the two of them a little over halfway to the Emerson house before he collapses too

David gets them the rest of the way there, feeling worse and worse the longer he goes

He knocks on the door and Michael opens it, and David only manages a raspy “Need your help, Michael,” before he’s pitching forward into his arms

The next week or so is a blur

Michael convinces Lucy and Grandpa to help, and for Sam to keep the Frogs away while they figure out what’s going on

Star calls that night, and says she and Laddie were out when they felt themselves change back, and that she didn’t wait to find out why

She caught a bus to her cousin’s place in LA and took Laddie with her, but wanted to make sure Michael was ok

He says he’s fine, and promises to call again with more details, since “it’s a little hard to explain right now” and they hang up with plans to talk that weekend

Meanwhile the boys are going in and out of feverish half awake states, never lucid enough to do anything except drink water and groan. The Emersons take care of them in shifts, and Michael helps Grandpa research what might be happening to them. They don’t find a lot

Marko is the first to come out of it, after about three days

He’s groggy and confused, waking up to Lucy wiping his forehead with a damp towel

She gives him something to drink and helps him sit up, but there’s something... wrong

There’s a weight in his chest, a thrumming, heavy heartbeat, expanding lungs, heat

He’s breathing again, he’s alive again

He’s human

Paul wakes up in the middle of that night, to Michael in the room this time. After getting the general “you’re human but we don’t know why” pitch, he’s taken to a guest bedroom where he finds Marko curled up on the bed. He slides in behind him and pulls him close, and he knows Marko isn’t asleep because he can feel him shaking

Marko’s always been good at crying quietly

Paul’s pretty personable as they wait for David and Dwayne to wake up. He talks with the family and reads comics on the living room couch, and fetches food and stuff for Marko, who’s basically refusing to leave the guest room

Being back in a human body is bringing back too many memories for him of the shitty life he escaped from, and he’s having a hard time dealing with it

But Paul is there, and the Emersons are alright, and he’s eventually able to be coaxed out to have an actual meals with the family, and that’s nice too

Dwayne wakes up the Saturday after the boys first arrive, in one of the rare times no one was in the room to keep an eye on him and David

He interrupts breakfast by barreling into the living room looking extremely lost and worried, and shakily rushes over to pull Paul and Marko into a hug when he sees them staring wide eyed at him from the table

“Couldn’t hear you...” he mumbles into Marko’s hair. “Can’t hear either of you anymore...”

Lucy has him join them at the table and gets him his own plate of food, and they explain what they know. It still isn’t a lot, but it does give him a reason as to why the mental link the boys had is gone

The following days are strangely quiet. Michael and Lucy help the boys adjust, reminding them to eat and helping them when they forget they don’t have super strength or magic healing

The boys start talking more too, mostly out of necessity since they can’t communicate mentally anymore (which Marko thinks is extremely annoying) but also because life in the Emerson house is... surprisingly comfortable

Michael explains the whole thing to Star over the phone, and after a moment she laughs

“Maybe they needed this,” she tells him, “maybe this is good.”

A week and a half after the boys arrive, two things happen: David finally wakes up, and the Frogs find out who the mysterious house guests Sammy’s been keeping them away from are

David comes to in a dim room, with Michael dozing against the wall

He grunts and pushes himself up, and only just registers the heat of his own blood and the scratch of breathing in the back of his throat when there’s a commotion from somewhere outside

Michael wakes up with a slight flinch, rubbing a hand over his face, and makes eye contact with David right as the door slams open and Dwayne, Marko, and Paul come rushing in, followed quickly by the Frog brothers and a frantic Sam

It takes a bit of explaining, but they eventually come to an understanding

The Frogs are still a bit hesitant to believe the boys are human, but it’s not like real vampires could walk in the sunlight or show up in the hall mirror, so that’s good enough for them

The boys continue living with the Emersons after that

They find ways to help out here and there, with cleaning or dinner or dishes or farm work

Sleep schedules become basically non existent as well, and it’s a common occurrence to find at least one person up at all hours of the night

Each of the boys has... a moment or two, where it really settles in that they’re human again

For Marko, it’s when he pokes himself while trying to resew one of his patches. He hisses when he pricks his thumb, and when the blood beads up on the pad of his finger he just... stares at it. It doesn’t heal right away, and he can’t even smell it. He sucks on it to try and make it go away, and tasting blood again, when it no longer has the same rush or necessity, makes him cringe. He puts a band aid on it, and doesn’t mention it to anyone.

For Paul, it’s when he goes to a concert on the beach. He manages to get lost in the music, in the crowd, in the loud drums and the guitar riffs and the warm press of bodies and the intoxicating energy, and he doesn’t, not once, think about sinking his teeth into anyone around him. He only realizes about halfway through the second song that he’s actually hearing the music, too, instead of it just being the background noise for a cacophony of heartbeats. He goes home that night drunk on sound and life, and doesn’t know if he’s ever been happier in his life.

For Dwayne, it’s when he has his first cup of hot chocolate after turning back. It’s at the beginning of winter, and everyone is crammed together on the couch to break in the TV that Sam finally convinced Grandpa and Lucy to get. Michael and Sam are bickering about what movie to watch, Paul and Marko are having an animated conversation with the Frogs from their place on the floor, and Lucy and grandpa are laughing about something in the kitchen. They come out a bit later with snacks and drinks, and Dwayne is handed a big mug of cocoa with a heaping helping of whipped cream and marshmallows. He takes a sip without really thinking, and then stops. There’s a moment, when he just feels the warmth spread through his chest and belly, and then all at once it’s like he’s hit with this wave of emotions he can’t quite place, familiarity and relief and joy, and there are tears mixing with his whipped cream mustache. The movie is good, but the cocoa is definitely better.

For David, the first time is when he goes outside after waking up. He’d seen the sunlight through the windows, and knew it didn’t hurt him anymore, but feeling it, actually smelling the fresh air and hearing the birds and cicadas and feeling a warm breeze... it’s a little overwhelming. Michael finds him sitting on the back porch wiping at his eyes, and joins him

The second time is when he notices that his roots are showing, that his hair is growing again. Any cutting or dying was effectively permanent when he was a vampire, since their hair didn’t grow, but now... Getting a reminder that his body is living and changing again is strange. He decides to let it grow out a bit, just to see where it goes

The boys are very touchy with everyone. They were already before they turned back, but now that cuddles involve body heat, they happen much more often

So do visits to the mall, oddly enough. Lucy takes them once to get them some new clothes, and they have way too much fun popping in and out of different shops and all trying to fit in the photo booth at once. They may, technically, get banned from a few stores for causing too much of a ruckus, but that doesn’t stop them from coming back

Dwayne and David both get really into cooking, and Paul and Marko experiment a lot with mixing different things to “remember what tastes good” again. Usually doesn’t have the best outcomes, but they’re definitely adventurous

David forgets he has to sleep sometimes, but he’ll be out like a rock if anyone pulls him into bed or lets him lean on them while watching TV

Overall, adjusting is strange for all of them, but there’s a goodness to it too. Even when things are hard they figure them out eventually, and no matter what they always have each other

It feels like a new life, a new start, where they can finally get things right

Headcanons masterpost

[xskyll]

The BNHA x Chobits AU that no one, not even Mineta, asked for.

The ramblings of my mind under the cut. Warning, it’s loooong.

Okay, so bear in mind that I only watched four episodes of Chobits and it was probably about 14 years ago, and also I didn’t really like it, lol

-Todoroki finds Midoriya laying on some bags of trash next to a dumpster.

-First he’s like “oh no, I need an adult,” because for all his “training,” dad never actually told him what to do when he found a dead body, (this is the summer before he starts U.A., so he’s still living at home). Endeavor is away for a week, and Fuyumi doesn’t count to him (sort of an Aristocats, “she’s not [an adult,] she’s just a sister!” thing). While he’s trying to remember that the police exist, he notices this dead body has very strange ear-like things. He comes closer to investigate. There are lots of weird body types in the world, because of quirks, but these things look metal, which isn’t unheard of, but something about these ears just strike him as unnatural.

- Good news, it seems like a robot, not a dead body. The ears open easily, and there are buttons inside. A power button (that’s right CHOBITS!! It’s in the ear! My love story isn’t going to start with molestation), some USB ports, an aux port, a slot for a microchip or SIM card or whatever, some sort of safety switch (he flips that on)…what really convinces him this is totally a robot are the blutooth and volume buttons (that’s right, Midoriya in this au can charge phones AND he’s a speaker, although the volume buttons’ primary function is to control the volume of his voice).

- He has no good reason for taking this thing home. It weights a ton, it’s awkwardly naked, except for some bandages wrapped around it, which do nothing to hide how anatomically correct this robot is, and he already has a phone charger, so he really has no use for it. 

- He feels weird about it though. While he was checking out the ears, he touched its face and the skin was soft and warm. He checked for a pulse, just out of curiosity, and found one. It looks like a person, aside from the ears, and it feels like a person. He feels bad leaving it in the trash. So he takes it home.

- Cue comedy routine where he gets this thing, not just in the house, but to his room without Fuyumi noticing.

- Once in his room, he hits the power switch. Nothing happens. He holds the power switch. Bingo. Robo-boy powers to life, bright, adorably large green eyes open. He’s holding it in his arms, and it’s still all tied up. It looks up at him and says hello.

- He drops it.

- He apologizes as he picks it back up, tugging at the wrappings to try to get its arms free. He realizes he needs to get pants, or at least boxers, for it, because it’s awake now and very much naked.

- For the very first time, he realizes that this adorable, thin-yet-lean-muscled, between 14-16 looking robo-boy might have been someone’s weird sex doll. They probably threw it away because they found a real person to date and they didn’t want them to know about their underage sex robot. This also sort of explains the pulse; the mystery pervert person probably programmed a fake pulse and did something to make his skin warm, to make him feel more real. Gross.

- He’s broken from these thoughts when the robot speaks. It says, “Please insert memory bank files or turn on base memory.” Todoroki is already freaking out, because this thing wants its memories, and he doesn’t have them. He opens the ear again and investigates. Next to the empty slot, there’s a small button labeled BM. Base memory? Sure, why not. He pushes it.

- The robot goes blank faced for a few seconds. When he comes to, he looks at Todoroki, then the room, then down at himself. He flexes his arms, trying to break the bands around him, but stops, saying, “Safety mode is on.”

- Todoroki finishes helping unwrap him, awkwardly doing so while pointedly looking away, once he gets to his lower half. Once he’s free, he goes and gets a pair of boxers and throws them in his direction. “Can you put them on?” He’s curious if the robot can do something like that unaided, and also he doesn’t want to cloth it himself, because even though this is a robot, it looks like a very cute boy his age. And it has a pulse. He can’t stop thinking about that.

- The robot puts on the boxers, after inspecting them for a second. He honestly does struggle to figure it out for a moment, cause he has zero common sense, but he does figure it out. It probably takes him about a minute. Once they’re on, he stands and starts inspecting the room.

- “Do you have a name?” seems like a dumb question, but he asks anyway and the robot answers, “I’m Project Midoriya.”

- Background info time. Midoriya is not fully a robot. He was kidnapped just seven months ago, coming home from school. It was the day of the sludge villain attack, but he got nabbed before they could cross paths. AFO wanted a quirkless person to experiment on. He did his research and found Midoriya Izuku, a quirkless boy with no friends and little family, who wouldn’t be missed very much. He’s confident enough that he won’t get caught that he titles his new project by its name: Midoriya. Midoriya’s memories are still in his mind, but they’re suppressed. AFO found it easier to backup his memories to a chip, so he could remove them as needed. When they were installed, Midoriya responded best to his own name anyway, so calling him that was also the easiest thing. Without his memories, AFO found him a bit annoying, because he had no social skills or common sense. He needed to be taught, which he didn’t have the patience for, so usually he just left the memories in. He was a timid boy anyway and easy to intimidate, especially if he threaten to hurt his mom.

- The cops figure his disappearance was maybe a runaway situation, but given his track record and the profile on him they’d compiled from listening to his mom, classmates, and teachers, they figure it’s more likely a kidnapping or murder. Fun fact though, he got kidnapped the day Bakugou told him to kill himself. Obviously no body is found, but he knows people go to forests to hang themselves, or put weights in their pockets and drown themselves. Those bodies can take years to find. So while all of this is happening, Bakugou is out there just every day, “what have I done, what have I done, what have I done?” When they finally see each other again, Bakugou freaks out and Midoriya’s suppressed memories are triggered. Bakugou demands answers, Todoroki is confused and defensive, and Midoriya is just, “System overload. Shutting down,” and then face plants to the floor.

- Anyway, back to Shouto. He asks Midoriya if he remembers anything. Midoriya has exactly one memory (or at least, one easily accessible memory), and it’s this: “A man. He looked like this.” He put his hand over his face. “He said, ‘Sensei put so much work into you. Why are you so useless (Deku)?’”

- More bg info, AFO gave Midoriya to Shigaraki, telling him to try to make him useful, and Shigaraki DID try for a couple of months, but he was over the whole situation after basically one day. With his memories, Midoriya was scared and traumatized, had morals, cried a bunch and sometimes tried to escape, and was just UGH. He could mute his voice, but even that didn’t help, cause this kid was just sooo annoying. Without his memories he was awkward and boring and still annoying. Eventually he just yeeted him into a trash heap, but took his memory chip, since it technically contains LoV information.

- Midoriya considers his only memory and thinks being called Deku feels sort of normal, so he says as much. “Deku might also be my name. You can call me that, if you want.” Todoroki says he’ll stick with Midoriya, because Deku isn’t a nice name for his new robot friend.

- So the first section of the story after this is fairly light-hearted. Todoroki has to keep Midoriya a secret from Endeavor and Fuyumi (I feel like she does find out eventually, but agrees to help hide him, as she sees it’s good for her little bro to finally have this (maybe?) living thing/person to talk to and take care of.) Speaking of care, Midoriya is very easy to care for. He can eat, drink, and sleep, but doesn’t need to. He has some sort of self-charging system. Most of his “care” involves teaching him social skills (which oof, blind leading the blind, but they say teaching is the best way to learn, so this is actually good for Shouto too). Embarrassing stuff happens. Fluffy stuff happens. It’s a good time.

- Shouto spends the summer with Midoriya this way. Most of their interactions are fluffy and light, but not all. The first time he comes back to his room after training with his dad, he learns two things: Midoriya has first aid knowledge programmed into him and he’s capable of crying. As the trainings continue, Midoriya eventually reveals that he has over a hundred fighting styles programmed into him and knows over 70 ways to kill a person, but he can’t access any of that information while his safety is on. Todoroki is just like, “Uuuuuh, that’s really good to know…but we’re gonna keep the safety on for now, okay? I hate my dad but also please don’t murder him. He’s famous so we wouldn’t get away with it. Also murder is bad, don’t kill people.”

- Midoriya wants to know if all heroes are like Endeavor and Shouto is like, noooo and shows him the debut video of his personal favorite hero: All Might. Watching this video is the first time Midoriya has a “System overloading. Shutting down” moment. Shouto has an absolute panic attack, because if Midoriya reboots and his memories are wiped, then he’ll have lost the best friend he ever had. But Midoriya restarts and he’s fine. He explains that sometimes he shuts down, to prevent a system failure, which would damage his…idk, hard drive or whatever. He quietly admits that the All Might video is very familiar, and he thinks maybe it used to be important to him. Shouto questions him about his memories and Midoriya theorizes that perhaps he has them backed up, but he isn’t sure how to access them. 

- This is exciting for Shouto, because he thinks maybe if Midoriya experiences more “triggers,” like the video, he might regain his memories and be able to shed some light on the general mystery of where he came from/who made him/what his purpose is. Whenever Endeavor is away, he tries to sneak Midoriya out, so he can see the real world. He isn’t too concerned about his ears, because in a world of quirks, there are plenty of odd looking people around. So far he’s been wearing Todoroki’s clothes, which a little too big on him, so they go shopping and get him clothes. None of their outings seem to trigger anything, except one time when they pass a park where Midoriya and Bakugou used to play as kids. Midoriya grows quiet and seems far away for a moment, but he doesn’t overload and shakes off the familiar feeling.

- Whenever they see All Might stuff he’s just !!!!!!! He can’t remember why he likes All Might, but he remembers how he feels about him. The more All Might stuff he sees, the more his old feelings return. One day they pass a large All Might poster and Midoriya says, “I think maybe I wanted to be like him, once.”

- Eventually Todoroki starts school. He feels bad about leaving him, but Midoriya is content to stay in his room and occupy himself until Todoroki comes home. He’s part computer, so he’s a total boss at helping with math homework. He likes doing homework with Todoroki in general, because he likes learning. This is great for Todoroki’s grades because again, the teaching thing helps everything stick better for him. 

- The attack on USJ happens and Todoroki sees Shigaraki, who has a hand on his face, and he’s like, “Shit, shit, shit, this is the guy who threw away Midoriya,” and he has NO idea what to do with that information. Midoriya belonging to the LoV does explain the “70+ ways to kill” programming though. He tells Midoriya what happened and Midoriya is kind of whatever about it. He says, “Maybe I belonged to villains, but I belong to you, now.” And Shouto is like, “No, no, no, no. You do not. You belong to yourself” and Midoriya is just ????

- I think for the Sports Festival, Midoriya convinces him to use his fire. It’s sort of like, “It’s your power, even though its origin is Endeavor. Just like how everything I can do is my power, even though I was programmed by villains. Being made by villains doesn’t make me a villain. Using the resources they gave me doesn’t make me a villain. Being Endeavor’s son doesn’t make you Endeavor, and using your fire doesn’t either.” Todoroki turns off Midoriya’s safety, confident he has nothing to fear.

- Midoriya watches the Sports Festival on tv (using his blutooth, he can actually just hear the volume in his head, so he can watch silently). He sees Bakugou. Seeing him on screen doesn’t have a huge impact on him, but he does feel something. Fear, unease, admiration, and affection. He’s confused and uncomfortable, and ends up looking away from the screen whenever he’s shown for too long.

- Shouto actually starts making friends at school. Being with Midoriya has taught him a lot about being kind and the joy having other people in your life can bring. Still, he doesn’t trust anyone enough to tell them about Midoriya. He’s terrified of losing him.

- For the Hosu incident, Midoriya is home alone, probably doing something on Shouto’s laptop. He sees the breaking news and is just, “Welp, that’s where Shouto, the official best person in the world, is, so guess I’m going to Hosu to make sure he’s safe.” He leaves the house alone, for the first time ever, and just runs to Hosu. Idk how far away Hosu is from the Todoroki residence, but Midoriya doesn’t fatigue and he’s also outrageously fast, so it’s fine. Also he can see in the dark, but only if he activates his night vision, which makes his eyes glow. Not good for sneaking, but very pretty and cool. I’m not sure how he finds Shouto, or how Shouto found Iida, but I imagine Stain is like, seconds from skewering him and then Midoriya comes out of nowhere and collides with Stain (which is a big deal, cause remember, Midoriya is filled with metal parts and is super heavy). They fight together and at some point Stain cuts Midoriya and he bleeds, which for Shouto is like !?!??! And then he licks his blood and the paralysis works and Shouto is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Later, after the life threatening stuff is over, Todoroki has some seriously thoughts about this, because what if Midoriya is human? Or part human? That would be a huge development, and also kind of relief for him, because he sort of feels like he’s been falling in love, but he’s been desperately stomping down on those feelings, because he knows falling in love with a robot probably isn’t healthy. But falling in love with a half robot? I mean, Iida could be called part robot, with his legs, if you want to get technical about it. And Todoroki does want to get technical about it, thank you very much. If Iida is dateable, then so is Midoriya.

- Back to Hosu. They beat Stain and, after securing him, Todoroki tells Midoriya to go home, before his dad arrives. Once he leaves, he begs Iida not to tell anyone he saw him and promises to explain later. For ease of narrative, Native was unconscious the entire fight.

- Endeavor shows up, as does the Nomu. It takes Shouto but Stain rescues him. At the hospital, Todoroki explains the Midoriya situation to Iida, revealing that this incident was the first time he realized Midoriya had blood in him. Iida agrees to keep the secret, but urges Todoroki to tell someone. Maybe Aizawa. He agrees to consider, but he doesn’t want Midoriya to get taken away and like, locked up to be studied or something. He and Iida become better friends, bonding over almost dying together and sharing the secret of Midoriya. 

- Midterms! Shouto scores higher because he has an awesome robot tutor. He doesn’t actually care, but good for him regardless.

- Summer field trip time. Midoriya can’t come, obviously. I’m thinking during this time, he decides to sneak out of the house and explore on his own. He feels guilty, because Shouto would worry if he knew, but he just feels this draw. He feels like maybe his old memories were important, and he’s becoming curious. He keeps thinking about the boy from the Sports Festival and about All Might. He ends up in his old neighborhood. He sees his middle school and he doesn’t remember anything, but seeing the building makes him feel lonely and sort of bad about himself. It reminds him of Shigaraki calling him Deku, and the familiar feeling that gave him. He leaves and finds himself on his old street. He isn’t close at all to his old home - he can barely see the apartment building - but he can still see it. He almost shuts down, but turns away quickly and starts back the way he came. He doesn’t remember anything, but seeing that building fills him with overwhelming emotions. The strongest one reminds him of his feelings for Shouto, but it’s different. He can’t place it, but he knows he’d die to protect Shouto, and he feels like maybe he once knew someone in that building that he would also die to protect. Once he gets home, he realizes he’s crying. He decides to sleep and he dreams of green eyes and a smile that looks like home.

- Shouto is injured during the villain attack and goes to the hospital. Once he’s released, he agrees with Kirishima that they’ll go rescue Bakugou. That whole thing pretty much goes at it did in canon, except All Might never found a successor, so he’s more powerful. He defeats AFO and does not have to retire, though he’s feeling an overwhelming pressure to find a successor now, because he knows he’s hanging on by a thread.

- Dorms!! Shouto is bringing his boy with him. He figures he can hide him just as easily there as he can at home. Getting him in is a little tricky, but he manages. From there, it’s smooth sailing.

- Except not really, because living with 18-19 other people (19 if Hitoshi is in the class, which, maybe) is way different than living with 2. Midoriya is discovered in like, a week and everyone is freaking out, most of all Bakugou, who basically breaks down. He tries to hit Midoriya and screams at him, about thinking he was dead and going to his funeral and how it was his fault and having to face his mom and did Midoriya even think about his mom??? As previously mentioned, Midoriya just shuts down and face plants to the ground.

- Shouto finally learns Midoriya’s full name. Midoriya Izuku. A+ name. Very cute. He plans to use it immediately.

- Bakugou’s insight changes the situation completely. Now they know Izuku was once 100% human and something awful happened to him. They end up bringing him to Aizawa and explaining the situation and everything they know. Todoroki gets scolded, cause Izuku could have been dangerous and he should have known better, but he doesn’t even pretend to have regrets. Endeavor would have made him throw Izuku back into the trash where he found him. His best friend isn’t trash.

- Now the name of the game is helping Izuku restore his memories. Bakugou is a huge help, but patience is required, to keep Izuku from overloading. He remembers bits and pieces at a time, all centered around Bakugou. Aizawa agrees to let him attend classes, so they can keep an eye on him. He’s also hoping a school setting might trigger more memories. He meets All Might and he doesn’t even get to announce his system malfunction before he’s out. He sees him, starts smoking at the mouth and hits the floor. All Might is very alarmed.

- Tsukauchi is made aware of the situation. He wants to keep things under wraps though. If the LoV is aware Midoriya is out and about, they may target him. If they can restore his memories though, they may gain insight into the group’s plans. That being said, he thinks it’s only right that they tell Inko. They tell her they have information on her son and make her sign a contract, agreeing not to release any information. Once she agrees, they brief her on what they know and, at the end, bring in Izuku.

- Izuku has been talking with Bakugou about his mom, to prepare for this (he usually wants Shouto with him for these conversations, and Shouto and Bakugou sort on inadvertently become friends). He can’t remember her at all, but he remembers the face in his dream. He knows it’s her. While talking, he’s shut down a few times (which drives Bakugou up the wall, and also scares him a little, cause he kind of looks dead when it happens), but he thinks he might be ready to see her now. He’s brought in and he does not shut down, not fully, but he comes close. He definitely glitches a little, maybe doing a quick reboot, quick enough that he doesn’t even fall, and his voice comes out cracked and metallic when he speaks, and there are sparks in his mouth, but he manages, “Mom?” They both cry and she holds him while he tells her, voice wavering between sounding normal and sounding robotic, that he doesn’t remember her, but he loves her, he knows he loves her so so much and he knows he’s missed her, even though he didn’t know who she was. It’s very emotional, and extremely hard for both of them when they finally have to separate, because Izuku can’t go home with her. She’s allowed to visit though, and each visit helps him restore little pieces of his memory. Between her and Bakugou, he starts making enough progress that he stops shutting down when he gains a new memory, and he starts remembering his old hopes and dreams. He doesn’t remember what AFO did to him, but he remembers enough of his past to feel self-conscious now, about his body. He breaks down one day and Shouto holds him while he grapples with his identity, his humanity, and his future. 

- I’m picturing a scene where he’s crying and Shouto takes his face in his hands and explains all the beautiful things about him that make him human, and he finishes up with something corny like, “I know you, Izuku. You’re human. You have to be human, because I’m in love with you.” And then they KISS and it is ROMANTIC!

- He decides he still wants to be a hero and he becomes a real member of 1A, instead of just a visitor. The whole class helps him design a costume and come up with a name and in general are just like, “Cyborg Hero, yay!!”

- And that’s all I got. I think eventually he would fight the league, and probably retrieve his chip, giving him 100% of his memories. There’s a LOT of trauma to deal with there, because he was basically torn apart and put back together several times by AFO, but they do gain all the information they need to take down the LoV for good. And the Overhaul arc is in there. Izuku might still intern with Nighteye, because All Might is like, “Robot successor? Maybe???” and he wants Nighteye’s opinion. Nighteye can’t see his future, because he’s not fully human, but eventually he gives his stamp of approval. Eri is rescued and that’s a very personal fight for Izuku, because he identifies with what she’s gone through. And of course she loves him and thinks his ears are cute and his glowy eyes are pretty.

- Oh, and the School Festival. I honestly don’t even know what to do with him. He can learn any instrument just by like, downloading some YouTube tutorial videos. He can learn any dance by watching it once. He’s really strong, really fast, and can also operate as a speaker (though that can be awkward, cause it’s through his mouth, so he’d just be standing there with his mouth open). They might keep his role same as canon, idk. They’d probably all fight over him.

- I’m sure none of this was anything like Chobits. Sorry. I just think the ears are neat, really, and liked the idea of Izuku being a cyborg (Chobits isn’t even about cyborgs, lol).

Sorry this is outrageously long! If you want to write this into a full fic, feel free to use my ideas! Just give me a shoutout, maybe? And tell me about it, so I can read it!

[miraculous-ninjabird]

@ezlikessharks and I did another collab and this is my half of it!

You can find his half here

And the fic on AO3 here

Title: Communication

Rating: G there is 1 swear word but that’s it

Words: 1511

Kai+Nya+Lloyd sibling fluff

Lloyd isn’t really sure what he’s watching. Nya and Kai are sitting across from each other, and they seem to be communicating. Though it’s not any kind of communication that Lloyd is familiar with. There is lots of head tilting and subtle hand gestures. In addition to that, they are firing back and forth in a language that he was also unfamiliar with. If Lloyd didn’t know any better, he would have said they were using the Old Tongue. Except that was impossible because nobody spoke the Old Tongue anymore. Kai makes an aggressive gesture, and Nya throws her hands in the air.

“You take that back!” She huffs. Kai laughs.

“No way! I meant what I said. Totally true.”

Nya shoves her chair back and storms out of the room. When she pushes her way past Lloyd, he can hear her muttering about ‘good for nothing older brothers’. The whole time Kai is still cackling.

….What in the First Master’s name had he just witnessed?

Over the next week or so, Lloyd keeps one eye on the two of them. It turns out what he had witnessed wasn’t just a one off occurrence. Nya and Kai seemed to have a whole language worked out. He noticed that they actually seemed to use it the most on missions or during combat. That explained why they always seemed to be so in sync. All it took was a tilt of the head and a precise movement of the hand from Nya, and Kai was off. Or a single unfamiliar word combined with a sweeping wave has Nya leaping to Kai’s aid, working together like they are one person. The whole thing was very impressive. Lloyd couldn’t help but feel left out.

Why didn’t he know about this secret language? Wasn’t he part of their family too? That’s what Kai and Nya always told him anyways. So why did he feel like he was being excluded? Was he supposed to ask about it? Or was it something he was just supposed to figure out on his own? Or maybe it was so special to them they didn’t want to share it?

What to do, What to do? On one hand, he wanted to know what it was all about. Really, really badly. On the other hand, Lloyd didn’t want to intrude on something potentially private. He tended to steer clear of anything that could cause conflict between him and his siblings. The dynamic wasn’t new by any stretch of the imagination, but he still feared being too nosey could drive them away. That was the opposite of what he wanted.

Another two weeks pass, and Lloyd’s curiosity eventually wins out. At least partially. He runs a finger along the titles lining the shelves in Wu’s library, looking for something specific. It takes a while, but he does eventually find the book he is looking for. Plucking it from the shelf, he smiles. This should have some of the answers he’s looking for. With the intent to retreat to his room and study it, he tucks it under his arm. Just as he steps out the library door, Kai comes charging down the hall at full speed. Nya is hot on his tail.

“Out of my way!” Kai shrieks, attempting to skid to a halt. It’s no use. His socks get no traction on the polished wood floors and he slams right into Lloyd at full speed. The two of them go crashing to the ground in a heap. Lloyd’s book goes sailing right into Nya’s waiting grasp. Which would have been impressive except for the fact that Nya is also unable to stop in time and ends up tripping over the two of them. She lands heavily on his back and Lloyd lets out a gasp as all the air goes rushing out of his lungs.

“You know? We really should have better reflexes considering we’re all supposed to be ninja,” Kai mumbles.

“I caught the book. That has to count for at least something,” Nya counters.

“Yeah, but you’re still here on the floor so any points you earned from that are automatically deducted,”

“No way! That’s not how that works at all. Lloyd! Tell Kai I’m right!

“How about instead of that, you stop arguing and Get Off,” Lloyd grunts, struggling to catch his breath.

“Shit. Right.” Kai scrambles to his feet. He offers Lloyd a hand, which he gladly takes as soon as Nya lifts her weight off him.

“We didn’t think anybody would be over here. Sorry.” Nya grins sheepishly.

“I’m sure I can come up with a way for you to make it up to me,” Lloyd assures, dusting himself off. “Can I have my book back?”

“Oh, sure! What’s it for anyways?” Nya asks, handing it back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you read anything that wasn’t a picture book.”

“First, that's offensive. They’re comic books. Not picture books. And second, I do too read book-books! It’s not my fault you never pay attention. This one is about the Old Tongue. I wanted to learn more about it” Lloyd puffs, trying to hide his embarrassment at getting ‘caught’. He’d just been curious to see if that was the language they were using. He wasn’t planning on telling them about his research. His siblings don’t seem to notice his internal struggle.

“The Old Tongue?” Kai perks up. “If you want to learn about that, Nya and I can help. We both speak it and I can guarantee learning from one of us will be way more interesting than whatever that book has to say.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you actually know how to speak it?”

“Fluently,” Nya confirms. The book slips out of his hand, clattering to the floor. That was not what he was expecting to hear. Just because that was his theory didn’t mean he thought it would be true.

“Where in hell did you learn how to speak that?” He reaches down to collect the book. “I thought it was a dead language?”

“It’s not as dead as you might think. It’s not common, per say, but we grew up around enough people who spoke it that we both know it,” Nya explains. “In fact, it’s the first language I ever remember using.”

“When we were younger, we would use it to talk without others knowing what we were saying. But it was common enough the two of us ended up developing another, separate little system based on it instead.” Kai adds. Lloyd feigns surprise. This was his chance to ask about their secret language!

“You made up a secret sibling language?”

“Yeah! Would you like to learn?”

Lloyd’s heart soars, excitement coursing through his veins. Of course he wanted to learn!

“Yes!” He blurts a little too quickly. Kai raises a single eyebrow and heat rushes to his face. “I actually noticed something about a month ago. I wanted to ask you about it but it felt weird. I thought maybe it was private or something and I didn’t want to offend you or something. So I was going to try and watch you to figure it out on my own...that’s what the book was for.”

“Wow Lloyd. Way to make things sound weird” Nya teases gently.

“In all seriousness though, you should have said something.” Kai drops an arm over Lloyd’s shoulder. “It never really occurred to me to show you. Nothing against you. We don’t have an issue teaching you, right Nya?”

“Nope. Kai here doesn’t think much, obviously, but I’ve been planning to show you for awhile now. We’ve been busy and there hasn’t been a good time. That's all.”

“Excuse me?” Kai gasps. Lloyd giggles at his indigent expression.

“You can’t be offended when it’s true.” he points out. Nya smiles smugly

“Ganging up on me? So unfair. You’re both such ungrateful brats.” They all stare at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter.

“Alright then! Are you ready for this?” Nya asks once they get themselves under control.

“Totally,” Lloyd nods, trying to keep his excitement under control.

“Sweet! We can start right now. Let’s go back to my room,” Kai begins leading them back through the monastery. As he does, he starts explaining. “The language itself is only a very small part of it. Hand signals are the important part. So I’ll show you some of those first…”

Kai’s explanation was confusing at best, and Nya often had to jump in and clarify. By the time an hour had passed, Lloyd was no closer to understanding than he had been at the beginning. Turns out things were even more complicated than he had originally thought. Learning was going to take some time.

Despite the setbacks, he can’t help the stupid grin that stays stuck on his face for the rest of the day. Quality time with his siblings was always something he looked forward to, and he was going to appreciate every moment of it. This was going to be fun.

[wendimydarling]

Henry's characters as Greek/Roman Gods 😆

OKAY girl. I’m finally getting around to this. I did a lot of research as I’m not superly familiar with all of the greek gods and their stories, but I did a pretty good job I think, and I ran the list by @littlefreya and @agniavateira; they stan (for the most part)!

All of my info (including the quotes I will use) I pulled from this website, so if anything isn’t accurate, I’m sorry! Here we goooooooo!

Stephen Colley

Stephen Colley is Aristaeus, minor patron god of useful arts, such as gardening and hunting. I’m basing this off of who he was and his role to the family, NOT on the sudden acting career that was thrust upon him.

“In Greek mythology, Aristaeus was the god useful arts, such as bee-keeping and cheese-making, olive-growing, herding, and hunting. He was a rustic god, a god of the countryside and pastoral places.”

Aristaeus also would visit cities, see the problems, and find a solution, which is basically what Stephen did for the bitch he was in love with, to the detriment of his own heart.

Mikey

Mikey is Momus. the god of Mockery and Satire.

“Momus is typically depicted as a man lifting a mask from his face. In more modern art, he is depicted as a fool or king’s jester.

Greek tragedian Sophocles wrote a satyr play called Momus. Satyr plays were tragicomedies with choruses of satyrs. The plays were often full of drunkenness, sexuality, sight gags, and other forms of merriment.”

Mikey loves a good joke and to fool around. He didn’t take life seriously, he wanted to have fun. 

Melot

Melot is Dinlas, god of chaos and hatred. Dinlas was abandoned by his mother and banished to the underworld where Hades discovered him and turned him into an agent of darkness, similarly to how Melot wasn’t as well received by his uncle as Tristan was, and so was taken in by Wictred and used for evil.

Hades gave Dinlas a job that seemed right and good, much how Melot thought that he was doing what was best for the kingdom. Both of them sought acceptance and love wherever they could find it, and for both of them it was ultimately their downfall. 

Evan Marshall

Evan is the god Paean, physician to the Olympic gods. Paean treated everyone from Ares to Hades, he didn’t differentiate. This may seem like an obvious choice, but it goes a step further.

“The name “Paean” was also commonly used in a general sense to refer to anyone who could save people from evil or calamity.”

This is Evan. He was brought in by his brother to save their home from the evil that resided in that bunker, and he did what he had to, wishing to save not just his family but the family that lived there, regardless of what his brother thought. He didn’t differentiate, same as Paean.

Charles Brandon

Charles is Kratos, god of strength and power. I’m basing this off of the myths that include his lineage as the son of the Titans Pallas and Styx, which makes him a relative of the Olympian gods but not one of them directly.

“In this form, Kratos is seen as a companion of Zeus and the guardian of his throne. He is usually one of Zeus’ primary enforcers and is an extension of his will.”

This is Charles. Friend of the King and Enforcer of His Will, even when it means carrying out unnecessary vengeance, similarly to how Kratos was required to chain Prometheus to a rock to be tortured for all eternity after Prometheus stole fire for humans.

Clark Kent/Kal-El

Clark is Atlas, who was a Titan instead of a god. This might seem like an unusual choice, but hear me out. Atlas chose a side and lost, and because of it was forced to carry the weight of the heavens on his shoulders for the rest of his life. Clark too was forced to choose a side, and though he didn’t necessarily “lose”, he still had to carry the weight of that burden on his shoulders for the rest of his life.

“Atlas was known as being ‘stout-hearted,’ strong, resilient and only a little gullible”

Clark is all of those things. And when I say gullible, I more just mean that he’s so good, so innocent, people have been able to take advantage of him before. 

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon is Hermes, god of trade, thieves, travelers, and border crossings, guide to the Underworld. 

“Hermes was known to be quick and cunning and had the ability to freely move between the mortal and divine worlds. 

In some myths Hermes is also depicted as a trickster where he would outwit the gods either for the good of humankind or for his own personal amusement and satisfaction.

Both Homer and Hesiod portrayed Hermes as the author of skilled or deceptive acts, and also as a benefactor of mortals.”

This depicts Napoleon to a T. He played both sides to his benefit, and often “went against the man” if it benefited the greater good or if it amused him.

Captain Syverson

Captain Syverson is Zeus, god of law, order, and justice.

“Hesiod described Zeus as a god who “brought peace in place of violence” and referred to him as the “lord of justice”.”

There are many different character traits of Zeus that Syverson embodies: hospitality, willingness to avenge wrong, keeper of oaths, and he struck terror in his enemies. 

“According to “Work and Days” by Hesiod (line 59), Zeus was a carefree god who loved to laugh out loud. He was regarded as wise, fair, just, merciful, and prudent. He was also unpredictable – nobody was able to guess the decisions he would make.”

This also seems to me like Syverson. Although we don’t see him laugh much in the film, we do get a snippet of that smile when he greets Mahmoud.

“He is often described as a strong, imposing man with a regal body and long, often curly, hair. He usually had a short beard or scruff and carried his trusty thunderbolt at all times.”

Syverson is all of this except the long curly hair. His thunderbolt is the Beretta 92FS he’s always got tucked into his belt.

August Walker

August is Hades, god of the underworld. 

“Hades was depicted as stern and unyielding, unmoved by prayer and sacrifice.

[He] had a cap or helmet that made its wearer invisible.

His wife was Persephone, Demeter’s only daughter, whom he kidnapped and made his queen.”

August’s mission is his manifesto. He is unyielding in that sense; he will do whatever it takes to accomplish that goal, unmoved by the opinions and pleading of others. He worked for the CIA and they had no idea of his true intent, which makes him pretty invisible, and he would absolutely kidnap a woman to make her his bride (Trapped, anyone????). Although I think he would make her fall in love with him first.

Walter Marshall

Walter is the Hypnos, the god of sleep. Again, seems like an unusual choice, but hear me out. 

“Hypnos is said to be a calm and gentle god who helps mortal humans in their time of need.”

This is Walter. He is a gentle giant, who aids people when they need help the most. This is his job, this is his life. Hypnos lived in the underworld, in a cave that received no sunlight or moonlight. Walter lives his life in a similar darkness, his mind engulfed in the horrors of his job. Hypnos’s cave was surrounded by poppies and other plants that produce sleep, which explains why Walter always looks so tired. *cue laughing emoji*

Geralt of Rivia

I see Geralt as Heracles (Hercules). He did not choose the life he was given, but he used it for the good of people. 

“Heracles was known for his extraordinary strength, courage and cleverness. When his brawn would not suffice, he would call upon his wits...”

Hercules also had his Twelve Labors, which I equate to Geralt running around slaying monsters. Hercules often acted impulsively, and though done out of love, it would get him into trouble. Geralt does this too, though he would never admit it. His love for Jaskier, Yen, and Ciri gets him into heaps of scraps and trouble, which he is then often forced to serve his way out of. 

Thanks for this ask, @wondersofdreaming! Sorry it took me so long; it was a bit of a research project and I felt like I was in school again! 

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[iruludavare]

Nightmares should end. They shouldn't follow you to your safe places and creep through the door (although, to give Lysandre the benefit of the doubt, this is not Serena's home, but the Professor's lab) and they shouldn't be so utterly real. He'd hardly made it to the door, a stopping and starting of blood along the way, and he'd only just opened the door enough to stick his hand in, pushing it open only for him to stumble.

Having not been met by the Professor, but Serena, he looks down at her with a hazy nod, lucky that he can even identify her as one of Sycamore's pupils.

"So it's you."

His hand remembers where he'd gripped her wrist. Hard. He thinks about it, his fingers flexing oddly, before he simply collapses in a heap.

(from lysxandre!)

@lysxandre

     Late night knockings at the door of Sycamore’s laboratory are not all that uncommon of an occurrence. People seeking a safe place to hide out in for a few minutes, distressed trainers with injured pokemon, uncertain of where else to go, or simply researchers who had, for whatever reason, chosen to commence their work after the setting of the sun. She had gone to the door, her beloved Delphox trailing behind, with the intention of greeting whoever it may be behind ornately decorated wood with an equally as pleasing smile. With a warm look, gentle questioning, and the heart to aid them in whatever situation presents itself to her. Yet, it seems as though, on this accursed night, fate has other plans. A cruel, horrifying joke, and one that would serve as nothing else than a means to force her to use that poor, bleeding heart to aid the man of her nightmares. The source of so much pain, heartache, and sleep plagued with terrors replaying traumatising events.

     It is needless to say that, upon opening the door, and being greeted with the sight of him, Serena’s smile is quick to fade.

     In lieu of that sickly, expensive cologne, the scent of blood coats the air—thick and rusty, a mix of some drying and still escaping from wounds. Her heart lurches, stomach churns. She has half a mind to slam the door in his face, turn on her heel, and race over to the professor’s desk to let him know what is going on. Another, to spitefully hiss out that this is what he deserves, even if the heroine does not mean it. Yet all she can do is allow for slate blue eyes to narrow, waiting for him to speak. To say anything, so that the young woman might discern if this man, this monster, is willing to accept her help, or if Lysandre thinks he is entitled to it.

     Her form flinches when she catches his fingers twitching, a single step back and the slight shutting of the door in front of her form, as though to block any lashing out that Serena so clearly believes he is aiming to try. A reaction which prompts the fire-type behind her to quickly fetch the twig hiding in amongst fur, and point it in the man’s direction. However, there is no action to defend the blonde from; no sudden movements from the blood-soaked man from her nightmares    

          “What do you--”

     Instead, before the words could dare fall from her lips, slate blue eyes catch his form dropping to the ground. Too ungraceful-- too ugly-- to have been an act. Why did he come here, of all places, she wonders? Moreover, just who did this to Lysandre, and what was their motive? Did someone recognise him, and lashed out? Was it a pokemon? So many questions run through the young woman’s mind and yet, despite the fear and hatred that festers in the pit of her stomach, she cannot find it in her heart to close the door, and ignore what lies before her. No, she thinks, that would make her too much like Lysandre. Had their roles been reversed, undoubtedly, the man would have left her to rot with some witty, cruel remark on fate���s dark humour, and how joyed he feels to see her in such a state.      But Serena is different. As far from him as a person could get.

     The monster behind her trauma or not—someone who had been hellbent on genocide or not—, she cannot just leave him there. And perhaps it is something that Daphne knows all too well, for before her trainer could dare take another step forward, a few cautionary words project themselves Serena’s way. ‘Are you sure?’, ‘What if this is a trap?’— perfectly reasonable worries, and yet ones that the blonde so reluctantly dismisses with a small lift of her hand. Lips press themselves together. No, it would be too dangerous to touch him, and carrying his form anywhere, given its stature, would be impossible for the ballerina. But he cannot remain outside. Not in this state—she could never live with herself, to leave another human being in such a state of suffering.

          “…Can you bring him in?”

     It is a question, of course, posed to the Delphox, and evokes an immediate response with a curt nod of the creature’s head. It would far too simple, really—she has lifted far heavier things with her powers before. And indeed, such a fact would be proven in the way that a bright, magenta aura slips from the stick in Daphne’s clutches, enveloping Lysandre’s form to lift him from the stone doorstep. And then, as the form drifts past her, and Serena finally turns to shut the door, a few words escape from pale lips, low but lacking in animosity.

           “Just… try to stay awake.”

     Their bad blood can wait later—until the drops covering and pouring from him are taken care of.

[davidleosworld]

Are e-cigarettes saving smokers or creating new addicts?

Ways UK government adopt against Vape or E-Cigarettes:

I don't wish to throw the word ‘addiction' around and believe vasoconstrictor is on par with caffeine. behavioural elements perpetually would like serious thought. A habit isn't perpetually associated with Nursing addiction. The term on the increase is ‘use disorder’ and it covers heaps of additional ground; not solely the habit-forming state. Smoking within America is right down to its lowest rate ever, at 14%, for the most part, thanks to individuals selecting a median ninety-fifth (per the UK) safer choice of vaping.

The US has lost its grip on reality when it comes to vape, for nefarious reasons of conflating it with the health risks of smoking, and other reasons like wanting a sin tax on it, to keep exorbitant and greedy paychecks going to anti-tobacco players, whose paychecks are dwindling because of people choosing to vape over smokes (so anti-tobacco lies and say it's almost as dangerous).

I selected to wean off combustibles, then move to unicorn shake vape. And, as another communicator aforesaid, I additionally am not tied to my cart vape and sometimes leave it home once out. If I do take with me, I exploit it minimally. If folks knew however very little I pay on carts, they'd most likely claim I am not a significant vaper in the least. What I’m although, maybe a forever fighter for our personal freedoms and rights of alternative.

E-cigarettes and vaping area unit greatly up the health of once smokers, per testimonials here et al., several with their doctors’ confirmation via testing. I don't believe vaping vasoconstrictive is habit-forming, however, think that anyone will have a disorder from therefore terribly several things.

Ways UK government adopt against Vape or E-Cigarettes:

The US is cracking down on vape and e-cigarettes while the UK is promoting vaping as an aid to cure their people of cigarettes. But where does the truth lie?

The smoking department of the UK has weaned smokers towards e-cigarettes and vape kits in the UK. There is a huge reason to do that, first of all, vape doesn’t consist of any combustibles which is quite healthier because no combustibles no tar.

Debate on Cigarettes and Vapes by Doctor Stanton Glantz:

“People smoke for nicotine but they die from the tar,” wrote Michael Russell, a professor in addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry in London and a pioneer of harm reduction, in 1976. His work laid the foundations for the introduction of nicotine replacement therapy – the nicotine patches and gum the NHS hands out today.

Quoted from “The Guardian”

Similarly, there is another scientist named Stanton Glantz. His research says that smokers should use cigarettes instead of vape for the sake of smoking. Why? Because his theory was based on smoking nicotine but not on having a mouth full of fruit salad plus he tweeted in 2018 which was quite mind-boggling.

After this tweet by Dr Stanton Glantz, he claimed that the use of vaping results in doubling your health. The above tweet isn’t a blatant lie, it explains the true meaning of how vaping is turning the house of hearts into the house of tar.

Similarly, like this tweet, he retweeted on the same topic.

This also is not a blatant lie either. But not a true story either. Why? Because Dr Stanton Glantz incredibly misleading you all in the case of smoking vape and e-cigs. How is that possible? Well, if we assume that Dr Glantz research and data is correct, then it shows that on a daily basis the e-cigarette users have a 79% increase in the odds of a heart attack. But actually, the percentage of heart attacks among smokers is 172%. On the basis of these factors, it is stated that if a person switches to magic bar vape there are much fewer chances to lower his odds of a heart attack. Therefore, as researchers say  that once again Dr Stanton Glantz data on the paper are in direct contradiction.

The Research of Michael Russell:

Michael Russell chose the subject of cigarettes for his thesis in 1976. He was a professor in addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry in London. Michael Russell wanted to invent a lower-tar cigarette that contained a high amount of nicotine which can hit high to the smokers without inhaling more deeply.

But because Michael Russell died in 2009, a company named RJ Reynolds claimed the idea and funded the project although the rights were owned by British American Tobacco (BAT). As we know about making a cigarette that contains nicotine with less tar called Vape which is legal in the UK using a liquid called “E-Liquid UK”.

Therefore, the e-liquid used in the e-cigarettes with a coil using a battery that heats up the coil using different voltages turns into a smoky experience with no tar sticking in your lungs. Later these e-cigarettes multiplied into various brands, for instance, GST Plus Vape Disposable Device and elux legend 3500 puffs. Now you can enjoy a brand-new smoking experience, using these products and can increase your health.

[catcodemon]

I had to put my kitty down a few days ago. I was just looking for some Inky comforting Doomguy fluff 😞

i’m so sorry to hear!! :[ i chugged this out as soon as i could. hope it helps, even if just a little bit!! <3

[ao3 link]

He veritably jolts awake as the dream abruptly cuts off, leaving him to panic. His breathing is ragged and uneven; his arms trembling. One hand palms over his heart, feeling it pound wildly beneath his skin. He tries to calm himself, taking deep breaths evenly, but the unnerving fear and terror that linger keep him from doing so.

Slouching over, he holds his head i n his hands miserably. Even here, where he is safe and sound, the horrors of what he has seen still haunt him.

For a split moment, he does panic. He’s alone. Where is Vega?

Instantly, the opportunistic voice in the back of his mind speaks up. Gone, it hisses. He has finally realized how pathetic and monstrous you are. Why would he want a killer in his life? He doesn’t need that; he doesn’t need you.

He tries to counter it with reason. No, Vega is not ‘gone’. He’s likely in the main room researching. No, Vega would not leave him like this. No, Vega does not ‘need’ him, but he wouldn’t leave for that reason.

A feeble sound distracts him from his fretting. He looks down to see Inky trotting over to him, tail held high and curled at the tip. As she approaches, she chirps to him.

He stoops over to pick her up when she is close enough. She goes willingly, turning to putty in his arms. Carefully, he shifts her to cradle her safely. Once she is situated, she leans into his chest and starts a steady purr. The sound soothes him, but the antsy, anxious feelings remain within him.

A walk, he thinks. A walk would help. He rises from the edge of the bed, Inky still in his arms, and heads for the door. It whooshes open as he nears; for once, it seems, Inky is not startled by it. Both he and Vega are well aware that the sudden movements are prone to startling her, but when in company, it appears to not affect her. In some cliche way, he is comforting her as well.

He steps through the doorway silently. A good wander around the Fortress would take his mind off of things.

The Fortress is quiet as he meanders aimlessly through it. Hayden blessedly keeps his mouth shut, for once. The silence and the cool air brushing against his skin help calm him down steadily. Inky’s incessant rumbling is an additional aid he enjoys. 

He finds himself at the grand bay window in the main hall. Outside, the stars glitter as they always have. Asteroids drift by, thankfully missing the area by a wide girth. Were he not so exhausted, he would try to recollect on the names of the stars Vega had taught him prior.

Wordlessly, he slumps to the floor, back against the thick window pane. Inky squirms in his arms restlessly, eventually wriggling herself free to pad around him. His arms cross on his propped-up knees, wrists hanging loosely. His mind still is swarming with apprehension and anxiety, but at least the physical effects have disappeared.

Again, he is distracted. A wet nose nudges his ear, whiskers brushing his face, making him reflexively shake his head and lean away. Inky is not one to be ignored, however, as she persistently follows his retreating. Eventually, he relents, holding still and letting her brush against his cheeks and temples. She does so mirthfully, the purr now tangible where parts of her body lean into his. 

Half-heartedly, he huffs at her, one hand rising to gently nudge the tickling feelings away from his face. Inky easily dodges the slow, uncoordinated attempt, swooping back in to knock her forehead against his. A show of affection? He does not know how purposefully knocking one’s head against another’s would be seen as a display of affection or love, but he takes it at face value. He leans into her, her head pressing even more into his. Soon, she starts swiping her face against his, rubbing her cheeks against his own lean cheekbones and chin. 

An amused sound escapes him, against his best efforts to stay quiet. Inky pauses at the noise, ears pricked, before she returns in full-force, hell-bent on wringing more sounds out of him, it seems. Her forepaws come up to rest on his upper thigh, granting her easier access to his head. A rough tongue runs against his cheek, something he is still working on growing accustomed to from her--the unexpected rasp of her tongue had startled him the first time he felt it, though he has since grown more comfortable with it. 

Inky seems content to ‘groom’ him from this angle, cleaning every inch of his face that she could reach. The sensation lulls him back into a doze, head steadily drooping under her ministrations. 

At a pause in her work, his eyes crack back open. She has since stopped cleaning him, instead calmly gazing at the outside of the Fortress. He follows suit, twisting to face the window properly. The shimmering of the stars and the colors of the space around and between them is comforting to take in. For so long he has seen nothing but charred, scarred wastelands in the wake of the demonic invasions.

He feels himself disconnecting from his body once more, and Inky is once again quick to catch him. She crawls into his lap, staring at him face-to-face. He looks down at her, to which she bunts her head against his again. Satisfied that she has caught his attention again, she untangles herself from his legs and stands patiently. When he does not catch on, she pads towards the door to the bedroom, turning once more to wait for him. 

Gingerly, he rises, joints protesting at the movement after so long spent sitting. She waits for him calmly, green eyes watching his fumbling movements. When he is standing once more, she pads over to rub against the outside of his calves, tail curling happily at the tip to twist around his knees.

He stumbles back to the room, Inky thankfully untangling herself from his legs while he walks. She leads him back, though pausing to let his movements alert the sensors to open the door. Inside, he hardly makes it back to the bed before collapsing in a heap.

As predicted, Inky is quickly there herself. She hops up nimbly to sit next to him as he gets comfortable on the blankets, then takes up her place in the crook of his arm. His hand blindly seeks her out, coming to rest when his fingers tangle in thick, dark fur. He can feel the rumbling starting up again, easing him further into a daze.

She certainly has to know more than she lets on, he thinks as his eyelids droop shut. Far too intuitive than an average cat. Perhaps she is some sort of guardian angel.

[crqstalite]

after adamant.

ugly little fic that i wrote in the middle of the night a while ago and shared with a friend. post-adamant about my inquisitor trying to rationalize their losses at the fortress and in the fade. nothing’s capitalized, so if that annoys you, this isn’t the little fic for you.

chose not to use warnings? im not quite sure what to use here, so tread lightly.

dragon age inquisition. 

-

she stays strong, after adamant it’s all everyone needs. she sees to the few wardens that had been at the keep, had offered inquisition aid.  they thank her thousands of times over, as uneasy as they are.

their senior warden, alistair, won’t meet her eyes. deep brown orbs looking anywhere but at her, even with a smile on his face. he thanks her, quietly. bandages wrapped around his side, muttering that he’d need to get a letter out to the hero of ferelden — tabris.

she leaves him, offering to let leliana find her. to let leliana send the message and get it back to him as soon as possible. he agrees, numbly is when she swings a leg over the elk in the morning, sun peaking over the rise in the distance.

she knows that look that settles in his dark brown eyes, that look that cries it should’ve been me. but she’s sure he knows what he must do now, to lead the wardens properly against corypheus. she thanks him.

he doesn’t say it, but he does respond that hawke’s sacrifice would not be vain. that shatters a part of her, seals her lips all the way back to skyhold. thankfully, marzeyna is lucky enough no one else is in a talkative mood. but they will be, with questions, with reactions, maybe with thinly veiled anger.

she’s not sure if she’s lucky or simply being lied to when varric seems more despondent than furious with her. he simply responds there are letters to write, to bethany, to other friends she’d made in kirkwall. they’d been close. she bites her lip hard enough to draw iron laced blood to keep from crying.

he hugs her.

though he’s not mentioned, marzeyna doesn’t make the request to send a letter to the mage anders. though he will be left in the dark, surely varric would know how close they’d been. the way hawke spoke of him, with a wistful tone laced with uneasiness, she doesn’t want to look into his eyes and tell him she was the reason reyna hawke would not be coming home.

she makes her rounds. to cassandra, to blackwall, to dorian. then to the others who learning of it secondhand, to leliana, who’d been hurt over justinia. to sera, to bull, to vivienne, to solas, who was fascinated about her journey into the fade.

she doesn’t indulge him. any other day, she might’ve, but not today.

marzeyna has to put on a brave face when she’s nearly hit with what she assumes to be a lyrium kit when she visits cullen. to think she’d thought she’d get any miniscule amount of comfort from anyone after her return, she would’ve thought, just maybe, that it would be him. but no, her nerves are shot and she’s terrified and can’t think straight. she hasn’t slept since before adamant, doesn’t even want to think about dreaming in the fade. and yet, she’s able to give cullen the strength he needs to go on. 

she wavers. her tiny form struggles to make it back to the war room after the moon has long risen in the sky. working, bent over the war table. they’d head out for the exalted plains in the morning. switch out her ground forces, get to work.

get her mind off the blonde woman that haunted her thoughts these days. piercing storm cloud eyes with dexterity over daggers that she’d never seen before. a determination to save mages from the templars that burned white hot within her, flames licking everyone she met.

her voice never wavering when she’d accepted her fate. a strong nod when she drew her daggers for the last time.

she shoves the knife meant for josephine’s diplomatic mission into the table deeper than she’d intended, grinding it into the table with a groan. her fire red hair falls into her face, her once tight ponytail loosening into a lump of curls at the base of her neck.

magic crackles at her fingertips, papers flying off the desk and fluttering to the floor. lelianna’s secrets, cassandra and solas’ requests, josephine’s agreements, cullen’s reports.

yanking off her gloves in front of the fire in her quarters, she grits her teeth when she can’t yank a swollen finger out of it’s respective sleeve. eyebrows knitting together in frustration, fire climbing her thoughts.

why hadn’t she been quicker? why hadn’t she forced them ahead with magic? she could’ve done something, done anything different. could’ve fade stepped them past the bastard. but no, she hadn’t done any of those things. she’d knowingly sent hawke to her death, not fought alongside her and alistair, but sent her away so she and alistair could get away.

the glove comes off, pain reverberating through her hand in waves. she kicks off her boots, the pair thumping away somewhere in the darkness.

she should be the one in the fade. running for her life, terrified in the darkness of the spiders she saw racing towards her. reliving nightmare after nightmare.

marzeyna was a mage. she could’ve handled it longer before she went mad. reyna was not, she was a young woman from kirkwall. a rogue no less. so stupid, marzeyna should’ve been the one to stay behind. from what little she understood of the tensions between varric and cassandra, hawke could’ve been the inquisitor. hell she probably was supposed to be. or alistair’s love, tabris.

both were older, wiser than she was. with only twenty five years on her, she wonders if some God with a sick sense of humor had decided it should be her. things had only gone wrong when she appeared in haven, half alive and delirious. justinia had died, the mage/templar conflict in the hinterlands that she couldn’t solve, alexius.

then they lost haven. and so many people. the smell of wood burning around her and screams of people being cut down by red templars. her advisors asking for orders, her mind spiraling in a thousand different directions.

she wonders if cullen saw the terrified look in her eyes when he’d spoken to her. saw her fumbling for answers, saw the little girl that had been given too much power, much too soon. had second thoughts about her being the so called herald of andraste. had wondered why he put his faith in her.

marzeyna lavellan. she was a mage. and a dalish elf. two of the most marginalized statuses you could have in thedas, and so many people still looked up to her. asked her what to do, trusted her not to lead them astray. 

hawke had trusted her. marzeyna had promised her she’d get her out alive, had promised she’d get her back to bethany. to anders. that they could do this.

she yanks a box, some sort of box, maybe empty off the desk and throws it, chucks it into the wall just off the windows. it crashes, shattering into splinters of oak. then something else holding an ink quill, lighter, easier to throw. that too shatters, ceramic maybe. it’s satisfying almost, anger and regret and everything in between flooding her emotions like a tidal wave. they drown her, choking her when she screams like a caged animal, chucking another small box into the wall. raw magic dances at her fingertips and lights her ablaze, body glowing a gentle white as hot tears slide down her face in rivers.

justinia. maybe. she’s needed her and there was nothing she could do. she failed her.

every single person in haven believed in her. they needed her when corphyeus arrived with his forces.

hawke had believed in her. smiled at her. told her jokes. at first skeptical, as any non andrastian would be. but quickly had become her friend. her first real one that wasn’t asking her what was next all the time. someone she could go to when her advisors were too much that day.

her hands clench into fists in her hair, sobs heavy and heaving as she slides to the floor in a heap against one of the walls. now hawke was gone, and it was all her fault. just like it’d been before. another person who’d gotten killed because of her.

she’d tried to justify her decision. the wardens would need someone to lead them through this possible blight. tabris would need him when she got back with her research into the fake calling. 

nothing answers when she thinks about hawke. she can’t justify her death. she was a good person, supported mages to a fault. didn’t seem the type to kick puppies. was friendly to everyone, had a sister, had a friend in varric.

then, why isn’t marzeyna dead?

she has nothing. clan lavellan maybe, but they’d surely replaced her by now, it wasn’t as if she was coming back now. it wasn’t like they were clambering to see her again. she’s a mage, she’s already being persecuted anyway. and it wasn’t as if what she’d started with cullen couldn’t be forgiven. it wasn’t anything serious, he could meet someone else.

sure, she was young. younger than most in the inquisition. but others still had most of their lives ahead of them. she had nothing. no future beyond what lie inside of skyhold.

hugging her knees, the pants legs begin to wet with the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. the anchor was the only thing that made her important, that kept people from actually wanting to get her killed. people put their lives on the line for her. and she couldn’t even return the favor.

her nails dig into her biceps, curling in on her herself as a draft whips into the room. a shiver after the fire chases it away. 

then why is she still here? she’s nothing, no one. 

and right now, she doesn’t want to be anyone. she doesn’t go to bed that night, reading reports until she can’t. staving off sleep to keep from drifting into the fade against her will. eyes blurring and burning when she dresses herself in the morning, she avoids varric’s gaze following her down the corridor to the war room. josephine follows, rattling off things she doesn’t understand. nobles. treaties. alliances.

lelianna and cullen join them a few minutes later. if they notice her hands shaking, they don’t say anything. a glimmer of concern in cullen’s eyes, josephine outright with the words on her lips, gently biting them back.

she should be dead, she chants when they arrive in the plains, i don’t even have a right to be alive. she should be here, and yet i handed the situation to her like the scared child i am.

it’s the beginning of many restless nights.

[a-world-in-grey]

Take My Breath au - Roadtrip (Cleigne II)

-Sola doesn’t immediately leave the Tempering Grounds. No. She takes the time to sit and see to her weapons and to Genji, cleaning and sharpening them and using the repetitive motions to think.

-Noctis will be the Last of Somnus’ Line. Which means Sola will die first, likely at Noctis’ blade, either before or after he slays the Accursed. Their Uncle, no matter how many generations removed.

-And that, Sola will not stand for. If only Sola were to die, she could accept that. But to make her brother kill her? Heap the grief and guilt of Kinslaying upon his shoulders twice over before he himself is sacrificed?

-No.

-You can take my heart, you can take my breath, Sola silently swears to the Astrals, gripping Genji in a white knuckled hand, when you pry it from my cold dead chest!

-She breathes sharply through her rage. Answers first, then plan. Storing Genji in her armiger, Sola pauses to look at the remnants of Gilgamesh’s armor, the Immortal having faded to dust. After a moment, she takes the silver mask and stores that in her armiger as well. She’d leave the decision of funerary rites to Gladio, as Gilgamesh’s descendant and head of the Amicitia.

-The formal words come easily, beseeching for a meeting with the Messenger Gentiana. The threat of drastic action should Gentiana no answer immediately is far less formal and in no way reverent. Sola finds she doesn’t care anymore.

-There is a moment of dead silence, but then magic blooms across her senses like frost abd Gentiana’s voice sounds from behind her, chiding underneath the formal words of greeting.

-Sola asks Gentiana if what Gilgamesh said is true. Of the Healer King and the Accursed. Of Bahamut cursing Noctis to be the Last of his Line, to slay his sibling just as the Founder did. Gentiana tells Sola that she is not of Somnus’ Line, not since she removed herself after Noctis’ birth. By magic and oath, the Chosen King has no sister.

-From the smile curling Gentiana’s lips, Sola realizes that it wasn’t mere chance that Sola stumbled across that specific oath. But Sola doesn’t let herself think on that for longer than a moment - doesn’t let herself wonder how long Gentiana has been looking in on Noctis’ life - because Gentiana hasn’t said anything to deny the rest of what Gilgamesh said. And Sola realizes that it must be true.

-Sola tells Gentiana that she will not let them sacrifice Noctis. Gentiana’s smile disappears as she tells Sola that Noctis already swore to Lunafreya that he would defeat the Starscourge. Sola snarls at Gentiana, because the only time Noctis met Luna was when he was eight, and a child could not be held to a binding oath! Not even Sola’s oath of abdication! She’d reaffirmed it when she swore her Sword Oaths at her coming of age!

-Sola tells Gentiana she’s already broken one curse, pointing at Gilgamesh’s armor, and reiterates what she told the Lucii. If she will not aid Sola, then stay out of her way.

-She braces herself, prepared to defend against divine fury over Sola’s defiance and disrespect. The Astrals are not known for being kind, and Sola doubts Gentiana is any different, no matter how amusedly fond the Messenger is of Noctis.

-But Gentiana merely smiles and tilts her head, pointing out the scourge racing through Sola’s body, and the very limited time she has left. And if Sola didn’t know better, she’d swear Gentiana is offering Sola a challenge.

-Well, real or not, Sola’s never backed down from a challenge. Sola bares her teeth and tells Gentiana that she’s not dead yet. Until then, she has a threat to her King to cut down.

-And Gentiana laughs. Light and airy, wind scattering snow into flurries across the sunlit ice. Gentiana tells Sola to seek out the Infernian who lingers in shadow. Remind him of the sun’s warmth, and perhaps he will aid her. And the Messenger disappers, leaving Sola with the distant death knell and half a hope.

-Sola squares her shoulders and firms her resolve. Half a hope? She’s worked on less before.

-It’s not quite dawn when she leaves the Tempering Grounds. By the time she reaches the haven Cor has taken shelter at, her uncle has risen with the sun, packing up camp to wait for her, no doubt. Ice blue eyes rake over her appearance, and Sola knows she’s a mess, covered in dust and grime. But she’s uninjured, and her clothes are intact. Which reassures Uncle Cor enough for him to finish packing his things before he wraps her in a tight hug, fine tremors of relief in his arms that Sola doesn’t comment on.

-He asks how it went, and Sola produces Genji from her armiger. And Cor smiles, a small proud thing that warms Sola and she can’t help but grin back. Because even with everything, she defeated Gilgamesh. The oath she swore at ten, she kept.

-She splits from Cor there, and heads to Lestallum. And she is so thankful for keeping her motorcycle in her armiger, or she’d be walking. Instead, she gets there in time to take a shower and have a barber even out the hack jobs on her hair from Cor and Gilgamesh before Cindy calls her about helping out Holly at the EXINERIS plant.

-Sola agrees to help, because daemons in the power plant is all kinds of bad, and she’s surprised when later she’s joined by another Hunter. Over the radio she can’t tell who it is, but then the guy whips out magic and the Royal Arms and Sola immediately knows it’s her little brother inside the protective suit.

-Something Sola teases Noctis about, after they’re safely out of the plant. The Chocobros are ecstatic to see Sola, though Prompto asks about the haircut. Sola forgives the curiosity, because her hair used to reach her waist, but now barely brushes her shoulders. And well, Sola may or may not take amusement in the faces they pull when she mentions having to even out the damage that Gilgamesh did.

-That she makes not only Gladio but also Ignis choke on their drinks over dinner? Priceless. Sola admires the spit takes even as Prompto ducks beneath the table and Noctis doesn’t, squawking in offense as he mops up his shirt. Prompto snaps a picture of Noctis’ wet cat glower and tosses Sola the camera for safe keeping when Noctis lunges for it.

-It’s not until they’re back at Cape Caem that Sola tells them what Gilgamesh told her. All of it. It takes Sola that long to decide whether or not to tell them at all, because she knows it will only hurt. She would spare them the pain, if she could. But that would put them in danger, and Sola refuses to allow that.

-So she tells them. Everything. The Prophecy, Somnus and the Accursed, the Starscourge and her own infection.

-Noctis yells at her. Shouts himself hoarse and then wraps her in a hug and buries his face into her shoulder so she won’t see him cry. Gladio storms out of the small house, furious at Sola and furious at himself. Prompto... looks lost, as though he’s trying and failing to imagine Sola not being there for them. Ignis sighs, but says that he’d suspected something was wrong, but he didn’t know what and didn’t want to assume with so little information.

-And Ignis grills Sola for the information she knows, from Gilgamesh and Gentiana. Sola tells him everything, but she does leave out that she is no longer considered part of Somnus’ Line. She knows Noctis, because her brother is so much like her. Between his life and everyone else, Noctis will sacrifice his in a heartbeat. But put the life of a loved one on the line? Her little brother will fight the heavens to save them.

-Sola will not let her little brother give up his life.

-My heart. My breath. Mine.

-Thank everything for Ignis’ genius. Because Ignis already has half a dozen plans and possibilities to investigate, starting with investigating the Rock of Ravatogh for Ifrit when they seek out the royal tomb there. Sola points Ignis towards Iris, and tells him to contact Axis and Talcott - Sola asked Jared to research the Starscourge before his death. And Sola highly doubts her Glaives actually followed her orders not to split their resources to investigate. She knows her idiots. That gets a snort out of Noctis, and a thoughtful hum from Ignis.

-The drive to Ravatogh is somewhat tense, given the way Gladio is still pissed off at Sola. Sola tells the others to keep out of it, because this is something between her and Gladio. They aren’t camping at havens anymore - with Sola’s admittance that she can’t, everyone is willing to shell out the gil for caravans and motels even though they need to pick up a few more hunts to compensate.

-Ravatogh turns out to be a bust. Ifrit isn’t there, Sola cannot feel the well of magic that marked Titan’s resting spot beneath the Disk of Cauthess. They get the Royal Arm though, so it’s not a complete waste. And Ignis and Sola theorize that Niflheim may have found Ifrit’s body in the years they occupied the region. Given Gentiana saying that Ifrit ‘lingered in shadow’, and the rumors that Shiva attacked Gralea several years back... Sola states it’s possible Niflheim demonified the Astral.

-Ignis is skeptical. There’s no real evidence, but Sola cannot shake the idea. She argues that Gentiana said she’d need to remind Ifrit of ‘the sun’s warmth,’ and the scourge... it’s cold. The chill of no sun, no light or warmth, no life. And it’s the gold magic that allows her to heal, to absorb the scourge from others. Sola grimly tells Ignis that Niflheim has been experimenting on daemons for years now - the Kingsglaive fights their daemons all the time, and those are the only daemons she’s ever seen out during the day, out in the sun-

-Sola cuts herself off at that, thinking hard. This is important. She can feel it. But why do daemons avoid the daytime, avoid the sun?

-She glances at her hands. Considers the leather covered skin. Considers the near instant feeling of sunburn ever since the infection set in, the way she cannot bear sunlight without pain.

-And wonders.

-But as Ignis reminded her, Luna was the Oracle. She could heal her without resorting to desperate measures. And Luna might even have more information needed to track down the Infernian, or could contact the Astrals to get the information they needed.

-Sola’s been watching Gladio. She knows he has a temper as bad as her own. That Gladio’s kept a lid on it for the oast few days? Impressive. But it won’t last.

-So when they finish dinner the night before they plan to depart from Cape Caem, Sola follows when Gladio stomps out of the house. A glance at Noctis has her little brother nodding and keeping the others back. Good, Noctis understands that this is a personal problem between her and Gladio.

-Sola finds Gladio running through sword katas. They argue, Gladio not wanting to talk and Sola refusing to leave it alone. Because Gladio’s firmly set the issue aside so it doesn’t interfere with his duties as Shield, but Sola knows that Gladio’s hurting and no matter how much Gladio buries it, it won’t stop hurting.

-Finally, Gladio asks why Sola asked him to protect Noctis. And Sola tells him that Gladio is Noctis’ Shield. Of anyone, Sola trusts Gladio the most in that position. Gladio’s snort is bitter and disbelieving. He tells her that he’s some Shield. How can he protect Noctis from everything Niflheim and the Astrals are going to throw at them if he can’t even protect Noctis from Sola?!

-And Sola abruptly understands. None of the others will consider it, but Sola and Gladio know that they might not find a cure in time. And if they don’t... If Sola turns into a daemon, Noctis won’t be able to strike her down. No matter how dangerous Sola is, because Sola knows if she turns, it’ll be nothing less than a powerful daemon.

-Sola lets her glaive fall into her grasp and tells Gladio to fight her. He’s worried he cannot protect Noctis? Then prove to her that he can, or Sola will relieve Gladio of his duty here and now. And Sola doesn’t have to tell Gladio that by ‘relieve’, she means kill. The steel in her tone and the hard edge to gold flecked blue eyes are hint enough.

-Both of them need to know that if Sola turns, Gladio will be able to kill her. Because if he can’t, the others won’t stand a chance. And Noctis will die.

-Sola doesn’t hold back. Gladio needs this, even more than Sola needed to fight Gilgamesh. And so Sola throws herself at Gladio with lethal intent, and doesn’t shy away when Gladio matches her blow for blow. She doesn’t stop when she grazes Gladio’s head, doesn’t stop until Gladio manages to get behind her and land a blow across her back, cutting from hip the opposite shoulder, even as she tries to dodge.

-Sola hits the ground hard, and doesn’t get back up. Feels her magic begin to knit the wound back together, a wound that would be lethal to anything else. And she cannot stop the laughter that spills from her chest. Cannot stop the grin as she looks up at Gladio’s wide amber gaze, his face pale with horror.

-Sola holds out her hand, and yanks Gladio down to the ground when he takes it. He hits the dround beside her with a grunt. But his irritation and horror fade when Sola congratulates him on beating her. When she tells him just how she beat Gilgamesh. Not through martial might, but through words. By leveraging Gilgamesh’s grief into getting the First Shield to surrender to execution. Sola admits to Gladio that she’s not sure she could have beaten Gilgamesh through strength of arms. But Gladio? She has no doubt he would’ve kicked Gilgamesh into next week.

-Magic finished knitting her spine back together, Sola sits up and calls Genji to her hand. She presents it to Gladio, and she somberly tells Gladio that he has no need to doubt his ability to defend Noctis. Gladio takes the sword, pride warring with guilt. Sola nudges him and sternly tells him that she tried to decapitate him three times. Nearly would have if he hadn’t ducked, and it’s a damn good thing he has a thick skull.

-Gladio grimaces at the reminder, feeling the deep gash she scored across his forehead. He says that the others aren’t going to be happy. Sola winces and weakly suggests not telling them. She doesn’t have to see Gladio’s skeptical look go know her suggestion won’t work. They’ll take one look at the two of them and know. She holds a fist out and says that at least they can face their doom together. And finally, Gladio starts snickering. He suggests they clean up first. Might help.

-Gladio’s right. They get back, and it only takes one look at the new scar on Gladio’s forehead for everyone to start fussing. Prompto asks what happened, and Gladio has a moment to see the smirk on Sola’s face before the redhead nonchalantly shrugs and says they beat the crap out of each other. In the dead silence that follows, Gladio manages to facepalm before Ignis explodes, scolding both of them.

-Noctis frowns, before he cuts off Ignis’ lecture with a flare of magic, and oh boy Sola can sense just how displeased her little brother is. Noctis looks between them and asks if everything has been resolved. Both Sola and Gladio nod, and Noctis purses his lips. He tells them that he expects there will be no repeat of this. His magic flexes, reinforcing the order, and Sola bows her head, murmuring a subdued ‘Yes, Your Majesty,’ alongside Gladio. Because this is not her little brother speaking, but her king.

-Her heart aches. Her little brother is all grown up, and it’s impossible to deny how much he resembles Papa. Especially when he shoulders the authority of his rank. The grief still hurts. The grief will always hurt.

-But as the tension fades and Prompto asks for details of the fight, Sola realizes that for the first time since Papa’s death, she feels hope.

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SPN Advent Calendar - Day 11

The Tangerine Bear

Day: 11 Giftee: @iashstuff-blog​ Prompt: Christmas Story Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Warnings: sad!Cas, sad!Dean Word Count: 1.247 Summary: Since Castiel is human a lot of things changed. Dean seems to be constantly annoyed with him and one day he takes it too far. Luckily enough he also knows how to make everything better again. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21760855

“Oh no!”

Castiel looks down at the shards on the ground, that was once a mug, that Dean really liked. Castiel had just wanted to make Dean some coffee and instead he destroyed the mug Sammy had given him for his birthday.

“Cas?”

Of course Dean heard that. Castiel hastily bends down and tries to at least clean up his mess, when Dean opens the door to the kitchen. He seems worried, but his face changes when he sees what Castiel did.

“Dean- I didn’t mean to.” Castiel tries at least to apologize, but the older Winchester seems already annoyed, his mouth only a thin line. Since Castiel is human, he doesn’t really know what Dean feels.

As an angel, he had always known, he had felt it himself. Now it only remains for him to guess the mood.

“It’s fine.” Dean finally says, before he walks over to one of the cupboards. He is probably looking for a dustpan and the brush. Castiel never really remembers what to do in certain situations. He sucks as a human.

“I just wanted to make you coffee.” Castiel whispers quietly, he doesn’t even know if Dean hears it. Dean had spent his day researching with Sam. They both wouldn’t tell Castiel much about the hunt. They rarely do anymore.

He feels more like their housemaid like this, but as it seems he doesn’t think he can do this ‘easy’ job. Castiel tries very hard to ignore the burning sensation behind his eyelids. 

Dean walks back over, brush in his hand, and starts to sweep the shards into one heap. Castiel reaches out for the shards and one cuts his finger. Castiel grunts and looks down at his finger. It’s bleeding.

“Dammit Cas!” Dean curses and he helps Castiel up, before he pushes him on a stool. Castiel continues to stare at his blood, while Dean gets their first-aid kit. It doesn’t really hurt that much, but Castiel knows that Dean will fuss over him now.

“It’s okay.” Castiel says, when Dean comes back, but the hunter is having none of it, he just grabs Castiel’s hand and starts to clean the finger. Castiel almost growls. 

“It’s not okay, Cas, and we both know it.” Dean answers and this time he is angry. Castiel wants to leave it at that, but Dean takes a deep breath.

“How do you even manage to fuck a cup of coffee?” Dean asks and Castiel gets up. Dean hisses a bit, when Castiel pulls his hand away. The wound is clean, but still not bandaged, but Castiel doesn’t care about that.

“It was an accident!” Castiel says and Dean snorts.

“Like the nasty wound you got from that ghost a month ago?” Dean wants to know and he sounds challenging. Castiel shrugs, angry himself.

“Is that why you never take me on a hunt anymore? Because I’m too stupid? Because I’m not enough when I’m not an angel?” Castiel knows that he is getting louder and apparently that is enough for Dean.

The hunter snaps his mouth shut and glares at Castiel. He already knows what comes next, it doesn’t make it easier.

“Yes! You know you can barely handle being human! Two weeks ago you asked me why you’d need to drink water! Try at least to act normal!” 

It’s quiet after Dean’s outburst. Castiel just turns around and leaves. He knows when he is not needed.

*

It’s almost ten when someone knocks on Castiel’s door. A while ago he would’ve known who was  waiting at the other side of the door. Now he guesses it’s Sam. Dean never comes to him after a fight. He loves to sulk and apologizes the next day.

“Come in.” Castiel says. He is sitting on his bed, in warm pajama pants and reads a book. At least one good thing about being human. He has time.

“Hey Cas.”

It’s Dean.

Castiel wants to tell him to leave him alone, but Dean looks extremely sad and uncomfortable. Castiel tries to smile but it doesn’t work. 

“Hey, uhm… I… Can I sit down?” Dean whispers and Castiel nods before he even thinks about it. Dean walks over to him and Castiel realizes that Dean holds something behind his back, Castiel can’t even see it when Dean sits down opposite from him.

“What do you want?” Castiel asks and yes he sounds a bit snappy.

“I have something for you.” Dean says and now he holds out his hands to Castiel. At first he isn’t sure what that means, because Dean holds up a teddy bear to him. Castiel wants to reach out, but he doesn’t. 

Does Dean want Castiel to cuddle his teddy bear to feel better? Isn’t that what human kids do?

“I don’t think I understand.” Castiel admits and he shrugs. Another thing about humans, that he doesn’t understand. No real surprise.

“When I was little my mum bought it for me and she always told me this Christmas story. It’s to this day my favorite one.” Dean explains and Castiel is still not sure what this is all about, but it really looks as if this is something important to Dean. So he’d listen.

“Tell me the story?” Castiel whispers and Dean nods, before he crawls over the bed and sits down next to Castiel at the headboard. Castiel takes the teddy, when Dean holds him out again. He is warm and soft.

“It’s a story about the tangerine bear. He has his mouth sewn upside down, so he looks as if he is frowning.” Dean says and points at the mouth. Castiel holds the teddy up and sees that Dean is right. Castiel tilts his head, frowning himself at that, and Dean laughs.

“What happens to him?” Castiel asks, because he is sure that it’s a sad story. Dean smiles.

“Nobody wants to buy him for Christmas, but then he finds himself in a cute little store where every toy is kinda different and he realizes along the way that he isn’t broken. He is different and that’s okay and… if other people don’t understand that, then that’s their problem and not his.” Dean explains quietly. 

Castiel isn’t sure what to say, because Dean is wiping over his eyes.

“I didn’t have any friends when I was in kindergarten and I always… I hoped to find my own home, just like the tangerine bear. Where we all would be weird.” Dean says and when he looks up his green eyes are wet.

He looks beautiful.

“Dean…”

“No Cas. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t the ‘normal’ human and I’m glad you aren’t. It’s okay to be weird, hell I love it when you get excited over bees. You know that I’m pretty idiotic myself, so… I just… I never take you on hunts because I’m worried. I don’t wanna lose you.” Dean admits and Castiel has to smile at that.

“You are weird.” Castiel answers and snorts.

“Seriously. I would never… hurt you on purpose, I’m just an idiot and I hope you can forgive me someday.” Dean whispers. Castiel kisses his cheek and presses the teddy, back in Dean’s arms. 

Dean blushes badly and Castiel snickers, before they both lay down on the bed. Dean still holding the teddy and Castiel has to say he loves the little frown.

He pulls Dean against himself and cuddles him. It feels just as good as the teddy and he thinks that is now his favorite Christmas story.

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DannyMay 2020 Day 27 - Buried

Yeah another one!

You can read it here 

or down below

Jack beamed at his newest invention. Maddie had finished up the final soldering last night and insisted that he at least wait until the morning before testing it.

He wasn't the best at being patient, but he did his best. He waited until the kids were up before running into the lab to fetch it. It was like Christmas morning finally having it in his hands.

"Is that new?" His son asked, eyeing the fresh invention.

"You betcha!" Jack loved it whenever anyone showed interest in his work, but it was ten-fold when it came to his children.

"So what does it do?"

"Glad you asked!" Jack held up the device, it was around the size of the Fenton Finder and its design lay somewhere between a handgun and a taser, but its use was purely for research. "This baby uses a high current of ectoplasmic electricity to stun a ghost into submission."

"So a ghost taser?" Jazz asked with a skeptical brow raise. “I thought you were working on non-lethal tech.”

"Now Jazzy-pants, you can’t kill something that’s already dead. Besides, its main purpose is to get them to divulge their obsession."

In an act of, admittedly, carelessness, Jack accidentally pulled the trigger.

He of course wasn't aiming it at anyone. He knew better than that, but the metallic kitchen table wasn't any better.

Jazz was safely at the kitchen counter, having just put a box of cereal away when Jack had entered the room, Jack was still standing, and Maddie was sleeping in this morning.

Danny on the other hand, was at the table, where his poor table manners betrayed him. As the current made its way to the connection point of his elbow his arm jerked forward and slammed down hard against the metal of the table. The spoon in his other hand was being held in the tightest of death grips.

Jack was horrified by the rigid form of his son but then was taken aback when he started to speak.

"I… I…" he stammered through the convulsions, "need to… n-need…" He winced before squeaking out, "help."

Jack fumbled with his device trying to remember if there was an off switch or not.

"Space." He heaved through labored breaths, "W-want to. N-need t-to." 

The machine ran its course and he went limp, collapsing out of the chair in a heap.

Jazz rushed to his aid, carefully propping him up on her knees and lightly brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Hey Little Brother, can you hear me? You okay?"

Danny's eyes fluttered open. His words came out in a slurred soup, "Well that sure was a shocking turn of events."

"Danny no." Jazz sighed. “Now really isn’t the best time for puns.”

“You know me. Everybody’s favorite joking cope-ster.” 

“I think you said that wrong.” Jazz gave her dad a worried look.

Jack set down his invention and carefully picked up his son. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s k.” Danny’s voice came out in more of a slur than Jack would have liked. If he hadn’t been a witness, he would have thought he was drunk.

He hadn't noticed the slight tremors that occasionally ran through his son's lithe frame until he held him. "Let's lay you down somewhere more comfortable."

"M'kay," Danny agreed, resting his head against his father's shoulder.

Cradling the boy in his arms was an incredibly easy task. He must be ninety pounds soaking wet. "Geez, how are you so light? You got a hollow leg or something?" Jack teased, figuring it would be easier on Danny to keep things light.

Danny smiled sleepily, "Nah, just a secret half. Uses up a bunch of my energy, but it's cool. We have a symbiotic relationship."

"Well, that's a new one." Jack chuckled. At least Danny was aware enough to be creative.

Jazz had followed them up the stairs and squeezed past to open Danny's door. Jack tucked him into bed and gently pried the spoon from Danny's grip. "I'll clean up the kitchen and let your mother know, can you stay with him?"

"Of course." Jazz smiled sympathetically, "it's okay dad, it was an accident."

He nodded knowing it was true.

It didn't stop the guilt.

[virzafar]

From the archives of The New Yorker, 04/21/12: “Stargazers” by Vir Singh

“I’m leaving,” Astrid announces as she unceremoniously plops a camper-style backpack down on her bed. 

Moesche looks up suddenly from where he’s lounging on his own bed with a government-issued book in hand. Astrid looks frantic with her hair in her face and the corners of her eyes puffy, looking like she just cried or she’s about to cry or some winning combination of the two. 

Moesche puts his book down as he sits up, trying to get a better gauge of the situation. Astrid is unrelentless as she starts packing, grabbing things from the closet without much regard. Too many shirts, Moesche notices, and not enough pants. Is she even packing socks? 

He watches her hands move, quick and unsystematic. She’s shivering slightly, keeps pulling her sleeves down lower. Nervous. She’s nervous. She’s leaving.

“Oh,” is all Moesche says in response. It’s not like he hasn’t seen this coming at all. Astrid hasn’t exactly been a happy camper since the president issued a nation-wide containment order, but they’ve been in this bunker for nearly three months now and Astrid’s disdain has almost faded, become background noise for an otherwise mundane life.  “Why?”

“Because,” Astrid says as she chucks a first aid kit into a side pocket of the backpack, “I can’t just sit around here anymore doing nothing. If the government isn’t willing to give me some answers I’ll go out and get them myself.” 

“Oh,” Moesche says again.

“You sound like a parrot, Mo,” Astrid says. 

Moesche doesn’t reply, taking out a lighter from his pocket and playing with that instead. The flame flickers on then off, on then off, on then off – he finds solace in the repetition of it. 

“Well?” Astrid asks. “Are you coming?”

Moesche looks up from the lighter at the guards standing by the doors leading outside. He thinks of the large fence towering over the Safety Facility and the unknowns waiting for them beyond that.

“Eh,” he says, running a hand through his curls and gives a curt shrug. “I’ll try anything once.” 

Astrid seems to accept that as she tosses an empty backpack towards him.

“I’m still a little lost,” Moesche says. “What makes you sure there’s going to be aliens at this place?”

“No, not aliens,” Astrid tells him. She sounds tired. “Information about aliens.”

“Fine. What makes you sure there’s going to be information about aliens at this place?”

“It’s called ‘Area 51’. The government kept classified information in it years ago, inaccessible to the public eye. It was eventually abandoned once their secrets became too vast to keep confiscated to a single facility, which is when they adopted Island Luesch for use instead. But there’s hundreds of official statements claiming that they never fully cleared out their facilities. All we have to do is get there, break in, and find the right files,” Astrid says matter-of-factly.

“And this is a theory you were just sitting on for a rainy day?”

 “Before they rounded us up, I read a ton of books about it as a part of my research thesis,”  she says. There’s a tinge of sadness in her tone, an underlying bittersweetness about the studies in history that she had to abandon. Moesche can’t say he doesn’t understand it – there’s very little he wouldn’t do to live just another day in the life he had before the UFOs made the sky black and turned society into a place to be evacuated.

“When was this 51 place shut down?” Moesche asks. 

Astrid scratches the back of her head, avoiding his gaze as she answers with a timid, “Around 2050.”

“Almost 80 years ago?” Moesche asks in disbelief. Astrid’s silence is enough of an answer. “You snuck out of the safety of government care to investigate a hunch from a place that shut down nearly 80 years ago? We might as well deep-sea dive to find Atlantis!”

“I know!” Astrid shouts back. “I know, I just – I don’t know. I have a gut feeling about this place. I have to trust myself. I need you to trust me too.”

Silence swallows them. When Astrid meets Moesche’s gaze again she looks decades younger.

“I trust you,” Moesche says finally, and he tries to sound sincere. Astrid smiles at him and the thank you is spoken without a word exchanged.

With that, she gains a new perk in her step, picking up the pace slightly from the casual strides they had been taking. Moesche follows right after, gripping his backpack as if it would fall off otherwise.

“Come on, I want to get through at least another two miles before we rest for the day.”

It doesn’t take long for them to grow tired of walking. Moesche spends a whole day trying to remember what his father had taught him when he was still certain Moesche would inherit the family body shop, but he eventually manages to hijack an abandoned car with three paper clips and some radio gadgets.

“Impressive,” is all Astrid says before she claims the driver’s seat. 

They switch off cars each time they run out of power, sometimes lasting longer if they find a working charging port on the side of the road. They try their best to avoid driving by other Safety Facilities scattered across the countries. Like scavengers, they keep moving out of fear of what may follow them.

At night, Moesche begs desperately for his subconscious to bring him pleasant dreams, memories of what Earth once looked like – greens, browns, blues. Instead, he gets blackness with snippets of dialogue he think he may have once said.

“I want a war,” his voice at age 12 echoes one night. “Life is so mundane. I want the world to see what I’m capable of.” 

It seems he’s gotten his wish.

He was most worried about finding food sources when they first left, though it turns out they have more food at their disposal than they could ever consume. With the government promising an endless supply of federally issued supplies in their designated Safety Facility, there was no need for the people to raid supermarkets out of blind panic. As a result, the two of them bounce from town to town and pick up whichever perishables appeal most to them with plenty to choose from.

Today, they sit on the roof of their latest ride and eat lunch in silence. For Astrid, this consists of a can of peaches and a jar of strawberry jam; for Moesche, a stale loaf of bread and a can of corn. 

“What’s your theory?” Moesche asks as he rips a bite from the baguette in his hand. 

“About the aliens?” Astrid asks.

“Mhmm,” he says. “Where do you think they came from? What do you think we’ll find in those files?”

“You’ll never be able to look at me again without imagining a tinfoil hat on my head,” Astrid says.

“I think we’re well past that.” To make his point, Moesche gives a wave-around at the terrain around them as if to say ‘look where you’ve gotten me’. Astrid laughs. 

“I have a few theories,” she admits. Moesche quirks on eyebrow at her as if to prompt her to go on, which she does. “Mainly, it’s that the government did this as a reason to expand their military-industrial complex. A month before the aliens invade, all of Earth’s world leaders finally sit down after a human history spent fighting each other to finally find some international peace and decrease military spending to effectively zero. 

“Then the aliens arrive, and after a century of the media brainwashing us to fear them, we’re willing to do just that. The government jacks up its defense spending to more than double of what it was to fight off the immediate threat, and eventually the UFOs leave and the people come out of their bunkers.

“But wait! The government insists that it keep expanding its military to get bigger and better technology in case they ever return. The military is left to stay rich forever, the people feel protected from intergalactic threats at the cost of trillions.” Astrid pauses to express a self-satisfied smirk before adding on, “It’s just a theory though. What do I really know?”

“Maybe a little too much,” Moesche says. He scoops another heaping of corn onto the bread and takes a bite.  It goes down dry and tasteless.

“I was going to be an astronaut, you know,” Moesche says. They lie on a field looking at the stars somewhere in Middle America – Kansas, maybe. It’s hotter than where they came from.

“Were you?” Astrid asks. 

“I just finished a summer internship with NASA when the aliens came,” he says. “Ironic, no?”

“Bitterly so,” she says with a frown. “Were you any good?”

“They certainly thought so. Offered me a permanent position after my internship ended. I said no,” he admits.

“Why?” she asks.

“There was something else I needed to do.” His voice breaks ever-so slightly at the thought as he clenches the grass they’re sitting on a little tighter. “I told myself I’d come back to it.”

“You still could,” she offers, though it’s laced with a kind of false optimism that neither of them can quite buy into.

“I’m not so sure,” he says. There’s a long pause as he stares up to the stars, and when he speaks again, he speaks with a whisper. “How do we forgive ourselves for the life we never got to live?”

They’ve been on the road for two months now. According to their heavily-calculated, maybe-accurate, please-God-don’t-let-them-down predictions, this means they should be arriving at Area 51 today. Astrid buzzes; Moesche might throw up.

“Maybe we should think a little more about this,” Moesche suggests. “Take some time to really hash out the details, make a more concrete battle plan, consider all possibilities —” 

“There it is,” Astrid says. Moesche looks up from the dashboard of today’s car and squints into the distance, only to be met with an imposing gray building barely a mile away. 

“There it is,” Moesche confirms. Astrid grins manically and steps on the gas pedal. Moesche holds on tight to his seat and mutters a prayer to a god he stopped believing in long ago.

They pull up as close to the building as they can, and when they step out, Astrid all-but sprints to get to the building as Moesche jogs behind her. He expects an electric fence, a pack of dogs, a well-regulated militia to be awaiting them at the entrance of this place. Instead, a door that’s only just pulling through hangs by a hinge that the two of them can push to the side with ease.

“Where do we even begin to look?” Moesche asks, but Astrid pays him no mind. She’s too busy walking towards a large filing cabinet with a stretch of tape covering it labeled ‘CLASSIFIED’. “Oh. I guess that’s a start.”

Astrid wastes no time, ripping the label off hastily and throwing it away with a kind of dying urgency. Moesche stands warily to the side, watching as she opens cabinet after cabinet and sifts through file after file, only to find nothing. He thinks perhaps this is a good thing, that the government is hiding nothing from them after all, that they can pack their bags and get out of here. With time, he could forget this whole trip even happened.

“Oh my god,” Astrid breathes so quietly Moesche almost misses it. She stands over what must be the hundredth file she’s gone through, and by the look of her wide eyes, it seems she’s finally found what she’s looking for. “Oh my god, Moesche. It’s everything I could have imagined and more. You’ve got to see this, this is absolutely —” Astrid voice cuts off as soon as she turns around. “...Mo? Why are you holding a gun?”

“You never should have come here,” is the last thing Moesche says before his fingers pull the trigger. The first bullet hits Astrid’s rib cage; the second bullet hits her head. She falls to the ground, hands splayed in front of Moesche’s feet. 

He steps over her corpse delicately, grabs the file from where Astrid had left it, and proceeds to unlock the bottom drawer of the cabinet. There, an explosive awaits him, which he bends down and programs to go off within five minute. He picks up the holo-phone from inside of his shirt, presses two numbers, then holds it to his ear. “It’s done,” he says. He flips the device closed and throws it behind him.

 He doesn’t look back.

[ravenwolf1132]

Family Matters

Ok everyone! Here we fucking go, my HP/SD crossover! For those of you who are not aware, I posted this on my fanfiction account a while ago then decided to rewrite it. This is the rewritten version. If you want to read the original, it's still up on fanfiction.net but I'm not posting that one here.

Now the story follows Harry when after his third year at Hogwarts ends, his relatives are out of commission thanks to a car crash. Which lands him at the Mystery Inc household cause, low and behold, one of them (a certain Norville Rogers) is his distant cousin. For there shenanigans ensue. The Mystery Inc are in their mid to late 20s and we have a nice heaping helping of Poly Gang since all four of them are married. Also, Shaggy is a werewolf and the entire Gang knows about magic, unbeknownst to Harry who is actively trying to hide his magic from them and does not realize they already know. So that's going be a trip and a half for Harry when it's finally revealed.

On with the show!

(Ok, I tried to put this in a read more but I can't find the HTML option. So uh, enjoy the long post I guess??)

Chapter One - Welcome to America

It was odd when Harry was waiting outside King’s Cross Station and the Dursleys had yet to arrive. Maybe they had finally given up and stopped caring? Fat chance, though, there were two parts of him that both felt relieved and almost betrayed. For the longest time, all Harry had wanted was a family that cared about him and when he was younger, he did everything in his power to try and earn a real place in the family. Of course, early on he realized that was never going to happen, so he just stayed quiet and did as he was told. In hindsight, perhaps he should have fought back against the Dursleys, do everything he possibly could to defy them, show them that he wasn't a failure or a waste of space, and if they wanted a monster, a demon, a devil, they should have gotten one. Though that might have landed him in Slytherin by the time he got to Hogwarts, maybe it was worth it, just to get some payback. Ron would’ve never believed him had he heard Harry's thoughts, though he was sure, at least, that Hermione would be on his side. 

Though, Harry would never get the chance to get any form of payback since, on the way to pick up Harry from King’s Cross, they had gotten into a car crash. Vernon perished on impact and Petunia was fatally injured. Dudley managed to get out alive with only a few injuries, but would never manage to remember anything about the crash and quite possibly, a lot about his life. Harry wrapped the leather jacket that Sirius had given him around his body as he waited for the Dursleys who would never arrive. It was nearly lunch when Harry finally gave up and started to walk. He slung the bigger-on-the-inside satchel that Hermione had charmed for him that held literally everything he owned in and continued on his way.

He never took the time to admire London, despite how many times he had been here and the fact that he lived just outside the city in Surrey. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder with her head tucked under her wing leaning against the messy curls on Harry’s own head. As they walked, Harry glanced at the tall buildings and marveled. Sure, magic was impressive, but sometimes, what the Muggles do, what they can make and build, and what they take for granted and seems mundane to them, is even more impressive. They built all of this without the aid of magic, and perhaps that was a good thing. While Harry was eager to leave his past in the Muggle world behind, it still fascinated him to no end. Same for Hermione and even Ron.

Hermione, of course, grew up in the Muggle world, but still wasn't content on leaving that world altogether. She went to summer school to catch up on the courses they don't have at Hogwarts and even started up a little tutoring club in third year for muggle-born and half-blood students, occasionally the odd pure blood, for Muggle classes. She did extensive research on how to be a teacher for certain classes and eventually had to ask the upperclassmen for help. The older Ravenclaws, especially the muggle-borns, took to the idea immediately. Contrary to popular belief, most of the ravens don't actually care about grades, what they value is the knowledge. Through hanging out with them, Hermione started to pick up their philosophy as well. She began to prefer her own study and learning methods over the teachers, only after she did some research on them to make sure it does work. She gained a particular hatred towards Snape, because while he may be a great potions master, he was no teacher. 

When he and Ron joined her little group, which had attracted attention from across the entire school, Ron was of course a little apprehensive. Ron grew up with an all Gryffindor family and a very biased one at that, especially towards anything that wasn't strictly light side. Sure the twins were an exception and perhaps Charlie and Bill, but still, whatever way you look at it, no matter how good they are, the Weasley’s are a biased family. However, slowly but surely, after being exposed to so many different people, from different alignments and houses and mindsets and even religions, Ron slowly began to let go of the biases he grew up with. It even got to a point where he could tolerate Slytherins and understand not all of them are bad, begrudgingly, but still. He found that there were many like-minded people he found in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses that were fascinated by Muggle tech and wanted to find some way to get it to work around magic. When Hermione saw the work he was putting into it and he found the motivation to actually do his homework from it, she left him to it, even encouraging him.

Last year, Ron would babble on and on about the things that he and his little tech group found out about, he even told his dad about his findings which helped him to finally get noticed amongst his family! Watching Ron be so happy and relishing in the feeling of finally being noticed for once, made Harry and Hermione happy for him too. They encouraged his behavior and it helped mellow him out too, no longer did he feel the same amount of jealousy or envy from being Harry's friend because he was being dotted and fawned upon now, and Harry happily took a backseat to this since he never really cared much about his fame. When he did feel stressed or had a bout of jealousy coming on, he'd smile and wait it out, trying to think about other things and often retreating to his work. Harry and Hermione could easily pinpoint what causes him to retreat, sometimes he's had a rough day, others he needs to cool off before he blows, and sometimes he just has this random bout of inspiration and has to get working on it before he loses the idea. He's grown accustomed to carrying around a sketchbook and notepad in classes so he can write down and sketch out his ideas.

A new dynamic had taken root among them. Ron had turned into the inventor, the strategist, he was the one to come up with plans and give advice should they need it. Hermione became the researcher, the one who keeps the others informed, not much changed here. However, while Ron may be good with long term and more permanent plans, and Hermione was their walking library, both of them had weak points. Ron's plans were great and all, but you can't change them on the fly easily, and Hermione, while amazing when it comes to knowledge, didn't know how to handle a stressful situation well. That is where Harry comes in. Harry is a quick thinker and very observant, he can work well under pressure and is at his best helping others. Each member of the golden trio balances the others out. Without Ron, Harry and Hermione won’t know what to do with themselves. Without Hermione, Harry and Ron wouldn’t have a clue what they're doing. And without Harry, Ron and Hermione would end up in situations where they can't get themselves out of.

As he dwelled on this, reminiscing about how far he and his friends had come, he realized he had gotten lost, and hungry. Pulling himself back to reality and the present, he looked around for somewhere to eat and get directions from. Noticing a small corner cafe, he walked in and up to barista.

“‘Ello there, lad,” the barista welcomed, “welcome to Cali's Corner Cafe, my name's Sally, what can I get for ya?” 

Harry turned his head up to the menu, feeling Hedwig's soft feathers brush against him. “May I have a BLT club with Turkey, ham, provolone, and extra bacon? Oh, and a couple of cucumbers? No dressings, please.” he asked shyly.

“of course, lad,” Sally said, “Any drink? Soft sodas or juice?”

“Just water is fine.”

“Coming right up!” She chirped. “Why don't you go find a seat? We'll call you up when it's ready for you.”

Not wanting to move very far, he sat down at the bar table. Thankfully, this cafe didn't sell alcohol, so he was allowed to sit up there. While he waited, he reached into his bag and pulled out a notepad for him to pass the time with. The spell Hermione had bewitched the bag with didn't require any sort of wand-waving to summon things from it, all you had to do while having a clear picture of the object in mind, was stuff your hand in and pull out once you grasped it. Though sometimes it doesn't always work, so you grab something that's the wrong thing. Thankfully, he pulled out the notepad and not something like one of his school books, summoned a couple pencils, erasers, and sharpeners, and started to work on the first thing that came to mind. Since he was hungry, he worked on a new recipe that he had been dying to try out. Sally came back over with his food and Harry pulled out his wallet with a Gringotts bank card and paid quickly. While Sally was handing him his recite, she looked over at the Tele. 

“Oh dear, how awful.” Sally bemoaned, Harry looked up from his half-eaten a sandwich and feeding Hedwig some of the extra bacon strips. “That intersection is quite dangerous, I hope everyone made it out ok…”

Harry glanced over at the Tele and saw it depicting a crash just a few blocks from Kings Cross. Maybe that's why it was taking the Dursleys so long? The more he watched, the more he began to recognize the victims of the crash. There was a walrus of a man hanging out the windshield of the car, obviously dead and very familiar to Harry. The two just barely surviving members of the crash looked strikingly similar to his aunt and cousin. But the thing that made him realize that they didn't just look like his relatives, was the license plate number, it was his uncle Vernon's car! He jumped out of his seat, startling Hedwig from her perch.

“What's wrong, sonny?” Sally asked worriedly. “Do you know them?”

“‘Know them’?” Harry echoed, “They're my aunt and uncle! I live with them! Oh god, if they're gone, where am I gonna go now?!”

He started shoving his things into his bag and Hedwig tried to comfort him by perching back on his shoulder and nuzzling him.

“Alright, alright, sonny,” Sally said, trying to calm him down. “We'll call a constable to see what to do, ok?”

“Yes, please do!” Harry begged, “And hurry!”

Harry didn't know how this had happened. The constable was a nice man named Constable Wright and was able to confirm that Harry was their nephew. Unfortunately, with no living relatives, they had to search elsewhere in order to find him someplace to live. However, they did find out Harry had a distant cousin in Ohio, America. They quickly arranged a short-notice flight to America after contacting his relative, a man named Norville Rogers, and having him agree to take Harry in. So, Harry went from a 10 hour train ride from school to Kings Cross, be in London for only a couple hours after finding out his aunt, uncle, and cousin are dead or badly injured and in no fit shape to take care of him, to an 8 hour flight from the UK to Ohio in less than twenty-four hours. What a great way to kick off the summer.

Harry was determined to let sleeping dogs lie when he got to America, but he couldn't help but feel nervous. What if his new caretaker was like the Dursleys? When the plane finally touched down, Harry grabbed his satchel, which managed to convince the constable that it was all he needed, and headed down to the baggage claim. Standing there, holding a sign with his name on it, was a very tall man, well over six feet, waiting for him. He had long light chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and his eyes were a honey golden color, he wondered for a moment if he were a werewolf. He looked ragged, like a more clean-cut version of Professor Lupin just without all the scars. He had a small beard on his chin and a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He wore a white tank top underneath a green flannel and had beige cargo pants and a set of black leather dress shoes. Sat patiently at his side was a large brown service dog sporting the signature vest and collar leashed to the man. That had to be Norville. Funny, he was expecting a lasso swinging cowboy or lumberjack redneck, not a scruffy bohemian hippie man. 

With Hedwig perched on his shoulder, Harry cautiously began to walk up to the man, silently praying that the dog wouldn't attack him on approach and that this man, his other cousin, was nothing like the Dursleys. The dog stood and with the sudden movement beside him, Norville also looked to the side. He gave Harry a friendly smile, but Harry's body had already frozen still and tense. The dog began to move forwards slowly and Harry could feel his heart racing, was it going to attack? His body hunched over, his shoulders coming up and he lifted onto his toes, keeping his arms tucked into his body and his knees loose should he need to run or fight the dog off. Hedwig noticed this and spread her wings enough so she could easily take flight and kept a glaring golden eye on the dog. The dog, whom Harry could see was practically his height on all fours, faltered a little when it saw Hedwig prepare to strike, but continued to come closer. Eventually, the dog sat in front of Harry and bowed its head looking up at him. So, the dog wasn't going to attack him? But all the other dogs attack him, why didn’t this one? Is it because it's a service dog? But aren't they known for protecting their master’s too? Looking down at the pooch, it was waiting for Harry to do something. Holding his hand out slightly, Harry reached for the dog’s head and went to pat it, he hesitated for a moment before his hand came into contact with soft, fine, fur. He visibly relaxed at the touch and scratched the pooch's head, its tongue poked out of its mouth and its tail swung lazily side to side with content.

“Sorry, Pooch,” Harry said, “I'm just not comfortable around big dogs, I thought you were going to attack me. Looks like your a better dog than all the ones I've met.” Of course, that didn't count Sirius or Lupin since they were actually people.

“Well, like, looks like you made a new friend, Scoob ol’ boy.” The man, Norville, Harry guessed, his cousin. He smiled at Harry, giving him a wide goofy grin. He held his hand out to shake, “Nice to meet ya’, kiddo. Name's Norville Rogers, but just call me Shaggy.”

“‘Shaggy’?” Harry echoed, tasting the word, it left a sour taste in his mouth, “Sorry mate, but no matter how good you are with the ladies, I am not calling you that.” Harry didn't care whether he was being rude to the man or not, he wasn't going to call someone the equivalent of having sex.

“Eh? What do ladies have to do with anything?” Norville inquired innocently.

“What? Do you prefer blokes, then?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Scooby snickered as Norville’s face reddened. Though through the look on his face, it was surprise and embarrassment, not anger, that caused it. Norville chuckled.

“Well, it seems there's, like, a cultural difference here, cause in America, the word “shaggy” means scruffy or messy.” He explained.

“Oh,” Well that made more sense, but it also made this next bit more complicated to explain. “well, in England it kind of implies you like to…” he looked around as if he were about to tell a secret. “That you like to have sex.”

“ah,” Norville stated simply, his eyes widening a bit. “Well then, I guess we need to find something else for you to call me then.”

At that moment, both their stomachs rumbled, Norville's louder than Harry's. Harry rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed, and put a hand over his stomach. Both of them laughed softly.

“After we get something to eat,” Norville said. “I'm starving and I'm sure you're hungry too from your flight. C'mon, I know a place downtown.”

Norville turned and started walking towards the door and Scooby looked back at him, gesturing for him to follow. These guys didn't seem too bad, maybe things will turn out alright.

[berniesrevolution]

Every Thursday night, a group of internet leftists meets at a New York City dive bar for weekly drinks organized by Sean McElwee, a political activist and think tank founder, who you might know as the “Abolish ICE” guy.

In attendance late last month was Glen Caplin, senior adviser to New York Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand and a former top communications aide on Hillary Clinton’s 2016 campaign. The bar’s TV flipped to CNN, and everyone watched as Gillibrand, in a pre-recorded interview with Chris Cuomo, proceeded to make news.

Yes, she responded to the prime-time host, it’s time to “reimagine” ICE.

Since its founding in 2003 as a unit of the Department of Homeland Security, activist groups have mobilized against US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, the federal agency tasked with imposing immigrations law around the country, arguing that ICE functions as an abusive, mass-deportation SWAT team, violating the human rights of undocumented immigrants. But over the past few months, a broader progressive movement has solidified, improbably, under a seemingly radical “Abolish ICE” moniker popularized by a 25-year-old socialist researcher who gleefully tweets about ending capitalism.

McElwee is part of the construction, in real time and at lightning speed, of a new Democratic conversation that owes more to Noam Chomsky than to Bill Clinton, more to Twitter than to white papers, and that is providing the intellectual backbone for new establishment and ambitious existing establishment figures like Gillibrand — something that makes some of the radicals nervous.

Since McElwee first tweeted the phrase in February of last year, “Abolish ICE” has transformed into a rallying cry, an anti-Trump protest sign slogan, and an issue fomenting divisions inside the Democratic Party. What seemed an impossible policy dream is now endorsed by some members of Congress, including likely 2020 contenders. Some pro-abolish ICE Democrats say that immigration should instead be enforced as a civil issue under a new, more humanitarian banner.

“Abolish ICE” wouldn’t have the same political resonance if it weren’t for two recent events that catapulted the movement into the wider consciousness: the groundswell of attention toward disturbing stories of family separation and detainments and the upset primary victory of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, whose platform included abolishing ICE, as McElwee documented in a March article in the Nation, where he is a contributing writer.

McElwee said that Ocasio-Cortez’s rise to national prominence has brought the idea to a much wider, less radical audience.

Now, “there are normie motherfucking progressives that want to abolish ICE,” McElwee said. “For so many young people, it’s like, ‘She’s like me. She’s young. She’s a progressive. She’s a Democrat. She contested the Democratic ballot line. She won the majority of Democratic voters.’ That's fucking powerful.”

Activists and political operatives don’t credit McElwee for conceptualizing the abolition of ICE, nor does he seek to claim it. “I am 100% comfortable with the amount of credit I’ve gotten,” McElwee said. “I don’t need one iota more. I’m fine with one iota less. I just really cannot emphasize enough — that sort of bullshit doesn’t really matter.”

In an interview with BuzzFeed News, McElwee heaped praise on groups like United We Dream, Make the Road Action, and Detention Watch Network for their work (he was wearing, of course, the Abolish ICE t-shirt, whose proceeds he donates to those organizations). McElwee also stressed that he’s just a guy who put two words together on Twitter and found incumbents and challenger candidates who agreed. If he is careful not to take credit, however, he is relentless in his promotion of the idea and committed to advancing the concept as far as it can go.

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