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x-blue-spring-x · 1 month ago

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Omg i dreamt that a random being came to me at night when I was in bed and started fooling around with my body. I kept my eyes closed because I was scared, but he was pretty good at it so I got horny and into it.

He started fucking me slowly but deep, with a long, smooth not too thick cock, and it was goooood. I started groping his body, because duh, and it kept changing between forms- from a super buff guy to something less human and more gelatinous??

Then he switched from my pussy to my ass, and to help the transition, some kind of soft and wet protrusion was rubbing my clit a lot like a tongue would, then he stayed in his buff form to fuck me like that. Omg it was amazing. He also asked me to look at him. Since he was staying in his muscley man mood, i looked and wasn’t quite sure what i was looking at, other than a buff dusty dark purple skinned monster. Whatever counted as a mouth came down and latched to my right nipple, sending me into overwhelming pleasure that i was simultaneously trying to escape and have more of.

I only wish i was able to stay in the dream longer to come. Alas, I woke up before that could happen. In any case, i kinda like to think thats how fucking a gentle sukuna would be like, except sukuna would have a thick monster cock obviously, and probably two of them.

Oh i just remembered! I was begging the monster to change his form to have two cocks! Imagine that, a cock for each hole, sukunas tummy tongue to play with your clit and grind on, and him trying to suck your soul out of your tit.

For some reason i felt like i had to share this with you.

I am so glad you shared this with me my bby! My first JJK ask I could cry!!

Here’s some very gentle Sukuna for you ❤️

He doesn’t come to you often, the king of curses, yet most nights you find yourself waiting for him.

Not a soul knows about your strange guest. Every shared breath is trapped between you and him in a silent lovers promise. The people in your village would be frightened, and admittedly you thought it was a sign of an impending apocalypse when you first saw him, stood at the end of your sleeping pad. Impossibly tall, four arms muscle bound and ringed with the blackest ink, his red eyes had gazed at you through the velvet darkness, seeking and searching for something unknown.

He smelt of death wrapped in a smile, cinders and ashes against the heaviest amber. Intoxicating, it made your head swim, all thoughts muddied and confused like the banks of a river after heavy rains. Perhaps that was part of his strange charm, the heady drunkenness you feel in his presence, enough arrogance to drown in and a wide mouth that curls across pointed, sharp teeth.

Still, the power he holds over you, over the lands your people farm daily, is enough to encourage you to spread your thighs for him. To give the monster softness, somewhere gentle to rest for a few hours before he disappears into the mists again. You would be lying if you said it was just that through. He’s insatiable, hungry and brimming with furious need, but beyond that there’s a curious softness displayed only to you and no other. For you are chosen, special above all humans. Marked in a way that leaves no room for argument.

Dreamlike, the low moon paints everything in a blue cast, cool and dappled through the thin walls of your room. The nights are drawing in, a chill settling over the forests and mountains surrounding the small place you know as home. Your breath is steady, a little tug of the sheets to cover your shoulder. Then you hear it, the creak of the wood under his heavy feet, a scent of smoke clinging to the midnight air.

Sitting up, you��re confronted by the full breadth of him, chest rising and falling rapidly with the promise of what’s to come. He tilts his head, cat like. Those duplicate crimson eyes blinking lazily at you, dark lashes fanned under them.

Quietly you shrink from under the soft cotton, inviting him closer without needing to speak. His nose twitches as he inhales, a smile curving across his broad mouth until his sharp teeth snare his bottom lip.

“So eager. Did you miss me?” Voice a low rumble, thunder purring beneath the surface of it, Sukuna regards you. There’s something burning in his face, a hunger that he’s never able to satisfy when it comes to you, so pliant and weak in his wide palms and under the bite of his canines.

Your response is a nod, shy and timid as it’s been months since you last welcomed him into your bed. The jet coloured markings across his body seem to grow darker, framing a jawline cut like glass. He lets out a low purr, padding towards your mattress while his stare narrows, taking in the flesh ripe for him, your body the only altar that’s ever seen a being like Sukuna sink to his knees. Your mouth meets his, hot and heavy, never the gentle soft kisses you expect from a moonlit visitor. His tongue flicks against yours almost at once, so greedy, wholly devoid of propriety or valour.

Sukuna pins your body beneath his vast one, lower arms making short work of your night clothes as he dominates your lips, sucking until they tingle and bruise under him. His upper hands find purchase in your hair, tugging your face closer still roughly, winding against your scalp until you let out a whine of protest.

When your eyes flutter open he’s watching you, both pairs zeroed in on your expression, as his broad lower palms grip the meat of your hips.

“Don’t be rough.” You whisper. It’s a strange feeling, understanding that no other could ever demand a thing from him without receiving instant death in result. He’s still holding your locks tightly, forcing your throat close to his grinning mouth. Sukuna doesn’t look angry, instead he seems faintly surprised, probably because the nature of your relationship has been mainly carnal as opposed to intellectual.

“I know no other way.”

His voice is husky, strained even. So carefully you run your own fingers across shoulders bound by ridged strength. He purrs again, this time lower and far more gentle.

You jump slightly as a droplet of saliva hits your stomach, threading its way along the skin of your navel. The mouth on his torso matches his grin, the huge tongue lolling and seeking out the hot scent of your tight cunt. Wantonly you angle your hips up to meet it, allowing it purchase on your mound until the wetness trickles lower and you whimper at the feeling.

Sukuna lets out a noise of fierce approval, rearing up to slot your pussy against his torso, watching the way his tongue immediately dives into the heat of your core, the thick muscle lathing unforgiving strokes along your seams.

“Fuck!” He exhales, lowered eyes closing briefly with ecstasy, pale pink hair bleached white in the low light. “My little human whore did miss me then.”

Always darkly possessive, Sukuna’s thick fingers bite harshly into your thighs, spreading you wide as his lower mouth traces circles on your clit. Gasping, you grip his forearms, feeling the tendons bunch and release beneath his skin. Lights start to pop under your eyes, knees shaking so violently it makes him laugh. A vicious chuckle without any shred of sympathy. Without warning his upper set of hands find your throat, tugging you upwards and into the safe embrace of his lower limbs. You moan at that, wrenched away from the pulse of his broad tongue, the spit mixing with your slick is so viscous it drenches the mat beneath you.

Sukuna lets a tsk out at your moans. Clicking his teeth as you struggle to collect yourself, so close and yet so far from the sweet release you’ve craved.

“On my cocks, or not at all.” Face to face his whirling stare glimmers, lids heavy with the need to sink inside you.

He spits onto one palm, wrapping an arm around you and probing your tight, puckered hole. Massaging and rubbing until he can slip one thick finger in and then two. Vaguely you realise he’s showing kindness in his own way, lessening the intensity of having to take one of his shafts without any preparation.

You can feel them, heavy and dripping with creamy pre-spend as they rest between your legs. Sukuna draws you up closer to him, binding your arms tight to your sides and sliding his cocks between your thighs, coating himself in wetness until a rasping groan leaves the back of his throat.

“So fucking drenched.” Briefly his tattooed forehead rests against yours, like he’s struggling to master himself. Then with no warning, he’s breaching your body, cocks probing and parting your sticky flesh until you almost feel them in your throat. It’s almost too much, you’re so full of him, his scent clinging to your skin and filling your nose like incense. You push backwards against his chest, asking for patience, for some distraction from the burning stretch of him.

“Shhh.” His mouth finds the shell of your ear, warm air making you shiver as he opens you up for himself. That vast mouth on his stomach finds your clit again and you keen, sympathetically rolling your hips as you seek the right amount of pressure to bring yourself down from the ledge of overstimulation. It doesn’t take long for you to grow bolder, digging your nails into his marked back, begging for a movement on his side that will send you tipping off the precipice of perfection.

“Beg me.” His coarse, deep voice sounds far away as he starts to meet your feeble thrusts with the power of his own hips. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Pp-lease!” You stammer without pausing to think. “Please my lord!”

Sukuna groans into your hair, lower arms still holding you tightly while his weighty palm contracts around your throat. He’s fucking you now without holding back, sinking deep until you drench his balls, the tongue beneath his mouth moving ceaselessly.

“Milk my cocks then, remind me how a human whore does it! Now!”

The command of his voice is final, your body is well trained to it. You cum hard, shattering around him as you choke out a cry, voice box pressed hard under his fingers. He doesn’t let up in his rhythm, but you feel him throbbing inside you, both cocks pulsing as you constrict. The pain of his bite to your neck only fuels the fire, and you lose count of how long he’s been buried within your cunt and ass, filling you to the brim with his potent seed.

When morning comes, he’s gone again. Only leaving the lingering smell of charcoal on your sheets.

Maybe you dreamt it, but you’re sure you felt someone pressing sweet kisses over your collarbone in the early haze of morning. When you wake you’re tucked up tightly, like he’s made sure to protect you from the cold even in his absence. A dainty, blood red flower sits on your pillow, leaves vibrant against the snow white linen.

Perhaps not such a monster after all.

He’s a big softy.

#x-blue-spring-x #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #reqs open #soft sukuna #ryomen sukuna

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crowning-art · 2 years ago

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TGCF SPOILERS!

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He really was just a poor little dude

“His Highness said to himself, ‘It’s okay, I had expected it, no one would stay after I’ve become like this. I can go on on my own. I understand now, I’ve always been alone!!! I DON’T NEED ANYONE!!!’

He's my poor little scrunkly boi, my little meow meow 🥺

I couldn't stop laughing at this, lmaooo just the image in my head is so funnyyy

But I didn’t immediately die, and when he started to act up, my three friends all started screaming from his face. As if they’d done something to him, he started yelling from an agonizing headache, and I was also screaming. The five of us were all screaming wildly, yelling in madness, like we had all gone crazy.

AWWWWW THEY ALL WERE GOUSHIS FOR XIE LIAN! MY HEART!!

Guoshi replied, “It’s them. So, I suppose you are also the disciple of my three friends.

There was something so terrifying about this passage:

“Finding ways to communicate with the friends who had become mountain spirits took me a long time, but after I succeeded, I learned many things. Turns out, the previous dynasty of heavenly officials didn’t fade away naturally. Instead, they were killed slowly, one by one, by him.

He…slaughtered the entire Heavenly Court, leaving no one behind!

As for the corpses and ashes of the heavenly officials of the previous dynasty, they’re all mixed into the foundation of this Heavenly Capital, trampled and stepped on by him each and every day. Right now, perhaps there’s also someone beneath your feet.

Especially when u compare it to the image of pristine white, gold, jade and the grand majesty of the whole realm and suddenly....it's not marble or jade you're staring at but rather the bones of the murdered and the blood seeping out of every crevice....how macabre...

I know it's just a translation thing, but the way the goushi's response was translated just feels so accurate, like yes, this is probably EXACTLY what he said lol I love it

Xie Lian suddenly recalled the strange attitude Guoshi had when he saw Shi Qingxuan. “Master!Lord Wind Master…the skilled fortune-telling master who told Shi Qingxuan’s fortune back then, the one who told his family not to host feasts, was that you?”

“Duh,” Guoshi said.

THE WAY HUA CHENG WAS JUST SMILING AND WATCHING XIE LIAN THE WHOLE TIME GOUSHI WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW SIMILAR JUN WU AND XIE LIAN WERE BUT HOW THEY WERENT BECAUSE HE ALWAYS CHOSE THE PATH OF GOODNESS AND HUA CHENG WAS JUST SO PROUD 😭😭

OK NVM I TAKE IT BACK I HATE JUN WU!! HOW DARE HE MESS WITH THE SHI BROTHERS!! HOW DARE HE??? UNFORGIVABLE!

Ummm....yaaa...about that....😅

“Since the existence of Wuyong could no longer be hidden, anyone who saw the Crown Prince of Xianle and the Crown Prince of Wuyong would think the two were very alike, so it was the perfect solution in leading it all back to you.

I...uhhhh...(thinking back to my theory that Xie Lian was an incarnation of Wuyong prince...)

I HAD THIS EXACT HEADCANON OF GOUSHI REPRIMANDING XIE LIAN FOR LIKING HUA CHENG WAAAY BACK AND I CANT BELIEVE ITS TRUE!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

Guoshi was doubtful. “Then…could it be…a trait from birth? Well…I never noticed. Hm…alright, this part of you certainly isn’t like him…”

And this part too!!

Guoshi leaned over to argue. "You cunning young man, don't think I can't tell. Aren't you exactly using the fact that His Highness isn't too learned in this aspect? Why don't you tell me right now, to my face, how spiritual power is lent? How many ways can it be lent, and how do you lend it?

What did you tell His Highness?

GUZIII!!!! AWWW I MISSED HIM!!!! lmaooo Qi Rong was such a mood, writing 'I was here' on all the walls and proceeding to get scolded by everyone and then having to clean everything up in a sulky manner lol

Oh my God, all the Goushi confronting Xie Lian about Hua Cheng were GOLDEN LMAOO

Guoshi was puzzled. "Your Highness, how can you say something like that? Your calligraphy was taught by world-class masters, how can you not tell the difference between beautiful and hideous? That writing is totally the worst of the three realms, not even the best teachers could salvage it. What exactly do you like about it? Did your taste fall apart?"

Xie Lian said, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMASTER, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANY MORE!!!

Gosh this part is so interesting to me

Suddenly, he remembered a long time ago, he asked Hua Cheng what Jun Wu was like. At the time, Hua Cheng's response was, Jun Wu must really hate him.

Like even back in the beginning, Jun Wu did treat him well and with kindness, but I guess it kinda makes sense cuz u wouldn't do what Jun Wu ever did to someone you love...

The absolute chaos in Pei Ming's palace was so funny thoooo, everyone just attacking everyone and Pei Ming is just FED UP lol literal party in his house

Xie Lian felt endless sympathy. In some sense, this was probably considered the misfortune of over-popularity.

Oh shoot....with Pei Ming going down to break the array...I think things are gonna start going down hill now officially

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #tgcf spoilers #heaven’s official blessings #heaven's official blessings spoilers #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf journey #jun wu #ch 219-222

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sukiglycerin · 4 years ago

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it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request: Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern.

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room.

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat.

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans.

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one.

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink.

“mighty boom,” he mumbles.

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.”

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale.

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later.

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser.

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work.

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart.

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again.

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue.

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bnha angst #bakugou headcanons #bnha headcanons #luna's writing

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notveryglittery · 4 years ago

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birthday prince (4)

summary: patton knows that roman is the bravest, strongest hero of them all. words: 1,500 / ship: royality (patton/roman) author’s note: this is part four of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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The sun was relentless in its heat, beating down on Roman without remorse. It felt like he was baking inside of his armor. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and he couldn’t help but squirm uncomfortably at the sensation. He held a hand up to his forehead to shield his eyes and squinted at the imposing mountain towering above him. He was mere hours from his destination and the prospect of being so close to completing his quest filled him with energy and determination. With renewed vigor, he began his ascent.

Time was lost to him as he progressed. He steadfastly ignored his aching limbs and focused instead on keeping his breathing measured. Each step was careful but sure, so as not to lose his footing or make a wrong move. Every so often, a cloud drifted across the sky, blocking out the sun, and providing him momentary relief. He passed by a number of trees, tempting him with shade and rest, but still, he pressed on. The higher he climbed, the more frequently the wind blew; this, too, helped keep his resolve up, encouraged by the breeze pushing at his back.

And finally, he found himself at the mouth of a cave. The sunshine only went so far before darkness engulfed the tunnel. He took a deep breath and marched forward. He drew his sword from its sheath and whispered “iluminar;” the blade lit up with a radiant glow, providing him a consistent source of light. While some rational part of him knew that he ought to move slowly and check for traps, the eager realization that he had reached the home stretch egged him on. Without really noticing, he’d quickly gone from a steady pace to a power walk to a dead sprint.

When he came skidding to a stop at the entrance of an open chamber, it was as if his heart was trying to jump up and out of his throat, and his breathing was strained. There, though, at the far end of the room and just barely discernible in the low light, was his love. A resounding thud interrupted him the moment he began to call out.

“Well well well,” purred his greatest enemy, “it certainly took you long enough.”

The Dragon Witch prowled back and forth, blocking Roman’s view of his dearest companion.

“Release him!” Roman shouted, darting along the walls of the cavern, and learning better the lay of the land as light fell upon the space. “And I might spare you!”

Her laughter was a rumbling echo, shaking bits of rock and dust from the ceiling. “You are funny, little prince. I’ve so missed your ridiculous demands.”

Roman stumbled, backed up, and leapt just in time to avoid the Dragon Witch’s tail sweeping his feet out from under him. From his side, he pulled a dagger. Without much aim, he threw it in her general direction, knowing at least that with a target as big as she, it would be hard to miss.

“Roman!”

Every thought rushed from his head at the sound of Patton’s cry. At the reminder of what was really at stake here, Roman came to a halt, and faced his foe. There was no saving Patton and leaving the Dragon Witch be. He had to defeat her in order to get Patton out. It was easier said than done, apparently. One beat of her wings had him knocked back and onto the ground. He slammed hard into metal bars and grunted in pain, blinking the stars from his vision.

“Oh, honey,” cooed a voice from above him.

An arm reached through its prison, one hand reaching forward to cradle his cheek. Lips pressed against his forehead, a kiss so gentle he wasn’t sure it was real.

“Show her who’s boss, sweetie,” Patton murmured.

As if by magic, all of Roman’s sore muscles and minor wounds were wiped away. He was emboldened by Patton’s gift, his strength invigorated, and he was certain now that nothing would stand in his way. He left a lingering kiss on Patton’s knuckles and retrieved his sword before standing. The Dragon Witch looked infuriatingly smug to have taken him down so easily and that, Roman decided, would simply not do.

As we expect most stories to go, our brave hero came out victorious. There were close calls — a claw too close here, teeth too sharp there — just as there were defining strikes — the final plunge of his sword into the Dragon Witch’s heart. She disappeared, scattered into ashes, and silence fell over the chamber.

“Woohoo! That’s my knight in shining armor!”

Roman startled, dropping his weapon, and darting for Patton’s prison. Without her presence to keep it locked, freeing him was no issue. Roman ignored that he hurt all over and instead, held onto Patton as if letting him go meant he’d lose him forever.

“I’m okay,” Patton reassured, taking Roman’s helmet off, and carding his fingers through his hair. “You did it! You’re amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Please,” Roman laughed breathlessly, clinging to Patton all the more, “it was nothing.”

Patton leaned back, taking Roman’s face in his hands. His expression was stern. “It was spectacular. I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“Patton,” Roman whined, hoping he could blame his redness on exertion instead of blushing.

“Let’s see what treasure awaits you!” He exclaimed, allowing Roman some shred of mercy, at least.

He took Roman’s hand and pulled him along, further back into the cave. The hoard was piled all the way to the ceiling, a good 20ft of gold, jewels, and trinkets. Roman shed his heavy breastplate before they knelt down, groaning in relief at being able to move freely and stretch properly. This also meant taking Patton into his arms once more, hugging him to his chest.

“This is my favorite prize of them all,” he muttered, pressing his cheek to the top of Patton’s head.

Patton giggled. “You haven’t even seen all of your options.”

“Hmm, none could compare to you, my heart.”

“Oh, hush!”

Eventually, Patton did manage to convince Roman to at least look at what all was laid out before them. The first thing to catch his eye was a crown, embedded with gems of every color of the rainbow. It was bright and it fit him perfectly and he never wanted to take it off.

“I’m going to make special bobby pins for that one,” Patton said offhandedly. When Roman gave him a curious look, Patton returned it with a knowing expression of his own. “You wiggle, dear.”

If Roman wasn’t sure what Patton could possibly mean, it was proven hardly five minutes later. They found plenty more jewelry: bracelets with charms that all must have been picked just for him, silly bandz that looked like they might glow in the dark, and colorful hair clips in all sorts of shapes. His joy at so many accessories led to plenty of head shaking and hand fluttering; the crown only just barely stayed on and that might have had something to do with Patton keeping a careful eye on it.

“You were my hero today, Roman,” Patton told him on their way back out. “You are every day, you know?”

Roman shrugged in a noncommittal sort of way, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to say thank you or disagree completely. His hand squeezed tight around Patton’s, though, trying to convey his gratitude. The sun was setting by the time they made it outside. It was chillier this high up on the mountain now and Roman no longer had his adrenaline to keep him warm. Not that he didn’t have something even better at his side to help with that…

“Wanna take the easy way home? I could go for some hot cocoa.”

“I like the sound of that very much,” Patton agreed.

It was only a blink and they were no longer buffeted by sharp winds but on safe stable ground instead. Whatever ailments Roman had suffered in the Fantasy Realm were left behind; now he only felt comfort, inspiration, and fondness. … Okay, maybe hunger, too.

Patton surprised him with another kiss on the cheek and then another to his lips. Roman didn’t let that one go, savoring the sweet taste of his one true love. While neither would have minded this lasting quite some time, their stomachs had other ideas in mind. They parted, giggling as their bellies growled noisily.

“Okay, okay,” Patton relented. “Dinner time.”

“Can we have pasta?”

“Sweetpea, you know we’re making all your favorites.”

“... Peach cobbler, too?”

“Duh!”

“I love you,” Roman said, as if Patton had just promised him the world.

“I know. Happy birthday, my knight.”

Going to bed that night with Patton curled up beside him, full on delicious food and drink, on love and precious reminders of everything he had, Roman couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

#sanders sides fan fiction #royality fan fiction #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #gifts for roman's bday #dani writes #this was like pulling fucking teeth god i am SO tired

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Surveys #417-419

Been slacking on posting these, so here’s like three surveys over the past few days divided up. I just don’t feel like posting them individually. Beware, it’s a long post, haha.

Do you believe that animals don’t have souls? I lean towards the idea that they, at least more complex species with actual sentience, do in some way. It's hard to imagine like, a fly having a soul, but it's a nice thought. You could NEVER convince me some don't, though, like my late dog Teddy, Sara's old chameleon Jem, and I could go on and on. Have you ever not been able to swallow pills? No, I've always been able to. If you HAD to change your first name, what would you change it to? Maybe like, Quinn. Something you don't hear a lot, for sure. Something more memorable. What are your thoughts on orange soda? Orange cream soda is BOMB. Man, been so long since I've had that stuff... Are you good with children and/or animals? Don't mean to brag, but people say I'm like a magician with animals. No matter what it is, I bond with it. Children, not so much. I'm awkward around them. Who in your life makes you smile the most? My cat, ha ha. If you were cremated, where would you want your ashes to be placed? Hm. Maybe high up in the mountains or in the Kalahari Desert. Do you plan on going to your high school’s reunion? No. I'm pretty sure I'd shatter from memories just entering the building. Would you want revenge on someone if they killed someone special to you? Or would you find it in your heart to forgive? "Forgive" my ass. They'd better get what's coming to them, even if I've gotta be the person to deliver it. Is there someone you are dying to see? More than I think anyone could possibly know. But it's probably better if I never do. Could you picture yourself getting married and having kids? Married, yes. Having kids, no. I could only picture that in one phase of my life, but like I called it: a phase. I should never be a mother, nor do I want to be one to begin with, so yeah, no kids for me. Do you like to take walks? If my legs were actually worth a shit, yes, I would, if it's in a nature-filled area. What are you listening to at this moment in time? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White. Did you ever kiss someone with a tattoo? No. Could you say something good about the last person you kissed? She's very resilient. Why are you single? Because 1.) I'm a very unappealing example of an adult, 2.) I'm not exactly very attractive, and 3.) I'm basically a hermit, so I don't meet people. Do you get jealous if your boyfriend hugs another girl? Hypothetically, in almost any case, I wouldn't. My imaginary boyfriend can have female friends. But I'll admit if it was like, an ex-girlfriend or something and it was a seriously intense hug, I might. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? Yes, but I mean, who doesn't. Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? You make this sound so scandalous lmao. Yes, plenty of times. I dated a dude and briefly lived with him for three and a half years. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. Who was the last person that you cried in front of? I'm sure it was Mom. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? Nah. Do you remember every single person that you’ve kissed? Yeah. Do you believe that the world will actually end? Humanity, oh yeah. The planet itself, given the infinite nature of the universe, also yes. At SOME point, even if it's zillions of years down the line, Earth is gonna get fucked by something. Are you socially awkward? I am the literal avatar of "socially awkward." Would you rather watch a comedy movie or horror movie? Horror. Who is your favorite actor/actress? MARK IS A FUCKIN' ACTOR, Y'ALL. Are you satisfied with your gender? Yeah. Are you good at admitting your problems? HA! Yeah. ezpz Have you ever had a hangover? No, never been drunk to begin with. Do you know any strippers? No. How many times have you dyed your hair? I ain't counting. What is something that reminds you of your childhood? Dinosaurs. Do you think you eat healthy? I try to. I have my bad days, though. Are you sick quite often or hardly at all? My immune system is the fucking MVP. I am just about never, ever sick. Has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality? Yes. Do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more? Chocolate, duh. Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? Nah, no biggie. Has your cell phone ever rung in class? Omg no, I woulda been mortified. Have you ever tried opening your eyes under water? Yeah, as a kid. Would you rather have a cat or a dog? I prefer cats. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Like... six times, I wanna say. What would you say is your favorite type of flower? Orchids, but I also love dahlias. I've actually noticed that I've really had a greater "thing" for flowers lately. Like don't get me wrong, I've always loved flowers very much, but I've just found myself more drawn to them than usual, especially when taking the daily hour ride to the TMS office. Do you watch Toddlers and Tiaras? FUCK no. That show disgusts and angers me so much. If someone asked you to go to war today, what would you say? Yeah, no. Funny joke. I couldn't go anyway due to mental health issues and a suicidal history. Do you own an old vintage typewriter? We used to when I was little. I have no idea what happened to it, though?? Hell, maybe we still have it somewhere, but I doubt that. Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Ew, does ANYONE like the smell of fish??? Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? I got a few pages into The Fault in Our Stars, but stopped for no real reason. I didn't not like it or anything, I was just still in my "I don't read" episode. Are you a protective person? VERY. I'm a fucking guard dog over those I love most. Are you a fan of penguins? Yeah, they're cute. I especially think emperor penguins are very majestic. Have you ever met your favorite author? I don’t have a favorite author. Did you get your mom or dad’s eyes? Neither's. I think my maternal grandpa had blue eyes, though? I'm not sure at all, though. When was the last time someone bought you flowers? Not sure. Has there ever been a murder in your town? "A" murder? Thems is rookie numbers for my neck of the woods, fella. This place is known for crime, and that includes murder. When falling asleep, do you ever feel like you stopped breathing? Well, I have seriously severe sleep apnea, so... but the diagnosis came as a surprise to me, because I never DID think this. But sure enough, did a sleep study, and in just one hour's time, I stopped breathing like what, 30 times? What's the last thing that scared the hell out of you? Stupid drivers. Do you have any life-changing plans within the next 6 months? I guess getting a job could be pretty life-changing. As of right now, how do you feel about your future? I'm very, very scared. Who is the last person you ran into unexpectedly? Hm, I dunno. Where does your grandma live? Both of mine are dead, but my paternal grandmother lived in Michigan, while my maternal one technically lived in Florida, but stayed in New York with her son's family a whole lot. I don't really know where she stayed more. Do you know how to read music? Not anymore. Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone special? Not so much the song, but the band. Motionless In White is one of his all-time favorites, so I can't listen to them without thinking of Jason. Sucks because they've been becoming one of MY favorites, too, so I listen to them a lot. If the person who has hurt you the most, said they were in love with you, would you believe them? I'd tell him he was in a love with a person who no longer exists. It's impossible for him to be in love with me now when he doesn't know how much I've changed. If Facebook made you pay would you still use it? Ha, no. Have you ever been recorded on film without your permission? Not that I know of? Tell me about your last boyfriend? He's a wonderful person. He's been there for me without fail since we became friends in high school band, and he is SO fucking funny. He's always cared a lot about me, and I care a lot about him, just not in the same way he does me. He's like my big brother. Are your parents racist? My dad definitely is. What is your least favorite subject in school? Math and economics both sucked. Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? Almost certain no. I'm pretty sure Dad didn't fight for custody at all, but it could've been something Mom just never told me. Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I NEVER could. Do you have any siblings you neglect? .-. As a kid, did you ever go to camp? I went to Vacation Bible School, if that counts. Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? Yeah, until that big news story about a dirty needle pricking a child. Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? Not to my knowledge. I highly doubt it. What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? Cheese quesadilla with fiesta potatoes. Rarely a pair of those cinnamon ball thingies. Ever consider a sex change? Nah. Do you eat whip cream straight out of the can? EW no. I hate the texture of whipped cream. What do you think of popcorn? Loooove. Have you ever dated any of your friends’ ex? No. Well, it's funny, Rachel (both Juan's and Jason's ex) and I are friends now, but definitely weren't at the time of us being together. Have you ever gone out with someone even though one of your friends liked that person first? If yes, did you feel bad? If no, were you tempted to? No. Would you rather be a rich musician, or a rich actor? Musician. What was the last charity you donated to? I don't recall. Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? I've told the "my friends and I saved hundreds of tadpoles" story enough times, so for this question, I'll just talk about when I would go fishing with Dad as a kid. Back then, if I got bored of actually fishing, I would walk along the riverbank and try to catch tadpoles and minnows in my hands. It was soooo fun to Kid Brittany. Do you walk fast or slow? I walk pretty damn slow. Can you juggle with more than two items? I can't juggle, period. Do you like jalapenos? Yeah! Do you like kiwis? Yessss, I love kiwi! Does anyone in your family go deer or bird hunting? Who is it anyway? I don't know if she still does, but my little sister used to go deer hunting with a friend.

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? Yeah, my pet snake's 40 gallon terrarium. What sort of things do you have bookmarked in your internet browser? It's quite diverse, but I think I mostly have templates for specific character profiles. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No, I'm a good noodle. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Certainly! It's beautiful there. If you have a cat, does it ever “converse” with you? Oh, ABSOLUTELY. When I talk to him, he sure does try to answer me and it's the cutest thing, ha ha. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Yeah, that’s what I use. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? Yeah, guess he changed his mind. Name one of your ex’s mother’s names? Virginia. Does your favorite song have a meaning? BIG TIME. Have you ever written or received a suicide note? I've written one. .-. What is the worst thing a child has ever done to you while you were babysitting? When I was changing her diaper, she got up and ran around naked in the house. ;-; Do you own a nightgown? No. If you could get any pet right now, what would you get? i. want. my. tarantula. Have you ever actually been stuffed into a locker? No. That is just such a TV trope that I've never even heard of happening irl. Do you/did you decorate the inside of your locker at school with stuff? I only had a locker in middle school, and I believe I didn't. I didn't want one in HS. What’s the coolest thing you’ve made with Legos? I was never a Legos kid; I played with Lincoln Logs. Do you want to get pregnant right now? Fuck no, man. Or ever. Have you ever housed a friend for a long period of time because they had no place to live? No. If you have a favorite comedian, have they ever been in a movie? I don't have one, really. Are there any books you want to read? Besides the series I'm reading, I want to read The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but idk if I'll ever get to it, really. If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? We don't have a close relationship, but I am nevertheless. If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? Not really, it seems. First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed? J, T, D, S. Do you like going to school sports games? No, I hated it. When Ash was a cheerleader, Mom made me go, and I was never happy about it. Have you ever worn your boyfriend’s clothes? An ex-boyfriend's, yeah. Did you get into your mom’s makeup when you were a kid? I don't think I did? Do you want anything pierced? Ugh, a lot of places. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. Has your partner ever accused you of cheating when you actually didn’t? I've never been accused of cheating. Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? No. I'm quite the opposite. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? Too many, really. What are you doing this summer? Nada. Do you still watch MTV? I never did. Have you ever spent the night with the last person you kissed? Yes. What’s the dress code for your job? Do you like it? I'm unemployed. Does your job allow piercings or tattoos? ^, and this might sound stupid, but I wouldn't work at a job that didn't. Especially tattoos. No job is stopping me from doing things that improve my self-esteem and body image, particularly when I LOATHE my body. If a little bit of art makes me feel better about myself? Nobody is stopping me. What are some trends you dislike that everyone seems to love? "Crocs. Whyyyy?" <<<< THIS. First people hated them, now they love them??? They're hideous as shit. If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? I don't really know. How often do you use lotion? Not NEARLY enough for someone with skin as dry as mine. Do you donate your old stuff to Goodwill? If so, what was the last thing you donated? Yeah. Mom recently brought some old toys, I think? How weight conscious are you? You have no fucking idea. Rent a movie or go see one in theaters? I prefer going to a theater. I enjoy the experience. What’s the biggest personality trait turn-off for a potential partner? Probably being an explosive/volatile person. I can't with that. Would you ever go on a birth control pill? I already am to regulate my period and tame the cramps. And if I was sexually active, I absolutely would want to be on it. What's your favorite late night tv show? I don’t have one. At high school do or did you participate in Spirit Week? No. Do you have a favorite vocalist? Who? Queen's Freddie Mercury will probably always top the list. If you have a favorite photographer, can you describe their work? I don't have a favorite photographer. Surprisingly. Are sex and sexual activities something you enjoy? If it's with someone I'm in love with and am in the mood, sure. What is one aspect of your life that did not turn out as you expected? I did NOT expect to reach 25 like... *gestures at self* this. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never handle euthanizing pets and watching the families' hearts break. How long have you lived in the house you live in? Not even a year. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder? I'm definitely sadder. Especially today. Do you like Subway? I do. Have you ever seen a volcano? No. Have you ever found a spider on your bed? Yes. It's the scariest shit when one skitters across your blanket, because like, you LEAST expect it to happen in the comfort of your own bed. Are you satisfied with the way your life is right now? Not even remotely, if I'm being honest. I'm at a real low. When was the last time you ate at Burger King? Years ago, when I was a vegetarian and went there for the veggie burger. How often do you cry? lol a lot Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. Can you wire a plug? ... I don't even know what you mean by "wire a plug," so obviously no lmfao. Where were you when you got your first period? Well I think I actually *started* at school, but I noticed when I got home. Can you drive? I mean I'm capable, but I'm an incredibly anxious, overly passive, and just generally terrified driver. I'm so scared of when I finally get new glasses and therefore a new permit... but I have to get used to driving. Living where I do, public transportation is very, very limited, and I just can't have people driving me places the rest of my life. Exercise or healthy eating? I sadly hate exercising SO much. I'd rather eat healthy. Did you play Red Rover when you were a child? Yeah. Are you more attracted to men or women? This can actually vary with time, which I originally thought was weird but is apparently normal for some bisexual individuals. There are spans where I feel more sexual attraction to men, and then other times women. Has anyone ever called you rich? God no, I am so far from it. What makes you feel beautiful? Nothing. Are you considered a very sensitive person? I'm way too sensitive for my own good. Have you ever told someone you never wanted to speak to them again? Yes, my dad. I regret that letter I sent him so, so much. I honestly don't know how he can treat me with so much love after the shit I said. If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I am... astonishingly behind on Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. I know, seriously incredible. I just don't watch TV, man. It's strange, I'm into the show, of course I am, I just... don't like sitting myself in front of a television and purely watching it. I'll catch up, though. Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No. But it's not like people have a reason they grind their teeth... they just do. Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I could, but I'm not going to. It'll just upset me. Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? My sister's husband's name is Nick, but he is definitely not my friend. I can't stand his bigoted, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, racist ass. I don't know or care what his favorite food is. What are you listening to? I'm re-watching Gab and Sinow play Resident Evil 5. People can say all they want about RE5, but I love it. Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles, but only if they're still soft enough to not be considered crunchy. I prefer them because I can put peanut butter on them, and the grooves catch the syrup instead of just absorbing it all like pancakes. Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? I don't/can't drink diet sodas because the artificial sweetener gives me a KILLER headache. Are you craving anything right now? You guys have no idea how badly I want Taco Bell for whatever reason. Which word did you say first, mama or dada? The latter. What was your first pet’s name? So, there's three answers to this. I was born into the family while we had a collie named Trigger, but I have absolutely zero memory of her. She passed when I was too young. Our first family pet that I clearly remember was Chance, our rescued cat. My first *personal* pet was either a guinea pig named Squeak or Chinese water dragon named Shadow. I can't remember who came first. Who was your best friend in elementary? It changed with the years, but I can say the three biggies were Brianna, Kim, and Quiata. Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Probably Coach Collie. He was so wise, kind, funny... He was all-around just wonderful and taught so many life lessons. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Always. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Waking up and doing my first sweep of the Internet before I get bored outta my fucking senses. Do you read any web comics? No.

Do you drink bottled water? Yeah, but like any water, it has to be COLD. Not room temperature. Not a tad chilly. I mean cooooold. When did you last use a straw? Earlier. I have a metal straw I use to drink water with because I drink faster through a straw, and with it being water, of course I want to try to drink as much as I can when I actually choose to drink water. Have you ever tackled someone to the ground? No. Do you know anyone who lies to make themselves look more interesting? My former best friend did that. She was an online friend, so it made it easy. I finally caught on and called her out on it, and then she just totally dipped. Do you like to sing? Not that much, honestly. Like sometimes I feel like it, sure, but not frequently. Are your parents in good health? No, not really. Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? No. I feel bad saying it, but I know I never could be. I could NOT clean another human being. It's one of the bajillion reasons I'm not having kids. Do you like to take naps during the day? "Like" isn't the right word. I just... need to. Most days, there is NO way I can make it 'til night without one. What movie was your favorite to see in the movie theater? Even though it was sincerely a sucky movie, I really enjoyed watching Silent Hill: Revelation because I saw the 3D version, plus the hype over my favorite franchise getting a new movie was just very exciting. Favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle character? I was never into that. Ever watched The Blair Witch Project? Yes, and I positively adore it. I genuinely think it's a genius horror movie, never showing, but telling through other methods. Have a favorite AC/DC song? Probably "You Shook Me All Night Long." Are you good at selling candy for those fundraiser things? Omg nooooo I HATED doing that shit, especially when some amount of sales were like, required for whatever bullshit reason. I hate hate hate advertising to people. My parents always bought them instead. Have you ever had a crush on someone too old for you? No. Well, besides James Hetfield, ha ha. What's your favorite Dr. Suess quote? I don't know enough quotes to have one. If you were to have wings, what would you want them to look like? Dark and dragon-esque with lots of rips and tears in them... but not enough to stop me from flying, ha ha. Have you ever broken up with someone to find you want them back later? No. Has anyone ever dared you to eat a chili pepper? Did you do it? No. Have you ever tried Thai food? No. Have you ever watched Avatar? The TV show, not the movie. I've seen I think one season with Sara so far? I actually quite enjoy it. What's your cellphone's signature for text? WOW this survey is ancient. If you smoke marijuana, what is your preferred or typical method? I don't smoke it. Do you often take painkillers? I dunno about "often," but headaches to the point I take something aren't rare for me. Do you wish you were in a relationship? I mean yes, but I know it's for the better I'm not. Have you ever been to the ER? Many times. Do you ever feel guilty eating meat? I feel extremely guilty. I try not to think about it. Where have you lived for the most part of your life? Eastern NC. How old are you? 25. What are you listening to at the moment? Powerwolf came out with a new album, so I've been bingeing the shit out of some songs, ha ha. Right now it's "Blood For Blood." Do you watch WWE Raw? Ew, no. I have NEVER gotten the appeal of wrestling. Just like... why????? Do you dye your hair? Nowhere near regularly. :/ I haven't had it dyed in a very long time, and I hate it. I love colored hair. We just can't afford that expense on something so little. My hair does NOT take dye easily, so we have to have a professional do it, and that isn't exactly cheap. Have you ever lived in a different country that the one you’re living in? No. Which of your parents will you see next? I live with my mother, so. Have you fallen asleep in school? Not in class, no. In college when I would be in the library between classes, though, I've dozed before. Have you ever been hospitalized? Yes, but not for physical issues. Do you make fun of obese people? You're talking to someone who is. So obviously no, and you're a piece of fucking shit if you do. Do you have an innie or an outtie? Innie. Have you ever tried to headbang? No. Even as a metalhead, I don't get it, man. You're asking for a headache. Do you own any Converse? What do you think of them? I have a few and like them. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I mean, I'm an admin on two sites, so I guess? Were your ancestors royalty? Yeah, I'm related to one of the Queen Victorias, I believe. I just know she had a thing for beheading people, ha ha. What do you like on your pasta/noodles? Sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? Just tomato sauce and meatballs, really. Who is the most ungrateful person you know? What makes them this way? My fucking ex-best friend. You could never, ever give her enough and she just... blegh. She was so fucking ungrateful for everything people did for her. It was just never enough. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. I don't like Pepsi. Have you ever held an uncommon pet before (ex: mouse, spider, snake, lizard)? I've held snakes, rats, lizards, and a tarantula. Who did you last play truth or dare with? No clue. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. When were you the saddest in your life? 2016. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? No. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? Yeah, they've moved out. What was the most unique pet you’ve owned? I'd probably say my champagne ball python. A lot of people don't even know ball python morphs exist, so seeing her might surprise some people. Do you like Doritos? Yeah. When you buy clothes, do you always try them on first? No, but I need to learn how to... I just HATE doing it. Have you used bugspray recently? No. Do you enjoy swimming in the ocean? Yesssss. Have you ever tried to sew or knit anything? No. Has something ever happened to you that seemed like it was from a movie? Most of Jason's and my relationship felt like one. Hence why the breakup felt so sudden and just impossible. Do you find yourself to be a believer in love at first sight? Not even remotely. Is there something you want to do, that you swear you will, no matter what? Spread Teddy's ashes in Yellowstone. I promised him. Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) I am an adult, and it sucks. What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? Any meat that was hunted. Have you ever owned a diary/journal with a lock and key? I don't believe so. When you were little, what movie did you watch over and over? Mostly Disney films, like The Lion King and Finding Nemo. Are you deathly allergic to anything? No. Do you know what you want for your dream house? Nope. I honestly don't really care about having a "dream" house to begin with. I just need one that's cozy to me and gets the job done. Have you ever seen the movie The Notebook? Many, many times. It's my favorite romance movie. Have you ever used the photo editing site “Picnik”? No, not to my memory. Has an animal ever taken a strong dislike to you? Our old dog Bentley didn't like me all that much, and I didn't like him, either. Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair? No. Do you have a lucky or special coin? No. Do you love ice cream cake more than normal cake? No. Do you check your email daily? No. Is there anyone you know who’s in any way paralyzed? No. For you, do you commonly feel more jealousy or envy? Envy. Do you rely on the heads/tails flipping of a coin sometimes for decisions? No. Has a laptop ever burned your legs? Yes, actually. For a while many years ago, my old laptop left subtle burn marks on my legs. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? My nephew's is next month. Do you like Laffy Taffy? I doooo. Are your biceps at all noticeable? Ha, no. Have you ever seen a walrus? Maybe when I went to SeaWorld as a kid? Did you ever have one of those easy bake ovens as a kid? Yup. If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? Sure. What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? Red velvet. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yikes, no. Have you ever written a poem for someone? Two people. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve met online? Sara. What was the name of the first porcelain doll you got? I was very afraid of dolls as a kid, so I obviously didn't have one. Do you sell any products? If so, what? I mean, I'm a wannabe photographer that sells my service. Owls or peacocks? Owls. Lions or horses? Lions. Can you still fit into kid’s clothes? Hell no. What devotional do you read, if any? None. What do you make wishes on? I only ever do for the tradition of it on my birthday. I don't believe in the magic of wishes, though. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? No. Are you bitter about anything? Probably always will be. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No. How bad are your hangovers? Never had one. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what was the cause of it? Yes. It was identified as a fracture, but a break and a fracture are technically like the same thing, so. At a skating rink, I fell and landed on my hand so the top of it nearly touched my arm, so my wrist got FUCKED. I will never, ever forget the severity of the pins and needles feeling and just the experience in general. It hurt so goddamn bad. Is this the best year of your life? Fuck no.

#in other words i don't feel like thinking up song lyrics for three surveys at once lmao #survey #surveys #random questions

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faithylilac · 3 years ago

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The Party Party Part 6

So... there was a bit of a situation... a very bad situation. Not a terrible situation, Faithy and Echo are doing quite lovely.

“Well we wouldn’t have been in this mess if I was the party leader!” Dax shouted at the shorter god. She simply huffed and started tapping her foot.

“Well I didn’t see you throwing any ideas around!” She looked around the dark cave they were in, double checking for a way out. “You twat” she said off handedly.

Dax’s eyes widen, sure what he said was rude... but not to deserve that.

What happened between the two residential celestial beings?

There they were, five papers spread across the floor, each with a different task. Cj explained that they decided to pick up side jobs to do on the way to wedding. Ash and Jo had realized they would be a week early if they went straight there, so this was a perfect idea.

Faithy just shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t party leader anymore so if anything happened, it wasn’t her fault.

“Wait which one is first on the list?” Dax finally decided to pipe in, as he knew he was free of compasses.

Carter held up their’s proudly, “we’re going after this thing called the uh....” he quickly flipped the paper around to read, “Mortem Spera... I don’t know if I said that right.”

“What is it exactly?” Ash asked. Carter read some more and shrugged. Apparently no information on it... weird.

Carter on the other hand, was having a tougher time that the two gods. Both of Ash’s and Jo’s cloaks were ripped to shreds. So their ears were out and the open, reminding Carter plenty of what they truly were.... Nyah Nyah kawaii anime cat people.

Jo had on a large hat, thank Gjhar feiiled, but her tail was sticking out. Ash on the other hand was a free cat boy, disgusting...

Carter was scurrying to look for a blind fold, make it out of anything... But there was hinderance to that plan.

“So Carter... Do you like oranges?”

Carter pulled all of his mental strength to not freak out that this cat girl was speaking to him. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tight. “Why?” Jo just blinked at him. “I don’t want to answer that” carter continued. “I swear it’s not a deez nuts joke.” Jo replied. Carter kinda just roll his eyes but not, being that they are closed. “Kinda... but that’s so random— I’m confused.”

Jo giggle, “I just wanted to know if you liked oranges.” She replied. “I don’t hate oranges.”

“Anyway, I guess you can ask questions about me, or I can ask more about you— whatever you are more comfortable with.”

Carter shrugged, walking past her to pick up something he spotted once he opened his eyes. It was a clothe that was sticking out of rubble. “Uhhhh...” The nymph examined the clothe, it was embroidered with strange writing and lots of stars.

“Ash, you’ve studied a few ancient languages right?” Jo looked over him to find him staring at a large tapestry on the other part of the cave.

“No, where did you get that idea?” He asked. Jo just shrugged, “I didn’t know if you did, was just trying my luck.”

Carter brought over his clothe to compare the writing. It seemed to be the same letters, but slightly different... maybe it was handwriting? Ash looked over at Carter’s finding but they jumped away from him, trying to keep some distance.

“Oh shoot I forgot.” Ash said, flattening the ears on his head. Carter frowned and took a deep breath and inched back toward the bard. “Take this hurry up!” Carter shoves it at him and scurries farther away.

“Ok I guess.” Ash went back to the tapestry, trying to figure out the reoccurring letters.

Jo scooted closer to carter and smiled widely. “So... what happened with cats that caused you to be terrified so much?” She asked sweetly. Carter pauses. “Uhhhh....”

Earlier....

“Ok, everyone stick together. The shop keeper says there’s major stress at the entrance of the cave.” Cj explained as she examined the map that they bought from a gift shop. It was a old mine that housed crystals, but now it’s a tourist attraction.

The whole surrounding town was super old and and had a temple for just about every religion in the land. Even Gjhar feiiled.... Faithy kept her cloak on put away any loose jewelry. The main temple was up north, so as they traveled that way, more and more of them were more common.

But I’ll stop there. The shop keeper said someone covered in dragon scales came through the shop with a large box and went straight into the caves. He seemed like he was running for someone, so whatever was in the box seemed important.

As they ventured in the unconsciously huddled into three separate groups, Faithy and Echo on the left, Carter, Jo, and Ash on the right, and Dax and Cj in the middle.

Definitely unrelated though, Echo was tracing a wall painting with it’s finger and the mountain started shaking. “WHO DECIDED TOUCHING SOMETHING WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?” Ash screamed. “IT WAS CJ” Dax yelled back.

Like it was an action movie or something, rubble came tumbling down and separated the party.

“Ok whatever. Can you use your plants to get us out of here?” Dax asked he traced the walls of the cave.

Cj’s face read “oh duh” but as she went to feel the walls for roots or anything else she frowned. “No good. If I call them I have no idea what it’ll do to integrity of the cave.”

Dax huffed, frail mortals had to be so... frail. Sure the two of them would survive, but his favorite humanoids definitely wouldn’t.

A whistling noise echoed through the tunnel and they taking a fighting stance. Dax signaled her was going further in and Cj followed. They walk around a corner to see a green light emerging from further in.

“You got a few more millennias to live, I’ll go ahead.” Dax said dramaticly. Cj rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Like someone would be able to kill, much less defeat a Chaos god.”

Dax slapped a hand on either side of his face and acted surprised.

“To think you’d have so much faith in me!”

Cj just punched his arm, “that would be Faithy, not you.”

“Can I help you two?” A voice from behind them caused them to scream and Dax jumped into the smaller God’s arms.

Even though she was a goddess, she didn’t have supernatural strength of any nature. So her small frame was having trouble keeping him up.

It was a very very very very very very very old person. Now, Cj and Dax had no room to talk, but they had a better skincare routine.

Dax jumped out of Cj’s arms suddenly and her arms flung upwards in a very fast motion, knocking her down in the process. Dax helped her up and they readjust themselves.

“Are you the reason I heard some rumbling?” He asked as he shown his blue lantern around.

A sweat ran down CJ’s back.

“Actually, it was a lizard thing.” Dax spoke up. Cj looked at him with audacity. He had just blamed her for touching the thing she shouldn’t have, causing the mountain to come down on them. So he knew....

The old person simply nodded, “ah well, it’ll take them some time to dig that out. It earns the nearby too much money from tourist to let it stay caved in.” He explained. “Now, why don’t we talk for a bit? I’ll pour some tea.”

They reluctantly follow him into his little cave house. Well it was a small cave room, what’s the term for that? Google isn’t very helpful because all it’s wanting to do is give me tips for a man cave layout.

“So what brings you into an empty crystal cave? You seem more like adventurers than tourist.”

Back to Carter and the cats.

“Oh yeah... cats.” Carter looked away, trying to avoid the question.

Jo sighed and took a step back. “Ok it’s ok, you don’t have to answer that.”

Carter sighed in relief and turned straight around. “But how did you learn to be so swag?”

Carter paused and slowly turned back to them and was about to answer when Ash interrupted.

“OK GUYS! The thing we’re are after is a weapon!” He then broke his instrument and tore off a part of his cape to make a proper torch. Now you might be wondering how they could see without a torch. Ash and Jo could see enough not to bump into anything and Carter could tell where the general area of something is. That piece of clothe was just pure luck.

“Jo can you light this?” He asked her. She nodded and snapped her fingers to start a flame and lit it like a birthday candle.

“How did you do that? I don’t think archers can do that.” Carter said in confusion. She laughed and pointed at her hat. “I can change my class depending on my hat. Not that I have any control of it... if kinda just happens and I can’t ever remember what hat goes with what, we kinda just got lucky.”

Carter blinked slowly. The hat made no sense and there was so no sense of making sense of the thing.

“Guys look!” Ash held up the torch near the tapestry to show the words formed a picture of a weapon. There were also stars scattered around it.

“How do you even know that’s the thing we’re looking for? It could just be something relating to something else?” Jo asked.

“Carter give me the flier.” Ash asked sticking his hand out. Carter scrambled around to remember where he stuffed it, “it’s on your belt of daggers.” Ash said. He grabs it and hands it to the cat boy.

Ash holds it up and looks for any similarity between the flier and the tapestry. “Well thats only convenient.” He said. Jo and Carter look over his shoulder and the weird drawing on the flier almost matches the tapestry.

“It’s missing the words that make up the weapon.” Jo pointed out. Now that was very apparent to Carter and Ash but ummm.... Jo is nice and is explaining what’s going on for you sweet Reader-Chan!

(Aughh that took thirty years off my life. I feel like I’m writing on Wattpad again)

But every single star was present. “Wow I feel smart for figuring this out.” Ash said proudly.

“Do they make a pattern?” Carter asked. Ash shoved the flier at him and started kicking random rocks until one fell apart. He picked it up and grabbed the flier back from carter and plopped down.

He used the fragile rock as chalk and connected each start. “Oooh smart.” Jo added.

There were five large stars and a few smaller stars scattered as well. When Ash connected them all together it looked like a deformed turkey.

“Surely that’s not right.” Ash quickly dusted off the flier and connected only the large stars. “Ok tell me if I’m wrong, but does this look like a straying path?” He pointed out.

It started at one point, split into three, then back to another. “Oh yeah I can see that.” Jo replied.

“Maybe we were going to split up anyway and the rubble just sped it up.” Ash purposed.

“I still don’t see how this has anything to with the Mortem Spera“ Carter replied. Ash thought on his question for a minute but shrugged. “Most of these stupid quest have no reason to link up together the way they do.” The cat boy replied.

“Wait, that means we should be able to meet back up with the others then.” Jo replied. Ash quickly rips the tapestry off the wall and rolls it up. “I don’t know if this will be helpful, but it’s worth a shot.” They then head off the find the others.

“So these star forgers are immortal?” Cj asked before taking another sip of tea. The elder nodded.

“The only thing known to strike down one of these beings is something called the Mortem Spera.” He replied, drinking some of his own tea.

The two gods looked at each other, remembering that was thing they were hired to receive.

“But hear my warning. No mortal has managed to get their hands on it, and if they did they would surely meet their end.” He added.

“So who wielded it?” Dax spoke up. Dax did not have tea, he was drinking black coffee. Not that the old man had coffee, he made it himself— French press and everything.

The old man fell silent and put down his cup. “I don’t know the answer to that question. My theory was a dying god.” Interesting, interesting cool story bro.

“But I don’t actually know that. But I don’t think too much about the subject.”

“Well thank you for your time, but we need to find our friends.” Cj announced and pulled Dax up with her.

“Thank you for humoring me, you young folk have fun.” He said as he was went back to drinking tea.

Cj and Dax scurried out and proceeded further into the cave. “I’m sorry I don’t think he knows what’s he’s talking about.” Dax said.

“How so?” Cj replied. The older god sighed. “As long as I’ve lived, I would have at least heard about a dying god THAT desperate to live. Sure some seek out the fountain of youth, but trying to kill something like a star forger.”

Cj thought on it and nodded, “he did seem like he belonged in a loony bin.”

They then turned another corner to find... Faithy and Echo having a tea party?

She had on a fake crown and Echo had on a fake mustache and top hat. But this wasn’t your average tea party, it was the real thing. With delicate dishes, a tower of Pastries, and Gjhar feiiled forbid... a white lace table clothe.

“Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?” Cj asked, not that she was one to ask.

“We ran into this lovely dwarf who owns a restaurant in here and we’ve been waiting on the rest of you.” Faithy explained before drinking out of her cup with her pinkie at ninety degrees.

Dax and Cj looked at them confused, “how did you know we were coming this way?” Cj asked.

“Ahh... so the shop owner was telling us that the cave coming down on itself was just a illusion.” Echo replied.

Cj flops down onto the ground and leaves an indention around herself.

“Yeah the whole thing is tourist trap role playing adventure. At the end they trick you into trading a sack of gold for a wooden spear.” Faith added.

“That does explain why it didn’t get any darker when the rocks blocked the entrance.” Dax replied.

Cj shot up from her Cj shaped hole in the floor and started screaming incoherently. She then stop and narrowed her eyes at Dax. “You’re a Chaos god and you couldn’t sense an illusion?”

Dax just shrugged. “I’m a chaos god, everything I do is legit. I have no use for mortal’s artificial magic.” He said with disgust. “That and I wasn’t thinking about it.”

Then. A loud thundering noise echoed through the cave, causing everyone to get up and put up their guard. But here comes ash carrying a stupidly large tapestry and Jo carrying Carter like a baby. How were they making so much noise????

“Ok good, we all found each other and someone isn’t trying to get through rocks like an idiot.” Ash said in relief.

“How did you know about the illusion?” Cj asked. Ash raised his eyebrow, “what illusion? The freaking flier made a map. It’s stupid simple but it works I guess.” He replied.

So... this was so freaking long.

And color coding is a pain

Never again

Ever

I hate everything

Masterlist

Figure out who everyone is, I dare you

#saveethanchanfromsoup #the party party #friendfiction #original story #cottage core goddess might fight chaos god???#garfield #red herring #don’t trust old people #cat boys

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princeescaluswords · 5 years ago

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Seriously, so many fics have Stiles not only siding with Derek but going "Duh! Of course I acknowledge you as my alpha!" as if canon!Stiles would defer like that, especially to him. And portraying Scott's resistance to being controlled by Derek as naive, stubborn, ignorant. Sometimes, it'll even be a stan with a Melissa name tag who orders Scott go seek Derek out for training. It's all about subjugation, with racist under/overtones

I love how many stories don’t change a single thing about Seasons 1 or 2 and then write those stories where it is implied that Stiles immediately forged a bond with Derek that was deeper and stronger than the one he had with Scott.

The truth is – the chemistry they thought they saw in Seasons 1 and 2 may be there, but the characters don’t like each other. All the comedic timing doesn’t replace what actually happened on the screen.

There is no resemblance between the relationship they say was there and the relationship that was actually there. Think of Abomination and how they have Stiles get angry about Scott hanging up the phone (it delayed Scott’s saving the day by 25 seconds) but they don’t have Stiles enraged when the last thing that Derek says to him in the Pool of Love is this:

Derek: Yeah. And when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me? You don’t trust me I don’t trust you. You need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go. Stiles!

I think I see true romance blooming there. But that’s the point – they don’t really care about what Stiles or Derek feels or what Stiles or Derek does. They don’t care that the next time Stiles mentions Derek after the Pool of Love scene is this scene in the next episode:

Stiles: Look, they don’t think we’re gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off. So just shoot one of ‘em.

Allison: Which one?

Stiles: Uh - Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head.

After that episode, by the way, there’s only one more interaction between Derek and Stiles in the entire season and that’s outside the nightclub in Raving, where he doesn’t comment on Stiles’ use of mountain ash and then demands that he break the line.

Stiles: What? No way.

Derek: Scott’s dying!

Stiles: Okay, what? How do you know that?

Derek: Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!

I think that there’s a bond in that scene, but it’s not between Derek and Stiles.

But, as one of my anons put it, fanfiction gives them what the show didn’t, and what they wanted was for Stiles to betray and abandon his oldest friend to run to, obey, and trust in a white man who canonically distrusted him and had a stronger bond with said best friend. It’s especially noticeable because there’s no reason to believe that the betrayal or abandonment is necessary, considering that Scott wanted to help Derek constantly.

And that’s not even the stories where they got what the show didn’t give them, where Stiles abandons/betrays Scott in order to be better friends with Jackson or Isaac or Liam or Theo or anyone who looks white.

But it’s not racist.

#teen wolf fandom problems #fandom racism #anti sterek

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pendragaryen · 6 years ago

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the 100 ask game

tagged by @carrieeve

1. What station on the Ark would you be from?

Farm station

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?

Mh, I really don’t know...

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)

Ha! We wouldn’t have had THAT kind of relationship so that he’d feel he have to make me something like this...

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?

probably Zoe Monroe

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?

Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Monty and Harper (or after Marper’s death... Murphy and Emori)

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?

Floukru or Trikru? But... thinking about it... most likely Trishanakru

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)

I lol’d... Sorry.. But I don’t think you can make ANYTHING out of Anne... Anne kom Trishanakru... ;)

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious

Um... Blank space tbh. He was too unimportant for me to hate or love him. Only in relation to Raven and/or Clarke of course... What he did was disgusting.

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?

Tbqh... I don’t know. Maybe... if my friends would’ve taken it too. I’d like to say that I’d be strong enough to refuse it. But seriously, I have no clue what I’d have done in that particular situation.

11. What character do you relate to most?

S1-4: Bellamy. Since S5: Clarke.

12. What character do you like the least?

Deep sigh... I go with E/ho here. I didn’t like her back in S2 and I can’t bring myself to like her since.

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)

black leggings, boots, long shirt with some kind of a big leather belt, fitted leather or denim jacket, ragged scarf ... something like that and definitely nothing special

14. Favorite type of mutant animal?

The two-headed dear... if you can possibly speak of FAVORITES here... unf...

15. What would your job be on the Ark?

Um... I think i’d be some kind of a librarian... maybe... Or I’m just tending to plants...

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?

Oh god... Not as a concious decision. But if I would have shut down all of my thoughts at that particular moment... i’d probably just ACT...

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?

Out of the Nightbloods? Um... I don’t know many of these. Later on: Madi. Probably.

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?

I’d probably be laughing ALL THE TIME and over the most stupid things

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?

I go with Bellamy here

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?

Um oh god... I think... Abby? Back in the time of the ark/Arkadia. And/or rather Kane than Jaha.

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?

I would’ve been on Kane’s side

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?

Haha... Dunno... I LOVE music. So i’d probs go with an MP3-player too. ;)

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?

No war paint. But tattoos. Maybe some climbing plants like ivy or something like that - but in black and white of course. On my arms and neck and reaching out onto my cheek. Oh and I like the hairstyle Octavia had back in S2. Something like that maybe.

24. Favorite quote?

Clearly “Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things”. Nothing fits the whole show better that these words imo.

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?

Out of ALL characters? As much as I’d LOVE to say Bellamy... but.. Um... Probs Indra or Luna. Out of our delinquents: Octavia. Otherwise: Maybe Diyoza. Just a feeling...

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE

Least fave: I am prohibited to mention that (see above). Fave canon: Marper. Fave non-canon: Sea Mechanic (Raven/Luna)

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?

Depends on the plot what kind of song I’d like to hear. In regards to my fave pairing/ship... probably “Rewrite the stars” performed by James Arthur. I just LOVE this song so so much...

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?

The bunker huh? I have no idea. Do you mean the Wonkru-bunker or the bunker/tower he was imprisoned by Jaha/Alie? As for the latter: Seriously. How should it be possible to shut him out of your life completely? It simply WON’T WORK. So... I think we’d probably doing all the weird and funny things that are available (games, karaoke, drinking and so on) and then I’d take my things and search for an empty, silent space just for myself. Just a place to retire to sometimes.

29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?

I wouldn’t have survived praimfaya. That’s for sure. I’d have been burned to ashes. Before that: Probably hit by a grounder spear.

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

Always Emori. She’s such an interesting character. And all the new characters that will appear in S6.

31. A character you’d bang?

Is that even a question......... Big B of course. Captain daddy can come @ me all the time. ;)

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?

Definitely Eden

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?

Lol what kind of a question is that... i would HAVE to follow blodreina... she’d throw me in the pits if i don’t... And ugh... I’d probably read mountains of books - if there should’ve been some down there...

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?

Refusing to eat my fellow peeps...

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?

I’d probs be friends with Harper and Monty, as well as with Bellamy. I’d have my difficulties with Murphy and Echo, I’m pretty sure of that...

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?

Not as long as Clarke

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?

run and hide

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite?

Diyoza is impressive. I admire her. I LOVE(D) Shaw tho... Least fave: Obviously McCreary.

39. Would you Spacewalk?

Yesssss!

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?

Waaahh! THE ALGAE OF COURSE! *shudders *

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?

I’m not a warrior. Never was. I’d probably try to negotiate some kind of peace with the enemy. Like Bellamy said at some point in S5: Everyone its little space of Eden to grow something on your own...-ish ;)

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?

If I HAVE to choose here... The thumb drive...

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?

Oh god... THAT’S hard... I do have a sister who is very, very dear to me. I can’t possibly imagine to poison her... I can’t compare her to O though, bc I was never separated from her for 6 long years - nor is she like a blodreina (NO-ONE is like blodreina... >.<). Bellamy said he did it (amongst other obvious reasons) bc he wanted to save her from herself. Maybe... if she would have gone too far, too... and the life of MY greatest love would be on stake... I’d do it. But no... I don’t wanna think about that.

As for what I’d do to stop Octavia... I don’t have any better idea either. That’s the problem here. *sigh *

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper?

I’d only prefer to stay awake, if I’d have the love of my life by my side like Harper did, and if it would’ve been his choice too. Otherwise: Cryo.

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?

Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Abby and/or Jackson

I’ve tagged so many of you peeps out there in things over the last weeks and I’m sorry in advance if you should’ve done this already. But this is SO INTERESTING ;) So here we go, I tag: @iishallbelieve, @thgbookprincess, @junebugninja, @fen-ha-fuck-you, @katersann, @lovethyblakes, @clarkgriffon, @tracylorde, @jasperjoordan, @jordanjaspergreen, @hostagetakerandhisgirlfriend, @hereforbobmorley, @clarkeywifey, @bellarkekomlovekru, @bellaarke, @arkadianbellamy, @lameblake, @peterstarkss, @sometimesrosy, @bellamys11thfreckle, @lostinbellamy, @asroarke, @grumpybell, @kingbobbymorley, @bobmorleyisking, @octannibal-blake, @pilotzaven, @ringsabellamy, @little-oxford-st, @diyozas (in no particular order)

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theboyzimagines · 6 years ago

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ice cream battles- Sunwoo and Eric

I am extremely late with this request but I am thankful if you stayed through.

I didn’t know what you wanted so I planned a Best Friends AU where they really like skinship instead, I hope you enjoy it. They’re so cute to the point where I uwu 24/7.

Sipping through a straw, you stared into the spinning fan. Your hair blew out behind you and you shut your eyes. Leaning back into the chest of Eric while he fanned you, his ash gray hair flying up slightly. Sunwoo sat beside you, his head on your lap, as he flicked through the television.

Releasing a groan, Sunwoo dramatically threw his arm over his eyes, “I am so close to melting.”

Eric leaned over and began to fan the brown-haired boy, his lips pulling up into a content smile.

“I did say the AC was broken but you insisted we came here.” you pointed out, poking him with the light pink straw. Swatting the straw away, he sat up and gave a small pout.

“Okay look,” Eric said while setting the fan down, “we still have a ton of ice cream, let’s make gigantic sundaes and eat them?” Tapping your lower back to move, he rose to his feet and held a hand out to Sunwoo and you.

“Let’s have a contest,” Sunwoo says, grabbing the bowls, “The losers have to do whatever the winner says.”

“Fine with me,” you stuck your tongue out and pulled out the toppings, “You’re both losing anyways.”

Eric gave a mischevious smile and pulled out a large spoon, “On the count of three. . .”

It was fifteen minutes of laughing and toppings hitting the floor until the ice cream competition was over. Your cheeks were smeared with whipped cream that Sunwoo put on you and a victorious smile.

Eric wiped his cheeks from the whipped cream that Sunwoo put on him as well, holding up his bowl, “So far, I think I am a winner.”

Sunwoo crosses his arms and looks down at his bowl, “Well, we will see.”

“Wait,” you asked and straightened up, “How are we gonna decide a winner?”

Eric paused and looked up at you, raising an eyebrow, “Whichever is the most visually appealing to us, duh.”

Sunwoo’s arms reach around you and he rests his head on your shoulder, “Yours looks like really muddy soup.”

Pinching his arms and turning your head towards him, “Well, yours looks like a messed up version of Candy Mountain.”

He released a giggle and moved away before you could pinch him again. Pointing at Eric’s you exclaimed, “And yours looks like a strawberry swamp!”

Eric raised his hands and moved towards you, “Whoa, hey, I didn’t insult your soup like Sunwoo did.” He then suddenly reached over and poked your sides, “But a swamp? You get more and more creative, don’t you?”

Sunwoo shook his head and sat on a stool and crossed his arms, watching Eric jab your sides until you were too weak to swat him away.

Exhaling you raised your arms up in defeat and manage to say, “Okay, fine. I am sorry.”

Eric grinned and moved away, his hands moving to collect his ice cream and take a spoonful. His smile grew bigger as he looked down at his bowl.

Sunwoo ate his ice cream and hummed softly, “I make good sundaes.”

Rolling your eyes, you took a bite of your own and wiped the sweat from your forehead, “Alrighty, you’re a culinary genius.”

He pointed at you and gave a serious nod, “Oh! I like the sound of that!”

Eric looked down at his ice cream and sighed, “Well we never decided the winner,” he shrugged and licked his spoon, “There is always the next time.”

He moved and wrapped his arms around you, stealing a few finger swipes of whipped cream from your bowl.

Sunwoo gave a small nod and narrowed his eyes, “And this culinary genius it going to beat you both!”

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magtitude · 6 years ago

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31 -- 40 Chris headcanons from my old blog/s under the cut. watch out tho bc it’s a long post. additional cw for headcanon 32: suicide/suicide ideation/suicide attempt, mental illness, abuse ( child & medical ).

31. Chris will probably always have a chip on his shoulder over his parents’ stupidity – i.e., getting pregnant and having him at such young ages. Even though he knows he’s neither the first nor last, it still annoys him ( although ‘annoys’ isn’t the right word, that’s what he says ).

32. By the time Chris is 14, he figures that there’s more going on with his family’s history than either his mother or aunt are saying, and it’s why they’re both on opposite ends of the emotionally-expressive spectrum ( Diane – close off; Angela – bursting with emotion ).

And it’s not until he’s 15 that his mother has a “little emotional breakdown” ( as she calls them; “they’re temporary”, she says ), and admits that she’s been having suicidal thoughts lately ( more than lately, she’ll say later ), and she promises she won’t, even though she has it planned out how and where.

And it turns out, through listening to his mother’s upset rambling, that he had an uncle who killed himself by throwing himself into a river a few months before Chris was born, and that aunt Diane tried to do the same when she was 12.

And that Angela’s parents were awful, terribly awful. and it was no wonder her siblings wanted to die and that she has all these thoughts all the damn time–

Won’t go to a doctor, though. Don’t trust them, not after what they did to William. The doctors that their parents had sent William to for his behavioural problems; it made him worse, made him unreachable.

And Chris thinks, oh, this might explain some things.

33. A general list of things he is and likes:

tall

nerd

doofus & memelord

Angry Inside

but also Dad Inside

an idiot sandwich

doesn’t allow himself to show weakness

will push himself to the limit if he thinks he should be ( especially/more so post-mountain ), i.e. less eating, less sleeping, less taking care of himself, more drinking, more likely to start arguments to distance himself from his loved ones

only ever Kinda OK at any point in time during his pre-Proper Adult™ Life. childhood before josh? <:/ Not Good. childhood when he meets josh? improvement, but still feels weird. teenager? Dead All The Time, he thinks. but also memes. young adult? Some Shit Happened, My Dude.

… he’s at least content before All The Shit Happened, tho.

AN. IDIOT. SANDWICH.

loves hugs, cuddles, & kisses. very cuddly. and the forehead thing.

34. The first time he was asked by another school kid which school he used to go to, he lied and said he was homeschooled. That way, if someone teased him and said, “you didn’t have many friends back in your old school” ( or something like that ), he’d say, “well duh i was homeschooled :///”. He keeps it up for as long as possible – which is probably forever since no-one really cares about it, and he was 8 when he moved, anyway.

35. “One of my muse’s prized possessions.”

His phone, definitely. It’s portable, it’s got all his contacts, all these funky features that’ll keep him busy and happy ( photo & video galleries, various apps, etc. ). And if it gets too full, he can just dump what he doesn’t need to keep on there onto his computer.

36. “A sleep headcanon.”

It’s either too much, or not enough, and one feeds into the other. Tends to go to bed at ridiculously late times ( even when he was younger, he was terrible at bedtime ), sometimes as late as 6 or 7 in the morning.

Sleeps more on his front/side than on his back.

When sharing a bed – he can either be a bed-hog, or very clingy, even if the other’s hair gets up his nose. And he will steal the covers; he’s like a self-generated heater, but he still feels cold without them.

37. “What was my muse’s first heartbreak?”

His first heartbreak was before he was even in a relationship; having developed a crush on Ash, and after a good few hours of realising he had a crush on her, started to talk himself into believing she’d never return his feelings, alongside the thought that being in love made him vulnerable, thus becoming some messed up ouroborous of self-doubt and fear of rejection.

Basically: “Oh, hey, I have a crush on her… shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. :’(”

38. “What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?”

Numerous texts. Making breakfast. Cuddling in his sleep. Brushing through their hair. Forehead kisses, and kisses on the mouth, and the cheek. Cuddling when he’s awake. Showing them all of the things he finds cool on his phone and/or laptop, and what he thinks they might be interested in. Teasing them, jokingly, about how they’re in love with him ( “you’re in love with me? whaaaaat?” ). Touching their face all the damn time. Reminding them of things they need to keep up on, or checking in. “Sleep tight, dork.”

39. “Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.”

Shoulder-touches. Keeping his back to them. Letting other people touch him in casual ways – shoulders, arms, back, hands. Falling asleep near them. Forehead touches.

40. “On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?”

Mostly either on his computer or his phone, watching or reading anything that will fully occupy his attention – spooky stories, or weird-but-true things, conspiracy theories, etc. -- which probably won’t help with sleeplessness, but hey-o.

If he can’t get himself to focus on those, he may end up just lying in his bed and making himself more miserable with whatever he happens to be thinking about ( e.g. having a crush on someone, memories of living in Las Vegas, unspeakably upsetting thoughts ).

If he’s also restless, he’ll go for a walk outside.

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au-stories · 6 years ago

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Ironed Heart Ch. 1: Burden

Prologue

Warnings: None

Words:

After training with Dr. Strange and the accident that happened Rhodey was forced to go home immediately. Although he still doesn’t understand why it was so important that Tony Stark needed to know. Rhodey thought he was doing fairly well with the mystic arts, learning them quickly for a fourteen year old. The last four years he had also learned sadly that his father wasn’t much of a father, and therefore spent most of his time with Dr. Strange, who actually showed some interest in his future. Rhodey knew asking Strange about his mother was never a straight answer, but the face he saw on his master during the incident told him whatever happened that day, Rhodey should not have seen that place. Although, he always respected Strange, Rhodey dare not tell him that he has been having dreams of that place since he was a child… and some nightmares. He constantly thought that he heard a woman’s voice calling out to him when he stood on that mountain, but could never make out the exact location. Sometimes it came from the floating island, the other times down below on the frozen throne. Either location it seems like she is in great pain or sadness. Rhodey had hoped he could have seen her and to help her, if he could actually go there in person, but to his own sadness he could not. He didn’t know why he felt comfort on the mountain, and why so angry when Strange forced him to leave, but maybe this confrontation with his father could shed some light to his confusion, or just add to the increasing hatred inside his heart.

Strange was still in the training room with Tony. Rhodey sat on the stairs peaking his head under the ceiling trying to listen in.

“You need to talk to the boy Stark. His powers have been increasing. Not just for mysticism, but for illusions. He has been making copies of himself in his sleep, and making illusions of food at the dining table. He thinks I won’t notice it. But, he seems happier with making these illusions then my own magic.”

“Magic is your department isn’t Strange.” Stark said focusing on holographic projections of the Avengers training at their base. “This is mine.”

“Damn it Stark. You’ve been overworking yourself ever since she past. Have you been using the armor suit almost every day? Are you trying to give yourself another heart attack? She wouldn’t want this for you”

Tony’s eyes adverted from the screen for a second to stare at Dr. Strange.

“How dare you. You think you would know what she would have wanted? You only had you’re interests in her for a possible threat to the so called magical world. Nobody gave her a chance. You need to leave… Now Strange! I am sure Rhodey can handle whatever it is he is going through on his own.”

“Tony… He is not only just YOUR son. Remember that when he starts asking questions about who he truly is.”

‘Get out Strange. I have other matters to attend to. Like training the Avengers for the next world threat. Not Rhodey’s personal issues.”

“Am I that much of a burden to him? I am never even around to bother him.” Rhodey couldn’t wait anymore. Anger started to boil inside him. He saw Dr. Strange vanish out of the room, and his father continued to work on his project. Rhodey stomped down the stairs. He is tired of being afraid to confront him.

“Father why did Dr. Strange ask about your heart? Have you given yourself a heart attack previously? Is the armor suite doing this to you?”

Rhodey was not surprised to find his father not even looking at him when he was questioned.

“You were eves dropping on us Rhodey? You know what we said about you being down here. You shouldn’t see the Avengers in training. It’s supposed to be in secrete.”

“Says you. Why don’t you ever want me to see them? And for that matter I never see you really meet with them either. All you do is sit down here in your suit watching the projections. Are you even a part of their team anymore?”

“Rhodey, it’s time for you to go back upstairs.” Tony said still not looking at his son.

“No! Father I wish to speak with you, about anything. I don’t care what. We don’t say anything to each other. Don’t you want to know about the incident in training today?”

“I already know. As you can see I am not interested. The incident was cleared. Dr. Strange did his job.”

“Did his job? What do you mean by that? Oh wait protecting possible threats against the magical world you don’t believe in? Am I a threat to you father? Lately Dr. Strange has been more of a father for me than you ever have!”

For the first time in a few months, his father turned to him and stared down. Rhodey thought he felt fire burning his skin with the intensity he saw in his father eyes

“Listen to me very carefully Rhodey.”

Tony said in a very quiet voice, but hovered in closer above him.

“I want you to go back upstairs, forgetting you ever saw or heard this conversation. I’ll give you the count to ten to do as I say. I don’t care if you stay here for the night or go back to Steven Strange’s house. But, just leave this floor.”

Rhodey stared back at his father not looking down, but tears burned the corner of his eyes. Rhodey slammed the glass doors and stomped up the stairs. His father never shown any interest in what he did. It seemed like at one point he cared at least a little, but that was before he started finding out he could cast illusion spells. After that, Tony has always turned him away and Rhodey had been on his own since. His sister Maria was still living here. For some reason she is still trying to please their father by building her own amazing inventions.

“Maria are you in there?” Rhodey went to the west wing of Stark Tower, where his sister built out her own room for the fun of it. Rhodey always rolled his eyes when she said building her own room was more fun than already having one made for you.

“Crap crap crap. Hit the deck Rhodey!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean take cover idiot!”

At that instant Maria’s door flew open with her tackling Rhodey over the nearby marble bar with an eruption of flames chasing her and an explosion that shattered the floor they were on. Their father was in a sound proof basement a flight below.

“See what you made me do dummy. You know I can’t have any distractions.”

“Why were you working on a bomb in your room anyway!” Rhodey said while dusting his garments off, even more bewildered than he has been today.

“It wasn’t a bomb I was currently working on. I finished that already that today duh!”

“That doesn’t answer the question Maria.”

“None of your business worm. And just for the record let me re iterate what you said. You mentioned why a bomb went off in your room. Acting like the bomb was broken and should not have gone off. Correction. The bomb worked just fine, why? Because I built it. The bomb did what it was supposed to. For the reason is on a need to know, and you are not on the need to know part just yet, my sad story for a brother who doesn’t understand science.”

Maria said this while grabbing a non-opened red wine bottle at the bar they were at. She opened it and took a sip. Both of them stood there behind the bar looking at the room that was covered in ashes.

“Looks like someone just got a new project to do!” Maria said with a huge grin on her face.

“Don’t tell me you just blew up the floor to remodel it. Did you?”

Maria didn’t say anything in response to that and just took another drink from the bottle.

“Oh wait how rude am I, would you like some Rhodey?” handing the bottle over to him. Rhodey starred at it and shrugged.

“Why the hell not after today.”

“Oooo big words coming from the boy scout in training. Your hero Dr. Strange can never do anything wrong!” Maria said batting her eyes at her brother.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“You wouldn’t be interested in the topic.”

“Negativity about the great Doctor? Of course I am. What’s up pouty butt?”

Rhodey told her everything that happened today, including the dreams he has been having and how he confronted their father today. It was to no surprise to Maria that Rhodey hated their father, but Rhodey’s anger has been getting worse towards him. Causing difficult to concentrate on spell work with Strange and in life in general. Rhodey said it was one of the reasons he was so proud when he could learn the teleport spell today. He could go anywhere and be free from here within seconds. It came so natural to him to go to that place, but all he got in return was hatred from two people that were supposed to care for him. It was weird talking with his sister for this long. They rarely ever speak with each other. There in completely different worlds from each other.

“Rhodey. You think our mother is Asgardian? You were able to teleport there without seeing it?”

“It’s hard to explain. From a sorcerers perspective by all counts I shouldn’t have been able to even teleport to where I was without having some type of knowledge regarding in physical location of that place. But, I see the island in my dreams all the time, but I don’t stay there long.”

“You go to the frozen throne don’t you Rhodey?”

Rhodey looks his sister in confusion.

“How did you know?

His sister looks away, and takes another sip of wine. Rhodey has always seen his sister drink wine like this. For some reason alcohol doesn’t affect them the same as it does for everyone else. He always assumed it was because of their father being an alcoholic. But, now could it be because of something else? Rhodey thought he saw a tear going down his sister’s cheek, but his sister never shows emotion unless she’s blowing something up.

“Im glad that you have these dreams Rhodey.” Maria said not looking at him.

“Wait. You are? Why? Is it because you can make fun of me about me being a freak?”

“No Rhodey.” She said taking another sip of wine, and rubbing her face with her sleeve.

“Because, I do as well.”

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snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales · 7 years ago

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You’re not helping

@lovelybunchofrandoms said: “Halloween prompts, #54 “Come closer” - Derek Hale”

A/N: I hope you like it!

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Xxx

You had to do it.

It was to save your life.

Sure it was scary as hell, and yes you could see multiple downsides, but if it was any shot at living, you’d rather be caught in the landslide of multiple downsides and alive than your current alternative.

“Y/N, I have to do it soon,” Derek’s irritated huff cut through your thought process and drew you back to the matter at hand.

Studying his eyes, your breathing became labored as multiple outcomes rolled through your head, some of them causing your breathing to turn shallow. “Will it hurt?” Your voice was a whisper, and much weaker than you ever wanted it to be.

“For a moment.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“Look!” He cut in loudly. “None of this is comforting. It’s not supposed to be comfortable! We’re not talking about a shoe size here, it’s a one size fits all situation. I can either save your life, or you can leave, and we will never see each other again.”

“Because I’ll be dead.”

“Because you’ll be dead.”

A silence settled around you, the eeriness of the burned down house in the middle of the woods sending a chill down your spine. “I just came here for a book, and now you are telling me we are surrounded by some weird ass Alpha Pack that will kill me the moment I step out that door.”

He nodded.

“You’re lucky I had mountain ash on me to seal your ass in, and that Stiles is distracting their emissary with Scott and Deaton so that line can’t be broken by anyone but me.”

A loud howl rang in your ears from somewhere outside the house, others joining it all around you, shaking the burnt timbers of the home. You looked to Derek where he stood across the room, finding his eyes glowing their bright red as they stared at you.

“I know it sucks, but it’s the only way I can think of to protect you. It’s not ideal, I get it. But you have to trust me.”

You snorted, making him scowl at you.

“Derek, the bite could kill me. So I either die by werewolves outside, or inside, with a slight margin for success if I go your way.”

“Like I said, it’s not ideal, but it’s all we’ve got.” He paused and smirked, making you raise an eyebrow. “It’s not like I particularly wanted you for a Beta, anyway.”

You dropped your jaw, making him laugh. Smirking yourself, you took a step even further back, reached into your pocket, and threw down your last handful of mountain ash, sealing him into the room he was in.

Eyes wide, he charged at the threshold, bouncing back as he hit the barrier. “What the hell, Y/N?!”

“That’s for calling me non Beta material.”

He huffed in aggravation. “That’s not what I meant. I just wasn’t planning on it, and I knew it would piss you off, I’m sorry. You are one kick ass human and I hate to lose a good one of those when I find them.” He smiled sweetly, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I figured.”

You both chuckled.

After a moment of silence, you sighed. “Fine.” You held out your arm. “Do it.”

“I’m, uh….. Y/N, I’m kinda trapped here. Because of you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Duh.” You laughed, shaking your head, but not moving an inch.

Derek huffed yet again. “Come closer.”

“That is about the creepiest thing to say in this moment, Derek. Like, serial killer creepy. You’re not helping.”

“Look, just get your ass over here and across the threshold so I can do this before it’s too late!”

You sighed, marching his way. “Is this what it’s gonna be like from now on? You being bossy Alpha man? Because I’m already over that and it’s been, what, two minutes?”

“If you survive I promise I will be more tolerable.”

You stopped before the line keeping him in. “Why do I have a feeling that is only because I will be a werewolf and it would be obligatory?”

He smiled. “You’re a smart one. But I will make every effort to be less…. Sourwolf.”

You smiled, stepping over the line. “That’s all I ask.”

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eternalstereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Which one of us is Ken?

@kieren-fucking-walker | AO3

When they wake up, they’re packed in boxes and in front of them are a lot of Nerf guns carefully organized.

The Barbie AU no one asked for. Fluff. Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Post-canon. Kid!Fic. But not actually theirs. Dolls.

So. There was a witch involved. Because there always has to be a witch involved when this kind of things happen. What kind of things happened, you ask? Well, Stiles can very well tell you he’s not in the mood for explanations and to fuck off. Derek probably won’t answer but it isn’t like that’s something new.

The thing about the situation is that, neither of them can move on their own. And no, it’s not because of Kanima poison, or because some petrificus totalus shit. It’s because they got turned into dolls.

Yes.

Dolls.

The Barbie kind.

Laugh all you want, they can’t actually do anything to stop you.

There was a fight, they got hit by a spell and next thing they know, they’re inside of a box, in the toy zone of a store, in front of the Nerf guns. And a little girl is in front of them begging her dad to buy the Derek and Stiles’ boxes. Because they’re in separated boxes, but the little girl didn’t want to leave them alone in the hall and bless her little soul and her dad’s. Neither of them want to be alone right now.

So, both of them are Kens and the little girl, Suzie, if they heard correctly, is really into Barbie right now and she needs some Kens for her Barbie’s house. She calls them by their names, so they assume the boxes have their names printed on them… but that doesn’t actually make them feel better.

***

Her room is big. At least from the size they are right now, it is. It’s painted in bright pink and she has a big doll house in one corner where she puts both Stiles and Derek, now out of their boxes. They’re supposed to be in a tea party with four other girls and four other guys. They don’t understand why she needed two more guys if the couples were made. Once she’s called to have dinner and they’re alone in the room, the dolls start to wake up and take life.

“Oh my god! You’re both so adorable together! I understand why Suzie pick you up,” one of the Barbies, the doctor one, says.

“What do you mean?” Stiles answers, feeling himself a little rusty as he moves his plastic limbs.

“I mean you look cute. Duh. I’m Summer, by the way,” she answers with a smile.

Of course there’s a Barbie Summer here, Stiles thinks.

“This is Christie,” she points at her right, a girl with dark skin and beautiful smile. “Teresa,” she points her left and a girl with light-brown skin waves at them. “And that one is Barbara, but we all call her Barbie. She’s sad.” They look at the generic Barbie, sitting in a corner of the house.

“Why?” Stiles asks.

“Oh, Kenneth and she broke up again. He accused Barbie of cheating and he’s now somewhere. He was sitting here minutes ago.” Summer answers, looking around. “Huh. Well, you’ll meet Ken soon enough. Now, the boys!” the three girls giggle and then look serious again. “Allan, Brad and Curtis.” They look unbothered, talking and not paying attention to them. “They’re so handsome…” Summer says in a sigh and Derek and Stiles cringe. “So, what are your names?”

“Derek,” Stiles answers for them, knowing Derek’s not going to say a word. He points at Derek who has his arms crossed over his chest. “And I’m Stiles.”

“Stiles… That’s a really unusual name,” Teresa says.

“It’s a nickname. My real name is Polish.”

“Oh… And which collection are you?” Christie asks.

Derek and Stiles look at each other and they share an eyebrows-to-mouth conversation and Stiles looks back at them, the three looking at them weirdly. Oddly enough, he thinks of the pack.

“We’re not actually dolls.” Stiles says.

“What do you mean?”

“We, uh… We were humans, until two hours ago…” the three girls take a step back and Stiles sighs, sitting on his chair again. “We were attacked by a witch and got turned into dolls. When we woke up we were inside the boxes and Suzie was picking us up. But our friends are still out there, probably worried about us because they don’t know where we are… so if we suddenly disappear, you now know why.” Stiles finishes, and Derek looks at him like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Why were you fighting a witch?” Barbie asks, from her corner and every doll in the room look at her.

“That’s kinda what we do. We’re a pack. Derek here, he’s a werewolf… or at least he’s supposed to be a werewolf, I don’t know how that spell works. How are you feeling, you feeling wolfie or human? Can you smell me? What do I smell like?”

“Yes, Stiles. I can smell you perfectly fine.” Derek answers, gritting his teeth. “You smell like plastic. But underneath all of that it’s the same scent you’ve always had. And yes, I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Huh… Well, that’s something, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I can shift.”

“Oh, fuck!”

All of the dolls in the room gasp and Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles looks at them confused.

“What is it?”

“You said a curse word, Stiles.” Derek answers.

“Oh… Huh.”

***

Two nights later, Suzie left the house prepared for a big party and when she’s asleep, all dolls come to life and put the music on, starting to dance at the rhythm and Derek escapes the room. Stiles follows him the moment he realizes he’s going to the first floor, probably, and sits beside him on the three steps, on the porch. Derek is looking at the bed where Suzie sleeps, it’s beside the window and they can see the night outside, the light of a street lamp breaking through the curtains.

“Hey,” Stiles says, not looking at Derek.

“Hey.”

They stay silent for a few minutes, listening to the loud music upstairs and ignoring the fun the other dolls are having.

“Do you think they’ll find a way to get to us? Soon?” Derek asks, trying to mask his worried tone.

“I don’t know… They’ll probably find a rather quick way… If they didn’t kill the witch.”

“If… they didn’t quick the witch.” Derek murmurs and then sighs defeated. “They killed the witch.”

“They totally killed the witch.” Stiles answers and then chuckles. “Why do our friends are the ‘kill, then ask questions’ type of people?”

“I don’t really know… We’ll be stuck in here for a long time, huh?” Derek looks at him with a tired expression.

“Seems like it.”

***

A month and a half into the spell, Suzie comes to the room crying, all the dolls exchange worried looks and it’s not the first time Stiles has seen them wanting to go over to Suzie to hug her. Even he wants to do it. Derek looks uncomfortable on his seat but he does look worried, his eyebrows say so. Suzie falls asleep somewhere between the crying and sobbing and they all talk about what could possibly have happened to make Suzie cry like that. The next morning, Suzie has puffy eyes and her throat is soar when she speaks, her father hasn’t come to wake her up and she wanders in the room, looking for a pretty white dress he bought for her a few weeks ago. The dolls don’t know what’s happening and they confess they were a gift from her dad a few months ago. When she has her dress on her bed, she walks to the Barbie house and picks Derek and Stiles. She climbs on the bed again and sits them on the windowsill, looking outside of the house.

“Today’s my birthday…” she murmurs, and she sounds small, shouldn’t she be happy? “And yesterday was my mommy’s anniversary.”

Oh…

“Daddy should be asleep. He said we have a big party today for me with my family, but you know, I just want my mommy back,” she says with a watery voice. “You know? I picked you both because… in your boxes said that Stiles didn’t have a mother like me, and Derek didn’t have a family… I wanted you to give company to each other…” she sobs, and Stiles wants to hug her so badly, he almost feels his plastic limbs moving. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have make her go to buy that cake. It was my fault…”

The room’s door opens and her dad comes in running, eyes red, full of tears and a sad expression on his face, he hugs her and rocks her on her lap while murmuring it wasn’t her fault, and it’ll never be her fault. They both cry hugging each other with force, and after a few minutes he sobs and kisses her head.

“Come on, baby. We have a birthday party to prepare and the princess needs to give all the orders.”

She chuckles and sobs at the same time, and then she jumps out of her dad’s lap and smiles all watery.

“I’ll take a shower! The king should do that too! All the invitations said they should come for lunch and the castle needs to be prepared!” she runs for the bathroom, laughing, and her father stays sitting on the bed, he sighs and touches the white dress with careful hands.

Then he stands up and leaves the room.

***

“You ok?” Stiles asks Derek once the door is closed.

“It was my fault, you know? They’re all dead because of me.”

Stiles looks at him like he’s crazy and Derek flinches from his gaze. Stiles realizes that maybe, in these 14 years since the fire, no one has ever told Derek it wasn’t his fault, and that makes him angry.

“Did you start the fire?” he asks, anger on his voice.

“No, but…”

“Did you lock your family in your basement?” he asks again.

“No, but…”

“Did you put the circle of mountain ash?” Stiles interrupts again.

“No! But…!”

“Then it wasn’t your fault!” Stiles almost yells.

“I lured her into my house! I was the one who showed her we were werewolves!”

“She already knew, Derek!” Stiles says, voice almost cracking. Derek has thought about this so many times because Kate worked him up into thinking it. “She was aware of you and your family, Derek. You didn’t tell her anything she wasn’t in the know of. It. Wasn’t Your. Fault.”

“But if I didn’t… If I didn’t let her talk me into having a relationship…”

“She would have found a way to get to all of you. To burn the house with all of you inside. Laura, Cora and you too. There wouldn’t be any Hales left.”

“And what good has done that, huh!?” Derek retorts, “Peter killed my older sister. Cora was kidnapped. I killed my uncle.”

“But you, Derek, you are alive. Cora is alive. Peter, although crazy, is alive. Maybe Laura isn’t, but she wouldn’t want you to think the world would be better if you weren’t in it. It wouldn’t, and you know that. You know that.”

Derek doesn’t say anything, he just lowers his head, looking at his hands.

“You know that, right?” Stiles asks, worried tone on his voice, and he tries to make Derek look at him. “Derek?”

“I know. I just can’t help but think about it.”

“Nobody is asking you to stop thinking about it. I know it’s hard to stop thinking about the ‘what if’s, but you need to understand and believe it wasn’t your fault, and that the world would be really different without you.”

“Thanks…” Derek murmurs.

“That’s what I’m here for, Der…ek. Just like Suzie said, I’m here to keep you company. And call on your bullshit.”

Derek chuckles a bit and Stiles calls it a win.

***

Suzie plays with them a lot, but she doesn’t bring any friend to her room. She imagines these big fairy tales where the girls are the ones that save the boys, or where everyone is kidnapped in one of the rooms and superhero-Stiles saves the day and gets the guy. Sometimes she does these big tea parties and she invites her dad to sit with her and drink cold water from a teacup. There are other times where she takes one doll and she just falls sleep holding it, and it would surprise Stiles that she picks Derek a lot more than any of the others. Both of them need a lot of cuddles and snuggles, so he doesn’t complain – that much –. When Suzie sleeps, and Derek is not on her bed, he sits on the house’s porch and Stiles sits beside him to make him company. They don’t talk about the fire anymore, or about the Nogitsune, even if Stiles ‘wakes up’ from nightmares when Derek sleeps with Suzie. They are very aware that both of them have demons, and they should talk about them, but it almost seems like their eyebrows-to-mouth conversations can express more than words.

The first time they hold hands it’s because of Suzie. They’re in one of the weekly tea parties, and she paired everyone. In the end, Stiles and Derek sat beside each other – shocker – and Suzie took their plastic hands and put one on top of the other. It isn’t their first ‘casual’ touch (if they count the hand-on-shoulder thing), but it’s really weird because Derek’s hand feels cold on his hand, it’s uncomfortable because they can’t blend their palms into each other’s, and Stiles feels the urge to move his hand and intertwine their fingers, even if it’s impossible because his fingers are stick to each other.

It’s weird. It’s uncomfortable. And Stiles wants more.

***

It’s not that Derek isn’t aware of Stiles constant presence beside him. He is, he really is. But as a doll, he can’t really use his senses to feel if there is any threat coming from outside. So, he just focuses on the figure constantly sitting by his side on the porch. Stiles is a lot quieter in this doll form, like he doesn’t really have something to say to Derek. And Derek gets it, they’re together most of the day, it’s almost impossible for them to have something to say that the other doesn’t already know. That, of course, if they don’t talk about their past issues. Because that seems like a taboo topic between them.

“I just realized that I’ve been missing work for two and a half months…” Stiles comments, frowning.

“It’s been two and a half months?” Derek asks, looking at him with his eyebrows raised.

“I know, right? It doesn’t seem like it. Do you think Suzie will miss us when they rescue us?”

“She probably would. She likes talking to us…”

“She does… I’m gonna miss her too, you know? She’s a nice girl and I really hope she can grow into the grieve of her mother’s death. It’ll make her feel empty in a few years, when she needs someone to talk about boys, or girls, or just something she doesn’t want to tell her dad. And she’s gonna miss her really, really much.”

“I know… It’s really messed up that she has to feel that pain at such young age.”

“Yeah…”

They don’t say anything else. Suzie’s 7 now, she won’t remember her mother’s face and she’ll only recognize her when she sees her on photos. And Derek and Stiles can’t help but think about their own mothers. 10 and 16 aren’t ages to lose a parent either. No age is an age to lose a parent.

***

When they wake up, they’re lying on the floor, have the clothes Suzie put on them last night, and the pack is looking at them with open eyes and bright smiles.

“We did it!” Scott says excited and kneels down to hug Stiles.

“Oh, my god, Scott, please let me move” Stiles complains when he can’t stand up.

“We’re back,” Derek murmurs. “We’re back, Stiles.” He says again.

“Yeah!” Stiles says, getting up and offering a hand to Derek, he takes it and stands up too. “Dude, I have three months of paperwork to do… That’s gonna be so much fun.” He says sarcastically.

“Three months?” Scott says. “Bro, you’ve been gone for two days, three at max.”

“What?” they both murmur.

“Yeah. We killed the witch.” Derek and Stiles snort and the pack look at them suspiciously. “And we came to Deaton. Lydia found how to bring you back. She said you were in Sacramento but didn’t specify how you got there.” Scott continues.

“Yeah, the witch turned us into dolls and a little girl bought us at a store. We didn’t know where we were, we figured we were still here…” Stiles answers and then his eyes widen. “Derek!” he pats Derek’s arm rapidity until he rolls his eyes and looks at him. “Suzie!”

They both look at each other, silent conversation going on until Derek sighs and rubs his palm on his face, Stiles looks anxious and he starts looking around the room. They’re at the vet, obviously, but Deaton is nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Deaton?” Stiles asks.

“In the other room, he’s taking care of a puppy and… where are you going!?” Malia says.

“To see Deaton, come on, Derek!” Derek walks behind him rapidly, the pack look at each other and they walk behind them, curiously.

Alan Deaton is treating with carefulness a scared puppy. It’s brown, it’s trembling and tries to hide from Deaton’s touch.

“Deaton!” Stiles says, entering the room, the puppy squeaks.

“Mr. Stilinski, could you please be quiet? This puppy is as afraid as it is without you bursting into the room.”

“I’m sorry, but this is important.” Stiles continues, hushed voice instead of loud, looking at the puppy.

“Ah, yes. I guess I’m supposed to say, ‘Welcome back’, right?” he says, condescending tone ever so present.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re back, yay us. That’s not exactly what I want to ask you.”

“And what is it, then?” Deaton takes the puppy on his hands and puts it in a box, where the other puppies are jumping happily at the new member.

Overwhelming love, Stiles thinks and snorts.

“So, let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that the witch turned us into Barbie dolls and this little girl bought our boxes in a store, probably in Sacramento. We’re back and Scott tells us we’ve only been gone for a couple of days, but to us it was like three months. Will that still happen? Like, Su–the little girl– will bought the toys boxes and take them to her house, right? Hypothetically speaking, of course.” Stiles rushes to say.

“I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean, Mr. Stilinski, but hypothetically speaking, I don’t think she’ll be able to find the same toys where she left them because they don’t actually exist.”

“Damn it,” Stiles murmurs and then groans in exasperation.

It’s only been three months, he tells himself, but she’s in desperately need to talk to someone about everything and… god, when did I start to care so much for her?

“Is there a spell that can work out a stuffed doll or Barbie dolls out of the essence of someone?”, surprisingly, Derek asks.

“There might be, yes. But we need a witch for that to happen. A powerful one at that.”

“I can talk to miss Cadogan. I’m sure she’ll be eager to help.” Stiles mutters to Derek.

“She’s too old, Stiles.” Someone from behind says but he doesn’t have the willpower to care who it was.

“Text me everything we need. And take a shower first, please. You haven’t showered in three months.” Derek says, and there’s a smirk there, on his lips.

“Oh, shut up, you don’t smell that good either.”

And just when Derek turns around, Stiles realizes the missing, soothing hand on the small of his back that was most likely, very surely and distinctly Derek’s.

***

They’re going around the toy store, walking the aisles in employee’s uniforms. At the moment, they haven’t encountered another employee going around and the other two that let them borrow their uniforms are very well placed in the janitor’s closet. Very well unconscious. They’re whispering banter back and forth, smirking the whole time and walking really close when they spot Suzie’s father, trying to control the little girl’s outburst about toys.

“I don’t get it, dad! They were right here! I want my Derek and Stiles back!” she says, looking behind dolls like if she moves them enough, she can find another pair.

“We’ll find them somewhere, baby.” Her father answers, and he looks tired. A lot more tired than the last time they saw him.

“Hello, what seems to be the problem?” Stiles asks them, smile on his face.

“Stiles!” Suzie says and Stiles’ heart clenches.

“Suzie, honey, it’s not polite to call people by other names that are not theirs.” His father says, looking a little astonished, probably noticing the resemblance between the toys and the two men standing in front of them.

“I’m sorry…” she murmurs and lows down her head.

“It’s ok…” Derek answers softly. “Are you looking for a Stiles’ doll?”

“Yes! And Derek’s!” Suzie answers before her father.

“Well, little Suzie, we’re afraid to tell you that they’re discontinued. They weren’t that popular in the doll version, but we do have one last item in the Stiles and Derek collection.”

“I wanna see it! Can we see it, daddy?” she says eagerly.

“Of course, we can, honey. Please, gentlemen, show us the way.”

Derek and Stiles walk around some aisles until they’re in the stuffed animal and doll hall. In the middle of one of the shelves there’s a stuffed version of Stiles and Derek, holding hands. Stiles has a set of moles, brown eyes, a big smile and a blush. Derek has his eyes electric blue, two fluffy fangs in each corner of his mouth and a little flush too. They’re wearing the same clothes they had when they first disappeared, and Suzie looks so happy Stiles can’t help but smile with her.

“And you know, little Suzie,” Stiles says. “This version of them is a little bit different from the two dolls’ version.”

“Really? Why?” she asks, interested in the story.

“Well, I’m sure the boxes you bought last time had them separated, right?” Stiles continues, kneeling down in front of her. She nods, and he leans forward, like telling her a secret. “Well, they found each other. You know Derek and Stiles were friends before that?” she denies, looking impressed and teary. “They were! But they fought a lot. And then they realized they had a lot of things to bond around and they found each other. And now you found them, and they’ll be there with you, always.”

“Won’t they disappear like the other two dolls?” she asks, innocently frowning and pouting.

“No, of course not. I’m sure they had to fight an evil witch and that’s why they couldn’t get back to you. But these two? These two are not going to leave you alone as long as you want them there.”

“Yay!” she says and then her father is taking her hand and guiding her to the front to pay, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’.

“Oh, and this one is on the house. Don’t worry about it.” Derek says.

“But…”

“There’s no worry, seriously.” Derek continues. “We’re just pleased we can make her happy.”

They wave at her a goodbye and Stiles stands up, almost loosing balance. Derek catches him, and he exhales on his ear.

“Be careful.” He mumbles.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be here to catch me if I fall, right?” Stiles turns with a small, shy smile, and Derek nods. “Good.”

Derek takes his hand, interlocks their fingers and starts guiding him to the back, where the janitor’s closet is. Ready to go back to their lives and comfortable with the thought that Suzie will have a little piece of them that’ll protect her from whatever-comes-through-her-door. Meanwhile? Meanwhile Derek and Stiles play turns on which one of them gets to be Ken this time. The pack doesn’t really get why they joke around about Barbie and friends, and they seriously don’t want to ask when they start kissing.

#eternalstereksecretsanta17 #esss17 #sterek #fic #submission

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redsdesktop · 7 years ago

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Nameless Week: Sharing Beds.

Pairings: Red x Green/Blue Oak ( I use Green. )

Warnings: None.

AU: Omegaverse. If you're not familiar with this 'verse, I suggest looking it up. Though the 'verse varies from writer to writer.

Two young boys sat on the floor in a bedroom, reading a magazine together, they were fascinated by this week's issue. It had every gym leader and their description inside it, listing everything about them, including their secondary genders. It was growing apparent that most of the gym leaders were Alphas with only a couple of Betas mixed in, which only the silent boy seemed to notice. Being an omega, it was a little disheartening to have no idol that was the same dynamic as him. He looked over at his best friend Green, who was an alpha himself, signing him a question. Green was smart, knew a lot about the world beyond their little town, so maybe he had the answer to the question that had been bothering him.

'Why are there no omega leaders, Green?'

Green laughed and patted Red's shoulder, making Red frown, to the mute, this was a serious question. "Omegas are too weak to be a gym leader, duh! They need an alpha to keep them safe and protected. Don't worry about it, I can be your alpha!" Green said confidently, proudly, puffing his chest out a little as if that would impress and sooth Red's worries. Instead, it only annoyed the silent boy as he turned his head an looked away. While he liked the fact Green cared about him, but he wasn't weak, he could keep Green safe too. Friendship was a two way street and he would prove to Green that just because he was an omega, didn't mean he was weak.

That was the start of their downfall in friendship and the rise of their rivalry that would burn the both of them into ashes.

Ten years later, Red stood in front of a door with a tough decision in front of him. He'd escaped the world after winning the championship. People had began to protest that an omega couldn't be a champion and the gym leaders and elite four's strength were called in to question. If an omega could become Pokemon league champion then it was obvious that the system was too weak because people refused to believe a ten year old omega could not only stop Team Rocket, but become champion as well. He was labelled a liar and had been harassed until finally, he broke. He ran away into hiding where no one would find him. Mount Silver had been the place, no one would suspect him to be living in such a dangerous environment. He had, he thrived their in the silence and the wild, where Pokemon didn't judge him based on what he was and rather who he was.

So why was he here? Green had been the first one to not believe in him, had constantly bullied him and told him to just give up and go home.It wasn't entirely Green's fault though, Red had a lot of time to think and mull things over. Green had only wanted to protect him, his friend had cared about him, but Rd just couldn't let his only friend think of him as weak or a liability. In the end, he'd embarrassed Green, an Alpha champion for five minutes only to be taken down by an omega. Red had left him with the fallout of what he'd done and the guilt ate at him for years. He didn't regret beating Green, but he did regret not staying, not trying to mend things with Green. In the end, Green had been the strong one and had stayed despite everything. Red had ran, too weak to face the ridicule.

Now he stood in front of Green's door, having retrieved Green's new house location from his sister, Daisy, who had promised to keep it a surprise. Though Red still wasn't certain if he should be here or not as the cold nightly wind brushed up against him, tussling his dark brown hair that poked out the sides of his worn out baseball cap. Would Green even remember him? If he did, would he hate him? Red had grown up, filled out his body and had built up muscle from the harsh living on top of the mountain. To anyone who didn't catch a whiff of his gentle and sweet omega scent, they'd label him as an Alpha from body shape alone. Red lifted up a shaking hand, nervous about this, he feared the worst, expected it even. Still though, he needed to see Green again, so he knocked gently on the door, the sound was too soft, too hesitant. Red stood there, wondering if Green had even heard it, he had to be home since it was two in the morning on a weekday.

Then he heard scratching from the inside of the door, lowering his gaze in question since the scratching was coming from low to the ground, then he heard the excited trill of an eevee. The sound made his bored pikachu on his shoulders perk up and clamber down to the ground. He began scratching at the door as well, eager to see his own long lost friend. The scratching from inside stopped, wondering if eevee had given up, though likely not if he remembered the little brown fox Pokemon correctly. Eevee always got what she wanted, her determination despite being unevolved and refusing Green's insistence to evolve at every turn made Red admire her. He supposed that's why his pikachu was friends with her as well, sharing the same desire to not evolve and his pikachu's desire to thwart Green every step of the way.

"Eevee, what is it, its two in the damn morning." Red heard a muffled grumble coming from inside the house, making his heart begin to pick up speed. He would've ran, but his feet were stubbornly glued to the doorstep, too panicked to work properly. As he watched the doorknob turn, his stress grew, unintentionally making his scent give off a bitter scent, revealing his anxiety without words. He'd been so calm and collected up on the mountain, but down here, facing Green for the first time in a decade, he felt nervous for the first time. The door opened finally, revealing a sight that Red was unprepared for. Red had stupidly thought Green would look the same as he did when they were kids, he couldn't get the image out of his head even though rationally he knew Green had grown up just like he had.

Not only that, but his friend was wearing only a pair of green boxers, it shouldn't mean anything to him, he'd seen Green as a kid wearing only boxers or shorts. But Green wasn't a kid anymore, that much was obvious. Red's eyes widened as he looked from head to toe and back again, unaware that the speechless Green was just as shocked and doing the same with him. Something about seeing Green's lean muscled swimmer's body made Red's cheeks flush red and turn his head, ducking it as he raised his hand to nervously adjust his hat by the brim, conveniently hiding his face. They stood their awkwardly for a moment, silence making Red uncomfortable since he waited for Green to say something, anything.

"Arceus, you stink."

Well, that wasn't exactly what he hoped for.Afraid he was being rejected, he stepped back, or tried to, but a hand shot out to grab a hold of his arm firmly. Startled, not used to human contact after so long, Red froze, his entire body tense as an Alpha had grabbed him. Every omega instinct told him to either run or try to make himself smaller. He refused to do either, if he'd did that, he'd just be proving everyone right that he was weak.

"Whoa, hey wait, don't go. I just meant that your stinkin' up the place with your stress. Chill out, I'm not going to bite." Green spoke, his sleepy voice gentle, trying to soothe over Red's fear. It had been so long since he interacted with someone, he'd forgotten how stressful it was. Not only that, but this was Green, his closest friend that he'd let down, that he ruined on accident. He needed to stay. Needed to apologize to get this guilt off his chest before it completely crushed him, maybe then the both of them could live in some sort of peace. Green lightly tugged on Red's arm, trying to indicate that he should come in. "Get inside, you oaf. You're letting all the cold air in." Well, it seemed Green hadn't changed in calling him names, but that fact was comforting. Calling him these light insults was familiar and Red knew the true meaning behind it.

Green had his own way of showing care, most thought it was just bullying, but Red had stuck around Green long enough to see beneath that defensive barrier and had grew to understand his childhood friend. If he was lightly insulting him, that meant they were still friends, right? Slowly he moved into the house, pikachu had no reserves and darted in between Green's legs, nearly tripping the man over in his rush to play with eevee.As the door closed behind him, he took a deep inhale and there was a faint upturn in one corner of his lips as the scent of the house reminded him of their childhood. He always teased Green about his scent, the warm, strong smell of freshly cut oakwood after Green's surname. It filled the place with Green's personalized scent, it was slowly putting Red's nerves at ease, but not completely. Now he was inside Green's house, his personal space, his den. Red wasn't certain what to do with himself, not knowing his boundaries.

"Can we talk later? I stayed up all night getting the gym's paperwork done." Green said before yawning, reaching up to comb his fingers through his hair, he had terrible bedhead just like he had when he was a kid. Red nodded a little, glancing over at the couch in the living room, Green caught his look and tightened his grip on Red's arm a little. "Oh no no no, I'm not letting you sleep alone so you can sneak out on me again while I'm asleep. You're staying in my bed so you can't escape." Green leveled him with a glare, but Red didn't seem to notice as he met those hazel eyes, they looked even better than he remembered, even if he didn't particularly like the tired look in them. Red sighed out and gave a nod, giving in to Green's demands before his childhood friend began to drag him down the hall to his bedroom.

The bedroom had even a stronger scent, making Red feel a little nervous, this place was private, for Green. No one came into an Alpha's room unless they were bonded, but it seemed Green was too tired to care about protocol.So tired that he shoved Red back, causing Red to let out a huff of surprise at such a demand, especially when he hadn't even taken off his shoes yet. Green climbed into bed on the other side while Red toed off his worn out sneakers, not confident enough to strip down to his boxers like Green. He rolled onto his side, his back facing Green to give the other male privacy as he pulled the blankets up. He couldn't sleep, his mind was whirling through all his thoughts on what was happening. Green wasn't mad, at least not yet since his friend was likely more tired than angry. However, Green hadn't shut the door in his face and now... He could feel Green scooting up behind him. Too close.

And yet, the feel of Green's arm curling about his waist and the soft and slow warm breaths that brushed over the back of his neck were comforting. This. This was home.

#namelessweek #namelessshipping #originalshipping #trainer red #trainer green #trainer blue #green oak #blue oak #pokemon #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #alternate universe #au #prompt #oneshot #fanfic

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tsukishima-tadashi · 8 years ago

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Why I Believe the Veil Must Come Down but Everyone Survives Contrary to what Egghead Claims

There are reasons to believe that the Veil’s fall is inevitable anyways, as well as that it actually won’t destroy everything as Solas’ believes. In fact, it may even cure the Blight and solve other major issues. The Canticle of Exaltations, detailing Drakon’s vision of Andraste, sees the creation of the Breach, waking of the Elvhen in Uthenera and the Titans, a battle with beasts that curse those fighting them until they are indistinguishable from each other (Darkspawn and the Wardens?), and the Temple of Sacred Ashes being lifted into the sky. All things that happen in Inquisition, yes?

This follows:

(8) The ninth sacred mountain upon which rests The mortal dust of Our Lady ascended Whole into the heavens, to be given high honor In the Realm of Dreams forever. And around it, a chorus of spirits sang: “Whatsoever passes through the fire Is not lost, but made eternal; As air can never be broken nor crushed, The tempered soul is everlasting!”

(9) And I looked up and saw The seven gates of the Black City shatter, And darkness cloaked both realms.

Andraste gives Drakon his destiny

(10) I covered my face, fearful, But the Lady took my hands from my eyes, Saying, “Remember the fire. You must pass Through it alone to be forged anew. Look! Look upon the Light so you May lead others here through the darkness, Blade of the Faith!”

The Maker returns

(11) In dread I looked up once more And saw the darkness warp and crumble, For it was thin as samite, A fragile shroud over the Light Which turned it to ash.

First, let’s note that what Andraste says to Drakon is similar to Flemeth’s prophecy to Hawke.

“We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment… and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.”

This being the suggestion that the Veil’s destruction can be survived.

It comes up in other places, too. In Origins, a templar driven insane by lyrium addiction has this to say:

“That which you fear, living in the shadow of death alone. I have seen it is only a cloud… passing before the sun.”

And of course, we all remember The Dawn Will Come:

“Shadows fall, and hope has fled

Steel your heart, the dawn will come

The night is long, and the path is dark

Look to the sky, for one day soon

The dawn will come”

One last quote, courtesy of a Chantry sister in Denerim:

“The deep dark before dawn’s first light seems eternal. But know that the sun always rises.”

All speak of light coming after the darkness… just as Drakon sees darkness “cloak both realms” before… being overcome by light.

The darkness, is, of course, the Blight. The Black City, upon it’s “seven gates” shattering (likely related to the archdemons), spreads the taint everywhere… but then it disappears.

Let’s connectr this back to the crimes the Elvhen perpetrated against the Titans, as well as the mural in Trespasser that implies that the Elvhen had to seal the Deep Roads to save the world. Oh, let’s add in Andruil wearing armor and using weapons “made from the Void” that drove her insane, too, and connect it back to Meredith’s red lyrium sword.

The Elves mined for “something else” besides lyrium when they were in the Deep Roads.

The Titans’ hearts.

Upon taking them, the Titans were no longer connected to the Dwarves. They no longer had a will directing them.

Now, recall that Valta mentions lyrium’s song, as does Justice.

And recall that Wardens and Darkspawn describe the Calling as a song.

Starting to make sense?

Red lyrium doesn’t just have the Blight. It’s the source of the Blight.

Cole says that red lyrium’s song is “angry”. Red = anger. Blue = calmness (”tranquillity”, if you will, which makes a sick amount of sense when you consider that lyrium is involved in the Rite of Tranquility).

Why is it angry? it got it’s heart stolen. Think Moana.

Now, a brief distraction to focus on an Avvar tale.It starts of by claiming “Even mountains had a heart, once” which should already be ringing bells. It says that Korth the Mountain-Father once tried to rid himself of his heart so he would be without weakness, hiding it in the mountains, but became cruel as a result. The Lady of the Skies sends for his heart, and when one of her messengers retrieves it, its cask ends up crashing on the ground, where, being “full to the bursting”, it shatters. Driven by the pain, Korth investigates, and his heart instantly leaps back into his chest.

So red lyrium was birthed by power without heart. And while we are taking notes, let’s jot down that Korth is likely related to the Titans, which also probably ties into how the Avvar believe Dwarves and Humans are related.

One last point: in Origins, Oghren points out the Temple of Sacred Ashes was sitting on LOADS of lyrium. We even see some of it in Inquisition, now red. And at the end of Inquisition, we see that the Temple of Sacred Ashes was built over an Elvhen temple.

What if we assumed this was on purpose? That the Elvhen built their most sacred sites on the corpses of their apparent enemies.

Now, let me draw again to an Avvar tale:

It is said that once, where Lake Calenhad now is, there was a mountain at the center of the world. Belenas. Korth made his home on it, but soon grew tired of people rudely climbing it and barging in like “hey waddup”. Korth asked that the Lady of the Skies would lift Belenas into her realm, that it would not be reachable.

Let me also remind everyone of the numerous theories suggesting that Arlathan, the seat of Elvhen power, is now the Black City.

So, my suggestion is that Korth WAS Belenas, and that Belenas was a Titan. The Evanuris murdered Belenas by stealing his heart. They then built Arlathan atop his corpse. When the Veil went up, it was stuck in the Fade.

This is also supported by theories that the Lady of the Skies is actually Mythal. I was going to link some here but I can’t find them so I have to explain my damn self.

- Laughing. Friggin Flemeth laughs.

- Leaf-earred. Uhh, duh?

- Tells Tyrdda she needs to have a descendant named Morrighan’nan. Sounds like Morrigan.

- Struck down a dragon. Plus Dragons are also from the sky. Sky also stands for the Fade here so…

- Knew going to the Golden City was Shite Idea

Note to self: revise that.

So. The Golden City is Arlathan is a heartless Titan. Why’d it turn black? Why did Dreamers become so rare after that?

I think that particular part relates to dragons. In inquisition we find out that dragons can trap the taint in cysts to slow its spread. I guess the magister Sidereel popped one. Or…

We see in The Descent that the Sha’Brytol drank from the Titan’s heart.

Corypheus says that the Magisters Sidereel “took the darkness upon themselves”. That reminded me of aforementioned heart-drinking.

Additionally, consider that according to Solas, the people that first unleashed the Blight thought they had achieved ultimate power. Thus, the Evanuris (minus Solas and Mythal) saw it as a good thing. If the Evanuris and the Old Gods are connected, then maybe they weren’t lying when they offered the Magisters Sidereel power. It’s just that their gift was the Blight. They did become immortal, after all.

However, it is said that the Black City will be cleansed. By the Chant of Light. A song. The “right” song. The song lyrium sings.

The Canticle of Exaltations ends on this note:

(13) From every corner of the earth The Chant of Light echoed, As the Maker walked the land With Andraste at His right hand. And they reached the gates of Minrathous, Where once a terrible fire swept The Light of redemption from the face of the world, And there, the Lady of Restitution Drew her shining sword And plunged it into the ground at her feet, saying:

The sins of creation are redeemed

(14) “All sins are forgiven! All crimes pardoned! Let no soul harbor guilt! Let no soul hunger for justice! By the Maker’s will I decree Harmony in all things. Let Balance be restored And the world given eternal life.”

Balance cannot be restored while the Veil still stands, and the world will survive it’s fall.

#crows squawking loudly #dragon age spoilers #spoilers #inquisition spoilers #trespasser spoilers

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