#because the spider got split up into different parts

[mama-marleigh]

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[szynkaaa]

This is my first time asking but I'm going to ask anyway (and English is not my native language) I'm curious to know how your OC and the destined one met (I mean how was their first interaction)

hi hi! thank you so much for your ask, this is the first time I have received one about my OC <3

probably something like this (read right-to-left)

Gonna use this chance to talk a bit more about my AU lol

Wrote in a separate post here that Oz has met Sun Wukong before when she was a child and he was buried under the mountain.

So when she got whisked back into fantasy ancient China, she landed where Yuan Shoucheng aka Gourd Grandpa (the old man carrying a big gourd on his back) was already waiting there for her. He foresaw her arriva. The vague gist of my AU is that the the reason why this Destined One succeeds in retrieving all artifacts and becomes SWK is because he is also sort of the manifestation of that childish promise 5-years-old Oz made that she will save SWK one day (from under the mountain but clearly that didn't happen lol). But also since her ancestor is from this world, her descendants were fated to return back here one day.

Gourd grandpa updates her on her ancestors and their roles in the Celestial Court and the shitstorm that happened that ultimately let to the clan being massacred and one person escaping to "our" world, where magic doesn't exist and all those people are just characters from myths and stories. But also her ancestor isn't the only person that traversed through the two worlds - over the centuries more have come and gone. This is also why people in her world have those myths and deities. In my AU Wu Cheng'en also escaped from fantasy ancient China into her world and then wrote Journey to the West. He took artistic liberty to change some things for his novel, hence some things in BMW are different than in JTTW (like the ZBJ and violet spider love story or how SWK had a romance with White Bone Demon).

Anywayyy, Oz task on the adventure is to document their journey together, and she is responsible for using the magical gourd to suck in the will of the defeated bosses in.

And 2-3 days later the Destined One shows up. I don't think Oz was very happy about leaving gourd grandpa and join the Destined One on his travel, but if he is her best chance to find a way back home to see Taylor Swift live, then she will do it.

The Destined One is indifferent to mildly annoyed about this, but doesn't protest too much, as long as she doesn't slow him down yadda yadda. I do think that DO did feel some sort of special connection to her, because he is sort of a manifestation of that promise. it doesn't really take long for him to get used to her and also to care for her. One of Sun Wukong's massive core trait is that he cares so much for his loved ones and does not hesitate to do the impossible for them, and I like to imagine that even though SWK senses have been split into 6 different parts, the caring part stayed with each Destined One reincarnation.

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (2) - Paint it black

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4.6k

-I look inside myself and see my heart is black-

The very first thing that greeted you when you came back to your room after lunch was a tape splitting what used to be Enid's part of the room right down the middle. 'She works fast, but was the tape really necessary?' you wondered and chose to stay in Enid's side of the room for a moment. You glance to the right, and there it was, another tape, separating your part of the room from Wednesday's.

"You're not expecting me to build a bridge or fly across somehow, are you?" you asked jokingly, complete with a small grin on your face. Not that Wednesday saw it, as she was busy peeling off the colorful decoration from the window. When you left the room before the large window looked like a flower, but now Wednesday's half started looking more and more like a spider's web.

"That would be asinine. I expect you to keep your belongings in your part of the room and to minimize the time spent in my part of the room," you were more surprised she answered, but that sounded reasonable. She had her space and was protective of it, you actually understood that.

Maybe it was your imagination, but the tips of her fingers seemed a bit red. Was she actually allergic to color? "I can work with that," you replied to her earlier statement and walked over to her. She definitely noticed you approaching, even if she didn't spare a single glance toward you. Upon closer look, you confirmed her fingers were a bit red. So, without a word, you stepped into her side of the room and began peeling the stickers off.

"What are you doing?" she asked with the tiniest hint of surprise in her voice. Just a tiny, barely noticeable shift in her tone. Since you would be living together you figured you should pay attention to the minute changes in her behavior, since she clearly wasn’t going to be very expressive about her feelings.

"Scratching the window, it told me it had an itch somewhere around here," you looked up at her, dead serious as you said that, and just for good measure you lightly scratched the part of the window that still had the stickers on.

Wednesday paused and stared at you, without blinking. Once. Well, if that was how she was going to be. "Don't worry, I won't disappear if you blink," you grinned a bit and caught the minuscule twitch of her brow at that.

"You are irritating," she simply stated and went back to clearing the window.

You shrugged. "I can live with that," she didn't tell you to stop, or go away, so you continued until her half of the window was completely bare. After that, you just grabbed the discarded decorations and threw them into a trash bag. "A bit of a warning, I don't think Enid will like this change of scenery,” you realized your words could be taken the wrong way the moment you said them, but it was one moment too late.

"You have your parts of the room, I have mine," you looked at the shorter girl to see her glaring at you.

"That goes without saying, and Enid agrees with that. I'm just saying the first reaction might not be supportive," you explained because you really didn't want to make Wednesday feel like she needed to defend herself. Or however she was feeling at the moment because you couldn't read how she felt to save your life. Maybe she was being defensive, maybe she was irritated, maybe she felt an entirely different negative emotion you had no idea even existed.

The glare lost some of its edge, but she glanced at the spot you were standing on, which was in her part of the room.

"Right, got it," you gave her a thumb up and stepped over the tape into your side of the room.

~X~

And then Enid came in, with the grace and patience of someone who came back home to an unwanted guest after a bad day at work and horrible traffic. "What the hell did you do to my room?!" she demanded, immediately turning toward Wednesday.

Wednesday, who was sitting at her table, turned her chair so she could face Enid. "I divided our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side," maybe you imagined it, but you could have sworn there was a small tremble in her voice. And it didn’t escape your notice that she said ‘our’ room, unlike Enid who said ‘my’, honestly, you were surprised by that.

Worried about things possibly escalating you placed a bookmark to mark the page you were on and got up from your bed. You moved to the border and leaned sideways against the wall, fearing you might just become a witness to a war that could easily engulf what was once a peaceful room.

Noticing your approached Enid swiftly turned toward you. "Why did you let her? Better yet, why did you help her?" Enid automatically turned her attention toward you.

"Because it's her part of the room?" you raised an eyebrow, really hoping Enid would think about this rationally. "Half of that oversized window is hers."

"A third of it is," Enid corrected you, and well, you didn’t really see it, it wasn’t in your part of the room. But you guessed there was some logic to what Enid was saying.

Not that it mattered. "Okay, then half of mine is yours and the other half is hers. I don't care about the custody over the spider web flower window," you just wanted the first night to remain peaceful. Was that too much to ask?

"I-" Enid tried to say something.

Wednesday didn't let her. "Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time," she turned back to her table, and you finally noticed the typewriter. You were slowly piecing some things together now.

"Your writing time?" Enid asked, momentarily forgetting about the almost argument over the window.

It slipped your mind that Wednesday easily had fifteen minutes between clearing out her side of the window and Enid's arrival and that she was only now getting ready to start her writing time.

"I devote an hour a day to my novel," she clarified and you couldn't help but nod. That was some dedication. "Perhaps if you did the same your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

You covered your eyes and raised your head. There goes the peaceful night. "Well, that was uncalled for," you sighed, unaware that the goth girl glanced at you for a split second.

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love," Enid became defensive, and with Wednesday already intent on arguing her point it was as if all three of you were running head-first into a wall.

Wednesday stood up and approached Enid. "Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

Right, at this point, there was nothing you could do, you only wished you had popcorn for the chaos that could easily ensue.

"Uh, you mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings you know? I realize that's a foreign concept to you," Enid retorted.

Your jaw dropped a bit, and you could just look at Enid, flabbergasted.

"When I look at you the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole," Wednesday turned around. "By the way, there are two Ds in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly," she said as she went back to her table.

You let out a sigh of relief and were about to go back to your book. Which meant you didn't see Enid turning the music on. Much to your horror and Wednesday's irritation, Enid started dancing to the music. Any other time you'd be fine with this, you liked Enid having fun and being passionate about something. This just wasn't the time.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning," Wednesday didn't even try to conceal the threat as she stomped back to Enid.

"Okay, let's just settle down!" you got between them, somehow standing right in the middle of the room.

Enid roared and her claws came out. "Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them," Enid threatened back and considering the way Wednesday wasn't even flinching you couldn't help but question your decision to get between them.

Luckily, the doors opened, and Thornhill entered, saving you from untimely doom. Huh? Saved by Thornhill? That was something you never expected to experience, yet here you were.

"Good evening, girls! Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in," no one was interrupting her, but she definitely noticed the tension in the room as you turned around and took a few steps back. You and Thornhill, well, you didn't have a great start. "Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Miss Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies I wasn't there to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid and Y/N have given you the old Nevermore welcome."

"They've been smothering me with hospitality," Wednesday replied and you could already sense the morbid continuation. "I hope to return the favor. In their sleep," there it was. She didn't even think twice about saying it.

‘Talk about subtle’ you thought as you turned to look at her. "How about no?" you asked.

"Sleep with one eye open," she stated evenly, her eyes still fixated on Thornhill.

You threw your arms up in the air, looking at her incredulously. "What did I even do?!"

Wednesday looked back at you. "Plenty."

That didn't answer anything!

Thornhill faked a cough, bringing Wednesday's attention back to her. "Well, here's a little gift from my conservatory," she handed her a black flower. "I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

You got yellow spider lily and Enid got a bluebonnet. Kinda obvious choices, but it was the point of Thornhill’s gesture.

"The black dahlia," Wednesday recognized it, hell, she even sounded impressed.

Thornhill's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you know it?"

"Of course, it's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you,” Wednesday replied as se took the flower.

Thornhill clasped her hands together. "Okie-dokie. oh, before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever, or girls with those intentions in mind," she listed off the most important ones.

Wednesday, however, wasn't interested in any of those rules. "What's the story about going into the local town?"

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends," Thornhill explained. "The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, don't go electrocuting people, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk!" Thornhill left the three of you alone, but the damage was already done.

You tried to ignore Wednesday looking at you and just went back to your book.

"She was defending Xavier on the previous Outreach day," Enid explained.

"Enid!" you exclaimed, looking at her. There was no need to explain to anyone what happened that day. "It doesn't matter," you still electrocuted those four. As far as you were concerned the conversation was over.

Fifteen minutes later your phone buzzed next to you and you saw it was a message from Enid. You lowered your book and raised an eyebrow at her. She just shrugged and motioned toward your phone.

You gave in and opened the message. It just said 'Sorry 😓' and you stared at it, puzzled.

You: Shouldn't you say that to Wednesday?

Enid: 🤨

You: Kinda went too far with feelings jab. Also, I sent you a message so you could calm down, not storm in ready to fight.

Enid: Oh, I meant sorry about mentioning Xavier.

Enid: Speaking of Wednesday, how come you're taking her side now?

You: I'm not taking sides. It's her room as well

Enid: Yeah, but you're calling me out on that now.

Enid: At least openly take her side next time. 😒😒

You: I'm not going to gang up on you with basically a stranger.

Enid: She's been cold and mean to me all day.

You: And she just got here. Give her a chance?

You looked up from your phone and saw Enid reluctantly nodding at you.

~X~

The next time you got a few other pieces of the puzzle known as Wednesday Addams was during the fencing class. You were paired up with Kent at the end of the row so you didn't notice when she came in. You heard her, and by that point she already set things into motion.

"I do," she declared boldly and the split second you took to look at the girl dressed completely in black cost you the point and the match.

"Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in," apparently Wednesday went right for Bianca, for reasons you couldn't understand at the moment. Did Enid tell her about the apparent ‘hierarchy’ in the school so she was going for the Queen of Nevermore? Wednesday didn’t strike you as someone interested in something like school status.

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stinger and they drop dead," Wednesday stated, proving to you that she must have listened to Enid yesterday because there was no other explanation as to how she knew that. But it still didn’t explain her behavior. Maybe she was just looking for a challenge.

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy," Bianca said after a short pause.

"Are we doing this or not?" Wednesday asked and they were, in fact, doing it. She put her mask on, and you took yours off to better look at her fight.

They began and you were genuinely impressed. Bianca could be self-appointed Queen Bee all day long, but there was no denying the fact that she knew how to fence. She was the best at it, without a doubt, yet there Wednesday was, parrying and deflecting each of Bianca's attacks and fighting back with equal force.

You watched, as if hypnotized, as Wednesday bent her knee and raised the tip to Bianca's neck.

The second round was quick, with Bianca fiercely attacking and using the height advantage she had to get the second point.

Bianca took her mask off and smirked. "That first point was clearly beginner's luck. Let's finish this," she taunted smugly.

Wednesday, while probably not shaken by the loss of a point, acted recklessly. "For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge. No masks. No tips. The winner draws first blood."

You frowned. It was an immediate decision on Wednesday's part. A spur-of-the-moment reaction that didn't match the girl's quick and clever retorts. She was cornered just for a moment and upped the stakes, much like she did last night.

"Let's see if you bleed in black and white," Bianca accepted the challenge, and all the rules and all the matches were off by now, with everyone closely watching the even struggle between the two. Wednesday was graceful, dodging and flipping effortlessly and attacking with dangerous precision. She was fast, aware of her surroundings, clearly much more experienced than even Bianca.

The thing is, fights to the first blood aren't always won by the more skilled fighter. Luck played a role in them, as did the range yet again and the tip of Bianca's blade nicked Wednesday's forehead, right above the left eyebrow.

"Looks like your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."

You watched as Wednesday just left.

~X~

By the time you came back to your room with Enid, you figured Wednesday would already be there. It was just a nick, it shouldn't take too long to patch up.

"She's not here," Enid pointed out and you frowned, immediately heading outside. "Wait, Y/N! It's raining!" Enid ran after you. "You don't even know if Wednesday is still in the infirmary! Maybe she went out for a walk, this kind of weather seems like something she'd like, or tolerate at least!"

You could see Enid's reasoning, but it still didn't stop you from rushing down the stairs. Were you worried about Wednesday? No, not really. You just wanted to make sure she wasn't still at the infirmary. Was it raining? It was. You could handle a bit of rain because it didn't make sense for her to still be there. But as if drawn to a storm something just pulled you to get there.

Enid came with you after all, though the moment you stepped into the rain she kept a safe distance from you. Luckily the rain wasn't pouring so the brief run through it didn't make your lightning unstable. You still felt the heat within you, but you were completely in control.

You opened the doors to the infirmary and saw Xavier and then you noticed Wednesday, lying on the bed in a corpse-like position. "What happened?"

Xavier abruptly stood up, surprised to see you and Enid. "Y/N, it's raining!" he chastised you, but seeing as you were already there he gave up and sighed, pointing his hand toward Wednesday. "She was nearly crushed by a gargoyle."

"What? Is she okay?" Enid covered her mouth in shock and approached the sleeping girl.

"I pushed her out of the way. Don't worry, she doesn't have a concussion," Xavier assured and Enid let out a sigh of relief.

You nodded and looked at Wednesday from afar, not daring to approach while you were still even slightly wet from the rain. "I'll come back to the room later, don't wait for me," you said and stepped outside.

There weren't many people who could make a gargoyle fall in this school, and there was no way that was an accident. Furthermore, not a lot of people had an opportunity to do it. You couldn't think of a reason why he'd do it, but there was one person in your class who had the opportunity and ability to do it.

~X~

You tucked the knife into the holster attached to your belt, hidden on your back, just beneath the jacket as you landed on the fence of Xavier and Rowan's balcony. Your eyes were bright red as you pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

Rowan jumped to his feet. "Y/N! Why are you here? How did you even get up here?"

"Raiju secrets Rowan," your eyes turned back to their usual color, indicating you weren't there to fight. "What's up with that gargoyle, hmm?"

He backed away as you approached. "What are you talking about? What gargoyle?"

"The one you tried to kill Wednesday with," you could see how tense he suddenly got.

"I didn't do it. I don't know what you're talking about," he threw his arms up in the air and began pacing. "Why would you care even if I did? She just got here! You've been friendly with me for years, and didn't make me feel like an outcast! That's why I'm not attacking you for accusing me!"

Something was seriously wrong with him. He wasn't like this before. He was awkward and timid, not mad as he was right now. "You and I both know how that fight would go. I don't want to hurt you, confess and let's go to Weems," you offered and felt an invisible force lifting you into the air, but you remained calm. Your eyes once again turned red as sparks danced around your body.

"You underestimate me, Y/N!" he yelled, but before either of you could do anything else a knock on the door interrupted you.

"Rowan? Who is in there with you?" a voice demanded from behind the doors.

"I'm watching you, don't start a fight you can't finish," you warned as he released you from his hold. You left the same way you came, jumping from the balcony and tossing the knife toward the ground.

~X~

You were outside, sitting on the fence of the balcony with your back against the gargoyle. The sky was clear, and you just wanted some fresh air. Rowan didn't try anything after the first attempt, but he also didn't get the opportunity to do it either. You were lost in thoughts, just looking at the stars when Wednesday came out, cello in hands and a severed stitched-up hand by her side.

"I'm guessing it's four of us now?" you tilted your head, smiling slightly.

Wednesday actually blinked and that surprised you way more than a moving severed hand. "This is Thing," she said as Thing climbed up to her shoulder and bowed down as a greeting.

You just raised your hand. "Hey, Thing. I'm Y/N," now, you couldn't say you saw anything like him before, but at this point, you just went along with anything that could or would happen. "You can play cello?" you asked, though seeing as she had it you probably just asked a bit of a dumb question.

"Yes," Wednesday said as her and Thing set the instrument up.

"Can I stay and listen?" you asked, already prepared to leave her if she said you couldn't.

"Do what you want," she, instead pretty much told you you could stay. So, you did just that. You closed your eyes and listened as she played 'Paint it Black' without once messing it up.

Once she was finished, she exhaled sharply and you heard Thing tapping.

"No, I don't really feel better," Wednesday said, frankly you were surprised she said it in front of you, but you chose not to comment on that. "There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's school."

You remained silent once again. Wednesday was right. Now, you didn't know much about the history of the school, but you heard from your dad some things that weren't entirely normal kept happening at the school. He'd been a bit paranoid about letting you stay here when he heard the news four years ago, but you didn't have much of a choice. At first, you thought he was messing with you, the jokester that he is, but you felt it from the first storm. Something about the school made storms more difficult, and you doubted it was only because you were getting stronger. And that voice... you still didn't understand what that voice was, why it was laced with static, or why it seemed like only you could hear it.

It existed. You knew that much. Because when you mentioned it to your dad he told you he heard it too. He, a raiju, had the same experience.

The question that plagued you the most was why could you only hear it during storms that lasted for days?

Of course, you weren't about to tell Wednesday about any of that.

Enid came outside and noticed the cello. "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?"

"I had an extra hand," Wednesday replied and you couldn't help but grin at that. true, but a bit playful, though you figured it wasn't intentional.

Enid looked confused until she noticed Thing. "Whoa. Where's the rest of him?"

"It's one of the great Addams family mysteries," Wednesday said.

"So, you don't know?" you teased jokingly.

"I could push you," she threatened as a response.

You smirked at that. "Go ahead and try. I might surprise you," she looked like she might take you up on that offer until werewolves began howling.

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asked, perhaps only now remembering Enid should be turning into a werewolf as well.

"Because I can't," Enid showed her hand and her claws came out. "It's all I got," she somberly went over to the fence and leaned down. "My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it?" her voice trembled as she spoke. "Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

You looked to the side. You were a raiju. You could never comfort her, as much as you wanted to. Werewolves and raiju were about as close to opposites as you could imagine, at least as far as social structure went.

"What happens then?" Wednesday asked.

"I'd become a lone wolf," Enid sighed.

Wednesday took that information in before eventually responding. "Sounds perfect."

"Not what she wants to hear, Wednesday," you sighed, you figured she didn't mean it in a bad way, but it still came off as insensitive.

"Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over! I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospects of finding a mate," Enid cried out, frustrated by her inability to wolf out.

"I'm failing to see the problem here," okay, maybe she just was insensitive.

"I could die alone!" Enid exclaimed.

"We all die alone, Enid," Wednesday just said it how it is.

"You really suck at this, cheering people up," Enid criticized and leaned down, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing.

"Why are you crying?" Wednesday eventually asked much to your surprise.

"'Cause I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried? Or are you above that too?" Enid assumed, perhaps a bit too harshly, but considering the way Wednesday was responding to her turmoil you couldn't say you blamed her.

Surprisingly, Wednesday began talking. "It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion Nero out for his afternoon stroll when we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch while the others ran Nero over until... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out, but tears don't fix anything, so I vowed not to do it again."

You remained silent, taking the story in. It explained a lot about the girl. Once upon a time, she loved so deeply that violently losing such love meant she was no longer open to loving that hard.

"Your secret's safe with us, I don't know how Y/N doesn't, but I still think you're weird as shit, though," Enid told her.

"The feeling is incredibly mutual," Wednesday replied, for a moment she looked at you and your eyes met, but she didn't address what Enid said about you. Eventually, she averted her gaze from you. "How would you like to have your room back to how it was before?"

"Nah, too much pain in the ass to put the window back together," you climbed down from the fence, yawning as you did so. "Good night you three."

You heard Thing tapping, basically telling you good night back.

"Night!" Enid exclaimed as you went inside.

Wednesday, as usual, didn't respond unless necessary.

A/N: You know, one thing that really caught my attention as I wrote this is the fact that Wednesday is the one saying 'our room' right from the start, while Enid opens with 'my room', when their personalities on the surface would imply the opposite. Also, you can't tell me Wednesday's voice doesn't tremble a bit when she says 'rainbow vomited' just listen to it and compare it with the rest of her lines.

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[twistedcelestialmind]

Caught in a Web. {Yan!Drider x Reader}

Warns: Kidnapping and Murder! POV: You and two friends travel up the mountain near your village to collect things for the village Elder. You end up finding something or rather...Someone.

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“Such a pretty little thing…How blessed am I that the heavens have dropped you into my web..”

This was supposed to be a simple trip up to the mountains to get some herbs to bring back to your village for the Village Elder. But of course, one of your friends just had to go into a cave that just screamt danger. You had warned them, sensing an overwhelming feeling of dread from the place.

“Come OONNN Y/n  stop being such a little baby! Besides! There's probably some cool stuff in here.”

“He’s right. It’ll just be a quick in and out Y/n!”

You sighed as you followed behind them at a safer distance. When the three of you walked in the cave, you felt a draft and the smell of something sweet. You couldn’t put your finger on it, and you really didn’t have the time to think about it before you slipped and fell.

You let out a terrified scream as your friends in front of you stood in shock. It was a terrifying sight to behold. Bodies were strung up, dangling from the ceiling like little cocoons. Bones were strewn about the place and the area was covered in almost iridescent like spider silk, and when you looked down you saw that your foot was covered in it.

“W-we need to run..we need to get out of here. NOW!” You yelled as you quickly got up and turned to run, hearing the footsteps of your friends behind you, you didn’t bother to look back, especially since you heard something that wasn’t your friends.

You turned to look over your shoulder and let out a gasp. 

Behind you was a man, he was about 10ft tall, but not because he was just a giant ass man, he was half man, half spider. A drider, something your grandmother had warned you about when you told her that you were going  to the mountains.

“Where are you going little one...?” His voice was deep, silky smooth almost and it echoed off the cave walls. Under different circumstances, that voice would have done something to you. But at this moment it spelt danger.

He had curly white hair and deep pink eyes, his skin was a light tan/brown, and the lower…spider half was a deep brown. He had a scar across his chest and several bracelets on his arms. What ever place they stumbled upon, he seems like he was the leader.

“Please don’t make me use my powers…”

You heard him say, and within a split second, your body jolted forward as you hit the ground hard.

“Y/n!”

“OH Fuck!”

You went to get up, You started being dragged against the dirty, hard ground, bones and body parts flying around you as you were dragged at surprising speed.

You tried to claw onto something, but every branch that you gripped onto, every rock seemed to dislodge from the ground until you were suddenly face to face with the monstrous beast whose home you foolishly invaded.\

“Oh my…You’re so pretty up close..” He says softly as his hand comes up to caress her face. He smiles as he nuzzles his face against yours, as if taking in your scent and the feel of your skin.

“W-what do you want from me..?” You asked terrified and he chuckled, his eyes locking with yours. 

“What do I want? Silly..You are what I want. See you–”

He was interrupted by a rock coming at him and hitting him on the side of the head. He stopped talking and held you close to him, that's when you realized he had two sets of arms. He held you with the first set before snapping his fingers with the other. 

Your eyes widened as two more smaller driders lowered themselves from the ceiling.

He looked over to your friends and simply spoke.

“Dinners ready, Boys.”

You were horrified when you were forced to watch what you could only assume was his sons go and attack you friends. Treating them as if they were some new delicacy for them to try.

The Drider turns you back to face him. “Do not look, I do not want your precious eyes to see the carnage that is taking place.” He says as he lifts your chin so you could look at him. The sounds were horrifying. You could hear the cries of pain of your friends before a sickening CRACK, then complete silence.

You looked at him horrified and tried to squirm out of his grasp..

“Y-you M–!” “Mathias.” He interrupted, with a sickening smirk on his face. “My name is Mathias. And you are my mate.”

He easily maneuvered into another area with you in his arms, going into another area that looked to be covered with crystals, jewels and various animal pelts on the floor.

“I’ve been watching you since you walked up the mountain..I just knew then that I had to have you in my arms.You’re just such a pretty little thing…”

He placed you down with a small smile, “This is where we will lay, and you’ll be with me until the end of times, you will bear children and we’ll be so happy together..” You looked at him with confusion before shaking your head.

“Wait what?! I have a life! I can’t be her-!” You yelped as you found yourself tackled to the ground. He was hovering over you, his eyes glowing a dangerous deep purple,

"̷̛̼͙̲̙͚̣̫̦͍̉͜͜ͅY̶̨̩͎̻͈̭̯͙̖̙̗͉̎̿̃͛̿́͝͝ȍ̶̢̳͎͈̝̻̥̟̬͑̉͑̎̀͘͠͝͝ư̶̖̪̟̑̀ ̷̩̖͔͗̓͌̍̅̈́͂̀͒͗̀̈̑w̸̨̭͙̜͂͑̐ĭ̴̖͍͕̠̀l̴̛̠̤̱̻̘͈͎̃̊́̆̑̚ͅl̶̢̛̮̼͎̤̘̫̗̫̺͒̐͒̀͠ ̸̭̙͖͛̈́̎b̶̡̺̦̰̜̻̙̫͌͊̿̈́̕͝ȩ̸̨̛̱̝̼̘̦̰̲̈́͛̾͆̄͂̈̚̕̚͠ą̷̱̦̥͍̣͕͖͋̋́̅̂̓͘͘ͅr̷̥̰̘̂̌ ̵͚͍̬̠̯̫̺̱̟͆͛͝m̷̼̻̗̏̆̊͋͗̂͂̿̚̕͝y̷̡̳͖̘̦̼̳̙̬͉̺̍̌̾̂̈́͜ͅ ̴̱͚̐̄̇͝͝c̴̢̧̛̣̍̃̊͌̀͊̾̆̃͘͘h̵̛̛͎̮̯̜͎̙̾̿͗̏̄̓́̐̈́̕ĩ̵̛͎̭̫̑̋͒̑͊̋̋l̸̡̝͔̘͔̱̥͈͍̯̓̉̾̈̃d̵̹̱̥̹̱̫̼͝͝ŗ̴̺͉̰̖̖̳̣̱͒̀̎̄̆͛̈̋́͠e̴̱̫̹͖̠̩̐̿̎̈́̔͆̚̚͠ǹ̶̡̜̩̬̯̬̳̠̻̂ ̶͇̞̘̘͍͉̅̌͂̇̊̊̔͝ͅa̴̡̡̳͈͈͋͐̎̾͒̊̐͑̕͜ͅn̵̨̘̺̰̩̩̰̤̣͈̪͎͒̔̀̌̋͌̀̍̎̄͌͛͛͜d̸̖̦̿͘͘͝ ̵͓̹̹̩͉̼̠͓̗̫́ẏ̶̰̻̱o̸̳̱͍̜͇̳̒̉̈́̂̏̔̽̿͐́͌u̷̫̼̬͐́͐͆̎͐̓̿̽̕ ̴̧͇̯͔͓̹͇͉̮̘̪̱͗̉̓̋͋̀͒̇̒̚͘͝͠ͅw̵̡̨̨̙̼͉̋̄̄̏̎͘͘͠͝i̷̛͉͕̱̣͐̉̓͑̕ļ̸͇̞̭̗̱̥̻͓̘͂̈́̿͝l̷̨͈͂̏͗͑̇̄̍̐̏̀̆͠ ̷̤̠̲̘̖̯͇̬̽͗̅͒̌̂̕b̸̘̈̌̎̓̓̅̀͒̔ë̶̹̦̂̒̈͆͛̽̊͝ ̵̢̲̺͝h̶͖̓͒ą̷̨̡̱͙̪͔̭̤͎̭͚̔̈́̃͋̾͋ͅp̷̢͕̲̞͐͌̌̐͂̚p̴̢̢̛͚̠̟̞̫̟̻̝̬͍̃̔̆̈́̀̓̉́̈́́y̸̨͍̳͆̈́͋͒.̷̰̙͉͚̦͊̍"̵̲̍̈́̑̈́̈

You went silent, allowing him to nuzzle his face into the side of your neck, his hands caressing your body.

“See…you’ll be just fine in my arms.. Okay?..”

You could feel the tears starting to pool in your eyes. You were stuck.

And this was your new home now…

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Please send me more ideas!! I had fun writing this ngl...

[adokyoguen]

Can you write a fic where Muzan sees the reincarnation of his late wife who he married when he was a human.

★۰ ໋࣭ muzan x reader.

omg I really liked this request so much that I wanted to do two parts, lol

this will be before Muzan finds the reincarnation of his late wife okay? I hope you like it and I'll be posting the second part soon :)

note: any grammatical errors made, please ignore. English is not my first language so I ask for patience :((

Muzan was never affectionate, at least the upper moons never noticed a feeling of empathy or an ounce of happiness in muzan. Everyone described him as spiteful and insensitive, he sees no value in humans. To his subordinates... he never showed respect.

But what no one knew was that a long time ago, Muzan actually had a family, he didn't have children, but Muzan has a wife, or rather, he did. She died a long time ago, he didn't even remember her face anymore, like, it was more than a thousand years alive as a demon... how could he remember? But he remembered all the effort she had put into giving her husband as much comfort as possible. Muzan was currently in the Infinity Castle, testing some experiments, but it seemed like something was wrong, the man felt something draining his energy. Even if it was 0.1%, he could feel it.

Was this some effect of the experiment? No... Muzan knew very well what he was messing with, and no side effects involved mental fatigue, especially from the first Oni that existed. Maybe it was his intrusive thoughts about humans that ended up leading him to you. He really hated humans, he wouldn't hesitate in the slightest to take one's life, but with you... was it different?

When he turned into an oni, you were there, in fact neither of you two understood very well what had happened to Muzan, but you never treated him with indifference... you had a pure heart, too pure to live in this world cruel, too pure to be rotten.

On the one hand, he would have immensely wished that it had been him who had killed you, it would have been much more dignified than a simple death from natural causes, at least for you. It's ironic to say that Muzan fell in love with you precisely because of your pure heart, since the man was totally the opposite. Even if you were here, Muzan wouldn't be the same caring husband he was years ago, but deep down, he would know that you would never give up on him.

Muzan sat on the chair, trying to clear his mind to return to the experiment, he cursed you deeply for appearing in his thoughts just when he was busy with something that could revolutionize the lives of oni's.

But then... there you were.

Muzan raised his head after feeling a presence in the same room as him, the man knew that Nakime wouldn't put anyone in the infinite castle if it weren't for Muzan's own request, so why is he feeling watched?

The answer was you.

For some reason that even he couldn't describe, you were there, exactly as you were buried, for a split second, he might have thought he was going crazy, but he didn't want to think about it. Muzan got up from the chair and approached his late wife, you looked so... cold. He didn't show any hint of emotion in his eyes when he raised his hand to touch your cheek, that touch wasn't a form of affection, it was just a test to see if he could feel your skin.

And the answer was no, the hand instantly passed across her figure. How were you here? Had he cursed his soul or something? Haven't you rested in peace all these years?

— Y/N?— Muzan calls you, hoping that you could respond.

Hope, this word is something he hasn't had for many years, of course his greatest hope was the blue Spider Lily Flower, but he never felt hope in the human race. But well... you're not human anymore, so he didn't care about his momentary weakness.He watched her hand come up and land on his hand, which was flying across his cheek. Muzan felt his senses scramble when you gave him a smile, that smile he thought he would never see again.

Muzan never left his cold expression, after years of being an oni and killing people... he no longer felt anything inside him, and at that moment, it was the same. His thoughts were interrupted with smoke filling the place, Muzan hurried to move the container that was causing this away from his table, so that the smoke would stop.

His gaze turned to you, but you weren't there. The man looked at the room he was in, looking for any sign of his presence, even though he felt that there was no one else with him. Muzan sat in his chair again, looking at the blueprint he was studying on his desk.

Brugmansia suaveolens of course... how did he not think of that before? The man took his notebook from the table, where he had notes about the variations of plants on the planet.

Brugmansia is a genus of seven species of flowering plants in the nightshade family Solanaceae. They are woody trees or shrubs, with pendulous flowers, and have no spines on their fruit. Their large, fragrant flowers give them their common name of angel's trumpets, adjacent to the nickname devil's trumpets of the closely related genus Datura.

Side effects of Brugmansia include nausea, vomiting, dry eyes, increased heart rate, dizziness and visual hallucination.

[ladylaviniya]

AVATAR: THE NEW MISSION

|| Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: From a sweet little game to a total nightmare, you will do whatever it will take to protect the children, even face monsters.

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch X Na'vi Reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Colonisation, Weapons, Death Threats, Coercive Control.

Author Notes: Hi everyone! Life has been crazy but I finally got around to rewriting/editing The New Mission. I will post a new chapter once a week every Tuesday @ 3pm AEST

Inspiring Song: "Cosmic Love" By Florence & The Machine.

As Miles slowly opened his eyes, he was immediately met with a strange feeling of displacement. The bed beneath him felt unfamiliar, and as he sat up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored window panel across the room. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his own reflection – the now distinctly blue skin and unfamiliar features staring back at him were both fascinating and disconcerting. For a moment, he had to remind himself that this was not a nightmare, but reality.

Waking up in a different body is always difficult. Well that’s what people with a second chance can say. Miles felt this was a curse at first. He hated how every time to passed a window panel the reflection of blue skin made him want to shoot it.

He hated how he had to crouch under door ways to get into the next room. Most of all he hated the way he was stared at. He thought back on his former human form, when people looked upon him with respect because of his rank and the battle-earned scar that marked his resilience. But now, it was different – people didn’t admire him for his achievements; instead, they gawked at him like some sort of aberration, a living testament to their ungodly science. Miles sat and pondered briefly...had the human race gone too far.

It came and went out of his mind just as quickly, consumed by the bitterness of why and how he came to be in this clone flesh suit he hated.

Confronting Jake Sully proved to be a rushed decision on Miles’s part, as his months spent with Spider had done little to equip him with ample knowledge about Pandora. He was, in essence, a greenhorn in this alien world, and the enormity of his possible failure dawned upon him with stark clarity. Miles was aware that his performance would have far-reaching consequences, not just for himself, but for his standing within the RDA.

The ride back on his Ikran was an ordeal, especially after the grueling battle fought on the fringes of Awa’atlu. He had nearly slid off the creature’s back twice due to his battered state. Arriving back at base, Miles was consumed by a mix of shame and anger, and he was promptly escorted to the medical tent to rest and heal. Weeks passed as he recuperated, until the shrill voice of the General invaded his solitude, a sound that brought a wave of uneasiness to him.

The General, standing on a stool to address the hospitalized Colonel, spoke with a chilling tone, her words sharp as a blade. “I granted you the opportunity to seek revenge, Colonel,” she began, her hand lightly resting on the bedside railing, “yet you have disappointed me. Your mission was straightforward – hunt and execute Jake Sully for his alleged crimes of terrorism and treason. But from what your team has revealed, your pursuit was anything but focused. Instead, you chose to chase after his children, wasting time and resources. Simply putting it Colonel, you fucked around.”

He longed to lash out, to tell her where she could shove her condescending attitude in a place where ‘The sun don’t shine.’. After all, here he was, nursing a broken rib, a split lip, a chipped tooth, a concussion, and a near-drowning experience, and she had the audacity to come down to the infirmary and give him an earful? It was clear as day that they needed him, yet now they were treating him like yesterday’s trash.

“General,” he began, forcing a strained smile even as he slowly sat up, disregarding the protests of the monitors and wires attached to his body. “If I may explain, my choice to pursue Sully’s children was a deliberate tactic. I intended to use them as hostages, to entice him out of hiding.” With a purposeful motion, he pinched off the heart monitor and swiftly removed the remaining cords that tracked his health. The machines worried and beeped loudly, attracting the attention of doctors and nurses. He rose to his feet slowly and bent at his hips to look down at her.

The General instinctively took a step back, taken aback by the imposing figure of the Colonel standing before her. Despite his injuries, his height and stature were intimidating, and she instinctively swallowed, her composure faltering momentarily. “Colonel,” she continued, her tone measured, “I regret to say that this incident has demonstrated a lack of confidence in your ability to carry out the mission effectively.”

Quaritch’s brows furrowed, his anger mounting within him, causing him to clench his teeth in frustration. But instead of lashing out, he nodded with resignation, his acceptance of her words thinly veiled. He would not succumb to the savage hissing urge building up in his throat.

The General let out a weary sigh, her gaze fixed on him. “I can’t afford to jeopardize more lives for your failings,” she stated firmly. “Consider yourself lucky that I haven’t demoted you or worse, discharged you from service.”

Quaritch’s eyes widened and his ears flattened in surprise at her words. He couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “Discharging me, eh? Wouldn’t be much point in sending me back to Earth though, would there? Might as well stick me in the kitchens. Blue Shrimp! Order up!” he flashed his smiling canines down at her, they were gritting tightly. It took the power of whatever he called a god to not throttle the bitch.

The General’s nostrils flared, and she slammed her hands on the bed rail, her voice sharp. “One more smart remark from you, Colonel, and I’ll throw you out of this camp without a second thought.” Quaritch rolled his eyes in response, his patience wearing thin. Without another word, he stormed out of the medical room, clad in his scrub dress, determined to leave the infirmary behind.

Quaritch heard the General’s command echoing in his wake, “You haven’t been dismissed, Colonel!” He paused, the weight of her words and the eyes on him forcing him to consider her directive. But did he really care? No. Yet he remembered the gazes of the nurses, other patients, and the armed men standing guard – their stares burning into him, reminding him that he was nothing more than a freak, a monster, a clone of some nightmarish alien creation. What respect did he have left coming from them?

Quaritch whirled around, crouching down to meet the General’s eye level. He forced a smirk, and in a mocking tone, he inquired, “May I be dismissed, General?”

The General returned his smile with a sly one of her own, “No,” she replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to hear to your newest mission.”

Quaritch’s breath caught in his throat at her words. “New mission?” he echoed, his voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He truly thought he was done for with the walls caving in. He was being given a chance, again. This one he didn’t want to fuck up.

    Sitting comfortably on the plush grass, you listened intently to the sound of muffled giggles emanating from the trees above. Your little brother Häewip and his best friend Rìngeay were engaged in a playful game of stalk-and-catch, but it was abundantly clear that they were dreadful at it. Their giggles echoed through the foliage, their hiding spots easily detectable.

You chuckled, recalling fond memories from your childhood. This game was a favourite pastime, meant to teach youngsters the art of stealth, concealment, and stalking their quarry. Young Häewip and Rìngeay had pleaded to be the ones to hide while you took on the role of the hunter, and you always obliged, knowing that they cherished these moments together.

Ah, the memories brought a smirk to your face. You never lost this game, even as a child, always skilfully evading detection whenever it was your turn to hide. And when you were the one doing the seeking, your younger siblings and friends could never find you. After hours of playtime and gathering fruits and meat for the village, you decided to play one final game before returning home.

Finding Rìngeay was easy; her red tail guard stood out against the yellow petals of the tsyorina’wll flowers, giving away her position.

Dropping silently into the soft moss and grass, you crouched, your smile widening. The sound of their giggles meant they could still catch glimpses of you, but you knew you had to hide and stalk even more covertly. With quiet precision, you reached for the riata tied to your thigh, navigating silently through the foliage and vines. Every step was calculated, ensuring not a sound escaped your presence.

With a swift, feline-like motion, you moved around the base of a sturdy tree, adhering to its bark and beginning your ascent up its sturdy trunk. Unseen from the children’s view, you continued climbing, your slender frame blending seamlessly with the foliage. As you ascended higher, you keenly overheard their heated debate – arguing whether you were concealed behind the surrounding tsyorina’wlls or the paywlls nearby.

Unseen, you surpassed them, nimbly ducking to avoid their flicking tails as you continued your climb. As you ascended higher and higher, you finally positioned yourself just above the pair, ensuring they remained oblivious to your position. A swift flick of your wrist and a deft swing sent the lasso loop hurtling towards them, ensnaring them firmly in the air. Their screams of shock echoed through the clearing, only to be overshadowed by your joyful cackles and laughter.

“Taronyut yom smarìl! Hehehe!” The prey eats the hunter; everything possible that can go wrong does! Hehehe!

Your fingers dug and danced over their sensitive skin making them shriek with laughter.

Rìngeay cried with laughter as she was attacked with tickles while she was still bound in the tether, “Ftang! [Y/N]! Ftang!” Stop! [Y/N]! Stop! Laughing tears filled in her eyes.

You turned to smother kisses and tiny bites over Häewip little arms and cheek. He too begged for mercy with a smile before you spat out the tip of his pointed ears with a “Ftxìvä’” Yuck!

Their playful attempts to resist your victorious gloating were thwarted as they promptly wriggled out of their bindings and tackled you with a barrage of affectionate hugs. Laughter rang through the forest air, filling the space with joyful abandon. The three of you took a moment to catch your breaths before settling back against the sturdy branches of the tree. The game had been a much-needed respite, a temporary diversion from the anxieties waiting back at home.

The gentle warmth of the breeze enveloped you, its caress a soothing touch against your skin. The sweat trickling down your forehead spoke of an impending rain, as the humidity had slowly been building throughout the past several days, culminating in this humid day. The soil beneath you felt parched, yearning for a refreshing drink. The feeling was strangely familiar – you sympathized with the great mother, feeling just as exhausted and longing for a fresh change in your life, yet uncertain about the path you were expected to tread.

“Tsmuke?” Sister? Häewip suddenly asked.

“Sran?” Yes?

With a pleading look in his big, yellow eyes, he asked, “Fta si tswin rutxe oeyä?” Please retie my queue braid? A fond smile tugged at your lips, for this was a familiar routine. Despite growing older, he still sought your help, asserting that you could tie it just right – not too tight, yet not loose enough for it to come undone easily.

You let out a soft sigh, gesturing to the space between your legs. “Za’u,” Come, you instructed, signaling where he should settle.

Rìngeay swiftly crawled over, joining her friend, both eager for you to tighten their braids. As she waited her turn, she took the initiative and utilized your lasso to hoist the sack of freshly hunted meat up towards you all. She knew all too well the importance of safeguarding the fruits of your labor, ensuring no lurking animals could snatch them away. After all, hunting effectively with only a knife was no easy feat. Your mother had strictly forbidden you to use a bow for hunting, and her word was law.

‘Häewip is getting taller everyday now,’ you thought to yourself as you realised where he head sat and how high you had to lift your arms now to carefully braid his long black mane around his queue.

It had been only nine wet seasons ago that you sat beside the birth of your brother. Your mother’s weeping and her joy at a son. The joy your father had, picking you up on his shoulders so you could have a better look at the wet ball that was of newborn Häewip. You wondered how you must’ve looked twenty wet seasons ago. Perhaps just the same.

Häewip was growing more confident and ambitious, dreaming of becoming a warrior just like your cousin, Rawm. You silently hoped that he would never emulate Rawm’s recklessness and ride out into a storm, only to be struck by lightning. Fortunately, the chances of that happening seemed slight, as more often than not, Häewip was practically attached at the hip to Rìngeay, his unwavering companion. Although they were the same age, Rìngeay seemed to consistently adhere to the village curfew, unlike your more daring brother. When you inquired about her dreams, she would blush and shyly admit her ambition to being that of the wife to a great warrior. You wondered if it was her own little heart that held the nobility of a warrior instead.

Finishing the last strand in Rìngeay’s hair you suggested to the two younger na’vi, “Pxoe kelku kivä ko,” Let’s All Go home.

And they agreed. The distance was far and if they didn’t get home before the sun hid beneath the mountains it would be your head.

You reckoned somehow it would not matter anyway because today you had been disobedient...

You were supposed to be diligently gathering utumauti and pixayzekwä berries, preparing to simmer them into a hot boil to create a wine for your impending marriage ceremony to Pukxaw – a warrior Na’vi of another tribe.

The thought of your mother’s furious reaction upon your return to Greenhome filled you with dread. Her wrath would be intense, and your ears would undoubtedly be in danger once you faced her.

As you traversed the familiar path back home, your younger companions sprinted ahead, effortlessly leaping over logs and foliage. A warm smile tugged at your lips, as you silently hoped that the great mother would bless your future with children as exuberantly happy as them. However, your thoughts briefly strayed to your intended mate, Pukxaw. You secretly wished for a spouse far better than him.

Pukxaw was a warrior Na’vi from the Anurai clan. He was tall, thin and nearing his elder years, and his personality matched his appearance – he was a dull and stoic Na’vi with little patience. He enjoyed hunting, but your scholarly vows restricted you from using a bow, this seemed to irk him when you meet him at the last clan gathering. To your surprise, once the decision was made for your clans’ mating agreement, you found yourself utterly shocked at the prospect of being bonded with such a bland and unappealing individual.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Ewya, the great mother herself, would have bestowed upon you a mate who possessed patience and the ability to communicate effectively. You longed for a mate who possessed a genuine sense of humour and one who could provide the comfort of a warm embrace when needed. Someone who, above all else, would graciously listen to your thoughts about your people’s rich history. The prospect of being eternally bound to a reserved and disrespectful mate who solely provided you with skins for your labor seemed utterly unappealing.

Glancing over at the grazing Yerik, you immediately noticed a shift in their behavior. They had halted their movements, their eyes fixated in a particular direction. As a show of respect, you lowered your head, but to your growing concern, they continued their unwavering stare. Something felt amiss in the air – the wind turned chilly, and an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings. Your eyes widened as you wondered, ‘Why is it so quiet? Where are the children?’

Panicked, you frantically scanned your surroundings, but your brother and Rìngeay were nowhere to be seen.

“Tsmuke! Srungsi!” Sister help! You heard Häewip scream in the distance. Your heart sank like a stone, and a wave of dread washed over you. They were in danger!

Dropping the sack of meat you sprinted ahead and screamed back, “Tsmukan!” Brother!

You strained your ears intently, hoping for a response, but all you heard were the terrified cries of the two young ones.

With the riata clenched tightly in one hand and the dagger in the other, you prepared yourself for whatever might await you. Realizing you would have to engage the threat at close range, you cautiously advanced towards the source of the whimpering and crying.

As you got closer, the voices grew louder, and a wave of worry washed over you. Regret stirred within you for taking them so far away from safety.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. Standing before you was a group of individuals unlike any you had ever seen before – no, they were not Na’vi. These were aliens from the stars, the dreaded Uniltìrantokx. Their unusual attire and strange, indecipherable speech sent a chill through your body.

Your heart squeezed tightly as you remembered the dark days of the war, the great battle – a tragic period that had befallen on Pandora fifteen wet seasons ago. The horrors and terror of that day still lingered, leaving emotional scars upon your soul.

Your heart sank further at the excited sound of a female Uniltìrantokx’ voice through the air. “Colonel, look at what we just found, two little blue rats!”

A surge of protectiveness flared within you, watching Häewip bravely threaten the aliens with dire consequences if they harmed “his” Rìngeay. However, his brave act earned him a sharp slap in the face from another Uniltìrantokx. Indignantly, your lip curled in anger at the sight, and a fierce determination surged through you as you plotted to make the offending alien pay for laying a hand on your loved ones.

Your nimble fingers hovered anxiously over the dagger’s hilt, contemplating your next actions. This was unprecedented; you had never confronted such a large number of foes before. Truthfully, fear and uncertainty gnawed at your thoughts, leaving you questioning your ability to overpower them all.

Retreating to Greenhome for help was not an option; the distance would be too great to cover in time. You would have to rely on your own skills and bravery to free your loved ones, and hope that a hasty escape would be possible. The plan was risky, but it was all you had at the moment.

The Uniltìrantokx held sinister-looking tools in their grasp – their dreaded guns. Memories of Toruk Makto, the legendary leader of the Omatikaya, sending these fearsome creatures away flickered through your mind. Rumors had circulated about their potential return to Pandora, yet you had always dismissed them as mere tales to frighten the children before bedtime.

The individual known as the Colonel responded in a dismissive tone, “Just our luck, Walker,” as he swatted away a bug that had landed on his shoulder. He surveyed the surroundings once more, his hand touching his neck, and spoke into a communication device, “Blue Bird, come in. We have what we need. Bring the chopper over here, pronto!”

His eyes scanned the trees and bushes and then he saw it…a whisp of blue. He smirked, he wasn’t surprised these kids would be all alone and so far from their village. This was exactly what he needed… an adult. He saw your numb expression in the bushes, devising an attack. His gaze met yours, and a sinister smile played upon his lips as he aimed his gun directly at you.

“Well hello, hello- Now, why don’t you come out and join us, friend?!” He spat and licked his canines chuckling, “we ain’t gonna hurt ya!”

Your grip on your knife tightened as you cautiously rose from the brush, your heart pounding in your chest. The Colonel gestured toward you, beckoning you closer, his weapon still pointing in your direction. You inched toward the group, and he observed your eyes nervously flicker between all five of the Recom. His smile turned predatory as he noticed your trembling hands and strained tail. He perceived you as an easy target, assuming your fear would render you vulnerable and helpless.

With a calm yet firm voice, you called out, “Lonu fo,” Release them.

Your footsteps moved cautiously around the group, your knife held firmly in your grasp. The Recom knew that your weapon was no match against their bullets. He had already devised plans for you, viewing you as a perfect addition to their plans in store

“Mefo eveng,” they are children, you pleaded, attempting to negotiate with the Colonel. Your body language – the tilting of your head and shrinking of your stance – was a clear sign of your surrender and willingness to cooperate. You desperately hoped that it would evoke a sense of mercy within these creatures, these pretenders.

The Colonel quickly realized that you were relinquishing control, and he noted your worried glances toward the rowdy boy and whimpering girl. He couldn’t help but speculate about you ‘Is she the mother of these two kids?’

 Rìngeay shouted out your name.

“Shut it!” the Uniltìrantokx who was holding her to her knees yelled causing the poor girl to start sobbing in fear.

The Colonel was not surprised seeing how your nostril flared and teeth bared like a wild cat.

He scowled, “Nga kem si ìnglìsì tslam?” Do you understand English?

Your breath came hard and fast, betraying your fear. He advanced toward you, his gun still aimed in your direction, but it was now resting on his hip, rather than held at the ready. He casually scrutinized you from head to toe, his eyes taking in every detail.

“Well?” He drawled.

Your gaze flickered between the children and the Colonel, your heart pounding in your chest. You took a deep breath before uttering, “Let. Them. Go.” The words tasted foreign on your tongue, your mind racing to recall the right terms in English.

A sly smile formed on the Colonel’s face as he revelled in your broken English.

“Let them go,” he mimicked, his voice dripping with condescension. He was taken aback as he felt the cold blade of your dagger pressed firmly against his skin. Clearly, you did not appreciate his attempt at humour. He stared into your eyes, which had widened with anger, and observed the way your teeth were beginning to bare intensely.

“Let them go- now,” You said fluently, “or I take all your lives.”

He admired your confidence. The sound of guns cocking surrounded you both. He huffed softly from the cold bite that came from your dagger.

“You alright boss? This bitch moves we’ll smoke her.”

The Colonel could clearly see the rage burning in your eyes. He recognized the determined glint in your gaze and knew that you were not about to back down. His own golden eyes flickered, betraying his surprise at your fierce perseverance, he grunted, “Stand down. Release the brats. We don’t need ‘em.”

The other interrogators exchanged puzzled glances, clearly unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, the Colonel watched with amusement as a look of relief washed over your face when he ordered his companions to release the children.

Your voice rang out, filled with urgency, “Nìwin! Hifwo! Hum! Kä!” Quickly flee! Leave! Go!, you shrieked at the children, urging them to flee to safety.

Your eyes remained locked on the Colonel, listening as the sound of the children’s footsteps faded into the distance as they raced away. The Colonel contemplated sending some of his men after them, back to their village, but he quickly realized the suicide in doing so.

With a pained expression, he felt the sharp blade of your weapon press against his skin, causing a small knick. You hastily pulled back, a look of realization and remorse on your face. In a soft voice, you whispered, “Thankyou.”

He was now impressed by your english and knew what he had to finish today,

He smirked, “You’re a polite one aren’t ya?”

The Colonel couldn’t help but be impressed by your improved command of the English language, but he knew that there was still work to be done.

Suddenly, an Uniltìrantokx stepped up behind you and forcefully twisted your wrist, forcing you to drop your weapon. You cried out in pain as you were struck in the face with the butt of a gun, knocking you to the ground. Blood trickled from an open wound on your forehead, and you instinctively covered your injured eye.

In a swift motion, the Colonel dropped to his knees and forcefully pinned you onto your stomach, restraining your flailing body as you cried out in agony. He cruelly stepped on your tail, intensifying your pain and causing you to howl in torment. Despite your struggle, you frantically tried to claw at his arm, desperate for liberation. A sharp jab pierced your lower back just above your tail, leaving you writhing in pain.

As his grip loosened, you wasted no time in scrambling to escape. You managed to push passed the Colonel and sprinted beyond the tree line, urgently pursuing Häewip and Rìngeay.

The sound of the Colonel’s feet pounding behind you echoed through the forest, filling you with a chilling sense of fear. Your legs and tail throbbed with pain from the numerous scrapes and cuts that littered your body. All you wanted was to reach the safety of home as soon as possible.

With every nimble move, you dodged branches, ducked under hanging limbs, and scrambled across fallen logs, but his relentless pursuit continued to gain on you. Your weary legs grew increasingly numb and your back started to ache from the arduous run.

As you forced yourself to keep moving, your body felt heavier with every step. You were overwhelmed by a wave of nausea and exhaustion, your stomach feeling like it was weighed down by an invisible burden. Unable to continue any longer, you slowed to a stop, preparing to vomit, but instead, you collapsed onto your hands and knees.

With trembling limbs, you tried desperately to crawl away from the approaching footsteps of the Colonel above. Your fingers felt distant and disconnected, while your head buzzed with a dizzying sensation. You emitted a weak cry and tumbled headfirst into a patch of slippery mud.

The figure above you started to move and became a dozen shadows, his voice filled your ears, “Going somewhere sweetheart?”

Your vision grew hazy and your eyelids felt heavy, making it impossible to open them anymore. In your disoriented state, you could only hope that Häewip and Rìngeay had safely returned to the villages.

The Colonel’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as he looked down at your drugged and unconscious form. With ease, he hoisted your body over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly toward the waiting helicopter.

  To Be Continued....

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[marymary-diva17]

If life had turned out differently

In another life the sully family was still whole and happy, none of the effects of the return of the rda had broken up relationships that had been strong. Even due they had faced conflict and tension the family, still remaining a fortress. Nothing had ripped this family apart and everyone was still love after all these years.

The kids " ......." the kids are running in the forest having a good time, taking some time off to not think about the ongoing war and the return of the rda.

tuk " hey why did we stop"

lo'ak " because we reached where we will be hanging out today"

y/n " we are going swimming and if you wish we can do a vine swig, for you"

tuk " yes please please please"

spider " now come on lets go for a swim"

lo'ak " last on is a chicken" the kids soon all raced into the water and started having a good time, as they got into water fights with each other or swigging from vines and dropping into the water.

y/n " it good that dads and mom allowed us to have the day off" the kids are sitting on the rocks as they are eating some fruits they had brought, along with juice as well.

neteyam " yeah it good to have some fun and not be rushing around helping at home"

spider " my dad said it will be good for me to have some fun, and not take on so many tasks and be an adult at the moment"

lo'ak " hey I just happy to be having some fun. and getting to goof around" lo'ak had soon stood up and soon ran over the deep part of the lake, and soon cannonball into the water. Which end up splashing everyone.

neteyam " lo'ak"

spider " hey he have a good plan" spider soon got up and did the same as lo'ak, as the four other kids looked at the pair floating in the water.

neteyam " I love you both but it never a normal moment with us"

lo'ak " love you to bro" the kids had spent a bit more time out there, until they need to return home. The sully kids said say goodbye to spider as he went home.

y/n " hey we are home" the kids had walked home to see Jake getting his hair redone by tsu'tey and neytiri.

Jake " oh kids great you are home maybe you can tell you mom and dad, to leave my hair alone"

Neytiri " ma Jake it will be good to have a hair style that makes you even more handsome"

tsu'tey " well not that to handsome as we don't need anyone trying to steal you away from us"

Jake " yes my loves" the kids laugh as they see their parents acting like a couple., they will have their dates here and there. After the return of the rda they had even become closer and stronger, not wishing for the rda to harm their family and their home. The family had a wonderful dinner together that night.

The next day

y/n " lo'ak you are going to high" you and lo'ak had been tasked on gathering some fruit, while lo'ak was climbing very high and not listening to your advice as you were watching and coughing the fruit in the basket. The twins were over here as the rest of their siblings were nearby doing their work.

lo'ak " I'm fine no need to worry"

y/n " if you fall I'm laughing at you then asking if you are okay"

lo'ak " understood" you shake your head as you caught more fruit that lo'ak had cut down more fruit.

y/n " huh" soon ikran calls had been made gaining the twins attention, and it was no other then their parents.

neytiri " hello my daughter"

y/n " hey mom" neytiri soon reached you and gave you a smile, soon Jake and tsu'tey had joined the mother and daughter.

tsu'tey " hello daughter we came looking for you and your siblings, to see how everything is going"

y/n " it going well father we had split up into groups to gather, what we had been asked to as well"

tsu'tey " good"

Jake " so who are you teamed up with"

y/n " lo'ak"

Jake " where is lo'ak"

lo'ak " incoming fruit look out" soon you had moved the basket and caught some fruit, gaining the attention of the parents as they soon looked up and saw lo'ak.

neyetiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " hey mom and dads so how are you all doing" Jake and tsu'tey laugh at lo'ak words.

neytiri " be careful up there even adults need to watch their movements, when they are up so high"

lo'ak " I will mom hey sis do you need anymore"

y/n " no we are good we fulled up the two large basket you can come down"

lo'ak " no my way down" lo'ak soon leaped off the branch he was standing and soon started free falling, he had gabbed a vine and swag around until he soon let go and fall a bit more landed.

y/n " show off"

lo'ak " hey I need to have some fun"

neytiri " you good a good job my son it seems like you had learned, those moves from your father"neytiri soon looked at her mates as they were acting like they had done nothing.

neytiri "I will deal with you three later I need to have some words with your sister"

lo'ak " yes mom"

tsu'tey and Jake " yes ma'am" the tiro soon walked off leaving the mother and daughter together to have some words.

neytiri " I have been speaking with your grandmother and she been thinking, about taking you as her student and making you tshaik along with your sister"

y/n " really"

Neytiri " yes she mention on how you have good skills with healing and understanding of the great mother"

y/n " so will you be fine if I'm not a warrior like most of the family"

Neytiri " I will be happy with whatever you wish my daughter, I just want you and all your siblings to be happy"

y/n " thank you mom"

neytiri " your fathers and I will be helping lo'ak with his warriors training, along side neteyam and spider but we will make sure you and your sisters can defend yourselves in the end" you had smiled at your mom and nodded your head, she soon hugged you and you hugged her back. Soon the mother and daughter went to join the rest of the family.

lo'ak " sis did mom tell you the news"

y/n " yes brother and you will make a great warrior"

lo'ak " thank you"

tsu'tey " you kids are growing up fast but please not fast enough"

Jake " I have to agree with your father" the kids smiled as they had completed the rest of the task with their parents, it had been a good day as well. Their family is a fortress even after all they had been thought, no matter what they will face they will be a strong family.

[chaos0pikachu]

Trends in BL (Sorta): Genre Trends

So I've seen a few posts discussing trends in BL and I wanted to talk about that from a different angle. Specifically discussing what trends are, how they're formed, and to not remove BL from the rest of their countries own media.

The latter is something I see a lot when discussing BL this kind've ~separation of church and state~ but it's BL and Country's General Media. As though BL lives in a separate bubble outside of all other media and thus never influenced by the media being made in its country of origin nor the countries they share direct borders or trade with. Or all influence began and ended with seme/uke dynamics imported from Japan and nothing beyond that (no, Pit Babe was more than likely not inspired by Supernatural) and it's been static ever since.

All of that is, untrue, but also a really limited way of viewing international media. These countries are places with their own history, culture, politics, and of course, media arts. BL is a part of all of that. Which also effects the trends and potential trends we'll see in BL individually (as it's going to change country to country with some crossover).

I think a way of identifying trends in BL and also the root of those trends is by looking at the media of the country of origin their surrounding countries, and what BLs have unprecedented success and what has the industry learned from them?

So I'm gonna break this down by: genre, technical and business trend(s) in 3 part posts. In this post I'm just going to talk about genre trends in Thai and Korean BL as that's what I'm most familiar with.

Basically this post got hella long, I'm not in college anymore, and my motivation was tied to the length of my Jennifer Hudson Best Of playlist. So I had to split it up, es lo que es.

[This will not be a comprehensive list of like all BL trends ever respect to y'all who do but I do not and will not watch every BL in existence, bendicion]

To start we gotta talk first about how trends in media tend to work and also what we mean by "trends". Because there's genre trends, technical trends, and business trends.

Here's a good article breaking down various aspects of all three. When we talk "trends" in film it's not as simplistic as "office romances" or "cross country remakes" of which, one is a genre trend and the latter a business trend.

Some examples of what I mean:

Shared Universe (genre trend)

3d boom (technical trend, trended a few times in the industry, first in the 1950s until the 1960s and then again in the early 2000s until the mid 00s thanks to James Cameron)

Remakes/Reboots (business trend, this is a business based decision b/c the risk threshold for a pre-established work is lower than for an original work that may or may not have financial data backing it)

Trends in media, whether they are genre, business, technical or a combination, tend to take time to build up, and also tend last much longer than a singular year (generally for as long as something is profitable).

Example: it took time for the Shared Universe genre trend to gain traction.

Batman v Superman (2016) wasn't released until five years after Avengers (2012). Following this, The Mummy (2017) starring Tom Cruise was meant to kickstart Universal's The Dark Universe was released six years after Avengers. Before that Dracula Untold (2014) was supposed to be reworked to also start The Dark Universe (both these films flopped so no Dark Universe, rip).

Since the Avengers release, we have the shared universes of: Monsterverse (which combines Godzilla and Kong franchises together, technically started in 2014, officially started in 2017 with Kong Skull Island), and the Sony Spiderverse (Venom, Spider-man, Madam Web, Mobius lol) and The Conjuring Universe (Annabelle, La Llorona, The Conjuring, The Nun).

It's been almost 12 years since Avengers was released (fuckin'a) and we're only now starting to see some minor diminishing returns (Disney had a horrid year financially last year) for this genre trend, and not even across the board.

I want to iterate that Avengers did not 'invent' the idea of a cross-franchise shared universe. Things like Xena and Hercules, or Hanna Barbara cartoons existed long before the Avengers. However the Avengers kickstarted a genre trend in film. Just because a piece of media started a trend does not mean it invented the genre or technical innovation (James Cameron didn't "invent" 3D but he did revolutionize it with Avatar and I suffered through many 3D horror movies because of it).

[I point this out because sometimes ppl be getting testy when ppl say kinnporsche influenced the increase in mafia/crime BLs with well, um, actually history trapped/manner of death came first - yes, yes we know this. And Bi No Isu came out before all of them so everybody drink some tea and relax, everybody's faves are pretty okay😘]

Okay to let's get to what ppl actually wanna talk about, BL.

(Some) Genre trend(s) in Thailand and Korea:

In Thai BL genre trends I'm noticing are: horror, supernatural, paranormal, action crime, and magic/magical realism. A lot of these crossover, horror shows typically are also paranormal - Ghost House Ghost House (2022), After Sundown (2023) - supernatural shows tend to cross over with magical realism like time travel, or other soft magic elements - Time (2024), I Feel You Linger in the Air (2023), Cherry Magic (2023).

For the horror, supernatural/paranormal genre trend, this isn't at all surprising if you look at Thailand's recent film output from 2020 to 2023: The Medium, The Whole Truth, Ghost Lab, Haunted Tales, Cracked, Death Whisperer, Home for Rent, The Maid, Waning Moon, School Tales, and others, are all horror, paranormal, or supernatural films of some sort.

The horror genre trend especially has been around Thailand for a while, as far back as 2018 with the smash success of Girl from Nowhere which only gained a larger following when it hit Netflix in 2021. I'd almost argue the horror genre trend really picked up with Girl From Nowhere as now one of the main acquisitions of Thai series and film on Netflix are of the horror genre.

That larger media trend is now trickling down into BL with series like: Shadow (2023), After Sundown (2023), Dead Friend Forever (2023) and upcoming projects like Vampire Project.

While supernatural/paranormal series like Ghost House Ghost House (2022), 1000 Years Old (2024), I Feel You Linger in the Air (2023), Two Worlds (2024), Golden Blood (2024?) are increasing. OMG! Vampire (TBD?) will at least be supernatural but we can't say with certainty if OMGV will be horror or not as we only have a poster.

I imagine with the success of Dead Friend Forever, and I Feel You Linger in the Air we'll see the trend of horror and supernatural/paranormal series (I know some have already been announced) continued.

Then there's the genre trend towards more action and crime focused series; which more than often crossover but not all~ the time.

In terms of the increase in crime based Thai BLs I'd argue it was a joint combo of Kinnporsche's (2022) wild skyrocketed success, and the success of Manner of Death (2020). Alongside the influence of rise of crime and thrillers from Korean media (The Gangster, the Cop and the Devil (2019) and Unstoppable (2018))

Manner of Death I'd argue influenced projects like Never Let Me Go (2022), Unforgotten Night (2022), and Big Dragon (2022) if only because of their release times and taking into account the time it takes for a production to film and be edited down.

Whilst all these series came out after Kinnporsche - NLMG released a trailer in Nov, Big Dragon in Oct, and Unforgotten Night in Jun, while Kinnporsche dropped their trailer in Apr - they're series releases are so close to Kinnporsche that I don't feel confident in saying Kinnporsche 100% influenced their acquisition. Ngl it's hard not to see influences of KPTS in at least Big Dragon & Unforgotten Night if only in terms of technical film making, so there could~ be influence but I can't say that definitively. I'm gonna attribute these to Manner of Death since it came out two years prior to these other series.

Meanwhile series both released and unreleased My Gangster Oppa (2023), Red Peafowl (TBD?), Chains of Heart (2023), Kidnap (TBD?), are def riding the crime genre trend that Kinnporsche started and I'd argue series like Pit Babe (2023), Playboyy (2023) were acquired for production in part because of the crime elements included in their respective series.

Meanwhile series like Law of Attraction (2023) (crime/action) and The Sign (2023) (crime/action/supernatural) are combining crime, action and supernatural elements together.

I've said before Kinnporsche takes a lot of cues from Korean and Hong Kong crime films like Jet Li's The Enforcer, and Fist of Legend, Donnie Yen's Flash Point, Raging Fire, and Kung Fu Jungle, Han Dong-wook's The Worst of Evil, Kim Jin-Min's My Name, along with Japanese manga like Bi No Isu and KeixYaku.

Meanwhile The Sign is def taking cues from Chinese costume dramas like Ashes of Love, Fairy and Devil, White Snake (and it's many adaptions), Guardian, & Ying Yang Master Dream of Eternity. Alongside Hong Kong and Korean cop and romance shows like Tale of the Nine-Tailed, Hotel Del Luna, Director Who Buys Me Dinner, First Love, Again.

[I think the only reason Thailand or Korea hasn't jumped on the full fantasy train and pulled an Untamed is because of budget. The Sign has done very well for Idol Factory so I could see more studios trying to go in that fantasy direction if they can get the funding for it.]

Meanwhile shows like Time (2024), Two Worlds (2024), and Cherry Magic (2023) are leaning more into a combination of magical realism and a supernatural. Which is something that's been popular in Korea (Mr. Queen (2020), The King Eternal Monarch (2020)) in the past and obviously Japan (Cherry Magic (2020).

This, again, isn't a fully comprehensive list. I'm sure there's shows I've missed, and there's going to be evergreen genres that are always produced - university, high school, office all with a general romcom flavor - because they're cheap, easy, low risk and for the most part reliable.

That's not an insult to shows like Cherry Magic TH, or Middleman's Love or Cooking Crush or whatever.

Cooking Crush is just going to cost way less than The Sign it's simply a fact. Likewise Middleman's Love cost less than The Next Prince (TBD?) and was less risk as an office romcom. What helps offset the risk of something like The Next Prince is casting Zee and NuNew in the lead roles.

[watch these two trailers and tell me they cost the same]

Think of it of like, the 50 cop procedural dramas networks are always churning out; they do so because they're cheap, easy, low risk, and reliable.

Gmmtv made Cherry Magic not for the art of it all but because it was low risk and low cost to produce with a high value return. I imagine that's also why gmmtv cast Tay and New because while I don't know who the hell they are, lots of folks in BL fandom do because of Dark Blue Kiss and the reuniting of a well liked costars will also help offset financial risk for the project. Studios will often only greenlight a project if "a name" is attached to said project.

Anyways, Korea's turn.

The data for Korea is less because Korea comes out with fewer series than Thailand. Like currently Thailand has 9 ongoing BLs in 2024 while Korea has 1 (oh City Boy Log you lonely thing you).

For Korean BLs I'm still seeing mostly evergreen genre trends: the workplace (The New Employee, Oh! My Assistant, Roommates of Ponngduck 304,), high school/university (Light On Me, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, Semantic Error, Love Class, Love for Love's Sake) and Joseon (Nobleman Ryu's Wedding, Tinted With You, Director Who Buys Me Dinner) romances - which make sense, a lot of these were the trends of romance kdramas in the early to mid-00s.

What I am hoping, is we'll start seeing the acquisition of KBLs that are closer to what's currently trending in Korea: revenge (Revenge of Others, The Glory, Marry My Husband, Perfect Marriage Revenge), thrillers (My Name, Midnight, Somebody, Celebrity, Mask Girl), more class based social commentary (Devil Judge, Golden Spoon, Vigilante, Kingdom), and an increase in both sex and violence (Somebody, A Shop for Killers).

I could totally see more revenge based KBLs in the coming years since revenge and thriller shows can be combined pretty easily and you don't need a huge budget for either. You can also set them in evergreen settings like the workplace (Marry My Husband) or high school/uni (Revenge of Others).

KBLs have mostly stuck with evergreen settings with a couple outliers like Kissable Lips (2022), Once Again (2022) for example. I enjoyed Love for Love's Sake but it stuck in that evergreen space of school based romance, with magical realism. Again, not surprising given KBLs are just following trends of romance kdramas of the past.

Whilst not a bad~~~ thing, it can be a bit stale and hopefully with a bit more budget/investment we'll see the acquisition of series that are more in line with what's trending with Korean audiences currently.

There's other things I'd like to see develop into trends for KBLs but they're mostly technical and business trends.

That's all I got in the tank, this post took me almost six hours to write b/c of all the sourcing and research I'm freaking peeked.

See y'all next time ✌️

Check out other posts in the series:

Film Making? In My BL? - The Sign ep01 Edition | Aspect Ratio in Love for Love's Sake | Cinematography in My BL - Our Skyy2 vs kinnporsche, 2gether vs semantic error, 1000 Stars vs The Sign | How The Sign Uses CGI | Is BL Being Overly Influenced by Modern Western Romance Tropes?

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[winterdadandspiderson]

WINTERDAD AU #1

(part one because this got way too long. this is essentially the plot of an old fic i started back in 2020 and what would've happened of i'd continued it. i might try and write it again one day, perhaps, if i don't give up after 2 chapters. anyway here we go)

- mary parker was a shield agent when she met the winter soldier, both were on a mission. they fought, but never got as far as mortally wounding each other. mary would always slip away. it was like a game. bucky had been kept out the ice for a few weeks at that point, running a long job. but the longer he's out, the more he starts to remember little pieces, who he used to be.

- mary feels pity for him, seeing through the stone cold image hydra forged for him, to the person within. they fight. but then they also talk. they keep seeing each other while bucky scouts. eventually one thing leads to another and they develop a relationship of sorts. 

- mary later discovers she's pregnant but bucky never finds out. he's taken back, wiped and put under the ice once more. mary quits her job at shield so she can provide for her kid and keep them safe. knowing full well if anyone in shield or hydra caught wind that she was carrying the winter soldiers child, they'd never be safe.

- she's sad that bucky disappeared again, she knows hydra likely had him wiped and iced again. but she moves on, meeting richard soon after who she tells she's expecting a son, that the father disappeared without a word (technically not a lie) he tells her he'll love him like he's his regardless.

- when her son is born she names him peter james parker (during the few weeks they met, the last time they talked, bucky ended up remembering his first name, mary wanted peter to have at least a piece of him)

- peter ends up looking a LOT like bucky. he has the same shade of dark brown hair, facial structure which shows as he grows. but he has mary's eyes)

- the plane crash was really just an unfortunate incident. peter still goes to live with aunt may and uncle ben when he's seven. and then things go as they usually do in canon. the avengers form, yada yada all that stuff, you know the drill.

- when he's 14 peter is bitten by the radioactive spider. BUT. an important detail here is that due to the expiermentation bucky was subjected to by hydra and the enhancements which altered his genes, some of that, though remaining dormant, passed onto peter. but it didn't really do anything, it was just there. but it did keep him alive after the spider bite. without those enhancements in his blood peter would've died. instead, he gained his powers.

- uncle ben still gets shot, which as usual influences peter to become spider-man. and months after tony still comes along and recruits him to fight in germany. peter does.

- when he briefly faces bucky ("you have a metal arm? that is AWESOME, dude!") neither know so that also goes as normal. bucky is bewhildered by the kid who managed to block a hit with so much force behind it, while also shocked to know that he was just that, a kid.

- now one vastly different thing here is that while the avengers do split for a good year, steve and tony eventually talk and make amends. the avengers reassemble, deciding that they need to put the world before their feud. they're not on super good terms, but they tolerate each other. tony still refuses to forgive bucky.

- homecoming happens during the time where things are still rocky between the avengers so peter still deals with vulture alone. but he does see tony more often, stopping by for lab days to work on his suit among other things, to keep up the "internship" charade. tony grows fond of him, though he doesn't admit it.

its post homecoming where things start to go wrong.

[sicksucculentz]

Regretavator headcanons: Bive. part 2

She can clack her teeth together very loudly and very fast. She does this when she's happy and or excited about something. She tends to do it it a lot when she gets to spend time with Split. It freaked Split out a little the very first time she saw/heard this. They were having dinner together one night and were seated across from each other at a circular table. Bive was gripping the edges of the table with both hands, she sat leaning forward over the table a little, staring at Split, classic frequently seen grin across her face and loudly clacking her teeth at Split. Split just sat there staring back at her with this slightly scared and concerned look on her face.

Now, Split isn't scared of Bive at their current status but when they first met each other Split thought Bive was going to maul her or something. The twitching, paranoia, fits of delusion, and her sure size scared her off at first. She found even though she was a little freaked out by Bive she was genuinely curious about the strange hairy mess and took a risk spending more time around her and boy is she glad she took that risk.

She likes eating chicken in a particular way. She loves it dry and loves to peal it by strands. Of course she eats it as normal but does the peeling thing while she’s chewing. It’s just entertaining to her. She used her claws to do it.

Split often cooks for her. She doesn't now how to properly cook meats so her meals are vegan. Bive has no issue with this at all and quite enjoys her cooking! Split was the one to introduce her to chickpeas. Bive forgot what they were called when asking for them again later and called them “little sand orbs” because of their gritty texture that reminded her of sand. Split often serves her peppermint or ginger tea with her coffee, helps to settle her stomach.

Bive and Split have dinner with each other every Friday. Lampert and Party Noob come to sometimes!

Bive used to be a ball of lint and dog hair! She formed from this ball of lint and dog hair! She started out looking much like a spider. It took her 28 years to reach the point she’s at now aging her 28 of course. She is cannonly a lab accident apparently as it says in her wiki. She was cared for in the beginning years of her life by 4 different female scientists that she grew to view as mothers. They had to leave her at the lab overnight sense it was illegal to take something made in the lab home so she was completely on her own besides the night guards that sometimes kept her company, most of them were scared of her and didn't want to interact.

Bive will not stop growing and evolving. It took her 28 years to get to her current state and size at about 6 ' 8 and about 300lbs rounding up. She's not done growing at all. Much like the teeth of rodents she grows and grows and grows. The growth and evolutions to her body will not end until something ends her life, it's unknown if she can die of old age. She was kind of adorable as a "baby" she looked a bit like those worms on a string but with little spider like legs. She would scuttle around eating bugs, crumbs, other peoples lunches if left out, snacks left out, small meals given to her by staff, and just about anything she could find and fit in her mouth. She only had 3 teeth on the top and bottom and it took her like 3 years to reach a size big enough to finish a whole sandwich.

A smart cookie she was able to pick up language by creeping around others. Doing this also gave her an insight to more than just English. She knows a tiny amount of Korean, French, German, and Spanish! It's not nearly enough to be fluent though, hell she still fucks English up sometimes.

She tends to know a lot of different things but it's more along the lines of dabbling in the surface level of many different topics. She has one little section of something that she's got a lot of depth in and that tends to be criminal justice. She loves true crime, murder mysteries, and even conspiracies!

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Hobie's Hobbies

Everyone knows Hobie Brown, Spider-Punk, the punker that loves breaking the rules and challenge authority with no remorse what's no ever. He's a man- err, man? Heck, he doesn't believe in social contrast like gender or sexuality. But let's say this Punker is one about expressing one's self without hurting nobody, to protect people's lives and rights.

Hobie Brown is for the People, his love causes waves to many hearts and in his world he always makes BIG CHANGES! He has the power and voice to do so, yet his appearance always the first to be judge without knowing his goofy personality. The fun lovable Hobie wearing dark and spiked clothing to fit his subculture and style.

One of the biggest secrets many found out about him when they got closer to him, especially his Sunflower is his hobbies involving sewing, knitting, crocheting, and crafty.

Good old Capitalism is never getting him, since he always- ALWAYS find ways to make things work. Need a part of shoes? Don't worry, he'll use the five finger discount from a Cooperate store to get them. Need a new shirt because that old shirt have holes? No worries, he'll sew it right up or make it into a completely different shirt.

His sewing machine has been his old reliable from the beginning of his young life. When he first was a squatter/homeless at the age of thirteen, he had only the old shoes he wore that the soles were ripping off, and old hand-me downs shirt and pants from his older brother. He had to learn quickly how to reuse and savage old clothing he found from the streets or find ways to layer up when winter was coming. So many bouncing from one warehouse to another, until he was able to find a group of teenagers struggling the same thing.

They work together, through listening to underground music they were able to become a family. Soon, he met many people that were willing to teach their own hacks or life skills.

One old homeless woman to him under her wing and they share a little home at an abandon run down building that was once part of the Projects. She use to be a fashion designer, yet with the dictatorship running the States, many rules about modest dressing, and freedom of expression went out the window.

This lead her in jail and lost everything even her name! She became homeless, and found ways to survive by making clothes for anyone she met on the streets. Luckily she didn't have to sell herself or do drugs, her duty was to sew and make clothes from simple trading or cash.

Hobie learns her ways even though she was a tough teacher, very mean at times with her thick Haitian accent coming out ever now and then. Every time he sews, he could remember her commenting on his crappy stitches by hand, "Ki kaka sa? Yuh hav to be able to make a proper stitch! Now, do it again!" She would smack his hands then rip the work for him to redo, "I'm only teaching you how to do it right. You want your clothes to last! Quit makakri around! Now, do a basic running stitch. Yur not eatin' until we get it right!"

"Awe, but aunty! Zelda please!" fourteen year old Hobie would beg her to be easy on him, but that only made her more tick off.

Hobie remembers how she would curse him out for complaining, because she knows their world is cruel. The people around them treating them like shit. He never did a proper thank you to her, then again, Miss Lowe is never one for affection. After all, she's half Caribbean woman- never that affection by physical touch but through silence or gentle pats. Sometimes harsh comments are her most affectionate ways for her to express.

Anyway, he knew everything about sewing through her and he started to create his own clothing from what he could get. This made him very crafty, he's able to look at any design and quickly replicate it. If his friends wanted leather bracelet with stubs, he can make it in a split second.

This went as far as technology and cracking codes, anything advance computer science can be cracked by him. It's something he learn quite young that he's a very smart person, but he wouldn't found out if he didn't knew how to sew.

Now, in a better place living in the comforts of his Poly, his boathouse, he can enjoy making more fashionable clothing or knit/crochet stuff for his friends in peace.

Back to the present, Miles looks at the dress he's sewing for his baby sister's birthday. "Ugh, I can't get these material to work! Maybe I should tell my mami to buy that other dress. But that dress is so expensive almost 2k!" He sighs at the big pink puffy dress, he tries to sew a perfect line of the fabrics, but one of the fabric isn't forgiving.

The punker came by having to eat a cherry popsicle, chilling at his boyfriend's couch. Watching his boyfriend using his mother's sewing machine, which they rarely use, having trouble sewing. He saw his Sunflower looking stressed out, then went over to look at, "You might need to use a fabric patch on the delicate material, luv."

"Really?" Miles being nineteen years old, he didn't know anything about that. Yes, he cosplay, but he always uses hot glue sticks or staples when stitching can take too long for him.

Hobie patted his back, "Let me try." His Sunflower let him sit on the chair, then he inspects the items in front of him.

Miles watches Hobie starting to fix the dress, every part Miles did he remove and fix it to improve the stitches, "Your stitching here is too loose, and here too tight. You need to pace yourself and this right here?" He shows two fabric together falling apart from one of the messy stitches, "It's gonna fall off by this end being loose! Luv, what are you doing?" He chuckles at the dress.

"I know, I suck! But my mom always wanted Billie's first dress to be special. We thought we could make it from scratch since the dresses we saw in the shops weren't the right color or style. It was a bit too Baptist for my mom tastes." Miles sighs being exhausted, "I wanted her to help me but she's super busy with work and I have to watch my little sister since-" The baby monitor turns on by waves of his baby sister crying, "See."

Miles got up to go over to check on his sister, "She's probably hungry."

"No worries, Sunflower. I can have this dress up and ready before her birthday party." Hobie saw the idea sketch of the dress, "So, you want flowers and butterflies on it?"

"Yeah, my mom thought fairies and butterflies would be a cute theme. I thought she would pick Bluey, or Baby Shark or Minnie Mouse." Miles giggles coming out of the room holding a teary eye Billie, "But I think she wants a Tinkerbell theme, but with pastels." The baby girl wore a strawberry onesie with a strawberry bonnet as she sniffs being calm by her brother's hug.

"It's a nice choice, all the sparkles and frills." Hobie hums as he looks at the sketches of the dress being a light pink second layer of the skirt with soft yellow and green, even there's wings design. "You made the wings?"

"Oh yeah! That was easy! Hot glue gun is always my best friend." Miles grins as he kisses his baby sister's cheek, "Awe, boo-boo. You hungry?" She snuggles her brother being clingy.

"Why not make her a strawberry fairy." Hobie chuckles at the baby's outfit.

"Hahaha, she would be cute as Strawberry Shortcake!" His boyfriend went to get Billie's formula ready.

"She would make a darling Strawberry Shortcake, I always liked Orange Blossom."

"Really? Why?" Miles asked once he mix the formula with lukewarm water, then giving a good shake. The little baby drools at her lunch wanting to eat.

"Because she reminds me of you, luv. You're my cute Orange Blossom." The punker made his boyfriend flustered.

"What? I feel like I'm more of a Ginger Snap." He fed his baby sister going over to an arm chair to sit down and feed his sister. Little Billie happily drinks her bottle while listening to her brother and his boyfriend.

"Huh, never thought about her. Who do you think I would be?"

"Lemon Meringue." Miles grins at him.

The punker burst out laughing, "Not you picking the whites one out of the bunch?"

"Hehehe, okay. Okay. Let see, hmmm... Raspberry Tart? She's pretty spunky." His boyfriend points it out.

"Heh, I can see that." His punker boyfriend kept pressing on the peddle on the sewing machine and working on the fabric. "Do I look cute in Magenta, luv?"

"Yeah, you do." His boyfriend giggles, his eyes gleaming at him as he sat with his legs crossed on the muted grey armchair. Billie's chubby hands holds the bottle wanting more formula as she drinks. "Hey, eat slow bebé! You're gonna get a tummy ache."

"HMPH!" Billie grunts being so hungry." She ate like there's no tomorrow.

"She eats so fast like my dad." He laughs.

Hobie points out, "Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Now, check this out, Sunflower!" He shows the perfect stitching of skirt of dress being so perfectly aline and hidden from sight.

"WOW!" Miles' eyes sparkles at the skirt of the dress, "Bae that's amazing! I didn't know you were that good?"

"Luv, I'm offended. You think I buy my cloths?"

"I didn't know you actually know how to sew sew? I thought you just making patches on your pants or jacket for fun."

"I know how to sew sew, Sunflower. I make my own jeans sometimes if not rip the ones I have and use other fabric for different color combos." Hobie chuckles with amusement as he kept going, "It won't be long till I finish the skirt but..." He looks at the size of the skirt's width around the waist then at Billie, "She's rather small..."

"I think I mess up on the measurements too, because it's lookin a bit big. I still got more fabric."

"Don't worry, luv. I know how to fix it around the skirt. Good thing I found out not before making the upper part of the dress." He saw the pencil made for marking fabrics and use it to make his marks. "I'm going to measure the little lass."

Billie drools as she pushes the bottle away being full. "AHH!" Her big brown eyes on Hobie then her brother.

"Okay, once I finish burping her." Miles hums as he got up to help his baby sister burp then his nose smell something odd, "And change her diaper."

"HEHEHE!" Billie laughs then grunts having her face buried into her brother's shoulder. "UGHHH!"

Miles sighs while his boyfriend cracks up by the baby making farts and pooping. "I didn't think she would go that fast!"

"Something is in the formula..."

"Hahaha," Miles went to change his baby sister.

After a twenty minutes, the Black Latino came with his sister and let the punker measured around Billie's waist, chest, and arms. "Alright. Luv, you can ease and watch some television."

"I feel bad that you're doing all the work. I wish I can help or repay you." Miles pouts.

"No worries, luv." His partner grins widely, then wiggle his eyebrows, "How about repaying me with some fun."

"You would want that, huh?" Miles snickers, "You want me to wear your band shirt without anything on, too?"

"Now, that's tempting."

"Hahaha, how about I go make you lunch?" His boyfriend went to turn on the television to play Monster Inc and set his baby sister in her play pen, "Okay, boo-boo. I'ma go make Hobie, his lunch."

"OHh! Ohh!" Billie's eyes glue to the television watching the movie, then grab a soft block to hit another block.

Miles went over to kiss his punker, "Mwah, you want a sandwich?"

"I want you." Hobie's eyes gleam with love, his hands wrap around his partner's waist.

"Pfft, cheesy! Come on, bae. Aren't you hungry?"

"I am. A sandwich with chips would be fine for me."

"Okay. I can do that." He gave his man another kiss then patted his chest, "You want soda?"

"Yes, luv. So didja mum order a cake?"

"Yeah, my dad took us to this Dominican bakery and order a Dominican cake with guava filling. It's gonna have sparkles, fairies and these glitter balls. Ha, you can tell my mom always wanted a girl because she's going all out." He took out the ingredients to make a sandwich.

"How was your first birthday luv?"

"You wanna see?" He asked.

"YES!"

Miles went into one of the bookshelves taking out a photo album, handing it back to his boyfriend. The punker flip through to find adorable baby pictures then photos of Miles' first birthday party. The theme was baby Mickey Mouse with soft blue, red and black with gold. There was baby Miles with his big doe eyes and big smile being carried by his dad while his mom kisses his round cheeks.

"Luv, you were cute."

"Hahaha, I was a cute baby." Miles smiles at his boyfriend, "Mickey Mouse is like a big thing with Latinos. I remember I went to my cousins' birthday parties with the same theme. Baby Mickey Mouse and his friends."

"My birthday was just a cupcake."

"Awe, baby." He frowns at his punker's childhood.

"Luv, it's alright. It's just... I wish I have a photo of me when I was a sprog." The punker flip through the book to find photos of his adorable partner being so small and curious. A photo of him dressed up a Winnie the Pooh while holding his rattle. These photos are a treasure!

"I bet you were a handsome boy!" His boyfriend hums.

"I'm still am! I'm your handsome boy, Sunflower." Hobie set the photo album to the side then he let his Sunflower sit on his lap to kiss.

"AH!" Billie shouts over with her own curious eyes on them.

Hobie playfully did a raspberry through their kiss making Miles grunts, "Ew, bae! You put spit on my lips."

"So? Come here, let me lick it off?"

"No," Miles rub off the split from his lips, "I'm gonna go make your sandwich!" He giggles when his punker snuggles him. "Bae!"

"I love you, Miles. I love you and being part of your family... you know that." Hobie mutters with his facing his Sunflower, his chin resting on his chest. "I love that I get to be part of Billie's life, too. I see her as my little sister."

Miles smiles at him, "I love you, too. I love that you are part of us, mi amor." He presses his forehead against his punker, "Your my soul mate, baby." This made the punker smiles widely then give a kiss on the lips.

"AHH!" Billie whines out loud, she saw them kiss looking so happy. "AHH!"

"I should," Miles looking bashful when he pulls away, "I should get that sandwich ready."

"Yeah, I..." Hobie also felt flustered, "need to finish this up."

"Don't work too hard, bae."

"I won't." Hobie felt his heart race, it's not like they kiss before. Maybe it's because he knows his Sunflower is the one and only for him. Perhaps he saw himself married to him- OH no, he can't think of that. He's still too young for those ideas. Instead he glances up seeing Billie smiling at him. "What is it?"

"Hahaha." She sticks her fingers in her mouth being amused at the punker.

"Funny, luv." Hobie chuckles.

The three spend their time together, Miles helps Hobie with the ideas of the dress. Since the punker thought less butterflies from the sketch would work for Billie to move around. They were talking about color lay outs and types of fabric working along.

When Rio got home from work, she sighs being super exhausted, "My god, today was hell!" She mutters.

"AH!" Billie came crawling with a sparkling skirt on.

"Oh, mi bebé!" Rio's moody feeling washed over when she saw her baby girl beaming with joy, she got low to pick her daughter up and gasps with delight, "What do you got on, mi vida?"

Billie's hands on her mother's face with laughter. "Oh mom, your home! You saw the skirt? Hobie made it!"

"Ello, Miss Morales." Hobie said being by the sewing machine as he kept working. "That's just the draft! Trial run!"

"Bae, it's a great skirt even for being the first one." Miles said out loud.

Rio said, "Wow, I didn't know you can sew, Hobie. It looks so nice." She touches the skirt to see the perfectly line stitches and band around her daughter's waist. "It's perfect!"

"Hahaha, thanks!" Hobie said with a smile on his face, "But this one will be the one. A simple splash of pink, green underneath and yellow over the top will make it sparkle!" He pins the band then start the machine.

"He's helping make her dress! I tried but... I messed up so much, mami!" Miles rub his neck as he eyes on his scraps from the floor.

Rio chuckles, "Tell me about it. I remember I would make some shirts crooked." She went over to the punker to see the dress, "Guau! You're really good."

"Just practice, Miss Morales!" The punker had an eye for details, he carefully work around the delicate sparkle fabric.

"Gracias, Hobie. I feel like we should pay you... this kind of stuff is a lot of work."

"Nah, I don't mind. I always sew clothes for my friends." He said, "And I like doing this."

Rio smiles at him, "Thank you, Hobie. I'm glad you are helping us, right bebé?" She coos at her little girl.

"Hehehe," Billie smiles at her mother's kisses.

"Hmm," Rio check her Smartwatch to find it's almost five, "Hmm, Jeff will be home soon."

"You wanna order Chinese?" Miles asked her mom.

"Yeah, that'll be better for me. I really don't want to cook." Rio sighs being tired, "Mi amor, can you make the usual order also Hobie what do you want let Miles know. I'll be right back. I need to shower." She kisses her baby girl before putting her in a playpen. The middle age woman had been dreaming of a warm shower since work, she wanted to feel relax after a busy day.

"Yes, Miss Morales." Hobie nodded.

Miles went to get a Chinese menu from a local restaurant near buy, "So bae, what you want?"

"Hmm," The punker rub his chin as Miles went over to sit on his lap and snuggle, "maybe some pork fried rice, fried chicken and beef with broccoli. Oh Egg-rolls!"

"You want some chips?"

"Yes! You know me so well." Hobie snuggles with him.

"AHHH!" Billie watches them.

"Okay, I'll make the orders. You should take a break, bae. Watch some tv and play with Billie." Miles kisses him on the lips before going to get his smartphone to make the call to the Chinese restaurant.

The punker went over to the couch to relax a bit, he lifts up Billie seeing the skirt dangling. "You like the skirt?"

Billie nodded then touches Hobie's face to feel his cheekbones, "Ma?"

"She's going to shower, lil one." He carries her letting her hold the remote as they watch My Little Pony, which Billie seems to enjoy.

Miles smiles when he saw his man relaxing after he made the order. Then went over to clean up the messy fabrics on the floor, "Since you know how to sew, maybe you can teach me?"

"Oh? You wanna be my student." His boyfriend teased.

"Hey, I need to know how to do this too. You seen my cosplays!"

"Hahaha, right. I can for 100 kisses, luv." Hobie hums.

Billie waves the remote speaking in sounds, "AHH! HAH!"

"Oh okay, I can do that." Miles kisses his man's cheeks multiple times, "Mwah one. Mwah! Two! Mwah-mwah! Four!"

"You got ninety six more to go." Hobie hums happily.

"AhhH!" Billie went over to her big brother for his kisses, "Ohh! Mmiii! MIII!" She fusses around being jealous.

Miles giggles, "I guess, I have to give her a hundred kisses too!"

"Awe, but I was first!" Hobie slouches his boyfriend being needy.

"There's enough of me to go around!" Miles giggles at the two.

Rio saw the three having fun making her smile before she went to the bathroom to shower. It wasn't long till the delivery guy from the Chinese restaurant came by. Miles pay the guy in cash plus tip, when he brought the bags into the home, Hobie went to help him while carrying Billie with one hand.

"Smells so good." Hobie's stomach growls.

"I know. I'm getting hungry." His Sunflower went to put the bags of Chinese food on the table, "I hope my dad gets home soon."

"Oh yeah, pops will sure love to see me here." Hobie grins at his partner.

"Hahaha, you always like picking on him, huh?"

"Yeah, Sunflower. Always gotta be the annoying boyfriend." The punker gave a nose nuzzle to his Sunflower, "You should know this by now." Miles giggles in agreement.

Billie looks up at them while she drools, "Uh?"

"Look away, lil bloo. This is only for me and your brother." Hobie kisses Miles while covering Billie's eyes.

Jeff walks through the front door being surprised to see Hobie kissing Miles, "AHEM!" He didn't need to see the punk smooching his son.

"DAD!" Miles quickly shove his boyfriend being shy, "Your home early!"

"I was able to get out early, after we solve a case. Looks like that Spider-man gave us the evidence we need to take down a drug lord." Jeff stares at Hobie, "I had a feeling there was gonna be some trouble."

"Da-ah-ad! Stop picking on Hobie!" Miles frowns, "Oh but mamí is here and we order Chinese food! We got Barbecue pork!" The light of joy through Jeff's eyes had shifted his whole mood when he heard that his son order his favorite dish.

"AAAPPPAAAA!" Billie reaches out for her dad being so happy to see him, she giggles.

Hobie grins, "You want pops to hold you?"

Jeff snorted, "That's Mr. Morales to you!"

"Bababa!" Billie nodded as she looks at Hobie with her finger wagging at him.

"Awe, love you too!" Hobie playfully teased the baby girl with kisses on her cheek.

"AHH!" She puffs her cheeks with anger.

"Okay. Okay! Gimme my baby gurl, she's gonna start crying cuz of you!" Jeff huffs as he took his daughter from the punker's hands.

Miles said to his dad, "Dad, don't be so mean to my boyfriend. He's just playing around." He hugs his punker like he was a protective shield from the chief of police.

Rio came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair wearing her flip flops, "Oh, hola, mi amor. How was work?"

"Hey, Rio! Just finished showering?"

"Yeah, food is here, too?"

"Yes, mami! I'll go get the plates and set up for dinner." Miles said.

After Rio went to her bedroom to changed, Miles and Hobie set up the table. Jeff plays with Billie for a bit, "Now, where did you get this skirt?" He asked his baby girl.

"Hehehe." Billie giggles.

Miles smiles, "Hobie made it!"

"Yeah, dad! I made it with these criminally hands." Hobie jokes having his boyfriend nudge his side.

"Bae, behave!" Hearing his man chuckling with delight, Miles could only rolled his eyes "Now, get the soda and help me finish set up the table."

"Hahaha, you tell him, son." Jeff chuckles with amusement how his son is able to have that punk on a leash.

Rio came out with her pajamas and her wavy hair damp, "Mwah," She went to kiss her husband's cheek, "How's my Chief of Police doing? Busy day?"

"Ohh, tell me about it." His hand took his daughter's hand to play with it. Billie's tiny hand was able to grab his index finger. "We solve the case no thanks to Spider-man, but man, I tell ya! With the evidence we got, that drug lord is getting life in prison possible with no parole!"

Rio smiles happily, "See, Spider-man is a good man. He gave you the evidence!"

"I know. I know. But it's hard working along him if he keeps going against the law." Jeff sighs.

Miles secretly smirking proudly at how impressed his dad was with Spider-man. Normally it's about him being a thug and breaking the rules, but this time it's something very positive. Hobie saw that and grins at his Sunflower.

"You saw Hobie making this cute skirt, apparently he knows how to sew! He's making Billie's birthday dress!" Rio happily said.

Now that made Hobie very happy, Miles knew if his boyfriend is happily head banging in his mind. "Mami, Hobie knows how to knit and crochet, too!"

"Oh really?" Rio put on hand on her hip being impressed. "I have some knitting tools and yawn. I did it when I was pregnant with Billie to keep my mind off from my strict diet." She recalls. "If you want. I can give it to you!"

"Awe, you don't have too, Miss Morales!"

"Oh I'm happy to give it to you! I know I'm not good with crafts like you and mi hijo!" She went into one of the cabinets from the living room to pull out a basket of knitting tools and yawn, "Here."

"Ohh, you got the good yarn too." Hobie's eyes gleam at the basket, he touches one of the yarn feeling its soft nice quality, "Thanks, Miss Morales." He felt like a kid in a candy store as he started to get his knitting needles some green yawns and quickly started to knit. With his speed of his handwork gave off, he happily bob his head side to side being in the zone.

"Bae, you gotta eat first then work on this." Miles giggles.

"Sorry, luv. It's been awhile since I knit something I want." He explains.

Rio claps happily, "Your really good, Hobie. You have quite the talent!"

"Awe, thanks, Miss M!"

Miles giggles, "Okay! We should start eating! Chinese food gonna get cold!"

"Oh, we don't want that!" Jeff grunts, "I want a hot meal after a long day's work!"

"I can feed Billie! You and mami should eat!" Miles happily said.

"Awe, thanks, mi vida." Rio happily kisses her son's cheek having to smother him with all her love.

Billie waves her hands, "AHHH! AHHH!" She wanted her brother's hugs!

Hobie playfully tease Billie after her mother went to serve herself dinner, he hug and kiss Miles. "My Miles!" He chuckles.

"AHHH! AHHH!" Billie's eyes widen getting upset.

"BAAAEEE! Your gonna upset her!"

"See I knew your trouble!" Jeff grunts.

At the family table, Miles fed Billie some formula while everyone eats. Jeff asked, "So how was every else' day?"

"Busy! I had one patient- a teenager boy kinda dress like you," She looks at Hobie, "and got into a car accident where a shard of glass got into his neck and completely miss his artery. He was one lucky boy."

"What! That's insane!" Hobie gasps, loving Rio's hospital stories. Something about her explaining about the crazy stuff in there always fascinate him.

"Wow, imagine the surgery to perform?" Miles asked out loud.

"It's very tedious work, especially when there's a lot of sensitive nerves, and veins." His mom explained.

"Terrible thing to happen at a young age." Jeff explain before shoving fried rice into his mouth.

"It was. His mother was a mess. I'm just glad he survived the surgery and is healing." She said, "it's traumatic stuff."

Miles nodded, "Yeah, that's crazy."

"What about you two? I thought Miles was making the dress" Jeff asked, eyeing Hobie and Miles seeing they were alone hanging out.

Hobie chuckles, while Miles answered, "I did but I sucked at it. it was falling apart and Hobie took over. We were talking about adding more flowers or butterflies."

"I say less butterflies since lil Billie boo gots to move around." Hobie points out.

"I like the butterflies from the sketch." Jeff said, "They fit the whole theme."

"What if we make a crown for her! Miles made the wings." Rio points out. "Maybe have the butterflies on the hem of the dress."

"Well, I can add a bit. It's just the fabric on the topic layer is delicate and can't be stitched so much or it'll rip. I think the flowers would be nice."

"Is the fabric okay for Billie to move around. I know some nice clothes can be itchy!" Jeff points out.

"The feeling of the fabric isn't scratchy." Miles said, "I think she'll be fine."

"I think the fabric is best to enhance the shape of the dress. I'm thinking making straight across neckline and use the sheer fabric over it. I'm planning in making the sleeves leaf like with the satin fabric and sheer fabric on top, too. I'm thinking we should really play with the fairy idea." Hobie explains as the Morales family pictures how the dress will turned out liking the sound of it.

"Ohh, that is a good idea. I haven't thought of that. I know, I drew a basic princess poofy dress, but the leaves idea does sound nice!" Miles nodded.

"What about her shoes? We got her white shoes for her." Jeff said.

"Oh make it like Tinkerbell. Add those cute puffs." Rio pointed out.

"Or Flowers?" Jeff asked.

The family kept talking about Billie's dress, sharing ideas and seeing what will work for the little girl. Billie watches them talking among each other while she relax in her brother arms. Hobie's hobby really saved Billie's first birthday dress!

[rubykgrant]

Imagine RvB characters with superpowers. But just one each, like in RWBY or My Hero Academia. Could totally see Sarge being an unstoppable force, or Tucker being the center of attention, or Caboose being able to make things not work properly. Church splitting off parts of his psyche as clones. Maine having permanent copies of powers. Wash making a memory fog. Kimball having a speed buff for herself & others. Jax making videos of his memory. Just so many possibilities!

There are a handful of RVB Super Power AUs out there that are all very interesting (the two I'm more familiar with are the "Villain AU" by @smilysstuff , and "We Didn't Even Kiss Until Issue 26" by @cinaed . I've also seen some cool Spider-Man/Spider-Verse concepts from @leonardalphachurch and @donut-entendre ~)

You've got some cool super power ideas for them too! The characters are all so weird, it is easy to take the various talents or certain personality traits and turn them into super abilities, either ones that fit easily with them, or perhaps ones that seem like the "opposite" of what is typical.

If I was going to put them into a Super Hero setting, but maybe try to make it a little different from some of the others I've seen... I might put them in a Batman scenario! Except it doesn't totally follow the same formula... because NONE of these dudes are a billionaire playboy who is also a scientist and expert martial artist. So instead...

"Blood Gulch" is actually the name for a small area of the city (basically, Crime Alley), and through some random (or perhaps connected) events, a lot of people have had an unpleasant experience there... Church woke up with no memory besides his name and a few vague bits of info of his life. Tucker was attacked, and his child was kid-napped. Caboose lost his penny (everybody thinks this is stupid, but you don't understand; it was the GIANT penny!). Donut got nailed with a grenade. Grif got ran-over by a tank (followed by Simmons agreeing to give up some organs to try and save his life at a hospital, but when doctors insisted Grif wouldn't survive the surgery, Simmons followed a very shady tip that somebody from that area could help them both... and so Simmons got a back-alley operation, then woke up a Cyborg. Grif is OK). Sarge got shot in the head. Tex "died" for the first time, and discovered she doesn't STAY dead. A strange villainous voice seems to "haunt" the area, but is only ever heard when Doc is around. Nothing bad happened to Kai, but she got busted for throwing a rave in an old warehouse there once.

Not all of this happened on the same day or anything, but it sure is a COINCIDENCE that all these people hurt somehow in this general area, isn't it!? Anyway, Church meets Tucker after Junior got kidnapped, and despite seeming so unfriendly, he's the only guy that listens to Tucker's weird story (because the group that took Junior didn't seem... human). The cops won't help, and Tucker doesn't want to leave the city unless he has a lead, so... Church takes him to where he's been crashing.

Which turns out to be a HUGE mansion, that has sat abandoned for years. Church may be a hobo, but he's a hobo with standards (also, he seems to know all the combinations for the locks. wonder why). Eventually, they run into Caboose out on the streets, sobbing over his penny. He follows them around all night, and Church finally agrees to let him com back to their mansion. Once inside, Caboose's clumsiness and nonsensical luck allows them to discover SECRET PASSAGEWAYS! There is a whole underground lair below the mansion! With some very interesting (and suspicious) technology. Oh, and it seems to be OCCUPIED as well?

So, while all that was going on, Sarge has been running around Blood Gulch at night, being a weird vigilante about it (he still has his own shotgun, but after it got damaged, the thing doesn't actually fire anymore. instead, he carries it around for the AESTHETIC, and a lot of people in the city start rumors about a guy who has a gun he doesn't shoot for some "metaphorical" reasons, but it really isn't that deep; it broke, he doesn't want to throw it away, he can't afford to get it fixed, and he's too stubborn to just get a new one. on the plus side, various bad guys have gotten the idea that if they don't use guns, the vigilante won't shoot them, so everybody has gotten less lethal in general). Sarge also collects weirdos who have gone through their own odd incidents...

He likes the idea of having a cyborg on his team, and Grif seems to be good at... not dying? That comes in handy. Donut just kinda invited himself and stuck around. Sarge finds an abandoned robot one night, so now they have a robot! His speech functions are stuck on Spanish, but Lopez is very capable at just about any task (he will still complain the whole time). Sarge decides to call their group... The Red Hood Gang! He still wears the red hoodie he had on when he got shot when doing vigilante stuff (plus a mask, and other gear). They move into what they THOUGHT was an old cave system outside the city... and find it has LOTS of interesting tech inside!

When Church's group finds out the Reds are basically living in their basement and hoarding all the cool junk, and the Reds realize these guys have an upstairs with actual bathrooms and a kitchen, they proceed to have a whole war over who gets to keep everything. As they fight and claim certain things for themselves, one of the big computers comes online... and a strange, high-pitched voice who introduces himself as Vic starts giving them info and "advice" on how to find the people that have caused their problems. Begrudgingly, the two groups decide to work together (Church's team calls themselves Blue Birds, since the gear they get is blue, and themed after birds; also, they get a cool vehicle! Sheila is their Batmobile~).

So, now the Reds and Blues are all doing vigilante stuff. They still bicker with each other, but no longer enemies. Other people in the city do not know how to deal with these chaotic weirdos. They eventually meet up with Tex, and Grif's sister figures out what her brother is up to. Doc has a brief time being "kid-napped" by the :evil voice" as O'Malley tries to be a full-on villain like the Joker, but eventually he settles down, accepts that he's really part of Doc, and they other accept Doc is part of their group too. Tucker even gets Junior back, and Caboose finds his GIANT PENNY! Things seem to being well... but THEN-

A corrupt police force doesn't like all these vigilantes exposing their own criminal activity, and hire outside help of a special agent; Washington. He initially tries to very seriously solve some of the problems in the city, and when he gets framed for even BIGGER problems, he just has his own villain-moment, taking it out on the Reds and Blues... but they win him over. New vigilante hero! He moves into the mansion with the rest of them, but one night when they return, the place has a new guest; Carolina, who informs them that this is HER FAMILY'S HOME. She's been away, doing all kinds of cool secret martial arts training around the world (that's right, she's the REAL Batman~), and comes back to to find a whole circus moved in while she was gone?

She also explained that the underground caves were where he father once had a whole secret project going on, with people being part of several experiments that claimed to make them "super heroes", but those running the show had ulterior motives (some of them were selling tech to other groups, thus creating lots of criminals with a huge advantage). Wash had been part of this program, but like the Reds, he never knew about the mansion above ground or the connection to Carolina's family. Tex was part of it too, but she kind of forgot some of it. Church... well, it seems that one the plans of Carolina's father was to try and bring her mother back to life, and one attempt involved a sample from a supernatural pool of energy, which he tested on himself first. The result was Church (this is a bit like all the R'as al Ghul/Jason Todd stuff).

More Batman-tastic shenanigans ensue... meanwhile, over in Metropolis, all the Chorus problems are happening! Instead of a surviving child of Krypton coming to Earth, a ship containing the collective history and technology landed on the planet. In secret, a group has been slowly using the advanced tech for personal gain, and some people are also stealing it for themselves. Two sides of a "war" break out, each being manipulated into fighting because once they're all gone, nothing will stop a certain rich business man from taking everything for himself (Hargrove is basically Lex Luthor. Felix and Locus use lots of Krypton tech, and also have access to the temporary Super Serum that gives them small doses of powers).

Sorry, that was a LOT for a basic "Batman/Superman" AU haha

[daitranscripts]

Iron Bull: Warm Approval

Tell Me About Your Troops

Iron Bull Masterpost

Available after meeting the Chargers and if they are not sacrificed.

PC: I’d like to hear more about the Chargers.

After Demands of the Qun Iron Bull: They’re good. Riding high after we hit those Venatori. Glad they made it out alive, too.

Iron Bull: Always happy to talk about my guys. What do you want to know?

1 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: How did you start? [2]

Investigate: You must have crazy stories. [3]

Investigate: Your group is diverse. [4]

Investigate: Tell me about Krem. [5]

General: Goodbye. [6]

2 - Investigate: How did you start? PC: How did you start the group? Iron Bull: It’s easy to make a name for yourself as a merc when you’re a head taller than most folks. I spent a year or two working for Fisher’s Bleeders, but their captain was crap. Figured I could do better. The best folks in the Bleeders agreed with me, so we split off.

Dialogue options:

Special: What about Fisher? [Back to 1]

7 - Special: What about Fisher? PC: I imagine Fisher disagreed. Iron Bull: (Grunts.) He came at me. I snapped his sword in half, and we talked things out over drinks.

3 - Investigate: You must have crazy stories. PC: What are the craziest jobs you’ve ever taken? Iron Bull: Besides this one? There’s a lot of violence between the nobles here, but that’s standard work. The fun stuff is when they party. They always want to impress each other, and that means getting something shiny. We’ve hunted wyverns, fought through caves to find some old magical crap, even went giant-baiting once.

Dialogue options:

Special: Giant-baiting? [8]

[Back to 1]

8 - Special: Giant-baiting? PC: What’s giant-baiting? Iron Bull: So this old guy, Comte Vanchess, has some kind of pageant planned, but he needs a giant, which is off in some damn cave. He’s got some kind of rare charm to control the giant, but no way he’s going into that cave himself. So we go in, kill some spiders, find the giant, and wake it up. It attacks us, because of course it does, and we let the big bastard chase us outside, where Vanchess is waiting.

Dialogue options:

Special: You let it chase you? [9]

[Back to 1]

9 - Special: You let it chase you? PC: That was actually your plan? To let a giant chase you? Iron Bull: Yeah. We had to stay out of reach but close enough that it wouldn’t give up. It was tricky. Good news is that giants are slow. Long as my guys ahead could clear out the spiders, we were fine. Bad news is that giant spiderwebs slow you down a bit more than you’d think. PC: But at least Comte Vanchess got his giant for the pageant. Iron Bull: Ah, turned out that charm was a phony. Giant ate the poor guy alive. It’s okay, though. We still got paid. [back to 1]

4 - Investigate: Your group is diverse. PC: You have people from plenty of different backgrounds in your group. Iron Bull: Yeah. Well, when you’re in Orlais and you look like me, you can’t be picky about who you take in. A lot of ’em got turned away from other companies that didn’t want a knife-ear or a crazy dwarf. Their loss. You get my back in a fight and carry your own weight, you’re good with me.

Qunari PC Iron Bull: How about you? You had a company of your own. How did you put yours together?

Dialogue options:

General: I took all kinds. [10]

General: I mostly stuck with humans. [11]

General: I used Tal-Vashoth. [12]

10 - General: I took all kinds. PC: Like you, more or less. I took anyone who could take care of themselves and follow orders. Iron Bull: Great minds… [back to 1] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 11 - General: I mostly stuck with humans. PC: I only had humans, for the most part. I thought I’d get more work with the nobles that way. Iron Bull: Yeah, that makes sense. Some of them only want the right people bleeding for ’em. [back to 1] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 12 - General: I used Tal-Vashoth. PC: My company was mostly Tal-Vashoth, like me. Iron Bull: (Grunts.) Well, it’s better than becoming bandits, I guess. [back to 1]

5 - Investigate: Tell me about Krem. PC: I’d like to know more about Krem. Iron Bull: He’s a good soldier, and a better second-in-command. The troops need someone to complain to when I’m being a hard-ass. He’s good for that.

13 - Dialogue options:

Special: But you hate Tevinter. [14]

Special: Him being her isn’t an issue? [15]

[Back to 1]

14 - Special: But you hate Tevinter. PC: You don’t have a problem with him being from Tevinter? Iron Bull: Nah. PC: But you hate “the Vints.” Iron Bull: Sure. But he’s not a Vint. He’s just Krem. I can get worked up about a group or a nation just fine, but people… It’s too much work to hate them one by one. [back to 13]

15 - Special: Him being her isn’t an issue? PC: You don’t have any problems with him being a woman? Iron Bull: He’s not a woman.

Iron Bull (Qunari PC): Look, you and I have to walk carefully so we don’t accidentally break the furniture or the elves. Iron Bull (Dalish PC): Look, I’ve got horns. You’ve got pointy ears and those freaky, big elf eyes. Iron Bull (dwarf PC): Look, I’ve got horns. You only come up to my knee, and you can’t dream. Iron Bull (mage PC): Look, I’ve got horns. You can shoot fire out of your ass. Iron Bull (human PC): Look, I’ve got horns. You’ve got a magic mark on your hand that makes demons pop out of the sky.

Iron Bull: We’re probably not the best people to go around deciding what’s normal. Krem’s a good man. I don’t give a nug’s ass that it’s a little harder for him to piss standing up. [back to 13]

6 - General: Goodbye. PC: See you later, Bull. Iron Bull: Nice talking with you, boss.

[hushimstressed]

About the spiderman au:

Who fell in love first? Also who did they fall in love with (the civilian or alter ego version)?

Also do they ever reveal to each other? (I think it would be silly if they accidentally revealed to each other and it was the spiderman pointing meme like “wait YOURE spiderman? I’M *insert venom slimes name*” )

Gonna split this into their civillian vs alter egos because Mariana has a different relation ship with Slime than with Venom and vice versa.

also this has also gotten really long and i've only been able to answer like half your ask so this is probably gonna be a part one... anyway all i've written so far is under the cut :>

Mariana fell first softly and found herself reaching out for Slime's hand just for their fingers to brush. content with keeping this crush at arm's length, it would only complicate things further, what with them pratically co-parenting Juana at this point and being an undercover superhero (and studying for her future career as an investigative journalist).

in comparison, Slime fell so hard and suddenly it felt like a pit in his stomach. he never noticed anything until he looked up at Mariana while at the breakfast table, and saw how the sun shon like a halo around her hair. and sorta stares for an awkward amount of time, looks down at their fingers intertwined and thinks oh

and then they make out

Spider-Man!Mariana thinks Venom is kinda gross at least at first becuase being a writhing and contorting black sludge can do that. she tries to just ignore him as impossible as that turned out to be

they do get to know each other better though, they just kept running into each other on rooftops and eventually, Mariana began to understand that Venom was deeply, deeply afraid, be it the man underneath who was possessed by an alien entity, or the alien itself, which found itself on an unknown planet.

Mariana finds a friend in Venom, the only other guy in the city who understands her, a person who hides everyday of their life and lie to the ones they love to protect them

Venom!Slime really looks up to Spider-Man, he's the kinda guy that was in the business for all the right reasons, to save innocent people at the wrong place at the wrong time. Slime/ Venom isn't like that. he's selfish, desperate and a fuck up. so seeing Spider-Man, someone so heroic and good, a person Slime aspires to be, but can't dream of ever being. because he was ruined from the start.

So he decides to bother Spider-Man. first, purely out of excitement and an unknown draw to the hero. then because he just likes to annoy him, then because they just so happen to frequent the same pizza place, then because he just wanted someone to talk to.

Slime begins to realise that Spider-Man is just as lonely as him, sure, Slime's got Venom, but there's only so much conversation with a being driven by impulse and an unending hunger. speaking to another human being like him, someone who always has something to hide- made him feel like a person for the first time in a long time.

WHICH IS A VERY LONG EXPLAINATION TO JUST SAY: Slime loves deeply and intensely very quickly (with Spider-Man first, and then with Mariana), while Mariana's love simmers like a cooked home meal (in a way he's always loved Charlie) and became friends with Venom. They both love juanaflippa more than life.

[polaroid-sorcery]

Nachtwacht edit mistakes

before i get into the mistakes i want to preface that i personally don't mind these "mistakes". it shows the series is made by people and people make mistakes, simple as that. anyway, here are some errors I spotted.

The Panther Creature (season 1, episode 1)

This is not necessarily an editing mistake, but more of "huh?" moment, I guess. Let me explain.

Here, Vlad just hung up the phone after getting a call from Wilko who called to tell them he's stuck in jail at Cooper's office. Keelin is listening to the conversation of Ella and a newly arrived guest.

A few seconds later, Vlad returns to grab Keelin while putting on his coat. They head to the back. The camera turns to focus on Ella and her conversation with the guest.

But then Vlad and Keelin are seen sneakily leaving the inn at the front door as Ella calls out for Vlad to help the guest with her luggage.

But how did Keelin and Vlad get there so fast? This is the scene as its shown in the episode:

I didn't edit this clip. Keelin and Vlad are seen going through the kitchen, which means they ended up in the private room. And also, what were they doing in the private room? Maybe let Vega know they were heading outside, that's possible. But then how did they get to the front door so quick? As far as I can tell, there are only 3 ways to leave the private room:

enter the secret room (through the wardrobe)

return back to the kitchen (through the door)

go outside (through window)

In the GIFs below you can see a doorway between the front door and the kitchen so theoretically that could lead to the private room and be a clever way for Vlad and Keelin to sneak out. Except, as I already mentioned, there are only 3 ways out of the private room. I never see another door that leads back to the inn's main room.

The Master Vampire (season 2, episode 6)

Keelin and Wilko discuss plans and decide to split up to find Vlad. So Keelin heads for the gate of the village square. She's not wearing a jacket.

In the next shot, Keelin busy trying to locate Vlad.

But now she is wearing her jacket. I know I'm nitpicking, and of course she could've gone back to get her jacket but they were in such a hurry to find Vlad so I don't find that a pausible explaination?

Tarantula (season 5, episode 3)

After Sacha told them about meeting a woman in the forest who was looking for Keelin, Vlad and Wilko, Vlad tells them about Tarantula. Wilko decides they should go look for her. They leave the inn immediately.

Next time we see the gang, they're in the forest. And Vlad is suddenly wearing his coat while he didn't grab it when they left the inn.

They continue to walk through the forest. Eventually they stumble upon Cooper who is standing next to one of Tarantula's giant spider webs. And Vlad is not wearing his coat.

The Day of the Blood Moon

This "mistake" is just a split second moment in the movie and it took me several rewatches to spot this. It's a scene from the third Night Watch movie and its also part of the end battle, thus the shots are all fast-paced.

(*spoilers ahead*) For context: Wilko, Rhea and Lupino catch Bardal with a net. They have to hold him down until the lunar (or solar?) eclipse has passed. during this eclipse the werewolves transform into a more wolf-ish form.

When they catch Bardal, Wilko's arms are covered with fur, he got claws (or very long, sharp nails?) and his face looks a bit different because of the more wolf-ish transformation.

Just seconds later, in a different shot, Wilko's arms are bare, no claws and his face is back in its usual werewolf transformation.

And then frames later, he is back to the more extreme werewolf form.

Seconds later, the eclipse has passed and all werewolves are back to their normal self, including Wilko who has changed into his usual transformation.

anyway. these were just little things i noticed. I hope you enjoyed reading all this about just minor Nachtwacht things :)

comment if you know any other edit "errors" like this in Nachtwacht.

[masterwords]

who do you think you're fooling?

Summary: Hotch breaks an important date with Morgan and is faced with the choice: make a big gesture to get him back or risk losing him forever. (Spoiler alert: he makes the gesture.)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 6.2k

Notes: I listened to Cher's album "Believe" on repeat for hours while writing this. I could keep editing this forever to include all of the vibes but I'll spare you. (Or maybe I'll just do this story again later with MORE VIBES.) The club described is one I used to go to ages ago for drag shows (though not even close to DC so here it's totally made up) and this trip down memory lane was a fun place to insert these two fools for a short time. Anyway. This is a silly little romp through a lover's spat set to the enchanting music of her highness Cher. Listen to "All or Nothing" and you'll feel this fic I think. if I did my job.

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“I saw Morgan at a gay bar last night,” Emily whispered, leaning so close to Reid’s ear that he could feel the spider-leg tickle of her hair as it cascaded over her shoulder and onto his. He shivered and pulled away just slightly, frowning.

“What?”

“Last night. Gay bar. Derek Morgan.” She was grinning wildly, that kind of cat eating a canary grin that he thought made her look like a movie star. Her smile was too wide, too perfect, and for a split second his attraction to her was through the roof. It overshadowed everything she said. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” he muttered, shaking it off. She was just like that. She kind of made everyone stupid sometimes. “What were you doing at a gay bar?”

She looked dumbfounded and a little shocked that that was where his mind went – not on the juicy gossip but on her own culpability. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised by that, she would have reacted the same way. “One of my good friends is a drag queen and she was performing last night.”

“Ahhhh,” Reid hummed, nodding. He didn’t entirely believe her. “So maybe Morgan was there supporting a friend too?”

She didn’t like his tone. The accusation that one or both of them was lying. “Look you little turd, he was on the dance floor surrounded by men and doing neon green jell-o shots. He knew every word to ‘I Will Survive’...isn’t that about as gay as it gets?”

Reid shrugged, trying to keep his features as neutral as possible. Part of it was simply that he didn’t believe it, there had to be an explanation. Derek Morgan liked women, maybe a little too much. In Reid’s imagination, he was taking home a different woman almost every night and whether he knew their name or not was of little consequence. He didn’t want to think of that being wrong because it meant he didn’t know Derek as well as he thought. It meant Derek was keeping a big secret from him, the kind that begged the question – why? His response to Emily’s question as about as lame as it got.

“I know all of the words to that song too.”

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