#but hey they are Transformers sooooo

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Timeline of my AU TFP "The Polar Star"

Age of Harmony: 

– Unicron and Primus are in harmony and get along well. Unicron contains his negative energy and emotions.

- Creation of the first Prime: Megatronus (creation of Primus and Unicron), he got the Capacity of the Traveller

- Creation of the other Primes: Vector Prime, Solus Prime, Micronus Prime, Alchemist Prime, Nexus Prime, Onyx Prime, Amalgamous Prime, Quintus Prime, Liege Maximo, Logos Prime, and Autonomous Maximus

- Solus Prime's constructions: The Forge, Tenebris, Omega Keys, Phase Shifter, the Matrix

- First interaction between Unicron and the Quintessons

- Unicron's anger grow more and more towards his brother 

War of Chaos:

- War between Primus and Unicron

- Solus Prime's constructions: Lair of the Primes, the relic capable of defeating Unicron (unnamed), Apex Armor, the Star Saber

- Sacrifice of Megatronus 

- Banishment of the Spark of Unicron 

- Invasion of the Quintessons 

- Death of other Primes, enslavement of Primus 

Age of Enslavement:

- Enslavement of the Transformers by the Quintessons 

- Creation of other forms of life: flora and fauna (induced by the Quintessons) 

- First appearance of the Predacons

- Fight between the Quintessons and the Predacons (the Transformers being the prey) 

- The Quintessons try to get rid of the Predacons by sending them to another planet (thanks to a space bridge): Earth (those sent there die of hunger)

- The All-Spark continues to create Predacons

- Great Cataclysm (a meteorite crashes into Cybertron) 

- Extinction of the Predacons 

- First appearance of Scraplets and Worms of Rust 

- Appearance of the first Awakened (Transformers endowed with a conscience) 

- Primus create a new Traveller : Alpha Trion, thanks of the remain of Unicron's energy

War of Warth:

- War between the Awakened and the Quintessons

- Primus choose Nominus to be the next Prime, and tell his story to him

- Nominus tell everything to Sentinel

- Death of Nominus after saving Sentinel

- Sentinel tells the story of Primus and Unicron to the Awakened (hiding parts, such as Megatronus Prime being a creation of the two Gods) 

- Sentinel is named Prime 

- Victory of the Transformers against the Quintessons 

Age of Rise:

- Creation of the Senate, composed of the first Awakened: Sentinel Prime, Alpha Trion, Shockwave, Dai Atlas, Jhiaxus, Tyrest, and Proteus

- Composition of a temporary Caste System

- Creation of the main City-States: Kaon, Iacon and Vos

- Studies of the plans of the ground and space bridges of the Quintessons

- Vos creates its own system and becomes independent of the Senate

- The Slaves are the criminals (not indefinitely, with exceptions)

- Miners are Slaves and Workers (alternative mode: Drill)

- Creation of other smaller City-States: Praxus, Tarn, Helex, Delphi, etc. 

- Colonization and cyberformation of planets: Velocitron, Caminus, etc.

- Earth is discovered and is named: E-147

- The Transformers discover on E-147 (Earth) a Transformers Graveyard used by the Quintessons during the Age of Enslavement

- Appearance of Techno-Organics: Evolved form of Cybertronian fauna 

- The All-Spark no longer spawns bots with the Drill alt mode

Golden age :

- The Caste System becomes permanent 

- Slaves are criminals, abandoned Sparklings, orphans and handicapped

- Creation of the First Generation of Cold Constructions

- The Transformers come into contact with prehistoric men

- The first humans transmit the legend of the Transformers until Antiquity, before being forgotten

- Creation of Synthetic Energon

- Discovery of the first Cold Construction with a conscience: Soundwave 

Silver Age:

- Creation of the Gladiator class 

- The Seeker Quake becomes Vos' favorite (the favorite being the robot most likely to become Air Commander, chosen by the Nobles)

- Creation of the Second Generation of Cold Constructions

- The Seeker Skyquake hits a noble who insulted his brother

- Dreadwing and Skyquake are sent to the Colonies (place of banishment)

- Creation of the Latest Generation of Cold Constructions 

- The Seeker Quake is accused of having murdered his conjux and loses his title of Favorite

- The Seeker Quake is sent to the Colonies

- Most Cold Constructions become self-aware 

- Primus create another Traveller, thanks of the remain of Unicron's energy, but the Sparkling dies after being out of the All-Spark

- The Constructor of Cold Constructions create an Hybrid, with a Spark of Cold Constructions and the body of a Sparkling stillborn

- Thrust is named Commander and Prince of Vos

- Sentinel Prime is looking for the Hybrid, but the Constructor tells him that the Hybrid is dead

- Slavery of Cold Constructions 

- First Purge: Massacre of the Cold Constructions of the Last Generation (the Generation which least follows its program) in a hangar, after the promise of a change 

- Revolt of the Cold Constructions, led by Soundwave 

- Massacre of most of the Revolutionaries, Soundwave is sent to the Arenas 

- Megatronus and Soundwave meet

- Cold Constructions are placed below Slaves in the Caste System ranking 

- A crane named Hook becomes a doctor: first robot that does not respect the function of they alternate mode 

- Creation of the IDS: Institute for Deviant Studies (Cold Constructions that don't follow their program) 

- Discovery of the first couple between a Transformer and a Cold Construction (deceased) 

- Start of Decepticon Ideology: Initiated by Megatronus  

- Seeker scientists at Trypticon Station create an energon which is supposed to multiply, but it doesn't work on Cybertron

- Send this energon into space to hope it multiplies on other planets

- Acceptance of a disabled person in the Seekers class: Skywarp (Teleportation ability, extremely rare)

Bronze Age:

- First non-scientific vehicles accepted at Iacon Academy: Starscream and Skyfire 

- Encounter between Megatronus and Orion Pax

- Death of the scientist Skyfire during an expedition to planet E-147, murdered by his partner, arrest of the latter 

- The Hybrid is found and send to the IDS

- Conjuxion between a Slave and a Citizen: Megatronus and Orion Pax

- Destruction of one of the main building of the IDS, a level 7 Cold Construction escapes 

- The Decepticons have a symbol: The face of a First Generation Cold Construction 

- Megatronus and Starscream meet 

- Starscream joins the Decepticon ideology

Age of Rust:

- Rust Invasion on Colonies 

- Massive Infection on Velocitron 

- Closure of Space Bridges to prevent a potential spread of Rust on Cybertron 

- Dispatch rescue ships to impacted Colonies 

- Emigration of Velocitronians on Cybertron and Caminus 

- Space Bridges are destroyed

- Seeker Starscream becomes Vos' Favorite

- Rise of Decepticon ideology, Senate concern 

- Establishment of an anti-Decepticon Propaganda

- Megatronus adopts the name "Decepticon" used by the Senate in their Propaganda 

- The Decepticons are persecuted, but Megatronus does not give up 

- Second Purge: All identities of the Cold Constructions are revealed and the Senate asks the people to destroy them 

- Seeker Starscream challenges Commander Thrust in a Duel Wing, Starscream wins the duel

- The Winglord presents to the Senate his new Commander and Prince: Starscream 

- First declarations of the Prince about a Cybertron without Caste System, intention to go in this direction when he will be Winglord 

- Assassination attempt on Prince Starscream 

- Terrorist acts during Megatronus' speeches 

- Orion Pax is declared Prime by the Senate

- Orion Pax is a spy for the Decepticons, tries to help Megatronus from the inside 

- Shockwave captures Megatronus for scientific research

- Starscream creates a rescue team to save Megatronus

- Megatronus offers Shockwave to join the Decepticons to continue his scientific research and help the cause at the same time

- Shockwave and Starscream's relationship doesn't improve

- Sentinel Prime discovers Orion's double game

- Sentinel Prime turns Orion Pax against Megatronus: Orion Pax leaves the Decepticon cause

- Attempted murder against Megatronus 

- The Decepticons hideout is discovered and the members are arrested 

- Starscream helps the Decepticons escape 

- Purification of Kaon: The inhabitants of Kaon are massacred by the Enforcers, the Senate seeks to permanently eradicate the supporters of the Decepticon cause, most of the Techno-organics are killed there. Megatronus and the Decepticons intervene and try to save as many civilians as possible.

- Wrath of the Decepticons 

Age of Vengeance:

- Megatron retaliates violently against the Senate infrastructure 

- The Autobot camp is founded by Orion Pax to intervene against the attacks 

- Starscream is against these acts of violence and leaves the Decepticon cause 

- Vos becomes Neutral 

- The Senate tries a new Purification against Tarn which is intercepted by Orion Pax

- The Autobots cut bonds with the Senate 

- The Decepticon symbol changes, expressing their anger 

- The Decepticons destroy the Senate: Sentinel Prime and Alpha Trion are the only survivors 

- Alpha Trion and Sentinel Prime join the Autobots (both are presumed dead) 

- Recruit Smokescreen is assigned to protect Alpha Trion and the Archives with the Elite Guard in Iacon 

- The Decepticons declare war on the Autobots 

Great War:

- The City-States of Iacon and Kaon enter in the War.

- Praxus, Delphi team up with the Autobots 

- Tarn, Helex and Thesarus ally with the Decepticons 

- Neutrals move away from large Cities

- Shockwave creates the incendiary bombs that will be used on Vos

- Bombardment of Vos by the Decepticons who make it seem like it was the Autobots 

- Prince Starscream joins the Decepticon cause again, the Vossians follow him 

- Iacon is destroyed by the Seekers demanding revenge 

- Starscream is named Second-in-Command of the Decepticons 

- The IDS is destroyed by the Decepticons during the attack on Praxus

- Ultra Magnus discovers that Sentinel Prime is plotting behind Optimus/Orion's back

- Shockwave creates the Tox-En

- Starscream is kidnapped by Overlord 

- Starscream sends Energon data from the Trypticon Station into space to prevent Overlord from gaining access to the Dark Energon 

- Starscream discovers the truth about Vos, Megatron and Starscream's good relationship is destroyed 

- Starscream attempts to join the Autobots with his Seekers, until he discovers Sentinel Prime is on their side

- Shockwave creates the Spark Extractor

- Orion Pax finds the Matrix, Sentinel Prime tries to kill him to steal it, but fails 

- Orion Pax really becomes Optimus Prime

- Primus asks Optimus Prime to bring back his brother : Unicron

- The Autobots chase away Sentinel and his followers 

- The Sentinels faction is created

- Shockwave creates the first Vehicons

- Slaughter of Neutrals by Decepticons and Sentinels 

- Soundwave and his minicons are captured by the Sentinels, Soundwave and Laserbeak are the only survivors

- Sentinel Prime seeks the All-Spark to reformat the Decepticons 

- Starscream is captured by the Sentinels to find the All-Spark by using his energon radar

- Starscream escapes and slaughters the Sentinels on his way

- The Decepticons capture Sentinel Prime

- Shockwave creates the first Insecticons

- Arcee and Tailgate are captured and tortured by Airachnid, Tailgate does not survive it

- the All-Spark is found by Autobots and Decepticons

- Optimus and Megatron fight for the All-Spark, Megatron intends to do the same as Sentinel

- Both Starscream and Optimus refuse to allow the All-Spark to be used for evil purposes

- The All-Spark is hidden in Theta Scorpii

- The Decepticons discover that Alpha Trion is alive

- Shockwave creates the Immobilizer

- Alpha Trion sends all the relics, and destructive inventions of the Decepticons into space before being captured and killed by the Decepticons. He also hid the last Omega Key in the body of the rookie Smokescreen.

- Shockwave is thinking of a way to recreate Space Bridges

- Sentinel Prime dies under torture

- Airachnid quits the Decepticon cause and goes renegade

- The incessant bombardments weaken Primus who has already been sick for a long time because of the Quintessons

- Energon becomes non-existent and great famines hit both sides

- The Autobots send groups to seek the energon sent to other planets, Optimus' team finds Earth

- Cliffjumper and Arcee are captured by the Decepticons

- Shockwave and Starscream find the location of Optimus, who invites the Autobots to join him on a planet with energon

- Shockwave is presumed dead after the explosion of the Space Bridge

- Arcee and Cliffjumper join Optimus

- Primus, exhausted, goes into stasis, most of the Cybertronian fauna and flora starve to death

- Megatron goes after Optimus

- Autobots and Decepticons scatter through space

- Cybertron is left to his fate, dying

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You can discover the next of this story on Ao3 and Wattpad ;) : "The Polar Star" (TFP)

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[primus-why]

Hot take but I feel like folks be really generous with the take that OP was unable to find ~the perfect words~ in the heat of the moment when he told D to stand down and "not be like Sentinel"... namely cuz I don't feel that the narrative supports this take?

Like after all is said and done, OP doesn't reflect on this part of their split. He doesn't have a moment where he seeks validation or voices his regrets over the choice of his words. The narrative (as it stands) supports that OP saw D-16 as acting the same as Sentinel, so he said what he said and stood on his business, down to the last scenes where he's basically like "yeah it's a shame but y'all knew I had to do it to 'em."

It didn't have to be much! I'm not saying to absolve Megs, just show OP looking at things from a different perspective/contemplating a bit on that tough choice. Some examples of what I wish we had:

B-127 straight up blurting the obvious by later chatting with Orion like, "Wait so you told your best friend that he was acting just as bad as the guy who had enslaved us for our entire lives and was torturing him like an hour ago? Oof. Seems kinda harsh." Then have some of OP's regret show on his face.

OP asking Elita-1 after Megs is banished if he did the right thing. Have Elita back his choice up, saying, "You should have seen what he did after you were... gone. It was terrifying. I know it was tough, but you made the right call." OP is grateful for the support, but a conflicted look still flashes across his face before he sets his gaze towards the horizon... and their future.

Have OP walk past other mechs/former miners who didn't go with the High Guard saying stuff like, "Wish I could've given Sentinel a piece of my mind!" "Yeah, but I'm glad he's gone for good." "Ugh I miss everything." "Oh, it was crazy! Megatron picked him up and then he rrriiipped-- oops, uh, hey there Mr. Optimus Prime... sir." And have OP wave hello, looking a bit sick when they leave.

Post-credits scene with Starscream going on and on, asking Megs when they'll be back to teach the upstart Prime a lesson. Megs grabs his face to shut him up. "Patience, Starscream. The Prime thinks I'm no better than Sentinel... but I'll show him. He wants Iacon? He can have it. In the meantime we'll take the rest of the planet! Then I'll come back, crush Prime under my heel, and we'll take Iacon too. Sentinel's reign will be barely a footnote, because I'm about to become Optimus Prime's worst nightmare." The vocal performance would really need to sell this-- basically picture Megs saying something like that from a place of anger and hurt, not so much a place of genuine evil or malice.

Basically instead of Orion's assertion being backed up as black and white, I wish we had some different opinions/reactions from the characters dropped in there. Like you can't tell me out of allllll the miners who weren't strong enough/willing to hang with the High Guard at the end and ended up sticking around, that NONE of them were like "eyyo honestly? Kinda glad Sentinel is dead. Wish I could have helped tbh." like come onnnnn...

And you can't even argue that he's not an active threat-- I don't think everyone would see things that way! It's not just about the threat he physically has, but the threat he represents and is very likely to act upon if given the opportunity! He has a proven track record of not only being sneaky and conniving, but also capable of dealing some serious damage/killing people bigger and stronger than him, plus he has the backing of the Quints. All he'd need to do is wriggle his way out of jail and run off to his sponsors, and he'd probably be back to wreak more havoc! (If the Quints didn't just kill him for incompetence lmao). There's a lot of "ifs" here, but I think it's a valid argument that not everyone would agree on what is the right or wrong way to handle Sentinel once he was down long enough to, like, do something about him.

I feel the situation needed a bit of nuance. In some way I wish they had kicked the can and had D and Orion bicker while Sentinel escaped, then have D get frustrated enough by the loss of Sentinel to point fingers (and his fusion canon) at Orion, who then falls and becomes OP. (Megs could still show some of thar emotion/remorse right after he does it too.) Not only would this open the door for a sequel, but tbh the Quint might have just killed Sentinel anyways and sought to deal with the miners uprising themselves lol. Maybe that could have been an after credits scenes too??

Would love to see a moment in a sequel where they have a calmer moment after arguing for a bit. Have OP mention how Megs was out of line, that it hurt and even scared him to see him act that way, and Megs can quietly point out "you said I was as bad as Sentinel... is that really how you see me? After everything we went through?"

Then OP can fumble the bag again lmao like "D, I... I'm sorry, that didn't come out right... but you still took things way too far..."

"Why am I not surprised-- your opinion is what matters the most! Maybe that's why you became a Prime, since you're so good at acting like the world revolves around you--!"

*gets interrupted by someone else before another yelling match ensues*

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi hii-! If it isn't a bother can i request either the dorm leaders + Jamil or the first years with an Mc who is basically like Mei from turning red with the whole turning into a Giant red panda and all? You can decide if they're gonna be yandere or nah i just wanna see how they would react to mc suddenly turning into a red panda whenever they get overwhelmed by their emotions ehe

Turning Red Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

When you came to their world to be the magicless prefect they know and love Grim is expected to be the only furry member of Ramshackle. They are soon proven wrong when you finally lose it. All the overblots, the stress, the mysteriously creepy gifts addressed to you. You’re hairs bright red color was nothing more than a random trait until you turned into a giant red panda:

Vil Schoenheit

“Well darling, this is unexpected…”

He’s genuinely surprised

But he can make this work 

Being a connoisseur of working under pressure 

He knows exactly how to calm you 

Even when you're a giant panda

Some things may have to change like the amount of the sleeping potion he will give you

But know worries he can adapt

And with your newfound fame who better to preen you for your upcoming career

“Trust me, dear, this is my territory. So leave your cute paws in my hands.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Sooooo Fluffffy!!!!” 

He’s so obsessed with shoving his face in your fur

And if you let him ride you, he’s on cloud 9

Your even cuter than you were before

But this is because your stressed!?!

Well as your future husband bestest friend he’s going to change that

So stay in Scarabia don’t even worry about going back to Ramshackle

He wants you to get used to living in luxury anyway

He’s more than happy to have you and Grim stay

Especially when you’re transforming into a panda

“Come on (Y/n)! You shouldn’t have to be stressed to bring out the panda!”

Azul Ashengrotto 

“Well, we all have our…vices.”

This complicates things

How’s he supposed to turn you into a mermaid now?!

But it's fine 

Hey, if you’ve made money on this before 

He’s more than happy to get a piece of the pie

Granted he’s not exactly pleased that this is a stress response

Whoever’s the cause of that stress he’ll politely intercede

With a contract that will have their lively hood on the line

“Just know that once you sign my contract all your cares and worries and you+ will be mine to take care of.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“I see, we both seem to have our own reactions to stress.” 

He’s oddly elated 

He loves you deeply obsessively

So he will not tolerate anyone speaking negatively 

Anyone

He’s offing everyone’s heads that he sees talking badly about your latest change

He relates and he wants to help 

Funnily enough his fiery reaction to things you consider stressful has you relaxing if only to calm him down

And he’ll never admit it but he’s found you 10x more attractive when you angrily panda out

Leona Kingscholar

“See? I warned you not to bother them us. It’s not my fault your body will be in shreds.”

All the more reason to stay napping with him

But when you panda out he prefers to sit back and enjoy

He doesn’t really bother doing anything unless it's calming you down 

And hiring a crew to clean up after you

He only is bothered by it when you don’t immediately yield to his control

Well other than your turning into a panda you’re still just a magicless prefect

That’s why it should be easier to keep you under his control

That or you’re going to be stressed with how many of your friends start avoiding you

Malleus Draconia

“What a marvelous trait!” 

His heart is already set on you

But what is this?

This insatiable desire to rub his face into your fur and carry you around in your giant form?

“Is this…the fabled…cuteness?”

If anyone’s going to forget that they very well bring armageddon from cuteness aggression it's him

And because you being you have already fueled his emotions the electrical tempest that plagues NRC

He just reacts even worse when others have the same appreciation for your panda perfection

But only he is going ableto monopolize it

After all you don’t want the entire island falling into a sleep-like death right?

Jamil Viper

“So your emotions are tied to your panda and when it comes out?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s really cute That’s inconvenient.”

He’s pleased you most likely rely on him to assuage yourself from freaking out

And boy does he have so much more power

While your under his spell he might as well advise you to ask him on a date

Or forget about that missing student

Idia Shroud

“Whoa (Y/n)’s cuteness stats just upped themselves 40%!”

He’ll make even more merch 

But he’s not selling it 

There for him to squeeze and cuddle and pretend to make out with

Even better if you panda out in his room 

so he can have your scent everywhere

He might even instigate it

[shutupineedtothink]

More ep 7 thoughts, now that I’ve watched it twice and processed 🫠

Bookending the episode with Lilia’s fall but first it’s down and then it’s up - sick, twisted, beautiful, devastating, I’m crying

The soundtrack really goes hard in this ep

The wildest part about the “ex best friend” line is all of those things are equally insane - ex, ex best friend, or best friend. Like ma’am what hex were you living in

Babysitter is likely a reference to the comics, but interesting also in terms of WV because we saw Agatha babysit the twins only once I think. Does this mean she actually spent more time with them than we know?

Wow once again Kathryn Hahn is doing so much work in this first scene with Billy, she’s going from snarky to wary to calculating to hurt to i don’t even know. She’s doing a masterclass in face acting.

When they start to climb toward the castle, Agatha has her hands clasped behind her back and initially I was just like ma’am, why are you like this, but then I realized oh. Her hands are tied right now.

Waning moon for the Crone trial babyyyyyy called it

Fun and fast transition to get us into the trial, since we know the deal by now

She’s based on me you know — sooooo, tragic, misunderstood, secretly suffering her whole life, constantly judged by others, uh huh uh huh

Prove it - he really doesn’t believe a word she says! And she looks so hurt by it!

The way Agatha sits in the chair omg girl please chill

This is such like an Indiana Jones trap I love it

God I love Lilia’s visions, changing the perspective to hers, the blurring around the edges - sometimes you don’t need to do much, but it’s hella effective

Actually a lot of good camera tricks in this ep I’m not going to point them all out

It’s about limiting beliefs baybeee - once again the writers showing they know their psych

I’m sorry that tea leaves to the underground transition??? Spectacular

“Well tell me what more I should see when I look at you. No, I mean it” - hey nonviolent communication, how’s it going 🤌

God can you imagine how scary it would be to have these visions as a CHILD

Did you not see imminent impalement in your future?? Lol why did this get me

I get the fake nose on Agatha but idk maybe I could’ve done without it

Teenager his full name LOLOL underrated joke

Dory OMGGGGG

Jen being the ultimate Lilia champion this ep and I love it. Also seems to contradict her behavior even more in Agatha’s trial, but she’s still more snappy with Agatha here too

What are you wearing, I don’t wanna talk about it - bruh every line. EVERY LINE.

Did I mention the transitions are killer

Your task is not to control but to see. - I, I can’t keep writing down every line but

I love that as soon as Jen knows what’s going on, she’s totally on board, just asking Lilia for intel, like yep this is normal now

Ahhh the spell book. Interesting that Lilia finds it.

Ohp - I wish Lilia was here. Ask and you shall receive - see the Billy’s Road theory

She calls him baby again 😭

Is snappy dialogue one of my biggest joys on this earth? I think it is

Proper tarot takes time and care. And leads to large gaping wounds - …. You mean like internal wounds? Like trauma? Like you have to bring up the trauma to heal it? Uh huh uh huh cool cool cool cool you said it Agatha not me.

The Magician, the ability to turn all of your goals into reality - Agatha immediately side eyes him. Bruh.

I’m a forgotten woman. Then remember yourself. 🤌🤌🤌

I was falling. I will fall. - CAMERA. MOVEMENT.

What will you do with your remaining time 🤝 all we can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us. Iykyk.

The subway baybeee get that House of R theory

God this tarot spread scene is so epic.

Ok Jen being the path ahead… I gotta come back to that

Agatha is the obstacle yep that makes sense (but the obstacle is the way)

Windfall - Billy, miraculous transformation uh yep ok

Destination - Death. Such a good reveal, even if I already knew it. Once again the power of good writing. In the end all roads lead to me. UGH WTF

NOT THE GREEN VINES SPELLING A BIG OL “R” WHEN THE DOORS OPEN

The original green witch…. Ok so she is in the coven… but also Billy’s in the coven? It’s a shared black heart? Or it means you can go one direction or the other… hm.

Ughghghghhh her just giving them each what they need before she sends them onward. She’s the GOAT.

Did I mention the music????

This whole scene is so EPIC. The tower upright fuck it up queen

Oh my God Lilia took her power back 😭

We didn’t see a body unlike Alice I’m holding onto that “see you at the end” lyric with all my might at this point

Time in a bottle was sick and twisted and beautiful I love it

I just… can’t believe this is something I got to witness. Like it’s so good I’m mad about it.

A few other quick thoughts:

Jen being the path ahead… if she was birth in the first trial (see my maiden mother crone trial theory), then maybe she’s also REbirth? It’s a circle sewn with fate… we’re going back to the beginning but emerging from the Road this time. Eh??

Patti…. PATTI!! Where’s her Emmy? Where’s the show’s Emmy???

Not only was this a better time travel plot than the rest of Marvel as I said in another post but it’s also better than time travel in Doctor Who for the last 10 years and that pisses me off low key.

Not to jump ahead but buckle up kids cuz if we’re following the loose structure of WandaVision then ep 8 is our flashback/reliving the trauma episode for Agatha and as much as I was destroyed by this ep I am so not ready for all of that.

Anyway. What a masterpiece. I’m DONE.

[misseviehyde]

RUNT

"Hey guys, please make some room," whined Tommy as he tried and failed to insert himself into the group of his friends bathing in front of the tiny magic mirror.

Waves of toxic feminine energy pulsed out of the glass, transforming reality and altering the three boys stood in front of it into hot bratty bitches... all except Tommy.

Giggles and soft moans emerged from pink pouting lips and there were cracks and pops as hips pushed out and bones shifted. The smell of tight wet pussy and female perfume filled the air, as the three former boys became hotter and hotter - enjoying their transformations into popular bitches.

Tommy, feeling increasingly desperate tried again, but the changing boys ignored him and actively blocked him, pushing him away and stopping him from getting into their tight knit pack.

"Fuck off you runt, mmmmmmh you're like such a loooooser."

Of all the boys, Tommy had needed this the most. He had always been smaller, weaker, the butt of the joke. He dreamed of being popular. As a tiny undersized boy he was nothing, but this mirror could make him into a sexy popular girl. Once he had long hair, a tight pussy, boobs and an ass for miles - no one would care that he was short. In fact as a girl it would just make him sexy.

"Pleeeeeease," he sobbed, but the three of them just laughed at him and did the L for loser sign on their foreheads with their fingers.

Tommy noticed that all three had cute manicured nails now. Rings and jewellery decorated their bodies... earrings and belly button rings were on show. His friend Brian even had a tongue piercing.

"Fuckkkk yeah... give it to me," he moaned sticking out his pierced tongue and giggling.

Tommy watched as Brian's boring male clothing shrunk and tightened. His underwear became bright pink and transformed into a bikini set. Soft skin tanned and smoothed and with a hot groan Brian stuck out his chest. Tommy watched in envy as two perfect round tits pushed out to fill the cups of the pink bikini. They looked so fucking good.

Long sexy hair tumbled down her slender back as Brianna was born and she left her boring life as a boy behind.

Next to her Tony shuddered in pleasure as he whipped back long blonde hair and stuck out his tongue like a little teasing whore. "Like I feel sooooo horny right now," gasped Tina as reality snapped around the brat and she became the little bitch she had always dreamed of being.

"Yeah I know what you mean babe," smiled Ashley - her identity as Ash forgotten as she bared her dazzling white teeth and ran a hand through her gorgeous brunette hair.

The three of them were now fully female and the mirrors magic spread out to change everyone's memories of them. Brianna, Tina and Ashley were now the three most popular girls at school. Spoiled rich brats who had boys blowing up their phones and everyone dancing to their tune.

Taking the mirror down from the wall, Brianna dropped it with an evil smile and it smashed into hundreds of pieces.

"Whoops."

"Hey, you like know that's bad luck right?" giggled Tina.

"Only for that little loser Tommy," purred Brianna. "What a fucking runt. He could never understand how good it feels to be this hot."

Laughing the three girls carefully walked around the broken glass and giving their former friend mean looks before exploding with laughter, they walked off to find something fun to do.

Sobbing, Tommy began gathering the shards of the mirror. Maybe he could fix it?

Somehow he doubted it. After all, he was just a worthless runt and he knew it...

[redhead-batgal]

Hey , I recently read your Damian Wayne one shot called she's so gone and I was wondering if you were going to make a part 2 . I absolutely loved it and would love to read a part 2 and I look forward to seeing more of your stories and if you don't write a part please tag me in a post that u are not gonna write part 2 I would really appreciate it. And awesome stories btw .☺️❤️

Type: Two-Shot (Part One: Here)

Pairing: Fem! and Best Friend! Reader x Damian Wayne/ Robin

Word Count: 7,462

Content: angsty, angsty times, arguing, confrontation babes, the sis is back, maybe some PDA, amazing friend! Jon Kent, fluffies????, language, violence, self-deprecating reader thoughts, batfam supporting reader, and aged up reader/Damian to 18 yrs

(P.S: Sooooo, yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this chaos cuz it may or may not get intense at some point but like.... you did ask for this, however y'all will like the ending I promise)

(P.P.S: Forgive me I'm really really bad at writing PDA)

Y/N: your name, S/n: Sister's name

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There is something hollow and empty in heartbreak. Some emptiness that consumes everything in a twirling barreling black hole that destroyed anything that entered its orbit. Transforming the raw and fierce emotions into a numb and darkness that overtook and elapsed time and almost even life itself. It was almost like a never-ending wave, water pounding in ears and honing the sound of a beating heart. Something about that feeling that was almost...addictive.

Though this feeling- this destruction was oh so painful. Part of you- part of you clung to it. Maybe it was because these horrible and draining emotions helped you focus on something other-other than the betrayal and other then... other than your inadequacies. After all, Damian wouldn't have chosen S/N right? if you have been better if you had been greater, if you had just been more, maybe- just maybe he wouldn't have left- he wouldn't have abandoned you.

These thoughts had you up at night despite the heartbreak roaring through your mind. It made adjusting to your new life in Metropolis so much harder. And even though you had developed a poker face of sorts, your new roommate Jon Kent always seemed to know when you were struggling.

It wasn't as though he could read your mind or that he had any feelings for you, but more as that he knew you so well. He was, in a sense, the sibling- the brother you had needed. A person to rely on and to confide in. It was surprising how willing Jon was to listen to your woes despite the fact that he was close friends with Damian. Despite the fact that he knew your sister, he knew her well, he still listened to everything that had happened and your point of view of it all.

It was even more surprising that he comforted you. Not in a soft way, but in the ruffling of hair and saying that your family, your sister and even Damian didn't deserve you. Before continuing with even if you really are annoying. You had laughed, tears spilling from your eyes before nodding.

Regardless of Jon's comments and the quiet messages of encouragement from Oracle saying she won't tell Damian where you were at and that you were in the right, your mind still scrambled and screamed.

It's all your fault

he left because you aren't good enough

you should have died that night

These swirls of terror overtook you at the worst of times. In the dead of night when you were all alone; in crowded rooms at parties Jon had convinced you to go to; even in your sleep. Yanking you from the one peace and bliss you had to the roaring of self-hatred and scorn. And today was no different.

Just as the soft hues of light brushed the horizon, your mind bellowed and twisted, pulling you from sweet dreams of the past you longed to return to.

Partially panting you sat up, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you intertwined a hand into your hair. Squeezing your eyes shut you focused on your racing heart instead of the thoughts that fought to be known.

Moments later there was a knock on your door. Sighing heavily, you slipped from bed and walked over to the door. Opening it with a weak wave you turned back towards your bed. In the doorway Jon stood a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, having clearly been awoken by your frantic episode.

"I guess, I mean nothing out of the ordinary is happening." You grumbled in reply, rubbing your brow.

There was silence between the two of you and Jon walked into your room flopping onto your bed with a slight grunt, "So all the fun times?"

"Of course, what else would you expect from me?"

Jon laughed slightly and you sank onto the ground leaning your head half against the bed, half against Jon's leg. Something stirred and shifted in you and closing your eyes you muttered a question,

"Do-do you hear it too?"

"Your voices? no, I think those are your special friends."

Shooting him a glare of sorts you swatted at his leg, and he chuckled before letting out a soft yawn. There was more silence before he sighed.

"Okay, okay you're serious... yeah. I do. I mean it's not like what you're going through but I hear the doubts and negative thoughts too."

Something about his words made you want to protest, to say it wasn't that bad, or really untrue. Something also struck a match in your chest, alighting warmth and comfort and something almost burst.

Swallowing back your tears you leaned back a bit to see his face before you continued.

"So... I'm not crazy or awful for having voices tell me all the bad things I've done?'

Jon snorted and you had to resist the urge to punch him. He sits up glancing down at you before sighing dramatically.

"No, that doesn't make you crazy. You are perfectly crazy all on your own."

With that a wave of relief came over you as you jumped to your feet. Jon rose and you pushed at him a smile of sorts on your face. He gasped dramatically before reaching out to push you back. You dodged his hands as laughter began to build in your chest.

"oh, it is so on." Jon muttered and a laugh escaped you.

Turning you skidded out of your room, avoiding Jon's attempts to push you as you hurried down the hall into the kitchen. Your feet slid across hardwood floors almost gliding when your foot caught on a chair leg, and you practically flew forwards, your face slamming straight onto the ground.

A bit of pain raced over you, but it was familiar enough for you to know that the most you would have is a bruise.

There was silence, then roaring laughter and you hazily pushed yourself up to see Jon cackling. His hand pressed to his stomach as he laughed at your fall.

"You are such a dick." You mumbled as you pushed yourself up.

Jon did not seem to care and continued to laugh. You rolled your eyes before pushing yourself to your feet. His laughter seemed to halt as you turned towards him. He paused, weakly smiling, "Is this the part where I run?"

Smiling slowly, you tilted your head and shrugged.

"It can be; however I am willing to negotiate."

He hesitated, eyes going wide as he looked around the room clearly noticing the hardwood floors and his feet in socks.

"Ah okay, uhm how does hot chocolate sound?"

You narrowed your eyes taking a step forwards, Jon's hands went out and he blinked a few times taking a step back.

"And a donut or pastry or whatever you like."

You took another step forwards and Jon flinched raising his hands to cover himself as he squeaked out,

"From Nonna's!"

You hesitated, recalling the Italian woman's small cafe and all the baked goods inside. Including her delightful assortment of drinks.

"I want extra whipped cream on my drink and a bag of stuff."

Jon paused, looking up at you slowly, his eyes narrowed, "Is that all?"

You thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

He held out a hand slightly shaking, and you grinned, "Deal."

After a somewhat civil handshake, you took a step back feeling something warm in your chest.

"I'll get my shoes and coat!"

Bounding back to your room you grabbed a pair of shoes and a coat before practically skipping back into the kitchen. Jon had his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, a strange look on his face. As you pulled your coat and shoes on you approached him.

"Ready?"

He hesitated, making eye contact with you and blanching. He cleared his throat, eyes darting towards the front door.

"I- i I uh... I don't think going now is a good idea-"

You rolled your eyes, "You promised, we are going no backing out, we shook on it!"

But something about his hesitance made your stomach churn, pins and needles beginning to bounce on your chest.

Jon opened his mouth to say something else and you walked over to the door, your hand resting on the handle when something escapes him.

"Wait!" He almost squeaks.

You hesitated for a moment before looking back to the door and slowly opening it. An empty hallway stood before you and you tilted to show Jon. Snorting a laugh at his surprise you scrunched up your nose giving him a teasing look, hoping to make him roll his eyes- or at the very least stop his nervous behavior.

"Does the big bad empty space scare you Little Johnny?" You asked in a voice you'd use on a child.

Jon seemed to relax, his shoulders dropping and air leaving him as he stared at the doorway; clearly not registering your taunt. A second passed before his head snapped in your direction and he narrowed his eyes.

"Seriously? Little Johnny?"

You shrugged, "What else am I supposed to call you? Your name???"

This made him laugh, which calmed the buzzing on your chest and churning in your stomach. Yet, something about the look in his eyes made the pins and needles dig deeper, moving to the back of your neck and shoulders.

Jon moved towards you and the door, seeming more relaxed than before but... something seemed off. However, you didn't know Jon well enough to know what exactly that meant.

He gestured out the doorway smiling slightly, "Shall we?"

Pausing you nodded, a slur of worries being pushed back in your mind as you smiled, "Of course!"

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Surprisingly, despite the early hour, Nonna's was in fact open. You were not in fact Nonna's first customers; however, you were able to get your order in. You had to wait but waiting for Nonna's goodies was worth it.

Though, Jon was acting a bit odd. Looking at his phone frequently as he shifted from one foot to the other, eyes darting to the door every once in a while. After nearly ten minutes of this behavior, you were suspicious. Elbowing his side, you tilted your head and opened your mouth to ask him what was going on when Nonna called out your name. You moved to get your order, smiling at Nonna from behind the counter.

"Here's what you asked for piccolina, I added some extra's since you and that patatino," She gestured to Jon who was staring at the door frozen, "over there are looking a little thin."

You nodded smiling, as you took your bag and hot chocolate from her, happy for the food but worried as the pins and needles stabbed into your neck and shoulders, dancing around your heart.

"Buongiorno Nonna."

"Torna Presto, Piccolina!"

Nonna beamed as she moved on to her next customer. Turning back towards Jon you moved towards him, brow furrowed as you stopped at his side.

"What the heck, are you okay Jon?"

He didn't reply, instead he stiffed as the bell to Nonna's rang. His eyes locked on who just entered as he took a breath in slowly. Confused, you looked to see what was making him so still.

Standing in the doorway, disheveled and sweating was none other than Damian Wayne. The two of you made eye contact and you felt the air and color leave you. Heart hammering, you froze for a singular moment, long enough to see the recognition and relief in his eyes.

Something warm blossomed in your chest, a wave of joy that wrapped around your throat. It squeezed at your heart as a bitter taste coated your tongue and you weakly took a breath in. He was here, he was here. It was almost instinctual to lean in and hug him. To start some sort of physical contact as if you make sure he was here-truly here. Then the tight pulsing of your veins and breathing of your lungs yanked you back into reality. He- he had betrayed you, he- he had abandoned you. Pulling back, you squeezed your hand into a fist, eyes raking over him before noticing the movement just beyond his shoulder. No, the person behind him. She looked a little frazzled, but still as perfect as ever. Looking back to Damian the sluggish feeling of betrayal up your spine.

A wave of emotions fierce and roaring climbed up your throat as you backed away from the door. For a moment you couldn't breathe, and the world was spinning as a realization crashed down around you.

He was here.

Why was he here? Why did he have to come just as you were starting to get numb to all those emotions? Why did he have to come after you just made it past an episode? Why did he come? Why? Why?!

Swallowing you pushed back your worries and fears, back the questions and pain. Gripping your hot chocolate tighter as you let out a slow breath, then you began walking towards the door. Hoping your nonchalant attitude would make them ignore you or so baffled you could slip past. As you made it to the doorway, you began to slide towards the street, outside of the store-the place with no escape, to the open and free air that allowed you the opportunity to turn and leave.

Unfortunately, your hopes were in vain. A hand clamped down on your arm, pulling you in. And you blinked, looking to find Damian Wayne practically towering next to you. Eyes frantically racing over your face and body, worry covering every feature as you felt his heavy breaths on your skin. Hell, his heaving chest nearly touched your arms as you felt his heat.

"Y/N."

Taking another breath you gave him a blank look, your eyes instantly drawn to your sister loitering behind him. A muddled mixture of emotions on her face.

"If," You began calmly, your eyes locking on his nose, so you don't have to look into his eyes, "you're here because you think I'm trying to steal Jon or poison him against you, you should know I'm not. And there's no reason to worry."

You saw his jaw twitch and his grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you in even closer. Faintly, you could feel Jon lingering behind you. Clearly watching and waiting for a moment that deemed too much for you or a spot to intervene.

"I am not here because of that."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from Damian's face. Eyes once again drawing to your sister, whose brow was furrowed, a scowl of sorts on her face.

"Then why are you here?" You softly asked nails digging into your palm as you looked towards the floor.

"I'm here for you."

Snapping up, you raised your head and made the unfortunate mistake of meeting Damian's gaze. There was some kind of pain you noticed in his eyes. Pain, worry and something you refused to believe was real.

Longing

Looking away you tried to focus to stay calm, but your heart refused to listen.

Liar one side of it hissed

For me? the other side sobbed

Pushing down your feuding heart, you tried to think, think of the real reason he could be here. It took just a moment for you to come to what you thought was a viable conclusion.

He was here to show you how awful you really were.

He was here to prove he was in the right, and you were wrong.

To show that you weren't good enough.

That your sister was and that's the whole reason he chose her was because you weren't good enough.

Because you weren't enough.

The air stopped in your chest, and it was then you noticed your sister's gaze locked on Damian's hand gripping your arm. Forcing a breath you swallowed, your free hand to touch the one holding you there.

Almost instantly, Damian let go of your arm, his brows creased as his gaze flicked, just for a moment to Jon. Quickly looking back at you, almost as if he was scared, you'd disappear or be gone since he took his eyes off of you, Damian let out a long breath. Then, he stepped back until he was on the sidewalk, out of the doorway but blocking any escape onto the street.

Part of you hated that he knew you well enough to know you'd try to escape. Knew you well enough to know cornering you in a public place would not only make you even more hostile but frustrated people knew your personal business. Damian knew you well enough to know that even though you wanted to run, you did not want to impede on others.

Grinding your teeth, you exited Nonna's. You didn't have much of a choice other than moving out of the doorway fully and standing so close to Damian you were practically pressed into his side.

His hand was brushing your cheek, and you found a frown searing itself into his face.

"There is a bruise forming... what happened? How did this occur? Did someone harm you? Who hurt you?"

It took everything in you not to shove him away screaming,

YOU

YOU HURT ME

YOU CONTINUE TO HURT ME, OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

when will you stop hurting me?

Instead, you gently moved his hand from your face and tightly smiled your eyes drifting to Jon, confused why he hadn't stepped in or tried to help you escape yet.

"I'm fine, I just fell earlier. It was an accident, don't-" You stopped.

Don't worry.

Why did you need to say that? Why did you need to reassure him you were okay?

Why why why?

"You fell?" Damian murmurs, eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced.

"Yes," You retorted, taking in a breath, "I was running around the apartment and my foot caught a chair leg. Ask Jon, he was there."

"I know."

Stepping closer to you, your sister cleared her throat, smiling tightly, fully capturing your attention, "Y/N how are you liking Metropolis?"

"It's fine," You began narrowing your eyes as you looked her over, "why-"

Before you could even finish your question, she interrupted gesturing to Jon with a smug look on her face.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Who, Jon? No, no. He's my friend, a good friend, but just a friend."

Part of you wanted to look at Damian as you said this, but you kept your composure enough to keep your gaze on S/N. However, she rolled her eyes at your comment almost as if she didn't believe you. And there was a look on her face that made something in you snap. Taking a step closer to her you scowled, crossing your arms.

"What the hell are you doing here anyways? I thought you were happily living in Gotham now," You hesitantly shot Damian a look before turning back to her, "I thought you both were."

Your sister weakly laughed, "Well, things have been... interesting. Adjusting to living in a new city is difficult, you should know that."

"I'm doing perfectly fine here; in fact, I was doing great until you- until the two of you showed up."

S/N blinked in surprise almost recoiling from your words. She opened her mouth, clearly prepared to spin a sob story to make you feel bad when Damian pulled you away from her.

"Be quiet, S/N."

"But Da-"

"I said quiet. It is atrocious enough that you followed me here. I do not need you aggregating things with Y/N by lying again."

"It's not lying exactly-"

There was a loud crash that rocketed you all straight into silence. You paused, looking around before taking a step forwards, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

At first you couldn't even see past the roof of the stores just beyond Nonna's. But as you slid into the empty street, you noticed a blur of colors. A familiar blur of colors.

Red and Blue.

"Oh shit," You whispered as an alarm of sorts began to blare.

You turned to shout to the others what was going on when a blast of sorts had you stumbling backwards. Looking up you saw a building tumbling towards you.

Blinking, everything seemed to go deathly still as a low whirling began in your ears. You turned, your eyes slowly blinking again as the building got closer to you and figures- blurred figures raced towards you as the whirling rose to a rumble then a voice, shout- no screaming your name. Before dust and rubble covered your eyes and something heavy struck your head sending you into pitch black darkness.

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Dust and what must have been ash floated in the air. Catching on your eyelashes and blurring your vision as you stirred. Blinking to find heavy rock and metal-rubble surrounding you. Wincing, you shifted in an attempt to get on your feet when you heard a groan.

Turning, you found just a few feet behind you a dusty and twitching person. Rubbing the dust away before you got closer you noticed a slab of concrete, a crimson splotch barely visible just on the area it made contact with the person's leg.

Moving closer, you noticed the familiar figure- the face and eyes. Moving closer you realized it was Damian. Going still you bit your lip as he grunted, clearly waking up.

Part of you wanted to just stare, to wait for him to notice you. But you also- the pain in your chest grew at the sight of him. Fallen and pinned, injured-bleeding; he was hurt. And-and in front of you. How could you just stand by and watch?

How was he even here? He was far away when the building fell and yet-here he was.

Moving closer you began to focus on his pinned leg, he blinked clearly trying to sit up.

"What are you doing here?" You muttered as you crouched near the slab.

"Pardon?"

"What are you doing over here! You should be by Nonna's safe from falling rubble and being trapped in a growing hellhole!" Peering around the slab, you noticed it wasn't too large. And there was definitely enough room for you to lift it up.

"You-"

"I what?" You snapped, shooting him a glare.

He hesitated, seeming to realize what you were doing as you took in a deep breath and slid your fingers under the concrete.

"I was attempting to reach you. To-to- remove you from danger."

You froze, air stopping in your lungs as sweat coated your hands. Gripping the slap harder you yanked upwards, heart racing. The slab rose just enough for his leg to slip free. Rolling, he cursed and scrambled away from the slab as the sweat weakened your grip and the slab fell back in place.

Silence overcame the two of you and you sighed deeply before remarking, "... you pushed me out of the way of falling rubble?"

"It is possible that situation occurred."

"Damian-"

"It is my belief that in consideration of our current... situation, we would be at a loss in continuing to bicker on what exactly occurred so that I would result in being confined here with you."

"Then what exactly should we be doing?"

"Perhaps we can discuss what truly occurred in reference to when your sister came to Gotham."

Your teeth sank onto the inner part of your cheek as you let out a hissing breath. Nails digging into the palm of your hands as you turned to him.

Frustrated, sad and-and angry.

Angry that this whole situation came about and that you were being pushed once again to listen. To understand. That what happened was always going to happen.

But part of you... part of you wanted to listen. To hear his explanation and get rid of the ever-growing pit of abyss in your chest. To listen and understand what he did. That it never really was between you and her. That you were enough and that, that.... he would choose you.

However, you knew it was too late for something like that to occur. He had chosen her. Just as everyone else did, just as everyone always will.

You were never and will never be anyone's first choice. Especially when your sister was an option. Especially when you were just simply you. Not something greater or grander like she was, like others will be.

So, you need to make a choice. Hear him out, listen to the same story you've heard hundreds of times before or sit in the unknowing. Questioning whether or not it actually was the same, whether or not you weren't enough. Questioning if he really did choose her over you.

And you weren't exactly good with questions, with curiosities and wonderings. But you were tired of hearing all the reasons your sister was better...

Maybe this time will make you realize the truth. Maybe this time, hearing the words of devotion to your sister from someone who you so deeply loved and trusted would make you realize it will always be her. Maybe it will make you realize you need to stop hoping and wishing and wanting it to be you. Because in the end it never will be.

Swallowing, you relaxed your hand and jaw. Sinking onto the dusty ground with a sigh you shrugged.

"Fine, fine. Why the hell not, tell me your little sob story. I'll listen. I won't cry or shout or say you're lying. Tell me the truth and it will all be over."

He began pulling himself across the ground closer to you. You locked your jaw, wincing before going still.

"It- There- A misunderstanding occurred. I wish to rectify this, because... for a lack of superior terminology, it is not what you think."

You raised an eyebrow as he slid even closer to you, sweat beading on his brow. Mixing with the dust and dirt that clung to his face, sliding down his face drawing your eye to his face- his jaw and- no.

no

"Really now?" You sneered.

"Y/N-" He began and you rolled your eyes.

"Damian stop with the antics, call me as you usually do."

"... I regularly address you in this manner."

"Wha- no- wait..." You paused blinking a few times as faint memories raced across your mind, with his voice always calling you by your first name, "when did you stop calling me by my last name?"

"Is that what you truly wish to know?"

You took a risk and met his gaze, seeing the unwavering determination in his eyes. Almost as if he'd tell you anything you wanted to know.

"Y- no. No, just continue, continue please."

He paused for just a moment before nodding weakly and continuing, "When your sister first arrived in Gotham, I was... concerned. You had previously stated that your accounts could be biased. Therefore, I desired to comprehend the truth in your... contemptuous relationship. Thus, I enacted a strategy to ascertain your sister's true intentions."

Strategy... a plan-he- he wait

"You-you... you wanted to know what my sister wanted with me?"

Eyes still locked onto each other you watched him sigh heavily, his jaw locking as he readjusted himself.

"In essence, I yearned to distinguish if your belief is correct or if your judgment was clouded due to... past grievances."

He...wa-he wanted to know the truth. Was there really anything wrong with that? After all he wouldn't have come all this way if he... if he truly chose your sister.

Speaking of your sister... what- what did he find that made him- made him decide to lie to you??

"... And what exactly did you discover?"

At this he broke eye contact and your stomach dropped. You were wrong, you were wrong she wasn't trying to hurt you. She wasn't being cruel. oh lord what had you done-

"You- you... your perspective on the matter is accurate. Extensively accurate. In fact, according to my comprehension, your sister not only dislikes you- but she wishes to have you... under her control."

wait, you were right? You were right? Then- then what exactly was she trying to do? Why was she so cruel? Why did he use those methods to discover this?

"So, you're telling me that you flirted with and went on a date with my sister because you wanted to know what her intentions with me were?"

"That is correct."

"And... she hates me."

Damian winced as he attempted to slide even closer to you. It was then you realized how you were leaning back, shoulders straight, arms crossed and nails in palm. Tense you were so tense.

"Hardly, rather she- well rather it appears to me she is... envious of you."

This startled you. What, what on earth could he mean by envious?

"Envious?”

"Ugh, perhaps the word jealous provides more clarity."

"She's-... she's jealous of me?" You were barely able to get the words out as your shoulders sank and Damian's hand brushed against your leg.

He shifted once again, pulling himself so he was seated at your side. He was panting and his brow was soaked in sweat.

"That is how I have come to understand it."

It- none of this made any sense.

"Why?"

"As far as I was able to discern, she envy's your strength against society and peer's ideals on who you are and how you should behave."

He reached out, gently grabbing your hand and holding it in his own as you stared at the rubble surrounding the two of you. There was more silence when he squeezed your hand. You turned to him and he half heartedly gestured to his leg before remarking,

"Is this not when you scold me for causing further injury to myself? Better yet, why have you not voiced any complaints or objections to my actions?"

"Because you did it to yourself, who am I to tell you what to do?" You snorted rolling your eyes as you took his hand in return, "besides would you have actually listened to me?"

"I do not believe I would."

"Exactly."

For a moment or two, it almost felt as though everything was going back to the way it was supposed to be. In fact, you were just about to lean into him when a thought crossed your mind.

why did he hide it? Why did he not include you? Why keep it from you?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He was quiet and you swallowed, waiting for the weak explanation of how he realized he didn't like you all that much. Instead, you got,

"I- wished to inform you of my discoveries... but only after I obtained a method to prevent her from ever... from allowing her envy to create contention between the two of you."

Contention... wait-wait was- was he trying to protect you?

"You- you were trying to figure out how to prevent her from being mean to me?"

"I was attempting to, but... you ran away."

A heat of sorts rose up in your chest and burned away the fleeting sensation of relief and regret.

"I did not run away," You snapped, pulling your hand from his as you glared, "I left."

"I apologize," He said, his face pale as he reached out for you once again, "It seemed, at the time, that you were running."

It wasn't a wrong assumption exactly but... how- how did he-

"How did you find me?" You whispered.

"I- I will give you this information under an immovable condition."

You raised your head brow furrowed with suspicion rising in your throat, "And what is that?"

"You- you cannot act and must think through all I will tell. You must listen because there is much I will say."

Someone- someone had given you up. Someone had betrayed you...again.

"Fine."

"My... family, those who knew, would not even acknowledge your absence. So do not worry, they still hold your confidence in high regard."

You relaxed slightly, swallowing as a weight on your shoulders lifted. Making eye contact you raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"I searched for any trace and found none. It is my belief that Gordon erased your tracks... regardless I- i had begun to lose hope when... when Kent reached out to me."

You froze, your chest tightening as your nail instinctively stabbed into your palm. Biting your lip, you looked away as a heavy darkness clouded your mind. Clutching onto your shoulders and sinking into your skin as a pain of sorts danced across your veins.

"He was... concerned about my wellbeing. And soon, yours. He informed me he knew of your location, but it wasn't until he said you were looking gaunt- that it was evident not only with your action but with your appearance. You- he said-" Damian paused, swallowing as it seemed almost as if he was in pain as he continued, "you were suffering. And that though he did not wish to betray you, your welfare was far more important."

This was, this was odd. You had never experienced someone- someone doing something for your own good even though you were against it.

"Jon- Jon told you where I was because he was worried?"

"Yes, he- he ordered me to come to your side," Damian chuckled, "To explain and clarify what occurred. That he could not bear to see you in such a state for any longer."

"Ah... and you didn't originally tell me because-because you were trying to protect me?"

Damian blinked a few times, turning to you, confusion clinging to his features as you noted his flushed cheeks, more than likely due to his strenuous efforts to reach your side, "Pardon?"

"You approached my sister, trying to figure out what she wanted because you didn't want me to get hurt. You even wanted to come up with a plan to stop her from hurting me. So, you wanted to protect me."

He tilted his head and shrugged, eyes raking over your face as if he was taking it in for the first time.

"With it phrased in that manner, yes. It appears that way."

"why."

"What?'

"Why did you-" You hesitated faintly recalling Damian calling you friend and you stopped.

You knew why he did it. At least most of it. A better question to ask- a question ringing in your mind over and over again was,

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"I- I am afraid I do not understand."

"Why didn't you tell me you were planning on figuring out what my sister wanted? Why did you lie to me? Why did you hide this from me?"

"I feared it would harm you."

"How?"

"You- you tend to be... excessively sensitive with matters involving your sister. I did not want you to... worry whether or not your intentions or beliefs about what happened with your sister were incorrect."

You paused, something sparking in your chest. A light of hope or joy. Something warm and happy that began to spread, the fact he knew you well enough to know you'd think that way-

But it didn't entirely make sense.

Damian would usually be there with you shaking his arms crossed as he sighed at your thoughts. Saying something along the lines of "you need not think that way. While I loathe to admit it, I made mistakes as well. And as Father has said, to make mistakes is human.... though I doubt he himself follows this proverb."

Looking him over you raised your head, eyes once again narrowed. Suspicion-a light more curious suspicion- rose up on your skin. Itching and crawling as confusion clouded your mind.

"What doesn't make sense."

He blinked, looking to you his brow furrowed pain etched into his face as he let out a ragged breath.

"I would appreciate some elaboration."

"That reason doesn't make sense."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You-... just as well as you know me Damian, I know you. And I know that me being worried I was wrong about my sister is not a good enough reason you'd keep that plan from me."

He faltered, wincing as he avoided your eyes, "It- at the time it appeared to me that you were... compromised emotionally due to your sister's unexpected arrival. I did not want to-to pressure you more with this... scheme of mine."

You snorted, crossing your arms as you gave him an irritated and amused look.

"Damian, even after my grandma died, who I was really close with. After I got back from her funeral, you still felt the need to tell me I was lacking when on patrol."

He shifted, eyes drifting away from you, his jaw locked.

"I do not understand how that circumstance and the present conversation connect."

"You are lying to me right now. I don't know why, and I honestly don't really care. I just want the truth."

He breathed out a heavy sigh before meeting your gaze, "I have grown a great deal since then. I now better understand what is appropriate and what is not."

"Damian."

Something stirred in you, it ached that he was still lying and-and you couldn't understand why. You didn't care about why truthfully. As long as you knew the truth, he could keep all the secrets about why he had lied that he wanted.

"I am telling you the truth." He seethed.

"I don't believe you; it doesn't make sense."

"Y/N-"

"Why would you do that?" You threw your hands up, shaking your head in confusion, that ache turning into a burning flame" Why would you care all of the sudden-"

"BECAUSE I HAVE AMOROUS FEELINGS FOR YOU!"

The flame went out and all of the anger and frustration disappeared in the blink of an eye. You tilted your head, confusion overtaking everything, "...what?"

"I have amorous feelings... for you."

Confusion grew and grew buzzing in your chest and throat. None of this made sense what- amorous, what in the hell did that mean?

"I- I don't understand, Damian what are you saying-"

He pressed on, "Just as you told me when saying goodbye, it hurts to see you in such a state-it burns me alive to harm you in any way because- because."

Your throat went dry the confusion beginning to fade, "Damian-"

"Because I am in love with you."

The world went still and you couldn't breathe. His words ringing over and over again in your mind.

Because I am in love with you

I am in love with you

love

A faint shifting sound caused you to let out a breath, air flushing in and out of your lungs.

"You-you... what?"

"I, myself, do not fully comprehend the scope of these... emotions. However, I am not going to deny them any longer."

His voice dropped, and he reached out, taking your hands in his, pulling you in closer.

"I am in love with you, when I heard you say that you felt the same and-and that I had hurt you. It nearly destroyed me. Especially since I could not fix my mistake. Especially because I could not comfort you. I could not even see your face. But your voice- I heard all the pain and sorrow I had caused." He released your hands and cupped your face pressing his forehead against yours, "Knowing I had done that in an attempt to keep you safe- that it was all my fault... I have not slept since you left. I have not ate- I have not lived since you left me."

You swallowed heat racing across your cheeks as you met his gaze. That longing you saw earlier burning so much brighter. The regret and sorrow swirling in between his eyes as you felt the tremble in his grip.

"I regret every action of mine that led me here- that hurt you. And I ask you to forgive me for my lunacy-for my arrogance and stupidity."

Head spinning you breathed slowly, confused and-and happy. He- he hadn't betrayed you.

"Seeing you once again-I... " He paused, shifting his grip, "I could not breathe for a moment. You- you were so stunning standing before me.... I understand if you-you feel different, but I beg of you. Please let me stay by your side. I care not if it is in Gotham or here. I- I am certain that without you- without your mere presence I will not survive."

In fact, he was always on your side. Always. He never chose he- it was- it was always you.

He chose you

You

You squeezed your eyes shut, heart hammering in your chest as your eyes burned and something warm slipped down your cheek.

"Oh-ah I- I apologize. I did- I did not intend-"

Something bubbled in your stomach almost making you laugh at his worry and frantic words that happened merely because of a few tears.

"Damian I'm okay," You whispered, opening your eyes seeing the panic on his face as you sniffed, "Happy- these are happy tears."

"oh- I... so you are not angry with me?"

"No- no I'm happy," You replied wiping away your tears, "happy I was wrong, happy you feel the same and-and..."

Damian went still and you pressed your head fully against his closing your eyes.

"I love you Damian, I still do. And- I-i... I accept your apology. It will take time for me to-to be comfortable once again but... I am willing to try-try at something more."

Opening your eyes, you felt your face flush even darker as you could see the pure and utter joy on his face. He leaned in and you did as well, eyes beginning to flutter when there was a crash of sorts.

Your eyes flew open, and you found just a few feet away from where you and Damian sat was now a hole. A gaping hole that led outside-into the clear open air and warmth. Just outside of the hole a figure floated faint streams of light catching to reveal colors to you.

Red and Blue.

Weakly laughing you raised a hand, "uh, ha, Hey Supes."

There was silence for a moment and Superman floated into the small alcove of rubble and dust. He looked at the two of you and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you both alright?"

You nodded slowly before hesitating, "Uh no- no."

You turned to Damian who was very pale and clinging to you. Swallowing you gestured to his leg turning back to Superman.

"His leg- it got caught under some stuff when we got stuck here. I think it might be broken or something."

There was a moment of silence before Superman flew closer to the two of you and in a second, he had pulled the two of you into his arms.

It was a matter of moments before you were outside, the sun bright as he set the two of you down. Pointing towards the paramedics nearby.

"You can get help there."

"Thank you!" You said with a smile as you grabbed onto Damian's arm.

Superman nodded with a smile before taking off, probably to help others. Damian half shuffled towards you wincing slightly and you began to reach for him when he said under his breath,

"And here I was desiring the opportunity to rescue you."

A heat rushed over you, and it almost seemed as if your body moved on its own. Your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt as you pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his.

There were a few moments, with your lips pressed against his, where nothing happened. Then, in an instant, with a wince of pain and body shaking, he grabbed onto your arm and kissed you back.

Heart, hammering you pulled away, almost panting as a slight feeling of regret coating your throat. Looking at his face you found a dazed look and released his shirt. Almost instantly he began tumbling towards the ground. Arms shooting out you captured him, pulling him close.

He winced muttering curses as he used your shoulder to pull himself up. Looking around you found people staring phones up and lights flashing.

"Oh shit," you whispered.

Damian shifted and you realized he wanted to move. Slowly walking half carrying him you began your trek towards the paramedics. Leaning against you he began muttering things,

"They will be relentless in their mockings for months."

Rolling your eyes, you steadied him, his head resting on your shoulder as you moved closer to the paramedics.

"Is it, all of this, the teasing and pain... is it all worth it?"

Shifting so he could look at your you he smiled, eyes locked on your face a soft and warm gaze- so heartfelt and yearning as he replied,

"If I am with you? Always."

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[siltyriver]

𝐃𝐏𝐱𝐃𝐂 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐈𝐏 — ‘𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’ ᴘᴛ. 2

part 1

“Hey- wha- Danny!” Jason yelled in panic and jerked forward, hands on the ledge to look down and body ready to vault after his idiot as quickly as he could, but was stopped by a familiar cackle, a sudden burst of light, and Danny himself standing, no floating, in front of him with stark white hair and green eyes that were quite literally glowing.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck,” he parroted his thoughts. His lips still tingled from where Danny had pressed his own against them and it was all together enough to make his brain short circuit.

“Yeah, so, uh, hi?” Danny waved lamely which turned into even lamer jazz hands, “Surprise?”

Jason blinked. And blinked again. “What the fuck,” he repeated again, this time with feeling. Danny winced a little and launched into an explanation.

“So, you know I died? Well, apparently while I was dying my DNA was also being infused with, like, a shit ton of ectoplasm which made sure I didn’t all the way die but I also didn’t come all the way back and ended up as half-ghost half-living — halfa is actually the term we use, but that’s not super important right now —” his words were nearly blending together with how fast he was trying to explain, “And, oh! I can transform at will and have been fighting ghosts since I was fourteen because they come through the same portal that I well, you know, died in, and I may also have some super cool powers and technically be King-to-Be of the Infinite Realms because I beat the last King in combat and inherited the throne, sooooo,” Danny finally stopped his word vomit. “Questions?” He finished meekly.

Jason stared and stared before tilting his head back and groaning. “Of fucking course my boyfriend would be a fucking ghost king. I am never going to live this down.” He scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to see Danny grinning lopsidedly at him. “What now?” He asked warily, suddenly feeling like a long nap would do him wonders and, really, the concrete roof was absolutely not the worst place he’d slept on before, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea—

Danny floated closer and Jason’s attention was stolen by the fact that his legs had transformed into a trail of… mist? Gas? What were ghosts even made of? Jason didn’t know but the sight was disconcerting and a little more than a bit distracting, especially paired with the skin-tight suit that had taken place of Danny’s usual baggier clothing. He took it all in with fascination and still a hint of disbelief.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

His eyes shot back up to Danny’s green ones and he flushed a bit at how close he had gotten without Jason noticing. He pinched his lips together when the question sunk in.

Well, in for a penny and all that.

Danny’s grin widened even more but Jason didn’t give him the time nor satisfaction to say something witty; he gave into his desires and cupped Danny’s face, noting both how strange it was to not have to lean down whatsoever to look Danny in the eyes (since he was still, y’know, floating) and how cold his skin was (Danny had always ran cold, but this was different, like the complete absence of any underlying heat that blood and skin produced).

Danny’s grin morphed into something softer and surprised, as if Jason had caught him off guard. Good. See how he likes it.

“Yes,” Jason stated, voice a bit gruff but soft between them, and Danny’s eyes darted back to his own from where they had been staring at Jason’s lips. Score. “Boyfriend,” and then, because he was a gentleman, thank you very much: “Only if you want, of cour—“ Jason was cut off by another press of lips on his own, only this time he was prepared and held on tighter, not letting Danny pull back as quickly.

Their lips stayed pressed together, soft and gentle and it made Jason ache with something fierce. He wasn’t used to tenderness. He wasn’t used to getting what he wanted. He wasn’t used to anyone wanting him back.

When they finally pulled away it was only to lean their foreheads against each other. Danny let out a breathless laugh and nudged his nose against Jason’s in a way that made his stomach flip at the casual affection. “Yes,” Danny said with another quick peck to Jason’s lips, “Boyfriends.”

Jason couldn’t stop the small, crooked grin if he had even wanted to try (and he really, really didn’t). It had been a long time since he had felt this good. This happy. Sure, he’d gotten a lot better in the past couple of years since he came back full of boiling green rage and the itch for violence at his fingertips, but Danny was the one to make him want to be better. Jason finally wanted to come back to himself, to allow himself the grace to forgive and be forgiven and move towards a future that wasn’t bathed in blood and tainted by the Pit Rage. He wanted a better relationship with his family. He wanted to do his city proud. And he wanted Danny by his side through it all, apparent Kingly status and everything.

“Good,” Jason said, drinking in the sight of Danny’s own giddy grin that showed off the longer and more pointed canines that Jason was definitely not imagining dragging along his skin. No siree. He shuddered, and it was definitely from the cold that Danny radiated. Nothing else.

Danny seemingly felt the shiver and pulled back a little more and with a flash of light he was back to his messy black hair and blue eyes, standing on the ledge with his arms around Jason’s shoulders much like they were before he had tried to give Jason a heart attack earlier. The temperature warmed a few degrees and Jason noted the fact to ask about later. “Good,” Danny parroted and then let out a little sigh, “Though, we really do need to talk about this so you actually know what you’re getting into. There’s… there’s a lot I need to explain.”

Jason nodded in agreement. He couldn’t imagine that anything Danny had to tell him would change the way he felt, but he would very much like to know everything. “My place or yours?”

Danny grinned mischeivously, “What, not the Batcave? The sooner I disclose my identity to all your bats the less chance of me slipping that I know and being hunted for sport, right? Plus, I think I could use Batman and Red Robin’s help on a couple of things assuming they’re amenable.”

Jason shook his head immediately, not wanting to imagine how the conversation would go with his entire family there to harass them without them being a hundred percent prepared (and very curious about what exactly Danny could need Bruce and Tim’s help with).

“Absolutely not. I’m not letting that conversation happen with you there until I know they can all behave themselves and not be asses about it. Jason was especially worried about Bruce’s reaction considering the man’s trust issues and his invasive need to pry and leave no stone left unturned. His siblings would be nosy and insufferable with their teasing but at least Jason was used to their antics and could shield Danny from the worst of it by giving them the short rundown before the full question panel had to happen. No, better for Jason to learn it all first and be able to prepare them both for the inevitable shitshow.

Danny shrugged, “Probably best to go to my place anyway; I stole a bunch of tech from my parents and it’s way easier to explain everything with some visual examples.”

Jason arched a brow, “What kind of tech?”

Danny’s grin was down right devilish as he transformed once more with a flash of light and held out an inviting hand as he floated a few feet away from the ledge, “How do you feel about going ghost hunting?”

Jason had a sudden feeling that Danny was going to be the death of him, but, strangley, the thought wasn’t nearly as frightening as it should have been. Maybe Danny was onto something when he said dying once really put things into persepctive. After all, there were much worse ways to go.

He confidently stepped onto the ledge and grabbed the offered hand tightly, “Bring it on, Ghost King.”

[beomcoups]

More Than You Know

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: werewolf!Vernon x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, angst, horror au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18)+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (giving and receiving), fingering cursing, mention of a shotgun and blood, minor character death (I made sure not to make it graphic)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A night of fright is no delight, as your boyfriend harbors a secret that changes the trajectory of your lives. 

𝐀𝐍: This is for the Halloween event hosted by @kpopsblackcreatorsociety with the full moon prompt. thank you sooooo much to @hobeemin and @wooahaeproductions for reading this over me at the last minute 🖤

Taking naps with Vernon had become one of your favorite pastimes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his hand conveniently placed on your butt so he could wake up and grab it whenever he liked. His scent was warm, with a hint of spice that left you feeling invigorated around him. He brought a stillness to your spirit, a light to your soul like a burning candle in the dark. You could depend on him; he had never let you down. He was the perfect guy. There’s just one problem: he is a werewolf.

It’s a secret you have kept to yourself for almost a year now. You weren’t sure how Vernon thought you couldn’t figure it out since you have a master's in mythology and surround yourself with folklore all day long as the professor of folklore in your small town. You noticed that he had to “work late” every full moon, and sometimes he would come home with bruises all over him. Vernon did security at the local club in your small town, so you first thought he got into scuffles with drunks. But one night, you went to surprise him at his old house, and he was in mid-transformation. His backbones formed into one of an animal, and you got the hell out of dodge before he fully developed. You weren’t sure if he could control himself once in that feral state, but you weren’t stupid enough to find out. He doesn’t know that you know these things, and you aren’t sure how to bring it up to him. It’s awkward for you and especially for him, as you know it’s hereditary. You only know the history that he has told you and what you have dug up in the archives at the local library. Your relationship is solid, and you are in love with him, but in the back of your mind, you wonder if he would ever hurt you. You had to prepare yourself for that with silver bullets if it happened. 

“Hey.” Vernon mutters something unintelligible that makes you giggle, his lips barely brushing against your forehead. Not wanting to get out of his embrace, you reluctantly move his arm from across your body, slowly getting up and grabbing your phone. You look at the time and curse, realizing it's a quarter until seven, and you overslept. You meant to make him dinner before he headed out for the evening; you try to do what you can to make nights during the full moon a bit easier for him. It’s the least you can do to care for him without him knowing, you know. I guess I can make him a steak, you think to yourself as you brush your teeth. You are so lost in thought about tonight’s worries that you don’t notice Vernon get out of bed, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you pout, rinsing your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” His sweet voice pulls at your heartstrings. “You do enough for me as it is.”

He turns you around, kissing you amorously, his manly hands sliding up your butt and squeezing it nicely. His thumb flirts with the hem of your shorts, sending chills through your body as he pulls them down and exposes your bare bottom. His eyes widen at the pretty sight, slowly getting on his knees and coming face with your center. Vernon loves it when you don’t wear any panties, as it gives him an excuse to eat you out whenever he wants. “Why do you do this to me?” He whispers, licking his lips. “Because you like it.” Your mouth curves into a mischievous grin as you feel him greet your clit with his tongue, a sigh of satisfaction escaping your lips. Your hand caresses the back of his head as he takes care of you, sucking on you like a starved, dehydrated man. He cares for you so well, holding your legs with his hands without losing his grip. Maybe it is the beast in him that has him eating you so well, but you aren’t complaining.  “Vernon,” you moan. “ I love you.”

This was his way of showing he loved you back, eating you out sweetly but rough enough to send you to the clouds. His nails start to dig into your thighs, lapping up your juices with some of it dripping down his chin. You feel good, light as a feather, as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Do you like the way I take care of my girl?” His voice is sultry, taunting you as your legs start to shake.

“Y-yes,” you nod desperately. “You are the best I’ve ever had.”

Feeling him smirk against your inner thigh, you gasp when he slips his fingers inside, moving them in a way that drives you crazy. Your own fingers are entangled in his hair, and your whimpers and moans serenade your bathroom until you reach your peak shortly after. You keep grinding your hips to his movements until your body forces you to stop. Vernon finds this amusing, watching you babble incoherently while he stands you up and slowly takes off your clothes. He always said you looked so cute when you came, and all he wanted to do was protect you like you were a doll. How can you not fall in love with a guy like that? I’d fall in love with him! “I love you,” he kisses your temple. “But I gotta shower and head out the door. Let’s take a shower together.” You nod as he turns on the shower head, getting in first and letting the water hit your body. He comes in shortly after, his defined abs flexing with every movement he makes. You love Vernon enough not to let him leave the house unsatisfied, so you take it upon yourself to get on your knees and suck his cock until he fills your mouth with his cum. His rough strokes and needy whines make you feel you’re wanted in a way like no one else would be able to do this better than you can. It’s arrogant, you know it, but to be quite honest, you didn’t give a damn. He finishes, leaving playful kisses all over your face, giving you a temporary distraction about the impending full moon and whether he will be okay. It’s not an ordinary moon, as it's called the Hunter’s Moon. Legend has it that the moon is bright and long enough for the hunter to stalk its prey. You look outside the window; the yellow orb shines like a beacon in the darkness. The trees sway with the wind, sending a chill down your spine that feels unnatural. You quickly leave the shower, change into comfortable sweats and a tank top, and head downstairs to locate your gun. You feel relieved finding it where you last left it, a pump action shotgun you hid behind your bookshelf that you could grab in case of emergency. You hate feeling like you are in survival mode, but if there is anything that your masters in mythology taught you, it is that you have to expect the unexpected. “Babe.” You meet Vernon in the living room, where he is dressed for “work” in loose-fitted clothes and a taser gun in his holster. You feel uneasy, a sickening pit in your stomach like something will go wrong tonight. If only you could talk to him about what you know, it would make you feel better about this situation. “I need your help with my shoe,” he announces, pointing at his right foot. “Wha—” Before you can register what’s happening, Vernon pulls you into his lap, kissing you passionately as if he were going on a long trip. You instantly melt in his arms, your heart swelling with the amount of love you have for him. “I love you, okay?” he whispers. “I know,” you clear your throat. “Be careful out there, please. Come home to me in one piece.” He nods, walking out the door and pulling out of the driveway. You occupied yourself while Vernon was gone by cleaning your house from top to bottom and baking a devil’s food cake.

You don’t bake often, but you need a distraction from tonight, and this was the best you could think of. Watching TV didn't work, as every channel was related to something supernatural or Halloween-related. You took your sweet time baking this treat, smoothing the chocolate frosting over each cake layer. Vernon will love this, you thought to yourself as you set it out on the counter. Chocolate was his favorite thing in the world, and you wanted him to eat something that felt like home after a long night.

By the time you finished everything, it was well past midnight. Several yawns and another shower later, you collapse on the bed from fatigue. Silence takes over your space; you can’t even hear a cricket. Please, god, bring him home safe, you prayed as you cuddled into your blanket. Your wish couldn’t have been more ominous as a mist starts to circle the moon.

BANG! A crash came from outside, followed by scrapes and bangs, waking you from deep slumber. You fumble around in the dark, locating your phone and looking at the time. Great, it's almost five, you grumble as you put on your slippers. The obnoxious noise gets louder as you go downstairs, irritating you further as you have dealt with raccoons digging in your trash before. You survey your living room and kitchen, ensuring the noise isn’t coming from inside. You amble to your back door, flipping the switch on to give yourself more light. However, the lightbulb flickers and sparks before it goes out completely. Your paranoia kicks in, and your heart beats faster. You have seen enough scary movies to know what could happen. Grabbing a bat next to the door, you peek out of the window, your hand slowly turning on the knob. Waiting a few more seconds, you swing the door open, ready to face what awaits you outside. “Hello?” You call out. Nothing. Silence. You slowly walk around your property, holding your breath until you locate the knocked-over trash cans with yesterday’s lunch sprawled in the dirt. Irritated, you mumble profanities that would make Jesus blush and clean everything spilled. Earth and condiments are pressed deep in your fingernails, filling you with a disgust that disturbs your spirit. This isn’t how you wanted to start your day.

You slowly return to the house, that familiar chill taking over you again, followed by a musky scent. You cling onto the bat tighter, unable to shake this horrible feeling that something is out there, waiting for you at your door. Unfortunately, you were right, as a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, paired with menacing yellow eyes. It stepped closer to you; the moonlight revealed a hairy wolf with large teeth salivating at the mouth. “Oh FUCK!” You ran like hell, knowing your life was on the line. Debris kicked up from the ground as you ran in the opposite direction. The wolf pounces off the porch, running after you like a stalker has finally found its prey. Your adrenaline is pumping, and you know you are on borrowed time, but you are determined to live. No matter what. It catches up to you quickly, its footsteps getting louder until it eventually jumps over you, cornering you against the back of the house. It crouches as it prepares to attack, and you hold on to the bat for dear life, ready to knock its head off if you are lucky. The gnarly beast pounces, and you swing as hard as you can, missing its head by an inch, not because your aim sucks: but because another wolf attacked it. A brown wolf with a beautiful coat tackles the other, dragging it by its teeth away from you. Your eyes widen in shock, trying to register getting attacked by a wolf, let alone getting saved by another. You watch them go at it, taking each other's hits blow for blow, howling into the silent night. Scurrying from the house siding, you run back inside, grabbing your shotgun from behind the bookshelf. Breaking the action to make sure the bullets are still inside, you close it and run back outside, ready to face what’s ahead. Someone’s going to be leaving this Earth tonight, and it ain't gonna be me. 

You walk up to the wolves with a new resolve, aiming your gun at the wolf that attacked you. The brown one looks at you for a split second, a mistake he would pay for, as the other wolf bites him in the shoulder, letting out a blood-curdling whine. Its paw flings up in the air, revealing a heart-shaped mark you could recognize from anywhere. You could feel all the color drain from your face. “Vernon?” It whimpers in response, setting off a fire in your spirit you never knew you had. Aiming at the other wolf, you tuck the gun underneath your shoulder and pull the trigger, putting the ferocious beast down with one shot. The brown wolf managed to get up, blood oozing from its right side, though it looked like it was starting to heal. You collapse on the ground, and it limps over to you, affectionately rubbing its head against yours. “Vernon? Is that really you?” It grunts in response, and you shake your head, letting out a long sigh. “You never should’ve fucking left,” you say in frustration. He howls at the lowering moon, and you slowly rise, returning to your house and leaving Vernon. Even in your tired state, you still shower and scrub yourself clean of the battle you just endured. You think about the answers you now have to your theories, but now you have so many questions. How was Vernon able to keep his state of mind? And who was that wolf that attacked you in the first place? All these scenarios ran in your mind until dawn, and you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. You grab your gun reflexively, not letting it go until a familiar face walks through the door. 

“Baby, I’m sorry—” “Vernon, stop,” your voice is hoarse, fatigue finally catching up with you. “I know you are sorry, and we will definitely talk about it, but right now, I need some fucking sleep.” Setting the gun down, you climb into bed, grabbing your laptop to alert the proper channels that class will be canceled for today. You hear him get in the shower, and your heart sinks, feeling wrong about being snappy with him. But you still are shocked about everything that happened; it feels like a dream or a random True Blood episode. Maybe if he had told you what he was, you could’ve prepared yourself better. But you also get that telling someone this can be hard and scare them away. You feel like an asshole. Vernon gets out of the shower as you close out your computer, and you move over to let him in. You can tell this is bothering him, and despite being mad as hell and still not understanding everything, you still love him. “I won’t leave you, okay?” You assure him. Setting your head on his chest, you hear his heartbeat, an unusual melody that would alarm the average person: something Vernon is not. As he plays with your hair, you feel relaxed and eventually go back to sleep, too tired to figure out everything that happened this morning. 

[hapan-in-exile]

WIP Wednesday - Tales from the Dark Garden

New Mandalorian x Reader one shot from me

Hey there 👋 I’ve been traveling a lot lately and I won't be back home for a while yet…but, I kinda can’t believe how much I have missed writing and spending time with my characters. Made me realize how deeply I appreciate this creative outlet!! Thank you Tumblr

While I'm at the airport, I thought I'd post something in the works since I haven't been active in a few weeks. For folks who are reading my serialized Mando fic, don't worry—I did not abandon it!

The last installment I wrote for Hapan in Exile was all smut. It was also my most popular post! Give the people what they want? And apparently, now I can’t get enough of writing erotica. Sooooo…

I’m working on a one-shot set in the same universe as my ongoing series. A sort of non-canon spinoff that's just smut.

No plot. No character development. Just sex. I'm making fanfics of my own fanfic, basically. Very meta!

Below is a snippet of the first installment. Hope you enjoy!

I should be back to posting regularly in Aug. If I can get some time to finish this up in coffee shops while traveling, I will! That honestly sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon 😌 ✨

Tales from the Dark Garden 18+

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says disinterestedly, sliding the pile of neatly stacked credits into his waiting palm. “Please extend my gratitude to Boss Set’ki for his generous and timely payment.”

You watch him tuck the metallic ingots into one of the leather pouches sewn to his belt—right between the buckle and a string of explosive charges. There’s a dull thunk when the butt of his rifle knocks against the table’s edge as he turns to leave.

It's quite the arsenal. The bounty hunter certainly cast an imposing figure. 

It’s a miracle those shoulders made it through the hatch.  

You’d heard rumors from the other girls at Dark Garden about the fearsome Mandalorian who visited Mistress Anassa. This just happened to be one of those delightful twists gifted by the universe, where the real thing exceeds expectations. He was terrifying. And sexy as hell.

That first moment when you’d opened the door to see him standing there in full plate Beskar was a shock to the senses that would have reduced a younger Thuli into a stream of inane babbling. 

Good thing you had a lot of practice controlling your expression—the demands of professional decorum, after all. It would ruin your Mistress’s reputation if you started drooling over the customers.

The armor suited him. It accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, the strength in his forearms, and his powerfully muscular thighs. The belt slung low around his tapered waist, and the quilted canvas hinted at the taut abdominals concealed beneath.

All the adrenaline that surged through your body at the sight of his weaponry had  immediately transformed into excitement, raw and primal. 

This man made you feel…

Sweet gods, divine and merciful.

“Of course,” you smile, leaning forward to place your elbows over the polished tabletop so that your breasts rise enticingly. Lacing your fingers together, you gently rest your chin atop your knuckles. “I will happily deliver your compliments to my master.”

The Beskar gleamed in the candlelight despite an ashy layer of soot. From the state of him, he might have come straight from the lower levels where he’d tracked his quarry. Your eyes linger over the blood splattered across his helmet, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. What sort of violence had this man committed mere hours ago?

Arousal surges within you, fear and wanting intertwined. 

The gore and grime are a stark contrast to the lush surroundings. Draped in silk tapestries, with thick woolen rugs and brocade pillows, your shuttle interior was designed to be a sanctuary from the vulgar world outside. 

But you suspect the Mandalorian wrapped brutality around him as tightly as the cloak hanging from his neck. It would take a woman of considerable charm to remove either.  

Which is why Anassa chose you.      

“It is my honor to serve, Master Set’ki,” you reply, rising artfully from your chair and gesturing toward the lounge where you’ve laid out a modest tea service. “And my duty to please.”

The Mandalorian pauses midstep on his way to the door.

“Excuse me?” he asks, curiosity peaked.

Shrugging out of your robe, the silken fabric pools at your feet. You kneel onto the plush carpet before pulling back, sitting on your heels, and reaching for the enameled pot. “My master thought you would enjoy the companionship. A chance to indulge in softer luxuries before you return to the Outer Rim.” 

The Mandalorian’s helmet gives away nothing, but you can feel his eyes tracing over you.

Looking up at him through dark lashes, you explain, “The use of this ship—and myself—are yours for the night.” 

Despite the layers of cloth and metal, when he folds his arms across his chest, you see the muscles in his back ripple. He looked powerfully, almost aggressively masculine. Like someone who took what he wanted. 

And right now, he’s imagining taking you. 

The fear is still there, but by now, it had sharpened to anticipation so intense that it ached. 

“That won’t be necessary,” he says firmly. Yet, his words did not match his actions. Instead of continuing on his path toward the door, he turns to face you, uncrossing his arms to hold them at his sides.  

Is he simply nervous? Sometimes, warriors hardened on the battlefield liked to yield dominance in the bedroom. Maybe you should try throwing him against a wall and climbing him like a tree. 

No. If submission was his preference, Anassa would have chosen someone else—Katlin with her barbed whips or Bat’ya with her cruel tongue. 

You need to coax him without pushing. The subtle art of persuasion. 

Let’s start with coy seduction. 

Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you toss your hair just so, sending shimmering waves down your back. You twist gracefully at the waist until your bodice gapes, revealing the generous contours of your body.  

“Think of it as a reward,” your voice is supple as the velvet cushions surrounding you on the floor. “Someone to take care of you. My only desire is your comfort and pleasure.”

With that, you pour the tea and walk over to him, proferring a cup.

“That is indeed generous,” the Mandalorian cocks his head. “But I usually find more comfort in solitude.”

Yet, again, he makes no attempt to leave, accepting the cup from your hand graciously. Worn leather caresses your skin as your fingers brush against each other, reaching around the warm porcelain. The jaw of his helmet lifts, and you catch a glimpse of bronze skin and coarse black hair while he raises the cup to his lips.

Surprisingly full lips.

What did he mean by offering resistance? Was this a challenge? Some test of your professional acumen?  

A skilled courtesan is, above all else, a student of human nature and hidden desires. She must know what her clients want before they speak the words. Before they know it themselves. This Mandalorian wanted to be…tempted. 

Timidity would yield nothing. 

You arch an eyebrow, “I have never known a man who preferred solitude to my company.” Then, you stare directly into the jet-black surface of his helmet’s visor. Meeting his gaze, you place a delicate hand over his chest plate and fill your voice with honey, “Let tonight be a rare exception to the usual.” 

The Beskar feels cool against your palm and the pads of your fingertips. You hadn’t realized how flushed you’d become with your heart beating this fast. The insistent yearning between your thighs matches each pulse coursing through your veins.

“I am here to satisfy your needs. Whatever the Mandalorian desires is his for the taking.” 

While the bounty hunter remains stubbornly silent, you can hear his breathing grow shallow through the modulator.

Having made your supplication, you draw back. “If it is tranquility the Mandalorian desires, perhaps I could play the valachord or sing for him?” 

“Sing?” he huffs, sounding amused. It’s funny, hearing the smirk on his lips.

Well, at least he’s not completely immune to your charm. 

“Pleasure takes many forms,” you say, flashing him a demure smile. “As such, we courtesans are skilled in many arts. I’ve been told my voice is exceedingly lovely. And I know all the Twelve Ballads of Kiergaard.”

You shift onto the edge of a thick cushion to pour yourself some tea. When you raise the cup to your lips, the look of elegant femininity slips—just for a moment, so he can see the earnest hunger filling your gaze. You fix him with your most smoldering stare, “Though I can certainly think of other ways to please you with my mouth.”

The tea tastes bitter on your tongue, but you hardly notice, waiting for his reaction.

The Mandalorian says nothing as he pulls the rifle over his head, settling it against the door frame. He walks over in a slow saunter that makes his hips dip and sway. Slowly, he extends his hand to take your face in his leather fingers, lifting up your chin. 

“You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Your breath catches in your throat. A wave of arousal courses through your body, emanating from your clenching belly until it ripples over every surface of your skin, pinching your nipples.

“If the Mandalorian—” but he cuts off whatever beguiling line you intended. 

“I thought this was about what I wanted?” he demands.

Suddenly, you’re too flustered to speak, confused by the sudden shift in dynamic. All his polite reticence had been an act. He was done testing you. He wanted to assert dominance. 

In answer, you lower your gaze.

“That’s right,” he says cooly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re remembering what you’re for.” The Mandalorian takes the cup from your hands and tosses it aside. “There’s no more need to talk. Don’t open your mouth unless I tell you.” 

Then he reaches down to his belt and unbuckles it. 

And to think you worried he’d be too self-conscious for roleplay. This is going to be so good.

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to be continued...

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Heeeeey dreamerzzz fans

um, I wrote a thing because the ao3 tag is, uh, in shambles (cries) to put it buuut anyways I’ll put the story under the cut if you wanna read it here

Summary: Sooooo, ig I kind of have it in my au that Cooper’s been in love with Mateo for forever but I thought it’d be funnier if he accidentally confesses instead doing some serious reveal Thus This

Additional Tags:

First dreamzzz fic woo! I have no idea what I’m doing Wrote this on a whim. - logan is only there for cameo points, Cooper has implied anxiety, Mateo goes non verbal for a little bit, Aged-Up Character(s), But it’s not specifically said how old they are, Crack turned hurt/comfort, trigger warning for a slight mention of drowning, Love Confessions, accidental love confession, t for light swearing, No beta we die like Lunia, Fluff, Physics bashing

— — —

Mateo chewed on the nail of his thumb as he mulled over the physics homework on the table in front of him as Logan, who sat across from him, did the same. Well Logan was less doing homework and more rocking out to an air guitar. 

Cooper was also at the table with the two only he had finished his work about fifteen minutes ago and was now engrossed with a video game on his phone. 

Mateo sighed and took his eyes off his paper. He was starting to understand why Cooper insisted that physics wasn’t a real thing, it honestly kind of sucked. 

Maybe he just needed a quick comic break. 

Mateo turned in his seat so he could more easily zip open his backpack and pull out his tablet. Z-Blob greeted him as the slime was able to see light again. 

“Hey bud,” 

Mateo looked around and seeing that no one else was in that part of the library, reached into his bag and pulled out his tablet. Z latched on to his arm as he reached in and when Mateo pulled his arm back out Z-Blob came with. 

Z-Blob flopped to the table and looked down at the pages of homework he had landed on as Mateo set his tablet down only for the slime to shake himself as if he was disgusted by the papers. 

Mateo snickered, “Yeah homework is pretty gross,” 

Z-Blob looked down at the homework again before looking up and pointing his head in Cooper’s direction. 

“Hm?” Mateo hummed, cocking his head to the side in confusion. 

The slime looked back down at the page for a third time. He then hopped off the paper towards Cooper and pointed his head again. 

Finally it clicked what Z-Blob was trying to communicate. 

“Ooooohhhhh,” Mateo said, picking up his pencil and glancing at his paper to see which questions he still had to answer, “Hey Coop?” 

“Yeah?” Cooper wondered, not taking his attention off his phone. 

“What is Mach Number?” Mateo quizzed, preparing himself to write down the answer. 

“Mach number gives the ratio of the speed of the object to the speed of sound in the fluid. It's formula is m equal u over c and it was figured out by a guy named Ernst Mach,” Cooper muttered. 

Mateo grinned and scribbled down what Cooper had told him, “Thank you,” 

“Yeah, no problem. Love you too,” Cooper responded in the same somewhat out of it voice he’d been using. 

All in the span of a couple seconds many things ended up happening. Logan instantly started laughing as red sprang to Mateo’s face as he dropped his pencil and put his head in his hands to hide the blush. Cooper seemed to mentally blue screen for a second before he realized what he had said and started to stutter out swears and apologizes. 

Logan threw back his head as he laughed, “PFFFFF HA, BRO WHY’D YOU ADMIT TO THAT DURING HOMEWORK TIME!? HAHA!” 

“I don’t- I DONT KNOW! It-it just slipped out!” Cooper shot back trying to deflect only to let his head drop in embarrassment, “Mateo I’m so sorry! I didn’t-!” 

“It’s fine!” Mateo squeaked. 

Cooper groaned and grabbed his hoodie hood to throw it over his head. He pulled on the drawstrings and the opening of his hood shrunk so half of Cooper’s face was no longer visible and then Cooper face planted into the table. 

Logan kept on laughing for a bit before it died out to just the occasional snicker but Mateo had mostly tuned it out at that point as too many thoughts swarmed around in his head. 

Did he really just admit that? Cooper wasn’t actually in love with him right? There was no way they were at that point in their relationship yet! 

A nervous laugh came from Cooper and he abruptly stood where he swung his bag over his shoulder. 

“I’m going to drown myself in the bay now,” He announced before speed walking behind the nearest bookcase and disappearing. 

Logan sniffed as his snickers died completely, “Hey, did he just—“ 

Mateo was already shoving his things into his bag to go after Cooper however. He was only slightly concerned that Cooper might actually try and drown himself so most of his urgency came from the fact that he didn’t want to end things on note that had just happened. 

“Come on Z-Blob,” Mateo told his green little friend as he picked him up, “Let’s go catch up to Cooper.” 

Logan blinked, “Wha-bro! You just gonna leave me here?” 

Mateo gave Logan a look that he hoped came off as more curious than pissed, “You can come if you want, I never said you couldn’t.” 

Logan stared at Mateo with his weird beast like stare for a moment before shrugging, “I was just being dramatic, this doesn’t really seem to need us getting involved,” and just as Logan started to lean back in his chair to relax he stopped and added, “Ai, you probably know this but physical contact will help keep him from going off to anxiety land.” 

Mateo nodded sharply, “Noted,” 

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Mateo had to admit that keeping up with someone as tall as Cooper was an exercise in and of itself. By the time Mateo had even managed to find him Cooper was already all the way down the street heading in the direction of the park. 

After spending a few blocks closing the distance between them Mateo called out, “COOPER! Wait up!” 

Cooper tensed at that, his shoulders rasing, and instead of slowing down he started walking faster. 

Mateo groaned, add physical activity to the list of things he hated. 

“Hey! Cooper! Cooper stop!” Mateo yelled, deciding to take the speaking approach instead of continuing to chase after him, “I just wanna talk!” 

Cooper slowed slightly but he still wasn’t stopped completely.

A sour taste grew in Mateo’s mouth, god this was starting to remind him of something he’d much rather forget. In spite of it though Mateo called out, “Don’t run away from me again! Please!” 

That stopped Cooper in his tracks but it left Mateo with a growing guilty feeling that made his gut churn. 

Mateo hurried over to Cooper and once he was within an arm's length away he grabbed Cooper’s fisted hand in his own and rounded around to face Cooper. 

Cooper’s face was scrunched up like he was in physical pain but Mateo couldn’t blame him, they were no doubt remembering the same thing. 

Of course that’s when Mateo’s words failed him, but he couldn’t just say nothing! 

Mateo growled at himself why was drawing and writing so much easier than talking? Why couldn’t he just make this a comic and explain to Cooper everything he wanted to? Izzie was so much better at words than him. 

“‘Teo?” Cooper asked. 

Mateo grit his teeth together but rather than force himself to meet Cooper’s eyes he let go of Cooper’s hand and pulled him into a hug. 

Cooper stiffened but as the hug continued he seemed to melt into Mateo’s grip and hugged him back just as tight. 

“Words… suck,” Mateo grumbled. 

Cooper only hummed and buried his face into Mateo’s hair where he pressed a kiss. 

“Yeah I know, they love betraying you,” Cooper agreed.  

Mateo nodded and then pulled away slightly, “But did—“ 

Damn words. 

Luckily Cooper picked up on what Mateo was trying to ask, “I do, I do love you.” 

Mateo couldn’t help the small quiver that came to his lips, he felt like if he smiled too wide he’d start crying. So he buried his face back into Cooper’s chest and squeezed as hard as he could. Maybe he’d never have the words to convey what he was feeling but Mateo was pretty sure Cooper knew him well enough to know. 

[melishade]

prompt #25

This ask game

TFP Kids in AOP. Jack, Miko, and Raf doing something nice for the Survey Corps

Sasha could smell it and it was distracting her. She was consistently sniffing the air, the ground, the walls. Where was that damn smell coming from?!

The 104th stared in confusion at Sasha's manic gestures. They wanted to know what was going on, but they were afraid to ask.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked as he approached the 104th in his holoform with Hanji and Levi.

"Sasha's acting like some rabid animal," Jean answered lamely.

"Quite manic," Hanji commented before their gaze turned to the crowd, "Odd, I thought Jack, Miko, and Raf would be with you guys."

"I thought you kidnapped Raf again and Jack and Miko had to chase you down," Eren retorted dryly.

"Hey!" Hanji was offended at the jab, but Levi shook his head, signaling them to accept defeat. They shouldn't have even tried that in the first place.

Sasha snapped her head upwards and grinned. "I got you."

Sasha made a mad dash towards the kitchen, prompting the others to follow her. When Sasha reached the kitchen door and swung it wide open, she took a step forward. But she yelled as a rope snagged around her ankle and hoisted her upside down in the air. Sasha yelled in frustration, trying her best to get down but to no avail. The Survey Corps were surprised to see Sasha dangling like that, but their gaze fell to what was inside.

Jack, Miko, and Rafael were hard at work in the kitchen. Jack seemed to be keeping a close eye on a pot of chopped potatoes boiling over a fire, stirring it over and over again with a wooden spoon. Miko was peeling potatoes with a knife, seemingly whistling a tune in the process. Meanwhile, Rafael was working over another fire, boiling some water and filtering some of the contents of the water out with paper. Atop the table at the center of the kitchen rested a tray of potatoes cooked very differently compared to what they were used to. It wasn't boiled at all, and it looked like it was chopped into tiny sticks, or fried into small circles. They spotted both oil and salt on the table next to the stuff, but how they got the oil was clearly a mystery. They saw different vegetables on the table as well, clearly they were experimenting with something.

Rafael stopped what he was doing and noticed Sasha hanging from the trap. "Oh, that was meant for Hanji."

"Stop making jabs at me!" Hanji ordered.

"Stop trying to kidnap me," Rafael stated.

"It's probably good that this is holding Sasha," Connie proclaimed.

"Connie get me down from here! Let me enjoy paradise!" Sasha demanded.

"I'm not letting you hog whatever this is!" Connie yelled.

"What the hell is this anyway?" Levi demanded.

"While this world is cool when it comes to medieval spidermen and kaiju transformations," Miko began dramatically, the back of her hand over her head.

"We miss food from our world and the island's food is bland," Jack went straight to the point as he tapped the wooden spoon against the pot, "So we're making chips and fries with what we have."

"Chips and fries?" Armin questioned.

"It's just two different ways to cook potatoes," Jack explained, "I made french fries all the time back on Earth when I worked at a fast food place."

"We usually get chips already ready in bags and we're trying to add some flavor, like onions and limes, so a few of our attempts might be botched," Rafael warned, "At the very least, those Marleyan ships have quite a bit of food we can use."

"I want to try!" Sasha pleaded.

"Okie dokie!" Miko set down her peeled potato and snagged one french fry from the table. She walked over and kneeled down to Sasha's face before putting the french fry in her open mouth. Sasha gasped in shock at the saltiness and warmth of the fried potato. The huntress bawled tears of joy as she chewed the delicious treat.

"I'M IN HEAVEN!" Sasha sobbed.

"Hey, I want to try!" Jean exclaimed.

"Yeah, me too!" Connie agreed.

"Sooooo, what are you making?" Hanji slid over to Rafael with a sly grin.

Optimus watched from afar as the Survey Corps chatted and ate snacks with his old human allies. A few were helping Miko peel potatoes, some were listening to Jack talk about his old job as he got the fries out of the pot. And Rafael was explaining how to make salt with the ocean's water. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the 104th's faces turning sour at some of the potato chips with lime on them. However, the captain appeared to like the lime-flavored chips, taking a small bowl and chewing quietly. He did hear the captain grumble about a mess the food was making, but he didn't stop their fun. Sasha consistently tried to scarf down more fries and chips, but consistently had to be held back by Mikasa so everyone got their fair share.

"I'm curious," Hanji began as they grabbed the bottle of oil from the table, "How did you get this? Oil is extremely rare and meant for people in the inner circle. You've even used some salt, even though Rafael appears to be making some just fine."

"The better question is, Commandant." Miko approached the Commander before glaring at them, "Are you going to snitch on us?"

"Snitch on you about what?" Everyone was surprised at Levi playing dumb, but the captain merely continued to eat his fill, "It could use less salt."

(Okay, someone asked about 38, but the rest is free game!)

[kittenninja14]

Ninjago Recommendation #9

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Y'ALLL!!!!! THIS FIC IS SOOO CUTE!!!!

It takes place in the movie-verse but b4 the movie actually starts.

The summary:

Lloyd is an emphath meaning he can feel everyone's emotions. Sadly everyone hates him. But that doesn't stop him from giving comfort and love to others in a similar state like him.- starting with a certain blue-eyed boy.

YALLL!!! THIS FIC IS SOOOOO GOOODD!!! IT DEFINITELY IS A GIANT MUST READ!!!!

If y'all are Lloyd stans, this fic is purr-fect for you!! <33

This fic is overally (i just made a word!! :D) A-MEOW-ZING!!!

(And here’s a thing… I never just had off the “a-meow-zing” title to everyone. The fics that I really love get that token.)

Anyways, i gtg to do ELA and do a district assessment :')

wish me luck!! byeeeeee!!

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[sunfloo-wers]

Day 4! Painful transformation!

Hey Hyrule, you wanted to haunt the forests forever, right? Let’s hope so cause I’m not sure how the way back from this is!

Little guy! C:

I got echoes of wisdom today and completely forgot about whumptober in the face of what is basically “oooh shiny!” so this was a wee bit rushed but it’s here! Through like 3 different times where I wanted to just skip this day cause ow knuckles and wrists and owwww no move hands but I went a little less detail obsessive and was able to go easy on my hands and still get something done that I’m fairly happy with, so win-win! :)

no sketches today cause it was only some pen doodles of ideas that ended up almost nothing like the finished product sooooo

[apomaro-mellow]

Yeah, I haven’t watch Soul Eater in years but I saw this art by andnotelse and couldn’t help myself

The kids sat in the lecture hall, buzzing with excitement. Today was their first day as weapons and meisters. Well, their first day starting at the academy that would teach them to become that. It was so early that none of them had even been paired yet. But a few of them had their hopes for partners.

“Alright, listen up”, Mr. Hopper said as he entered the room. “Before we assess your skills and partner you up, it’s important you know exactly what you’re getting into. So you’re gonna have a demonstration by some upperclassmen.”

Mike groaned. “Please tell me it’s not my sister.” He really didn’t feel like seeing the star student act from Nancy on his first day.

“Wheeler is off on a mission today with Buckley and Byers”, Hopper said. “You’re going to be escorted by Harrington and Munson. Meet them at the edge of the forest. Dismissed.”

A little less than 10 minutes later, the group were where they were supposed to be. And there standing by the tree line, was none other than-

“Steve!”, Dustin ran and tackled him in a hug.

Steve ruffled his hair. It was hard going off to school to be a meister. He rarely got to go home and see Dustin.

“Looks like everyone’s here”, Steve said.

“Welcome freshies!”, his partner greeted with a wide swing of his arms. “To the best and worst profession on Earth. I am Eddie Munson: weapon, musician, lover and a fighter. This is my partner Steve.”

“What, that’s all I get?”

“You’ve probably been briefed on all the basics of being on a team like this but allow me to make one thing clear. If you and your partner are not in sync: You will die.”

“But not today”, Steve said quickly. “Today we’re just going for a walk in the woods, gonna deal with a belligerent demodog. And be back in time before first period is over.”

“Demodogs can be anywhere from the size of a leech to a saint bernard. With rows of teeth instead of a face”, Eddie warned, baring his own jaws menacingly.

“But this one should be small. Puppy sized. I don’t even know why Hopper wants you to tag along.”

“Because safe means boring”, Max said. “Which means no chance to screw up.”

“Hey, why aren’t you on the mission with the others?”, Dustin asked.

Eddie grinned. “Because this one bit off more than he could chew.” He lifted Steve’s shirt to reveal some bandages. “And got chewed on himself.”

Steve pushed his shirt down. “Let’s just get this over with. Stay close. And don’t be afraid to take notes.”

“I didn’t bring anything”, El said in worry and bless her heart.

Will explained that Steve didn’t really mean it as they entered the forest. There was nothing out of the ordinary. While there were random noises, sounds that made some of the kids jump, Eddie and Steve seemed like they were made of steel until something made Eddie pause. In a small flash of light, his body transformed into a nail bat and Steve swung just in time to keep a monster from biting off Lucas’ head.

The demodog certainly wasn’t puppy sized. More like full grown retriever. But still manageable for the seniors. It shook off the hit and came back for more. This time, Steve put the full power in his arms and this time when the impact was made, there was a sickening crack. The creature fell to the ground and their body devolved into a little ball of flesh with the beginning nubs of teeth and a small tail.

With a sigh, Steve rested his bat on his shoulder and picked it up by the tail. He held it up and from his bat spouted Eddie from the torso up. He opened his mouth, practically unhinging his jaw to devour the little flesh nugget. The kids looked visibly disgusted.

“Thanks for the meal, hon”, Eddie said, kissing Steve’s forehead.

“Don’t kiss me with dog breath.” Steve swiped but Eddie had already retreated into the bat.

“Sooooo mission complete?”, Dustin asked.

“Mission complete”, Steve said. “Any questions?”

“Is that the normal size for a demodog? How big do they get?”

“Do you have to eat them all the time?”

“Have you ever dropped Eddie?”

“How much of his body can he keep human?”

“You ever hit yourself with the bat?”

“One at a time, you little-”

Steve was promptly ignored as they continued to hound him with question after question while they exited the forest. These kids would be just fine.

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Introductory post

(Autistic ezs plosion)

Hey we’ll come to my blog intro I’ve been putting of for a while sooooo yea…..

my other blogs:

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Age: 15

I have adhd

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I do take request for art :D

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Fnaf

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My road-trip :3

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Hey guys, so CTKit on AO3 (@toschestationed here on tumblr) has written another amazing oneshot set during Snapback, and this time it's a medically accurate look at Fox's recovery from his spinal cord injury which has me screaming because it's something I wish I could have written more about myself, but simply lack the knowledge to really pull off. Anyway it's angsty and amazing and Fox's kih'vode love him sooooo much and are so super duper supportive! If you're a Fox enjoyer please go check it out and show the author some much deserved love!!!