#but I also gave him evil EYEBAGS

[smilesrobotlover]

Man I sure am rusty at this

[gemini-queen42]

this is kinda what rewatching batb 1991 felt like.

[under cut is just the og screenies I drew over]

[merajsblog]

late nights mumbling.

itadori yuuji.

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late nights up with itadori yuuji. life was too ruthless to keep a pause when it came to stuff. it was hard to find moments to stay together, where you each had your own moments together, without interference. as you sat at the window sill, looking out on the pond infront of your dorm, you waiting his arrival. you had on a huge shirt and boxers, eyebags crowding under your eyes. moments like this were peaceful to you. it was quiet, except the hum of the AC and the sound of water hitting the rocks. you sat crisscrossed on the ottoman infront of your window. slowly you heard the door creak open. yuuji was standing there, with a towel drying his wet hair. he was donned in a black baggy shirt and sweatpants that hung lowly from his hips. you smiled slowly turning your body as he walked up behind you. no words were needed, there was comfort in the silence of being together. putting his towel on the back of your chair infront of your desk, he walked over, giving you a crooked grin. slowly he stood over you, and held your chin in his fingers. he gave a soft kiss. it was emotional and passionate but also calm and relaxing. you patted the seat next to you, moving over. as you two sat shoulder to shoulder staring out at the pong, he broke the silence.

“how was your day today.” he said quietly. he slowly moved his hand naturally to your inner thigh. while leaning your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “it was fine, lots of practice and stamina building. i have the craziest bruise on my side right now, you’d think i got hit by a truck.” you said laughing. he looked at you, eyebrow up. “how did that happen?!” he says. “well panda and I were practicing..um..fall landing practice?” you said questionably. now you were starting to realize how stupid practicing something like that was. he laughed noticing your realization. his laugh was beautiful. it made you smile every time. kissing his cheek, you asked how his day was. he made his common side frown, and answered. “well, i had gone on a mission with nanamin…and some unexpected stuff happened…” he said trailing off. looking straight ahead, you quietly said, “no need to tell me if you don’t feel like reliving it.” you put your hand on his hand. he kissed your forehead. turning your head on his shoulder, you looked at him. you were inches away from each others faces. your lips and his were barley apart from each other. “do you want to watch a movie or something?” you ask quietly. you could feel his hot breathe on your face as he answered, keeping eye contact with you.

“we can. i’m okay with whatever, but no promises i won’t fall asleep during the movie..” he says letting out a little chuckle. he kisses the bridge of your nose, and as you move your head upwards, you kiss his lips softly. he got up first, stretching out a bit. you turned stretching out your arms. he stood infront of you again. smiling up at him, you didn’t think anything of it. then a sly smile appeared on his face. you knew that look. “oh no itadori yuuji you better not think of-“ but it was too late. he grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you on his shoulder. he always did this, he knew it would make your laugh uncontrollably. you laughed as he carried you to the bed. he threw you on the bed- clearly the falling practice was good- before trying to run away from you to grab the remote. instead, you flipped over and grabbed him by his waist with your legs.

“oh no you’re not going anywhere itadori.” you said with an evil grin. instead, he falls on you, heavy as bricks. it takes the air out of your lungs. “oh my GOD, you are too heavy to be doing this!” you exclaimed. fake pouting, he puts his feet down on the floor. “whatever you asked for it.” he said. grabbing his face, you gave him a kiss while giggling. he kisses you back before stepping away to grab the remote. you got comfortable on your side on the bed. scrolling mindlessly on your phone. the bed shifted under his weight as you find him rolling into bed next to you. immediately his arms are around your waist, his head in your stomache. his eyes are closed as he takes a moment. instinctively, you reach a hand down and rummage it through his hair. his hair is soft and pink. he lets out a sigh. he looks exhausted. his eye bags are bad too, crinkles under them. his eyebrows look like they’ve been permanently furrowed and his mouth is stuck in a frown. all you do is gently touch his head and back. he deserved to know how much you adored him. you would always be there for him even if he didn’t think you should be. you knew what happened on the mission, nanami had told you while yuuji was taking a shower before he came over. what he did was no little thing, and even though those people had died of shock, he still felt the blood under his fingertips, dried into his nails. there was no way around the death that lurked in jujutsu. you just had to hope the death led to more life. the movie played quietly in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. your focus was on him, and he was peacefully sleeping. you two enjoyed your bubble as long as you could.

[scourgefrontiers]

opinion on zamasu (doesnt matter if its regular zamasu, goku black, fused zamasu, corrupted zamasu etc etc just zamasu in general)

oh now youve done it.

OK SO. like i said in my post abt supreme kais i really adore zamasu as a character bc he breaks the chain of supreme kai characters by being an antagonist/villain! he's a BAD supreme kai. a rotten apple. and we love him for that. he has morals, sure, but theyre not necessarily the right ones--theyre selfish and conceited and skewed morals that only really benefit him and his rightious ego to the point of where he's so in denial that theyre wrong that he refuses to believe anyone is correct about them except himself from another timeline. incredible

i do think that maybe if he had been given another chance early on to learn properly, maybe in a different way than how gowasu was going about it (to me it felt like gowasu was just like "this is wrong and thats how it is, we cant change anything" instead of maybe explaining Why things are the way they are and maybe try harder to help zamasu understand "justice" and "good vs evil" better in a way zamasu could better understand it) he could have been convinced to maybe back down from his extreme plan and come around to good again. bc i dont think he was always evil. he had a heart at one point, albeit one that grew clouded over time, and i think it was able to be tapped into before he went off the deep end. i believe in zamasu redemption arcs dont look at me

ok but goku black tho. i gotta talk abt goku black bc that mfer...is a lot. at his core he is zamasu, yes! but i think after swapping bodies and basically integrating with goku's body, he became a different person. maybe not entirely, especially at his core--otherwise i dont think future zamasu would have completely trusted him like he did--but maybe on a more surface level. as a saiyan, zamasu embraced the destructive and violent part of him. he embraced his bloodlust and even gave into it, and he enjoyed battle just as much as goku did, if not MORE... i like to use this reasoning to justify blamasu as a ship LMFAO. just to throw that in there. BUT ALSO some goku black headcanons that i like are that, being a supreme kai all his life, he doesnt know how to deal with a mortal--specifically saiyan--body properly. he doesn't know how much sleep it needs. he doesn't know how much it needs to eat to be healthy. all he knows is that it has unlimited potential for growth in terms of power. SO, i like to think he's very bad at taking care of goku's body and kind of lets it...for lack of a better word, rot. that's why i always depict him with heavy eyebags, sunken cheeks...he's HUNGRRY and TIRED and he has no idea how to deal with it so he ignores it and blames it on his "unruly saiyan body" :)

as for fused zamasu, i love that bitch. its like the perfect representation of how zamasu literally only agrees with himself and at the point of fusion he's completely engulfed in his own ego and ideals, past any sort of convincing otherwise. and the corruption of his form really seals the deal--he is so far gone he just turns into this ugly, ferocious monster. although back to some headcanon stuff, i like to think zamasu and black fusing was the ultimate form of self love for them, and when goku's attack clashed with him and turned his face goopy...that was part of him dying. the goku black part was dead. half of him was DEAD. he just had half of his body as a corpse at that point, because he was half mortal half immortal. and when that happened, he didnt know how to handle it, so he used the divine lightning to finish the job and completely rid himself of his mortal half, thus breaking down and becoming the hulking beast that was his corrupted form. i love it. i love seeing characters devolve into madness to the point of becoming monsters that represent their psyche <3

in super dragon ball heroes we see fused zamasu again but as a smaller version of himself, seemingly pre-corruption, but it's obvious that it's actually POST-corruption--i like to think fu took him out of his timeline just before he was destroyed physically and surgically removed the decomposing dead parts of him (the goop). that's why he has that armor covering his shoulder and right eye--those were the affected parts of his surgery! i like to think under his eyepatch piece he still has a purple bit of eye under there that fu left for one reason or another

anyway <3 those are my thoughts on zamasu thank u for activating my autism

[scare-ard--sleigh]

i really love that dream daddy was like "he's very clearly not catholic but here he is in a priest outfit. also we gave him eyebags. but you don't want to fuck this man bc he is also Evil." like come onnnnnnnn nowwwwwwwww !!! :\

[squib-2006]

Kai head cannons

Enjoy my trash opinions

Kai is the shortest ninja. You can pull this hc from my cold dead hands.

•my hight chart goes from shortest to tallest Kai, jay, Lloyd, nya, zane, Cole.

•jay is two inches taller than Kai, kai hates that.

•Lloyd and nya are taller than Kai but that will not stop this man from being over protective.

Kai is a skinny legend.

•Manly because when he was a kid he would eat less food so nya could eat more.

•this has developed into a bad habit

•most of the time the rest of the ninja have to force him to eat more. For example putting stuff on Kai’s plate so he has to eat it because he doesn’t like wasting food.

He has eyebags Deeper than the endless sea

•this man has insomnia

•he is also an incredibly light sleeper. The tiniest noise will wake him up.

•he actually has passed out because of lack of sleep before.

•after the fifth time he passed out wu forced him to get sleeping pills

•they only helped a little.

Kai is Asian with a bit of whiteness

•I hc ray as Asian and maya as white

•since both of his parents have black hair. Kai got his brown from mayas dad.

•maya always says that Kai looks a lot like her dad

He has an alcohol issue

•he’s an alcoholic

•this started in the red shogun era

•the rest of the ninja became aware of the problem during the tournament of elements

•after the tournament kai attempted to stop drinking so he could support Lloyd cuz he had just lost his dad

•he keeps this up for like 2 months but then morro comes barging in like the unhelpful but hole he is (I’m still not over oncler morro you heathens have ruined Morro for me) and Kai slips up and starts drinking again due to the stress of loosing Lloyd and multiple failures to get him back

•after possession he keeps sober mostly with small blips of drunkenness

•up until the whole my parents might be evil thing

•this part has to do with my season 7 rewrite so I’m not going to go into much detail (manly because the rewrite isn’t ready yet) but he does have a slip up

•after HoT he’s back to having blips but mostly stays sober

•haven’t figured out what he does post season 10 so I’ll get back to that

His scar makes him semi blind

•his original scar was non blinding and was shallow

•he got that when he was being careless in the forge and a bunch of metal fell from a shelf and almost shanked him. He would have been impailed if nya hadn’t grabbed him and pulled him away. The only injury I got was a tiny scratch on his eye that healed quickly. By season 8 it’s disappeared completely.

•his other eye scare is worse. He got it when on a infiltration mission w/Lloyd in between seasons 7 & 8. They were infiltrating a human smuggling ring and lloyd being the terrible actor he is blew his cover. The ringleaders of the smuggling ring were about to kill Lloyd but Kai jumped in last minute and took the blow for Lloyd. The slash went all across his face and took out his eye, but it gave Lloyd the opportunity to fight back and get the both of them out of there. Kai was taken to a hospital and treated while jay and Cole finished taking down the ring. Lloyd really beat himself up after finding out that Kai was blind in one eye and really blamed himself for it. But Kai immediately said that he rather lose an eye than have Lloyd die. Afterword Kai got a sick glass eye and a scar that he says looks really cool.

Also just to say I am basing the alcoholism after a family member that I’ve heard stories about. I do not have first hand experience with alcoholism and if I’m misrepresenting this condition I am sorry.

That’s all the hcs I wanna share today so I might make a part two but who knows.

[strangestcase]

so ive seen some talk in my dash about how to redesign jackson but NOT about holt which i think is a harder task! so! here are my Humble Opinions:

-lean more to the punk rock side. sorry but djs are very 2000s for me. spiky cuffs, studded lapels, big clunky boots for trampling kids at 3 am, the works. -half and half motifs. holt’s original W1 design had a half and half t-shirt, so we can build from there. i’d keep that t-shirt but also add a half and half jacket or pants.

-ripped stuff! torn sleeves, ripped jeans, tops with holes. adds to the punk rock vibe. also, you know how in movies when the mad scientist turns into a monster his clothes get ripped up? yeah, that.

-i’d tone down the fire motifs for more duality motifs, but that doesnt mean you have to scrap them! i’ve kept them in the form of sharp edges and zig-zaggy lines here and there.

-…I really dont know what other motifs to add other than a general aesthetic of “evil”, or at least what a kid would think being a criminal is, given the gimmick the character Holt is based on is literally being evil lmao. though sneaking in subtle science motifs would be a plus.

-i have ”give everyone fingerless gloves” disease but i recommend it! holt rocks those gloves.

-other than the half and half stuff, i think the pinstripe pants can stay.

-aside from clothes, i gave my Holt design a mullet with an orange-to-red gradient, pointy ears, pointed fangs, and noticeable eyebags. you cowards make him more monstrous NOW.

[thefanficmonster]

One Can Never Escape Destiny

Shan-Yu x Empress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Murder scene (non-graphic)

Genre: Angst, Romance (one-sided)

Summary: After fulfilling his plan of taking over China Shan-Yu and his army have made it to the palace of Empress Y/L/N Y/N. However, one obstacle the warrior still fails to overcome is swaying the Empress herself, getting in her good graces. Unable to kill her, he is left to do all he can to have her spare him as much as a civil word.

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for such and amazing and so different request from what I’m used to. This is my first time writing for a Disney character, a villain even, so I hope to have fulfilled your expectations even with it being so late in posting. Please enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

She refuses to eat or see the light of day. She’s been hidden away in a single room of the palace ever since China fell. She attempted to fight and gave her all when her eyes met his poisonous ones and her sword’s blade collided with his. The fight was a difficult one, he had to admit. She would’ve won had she not had a heart of gold. Putting her right-hand man’s under the sharp dagger in his merciless hand left her no choice. She loved that man, he could see it in her eyes. And he wasn’t going to kill the pathetic excuse for a member of the Empress’ council, but seeing that look of devotion and adoration in her gaze when her eyes met with his drove him in a fit of absolute rage. He couldn’t restrain himself and let the blade slide across the man’s neck only after the Empress had surrendered.

“NOOO!“ She had shrieked in terror and sorrow, all her pain audible in her cry that echoed all throughout the palace, piercing the monstrous warrior’s ears. He couldn’t bare to see her so distraught, over another man on top of all, so her ordered his men to take her to one of the chambers and leave her to collect herself. She still had fight left in her though. She escaped from his men’s grasps and overpowered them both until a third one knocked her out cold with the handle of his dagger. A choice of action that landed him the second dead body to be thrown out of the palace that night.

He specifically instructed the man taking Y/N to her chamber to be gentle and caring with her and to leave the door unlocked, maybe even open a crack. He didn’t want her to feel trapped in her own home. 

He sat by one of the windows all through the late dark hours of the night and even met the sunrise at dawn. He contemplated so many things, scolded himself even. He had become the ruler of China and yet he had never felt so low and defeated. He even let his mind wander to the option of killing the Empress for his own peace of mind but he knew he wouldn’t be able to the second he realized he wasn’t even able to picture himself doing it. The very though sickened him to his stomach and he was disgusted with himself to have ever allowed himself to think such a thought.

The main thing troubling him was the fact that he didn’t know where such admiration came from. He had never admired nor respected a woman before but he felt the need to bow before her instead of the other way around. He wanted to be her loyal servant, tending to her every need at the bat of her eyelashes. He could barely believe himself either way - killing her or adoring her, they were both thoughts bordering into insanity, he couldn’t tell which was worse. Of course he could, he just wanted to lie to himself. He knew he could never lay a hand on her.

Shan-Yu had fallen under the spell of the very Empress he was supposed to end in order to fulfill his evil plans.

He should want her dead while he’s prepared to kill whoever dares even wish her harm. Funny how destiny works. Or perhaps this is karma punishing him for his evil ways by putting one bump in the road right in front of him - one so easy to get rid of in theory, but he could never commit to it.

It has been four full days since that fateful night and he hasn’t heard nor seen her. He’s not willing to disturb her peace and earn himself an injury from the infuriated Empress but the hours of overthinking, contemplating and self-battling are weighing heavy on him. His men are beginning to notice, although they’d never say anything - they may be cruel, dumb fools but they respect their lives enough to not put them at a risk like that. Not even a risk, more like certain death. They all obeyed his orders of bringing the Empress food three times a day every day and they all witnessed the defeat and worry that washed over their leader’s face whenever they brought back the dishes untouched hours after they had delivered them. 

So, after a lot of self-convincing and doubting, Shan-Yu has bitten the bullet - he is walking the halls to the Empress Y/L/N Y/N’s chamber. He makes it to her door sooner than he’d like, his confidence is not fully built. His composure could easily be shaken. His words are scrambled and even if he could form coherent sentences, he knows they die in his throat.

‘Pull yourself together, you pathetic mutt‘ He scolds himself for the hundredth time in the past hour. Easier said than done, though. She’s a woman of incredible strength, power and character. She was respected by every individual in China, not a single soul looked down upon her. They had already hated him, but now that he has allegedly put their dear Empress in misery, he’d be dead along with his army if they weren’t so strongly feared.

Shan-Yu brings himself to knock on the chamber doors, his voice a faint echo through the massive hallway when he calls out, “Empress, may I enter?”

No answer, as he expected. He is half expecting to not even be there, to have escaped. He knows her better than that though.

Cautiously pushing the door open, he’s met with a dark room only lit by the moonlight seeping in through a small rectangular window directly opposite the door. He sees her silhouette in the windowsill. She’s sitting facing away from him, looking out of the window at the rooftops underneath the clear, starry night sky. She doesn’t bother to turn her head to acknowledge his presence, also as expected.

A small detail he notices sends shivers down his spine - there are metal bars on her window. Why?

“I was a rebellious child. I knew my destiny before even understanding what it meant. All I knew was that I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be Empress. I wanted to be one of those brave souls who were prepared to leave to a front knowing they might not return.“ Her voice rings through the cold, dark space, bouncing off the walls in a haunting manner, enchanting him. “My father knew I would be more than capable of running away so I was frequently spending plenty of time here, locked up. As I am now.“

She is still facing away from him but he still shakes his head as though she could see him. “You are not locked here, Empress Y/N. The door is always open. This palace is still yours.”

“That you are right about.“ Y/N’s head turns finally and his heart drops.

She is pale, eyebags weighing heavy under her tired eyes. Her hair is covering her face but her pale complexion is more than visible even from behind her locks. She looks like she has been crying, not that she’s a woman who cries often. A tear of hers has the same value as a bar of gold.

She continues. “Chu Bao, the man you killed in front of my very eyes, was the only man I’ve ever loved and the only person who saw me as more than my title. I’m not just an Empress! Everyone forgets that!“

He feels hurt by her remark, “Y/N, I know. I know better than anyone. I have overtaken all of China and yet you are my greatest prize...”

She cuts him off, her shaky hands pushing her hair to the side so she can look directly at him, her crystal eyes meeting his menacing yellow ones with such intensity he feels it almost like a physical presence. “I am no prize, you monster! I’m a person who destiny played wrong! I given a role I have never been happy with. But I had to play it to maintain the honor of my family and of China as a whole. It taught me a valuable lesson: No matter the tries, one can never escape destiny. So...” she trails off, her eyes losing their feisty glow as she turns back to the window, “I embraced it and became one with my land, this palace, my title. And I will stay one with them till my death. Now, leave! And don’t bring me food anymore. Don’t check on me. I want it all to end the way it started - in this palace, in this chamber. I want to go out with the last bit of dignity I have. If nothing, I will die without ever bowing to you. I may have surrendered, but consider this me prolonging the fight.” He hears her scoff, a humorless chuckle, “The moment I die will be the moment I win.”

Shan-Yu has never been a man to live to face defeat. He always defeats the defeat, stands up taller than ever whenever he’s been brought down. Now is different, however. His defeat is inevitable. It hasn’t even happened yet, but he knows the battle’s lost. His hands are tied. He would never disobey a wish of Y/N’s nor could he live with her slowly dying. He cannot keep her alive against her will, and he can’t end it all quickly for her either.

She has already won, but she’s not aware.

Empress Y/L/N Y/N has defeated the monstrous, villainous conqueror Shan-Yu twice in her life: once when she had him fall in love with her and again when she chose to put an end to her life, leaving him powerless.

All he can do now is accept his defeat and allow for Y/N to become nothing but a battle scar on his heart.

[missblissy]

Rebirth (Chapter One)

Alastor X Human!Reader ((Reincarnation!AU))

((I’m SO ADDICTED TO THIS AU so I wrote up the first chapter during my break at work!!))

Tagged: ((You can asked to be added to the tagged list!!)) @alastors-bambi​ @peachesandkats​ @riintss​ @destiny-in-the-universe dadzawas-eyebags 

The ache in your back zipped down to each side of your hips, through your legs and reaching all the way to your toes. So maybe heavy lifting up three flights of stairs wasn’t the best idea. But at least you were finally done. You slumped down on a stack of boxes and let out a sigh. Your new home was empty but already beginning to feel a thousand times better now that you had finally moved in. You had a tiny little apartment big enough for just you and your cat.

Voices from the hallway started to grow closer. You perked up and looked at the doorway just as your friends carried their own last round of boxes. 

“It’s pouring out,” A girl complained, her jet black hair long and straight like a mirage of shadows, “We have to get home soon,” She was talking to you.

“Yeah, it’s totally fine, Sage,” You told your friend. ou waved a hand and smiled at her, then Vanderlinde, her boyfriend and your friend as well, “I’m just glad to finally be out of that place. Not that I didn’t like being your roommates,” You laughed lightly as they chuckled along, “It’s just nice to have my own space now, ya know?”

Vanderlinde stood tall, he was extremely well built and twice the size of Sage. They made for an odd couple and they were your closest friends. Vanderlinde smiled, “It’s all good, (Y/n). We wish could stay, we were going to help you unpack but... “ He sucked in a breath, “We can’t leave the dogs out in the rain,”

“No! No! It’s okay!” You shook your hands back and forth in front of you, “It’s alright, I’ve got this little demon with me,” Just as you said that your orange tabby tomcat slithered out from one of the empty rooms. He purred loudly as you brushed one of your hands over his head.

Neither Sage or Vanderlinde dared to reach out and pet your cat, “I’m not going to miss that bastard,” Sage joked. Almost as if he could hear, your cat looked up at Sage and his bright yellow eyes dilated into slits of black.

You picked him up, resting him in your lap, “You’re not evil, isn’t that right, Buck?” Your cat simply looked turned his head in a different direction, “You’re just a dumb little bastards boy, huh? Little dumby who hates everything, that’s you,” As if you had annoyed him, Buck squirmed from your lap and lept away, tail high as he walked off to somewhere else. 

“I’m never going to forgive that fatass for destroying my favorite sweater,” Sage said with a grin, “He’s evil, I know it, I have a sense for these kinds of things.” 

You rolled your eyes and followed your friends to the door, “He just doesn’t like... Like.. you?” You trailed off, now realizing Sage might be right. You stuttered your sentence back together, “H-he just doesn’t like being touched...”

As they passed through the doorway, they both chuckled while Vanderlinde lifted his hand. You could see all the deep scratches cut into it, “Yeah I found that out the hard way. I hope he calms down, you’ve only had him a few weeks,”

“Maybe the two huge dogs were stressing him out,” You defended your cat, “He’ll chill out now. You just wait and see, the next time you guys stop by he’ll be as cool as a cucumber.”

“Ugh- Okay,” Sage shook her head, fake disgust on her face, “We have to go,” She said with the hint of a smile. The two of you hugged while you gave Vanderlinde a wave. 

You shared your goodbyes and your friends headed home. You were alone now in the empty white apartment. Boxes cluttered every inch and you had to weave in and out between them. At least you had some stuff already unpacked. You had a couch set up in your tiny living room with your TV already unpacked. Thunder crackled in the sky above as the rain washed over the city. You turned on your TV to fill the silence with some background noise while you wandered into your bathroom.

Old sweat still clung to your skin from the several flights of stairs you climb over and over again. As you turned the bathroom light on, it flicked a couple of times before staying lit. You could hear the little tink tink tink of the electricity struggling to flow through the bulb. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise, but you didn’t think anything of it. It was already very cold so you just chalked it up to shiver. 

You opened the glass door to your shower and turned it on and while you waited for the water to warm up, you peered at your reflection in the mirror above the sink. As soon as the water got warm enough you shed your clothes and climbed into the shower. While you washed away the dirt and grime of the day, your cat, Buck, pushed the bathroom door ajar even more as he sniffed out the steam from the shower, clearly also seeking warmth in this chilly apartment.

From inside the shower, you could hear little taps behind the tile wall. You thought it was the pipes as the shook with water and heat. While you lathered the shampoo into your hair you heard a few more pipes tapping away from within the wall. You turned yourself around, back to the wall while you washed the suds out of your hair. As soon as you turned your back a container of soap slipped from the shower self and nearly crash-landed on your foot. You let out a little startled yep when it smacked to the floor. 

There was this odd feeling swelling in the pit of your gut but you choose to ignore. You told yourself you were just new to this place, that you just moved in, so of course, things would feel off and unsettling. You turned the knobs of the shower and pushed the door open. The steamy bathroom was thick and warm. You plucked a towel from a box just outside the door. You notice a streak of condensation running down the mirror as you started to dry yourself off. You draped the towel over your head, vision block for only what felt like seconds as you dried your hair. 

When you threw the damp towel to the ground you noticed something... not right. Buck was still in the bathroom, he was perched on the top of the toilet and watching your every move. But that wasn’t what was off, Buck always followed you around ever since you got him. No... it wasn’t him. It was the lines forming in the steamed-up mirror.

Even in the thick heat of the bathroom and steam you still felt the coldest chill climb up your spine and into your quick fluttering heart. What the...? You saw four straight lines. Then suddenly right before your eyes you saw a third horizontal line connect the first two. 

It was an H. Suddenly and E appeared and that's when you could read the word HELL in your god damn mirror. You wanted to scream but it didn’t stop until once last letter was spelled out in the steamy mirror. It ended with a large O. 

You felt a wave of electricity wash over you as you read the word on the mirror, “Hello..?” You spoke it out loud. What in God’s name... You had no idea how it got there and you could hardly believe your eyes. You watched those letters form as if an invisible hand had traced them there. You looked away for just a second. just long enough to look over your shoulder, to notice that Buck had bounce away and left you alone. When you looked back at the mirror you nearly screamed. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, scared and ready to run out of the bathroom. There you saw a smiley face. Except the smile was too big and reach beyond its eyes.

[really-sleep-deprived-nerd]

Sanders Sides Percy Jackson AU!

SO! @moon-scribs and I have been working on this one for a while and we hope you like it!

BASICS:

Logan is a child of Athena 

Roman is a child of Apollo (The very extra son of a very extra god)

Remy is a child of Hypnos (Hypnos is the god of sleep)

Virge is a child of Aphrodite and Patton is a child of Hades (Bare with us for a second, we´ll tell WHY we did this below the cut)

Emile is a child of Epiope (The goddess of the soothing of pain)

Deceit Damian is a child of Hermes (Hermes is, among other things, the god of deception)

Thomas is a child of Iris (Y´know, the goddess of the Rainbow)

More about this under the cut! (Warning: Its ridiculously LONG)

Child-of-Aphrodite! Virgil

When deciding upon which god he should be the child of, we mainly thought about how he was before pre-acepting anxiety, how he felt like “The odd-one out”, how he felt like he “didnt belong here”. See where we are going with this?.

Virgil is supposed to be the child of the goddess of beauty, but he honestly cant see it. He is way too pale. Way too lanky. His hair is too messy. He has eyebags that are bigger than his fist. He isnt “pretty”.

His siblings arent helping with that either: They are incredible extroverted people, they actually care about their appearance, about trivial things like make up and clothes, they are known to be extremelly social, their fucking cabin its mOTHERFUCKING BARBIE MANSION PINK AND ALL.

He doesnt fit with them, sure, he can get along with most of them just fine, but he still feels wrong.

He has charmspeak, but he doesn't knows how to use/control it and its also heavily influenced by his emotions, so when he's really stressed out it activates, mostly to keep his friends out of danger. (Its basically like his canon anxiety demon voice, it can influence them like that scene where v's like 'GET RID OF THE PHONE NOW' and Thomas just throws it without thinking )

His first days on camp were pretty rough, and he was thinking of running away, that is, until he met a very cheerful son of Hades.

Child-Of-Hades! Patton

Patton “Hellhounds are just misunderstoods puppies!” Medina

Patton “Oh that kid looks sad and lonely and uncomfortable Im going tO BEFRIEND HIM” Medina

All the hellhounds just become big puppies around him, he has a tiny army of Cat-skeletons and dog-skeletons following him everywhere that are always either playing with him or trying to get pets of him. 

Since there is literally just one other kid of hades in the cabin most of the bunks are empty so one of them becomes the Cave(tm) of Patton´s bony friends (Its just a bunch skele-pets under a blanket) 

 Also one of the bunks is reseved for Virge, since sleeping in a pink barbie mansion surrounded by SO MANY PEOPLE made him incredible anxious. And Patton could not let his precious friend and crush suffer! He has already went through enough! 

 One of the funniest things to Virgil its the fact that the Hades cabin looks like where vampires would live and then BOOM SUNSHINE BOY 

Patton´s Brother: ugh it's too early to-is that the sun??? I thought there were no windows here??? 

Virge: No, that's Patton

He is the first one to discover that, despite Virgil not believing it, Virge is actually FUCKING gorgeous. Like, one day he makes Virgil giggle and Patton feels as his heart might burst: Virgil´s hair was messy and fluffy and it kinda covered his eyes, but you could see them sparkle with amusement and he had this tiny and kinda shy smile and all that Patton could think was: “goDS ABOVE IM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION- HELP”

Despite his sushiney attitude, lets not forget that, as a child of Hades, Patton is actually fucking powerful, and will not hesitate to absolutly destroy whatever and whoever tries to hurt his fami-friends and his home

Child-Of-Apollo! Roman

You know how Percy´s sword turns into a pen? Yeah, Roman´s katana turns into a golden and silver hairbrush. 

Was sent to camp since he was really young and trained in hand to hand combat until he became the best. 

Has an enthralling voice and incredible acting skills and he can dance like the muses, but cant shoot straight to save his life (Pun not intended lol) and if he tried to heal a paper cut it would probably get infected .

Loves the camp dearly, but he misses his family a lot so he Iris-calls them every saturday

Child-Of-Athena! Logan

Hands down the best strategist in the whole camp. 

Cant do hand-to-hand combat to save his LIFE, but he is amazing with long distance weapons. Bow and Arrow? Logan will pull a hawkeye shit where he NEVER fails. He is good at making traps, like, he studies what surrounds him and can make a scooby-doo-like trap with branches and shit he found laying there. People do not Fuck with him during capture the flag. 

You know how Athena´s kids are all terrified of spiders, right? Welp. Logan has a Patton-level fear of spiders.

“Pardon my crude language, but I don't fuck with those tiny ass demons”

Child-Of-Hermes! Damian

“You, my child, are amazing, but you have the moral of a chocolate muffin”- Thomas, to him, after spending 15 minutes alone together.

Will 100% fuck shit up, not in a “IM EVIL FEAR ME” way, but more in a “Remember my father is also the god of pranksters do not fuck with me Virgil”

Has definitely not pranked Roman and Virgil and had to unceremoniously hide in a tree top so this two would not murder him in the time it took for Emile and Pat to calm them down

Child-Of-Hypnos! Remy

He is a child of hypnos, and as such, drinks unhealthy amounts of coffee so he can stay awake.

He can make everyone he wishes fall asleep instantly just by touching them and he can make it last as long as he wishes (More than 4 hs per person tires him tho)

He doesnt have an ounce of common sense in his whole body and Emile still doesnt know how he managed to stay alive for this long.

Child-Of-Epione! Emile

He is not gifted with healing like some childs of Apollo, yet he is able to sooth the pain of others. No, not only as a psychologist (He is not one yet, but he wants to be one when he grows older), but also as an overall comforting presence: He is kind, his voice is calm, he is sweet, patient and emphathic. 

One hug from him will not heal all your pain, but will make it hurt less, giving you the strength to keep fighting it for a while.

Really, REALLY not good at fighting.

Cried for a whole day when he learned that the camp has no tv so he couldnt watch any cartoons while he stayed there

He was very lonely growing up as before getting to camp, so he used to watch A LOT of cartoons to keep himself occupied, to avoid feeling alone.

The human mind and emotions never ceases to amaze him.

Child-Of-Iris! Thomas

Thomas started going to camp at a very young age, so he kinda knows everyone. 

Despite that fact, he got claimed on the summer after his 15th birthday. 

He was walking across the camp towards the Big House to say hi to Chiron when a full on rainbow surrounded him and Iris´s logo started glowing on top of his head. He looked at the rainbow, then he looked down at his “could be gayer” t-shirt and burst out laughing.

He spends only summers on camp, and since he is a bit older than most of the campers, he became a sort of counsellor to new campers whenever he is in camp.

He helps the new ones with training, teaches them how to get around the camp, teaches them how to read in greek and greek history (To them its history, no mythology) if they dont know anything about it. 

He is super supportive of every new camper! Like, if they are training and one of the newbies fucks up (Drops his weapon, falls, trips, whatever) he will instantly start going “Its okay!! No one can do this right in their first try!! It took me like a year just to stop sucking at it!! You are trying your best and thats whats important!!”

He gave one look at Virgil´s angsty demeanor, Damian´s snarky attitude, Roman´s fake confidence, Patton´s pattoness, Logan´s insighful and wise opinios, Remy´s complete lack of self preservation and Emile´s internal screaming as he tries to keep the rest of his friends fucking mentally stable and immediatly decided “Im going to adopt them”

While Thomas is an excelent “counsellor” and loves his friends, sometimes he will be watching the other 7 human disasters run around and get into shenanigans and just be like: Those kids are already so fucking weird this might as well happen 

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On Impossibility - 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8

A popular!Logan and loser!Roman high school AU based on @2pointomg’s idea with eventual Prinxiety. 

impossible 

ɪmˈpɒsɪb(ə)l

adjective

·       not able to occur, exist, or be done.

Eg. It is impossible to fund both the sports and drama programmes with the school’s limited budget.

·       very difficult to deal with.

Eg. The situation which Logan Sanders, Student Body President, is in after he convinced the school board to cut the unsuccessful drama programmes is impossible.

·       (of a person) very unreasonable.

Eg. Roman Prince.

To Roman, nothing is impossible. Not following his older brother Patton to acting college, not being a loser taking on the school’s popular Student Body President and definitely not writing and performing an epic school play with no money and six cast and crew members.

Edited by @alpacasarethegreenestanimal, who has an amazing fanfiction on AO3! If you like superheroes, sarcasm and Virgil angst then you’ll love this

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It was a typical Tuesday lunchtime with everyone backstage. Talyn was gluing some sequins onto Valerie’s crown. Valerie was practicing her evil chant with Terrence. Terrence was stretching next to Dahlia. Dahlia was waiting for her wicker basket to be fixed by Virgil. Virgil was doing that while bantering with Roman. Roman was putting 40% of his effort into chatting with Virgil and 60% into being casual and not talking about feelings.

Kyle was on the balcony alone, alien in his black cloak and heavy makeup. He was in the middle of his ending monologue, repeating each sentence until it was perfect and then running over the entire thing. He kept stopping and starting with different emphasises each time.

‘And so I say…No, no, no…. And so, I say.’ He kicked the balcony. ‘Argh! Stupid line!’

There was a clang as a piece of pipe fell off the balcony. Roman stood up to yell in Kyle’s general direction, ‘Hey, Virgil built that!’

Another clang rang out and Roman huffed and jogged onto the stage. As he rounded the corner he was greeted by the sight of Kyle holding onto a swaying balcony white-knuckled, staring wide-eyed and making no noise at all. A huge, flickering shadow was thrown up behind him as if even now the stage wanted to amplify the impact of any action taking place on it. Kyle was slowly shifting his weight back to the centre of the balcony, but the tower tipped in that direction with him. Roman ran forward ‘Kyle! Kyle! Just hold-’

There was a screech as the top slid off, followed by a deafening crash as Roman instinctively ducked down and hid his head. He opened his eyes slowly. The others ran in, then froze.  Where Kyle and the balcony had been was a pile of metal and a body thrown across the stage, its cloak making a dark pool. A sunbeam suddenly shifted, glinting off the extra supports in the mound of pipes and tangled vines. Six hearts raced each other. Roman couldn’t comprehend what had happened. He felt like if he didn’t move then maybe everything would zoom back into place like footage played backward, supports clicking into place and his friend standing on top of the balcony again.

Suddenly, Kyle gave a groan.

Everyone ran forward, and Terrence turned Kyle over. Roman began to shake. ‘OK, OK. Alright, uh… Kyle how are you feeling?’

Kyle sat up slowly. Clutching his head, he tried to stand before falling with a shout.

‘OK, OK, OK.’ Roman you can do this. ‘Valerie, call 911. Terrence, check for any bleeding and don’t let him pass out. Talyn, help Terrence. Dahlia calm down Virgil, I think he’s having a panic attack. I’ll go get a teacher.’

He sprinted up the gangway, breath already tight as he burst through the auditorium doors. He ricocheted off lockers and elbowed his way past ambling students, shouting incomprehensibly. The colours were too bright, the sounds too loud, but despite his desperation he was not impervious to the cutting stares or laughs at the wheeling of his arms as he ran up the stairs. He skidded around a corner and threw himself at the door of the nurse’s office, pounding on it. ‘Help! Help!’

The door was yanked open. ‘You’ll get detention if-’

Mr Macready softened on seeing Roman’s wide eyes. ‘What happened?’

‘It was Kyle and he broke his leg and banged his head and it was the balcony and he didn’t move and…’

Mr Macready placed a hand on Roman’s arm. ‘Roman, breathe. Did you call 911?’

‘Yeah.’ Roman nodded quickly.

‘Has he woken up?’

‘Yes.’

Mr Macready patted his arm twice, as if comforting a spooked horse. ‘OK, let’s go.’

Making his way through a crowded hallway was much easier when Roman was behind a barrel-chested nurse not worried about pushing over students who didn’t get out of his way. He saw everything in snapshots: Mr Macready checking Kyle’s head, Virgil tapping out rhythms in a corner, the yellow ambulance doors swinging open. The rest of the day was a blur until he collapsed into bed at home.

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Backstage the next day and everything was shaken up. Kyle was out of school as he had suffered a concussion, but miraculously no permanent damage had been done to his head. However, his leg had indeed been broken. Roman stood up to address his friends, who were slumped over boxes and blocking. He had spent the previous night googling head injuries and broken legs and reading the stage directions on speakerphone to Patton. ‘Alright, so now we have to figure out what to do. Kyle will be fine, but I don’t know if he’ll be able to perform with crutches. Ombretto’s pretty dynamic in his movements.’

Tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie, Virgil stood up, his eyeshadow covering actual eyebags. ‘It was my fault the balcony collapsed. Malcom – the janitor dude – said it was rickety, and I tried to stabilise it, but I failed and-’

There was a muted chorus of disagreement from the group.

‘And basically, it’s my fault so I’ll help you. I’ll play Ombretto.’

Roman’s mouth fell open.

‘I mean, probably I’ll completely suck, I mean I’ll definitely suck-’

‘Virgil,’ Roman cut in, ‘I would love to have you play the part. But only if you want to, not if you’re doing it is as some form of punishment. Besides, do you know the lines at all?’

‘I don’t want to do it, if I’m honest.’ Virgil let go of his sleeve and looked up, ‘But I want to help you guys. I want this thing to, you know, work. I want you guys to get to act, and for people to see Talyn’s costumes and – also I want them to see my set. I do know the gist of what he’s saying in each line, I’ll need to learn them properly, though. I know the meeting scene since you did that half-a-billion times when we were in the English classroom.’

Valerie sat up. ‘Well, let’s just have you run through that with Roman, and if it really doesn’t work we can ask Raphael back.’

Roman smiled. ‘Alright, we’ll go from when I enter.’

‘Could I…could I have the cloak?’

‘Uh…sure. Whatever works for you!’ Roman threw the cloak in Virgil’s general direction. Since he didn’t aim that well and Virgil didn’t have great athletic abilities either it fell quite a bit short.

Virgil draped the cloak around his shoulders and climbed onto some blocks. Roman went behind a curtain to reappear as Rosso. He shaded his eyes to look up the ‘tower’ and bellowed. ‘Lo! Could that be a minion of the evil queen?’

Virgil swept his fringe over his face and bit his lip. He made his voice gravelly, ‘A voice? Who would dare disturb me in my tower?’

Roman had to…take a moment after that. The pause caused Virgil to put his head in his hands. ‘Argh, that was stupid. Could Terrence be him?’

‘Hey!’ Terrence interjected, ‘I am Bob. Bob is me. Virgil, just…try less teen-y love interest.’

‘But he is a teen-y love interest.’ Roman said from the side of his mouth.

‘Try to play it more low-key.’ advised Valerie

Virgil exhaled. ‘I’ll go from after Roman’s line.’

‘Hello? Do you work for the Evil Queen?’ proclaimed Roman.

Virgil found the next line a bit easier. He hunched forward and looked away from Roman. ‘Who are you to ask?’

Roman stood directly under Virgil and looked up at him. ‘Nobody. A friend.’

Oh, this bit Virgil could do. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin at Roman. ‘Nobody? Or a friend?’

Roman grinned and shook his head. ‘Depends.’

‘On what?’ Virgil leaned forward.

‘What are you doing in a tower in the middle of this forest?’

Alright, he could do this. ‘I am not human as you are. I am cursed - with magic. Only when I am here is the world safe from me. In return for my seclusion, I aid the Evil Queen. The dark is the only place I belong.’ He sounded genuinely bitter, and at the last line he improvised a little. ‘So, light one, what brings you to a place like this?’

Roman grinned recklessly and waved his sword for emphasis. ‘Adventure! I am Rosso, and I fear nothing!’

Virgil drew back a bit, ‘I’m sorry, Rosso.’

‘Why is that, enchanter?’

Ombretto’s fear won over his curiosity and he acted in accordance with the wishes of the Evil Queen rather than with his humanity. Rosso drew back in fear as the vines began to move like snakes and wrap around his arms. ‘I’m sorry, Rosso.’ repeated Ombretto, ‘because you are a fool. And because I must do this.’

‘You must do nothing! Your destiny is your own!’ Rosso cried out, hacking at the thorns. ‘Please, don’t do this to yourself.’

Ombretto laughed bitterly. ‘My destiny is negligible. It’s my life I’m worried about.’

Terrence jumped into the scene, and Ombretto started at the sound as the faery searched unsuccessfully for the source of the conversation he’d overheard. Quickly, the enchanter wove an invisibility charm to protect the knight, not questioning why he did so at the time.

Then the scene changed to one with the Evil Queen, but in reality the spell was broken by applause.

‘Virgil – you’re amazing!’ cried Roman.

‘So…does he get the part?’ asked Terrence. The others looked at Roman expectantly.

Should Virgil get the part? With Virgil as Ombretto the play would be perfect. Without any practice he was almost as good as Kyle was, he kind of knew the lines, he had great chemistry with Roman, he fit the character (Roman decided deliberating why Virgil fit the character he’d written so well was for later). It would be perfect. Roman could perform the play with the hot emo love interest played by his actual hot emo love interest and show everyone that he was deserving of that romance. Perhaps he could reintroduce the stage kiss? No, it was clear their first kiss would be private, which Roman would still like. Roman was an acting powerhouse and Virgil inhabited Ombretto as comfortably as his patchwork hoodie. Together they would be unstoppable.

Then there was Kyle. Kyle who had practiced every single day for that role. Kyle who had been running through his lines to fit Roman’s idea of perfection when he fell. Kyle who had been with Roman in every production since the kindergarten nativity (Sheep #2 and Cow #4).  The likely event would be that Kyle would be able to perform his part. He just wouldn’t be able to walk so well.

Roman believed in his status as an artist. He told his story to himself over and over again: the bullies would beg for his autograph one day, he would talk in interviews about how he had to perform a play with no funding (from the school) and the tale about how he fell for Virgil was a love story for all time. Roman believed in drama and it certainly was dramatic to at the last minute choose passion over experience and sweep Virgil into twin stardom with himself.

Kyle was the safer choice.

If Roman took a chance on Virgil it could make the play.

No. Roman was not going to risk this play. He was going to make the sensible decision and be a good friend. If the tower would have to be a low platform or crutches were an anachronism, then so be it. Besides, the forest was imaginary. It was not possible for the play to be perfect, but he knew that Kyle would make it amazing.

He ‘Alright, here’s my decision, and it’s final. Virgil, that was amazing. But Kyle has to play Ombretto. I want Virgil to be the understudy. So, learn those lines inside-and-out.’

Virgil nodded, disappointment and embarrassment tinging his relief as he took off the cloak.

‘Roman?’ grinned Valerie, ‘are you going to say it?’

‘Yeah, go on, say it!’ cried Terrence.

Virgil face-palmed, sighing loudly. ‘Dear god, please don’t say it.’

Roman put a foot on a crate and threw out a hand. ‘The show…MUST GO ON!’                                                                                                                    

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If Things Had Been Different - Gabe pt 3

The lovely @zarcake-writes inspired me to keep going with this one, so have some more pre-fall Gabriel and baby Sonya. She’s finally here! And not doin’ so good. Because I’m cruel. A bit over 3,000 words.

WARNINGS: premature babies, struggling newborns, talk of drugs, talk of infant death. Sorry peeps. No one is dying on my watch though! I ain’t that evil. Yet.

More If Things Had Been Different - Gabe: pt 1, pt 2

Reaper’s Original Daughter Series: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

It was another night camped out by the NICU – Neonatal Intensive Care Unit – for Gabe. He’d been here every day for a month, and things didn’t seem to be getting much better. When little Sonya was born, he’d been at the base. And it had happened over a month early. By the time he arrived, a doctor had been waiting for him with a very, very grave face. Everything was a blur of confusing medical terms with occasional blurbs he understood.

‘Premature.’

‘Difficult delivery.’

‘Decreased lung function.’

‘Ventilator.’

‘Incubator.’

‘Opioid addiction.’

Fucking opioid addiction.

Thank god Ruby was in some rehab facility far away, because Gabe wanted to strangle her. His daughter was born addicted to fucking heroin.

He’d never been so angry in his life.

Or destroyed, just utterly demolished inside. The first time Gabe saw his little girl she was in another room, in what looked like a terrifying glass cage, tubes hooked up to her tiny body with a giant one strapped to her mouth, all sorts of sensors and . . . things stuck to her. She was so tiny.

And beautiful. Trembling, discolored, and flailing about wildly, but stunning.

There was a wash of baffling emotion and Gabe instantly knew he loved that little bundle more than anything else in existence. Nothing would ever be more important to him, ever.

Since then, there had been innumerable conversations with doctors, nurses, and Jack. Gabe was doing his best to juggle Overwatch, Blackwatch, and itty bitty Sonya, but it was proving daunting. That other month to prepare would have been great, but too damn bad. Being a father was about manning up and doing what was necessary. Somehow he managed to get a little apartment and a very expensive nanny set up, but now they just waiting for his daughter to come home to, but not yet.

Still, not yet.

Hell, he still hadn’t held his baby properly. The nurse had tried to hand Sonya over to him once, but her tremors had spiked so terribly that they put her right back in the incubator. Gabe had flat-out cried, unabashedly. He just wanted to be close to her, comfort her, tell her to hold on and show her how loved she was. But no. She was too sick. Struggling too much. So much more than any infant should.

At least he was able to rub her back and belly a few times, his hands slipped through the holes in Sonya’s little cage. Her heartbeat had evened out a bit at the contact, but Gabe had the bigger reaction – falling all over himself laughing and beaming when Sonya grabbed his finger.

Even fighting for her life, she was perfect.

With a deep sigh, Gabe leaned against the window and gave a small wave to the head nurse on duty. Andrew, his name was. Good guy. Kind, caring, all that good stuff and, somewhat surprisingly, just huge. Ripped, over 6 ft tall, and hands that could hold four regular sized babies, much less the little preemies in his charge. Incredibly gentle though.

Andrew waved back, holding up one finger as a signal that he would be out soon. Hopefully that was good news.

“God I hope so,” Gabe sighed, trying to pop his back.

“Perhaps if you got some proper sleep, you wouldn’t grimacing like that,” a familiar voice came from behind.

He twisted around to see Ana and Jack walking toward him. It looked like Jack didn’t want to be here, and Ana was in the mood to start shit – which Gabe could not handle tonight. Why the hell were they here?

“You do look tired, Gabe,” Jack said standing beside his friend.

“I am,” Gabe responded flatly, “but I’m not going to sit in my office and do paperwork when I could do it here, watching my baby girl.”

“You know, when I had Fareeha everyone told me that a little separation is a good thing,” Ana said snarkily, eyeing Gabe, “why don’t you – ”

“Stop,” he snapped, Gabe’s hands clenched in sudden anger. “This is different, and you know it, Ana. All I’ve had is separation! I can’t feed her, I can’t hold her hand, I can’t kiss her forehead – hell! I can’t even be in the same room as her! My Sonya is a month old, and I’ve never even held her!”

“Wait,” Jack butt in with a frown, “still?”

“Still! But ya know what,” Gabe said leaning off the wall and taking a step closer to Ana, staring her down as she began to worm away a bit, “despite the fact that I have to bond with my newborn child through the plaster, I’m still at work nearly every day, planning missions, reading dossiers, and managing my team. If that’s not enough separation for you, you can kiss my ass and tell me – ”

“Gabe,” Jack said tentatively, trying to stop the situation before it got even more heated, but it was too late.

“AND TELL ME,” Gabe repeated through a tight jaw, “how did you feel when people were telling you how much to hold your child? How would you have felt if doctors had told you that little Fareeha was too weak to breathe when she was born? That she couldn’t stop shaking or stop vomiting or hyperventilating? My Sonya’s lived most of her life with a fever and has already had more morphine than most people will have in their whole lives! Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m doing something wrong, because I’m doing the best I can in a situation you can’t even fathom. Fareeha was born healthy and stable and ready to come into the world. Sonya wasn’t. So yeah, I’m here at the hospital a lot, but no more than you were in Fareeha’s nursery when she was this young.”

Ana took a deep breath and put her hands up in surrender once Gabe had finished. She wasn’t one who liked to admit she was wrong, but she stood down this time, keeping her lips tightly pressed together. Gabe only huffed and turned back to Sonya.

The three old friends stood side by side silently, not sure where to go from this tense state, but eventually, Jack spoke up again, soft and understandingly.

“Any idea when you will be able to take her home?”

“No,” Gabe murmured, “she’s had a few good days, but her lungs have been holding her back.”

“Poor kiddo,” Jack whispered, shaking his head. “She’s got so much . . . stuff hooked up to her.”

“I know. I know . . .”

Jack all of a sudden snorted out a rough laugh, making Gabe frown at the blonde man confusedly. “Sorry,” Jack said with a small laugh, “it’s just that she has so much hair! I don’t think I had that much until I was like seven.”

Gabe burst out laughing. “Yeah, she gets that from my side of the family. Definitely a little Reyes.”

“That she is,” Jack said with a smile, “and if she’s got half as much strength as you and the rest of your family, she’ll pull through.” He put a hand on Gabe’s shoulder and squeezed firmly. “I have faith in her.”

“Thanks, Jack,” Gabe said, letting himself relax a bit.

“You were right,” Ana said quietly, “I can’t imagine going through this.” Her eyes were locked on Sonya as she spoke. “I knew things were bad, but . . . I shouldn’t have insinuated that you were doing anything wrong or that you shouldn’t be here. I overstepped, and . . . I’m sorry.”

Both of Gabe’s eyebrows leaped up. Ana? Apologizing? Damn! She was a proud woman and apologized to no man – which was great, Gabe absolutely loved that about her. It also made her apology twice as meaningful.

The two men exchanged an impressed glance then grinned in perfect unison. Of course they had to give her a little shit, too. Just a little.

“Um,” Gabe smirked, “what was that? Could you say that again?”

“Wait, wait, wait! Let me get my phone,” Jack said grabbing at his pockets. “I gotta record this!”

“Oh, fuck you guys,” she said rolling her eyes, smiling playfully.

And just like that, all was forgiven again, the air around the three of them light again.

“Well, we just wanted to see how you were holding up,” Jack said with a stretch, “but I suppose we’ll head back to the base. Unless you need some company?”

“No, no,” Gabe said shaking his head, “I really do have a big old stack of paperwork I should be doing right now. I’d like to be a bit more caught up when Sonya is cleared to go home. I’m hoping I can take a few more days off, if that’s possible. Even just two or three would be amazing.”

Jack nodded furiously. “Of course, Gabe. You’re still entitled to all the paternity hours you would have received if things had happened more, uh, traditionally. Things are a bit more complicated since you’re heading Blackwatch, but we’ll cover for you as much as we can.”

“Yeah,” Ana agreed. “I can run those loons of yours through some proper drills, do some proper survival training with ‘em. That’d keep a bunch of your guys busy for a while.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Gabe said nodding slowly.

“I know,” Ana said in a sarcastically smug tone. “Just let me know when you want me to whip them into shape.”

“You just tell us what you need, and we’ll figure something out,” Jack said slapping Gabe on the back, “and for Christ’s sake, sleep in a bed, man. I know you want to stay close, and I think that’s great, but take six hours out of the workday if you’ve got to. Your fucking eyebags are sticking out as far as your damn cheekbones.”

“I’ll crash soon, I promise,” Gabe replied with a chuckle.

“Good, good. You should be glad Angela didn’t come with us,” Ana said, “she would be lecturing you into the ground right now.”

“Oh she sends me a long, scolding email every day,” Gabe groaned.

There were a few more goodbyes and some wishes of good luck, but soon Gabe was alone in the hall again. Unfortunately, the glaring fluorescent lights and hospital-y smell seemed more oppressive now. The loneliness was creeping in again. Maybe he should have kept his friends around a little longer.

“Mr. Reyes,” someone said, pulling Gabe from his meandering thoughts.

“Yes, Andrew” he replied, rubbing his eyes before looking up to see the large nurse in front of him.

“I’ve got an update for you.” The smile on the man’s face made Gabe’s heart feel a little lighter.

“What’s up?”

“Sonya’s lungs have responded to the newest treatment wonderfully,” Andrew said, “We were going to remove her ventilator and give you another chance to hold her again.”

Gabe straightened up and was at least twelve times more alert. “Seriously? I can hold her?”

“We’re hoping so,” Andrew said with a nod. “We are going to see how she does breathing on her own, just give her a few minutes, but then if she’s doing well, we will let you in. At the very least you can have a bit of physical contact tonight.”

The wave of relief that wrapped around Gabe was practically euphoric.. “That would be incredible, Andy, thank you.”

“Of course, Mr. Reyes. We’ll start as soon as I get back in. If you see or hear anything unusual, don’t panic. This is a big step for her, and she’ll need to adjust.”

He nodded eagerly, eyes glued to Sonya as the staff gently handled her. It was a frightening thing to watch, but there wasn’t any panic. Holy shit, she was doing okay. She was okay! She was actually getting better! Maybe the end of this constant terror was finally in sight.

A few minutes passed slowly by before Andrew looked up with a smile, gesturing to the door. Gabe had never sprinted so fast in his life.

“She’s alright, right,” Gabe asked before Andrew could get a word out, but the nurse only laughed.

“Yes! Sonya’s doing fantastic, we’re feeling excellent about her progress over the past few days. All upward motion.”

“Thank God,” Gabe whispered, rubbing his tired face.

“Hopefully a little snuggling will help her out, too. Come on,” Andrew said waving Gabe in.

Stepping into an intensive care unit always made Gabe’s stomach clench, but being in a room specially designed to keep struggling babies alive just tore him apart inside. No matter how excited he was to hold his Sonya, he knew there as still a chance that the children around him might not ever leave this room alive.

“Are you feelin’ okay,” Andrew asked, rousing Gabe out of his sickening stupor.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “Where do you want me?”

“Right here,” Andrew said patting a chair beside Sonya’s incubator.

Gabe settled himself, automatically leaning toward her. She was looking at the world much more alertly than she was the last time he was here. The staff said that was normal for addicted newborns, but it was still severely disconcerting watching her have no reaction to touch or sounds. Now, she was wriggling about like any other infant.

“She’s more active now,” Gabe said as Andrew approached. “That’s good, right?”

“Very good,” he nodded in response, reaching down to lift Sonya.

A sudden, worried tightness tightened Gabe’s gut. Did he know how to hold her right? His baby training was such a crash course . . . What if he didn’t support her head right? What if he supported her head too much? What if he did something and made her regress? What if something happened and all that progress was destroyed?

“Stop panicking,” Andrew said with a poorly hidden smirk.

“Wha-what,” Gabe said, his voice cracking embarrassingly.

“I have handed babies to scared moms and dads for years, so I am very well trained in spotting panic. Just hold out your hands, be mindful of her neck, and be gentle. You’ll both be fine, I promise! And I’ll be close by the whole time.”

Of all the things the Blackwatch commander had ever done, having Sonya placed in his arms for the first time was by far the most intimidating. And the most amazing. She was all bundled up in a tight little package, but Gabe could still feel how warm she warm she was, how soft. Her eyes wandered a bit, but kept roaming back to her father, which made him melt. Her eyes were stunning – dark and gorgeous and massive. Her chubby little arms seemed fascinated with the feel of his shirt but didn’t quite have the control to grab it. She was fumbling about the world, and it was incredible to watch.

He loved her. He loved her so much. Her scent, her curiosity, the way her body felt in his arms.

This was perfection, utter –

A series of beeps started bleeping away on the other side of the room, drawing everyone’s attention and making Sonya squeak in protest. Gabe held her tighter, bringing her a little closer to his face, murmuring soft reassurances, but his kind words fell flat when Andrew went darting over to the other incubator.

Something was very wrong with the other infant. Orders were being barked, and syringes were being grabbed. How could a baby that small need that much . . . whatever that was? It took a full five minutes before the frenzy ended and no one looked optimistic at the end of it all. Gabe had shifted Sonya to lay on his chest without thinking. He was pressing soft kisses into her perfectly round cheeks, half trying to keep her calm and half trying to calm himself.

“Is everything alright,” Gabe asked as another nurse came to his side. Andrew was still busy with the other baby.

“For now,” the woman said with a sigh.

“Do I need to leave,” he asked worriedly, desperately hoping he wouldn’t have to.

“No, not yet,” she responded with a weak smile, “Sonya needed some time with her dad. We firmly believe time with parents is one of the best treatments of all.”

Gabe swallowed hard before asking his next question, steeling himself for a possibly terrible answer. “I’ve gotta ask,” he began, “Andy was telling me that Sonya’s been doing better, but is she . .  doing well enough? Is she gonna, well – Christ – is she gonna make it?”

“Mr. Reyes,” the older woman said putting a hand on his shoulder, “Sonya is getting stronger every day, made leaps and bounds over the last few days! She knows there’s more out there and she wants to see it. I absolutely think she’s going to be out of here, and soon, too. Just give her a little more time.”

“I will, of course. Anything she needs, she’ll get it, I just . . .  I really needed to hear that,” Gabe said softly, pressing his head against Sonya’s. Every fiber of him wanted to hug her until the end of time.

“I understand,” the nurse nodded, “you just snuggle that sweet girl for now, and we’ll try to let you stay as long as we can.”

“You’re going to have to drag me away,” Gabe teased gently, nuzzling Sonya and grinning as her eyes went wide at the new sensation. It was painfully adorable.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” the nurse snorted oddly seriously while walking away.

“You think I can take ‘em,” Gabe whispered to his daughter jokingly. “We could make a run for it, you and I. Just book it for the door and keep running ‘til we get home. Would you like that? We’d get you out of this abysmal little room and show you some sunlight, play you some music. I bought you so many stuffed animals! Your nanny thinks I’m nuts, and, let’s be honest, she’s right, but how could I not spoil the most beautiful baby in the world?”

Sonya wormed in a way that seemed agreeable, and Gabe laughed.

“Oh my itty bitty Sonya, mi tesoro, mi cielito,” he hummed happily, “you’re everything I’ve ever needed, aren’t you? Feels like all I’ve been doing the past few months is get more and more empty, but you – you!” He rubbed his curly mustache on her forehead and Sonya made a cute little grunt. “Everything about your just feels good, mija. Except that you’re sick, of course, but look at ya – my tiny fighter. You’re a strong one, aren’t you? You’ll get through this. We will. We’re both going to get better, I can feel it. Give it a few days, and we’ll be holed up in our new home, forgetting all about this nastiness. I know it. I promise. I love you, Sonya. So, so much.”

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[asimplevampire]

So one of my favourite things to do is make over townies, because it’s so easy to do in TS4. (”When I was your age in TS2,  we had to get the SIM BLENDER and the CLOTHING RACK and the MAKEOVER CHAIR...”) 

Here’s my version of the Villareals!  CC list, full-body pics, and assorted rambling under the cut.

Jacques:  Skin: MadMono’s Knight default // Skin overlays: Andro by reticulates + Pixiejuice’s Cynthia wrinkles + TAMO eyebags // Teeth: PYXIS Maxis Teeth Begone  Eyes: Host of the Nightmare by me // Hair: Get Together // Beard: LLS Pretty Classy Guy

Top: Get Together // Pants: JulieJ 2t4 Nightlife Jeans // Shoes: Get To Work // Watch: Get Together 

I honestly like the way Jacques looks all on his own, so I just tweaked him to make him look slightly more evil. Also to get rid of the terrible Maxis scruff. 

Luna: 

Skin: @madmono​‘s Knight default // Skin overlays: @reticulates‘s Sunny skinblend + @luumia‘s Ooh Smooth 2 + @simsontherope​‘s body freckles  // Teeth: PYXIS Maxis Teeth Begone Eyes: @strangesims​ Leh eye default // Hair: Parenthood game pack 

Top: @karzalee‘s Sailor Uniform  // Skirt: Base game // Bracelets: Base game // Socks: Base game // Shoes: Base game // Necklace: Base game 

Luna had a bit of a Catholic schoolgirl look to her; I decided to play that up and give her karzalee’s sailor uniform because I love it and almost never get to use it. From what I know of schools with uniforms, students like to express their individuality with jewelry and kooky hairstyles, so I gave her lots of both. 

Hugo: 

Skin: @madmono‘s Knight default // Skin overlays: @simlishsweetie‘s Folie A Deux + @thenooboocrew‘s Diva + @simsontherope‘s body freckles  // Teeth: PYXIS Maxis Teeth Begone Eyes: @strangesims Leh eye default // Hair: @saintbingo’s Lucky Randy

Top: @thepathofnevermore​‘s Come as you Are cardigan // Pants: Base game// Shoes: Base game // Socks: Base game // Watch: Base Game

Hugo is a cutie under the weird Maxis skin and ugly hairdo. I wanted to bring that out, while still making him look shy and chubby and awkward. Green seemed like a good colour for him for some reason; no idea why. 

Max: 

Skin: @madmono​‘s Knight default // Skin overlays: @zeusar‘s Cottonswirl +  @thenooboocrew​‘s Diva + @simsontherope​‘s body freckles  // Teeth: PYXIS Maxis Teeth Begone

Eyes:  Host of the Nightmare by me // Hair: birksche’s Willeby hair 

Top: Get to Work // Jeans: @karzalee‘s Giruto14 jeans // Shoes: Outdoor Retreat

I wanted to make Max look as evil as his dad, and a little more grown up than the original version did. I’m not entirely satisfied with this, so I might download more kid CC and come back to him later. 

In my current game, Master Controller has messed up everyone’s relationships and the only intact base game family with no extra babies is the Villareals. So I decided to do them first. I might make a new game just to do townie makeovers, WITHOUT MasterController doing it’s Thang all over the place. If you like these, let me know which you’d prefer! 

You can download these on the gallery; my username is tiresiasgranted. Let me know if you do- there’s some custom content on their alternate outfits you might want to snag!

Thanks for reading!

[zhivaax]

Oml so cute wth😭😭🤧🤧💗💗

this is kinda what rewatching batb 1991 felt like.

[under cut is just the og screenies I drew over]