#bust implant

[eternalsa2z]

Test

"Come, darling. Give Mommy a kiss, won't you?"

This isn't a request. It's a test. You're still barely smart enough to understand that. So you obediently teeter over to her in your high heels.

Slowly you lean in for a peck on her perfect cheek. You can feel your fake boobs press up against her glorious bust. It feels nice...it's also her way of feeling out your implant progress.

You try not to squeak as she squeezes you between her powerful thighs. It's all you can do not to melt into her lap. But all she wants is to ensure that your skirt is so short it doesn't even graze her own glorious legs.

She smiles. You swoon a little. Pucker up your puffy lips and gently caress her cheek. After a second you pull back. Nervous about whether you smeared your lipstick. Hoping she was pleased by how plump the filler has made you.

For the final act you step back. Gracefully drop to your knees and look up at her behind big, fluttery, fake eyelashes. Waiting for judgement from the goddess on high. Wondering if you're bimbo enough for Mommy?

She pauses briefly. Watching your squirm. But thankfully, wonderfully, she smiles and rewards you with a return kiss on your botoxed forehead.

"Good girl. You are doing so well being my darling little doll."

You shudder with giddiness. Not just from relief at passing the test. But from the tender affection your girlfriend gives in her own way. It's a kiss even better because you earned it by being her obedient bimbo.

[mkarchin713]

After a while Joker begins looking forward to what kind of murder schemes that Robin he broke can come up with. He still has to act like he’s not enjoying it, he wouldn’t want his little birdie to lose interest would he.

DC Fic Idea -

So I’ve seen a few fics where the real reason Bruce doesn’t kill the Joker after Jason’s death is because he knows it wouldn’t stick. The Joker has died before and he just comes back. He can’t die permanently so there’s no point. And often Jason is horrified and/or heartbroken that he’ll never get proper vengeance and that Joker will haunt them forever etc.

Respectfully, I would like to offer an alternative.

Jason finds out that the Joker doesn’t stay dead and instead of being terrified by this news like the rest of Gotham he is absolutely delighted.

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Batman: You can’t kill the Joker.

Jason: The hell I can’t.

Batman: No. I mean it’s not possible. Not permanently. He just comes back.

Jason: And? That just means I get to kill him again. And again and again and again. This is the best thing ever.

…

Jason had a whole damn journal full of revenge ideas and trying to pick just one was honestly the hardest decision in his life. He’d ended up having to number them all and then drew the winning number out of a hat. Now? He get’s to do them all. Hell, he gets to come up with even more ideas! All his previous ones were mostly painful or poetic. He starts a whole new journal. 1001 ways for Joker to die a stupid death.

Jason has never been so happy and well adjusted. Who needs therapy when you can just go blow Joker the fuck up? And he starts recording them all to share because he figures it would be therapeutic for the rest of the city too. Gothamites are delighted. Someone makes a compilation of their favorites that looks like something straight out of Loony Tunes.

One time Jason decides to raise money for charity by letting people pay for votes on how he next kills Joker. Whichever method raises the most money wins. It’s the most successful event in Gotham’s history.

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Batman: What are you doing?!

Jason: An experiment. How many tick bites does it take for a person to die from blood loss?

Batman: We don’t kill!

Jason: Does he look dead to you?

Batman:…

Jason: If it’s not permanent, it doesn’t count.

Batman: This is murder.

Jason: I’m recording the results. So, actually, it’s science. I’ve already got a publishing deal with Gotham University.

[fangirlingpuggle]

hey in the ford-thinks-dipper-and-mabel-are-his-kids-with-bill au how does weirdmageddon happen? cause no way ford ONLY asks dipper to stay cause he thinks they're both his kids. like does he get a reality check an realize hey,they're leaving at the end of the summer, panics cause if he thinks the twins parents are implanted memories to explain why bill put them here then *where are they going back to*, tells them both to stay and then mabel runs off because shes already freaking out about needing to grow up and visiting gravity falls for the summer is great but living there full time, effectively moving out of her parents house forever is just. WAY too much WAY too fast and WAY too grown up for her? or if you already had an idea cause you had that post about weirdmageddon and the bubbles id love to hear that!! like for reals it would be SICK to see what you came up with

Hi there, I really like that idea. I think things are more chaotic cause Ford wants Stan to give him house and life back but also wants his kids here and Stan still sees kids as his only family (And still thinks Ford is being crazy 'Sixer you can't keep these kids here they aren't your')

I think maybe the kids overhear that Ford thinks they're his and Bills kids or at least Mabel does and her confusion as she hears For justify everything about Dipper birthmark, the fact all the weirdness since the twins came here, that they find this stuff so easily even found the journal right away, the fact they had never met Stan before and they were sent across the country to stay with him all summer how they're 'parents' hadn't contact checked in on them ect.

Mabel... is super confused is Grunkle ford right? Id he there dad? Is Bill there are other dad? Are they human? What are they? Are their parents not their parents? Is that why they're fighting and getting divorced because they were never in love and together it was all an illusion? We're her 'parents' even married or together or just two people Bill used for this illusion/scheme.

She's scared to go back, scared to stay, scared about wheat happens next even more so then before as she doesn't even know whats real anymore. When Bill comes disguised as Blendin it's not endless Summer he's saying he can use rift to show exactly what happened what they are what's true.

Mabel's bubble is kinda similar but she doesn't know what happening outside she just thinks she dreaming just asleep just a lucid dream. (And Bill is slowly leaking powers into her) Dipper is with Ford and Bill lets him run off (After all he knows he'll play hero and go 'save' Mabel) Dipper goes in Wendy doesn't she's knocked out and then 2 bubbles, Dipper thinking he's saving Mabel.

Bill is manipulating Ford and totally agreeing 'Yep our kids' and is trying to get Ford to agree so one happy family.

The thing is the kids are getting powers in bubbles and are able to connect though mindscape, realize they're both trapped and bust out Mabel explaining what she heard and Dipper is shocked.

They find Grunkle Stan and the others and start explaining... Stan is facepalming 'Oh god damn it you kids believe that now to??' HOW AM I THE ONLY RATIONAL ONE IN THIS FAMILY?

[beatrixstonehill2]

Violet started the stream by dancing as usual, smiling naughtily, ready to share the good news. "Hey guys, guess who's officially detransing? I know, I can hardly believe it myself but I'm really doing it! I've done my share of teasing that I was thinking about it but lots of trans girl influencers do that to keep our followers happy and horny because soooo many guys follow us just in the hopes that we'll detrans. I love the thought that you guys watch my vids and bust a nut thinking about me going on testosterone, getting facial hair, and growing out my cock. Speaking of which." Violet lifted her skirt and flaunted her eight-inch cock, stroking it with one hand. "It's so big already. I went off estrogen two months ago and started dick growth pills. I've gone up like four inches! Now I'm ready for the real thing."

Violet grabbed a small case from off screen and opened it. There was a syringe and a few vials of testosterone. She eagerly took the syringe and started filling it as she explained, "I see your comments on my vids. I can post totally normal vids of me at home relaxing, or playing tennis, or jogging, and instead of the comments all being about how hot I am or how how much they love the big bouncy fake titties daddy bought me, so naughty boys make horny comments like, 'When are you detransing?' or 'Ever consider detransitioning? I think you'd love being a guy,' or 'I'd love to see you go on testosterone, why haven't you yet?' orrrr 'So and so just started detransing, you should follow them and ask for advice. We're all rooting for you!' And believe me, I always follow them and DM them about why they're detransing. A lot do it from peer pressure because so many of our fans want us to, others do it for their boyfriends, some do it just to try it out. Some of the presttiest girls I've ever seen, too, with huge boobs, bubble butts, and gorgeous faces all becoming big hairy men with huge cocks, a lot of them wind up getting really fat, too. I could see myself becoming a really fat guy honestly, couldn't you? Sitting at home eating fast food, jerking off to pretty girls like I used to be, my big beer gut jiggling as I stroke my cock.... I think I could get used to that!

I think I'm definitely in the camp that's detransing out of curiosity. Like I just want to see what I'll look like as a man. How do you guys picture me? Let me know below, I'd be curious how many of you agree that I'll wind up as a really fat guy. My parents would get a kick out of seeing me become a boy just to wind up getting super obese. Not that I'm gonna force it.... OK, maybe I will a little bit. I do hope daddy isn't too crushed that the beautiful implants he bought me will need to be yanked out and tossed in the trash. Or maybe I'll keep them as a memento, along with a collage of pictures of me in sexy outfits, so the hookers I bring home to pity fuck my big fat hairy body can look at them and wonder how I ever let myself go so bad!" Violet flicked the syringe, lifted her skirt, and injected her hip with testosterone. She bit her lip, rolling back her eyes as her erect cock shot several thick ropes of cum, hands free. "Fuckkkkk, guess my body really, really wants to detrans in a hurry! I better go call my doctor and get these implants out, if they look this silly on my male body now imagine how silly they'll look in another month or too when you can really tell I'm a guy. Well, you could always tell I'm a boy, I never passed very well at all, right boys? ;) As for me, I'm gonna get a big lunch to celebrate. I'm a growing guy, I have a lot of catching up to do if I'm gonna wind up as fat as I'm imagining I'll get!"

[toptierteaser]

Fatty Microchip

Imagine, fat boy...

Being unwittingly hooked to a Fatty machine.

A chubby ex-jock, dissatisfied by the layers of pudge he's accumulated onto his once-fit jock body, eagerly jiggling his way to have a microchip installed. A microchip supposedly meant to repress his appetite and encourage healthy living. Tiny cameras hidden at work, at home, in your car, to watch for any signs of fattiness…

But that's not what the microchip is for...that’s not what the cameras are watching for…not any longer, at least…

You see, each of you fatties, each of you lard asses has actually been implanted with a chip meant to CONTROL your weight, to CONTROL your appetite, your self-discipline, your motivation to exercise, your dignity...and considering the potential for the controls to so easily fall into the hands of a corrupted jock, a fit hottie with a vengeance, a muscle stud with a thing for fat boys...well, you could see how quickly the devices could become corrupted...

Now, after a few months of diet and exercise and self-control you were starting to see results. But something has changed. Something has altered. You've noticed you can't seem to be full, no matter what you do stuff yourself with! And you certainly aren't filling up on carrots (unless you count them when they’re in a cake!). No, it's cupcakes you're shoveling in, fat boy! Saucy burritos! Cartons of ice cream! Pancakes for breakfast, corn cakes for lunch, and cheesecake after dinner! Stuffed to the max every night!

What's worse, you have no motivation for exercise! You can't seem to get your lazy, larding butt up off the couch to do anything except to waddle to the fridge in search of more food! You're tubbing up, barely able to fit into your clothes! The buttons on your pants, your shirts are all getting tight! Bunching up and straining against the fat on your stomach and love handles and chest! You look like a tick about to POP, fatty!

But little do you know, as you stuff your face, bingeing as your eyes glaze over in front of the TV. Little do you know as you waddle around at work, as the guys laugh in the corner while you jiggle by, self-consciously stuffing yourself with another snack cake from the breakroom, that the men hired to watch you, to adjust your microchip when you’re feeling lazy or hungry, that they are the ones doing this to you. You had no idea that as you stuff yourself, shoveling in plate after plate at your favorite restaurant, glugging down milkshakes in front of your teasing friends, helping yourself to seconds, thirds, fourths of your buddy’s birthday cake—that behind the screens, a cluster of men are watching you, laughing their asses off as yours threatens to bust the seams of your pants!

You see, because you’ve become something of a guinea pig, fat boy. Their guinea pig. Whenever they see your appetite decrease, these workers flip a switch, dialing up your hunger, watching as you ravenously gut the fridge, cramming in whatever you can fit into your tubbing, insatiable belly! When they see the seams on your pants fighting to hold on for dear life, they press a button, sending your head into a tizzy as you immediately begin to gorge. When you go for a run, they twist your mind, making you doubt yourself, making you self-conscious. As if everyone is watching your juicy tits jiggle on your chest. As if the jocks who pass you easily on the trail can see the way your ass quivers and shakes!

And they keep feeding you, fat boy, making you feed yourself, helplessly ballooning in your own home! Crammed into briefs that will bust at any moment, mindlessly stuffing yourself! Unable to stop, to do anything but succumb, outgrow your clothes, become trapped by embarrassment as your body expands like dough! As you give whatever little control you had over to gluttony, contained and controlled and in the hands of jocks whose lone agenda is to make you thicken like a tubby butter ball. Like a fat, pathetic, remote-controlled toy!

[implantfan]

Chapter 1 

Maeve leaned against the railing, gazing out across the gleaming cityscape as the sunset bathed the skyscrapers in golden light. Up here on the roof of the Delancey Building, the honks and chatter of the streets below faded to a distant hum. She took a deep breath, relishing the solitude high above it all.

A breeze fluttered Maeve's blonde hair as she looked down at the ant-sized cars 40 stories below. She adjusted the straps of her grey tank top, straining to contain her recently enlarged bust. Just six weeks ago, Maeve had been an aspiring model with a modest B cup chest that blended into the crowd. Now, thanks to a clerical error by her surgeon, she sported a pair of cartoonishly huge 4000cc breast implants. Their immense weight strained the straps of any top she tried to wear.  The rest of chapter one is available at: https://www.deviantart.com/implantfan/art/40-Stories-and-4000ccs-972885875 Chapters 2 + 3 are here: https://www.patreon.com/FakerTheBetter

[mysterycitrus]

Thinking about Jim, do you think he also gets this good cop good father protection because of Barbara Gordon's admiration of him? Reading it from Barbara's perspective like all her stories have Jim Gordon as the best dad and her wanting to be a cop or as a child being the gcpd little cheerleader. Like trying to tie that with her role as Oracle but then even thinking of like The Hill where Jim shot and killed a teenager and his response to the mother was that the kid was armed like... it is hard to think that she would have that blind admiration of him. I also think she is more willing to work with morally questionable characters since she has a history of working with those types of characters. What do you think DC needs to do with Barbara Gordon to get actual interest in her again?

the solution for babs is simple — she needs to be oracle again.

no ifs whens or buts — babs being batgirl again is such a spectacular downgrade from her time as oracle it’s almost unreal. babs as a character, her growth after being shot, her rediscovery and pursuit of her own autonomy, her vindictiveness, her need for control, her relationships with the birds and wendy and cass and steph, make her an infinitely richer and more interesting character than when she wears the cowl. that’s even ignoring the ableist rhetoric behind her “reclaiming” her power by getting an implant and leaving her chair, which like, vom, because it’s a whole other can of worms.

unlike batwoman where there’s a completely different identity and mantle that’s seperate from bruce, batgirl is unequivocally the subordinate to batman. the girl denotes her lack of authority. cass and helena come the closest to shaking this off, but it’s still a very deliberate character dynamic that dc upholds. batgirl 2009 also successfully orients the mantle around babs and steph, but a large part of that is that bruce isn’t present in the story.

babs was at least two years older than dick in the original canon. she was a librarian who had a life outside of the community. she was a support for other disabled women. she’d tell bruce to shut the fuck up to his face. she was singularly the most important resource to the league and all other hero teams. she was a complicated person with a lot of trauma, not the cool girlfriend archetype. i also dislike that she’s dating dick while he’s nightwing and she’s still batgirl. imagine if they made dick robin again and had him date babs as oracle. it’d be so weird!

wrt jim gordon— a lot of babs’s unequivocal support of him comes from dc’s general inability to admit that he’s a deeply flawed human being in a position of power. the narrative rarely actually criticises him over his decisions. however, i also think people forget that like…. a lot of babs’s politics is tied up with the police. she’s essentially a one woman surveillance state, and she historically struggles with boundaries around the people she loves. she does work with people that the other bats wouldn’t — isley, waller, etc, but i don’t think that necessarily separates her from the police because often the police or armed forces do the same thing. her modus operandi is also very similar to bruce in a lot of ways too.

in saying that tho, i do appreciate that she’s willing to just say fuck it, full throttle and getting a god damned law degree to bust bruce out of a murder charge. she’s an icon. let her be cunty again!!

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why Dionysus was actually clever but got botched.

Okay,this is my first big LO essay so please don’t mind a bit of awkwardness.

The thing with Dionysus is that on paper it’s actually really smart.

Let me explain-

To understand why Dionysus in particular was chosen we need to understand the original myth of his birth,or welll,the original myths.there’s technically two of them but I’ll explain it later-

Let’s start off with the simpler one,aka:

Semele is the mother.

The myth goes like this:

Zeus falls in love with a mortal named semele,and tells her he’s Zeus.

Semele gets pregnant and Hera gets jealous.

Hera turns into an old lady and implants the idea that Zeus might be lying to her about being Zeus,so she must ask him to show her his divine form.

Semele does this and is-unsurprisingly- burnt to ashes,but Zeus saves baby dio and puts him in his thigh until he’s born,by then being upgraded from demigod to straight up god.

Who raises him afterwards depends on the story,sometimes it’s Hermes,sometimes it’s nymphs,and sometimes it’s-you guessed it-Persephone.

So you already have some inkling on why Persephone is raising dio,but oh wait there’s more.

So let’s gets into another version:

Persephone is the mother(?)

Okay,so have any of you played hades?go play it.

But,there’s a character that has an story tied to Dionysus,and people who’ve done a certain side quest might already have an inkling:

Zagreus,the prince of the underworld.

Now,you may be wondering wtf zag has to do with this but I can explain.

Basically here’s the ancient Orphic version of the myth:

Persephone and Zeus have a son named Zagreus.(it’s important to note that hades didn’t really exist at this point or at least he was merged with Zeus,hence why it’s Zeus and Persephone and not hades and Persephone,since yes Persephone actually predates hades)

Zagreus is the golden boy of Olympus and Hera gets jealous.

Hera RELEASES TITANS FROM TARTARUS and they tear Zagreus apart,the part remaining being his heart.

And dio is made with that.

There’s more to the general ancient Orphic origins of Dionysus but that’s just the basics.

I highly recommend overly sarcastic productions video of Dionysus if you want an in depth look at this explaining his origins to his cult.so yeah.check it out.

Why it fails within LO.

I admit,dio is a good reference.

He’s a good nod and a fun idea,it’s just the execution that leads it to having as many positives as a house fire.

First of all,it definitely wasn’t planned from the start.

Other have talked about this but RS has a habit of bullshitting things into the story to reference a real world date.

In this case,dio was supposed to be a Mother’s Day thing,but when matched up to the timeline?well…I don’t know why it’s such a bad decision on Persephone’s part…may be it’s because HER AND HADES HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR LESS THAN A DAY.

Also the whole thing comes out of nowhere.

Zeus just bust into persie’s house,says he’s giving birth and instead of going to a doctor(Asclepius isn’t the only one,zeus)

Then,Persephone straight up refuses to give him to Zeus AFTER HE GAVE BIRTH and takes the baby for herself because “he looks like hades”.

Never mind the fact he’s literally purple-

After that Persephone realised she’s fucked up and ignores hades,but he bursts in and she explain how she basically kidnapped a child.

And it’s supposed to be romantic.

Anyways,I’m probably gonna make another of these rants soon,just with Apollo,but this is why the dio plot point…frustrates me.

On paper it’s an interesting reference but in the end it just ends up being stupid.

[barbsgirlfriend]

Velvet & Veneer headcanons

Genre: Headcanons

Fandom: Trolls

Warnings: none!

Pairing: a little bit of Veneer x Kid Ritz

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Veneer 🌟

Bro is a bitch 😭

Veneer is mean just like Velvet but in a more sophisticated way. She’s straight up mean and he’s more of the fake mean. He’ll pretend to like you then talk shit about you behind your back.

BOY KISSER!! GAY?! LIKES MEN??

Veneer is bisexual but has a preference for guys. He also might have a crush on the Bop on Top interviewer. 🤭

He’s very sensitive

He’s a very emotional person. No matter what, his feelings control him. However, Veneer’s better at managing it than Velvet. Did someone just insult him? He’s pissed off. Did someone just hug him? He’s very happy.

Veneer can bust some moves bro 🤯

He isn’t really that much into singing. Veneer only agreed to become a pop star because his sister wanted to. Veneer is much more into dance. He took ballet and jazz dance classes when he was younger and loved dancing ever since.

He struggles with impostor syndrome

Now, Veneer is… okay at singing and dancing. He struggles with his self image when performing and is scared of disappointing Velvet.

Veneer has veneers 🤓☝️

He was doing something stupid with Velvet when he was younger and fell. He knocked some of his teeth out and damaged some others. So he had to get veneers and dental implants. He also has a small gap in his front teeth.

Fashionista who???

Veneer only wants to look good. He makes sure all his clothing is presentable and expensive. Veneer pretty much picks out the outfits he and his sister wear. He isn’t that good with hair and makeup though :(

Velvet 🌟

Nice when you get to know them friend

Most people think she’s a bitch (which she is) but she can be extremely caring for her close friends and family. Veneer prob says: “oh she’s actually nice you just gotta get to know her”

Lives on caffeine

Velvet CANNOT survive without some caffeine in her system. She likes to get espressos from Starbucks. She’ll sometimes drink Red Bulls, but only when she’s performing.

She’s one of the girls 😍

Velvet likes women. And that is that

Velvet’s on the spectrum

She was diagnosed with high functioning autism when she was like twelve. Velvet struggles with empathy and understanding other’s emotions. She’s also very mean as a way to protect herself.

Expert song writer

She might not be good at singing songs… but she’s excellent at writing them! Velvet wrote some songs that the other famous Mount Rageons sang.

Emotional af

It doesn’t take much to make her snap. Velvet gets teary eyed when she’s angry and yells. She also gives really bad silent treatment. The reason she ran away when the trolls were yelling about her kidnapping BroZone is because she runs away from her problems instead of facing them head on.

(Anyway, I hope you like my silly headcanons! I’ll try to make more soon)

[heartfullofleeches]

since clover was a man of faith in life, did that mean he used to be a priest or simply a religious guy? :O ALSO off topic but he seems like the type of person who’d bust a nut getting a welcome home/i’m back kiss HAHAH

[For those unaware - Clover is my Magician from my casino series. A timid, somewhat cowardly Rabbit Demon who was formerly a religious man as this ask implies before his death and later revival as a demon. The dagger that took his life is eternally implanted into his heart and basically acts as a cork as if it is removed he will bleed profusely from the still open wound]

I wouldn't say Clover was a priest at the time of his death, but he was definitely working he way up to the position. He still ventured to neighboring towns and spread the good word to those willing to hear..

As for the other part of your ask - without a doubt. Clover could have the worst day imaginable, but if he returns home/to his dressing room and is greeted by his love with a "Welcome back, honey." followed kiss on the cheek bunny man is rejuvenated, elated, and horny to all heck and back. Sucks up the tiniest displays of affection like a sponge and is incredibly weak to his love's charm. His darling could wave at him from the crowd with that lovely smile of theirs and bro's pitching a tent and missing up his act even more than usual

[tartsinarat]

I'm throwing this out here because I popped off with this art really hard and really liked how it came out

I swearrrrr that I'll go into this in more detail with proper art and maybe an animatic but as quick as an explanation I can muster, at around the au's version of mid-season two (in between any sport in a storm and reaching out) Pip does end up having to leave the Owl House gang because Hunter finally managed to capture him completely by surprise because Pip let his guard down to who he just assumed was only Willow's and Gus's new flyer derby friend.

When Pip finally reaches the castle he stays there for a while to scope out the place and figure out a full proof escape route but he ends up caught in between a rock and a hard place before he could even think of a plan because he finds out that Eda is set to be put to be captured and petrified for the false crime of kidnapping the heir.

This causes Pip who's already extremely traumatised from the first petrification attempt and doesn't want to see Eda hurt again attempts to completely avoid that by striking up a deal with Belos.

This sort of works but it isn't in Pips favour at all because Belos had decided to pardon Eda (only to keep Pip from escaping again though), Pip can no longer even be out of Hunters sight or go out of the castle without Hunter's or a scouts supervision and if Eda approaches again she will be put to be petrifed immediately

So the deal goes completely out the window the moment that Eda finds out that one of her kids got kidnapped and so she and Luz (she wasn't supposed to join along but couldn't take no for an answer) busts into the castle to steal Pip right back.... which ends terribly to say the least.

Even though things went well at first, they do manage to almost escape with Pip until Belos who's at this point kinda done with his clone running away all the time decides to intervene personally rather than sending out the scouts

Eda goes full mother owl mode and does end up fighting Belos which I can imagine was a pretty epic battle

Eda vs Belos colourised (2020) /j

no idea who was winning until the end of the fight but one things for certain is that it goes completely south for Eda towards because Luz and Pip end up in the crossfire, Pip gets hurt badly and almost loses his eye (hence the gnarly scar across his face in the drawing) because he pushed Luz out of the away from a magic spike growing from the ground, so Eda gets distracted and petrified.

Before Eda fully becomes stone she makes both of them promise to escape, thanks them and asks them to take care of themselves, Hooty and King for her... Neither Luz or Pip handle this well but don't have enough time to even properly processes and so Pip who's slightly more functional than Luz who's completely dissociating at this point quickly grabs Luz and escapes on Owlbert but Pip gets yoinked by Belos mid way and Luz ends up escaping by herself.......

At this point Pip is planning on committing regicide and is only stopped because he ends up forcibly having to drink that brainwash juice before he could do anything

Brainwashed Pip mostly can't remember what's that's happened to him except for a few fake memories that got implanted in that paints wild witches in a really bad light and so after being explained a obviously completely untrue story by Belos he believes that he's suffering huge memory loss because he was brainwashed by wild witches and that magic is fading away.

Pip also just loses most of his personality except for his sense of justice which gets extremely twisted, he just becomes extremely detached and cold as well (but he does thaw slightly with specific people but doesn't understand why *coughs* ᴺᶦᵐᵇᵘˢ *coughs even harder* ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ.)

anyways that was longer than I thought it would be, soz for that lol

and even more longer than this is the GH masterpost link

[andromedism]

June 2017

“What’re you doing, bro?” 

“I’m twirling!” Charlie yells over the booming bass, a blur of rainbow beads rattling around his neck. They shimmer in the strobe lights, casting specks of refracting light across his army jacket and his upturned face. 

The dance floor parts slightly, a red sea of narrow-faced gays scowling at him as he overtakes their space with his revolution. It’s making Mac dizzy, but he needs to stay sharp. 

“He’s twirling!” Dee confirms. She’s swaying at Mac’s side, a large rainbow flag tied around her neck. One of her gaudy fake lashes is sticking to her eyelid. 

They’re both tipsier than Mac; the stale beer tolerance they’ve built up at Paddy’s is an unworthy match for the dangerously fruity drinks The Rainbow hands out like candy during Pride. Mac’s a pro by now and can knock back watermelon daiquiris with the best of them, but tonight isn’t the night for dicking around. 

He grips Charlie’s shoulder, stopping him. “Take it easy. You don’t wanna pull trig on the dance floor, dude. People’ll get pissed.” 

It’s not that this dance floor hasn’t seen its fair share of vomit—it has. Much of it, Mac’s. It’s just that the hundreds of glittery bodies swaying to the house music are giving him vertigo, and he didn’t really want to come, and Charlie and Dee cannot be left alone together without committing at least one felony. If one of them angers the wrong gay, he’ll have to bust out his jiu-jitsu training, and this isn’t the venue for that. 

Someone needs to reign them in, be the straight man in the gay bar, and it has to be him—there’s no one else, anymore. 

“You’re being such a buzz kill, man! This is your night!” Charlie cries, nodding his head to the beat of the music. He hasn’t stopped moving since Elton John’s tenor broke through the speaker on the first parade float earlier that afternoon. Mac’s always loved how Charlie absorbs the musicality in everything; tapping his feet to the rhythm of the leaky tap in the bar or pulling a piano riff from thin air after sniffing paint. It’s second nature for him. And then there’s Dee.

“Yeah! This is your night!” she parrots. She takes a swig from the penis-shaped cup she’s spilled the contents of on everyone in her orbit since they arrived. Mac has no idea where she got it from. The Rainbow doesn’t supply these. “Hey, this is blue flavored. What fruit is blue? Mac, d’you know?”

Charlie whirls on her, tipping back onto his heels as his legs catch up with his upper body. “Now hold on a minute, Dee. Why are you asking him, huh? Feels homophobic for you to assume he’s the fruit expert, here.”

“I’m not—” she huffs loudly and rolls her eyes in that eerie way that reminds Mac she’s someone’s twin, “—I’m not saying he’s the fruit expert ‘cause he’s gay, dipshit! I just—he’s been working out a lot and eating boring health food. Thought he’d know his fruits.” 

Charlie turns to look at Mac, eyes skidding over his biceps. He doesn’t pay attention to things like this. If Mac showed up at the bar tomorrow with D-cups and ass implants, he wouldn’t bat an eye and doesn’t now. “He hasn’t been working out.” 

“Yeah, he has! My god, do you pay attention to anything?” 

They’ve been doing this a lot: talking about Mac like he isn’t standing right in front of them. His own friends treat him like a dog, hinting they’ll take him for a walk without saying it because they think if he hears the word, he’ll scamper around excitedly until they leash him. Or put him down.

Charlie plants his hands on his hips. “Well who’s to say between the two of us, I’m not the one with the fruit expertise?” 

“Oh, what do you know about fruits, Charlie?” Dee challenges, walking up on him. 

Charlie bounces on his toes as he shouts in Dee’s face. “I know a lot about fruits! I know a lot about fruits! My areas of expertise are bird law, woodworking, and then fruit—”

“Woodworking, what the hell are you talking about!?” Dee shouts back. She’s gesturing so violently that blue liquid is flying everywhere. Mac is strategically dodging drops of it as he steps forward to break them up. 

It’s just then that the song changes and Charlie shoves his hand over Dee’s mouth to silence her. “Shut up! Shut up! Dee, shut up.” 

She pushes him away, spitting wildly. “What the hell is on your hands!? Glue!?”

“I said shut up!” Charlie shrieks. He takes a deep breath and extends his arms, palms outstretched like a prophet. “I have to twirl about this.” Before Madonna can get a word of Express Yourself in edge-wise, he’s spinning again, off into the crowd.

Mac steps forward to follow him, but a sharp, quippy ‘Hey, boner!’ stops him in his tracks. When he turns to look at Dee, she’s staring at him. It’s so unnatural that he can only blink back at her. These past few years, they haven’t paid much attention to each other—only to fight like cats; their dynamic always defined by their gravitational proximity to another man. 

“Are you—are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, duh. What’s up your ass?” She accents her question with a long swig from her dick cup. There’s a familial likeness there that keeps Mac from ever looking her directly in the eye. 

Mac crosses his arms, standing a little straighter. “Nothing. Just trying to keep you two safe.”

She arches an eyebrow at him, dumbfounded. “From who?” 

And yeah, that’s a good question. The threat level in the room is pretty low. Mac knows because he assessed it when they first walked in. 

He shrugs. “I dunno. Anyone could be lurking here. Spies, henchman, a ninja maybe—”

“A ninja?” she interrupts, and there’s skepticism in her tone that makes him nervous. Why can’t she mind her own business? 

“They could be anywhere, Dee. You don’t understand because you’re thinking like a civilian.” He taps his forehead for good measure. 

“You’re a civilian, jerk ass.” She pulls the little umbrella out of her cup and twirls it in between her fingers. “You’re thinkin’ ‘bout your buddy, huh? Yikes!” 

He’s been trying really hard not to think about anything at all; the door in his apartment that’s always closed; the room behind it that’s always empty; the one-way ticket to North Dakota that made it all so.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah y’are.” She shoves the dick cup in his face until he takes a swig. It feels like water going up his nose. 

“Holy shit. What is this, Windex?” He eyes the sloshing blue substance, suspiciously. Maybe it will poison her and she’ll stop asking him so many pointed questions. 

“No, it’s a blue lagoon. I got it from Estevan.” Dee flicks her hand behind her lazily, and Mac follows the direction of her flippant gesture into a crowd of strangers. 

“Who’s Estevan?”

“He’s over th—” She turns to point at an empty space on the far wall. “Oh. I could’ve sworn he was…” She cocks her head back at Mac. “Hey, what d’you think was in those edibles?”

Mac swallows dryly. “I don’t think those were edibles, Dee.” 

There was something kind of wonky about the little pink gummies Frank dropped into each of their palms, hours earlier. ‘You kids stay woke and don’t mix these with poppers or you’ll end up ass up in an airfield,’ he’d said before descending the stairs to a sketchy basement bar with Artemis. He hadn’t meant it in the liberal sense. There’s nothing woke about Frank. If Mac had a dime for every homophobic thing the guy said today, he’d be able to buy everyone in the bar a round. What’s the word for that? Reparations, maybe? 

He looks to his side to ask the person who’s always standing there, the person who always knows the answer. There’s no one.

Dee pokes Mac in the pec with the toothpick end of the umbrella. “Look, I don’t care if you go home and sob into his pillow every night—“

“Estevan’s? I still don’t know who that is.”

Dee furrows her brow. “Est—what? No! Not Estevan’s! You know who! And you can mope about him all you want on your own time! But tonight’s supposed to be fun and you’re shitting on everything!” 

“I am not shitting on everything!” Mac shoots back. He holds up the dick cup, pointedly. “You’re the one collecting souvenirs like a tourist! You should really give that kid her flag back!”

“Finders keepers!” Dee clutches at the ends of the flag and wraps them around her body, possessively, cocooning herself like a big ugly moth. 

“You didn’t find it! You stole it!” She’d ripped it out of a college girl’s hands in line outside and told her to suck a fat chode before parading past the bouncer. If Mac’s retained anything from the Star Wars prequels he’s been marathoning in his now-infinite free time, it’s that not all heroes wear capes, and not all people who wear capes are heroes.

“Oh don’t make this about me!” Dee snaps. “We’re doin’ your thing tonight and you’re not even enjoying it, like an ungrateful asshole!” She gestures broadly to the dance floor, the ends of her pride cape flaring out around her in a blur of color. “Look around you! Everyone’s having a great time but you! If I were you, I’d be dancing my ass off! Not thinkin’ ‘bout my loser roommate.” 

Mac clenches his fists. “He’s not a loser, Dee! He’s a dad!” 

“What’s the difference!?” she yells, stomping her feet like a toddler. 

There’s a huge difference, obviously–and she’s too drunk and dumb to see it. Dads can’t be losers. Take Mac’s for example. He’s a total badass. What, with all of his tattoos, and his secrets, and his criminal record? Bad. Ass. 

Mac shoves the dick cup back into her hands. “Can we stop? Can we stop!? This is stupid! You’re drunk, we’re all high, Frank totally poisoned us which is probably a hate crime, at least in my case! This night has been shitty and I wanna go home! I’d rather be finishing Revenge of the Sith right now and that’s saying a lot. I’m gonna go find Charlie.”

“Whatever! Go do that! But remember, the night wasn’t shitty until you started shitting on it!” As Dee flings her hand out, liquid sloshes from the dick cup and hits Mac’s chest in a cold splatter. 

“Hey!” he cries, grasping at the wet fabric of his tank top. “Oh god damnit, Dee!”

She cups a hand over her mouth. “Oh, I fucked it.”

“Yeah, you fucked it! Get me something to clean this up! Shit!” 

“Fine!” She starts to tromp off, but then stops. Turning on her heels, she walks up into Mac’s space and jabs a sharp finger into his chest. “Stop. Shitting.” 

They scoff at each other before she’s off again, stomping into the crowd. Mac flexes his fingers, fighting off the urge to trip her as her pride cape blurs with the other rainbow apparel. It’s just him, now. Him and a hundred other gay people. That thought alone is enough to unnerve him from his sticky spot on the floor. 

Mac drifts aimlessly through the flock of sweaty bodies, eyes fixed on the blue stain blooming over his heart. Something’s kicking in: the edible, or Dee’s molotov cocktail, or the big horrible feeling he has in crowded rooms now that there’s no one to turn to and say ‘ It’s crowded in here, huh? ’.

The DJ has switched things up, opting for a slow song. People are pairing up to dance a boozy waltz. Bodies slotting together, hands grasping for broad shoulders, and Mac, all alone, covered in glitter and suspiciously blue liquor. 

A couple in matching leathers bumps into him in the scramble, muttering apologies. A server lifts a tray of tequila shots high above their heads as she skirts past him. She’s wearing a tee shirt that says 'Love who you love' in big bold lettering. How? That’s all he’s been asking himself his entire life. How do you love someone the way they need it? How do you cope when they leave? How do you come out without immediately locking yourself in a brand-new box? 

There’s a lull in the crowd finally, a clearing in the musky haze, where he can take a long deep breath. He blots at the stain with clammy fingers to no avail, barely noticing the hands ducking into his line of sight to press a napkin to his shirt. 

“She’s so fucking annoying.” 

Everyone sounds a little like this these days, so he doesn’t react anymore. In coffee shops, and grocery stores, and clubs like this one, Mac hears the familiar pert inflection that used to fill the space between him and the other end of the couch. And every time he turns to look, the face isn’t right. 

“So annoying,” Mac agrees. “You know her?” 

“You might say I know her better than anyone,” the stranger says with a theatrical inflection. He was always so dramatic. 

Mac is still staring at the long, slim fingers fussing with the stain, the manicured nails grazing his bare chest as they hold fast to the fabric, lighting his skin up with goosebumps. He shifts on his feet. “Wow, you that close with her? Dee Reynolds? Bro, that’s—”

“Look at me, asshole.” 

He won’t. 

Because this is the same nightmare he’s been having for months. And it ends badly. It always has. It will never be different. 

“Mac,” the stranger says, softly, in that tone he used to take in their kitchen at midnight, when they’d have tea together after a long day at the bar, when they’d share stories they’ve heard each other tell a million times like secrets. “Look at me.”

To Mac’s great pleasure and horror, he is just as easy to look at as he was the last time they saw each other. The vivid club lighting is cutting through the moving shadows, catching the arc of his cheek, the soft curl of his hair, his prim mouth set in an intent line. 

As dancers and servers pass them by like ships in the night, Mac can feel it: the gossamer thin thread keeping him tethered to reality snapping as those slim hands drop the napkin and press hot to his neck, pulling him forward.

“What are you—” Mac starts, but it’s no use, because Dennis Reynolds, South Philadelphia’s most infamous ghost, is kissing him soft and open-mouthed in the middle of a gay bar. 

And everything is blue like the sky on an autumn day when they were children, and Charlie would push him on the rusty swing set in the park. That fluttering deep in his stomach, as he’d dropped back down to earth, returning to him now like an old friend. Returning to him now, like Dennis. 

And there’s something unnervingly gentle about the pale hand, reaching up to brush a stray hair off Mac’s forehead as they press closer to each other.

And Mac is gripping at the collar of a familiar button-up for dear life, wanting to anchor them both in this moment so that he won’t wake up in a cold sweat, any minute now, legs sticking to his sheets. 

And the planets are all marbles, rolling out of orbit into the black universe, where everything tastes like the lip gloss Dennis left on the counter when he walked out of Mac’s life.

You never text me back, he wants to say. You never call. But he can’t speak, he can only sigh into the mouth of this beautiful, horrible stranger, who is kissing him like it’s the last time they’ll ever see each other. Maybe it is. Fear bubbles up in Mac’s throat at the idea that this is the closest he’ll ever be to Dennis again: hallucinating his likeness in crowded rooms he’ll never be in for all of eternity. 

But when the stranger breaks the kiss, it’s still Dennis; still sharp lines and a rigid brow, pursed lips, and something rare and open in those wide, blue eyes flickering out as the mask is tied back on. 

In all of Mac’s dreams, they don’t get this far. They don’t kiss. He always wakes up before they do it. Which only means one thing:

“This is a nightmare,” Mac whispers. It’s all he can think to say. It’s the only explanation. 

“Yours or mine, buddy?” Dennis says softly. It’s quiet enough that Mac shouldn’t be able to hear it, but he does because he’s watching Dennis’ mouth so intently he could probably draw it later, from memory. His eyes linger there as Dennis turns in the other direction, walking away before Mac can take a breath. 

“Wait!” Mac calls after him, trying to catch up, weaving through the crowd. It’s so like Dennis to power walk out of any compromising situation. Mac should know - he’s seen him do it a million times and not once has he been able to keep up. The guy’s got the stamina of a show pony. The last time he did it, he didn’t come back, and Mac’s reliving it again, for the hundredth night in a row. Remembering everything he didn’t say, or tried to say but it came out wrong. 

“Dennis, wait!” Mac calls again, shoving the server from earlier aside as she walks between them. “Move, bitch!” 

One moment he sees Dennis’ silhouette in the crowd, curls haloed by the overhead lighting, fingers digging into his palms in that way he does when he’s nervous, the arc of his tensed shoulders, shifting through the masses. The next, he’s gone. 

“There you are!” Dee’s hand is on Mac’s shoulder, spinning him around. She and Charlie are staring at him with twin looks of concern. “Where the hell have you been!? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” 

Everything is ten times louder all of a sudden like someone ripped his headphones out of his ears at the gym.

“I was…” Mac presses his hand to his mouth. His fingers are trembling. “Did you two see him?”

“Who, Estevan?” Dee asks, head cocked inquisitively—yes, like a bird. 

“Estev—no. No.” Mac lifts his hand from his mouth to his forehead, massaging the skin there. It takes everything to move, suddenly. He feels like a bug, suspended in amber. “Guys, I think those edibles were laced with something.”

“I think you’re right, man.” Charlie says, “I just spun so much I wore a hole in the dance floor” 

“It’s true,” Dee says, “I tripped over it and got blue everywhere.” 

“Yeah, it’s everywhere. There’s blue everywhere,” Charlie adds.

Mac’s heart is beating so fast he can feel it in his ears, over the beat of the poppy synth music. Reality has rushed back in, the bar buzzing with energy once again. Maybe it always was. 

“I—I think we should call it a night, guys. I need to get some air. I’m seeing things.”

Dee and Charlie exchange a look. Maybe they’ll take him for a walk after all. “Yeah,” Charlie says, “I think that’s the right move. Not that this hasn’t been so fun!”

“Oh! So fun!” Dee parrots, unconvincingly. 

“But yeah, let’s go.” As Charlie motions toward the door, Dee flashes a bundle of paper towels.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I brought you this for the—” she stops, staring at Mac’s chest. “What the hell? Did you change your shirt?”

“No, why would I…”

He looks down, padding at the spot where there was once a blue stain. Now, nothing. 

They all look at each other, letting the beat of confusion hang between them before deciding at once: “The edibles.” 

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Dee says. She flares out her cape dramatically and leads them through the crowd. 

Mac trails behind her, eyes unfocused, the desire to be curled up on the couch watching Anakin burn to death in the lava river greater than he could have ever imagined. ‘I hate you,’ he’d said. ‘I loved you.’ Obi-Wan had replied. It’s where Mac had left off.

A wet napkin gets stuck to the sole of Charlie’s sneaker. He kicks it off and stumbles after them. “So wait, who’s Estevan?”

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[thelittleliars]

Survive (4/4)

Warnings: fluff

Words: 3,8K

Summary: // (it's a surprise)

AN: The long awaited Part 4 is finally here! I rewrote the end a thousand of times since nothing was ever nearly as perfect as now. I might write one shots based on this universe in the future, I'd would to keep up with things Y/N and Natasha are doing after this. Thanks for being so patience! I did not proof read so if anything doesn't make sense you know why.

[Part 1: Silence]

You opened your eyes slowly, the sunshine that came through your curtains was warm but also very bright so you had to get used to it before you took a look around your room. You saw Natasha lying next to you, she had a soft expression on her face with hint of a tiny smile tugging at her lips. Seeing her there made your heart all warm and fuzzy, you were tearing up with how happy and content you felt. The woman in front of you started to wake up, her eyes fluttered open but shut them immediately again, it was also too bright for her. A minute later she opened them again, dreamingly looking in your eyes with her beautiful green ones, mornings like this made her happy. "Good morning moya lyubov'." Before you could even think about what the translation was, you felt her warm lips on yours, it was only a peck but it still gave you the butterflies. "Cuddle time before breakfast?"

"Yes please." You muttered, your hands instantly went around her body, your legs messily intertwined with hers and your face snuggled in her boobs. To the world it looked like a koala hugging Natasha, even though she was noticeably shorter than you. You often teased the black widow about her height but it would bite you back once you trained with her, she constantly handed back your ass. "You really have nice boobs." 

"Thanks, I grew them myself." She placed a kiss on your head. You could get used to this, being loved like this was all you've ever wanted.

"Lucky you.. I think I somehow missed the lesson of growing boobs." You complained with a loud sigh. 

"Hmm maybe it's a good thing you missed that lesson. I love them the way they are." Natasha told you in a deep voice that made her naturally raspy voice even hotter. "They're perfect so I hope you'd never surgically change them."

Often times you thought of getting breast implants but it all flew out of the window whenever Nat told you how much she loved your small boobs. "I won't. At least not as long as you're here to cherish them." 

"You know damn well I take good care of them." You nodded then looked up and leaned in to give her a small kiss as appreciation. "As much as I love this right now, I'm getting a bit too hungry to truly enjoy these moments."

A dirty thought came to your mind and you just couldn't help yourself but spoke it out loud. "You know.. you could always eat me." You suggested teasingly but you knew once Natasha was really hungry she needed real food to function properly.

"Very tempting but you are not a meal, even though you taste heavenly detka." You groaned at the thought of getting up, but you slowly entangled yourself from your lover anyways. You both got up, changed out of your pajamas and walked hand in hand to the kitchen. While you quickly prepared some waffles, Natasha washed and cut some fruits. From time to time she came to you with a strawberry and fed you lovingly. Right when you were finished with baking all waffles and putting them on the table besides Natasha's fruit bowl, Yelena busted in without any care.

"Y/N Y/L/N, thank you for making Waffles. I really craved some." She sat down on one of our kitchen chairs and prepared herself a plate. 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes at her behavior. "When will you stop saying my last name?" 

Yelena stuffed a piece of waffle in her mouth and answered while chewing her breakfast. "The day after you marry my sister duh." You looked towards your red head and started begging for her to marry you. She only smiled and shook her head, she couldn't believe you being so funnily ridiculous right now. "Too bad, you're missing out." 

The tiny blonde sister purposely gagged. "Gross.. you're being gross." Right as you wanted to tease her back, you felt a hot shook, like a jolting in your heart and everything around you suddenly started to shake. You felt your knees giving in a little bit. "Guys, whats happening?"

"What do you mean?" Natasha said but when she turned her head to you she quickly added, "Y/N, oh my god, are you alright?" Both Yelena and Natasha ran the few steps to you and held you up by your arms. "I-I.. I d-don't-" Nothing but slurring words came out of your mouth. The sisters were quick to move you towards the sofa that was near the kitchen table since you had an (open) connected kitchen and living room. "Here, let's sit down for a bit. You can rest or even sleep a bit, alright?" The last thing you did was nodding to them and closing your eyes. 

The next time you opened your eyes you lied somewhere outside on grass. Confused about how you ended up here, you sat up and looked around just to spot Natasha a few meters away but instead of seeing her red hair she now had short blonde hair. Your mouth instantly fell open, you never expected Nat to look like this but fuck she looked so stunning. The hair style fit her even if blonde hair isn't your favorite on people. She walked back in your direction before sitting down in front of you. "How was your nap? Feeling a little better?" 

What the fuck? How? What? Why? "I'm not sure." You answered still very confused about what was going on. Natasha nodded and gave you a tiny smile. "Then try to rest a bit more. I'll go get Yelena and Aliana. I'll be right back." She gave your legs a small squeeze, then got up and vanished behind some trees. You closed you eyes and wondered who the fuck Aliana was and why this all is happening. 

When you opened your eyes the next time, it was suddenly morning and you were lying in a bed that you knew wasn't yours. You took a breath before looking to your right side, there was nothing but a framed photo of Natasha Romanoff. A sudden rush of sadness with a touch of heartbreak came over you. Whatever this was, it just couldn't be happening, you thought you were going crazy. You immediately shut your eyes and this time you felt a shift inside of your whole body. You didn't dare to open your eyes once again, being scared of what might happen next but you got extremely curious when you heard a loud snore next to you. 

A tiny peak wouldn't hurt right? With new found confidence you slowly opened your eyes just to see the ugly ass ceiling you always woke up to at the avengers compound. You let out a sigh of relief, this isn't as bad as you thought it'd be. The loud snore came up once again, you breathed in deeply before taking a look from where the snore came from and as soon as you saw the women that snored it nearly took your breath away. It was Wanda Maximoff and she was naked. You quickly looked at yourself for it to get confirmed that you were also naked, and then you saw another naked body on your other side. At the sight of a naked Natasha you blushed badly, but soon enough it flew away by your confused state. Something was very wrong but you couldn't figure out what exactly. You knew you constantly felt different but didn't know what to do. Wanda stirred awake, she yawned tiredly before asking why you were awake already.

"Wanda there's something wrong." You told her, your heartbeat got faster with each second. 

"Yeah, you're right." You sighed in relief, she also felt there was something wrong. "I'm still wearing the strap on from last night. Ugh it's getting uncomfortable." 

"FUCK!!! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE? FUCKING HELL! AM I IN HELL, IS THIS MY HELL LOOP??" Your own voice screamed inside of you as loud as it could. And it was as if the gods heard your pleads, a you light suddenly appeared and you had to gasp for air. It felt like all the oxygen got sucked out of you, you struggled so badly that at one point you swore you died. The light turned so bright that it changed into darkness eventually before it turned into something colorful and only then you felt like you could finally breath again. After a while you heard voices, Natasha voice especially, she was outraged by something. You then heard Yelena, Maria, Tony and even Carol, they all tried to reason with your best friend. You were still too exhausted to open your eyes, also a little bit too scared to do so, but you tried to utter out a small Natty. It was a quiet one but surprisingly they all heard it. 

"Y/N? Oh god can you hear me?" Natasha grabbed your hand and held onto it for dear life. You tried to squeeze her hand and were successful, even if it was barely a squeeze.

"Don't do this again, you hear me? Don't ever scare us like this ever again. I don't think I can handle this one more time." In the background you heard Tony discuss something with what most likely was a doctor. You were too focused on Natasha to hear they were talking about.

"What happened?" 

"We don’t know for sure." Carol joined the conversation. It was nice to hear her voice again, it had been months since you last saw her. "We guess the virus did this to you. I only saw something like this once and they got super power from it. Unfortunately we have to take tests on you."

"But don't worry Y/N Y/L/N! Tony is looking at all the footage to see who fucked up when we got cleared. As soon as I have a name they'll get beat up!" Suddenly a echo of a slap ringed out in the room. Yelena let out a scream of pain. "Ouch!" 

This was real, your own reality and not some kind of dream. Relief washed over you, your body finally relaxed at knowledge to be at the right place with the right time. Slow and steadily you opened your eyes, the room was a bit more darker and you were glad they dimmed the lights for you already. The second you saw Natasha a tons of different emotions flooded your senses and just started crying for a minute or two.

"I'm here." She whispered before she came closer and leaned in to rest her forehead against yours. How you wished to be even closer to her in that moment. You longed for extrem body contact with her, a hug so close and tight with the intentions of never wanting to let go. "Do you want me to lie down next to you?"

You nodded while telling her to hold you and never let go. Only when she embraced you, you were finally at peace with everything. 

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Turned out that an intern fucked up your results, he accidentally dropped your blood sample and replaced it with his own blood. They took another blood sample from you and this time it showed huge abnormalities in your DNA. Each Avenger with different DNA asked you about your experience to see if they knew what power you exactly had. It wasn't until Wanda came back with Dr. Strange that you finally got a clear answer of your powers. They explained that you could 'posses' the body of yourself in different universes and continue living their life while you're asleep. You basically dream walked in various universes, which scared the hell out of you and you didn't know if you liked your new powers since the multiverse is still very new for everybody.

"I got something for you Y/N." Nat busted into your room and threw you a small black box which you catched easily. As you opened it, you got extremely curious to see what it was but when you saw a smartwatch in your favorite color it confused you. "Still a prototype but it's modified on your powers. Maximoff and Strange tested it as much as they could and Stark tried his best with the technology."

"What exactly can it do? Like how is this gonna help me?" You crossed your legs as you made yourself comfortable on your bed.

"They said that you could see if you're here or if you're off in the multiverse doing that dream walking stuff." She sat down on the chair at your desk, she lazily propped up a foot and looked at you with an expression you could not figure out. "You haven't told me a single thing about what you saw when you dream walked."

You nodded, not sure if you were ready to tell her yet. "Only Wanda knows everything."

"Speaking of the Witch, she told me that Tony is throwing a party for you tonight." You shook your head in disbelieve, though you shouldn't be surprised about Tony throwing a party for you yet you still were. "It's just a small one with only the Avengers and some friends."

"It's still a big no. I got too much on my mind." While that wasn't a lie it was also not the main reason why you didn't want to go. 

"Like what?" You saw the slightly worried expression on her face but she knew not to push you. "How to tell you some things." She immediately put her foot from your desk and sat up straight. 

"Do I need to get Wanda to help us look into each other's thoughts?" She offered you the easy way out.

"No, it's better if we're alone." You took a deep breath, it was now or never to tell her about it. "After I collapsed in my bathroom, I woke up in bed like if it was any other day. You were sleeping next to me which isn't unusual, we decided to make breakfast and Yelena appeared to. We teased each other before I felt something weird inside of me, my knees gave in before you and Yelena took me to the sofa where I closed my eyes just to be somewhere else the next second." You specifically left out the parts where you guys kissed. "I suddenly was outside lying on grass and you told me you'd be back soon with Yelena and whoever the hell Aliana is. And when I woke up again I was in a room I did not recognize, Wanda and you were both in bed with me. I knew right there that something was very wrong and I screamed so loud to get out of there and somehow I ended up here in the med bay to you guys arguing."

"Why do I feel like you left out some details on purpose?" You knew she was teasing and joking but you still got defensive. "How the fuck are details relevant here??" 

"Y/N, I was only kidding." She said in a soft voice to calm you down. "You-"

"Don't you dare to say 'calm down' or I might actually do something we'll both regret." You shut your eyes close, trying to push the defensive feelings down. You were so busy actively concentrating on regulating your emotions that you haven't noticed the shift of your environment. 

"I have been waiting for your arrival, Y/N." The person stood a couple feet away. They look like you, a version of yourself to be precise, just with different clothes and a slightly different haircut. 

"What?" You said shocked, still looking at your other self standing in front of you.

"I knew it would only be a question of time before you come into my universe. I saw how you got your powers. I think every one of 'us' saw it, we were all in the same place when you collapsed." They explained. "I think that bonded us all."

You shook your head in disbelieve. "How is that even possible?" 

"That's easy, I mean I could explain it all to you but honestly? Those questions doesn't matter right now. We're here to talk about our fate." My fate? "Yes your fate, when we saw you collapsing, we also got a small peak into your life and how it was supposed to go before other forces changed your path for the worst."

"But everything is still the same as before." You were puzzled.

"And exactly that is the problem." They point at you frustrated for some reason. "You've seen yourself in multiple other universes, haven't you noticed a pattern yet??" 

"There are a lot of versions of myself with Natasha." You stated the obvious. The other you nodded and smiled widely. "Hallelujah! She noticed it!" 

"I still don't understand what you want from me." 

"I'm here to help you realize things that should have happened without actually telling you them."

You then took a look around the room your two stood in. Literally everywhere were pictures of yourself and most of them had Natasha in it too. Those pictures were moving as it were a video that could be printed. It felt like a memory room with not only your own memories but also from what seems like every other you from every universe that apparently exist. And then you spot a photo that you knew was from your universe, it was a moment you could never forget, primarily for the reason that it was so fucking embarrassing that it plagued your mind.

You continued starring at the photo but you didn't expect the outcome it showed it, it was so different than what actually happened. "This was exactly what was always supposed to happen."

"W-what.. h-how.. why d-did it change?" You didn't know how to speak anymore, not after you saw the painful reality of the robbed moment of your life. 

"You closed your eyes for a few seconds in that moment. An 'evil' you took over your body and changed the moment." They came close to you and held your hands. "If you do not take actions once you are back then I fear your fate will always stay the way it is right now." 

"How do I get back though?" You longed to get back now. All you wanted to do is change the path to the way it was supposed to go. "Close your eyes darling"

You did as you were told to, this time you did feel a shift, warmth and goosebumps was now the main thing you felt, the warmth came from something on your face. As soon as you opened your eyes you saw Natasha on front of you, who was holding your face in her hands. Her beautiful green eyes held worry it went away when she realized that you were back. A tons of butterflies erupted in your stomach and you were glad it gave you courage for what you were about to do next. You leaned your face closer to hers, inch by inch, giving Natasha the option to pull away before actually kissing her. But she didn't do such a thing, instead she leaned in too, meeting your lips halfway. Once your lips met, both of you battled for domination of the kiss. It ended up with you having the upper hand, the black widow was too smitten by you. Kissing Natasha was the best feeling ever. 

Since both of you didn't know what to say after the kiss, you just continued kissing until it became a bit too intense and hot. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" You asked the red head. She nodded happily, stealing a short kiss afterwards and then resting her forehead against yours. "Look at us, who would have thought?"

"Not me." You both giggle like little girls on a christmas morning. "I might be in love with you." Your heart melts at her confession, you knew expressing her feelings and emotions is not something easy for her. 

"I feel the same way." You smiled at her lovingly. "How about we skip this whole girlfriend thing and just get straight up married?" 

"There's absolutely nothing straight in this relationship detka. Let's wait a bit and enjoy our girlfriend phase for a while, alright?" 

You huffed but nodded. "Can we fake our marriage then? Because I really wanna call you my wife and confuse the others."

"Oh baby, you can call me whatever you want. I'm yours and only yours." She smirked at you, thinking of names she wanted you to call her.

There were a few minutes of silence before you decided to speak up again. "You were right about leaving out details earlier." 

"I figured. You weren't as smooth as you thought you were but if I'm beging honest then I officially knew when you mentioned the name Aliana." So Natasha did know the name but how come? "It's my middle name and I always thought of naming my child Aliana, that means if I ever had one considering what the red room did to my ovaries." 

"I'm in between of being extremely heartbroken and jealous that you don't have any ovaries." You admitted. "I hate that they didn't give you a choice but on the other hand you don't have to deal with bleeding out of your vagina every month ugh."

"That is indeed a positive side but I'd gladly deal with that if that meant to be able to have a family of my own." Natasha longed for a family her whole life, the closest she could get was being an aunt to Clint's children.

"Carrying a child doesn't mean we can't start a family. Adoption is an option and honestly I rather adopt a child that already lost its parents than bring another child into this world." You put your hands on her tiny waist, loving the feeling of touching her body gently. "Also you, me and Yelena, we are already a family and now being in a relationship everything will feel ever more family like." 

"You seriously don't understand how glad I feel to have you in my life. Moya lyubov, please don't ever leave me." 

"I wouldn't dream of it, wife." Natasha usually hated pet names but loved hearing them coming out of your mouth now. "Let's just cuddle for a while and then we can go to that party you were talking about earlier."

"Ohh I can't wait to show you off." Natasha had the biggest grin you had ever seen on her face. In a way you were glad that she fucked up your friendship when you accidentally came out. You didn't think you'd have realized your feelings if that hadn't happened. 

In the end it was the silence that brought to a second chance that surprisingly bonded you like nothing else. All you had to do now is surviving with these new powers of your to have long life with Natasha Romanoff. 

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[xf-cases-solved]

S2E5: Duane Barry

Case: Our episode finds us in Virginia. I know this because it is the literal first thing written down in my notes. I'm learning. (No I'm not.)

Anyway. This episode, which takes place in Virginia, is part one of a three part (+ one weird fever dream episode) plot arc that will be extremely relevant to the rest of the overall plot of the X-Files from here on out. Everybody thank Gillian Anderson's daughter Piper for existing, and also Gillian Anderson for putting up with extremely questionable treatment from the show runners while she was pregnant, instead of just rage quitting like I probably would have. (She went back to work 10 days after having a C-section and they LET her, that's fucking INSANE and makes me so mad on her behalf lol.) 

But I digress.

Duane Barry! He might not have had to go film a TV show ten days after major surgery and like, giving life to a human being, but he sure is going through it, huh? Poor dude can't stop getting abducted by aliens. Probably. That, or he is suffering from a violent and unpredictable psychosis. It's one or the other for sure. And that wouldn't really be anybody's problem, except Duane has decided that he's done with the tests and teeth drilling, tyvm, and would like someone else to have a turn, so he captures his psychiatrist and busts out of the mental institution, intending to offer the psych up as tribute to the aliens. Unfortunately for Duane, however, he doesn't actually remember where the aliens said they'd pick him up at, so he hits up a travel agency, which ultimately devolves into him holding three workers plus the psychiatrist hostage.

Enter Mulder and our favorite punkass bitch sidekick, Alex Krycek! 😃 

Mulder, being the alien abductee whisperer that he is, gains Duane's trust, and we are kept on our toes as the episode does a pretty solid job at drawing out the suspense as we (along with Mulder) are ping-ponged back and forth about whether or not Duane is who and what he says he is. By the end of the episode there is still a lingering doubt, BUT, a very unsettling voicemail on Mulder's answering machine tells us we're gonna have bigger things to worry about now.

An agent, who I just now realized I recognize because she played a doctor on ER, asks Mulder to help with a hostage negotiation because he knows things about alien abductions, and then is surprised and irate when he makes the conversation about alien abductions; that same agent makes Krycek get her a grande 2% cappuccino with vanilla, which earns her my eternal love; Scully buys an entire bag of groceries for $11.14, and also breaks the barcode scanner with an unidentified metal implant and then just sort of shrugs at the store clerk and leaves; and a "Mulder, it's me" phone call ends with the sound of screams for help and broken glass, whuh-oh!

Oh, and this is the episode with the red speedo.

Welcome, friends, to the Abduction Arc!

Does someone die in the cold open: No, but things aren't really going great either. Not that they ever tend to be going great in X-Files' cold opens.

Does Mulder present a slideshow: No. No Mulder+Krycek slideshows 😡

Does the evidence survive the investigation: Ok, so the "case" this time was technically "do the hostage negotiation and get the hostages out alive," so evidence wasn't needed. Ig.

Whodunit: Duane Barry, our favorite kidnapper and alien abductee [citation needed]!

Convictions: Lol, I literally just blew out a sigh and said "ummm" out loud to myself alone in my office, that's embarrassing, but also... we'll come back to this question next episode. 

Did they solve it: Because Mulder did get the hostages out of the building safely, and because I know it's gonna be a minute before he or Scully have any real wins in their lives, I will give them this. 

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

THIS EPISODE IS SPONSORED BY: Bulgaria's maternity leave laws. 58 weeks at 90% pay the entire time. In the United States you are lucky if you get six weeks, and even luckier if it's paid. And sometimes your boss makes you film a TV show ten days after giving birth through a giant gaping wound in your abdomen. (I know they were technically filming in Canada at the time, but it's an American TV show, so I'm counting it as United States bullshit.) Anyway, we treat pregnant people terribly! But let's just. Not think about that. Abduction arc time!!

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 15 (not even gonna bother restarting the streak tho. y'all just hang in there for a bit, i'm sure things will start looking up soon. ish. probably)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, It's Me": 9 (three in total, and the last one ends poorly)

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 6

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 9 ½ (could have easily been shot at any time) 

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 9 (went back and forth on this, bc i know how this whole arc ends, but i think that if we look at this episode alone, and don't skip ahead, being kidnapped by a mentally unstable person who is known to be violent definitely counts as being in mortal danger)

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably Intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 14 (no, but dw, this stat is gonna get some mileage here soon)

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 5 (gdi. i had a funny one liner, but i know for a fact there is at least one person reading these in real time with their first watch-through, so i am trying very hard not to make jokes that are spoilery 🤐)

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 2

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 18 (no X 😔)

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2

Total Number of Times Someone Correctly Guesses a Password: 3 

Total Number of (Plot Relevant) Nosebleeds: 5

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 3 (no, but he did repeatedly break hostage negotiation protocol, which is similar in spirit if not practice)

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 3 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 4

Total Number of Times Someone Says "The Truth is Out There": 2 

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 9

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Lone Gunmen Sightings: 2

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 2!!!!!! (get that coffee, you loser)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 11½ (i wrote that shit down like a person without an attention deficit disorder, hell yeah 😎)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 5

[noirapocalypto]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐

gimme sixty nine Salem facts stat

KJDHSFGLKJS you think I won't? :FIGHT: Watch.

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1: His middle name is Layne. Call him this (ONLY allowed for those he's close with) and watch him bluescreen because it always catches him off guard.

2: Spaghetti is his favorite pasta, and probably one of his favorite meals.

3: His natural eye color is green. (originally blue when I first created him)

4: His coven is his family, they're a multi-generational coven. He and his cousins are the current "decision makers" in important coven matters and upholding coven traditions. He didn't care for the responsibility at first and often avoided it, but comes around eventually when he's a bit older with his own family.

5: Out of all his cousins, he's closer to Darcy since they spent the most time together when they were young. They're around the same age and might even live within traveling distance of one another.

6: Around his family, such as his coven and his dads, Salem goes by his first name Isiah. It's uncommon for him to be called by his stage name, unless they're just busting his balls (i.e his cousin Silas, Avis and Noah--all three siblings of one another and coincidentally also the three troublemakers)

7: He has his raven calls recorded into his throat cyberware, which allows him to do his raven croaks when he's not shifted.

8: Salem doesn’t like Judah very much due to completely different lifestyles and clashing personalities—but also because he’s a Leo.

9: He’s not much of a green thumb, nothing really grows when he plants it. Bastien teases him that he inherited his black thumb.

10: He’s very used to hot weather due to having lived in both the Republic of Texas and now, Night City/California, but doesn’t mean he likes it. He prefers colder weather…but can’t tolerate it much. He gets cold very easily!

11: One of his guilty pleasures is trashy reality TV like the Jersey Shore, as well as smutty supernatural romance novels.

12: Firm believer in ghosts, never has seen one before. But he really wants to and has ghost hunted before and would again.

13: Urban exploring is a hobby he’s had since he was a teen. He after spent his summers exploring abandoned locations with friends. Now as an adult, he enjoys exploring with his best friend, boyfriend, and their mutual friends.

14: He normally doesn’t wear much clothes around the house. If you drop in, he will answer in his underwear. And he’s not shy at all.

15: Salem is a fan of animation, and has spent plenty of nights just binge watching animated movies—including anime.

16: His magic is a blend of shadow, chaos and hedge magic. He’s very interested in astral work and often lets himself explore the other side of the veil.

17: His astral form is also a raven, though instead of flesh and blood like his usual shifted form, this one is spectral. At times, it can appear as a white wisp. Other times, his raven manifests as a deep purple form of cosmic matter.

18: Whenever he performs in Las Vegas, he stays a few more days after to partake in typical Vegas hedonism. He usually doesn’t remember much of it when he emerges back to civilization.

19: Sometimes he streams his music making process to his fanbase, other times he'll stream the "behind the scenes" moments of his music videos and other performances.

20: So far, he has the following implants: AudioVox w/ Voice Synthesizer, Cyberaudio Implants, custom Kiroshi Optics, full cyberarm (left) with retractable Scratchers, and Biotechnica Neo Lungs

21: Because of his animal association being a raven and their friendship with wolves out in nature, he tends to get along pretty well with werewolves. He can even understand them when they're shifted and can communicate with them non-verbally.

22: He prefers iced coffee over hot coffee, and iced tea over hot tea. Icy drinks > hot drinks.

23: His big weakness is ice cream. Boy loves his ice cream cones.

24: He has his fathers' names tattooed on either side of his neck.

25: Salem has known Amirah and Alec aka Tyrant since his Houston days. He's still good friends with Amirah, but is estranged from Alec.

26: He's half-demon on Bastien's side, though his witch genes are much more dominant than his demonic ones.

27: Salem’s a big stoner, from his teens up to his current adult years. He almost always carries a joint or two with him in case he wants to invite someone to smoke with him.

28: He was 18 the first time he killed someone. It was almost like a cruel rite of passage into adulthood. Amirah and Alec might have been present.

29: He’s no stranger to rap beef. Salem has released a few tracks dissing his rivals and there are a few about him out there too. One of his current storylines is an ongoing feud between himself and another rapper.

30: Salem doesn’t know much about Bastien’s side of the story. Neither of his fathers like to talk about it much. So he learned to stop asking, but he still can’t help but be a bit curious.

31: He’s comfortable with heights and likes to climb up to high perches to just chill. He also takes flight when shifted and heads up to rooftops when he wants some quiet time.

32: Salem is a deep sleeper. Once he’s knocked out cold, it’s pretty hard to wake him up.

33: His favorite movie is Beetlejuice. It never gets old to him.

34: He’s an “an eye for an eye” type of guy—as the Hales often practice. If you slight him, he’ll return the favor. The severity depends on how bad you pissed him off.

35: As a romantic partner, he’s very intense. He’s possessive and obsessive, and he wants his partner to match his freak. His soulmate is someone that’s as obsessive about him as he is over them.

36: His associated stone is smoky quartz. But he’s also very fond of amethyst and labradorite.

37: Salem values handmade gifts over expensive gifts.

38: 2am burger runs are his favorite nighttime activity. Bonus if he’s hanging out with someone and they go with him.

39: Like the rest of his family and coven, he enjoys collecting oddities and morbid little curios.

40: He gives his friends free merch whenever he drops a new product.

41: He also produces phonk music under the moniker MVGE. This is mostly a side project he does for fun.

42: Salem tends to allow himself to be a bit more chatty and friendly towards those that give off good vibes. He’s standoffish with those that have a ‘presence’.

43: He’s slowly learning to see and read other’s auras, which helps him get a decent grasp of someone before he approaches them. He still new to this skill and is being guided by his aunt Colene, who specializes in energy reading and is one of the coven elders.

44: Salem is a night owl and often wakes up around afternoon and becomes most active around dusk.

45: Salem looks a lot like Casey but acts very similar to Bastien.

46: He’s a man spreader when he sits, often slouched in his seat with his knees apart. Otherwise, he sits with his legs stretched out, ankle over ankle.

47: A ball sport that he enjoys playing is basketball. He often plays with Paolo when they hang out. Both playfully trash talk the other the entire time.

48: He made the mistake of laughing at one of the twin’s antics and they’ve been following him around ever since.

49: He enjoys spending time in his shifted raven form and often hangs out as a bird. This also includes giving into his corvid ways and enjoys being a pest to his friends and other passerby’s.

50: A lot of his spell casting have a black, wispy fog visual effect to it.

51: Because of his mage blood, Salem has a longer lifespan than humans. He will live well into his 100s or older.

52: Salem is very outspoken about his beliefs over politics and social issues. He isn’t afraid to say what others might be hesistant to say and he uses his platform to bring awareness to issues he cares deeply about. He’s not afraid of backlash and always challenges it.

53: He’s understands enough Spanish to know what’s being said to him, but can’t speak it much.

54: Salem is very prideful and finds it difficult to ask for help. He has an arrogance to him, as he takes deep pride in being a self-made artist. Everything he’s built for himself in his career has been down on his own without the shadow of another label looming over him.

55: Salem likes individualism and admires those that go against the gain and do their own thing—no matter how weird.

56: Bratty behavior is a major turn off for him. It irritates and annoys him when someone is being whiny and childish around him.

57: Sudden loud noises startle him, such as a balloon popping. Popping opening a can of biscuits drives his anxiety up the wall for a few seconds which is one of his sillier phobias. For comedic effect, when he gets startled—he involuntarily shifts into his raven form and flies up to the nearest perch, leaving a scatter of feathers behind.

58: It’s a running gag that Salem always has his joint in his hand or between his lips when he’s getting up to shenanigans. No matter how rowdy and chaotic it gets, that smoke isn’t going anywhere (aka Julian with his coke and rum from Trailer Park Boys)

59: Despite having lived in California/Night City for a few years, he still uses a lot of Houston slang.

60: Salem doesn’t really play well with others, especially when his personality clashes with them. His list of artists he’s willing to work with is very exclusive. Plus he also has a reputation of being difficult.

61: His favorite pastime is sitting out on his balcony in the evenings, with a good drink and a good smoke, and some music playing.

62: When he’s in a deeply committed relationship, he loves showing off his partner. He often likes to post risqué and suggested photos of himself and his boyfriend on his social media.

63: Salem is a man of very little patience. Don’t beat around the bush with him or waste his time because he will grow irritated and he will last out. If he wants a direct answer, give him one.

64: He takes every “medium” or “psychic” with a grain of salt. If he wants to be a dick, he’ll test them to see if they’re legit or not. The only ones he believes so far are the ones in his coven.

65: His turn-on’s include but aren’t limited to: masks/ski-masks, being stalked (consensually) by his intimidating boyfriend, and adrenaline fueled hookups in alleyways.

66: Salem keeps the bullets when he’s been shot at and has been hit, as little morbid tokens.

67: He’s attracted to men that share the same aesthetic and style as he does. When he used to date women, he was attracted to girls with styles/aesthetics opposite of his.

68: Salem is a slow-burn in every sense of the word. It takes time to truly get to know him and gain his trust. But when you do, he’s a ride or die friend for life.

69: He seemingly has a strange and long feud with a seagull named Terry. There is little to no explaining on who or what this seagull is—if it’s another shapeshifter or if it’s just some random bird dedicated to ruining Salem’s day. But it’s on sight and it’s almost as if he purposely shows up to antagonize Salem specifically. If you see a raven and a seagull scrapping it out in a parking lot—just keep walking, it doesn’t concern you.

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[cryptid-pet]

Fem Ayato Headcanons ☆ﾐ??

And you say women can’t act like men?

Four Measurements >>> Height 174 cm, Bust 57 cm,Waist 58, Cup AAA

🔥 Was pretty pissed when finding out Laito and Subaru had their bodies mature and developed QUICKER than her own

🔥Ayato always keeps her hair in a high ponytail, but puts it in a messy bun when playing basketball

🔥 She got her ass beat by Reiji when coming home with a nipple piercing

🔥BIG tomboy, likes wearing things like boxers to bed, even a sports bra

🔥 Always has a pack of cigarettes on her

🔥 Kou once did Ayato’s nails and she took the acrylics off after an hour (She felt like a dinosaur)

🔥 Gets called strawberry tits on the girls basketball team

🔥 Has an hourglass figure, though there’s a faint hip dip, not very noticeable when not thinking about it

🔥 Slightly flat butt, wasn’t part of getting her mother’s stunning features, but those full plump lips were

🔥 Ayato has gotten into six fights with Yuma by saying she got a breast implants (Has a thing with other women’s chest being more developed than hers)

🔥 Stalked Azusa because of her appealing frame, even for someone who’s underweight

🔥 Ayato has been compared to Heather Chandler due to her sassy, faint temperate moods// appearance (Can come off intimidating to younger classmen)

🔥 Loves taking photos of herself in the mirror and takes pride in his natrual looks, tries to also appeal sexy most of the time

🔥 Ayato took nudes before and got caught by Laito four times, never learned a lesson

🔥 Can’t walk in heels for SHIT unlike Reiji, Laito, Kou, Ruki, and Carla

🔥 Has a huge thing of either cargo pants or spaghetti strapped tops, either dark red, velvet, black, or grey

🔥 REFUSES to button his dress shirt under his school uniform because the times she DOES wear a bra, her cleavage for a small bust WILL show

🔥 Knows how to put makeup on (Really only mascara and lipgloss, finds eyeshadow and eyeliner to be too much

🔥Favorite song is I Hate my Mom by GRLwood

🔥 Back to the Tomboy thing >>> Likes skateboarding and is pretty good at it too