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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year ago

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would you ever consider doing an elementary extension that includes them finding out they’re pregnant with iris? no pressure just wondering!!

The Birthday

pairing: elementary!joel x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: M (talks of pregnancy, steamy moments, talks of vomiting)

wc: 1.9k

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— September 26, 2003 —

You stirred awake later than usual, your body working overtime now that after months of trying, you were finally pregnant. You had yet to tell Joel the news, wanting to wait until the appointment you made for this afternoon to confirm the results of the four at-home tests you took before you got his hopes up.

Crawling out of bed, you stretched your arms out wide, letting out a hearty yawn before turning to look at Joel’s shirtless body still fast asleep in bed, sprawled out like usual, his feet nearly hanging off your side of the bed. You smiled at him and all of his quirks that would get under your skin if he were anybody else, your hand smoothing over your nonexistent bump. Though you’d been unable to fight off your morning sickness all week, somehow the thought of carrying his child and your wedding next month seemed to cure the nausea threatening to creep up on you.

Catching the alarm on his nightstand before it could ring out its harsh and piercing cry, you leaned over his form and pressed a kiss to his temple, your palm rubbing over the muscles on his smooth and warm back.

“Mm,” he hummed, rolling over onto his back. He rubbed at his eyes as he stirred awake, and after a big yawn, he focused his vision on you sitting on the edge. “Mornin’, baby.”

“Morning, birthday boy,” you greeted him with a smile, rubbing at his chest. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Shit—“ He sighed, raking one of his hands over his face. “Promised Sarah we’d have pancakes this mornin’ but I forgot to get it at the store.”

“Eggs and bacon then?” Joel gave you a soft smile and nodded.

As you moved to stand, he caught your hand and tugged you back to him, beckoning you to lean down for a kiss which you happily obliged. Joel hummed against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tugged you to lay on top of him, your thighs straddling his hips as his kisses trailed down your chin to your jaw.

“We can call off work,” Joel mumbled against your ear as he placed a kiss there, his hands wandering over your thighs to rest on your hips. “Spend all day in bed.”

“I have an important…meeting,” you lied. “Superintendent is coming. Can’t miss it.”

Joel pouted as you sat upright, your hands resting on his chest as you smiled down at him.

“God, you make it hard to think rationally,” you laughed, lifting a hand to squish his cheeks together, his pout turning into a pair of fish lips. “That’s better.”

Joel laughed and patted your hip, letting you climb off of him so that he could stand up.

“Gonna shower,” he said. “You’re welcome to join.”

“So persistent this morning,” you teased, swatting his ass as he passed you. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me, I guess.”

With a smirk, you threw on your robe and padded your feet downstairs, finding Sarah sitting at the kitchen table finishing up her homework.

“Morning,” she greeted you with a smile. “How are you feeling? Did you throw up again?”

“No, I’m managing to keep it down today, or…at least for now. Knock on wood.”

After getting the coffee pot going, you pulled two pans from the cupboard and placed them on the gas stove, turning the heat on before walking over to the fridge to grab what remained of the eggs and bacon.

“You gonna tell dad today?” Sarah asked, whispering so that Joel didn’t accidentally overhear the news you’d shared with Sarah almost immediately after finding out yourself, her round, insistent eyes winning over your inner-strength.

“If everything goes well at the doctors,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at her while you cracked some of the eggs into the buttered pan. “You still wanna get his watch fixed?”

“I was hoping, but my allowance money is running a little low.” You looked back to see her shrugging with a frown, but quickly shook your head at her and walked over to your purse that rested on the counter, pulling out three twenties and handing them over. “No, I can’t—“

“You can and you will,” you replied, giving her a playfully stern look. “We’ll just say it’s from both of us.”

“Dad’s gonna love it,” she beamed, sticking the cash in her backpack. “We might see some tears tonight.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Joel’s quick and heavy footsteps sounded as he jogged down the stairs, finding you at the stove and Sarah hard at work on her algebra worksheet. He walked over and kissed her on the top of the head before walking into the kitchen, giving your ass a loving tap as he pulled three mugs out of the cabinet.

“Tommy coming by?” you asked as you watched him divvy up the coffee pot equally into all three cups. As if a lightbulb rang in your head, you realized caffeine might not be the best thing for you given the pregnancy. “Oh, actually…you don’t need to pour me one.”

Both Joel and Sarah gave you an odd look, having never seen you turn down your morning coffee.

“Just…I don’t want to be jittery and anxious for my meeting,“ you lied.

“You have coffee every mornin’,” he countered, his brows furrowed as he watched you try to form a better excuse.

“Not when I’m already anxious,” you returned, doubling down on your lie. “Coffee will just make it worse.”

“Mm,” Joel narrowed his eyes at you as he lifted his mug to his mouth to take a sip. “You’re lyin’ ‘bout somethin’.”

“No, I’m not,” you quickly denied his claim with a giggle.

“Yeah, you are,” he chuckled. “But it’s alright, I’ll let you have your lie for now.”

“Mornin’, mornin’!” Tommy walked in with a wide smile, rubbing his hands together as he peered over your shoulder at the eggs. “Make sure to put some cheese on mine, sis.”

“She ain’t your personal chef,” Joel barked.

“Shh,” you hushed your guard dog of a fiancé with a smile before looking over at Sarah. “You want cheese with yours, Sarah?”

“No, I’m okay,” she replied as she stuck her binder in her backpack. “I would like some OJ, though.”

“Bought a new jug of it yesterday,” Joel announced, moving to grab a glass from the cabinet behind him. “Baby, you want a glass, too? Since you’re not havin’ coffee for whatever reason.”

“Yes, please,” you replied, flashing him a thankful smile.

“Why ain’t you havin’ coffee? That’s new,” Tommy noted as he took a seat beside Sarah at the table.

“Why are you both so interested in what she does and doesn’t drink?” Sarah asked, coming to your defense.

“Alright, alright—“ Joel held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t know it was a touchy subject.”

“It’s not, now come help me carry these plates to the table,” you ordered, taking two of the plates in your hands while Joel set his coffee down to grab the other two. You set the plates down in front of Tommy and Sarah before taking your usual seat beside her, Joel joining shortly after.

“You think you’ll be home on time today?” you asked, looking to your fiancé as he stuffed his mouth full of bacon.

“Doubt it,” Tommy interjected. “We gotta wait for the cement guys to come and they take fuckin’ ages—“

“I’ll try my best,” Joel interjected with a glare aimed at his brother. “‘Specially if this one doesn’t drag ass again.”

As if your body suddenly remembered its current condition, the nausea that was nowhere to be found just minutes ago began to take root deep in your stomach. The smile on your face as you watched Joel and Tommy go back and forth faded into a look of worry as things spiraled faster than you could act. Your hand lifted to your mouth as you abruptly slid your chair back on the tile, drawing all eyes to you as you sprinted towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and just barely making it to the toilet.

“Baby, you alright?” Joel’s voice sounded from the other side of the door as every bit of this morning’s breakfast came back up until you were left dry heaving. “Can I come in?”

“It’s gross,” you croaked, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. It seemed he didn’t care much about your warning as he turned the doorknob and let himself in, finding his seat on the edge of the bathtub.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice low and soothing as he rubbed your upper back.

“Yeah,” you nodded, reaching to flush the toilet before moving to sit against the tub beside him, your head resting on his leg. “Must be the nerves.”

“You still goin’ with that lie?” he smiled down at you. “C’mon, baby.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you said, smiling nervously as you looked up at him. “A confirmed surprise.”

“Confirmed?” he repeated, his brows lacing together. You took a deep, calming breath and let it out in a slow sigh before meeting his eyes again, a grin spreading across your face.

“I, uh, I was feeling off a couple weeks ago and so I went and got some tests—“ Joel’s brow softened, his eyes going round. “And they were positive.”

“You’re telling me…what?” he chuckled. “You’re…you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you giggled and nodded, wiping a tear that flooded your waterline.

“Really?” he swooned, reaching out to help you onto your feet so that he could wrap his arms around you. “You ain’t punk-in’ me, or whatever that Ashton Kutcher show says, right?”

You laughed and shook your head as you squeezed his shoulders, his face buried in your neck.

“No, you’re not getting punk’d,” you said.

“Does this mean y’aint got an important meeting with the Superintendent today?” he asked as he pulled back to stare at you, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

“No,” you smirked, looking down at his belt. “I am technically sick.”

“Exactly,” he smirked. “And it’s my birthday.”

“Sounds like we’ve got some calls to make,” you said, biting your lip. “But first I think I need to scrub my entire mouth clean because that was—“

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby,” he interrupted your less than sweet talk with some tear-inducing sincerity. “Does Sarah know?”

“Yeah, she got it out of me pretty much right after I took the tests,” you laughed. “She’s excited, I think.”

“I’d kiss you if your breath didn’t smell so bad,” he teased, making you gasp and pinch his side. “Fine, I’ll kiss you anyways.”

“If it wasn’t your birthday—“

“But it is,” he smiled at you devilishly as his hands rested on your hips and tugged you closer to him, his lips leaning in to hover over your pulse before pressing a petal soft kiss there. “Go call off work and do what you gotta do. All I want for my birthday is you in my bed all damn day, alright?”

“Whatever you want…daddy,” you purred, a grin spreading across your face at the groan he let out.

“Lord,” he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled back to look at you. “Go call out.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller series #joel miller fluff #elementary

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dandelionsresilience · 3 months ago

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Dandelion News - September 22-28

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1. The slowest of trailblazers: Better DNA testing means trafficked turtles can go home

““You don't want to just get a turtle and just throw it anywhere,” says Rodrigues, especially because box turtles have a big range, spanning numerous states. So [after they’re confiscated from black market animal traffickers] they wind up stuck in captivity. However, DNA testing has gotten cheap enough and good enough that individual box turtles can finally be traced back to the state where they came from.”

2. New progenitor cell type discovered, may aid in tissue repair and generation

“A team of SAHMRI scientists has discovered a completely new type of cell that […] could be used to boost healing in conditions like diabetes, where the body struggles to repair itself properly. Crucially, these cells don't express typical "self" markers, meaning they could be ideal candidates for stem cell transplantation as they're much less likely to be attacked by the recipient's immune system.”

3. How a Children’s Playground Is Helping With Flood Mitigation

“[This park sits above] a below-ground tank capable of holding hundreds of thousands of gallons of stormwater that city officials say would have otherwise spilled onto the streets or streamed into the basements[….] Others increase resilience with newly planted trees that can absorb carbon dioxide and airborne pollutants; once they mature, those trees also provide shade cover that can reduce the heat island effect of urban areas[….]”

4. Transforming agriculture from carbon source to sink

“The study results indicate that by 2050, these agricultural practices [using cover crops, biochar, and agroforestry] could reduce as much greenhouse gas emissions as planting new forests[….] Carbon sequestration on agricultural land is not only important for climate change mitigation efforts but can also enhance agricultural productivity and resilience to climate change[….]”

5. Rewilding success for long-lost bird population

“Conservation charities have successfully completed the second round of rewilding of a long-lost bird breed in Dover [… after working] over 40 years to restore a suitable grassland for the birds. […] Earlier this year, 108 choughs fledged successfully in Cornwall, according to charity Cornwall Birds.”

6. Over 30 celebrities join auction to put LGBTQ+ books in classrooms

“Pride and Less Prejudice is hosting its fourth annual #BannedTogether virtual auction this weekend with the goal of raising $20,000 to send 1,600 free LGBTQ-inclusive books to elementary schools across the United States.”

7. Advancement of Indian Buffalo Management Act Underscores Bipartisan Support for Tribal-led Buffalo Restoration

“The advancement of [this Act] reaffirms bipartisan support of Tribal sovereignty, self-determination and capacity building for bison restoration on Tribal lands. […] The Indian Buffalo Management Act would secure funding for Tribes and Tribal organizations that have an established buffalo herd and management program, as well as provide resources for Tribes to establish new herds.”

8. Anti-inflammatory drug shows promise in boosting motivation for patients with depression

“Growing evidence suggests one potential cause of low motivation may be persistent inflammation, which suppresses activity within key circuits in the brain. […] Patients who received infliximab demonstrated a greater willingness to exert effort in pursuit of rewards compared to those who received the placebo. […] "By targeting inflammation, we're not only addressing the biological underpinnings of these deficits but also offering new hope for more effective treatment options."”

9. Pig transplant research yields a surprise: Bacon safe for some people allergic to red meat

“Some people who develop a weird and terrifying allergy to red meat after a bite from a lone star tick can still eat pork from a surprising source: Genetically modified pigs created for organ transplant research. […] The company that bred these special pigs shares its small supply, for free, with allergy patients.”

10. Brussels tries out a novel rooftop wind turbine suitable for cities

“Just like solar panels, the Renewind mini wind turbine can be installed on the roof of a building[….] Renewind's invention is designed to make the most of wind acceleration at the edge of the roof, a phenomenon that could produce between 1 and 3 MWh per year.”

September 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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bluephoric · 8 months ago

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ridiculously long list of larry johnson hcs because fuck you he doesnt get enough love

Tw for depressing ass shit

- larry is a tired clumsy airhead, and as a result he always has SOMETHING spilled, wiped, or drawn on his clothes.

- undiagnosed adhd, and probably a few other things

- both him and sal collect bottlecaps, they like to make pins out of cool ones they find, often trading them like pokemon cards. they have multiple matching friendship ones. on common ones though, he likes to flatten and paint.

- larry's mental health generally sucks, but when things get really bad he stops caring about his physical safety, often pulling some reckless shit. even when he gets hurt from it, he doesnt seem to mind. Times like these kinda scare him, and he tries to avoid falling into them.

- despite seemingly "not caring about anything" (as he puts it) during these episodes, he's still fiercely protective of his friends and tries to be gentle with them, both physically and emotionally.

- callused hands, fingers yellowed from smoking.

- big fan of gas stations when he's high, practically raids that shit. one of his nicknames is "stoner jesus"

- he's openly bisexual and flirts with random people for fun. its usually something light. dorky pickup lines, stupid puns.. he Never expects it to be shot back at him but on the rare occasion it happens, he turns into a giggling mess.

- he actually pissed off travis even worse a few times with it, I could go into it further but this isnt a larvis post so i'll spare you all. For now.

- his favorite horror movies are the funny ones

- he isnt much of a drinker, mostly around holidays and just to get a little buzzed. spiked eggnog and fireball are his go-to's. Drunk christmas karaoke is one of his favorite things (he's constantly giving sal secondhand embarrassment). 2 words, mariah carrey.

- For awhile he genuinely tried to be a good student but because he was so far behind and his undiagnosed adhd, the teachers started to demonize him. Eventually he realized it didnt matter how hard he tried, so he just gave up. The only subject he likes is art, so that's where he focuses all his energy and actually tries.

- skips school sometimes but lisa tends to give him hell for it so he tries not to do it too often, mostly just skips certain classes if hes really not feeling it.

- almost always comes to school high

- his room is such a mess. sal tries to help him with it but he has similar struggles. whenever ash or todd come over, it becomes a group effort and shit gets done rather quickly. luckily no biohazards, so its not like his room really needs a DEEP clean but still. its nice.

- larry fucking LOVES jack black movies, also stupid stoner movies.

- Loves the arcade too, You'd think his favorite would be guitar hero, but that's more for sal. his favorite is mortal combat or those car racing games that you sit in with the steering wheel.

- larry cant cook for shit, hes always burning something, it always turns out gross and inedible. unless he's stoned, in which case he magically turns into a michelin star chef. weird ass combinations, but it always turns out really good.

- despite being shit at cooking, he still tries to help his mom with it, even though he mostly ends up just being in the way and she eventually shoos him out of the kitchen

- he smells super musky, with cheap cologne and the faint scent of weed

- when he was really little, he had a dinosaur onsie that he would wear everywhere, very rarely taking it off until it started to get too tight. he was beyond devastated when he realized he grew out of it, lisa had to pry it away from him in fear that he would accidentally destroy it. She keeps it in her closet collecting dust. Its one of the few things she kept from before jim disappeared. despite it bringing up memories of what things used to be like before he "left", she couldnt bear to throw it out.

- sometimes when larry needs comfort, he sneaks into her room and steals it temporarily. on sleepless nights, he zips it over his pillows as a makeshift pillowcase, its one of the few things that help him relax. It's always put back in place by the next morning. Lisa has no idea, and he's far too embarrassed about it to say anything to her.

- the only person who knows about this is sal because of their sleepovers. One night He was high as balls and got paranoid, when he tried to sleep it off the fear was just too much so away he crept, into lisa's room. Of course he made sal come with him, he sure as shit wasnt going alone.

- when questioned about it, larry refused to answer and so sal let it go figuring he would tell him when he was ready.

- Larry Harbors an obscene amount of guilt. struggles with sh off and on, tries not to relapse unless things get really unbearable. to prevent this, him and the SF gang (primarily ash) regularly doodle and sometimes paint on the places he's prone to harm.

- when he can feel himself slipping into an episode, larry makes it a point to braid his hair so it won't get matted. tries to brush it and rebraid it at least once a week, but often struggles to find the energy and lets it sit in for longer. Not to mention, a lot of the times he stops showering which makes it even harder to braid because of the greasiness.

- has given himself a few amateur stick and pokes. They look like shit, and he knows it but he's still very proud of them.

- the ink he uses for it fades pretty fast

- he's also tried to give himself piercings, but always fucks it up so he takes them out and slaps a bandaid over it

- collects different kinds of flavored chapstick, takes a bite out of them sometimes when he thinks no one is looking (ofc sal has caught him a few times but has never said anything)

- after he first met megan, he was scared shitless. slept with the lights on for the next few weeks and refused to shut the door when going to the bathroom, insisting to his mom on keeping the shower curtain open at all times (he tried to act chill about it around sal and it kinda worked. kinda.) after awhile he eventually calmed down but still finds himself getting really nervous whenever him and sal talk to a ghost, though he would never admit it.

- has a picture of his dad in a locket but rarely wears it because he's afraid he'll accidentally break it. always keeps it with him though, usually in his pocket, holding it as he walks.

- Despite his general demeanor he's quite the gentleman, always holding doors open and really courteous towards women. Most people don't expect it just based on his appearance, but Lisa raised him right.

- also he's hot as fuck.

- we all know larry is a metalhead, but what kind of metal is his favorite? It generally depends on his mood but id say sludge, thrash, and doom.

- You're telling me this man, who is depressed as fuck and also a stoner wouldnt eat up some electric wizard? saint vitus? bitch, please. I know quite a few albums that would bring him to his knees.

- And I know I'm prolly gonna get hate for this but I notice when a lot of other people write about larry (AND sal), they tend to lean towards nu metal or just plain emo. And while I don't think either of them would mind it, The lyrics and vocals of Sanity's fall feels more reminiscent of death or black metal and given the fact that SF is his favorite band, I don't think he would listen to that kind of stuff, at least not on a regular basis. Ash on the other hand definitely would.

#sally face #larry johnson #the brainrot continues #live laugh steve gabry

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frog-necromancer · 5 days ago

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Betting on a Losing Dog

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Chapter 3: His broken little family

Pairing: Logan / fem!Reader

Summary: Logan, Laura, Charles and F/N get to spend some quality family time together because they deserve nice things and some rest. This chapter is mostly silliness and fluff with a hint of angst :) comments and likes are always appreciated <3

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Tags: #drug abuse and addiction #swearing #angst #anger issues #main character death (it’s Logan sorry babes) #fluff and smut #kissing #alcohol abuse #graphic description of violence and injuries #heavy angst #biting #thigh riding #oral (f receiving) #p in v sex #unprotected sex (wrap it up) #attempt at humor #spending time as a family #intrusive thoughts #some gore #hurt no comfort (maybe a little comfort) #found family #marriage!?!! #self harm (skin picking) #throwing up #depression #smoking #references to Christianity and religion #video game references #road trip

You can find the German song I quoted on this playlist: It's called "Der Mond ist aufgegangen" and it's an old German lullaby, my mother used to sing to me and my brother when we were little

His broken little family

They left early the next morning. F/N had quickly packed everything she'd need for the trip, as well as some extra snacks and drinks. Clothing and toiletries were stuffed into an old backpack.

F/N had taken the passenger's seat next to Logan, looking out of the dirty window, watching the landscape pass and slowly change, with every mile they drove.

They were silent most of the time, listening to music or having light conversations. At some point F/N gave Laura her phone so she could pick some songs which resulted in a no-music rule from Logan not even an hour later.

F/N's eyes found the Comic book Laura was reading, and a smile stretched over her face. “Who's your favourite X-men, Laura?” She asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Laura pointed to a drawing of Jean. F/N could see Logan’s grip on the steering wheel tighten.

—

Occasionally, Logan's hand would find her thigh, giving it a light squeeze, which made her blush.

They would steal kisses behind gas stations, between fast food trash and the smell of gasoline.

F/N knew that the man she'd loved for so many years hadn't changed that much. A gruff shell with a heart of gold. Said heart showing itself at the most unexpected times.

She couldn't help but smile brightly as she watched Logan save an electronic horse from certain death by giving Laura money for another ride. F/N grinned, she was so much like him, so angry. (I know that actually happened before the casino incident, blow me)

“What got you all smiley-faced, darling?” Logan had asked her as they walked into the gas station shop. “Do I need a reason to smile” she'd replied, giving his hand a little squeeze before disappearing between the shelves.

By now they'd been on the road for three days only stopping for food and bathroom breaks. There was no time for sleep, is what Logan always said. Everyone was getting irritated and they could all use some rest in an actual bed. The occasional nap in the shaking car wasn't doing it anymore.

F/N was mindlessly staring out of the window humming some old melody, she was surprised Logan hadn’t told her to shut the fuck up yet. His rough hand was placed on her lower thigh, tracing little circles onto the fabric of her jeans. She'd offered to drive a couple of times, but Logan refused and would refuse again. (I don't have a driver's license anyway but shhhh) Charles was dosing and Laura was looking out of the window, drawing figures on the dirty glass.

As F/N was looking out of the window too, watching the cornfields go by, a big sign came into view. ‘Dino World. Motel and Adventure Park. Fun for the whole family.’ F/N glanced behind her, Laura seemed to have seen the sign too, her brown eyes wide and filled with excitement and determination as she looked at the sign. A gigantic dinosaur appeared between the treeline in the distance and F/N knew that this would cause trouble. A glance back to Logan, his face was stern and firm as always, oh this would for sure cause an argument with Laura. And F/N's bet was on the little girl.

“We could all need a break” Charles had said, voice soft, watching the dinosaur approach with glee.

F/N could see that Laura was about to throw a full-on tantrum if they didn’t stop, which would most likely end in someone losing their head and it definitely wasn't her. She placed her hand on Logan's thigh, giving him a soft look, he grumbled and to F/N's surprise and Laura's great joy, finally pulled over.

After booking two rooms for the night and giving them a quick once over (they were both dinosaur-themed) they went to go to the main attraction.

The park was more or less empty, with only a couple of other families with kids. Other families. F/N sighed softly, glancing down at Laura who had grabbed her hand after Logan had snapped at her again. She was pretty sure she had stuck out her tongue at him after that. That girl was going places.

Laura was happily walking beside F/N while Logan was pushing Charles behind them in his wheelchair, the old man was babbling something about evolution and dinosaurs having feathers and F/N was listening intently until he switched to Taco Bell advertisements again.

The park wasn't as crappy as F/N had expected, it was actually quite nice with many life-sized dinosaur statues and animatronics as well as some food stalls.

Logan couldn't help but feel soft as he watched F/N and Laura interact. The way F/N was kind to her, genuinely kind, like she was kind to him, melted his cold heart. Although he'd never admit it.

“I'm glad F/N's back.”, Charles broke through his train of thought: “You've been a mess without her.” Logan grumbled lowly but didn't argue. He was right. In a way at least.

Laura excitedly pulled F/N towards a moving velociraptor animatronic. Logan thought its movements looked very unreal.

“Look Laura, it got sharp claws like you and Logan” F/N beamed at her and Logan could see Laura's eyes light up with glee, something that happened very rarely. And for a moment he thought that maybe, just maybe they could make this work. That they could be a family. He would do anything to see them both happy like this forever.

“Logan, Logan! Take a picture of us!” F/N grinned, handing him her phone, he hadn't seen her this happy in a long, long while. He nodded stiffly, fumbling with the tiny device in his big hands.

“Alright, say uhm…rawr”, He muttered, already regretting his choice of words.

“Rawr”, F/N echoed and he could swear he'd heard a little rawr from Laura as well, as he took a couple of pics of the smiling pair next to the plastic dinosaur. (At least two of them had his thumb covering the lens)

F/N and Logan had switched places, the woman was pushing Charles in his wheelchair while Logan was walking with Laura, the little girl wasn't holding his hand and by far didn't look as animated as she'd looked with F/N, but she seemed content with walking beside him. Logan watched her and their environment closely, they were still in danger even if they were having fun. Oh. He was actually having fun. That was new.

He could see Laura throw glances at a stall that was selling brightly colored dino-shaped popsicles, they looked disgusting. Logan frowned softly, debating what he should do.

“Do you…want a popsicle, kid?” He finally asked gruffly. Laura looked up at him through big eyes as if she was thinking that he was asking her a trick question but then finally she nodded eagerly.

Logan handed her a couple of bills and let her run over to the stall.

“You're a great dad, Logan” he flinched as he heard F/N's teasing yet soft voice, a blush creeping up his neck. He coughed awkwardly:“She would have killed someone if I didn't -”

Laura returned shortly after, a sticky bright green dinosaur popsicle in her right little hand, her left one silently grabbed Logan's. He cringed, her hand was sticky. But as he looked down at her a sense of protectiveness and pride overcame him. This wasn't so bad. F/N threw him a little teasing wink.

He'd lost them, they were gone. He'd gone to help Charles in the bathroom and when they returned ten minutes later, they were gone. His thoughts were spiraling as he frantically looked around, trying to smell them, trying to find out what had happened.

Finally he found a familiar face but- He groaned softly, rubbing with his bare hand over his face. F/N and Laura had returned, their faces painted. Laura had seemingly chosen a rainbow unicorn design and F/N had gone with the ugliest Hello Kitty he'd ever seen. (You know which one I mean) “You two look…great” he finally huffed out, trying to ignore a laughing Charles: “I want that too! I want to be pretty too!”

“Oh! We should do that” F/N exclaimed pointing at some ride called Dinosaur Safari or something. As far as Logan could tell it was a car that drove on rails through a fake jungle with dinosaur animatronics scattered around. So basically the thing they'd been doing for the last few hours but in a fake car. Why the fuck not. “Let's do it” They checked with the personnel if Charles could drive too and after a little back and forth Charles and Logan were cramped in the back of the fake jeep and F/N and Laura in the front.

The tour was only a couple of minutes long, but it was alright, Logan thought. The girls and Charles seemed to immensely enjoy it so that was enough for him.

As they exited F/N grinned. “Look, they took a photo of us when we passed the t-rex!” Logan knew what was coming next: “F/N we don't need that-” Logan groaned, the woman shook her head. “Shut up. What are you? allergic to joy?” she teased without any malice.

“Here you go” she smiled, handing each of them a copy of the picture. Logan was about to make a comment, when F/N interrupted him with a raised hand: “The cashier was the sweetest, she gave me two of them for free” Logan knew she was lying, and F/N knew that he knew. Logan didn't say anything, simply shaking his head, a smile pulling at his lips.

Despite Logan's disdain, the old man got out his reading glasses, pushing them up his nose. As he looked at the photo, all of them smiling and F/N and Laura having their faces painted he felt incredibly warm. Full of affection and care for each one of them. His broken little family.

No.

No, they weren’t his family.

He wasn’t even Laura’s father. Not really.

—

They ended their stay at the park at the gift shop. Laura immediately picked up a little stuffed dinosaur. A velociraptor, like the one she and F/N had posed with earlier. He watched as F/N smiled warmly and bent down to Laura's level giving the stuffy a little pat on the head, like it was an actual living animal and not just some overpriced toy.

About half an hour later they left the park. Laura was now rocking a dinosaur shirt as well holding the velociraptor in her two little hands. F/N had gotten a new hoodie for herself with a velociraptor family printed on it. ‘that’s us’ she had joked with a smile on her lips and a spark in her eyes that Logan had missed so fucking much. His eyes landed on a plastic bag, just how much fucking money had she spent in that shop?

It felt wrong to be this happy after all these years. Like it wasn't meant to be. Logan felt it. And F/N felt it too. But they wouldn't talk about it.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Laura jumped on the dinosaur-themed bed, letting herself fall on the soft pillows. The rooms were quite nice. Clean and the decorations were amazing if you're into that whole dinosaur thing. Which Laura absolutely was. And apparently, F/N was too.

They'd gotten two rooms. Charles and Laura had two separate beds and F/N and Logan shared one big one. The rooms were connected by a door that could be locked.

“Laura and I are getting food, you wanna come along?” Logan looked up from their picture he'd been looking at, finger still lingering on F/N’s smiling face. He quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket. F/N's eyes sparkled as she recognised the photograph they'd taken today.

He hummed, glancing at Charles who was watching TV. “Chuck, time for meds. Can I leave you alone for a while?” Charles hummed, deeply concentrated on the TV. Something about blue dogs from Australia. “I want a cheeseburger and fries” he muttered.

After giving Charles his meds and making sure he had actually swallowed them, Logan joined F/N and Laura who were already waiting for him at the door. F/N had taken off the face paint but Laura was still rocking the unicorn face. They both looked comfortable, still wearing what they had bought at the park earlier. “Let's go” Logan huffed, handing Laura her jean jacket.

—

The only food option in a mile radius was a lousy McDonald's. Logan sighed, it had to do.

It was dark outside when they stepped into the establishment, the smell of oil and food greeted them. The only other person in the ‘restaurant’ was a young woman behind the counter. A less than amused expression on her face as she mindlessly scrolled on her phone and F/N felt with her.

She guided them over to the order terminal (what the fuck do you call these things) “What would you like, Laura?” She asked, looking down at the girl with a kind yet tired smile. Logan adored her for her ability to stay kind and nice even if she was exhausted. Laura shrugged, taking a step forward to the slightly sticky display, she was a little too small to reach all of the buttons but that didn't stop her from selecting a Happy Heal and quickly slamming the quantity button. “Laura, you're not getting 26 Happy Meals” F/N laughed, squeezing her shoulder, the girl frowned up at her, the unicorn now a little smudged. “No chance”, F/N shook her head with a gentle smile. Laura crossed her arms at that and huffed out a breath, moping.

“Is it because you want another toy?” Laura nodded, still frowning, her claws peeking out between her knuckles just the slightest bit. Logan couldn't help but laugh slightly, Laura had gotten like a million things today and still, she wanted more. Well she was a child after all. But F/N hummed. “Sorry, Laura. Only one happy meal for you.” F/N spoke, voice apologetic as she grabbed a couple of napkins from a table and crouched down in front of the girl. With careful movements she wiped the blood droplets from Laura's little hands, making sure to be gentle, even though the wounds were already healed.

She smiled softly up at Laura. “You'll get a tummy ache” she explained seriously, examining Laura's now more or less clean hands: “I understand that you're angry, but hurting others or yourself isn't the right way to solve that, okay? Laura nodded reluctantly, lip still forming a pout, but she seemed to have calmed down now “It's okay. You're okay” F/N hummed, pressing a little kiss to Laura's hand. F/N had noticed that the girl was especially easy to irritate and lash out when she hadn't gotten enough sleep and was tired. She made a mental note to make sure that she went to bed on time tonight.

“What would you like, Logan?” F/N turned to the Wolverine. Logan frowned, his expression unreadable, then he sighed softly. What the hell was he doing? “A Happy meal”, he spoke quietly, as if embarrassed. F/N raised an eyebrow at him, her lips pulling into a knowing smile. “Oh Logan, the dad you are” she chuckled, choosing his order.

After that she put in Charles' order and hers, as well as two extra cheeseburgers because a single happy meal would never ever still the Wolverine’s appetite.

The girl behind the counter handed them their food, her eyes seemed to widen for a moment as they fell on Logan, before she quickly looked away, her attention back on the counter. F/N couldn't help but throw a nervous glance at Logan, he seemed to have felt the shift in mood too because he quickly grabbed Laura's hand, dragging her to the door. F/N followed close behind.

From the corner of her eye she could see the girl reach into her pocket, she held her breath as the girl pulled out her phone, pointing it at them, before quickly typing something. Shit. F/N froze, the flags couldn't get any redder and they couldn't risk anything tonight. She quickly turned around, fixing the girl with her gaze.

She hadn't done this in years. Hell, she had never wanted to use her powers again.

The girl was frozen in place, her body was unnaturally stiff and her eyes wide.

Logan had seen this before, only a couple of times. F/N had possessed the girl.

He had forgotten she could do that. Her movements were robotic, eyes darting over her phone in rigid movements. Reading what she had written. Logan watched, firm grip on Laura's hand. He was holding his breath.

A forced sigh left the girl’s lips her shoulders dropping in relief:

“We're good” the girl spoke, voice stiff and forced, as if it did not belong to her. Logan would have recognised this flow of words anyway, the way she pronounced the syllables, the melody of her voice. This was F/N speaking through the girl. His eyes wandered to F/N who was still standing in front of him, unmoving. His eyes widened slightly when her body began to sway slightly, threatening to fall over on the dirty floor. He quickly let go of Laura's hand and took a step forward to catch her body. He pulled out a chair and sat her down, before walking over to the stiff body of the girl grabbing the device from her and taking a look at what she had done himself.

He had to put his glasses on to read the message the girl had sent to someone, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I think I just served the Wolverine a happy meal!? He's still so fine”

Oh.

Oh…

Makes sense.

(It’s me! I’m the cashier!)

Logan was looking at the young woman like he had seen a ghost, he was in utter disbelief. A second later F/N's lifeless body stirred on the chair, Logan quickly rushed over to her to make sure she was alright, while the poor worker rubbed her head in confusion and fear.

Logan helped her to her feet, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You alright?” He whispered for only her to hear, she nodded softly in response.

They turned back to the girl whose face was an expression of terror and embarrassment, she was as white as a ghost.

F/N couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh. “You are so real for that” she grinned, snatching the phone from Logan and handing it back to the girl's shaking hands “I am so sorry about that” The young woman quickly shook her head. “No, no it's fine! I'm so sorry I shouldn't have taken a picture without asking…” F/N hummed. “I get it he's really fucking hot” she winked at Logan and he could feel himself blush, what the fuck was she doing.

“We're kinda trying to not draw attention to us at the moment so could you maybe not…make this public…besides the friend you already sent this to.” She added and the young woman quickly nodded. “Of course! Of course! So sorry, again.” Logan huffed. “It's fine. Didn't know I still had fans” The girl blushed, seemingly reluctantly to ask the following question. “Could we…could we maybe take a picture together? You're my idol” Logan let out a little perplexed huff, glancing at F/N who was nodding approvingly. “Fine but don't tell anyone about this. And don't post it”

The young woman apologised furiously again after that, her face beet red. “I am so sorry again, Mister Wolverine. Have a good night, and you too, Mrs Ghost!

The name left a bitter taste, she hadn't been called by her X-Men name in years.

The little table in their hotel room was covered in trash from their meal.

“Time to brush your teeth” Logan heard F/N's voice exclaim. He was drawn back to when he and she had babysat the students that one night when all of the other teachers were gone. How they'd let the kids stay up for two whole hours longer than usual. And how they'd shared kisses in the darkness of the lounge room afterwards.

He got up from his comfortable position to get Charles ready for bed, as well as give him his pills.

“You've got a pretty bad knot in your hair” F/N spoke softly after they'd brushed her teeth and cleaned her face off the paint. She eyed the mess that was Laura's hair after she'd jumped on the bed for the last hour. “Do you want me to help you?” The girl nodded, velociraptor in her hands, squeezing and poking it aggressively. F/N gently tugged at her hair, trying to get the knots loose with her fingers, she sighed softly, patting Laura on the shoulder: “I'll get my brush, give me a second”

She quickly got up, knocking on the bathroom door. “One second” Logan's voice was muffled behind the door followed by the unmistakable clanking of glass bottles and a string of quiet curses. She knew what he was doing in there.

But she wouldn't say anything.

They were both struggling, both just trying to survive. Both broken and fighting a losing battle.

Logan didn't look at her when he left the bathroom, avoiding her gaze like a dog that had been caught stealing. Again. He smelled like a bar and his eyes were just a tad more glassy than usual.

A brush was grabbed. “Sit down”, F/N patted the free space on the bed next to her. The girl hopped next to her onto the soft mattress. F/N began to carefully work the brush through her dark hair, the teeth catching onto the tangled strands. F/N was careful not to hurt her, letting her fingers run through her hair to try and loosen the knot.

“Sorry” F/N muttered as she had to pull a little, she was as careful as she could be but Laura's hair was stubborn as hell.

About fifteen minutes later F/N sighed softly, a tender look on her face: “All done.” She gave Laura a soft smile and patted her now tangle-free head. “Time for bed” But the little girl shook her head. F/N frowned softly, wondering what she could want. “Do you want to watch TV?” Laura shook her head “A game then?” Laura shook her head yet again, she was getting a little annoyed with F/N. “I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't know what you want, but maybe you could draw it?” Laura nodded and F/N got a notepad and a pen, both dinosaur-themed of course. Laura quickly snatched both and started to scribble. About two minutes later she handed the notepad back, a serious expression on her little face. F/N raised her eyebrows at the drawing, trying to make sense of it. She could recognize a person, maybe her? The figure had the same hairstyle as her “Who is that? Me?”, F/N asked and Laura nodded, happy that she understood.

F/N frowned softly in concentration, analyzing the picture. The figure's mouth was open and there seemed to be something coming out of it, she hummed, thinking about what Laura could mean: “Do you want me to…vomit???…are you feeling sick???” She looked at Laura in honest confusion and worry, the girl looked at her as if she was stupid, as if whatever she was trying to say was blatantly obvious.

The little girl rolled her eyes, gesturing with her hand and opening her mouth silently, F/N watched her carefully trying to make sense of the gesture and movements “Hm…Do you want me to read a story?” Again Laura shook her head, her patience running thin, meanwhile F/N was getting out of ideas “...Sing a song then?” An excited expression flashed over Laura's face and she nodded quickly. Finally.

F/N gave her a surprised look “Really? But I'm not a very good singer…what should I even sing” Laura gave her another serious look, communicating that she had wasted enough time already and should just start and F/N sighed “Alright, Laura. But after this, you go to bed, okay?” Laura nodded climbing next to her on the soft mattress, leaning against her in the closest thing to a hug F/N had seen from her. She felt her heart swell.

“There's this German song…a good friend of mine used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep…” F/N could feel Laura nod against her side, she had rarely seen her this tired. She hummed in response, taking a deep breath. Trying to remember the words, the melody Kurt had once taught her, so many years ago.

Der Mond ist aufgegangen,

Die gold'nen Sternlein prangen

Am Himmel hell und klar.

Der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,

Und aus den Wiesen steiget

Der weiße Nebel wunderbar.

(The moon has risen,

The golden stars are shining

In the sky bright and clear.

The forest is black and silent,

And from the meadows rises

The magnificent white mist.)

Logan paused when he heard that sweet, gentle voice of hers through the door, he was still getting Charles ready for bed, the old man not wanting to put on his pyjamas. As her voice carried over to them, muffled and soft Logan couldn't help but listen carefully and even Charles calmed down.

Wie ist die Welt so stille

Und in der Dämmrung Hülle

So traulich und so hold!

Als eine stille Kammer,

Wo ihr des Tages Jammer

Verschlafen und vergessen sollt.

(How is the world so quiet

And in the twilight envelope

So pleasant and so nice!

As a silent chamber,

Where you of the day's woe

Shall sleep away and forget.)

He had heard that song before. A dark memory he had thought he'd forgotten. Many years ago he had heard Kurt sing it to her after an especially bad nightmare, the melody reminding him of simpler times, of when everything seemed to be going to be okay.

The song was soft and calming yet carried a deep sadness. He could feel Charles’ hand on his arm, trying to silently reassure him. But it was only making it worse, tears sprang to his eyes and he wanted to do nothing more but to hide away and cry. He kept on listening, each line making his heart ache. Since when had he gotten so soft, so vulnerable?

Wir stolzen Menschenkinder

Sind eitel arme Sünder

Und wissen gar nicht viel.

Wir spinnen Luftgespinste

Und suchen viele Künste

Und kommen weiter von dem Ziel.

(We proud children of men

Are vain poor sinners

And know not much at all.

We spin webs in the air

And seek many arts

Yet get further from the goal.)

He did not know what exactly the words meant, but they carried a deep longing with them, pain and torment. Something He knew all too well. But behind the sadness was also something else, something brighter. Hope and comfort. Something about the moon he thought. She kept on singing and he listened, Charles staying quiet next to him on the bed, knowing very well what this moment meant to the Wolverine.

Woll'st endlich sonder Grämen

Aus dieser Welt uns nehmen

Durch einen sanften Tod!

Und wenn du uns genommen,

Lass' uns in Himmel kommen,

Du unser Herr und unser Gott!

(Do you finally want to take

Take us from this world

By a gentle death!

And when you have taken us,

Let us go to heaven,

Thou our Lord and our God!)

even through the wall he could hear the faint tremor in her voice, the deep grief, but he could also hear the soft smile that was undoubtedly pulling at her lips right now.

So legt euch denn ihr Brüder,

In Gottes Namen nieder;

Kalt ist der Abendhauch.

Verschon' uns, Gott! mit Strafen

Und lass' uns ruhig schlafen!

Und uns'ren kranken Nachbarn auch!

(So lie down, brothers,

In God's name lie down;

The evening breeze is cold.

Spare us, God! with punishments

And let us sleep peacefully!

And our sick neighbors too!)

A tear slipped down Logan's cheek, leaving a shimmering wet trail, a lump had formed in his throat. He felt like throwing up, why was this affecting him so much? It was just a song he barely understood. Nothing to get emotional over, he thought.

But she had sung it. She. His F/N.

He cleared his throat and quickly wiped away the tears with his sleeve, leaving behind small wet stains. “Let's put you to bed, old man” he rasped out and Charles didn't protest as Logan helped him into his pyjamas.

Logan's eyes fell on the bottle of pills on the nightstand on F/N's side of the bed. A grim reminder of how everything was not fine. How the whole day had been a lie. A happy lie, nonetheless. He pretended not to notice or not to care. It was an unspoken rule. She wouldn't say anything about his drinking and he in exchange wouldn't say anything about her pills. Simple.

He was already sprawled out on the soft mattress, his phone in his hands and his glasses on his nose, when F/N stepped out of the bathroom. Dressed in one of his old t-shirts he'd thought he'd lost as well as a pair of boxers. He for his part was only wearing boxers and his old wife beater (or should I say wife pleaser).

“I got you something too, Logan…” F/N’s voice was filled with warmth and she gave him a tired smile. He looked up in surprise as she rummaged through the plastic bag from earlier, pulling out a white T-shirt…with the velociraptor family on it. “I wanted to get you a matching hoodie…but I figured you wouldn't need it…too hot in the middle of the ocean…” His expression fell: “How do you-”

How do you know, he wanted to ask but she silenced him with a sad smile. She knew him too well, he realized: “You didn't think I wouldn't notice the brochures, did you?”

He sighed, of course she'd figure it out. “Listen F/N…when this is over…we can't stay together…” F/N was silent for a moment and Logan could see the unshed tears in her E/C eyes, his heart clenched painfully in his chest. The look in her eyes cut like a knife into his skin. He wanted to brush the tears away and tell her he'd never leave her, but it would be a lie. A pretty one, nonetheless.

She avoided his gaze when she spoke as if it was too painful to look him in the eyes: “I know…just…let me pretend for a couple of days longer…this is the closest thing I'll get to a family with you, I fear…” he took the T-shirt from her, the fabric soft beneath his calloused hands. “Thanks…love…” They fell silent after this, but Logan did not want the day to end like this. With unspoken feelings and longing.

“That was a…nice day. “, He'd meant to say ‘interesting’ or something else a little more neutral but there was no point in lying to her. He'd had fun.

She smiled tiredly, turning off the big lights only leaving her bedside table lamp on. She plopped down on the bed next to him, the mattress shaking a little at the impact. “I think Laura and Charles enjoyed it as well. As did I” she murmured, stretching her arms over her head to release some of the tension in her muscles.

“The kids at school would have liked it as well. Kurt too.” Oh.

Logan was silent for a moment.

“I think about them too. All the time.”

His voice was a gruff whisper.

And with a click the lamp was turned off.

The shuffling of blankets rang through the darkness followed by the unmistakable rattle of pills and a dry gulp. He imagined how the pill slit down her throat into her stomach, slowly, very slowly killing her.

The mattress quaked slightly as F/N shifted closer to him scuffling through the fabrics. She didn't need to say anything, he wordlessly pulled her against his chest. Her fingers mindlessly trailed over the rough fabric, tracing along the ridges and wrinkles, careful not to irritate his slowly healing wounds. He hummed softly, pulling her even closer, she could smell the cheap alcohol on his breath, his beard tickling her tender neck as he pressed a chaste kiss to her skin, brushing his lips over her pulse point.

He was warm, incredibly warm, his skin soft against hers as he snaked his hairy arms around her body in a gentle hug. “Goodnight, F/N” he murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair, breathing in her scent. He could stay like this forever.

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yanyan-stuck · 10 days ago

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Omg I wasn’t expecting such a quick response but I appreciate the clarification!

So I was hoping for matchups for Akame ga Kill, Homestuck, and Legend of Zelda

So for my description;

I’m 24 years old with a career in pet grooming but I wish I’d gone into baking instead.😅

I’m 5’ even barely clocking at 120 lbs with dyed blueish/purple hair, pale skin, and green eyes. I have two tattoos one in my collarbone of three roses (one red, one blue, and one yellow that’s on fire) and the other on my wrist (the illusion coven sigil from the owl house), I also have multiple piercings, on my torso (the titties, and naval) and three in my ears (one on the left, two on the right), and have full intentions of getting more in the future.

My favorite colors are dark blues, purples, and reds, and greens with a bit of black mixed in.

I’m a bit on the chaotic side due to having both ADHD and Autism. I’m super cuddly tho with a lot of crafty hobbies like knitting, crocheting, drawing, baking, and whittling. I also am a bit of a classic weapons nerd who knows how to use a crossbow and throwing axes. I am pagan but I don’t really mention it often unless asked about it or clarifying something for someone. I am very sensitive to light due to my lighter eye color so I tend to wear sunglasses over my regular ones if lights are too bright or if it’s too sunny outside to avoid getting headaches from light sensitivity. I’m a bit of a group mom as I’m the one who always has snacks, hair ties, tissues, etc whenever someone needs them in my purse (mind you it’s not very big and it baffles my friends when I pull out so many things from it because they don’t know how I manage to fit so much inside the little thing). Big time napper which lends into my more cuddly and affectionate tendencies.

D&D nerd, specifically big time bard main (it’s such a versatile class especially when mixed with something like druid. I’m a menace to my GMs)

Big time pebbler, if I see something that reminds me of someone I will not hesitate to give it to them as a gift to show I care and am paying attention.

I’m non-binary and bisexual/demiromantic (I like both men and women but need a strong bond with someone to fall in love) I’m not picky at all with my pronouns since my presentation changes in a day to day basis. Some days I dress more feminine, some days I look like I just crawled out of a lumber yard, most days I’m too tired to care what I look like.

Homestuck specific information: my classpect is witch of light and I’m a Virgo.

Thank you so much for answering my question again and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

- Pierced Anon

Alright, I hope this looks alright for you!

Akame ga Kill Matchup: Sheele

-She would love the way you pack your bags, as well as your pebbling. I think she would likely fall in love with you as a result of the combination of those two things, assuming you were friends to begin with.

-She would be a very ruthless and violent yandere, but she would never hurt you on purpose, even if you were trying to escape her.

-Of course, accidents may happen given her clumsiness and your chaotic nature, but she'll apologize profusely for any damage she's done.

-She would enjoy the cuddles that come with you being a huge napper. However, if her being around for your naps messes up your ability to take them, I could see her being willing to leave you alone to nap. If she were to do that though, you'd need to make up for that cuddling at a different point in time.

Legend of Zelda Matchup: Malon

-I think she would likely fall in love with you some time when you visit her ranch. Maybe you wanted to visit to get better baking supplies straight from the farm, and Malon just took a particular liking to you.

-I think she would try to bribe you to come back, offering to give you a discount on milk and eggs, or even give them to you for free, so long as you bring her back something you've baked.

-She would be touchy and insistent that you stick around just a little longer each time, until she doesn't let you leave at all. At first, she'll say it's because Hyrule Field is dangerous at night. But when morning comes and she still won't let you leave, you'll realize that something is off.

-Ideally, you won't care too much and you two will be able to live a happy life together on the ranch, but if that's not the case she's not afraid of tying you up or simply locking you in her room.

-Once you settle in, she'll want you to bake for her often and she'll enjoy watching you create things. I doubt she would let you whittle or use any sort of weapon, but other than that she'd be happy to engage in your hobbies if they'll keep you happy.

-I feel like she would be the least approving of your piercings and tattoos out of your matches, but she wouldn't make you get rid of them. She might prevent you from getting new ones in the future though. Though, that depends on how well you've convinced her that you truly do love her and that you'd definitely stay with her of your own volition if she wasn't keeping you trapped in one way or another.

Homestuck Matchup: Aradia Megido

-I could see Aradia going for you either platonically or romantically. Either way, she'd be so affectionate that it might be hard to tell the difference unless she starts kissing you.

-So long as you remain calm and act loving enough towards her, she'd be willing to get you supplies to knit and crochet and all. Of course, anytime you're actually knitting or crocheting, she'll be using it to her advantage to get more time to cling onto you.

-She definitely wouldn't mind the occasional chaos, but if it got to a point where she was concerned about you making an escape attempt or getting out of her control, she would restrain you with her telekinesis.

-She would enjoy hearing about classic weapons, but she wouldn't be willing to let you use them. However, if you were to talk to her about it, she'd sit through anything you could tell her with an enthused grin on her face.

#yandere #homestuck #legend of zelda #akame ga kill #yandere homestuck #yandere legend of zelda #yandere akame ga kill #matchups #yandere matchups #malon #aradia megido #sheele #x reader #yandere x reader #homestuck x reader #legend of zelda x reader #akame ga kill x reader #akame ga kiru #pierced anon

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atmilliways · 1 year ago

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Wrong On The Money (11-12)

parts 11 & 12 of ?? | 1076 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Giving the kids rides home from Hellfire meetings is wreaking havoc on Steve’s gas money. It also involves the double-edged sword of Eddie being there.

11.

Giving the kids rides home from Hellfire meetings is wreaking havoc on Steve’s gas money. It also involves the double-edged sword of Eddie being there. Two birds, one stone—but seeing him always stirs up feelings in Steve’s chest that he doesn’t know what to do with, so the audience isn’t ideal.

“About that total,” Eddie says one night, in the hurried rush between the kids piling into the Beemer and exchanging bills so either no one saw or the older club members assumed it was a simple drug deal. “I need to charge interest.”

Steve pauses, peering at Eddie, whose expression and body language carry more of the tension from their first run-in than he’s seen in a while. His first instinct is to ask about his uncle, but he’s not supposed to know about that and doesn’t want to get Dustin in trouble for telling him.

So much for a straightforward total. There’s some jewelry in his parents' room that his mom hasn’t missed in months, and probably won’t ask about whenever she bothers to stop by the house next. Maybe he can sell it, help both Eddie and himself out.

“Sure, why not,” Steve sighs.

It’s Eddie’s turn to stop and frown at him. “Really? No protest, just like that?”

Steve angles a thumb over one shoulder, pointing back at the Beemer right as one of the kids (his money, if he had any left, would be on Mike) gets to the horn. “No time,” he says with a tight smile of his own.

The car honks again as he turns to go. He was right; Dustin has shotgun, but Mike is the one leaning up from the back seat to lay on the horn.

“Mike! Patience, dictionary, look it up!” Shaking his head, Steve starts towards the car at a brisk pace, throwing a quick “See you next week, Munson” over his shoulder.

12.

What the fuck was that, what the fuck was that?

“What the fuck was that?”

Jeff’s voice mirroring his exact thought makes Eddie jump at least half a foot in the air. Gareth and Frank are already headed to Frank’s car, a fact he notes with confusion because—

“I told them you’re giving me a ride,” Jeff explains. “Figured it’d give you an opportunity to share about whatever’s going on with you and The Hair lately.”

“There’s nothing going on,” Eddie mumbles, jamming both hands deep in his jeans pockets to tuck the wad of bills he’d palmed from Harrington safely away. He slouches off towards his van where it sits alone in the deserted parking lot.

“Then he’s shit at buying drugs,” Jeff shoots back, following, “because he didn’t take anything with him. Come on, Eddie, how long have we been friends? I was right there getting that rabies shot with you after you tried to house train a raccoon, man.”

Eddie gets in and starts the van, looking anywhere but at his friend. “What are you poking at this for? Let it go, it’s not that big a deal.”

Yes it is. Yes it is and I am in over my head, I am so in over my head it’s not even—

“Dude,” Jeff says flatly. “I can see you thinking a mile a minute.”

So Eddie cracks. He drives out to the middle of nowhere and parks in a field, and tells Jeff everything, hardly stopping for breath the entire time. He outs Harrington, which he's literally being paid not to do. He outs himself (which, nothing against Jeff, but he was kind of hoping to get the fuck out of Hawkins before anyone besides his uncle found out). He talks about how the doctors keep extending the time Wayne is on the medication, not happy with some sort of results from blood tests, and having to ask for interest.

“And he’s going to do it,” Eddie says, winded by disbelief of this fact as well as everything else that's tumbled out of his mouth like a goddamn avalanche. “He didn’t even ask how much. That must mean—I must have really intimidated him, right? What if I’m ruining his life?”

“Oh bull,” Jeff scoffs, finally elbowing a word in edgewise. “Nothing I saw tonight implied he thinks you’re intimidating. Look, wait a minute—did you just say you’re gay?”

Eddie freezes. “I . . . sort of did, yeah.”

“. . . And the best you can do is a crush on Steve Harrington?

He flushes, pulling clumps of his hair to cover his face with both hands—mortified, but also hiding a manic grin. They’ve been friends for years, and while Eddie hadn’t expected Jeff to call him a fag and spit in his face, it would’ve been too much to expect this kind of easy acceptance.

That done, he starts patting his pockets for a joint, because god he needs one. “Uh, apparently? He’s, I mean, he looks like that, but. . . .”

“But a total douchebag,” Jeff supplies. “Man, I get it, most of the girls in this town would call me a nerd or have their boyfriends beat me up as soon as look at me.” He pauses, accepting the joint when passed to him with a look he sometimes gets when trying to puzzle out one of the traps Eddie's set in a campaign. “You’re right though, it’s weird. I never would’ve guessed blackmail because he didn’t even seem, like, mad.”

Eddie pounces on that, nodding hard. “Yeah, exactly! You know, he never even asked why I wasn’t worried that he’d tell people about me? I had an answer all lined up too, I was going to be all—” he drops into one of his villain character voices, low and gravelly— “Everyone knows I’m a freak already, they don’t need confirmation. You, on the other hand, are prime real estate for the gossip mill to go to town on.”

Jeff smirks. “Well, that’s true. But you’re only threatening to tell his girlfriend, right?” When Eddie nods again, he simply shrugs. “So, maybe he’s not worried that she’ll spread it around. I know Buckley from band class, she’s decent. Could explain why he’s so relaxed about the whole thing.”

“But then why is he paying?” Eddie wails, getting both arms in on the question.

“No idea. Maybe all that hair is weighing down on his brain.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbles, but he doesn’t mind. It's a relief to tell someone, even though he's still not sure how to feel about the whole mess.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #jeff is eddie's bff in this one. i don't make the rules i just write the story.#steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #jeff (stranger things)

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communicationthroughlyrics · 1 year ago

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 8

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: I've got a long weekend, so I'm hoping to post this and Chapter 9. This is a shorter chapter, so let's see how this goes XD.

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Ch. 8: The Weight That’s Crushing Can Be Relieved

You had honestly driven just about as fast as you could to get to the tower as quick as possible. The anxiety alone that you were in the process of pushing down was almost crippling you at this point, years of unresolved traumas resurfacing with the reappearance of the only being that you hoped was dead somewhere for the last 8 years. This was one part of your past you never wanted to confront again, but ironically you had to deal with it now- for work, for a new client. The rest of the trip was anti-climactic, nothing of significance really happened. Kris had only called you about an hour ago, checking to make sure you were still on track to show up at the office around 2. You looked at the clock on the radio to the truck, seeing that it was now 2:18 PM as you pulled into the underground garage. The garage attendant did a double take, not anticipating seeing you here on a Sunday. You always made sure to give yourself 1 day off a week, usually Sundays. You rolled down the window, stopping by the all concrete office that he worked out of, complete with bullet proof one way glass windows.

“Hey Ralph, how are you today?” You asked, handing him your work badge so he could swipe it, giving you a little ticket to stick to the inside of your windshield, signaling to all that this vehicle was allowed to park here.

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N, it’s a wonder to see you here today. I hear you gotsa big project comin’ up.” He handed back your card, leaning against the doorway to the office.

“Yeah, I do Ralph. And please, call me Y/N.” You slid your card back into your wallet, before resting your right arm over the steering wheel to the truck and holding your chin with your left, which was resting on the armrest on the door.

“Good luck with your project, Ms. Y/N. And get some rest, you ain’t looking so great.” He smirked, before closing the door to his office and retiring to his post.

“There’s a real confidence boost,” you think to yourself as you slowly pull forward, working your way up the floors in the parking garage to get to the highest floor, and finding your rightful spot in the level, complete with your title on the sign bolted to the wall. As you pulled in, you noticed that Kris’ car wasn’t there yet, so you glanced down at you phone to see if she had texted you. With no new notifications, you quickly typed out a message to her, hitting send and bringing down the visor in the truck to check your appearance. Ralph was right, you looked like absolute hell. It was obvious you hadn’t slept, the bags under your eyes a faint greenish purple hue, almost like you had two healing black eyes. Your eyes were red, like you could be a spokesperson for Visine, and the puffiness around your eyes betrayed the intermittent crying of the past few days. You felt your phone vibrate, glancing down at the screen.

2:24 PM YOU- “Hey, you close? I just pulled into my spot, I'll be in there shortly.”

2:26 PM KRIS- “Yeah, I had to make a pit stop on my way in, I know you haven’t eaten anything but gas station garbage. I'll be there in 10.”

You smirk at how well she knows your habits, before climbing out of the truck and going to the passenger side to grab the duffel bag. You stretch briefly, groaning at your joints aching from pushing through that drive after having been up for 17 hours prior. You brush yourself off, wiping off any crumbs that may be lingering from your road snacks, and any wrinkles in your clothes. You stood by the door to the elevator, swiping your security card and pressing the up button, tapping your foot while you waited for the elevator to arrive. The door dinged open, and you stepped inside, pressing the button to take you to your office.

You slid the card to open your door, throwing your duffle bag onto the sofa at the far end of your office, and walked over to the private bathroom that lurked behind a faux wall panel. You looked yourself up and down, realizing just how terrible you really looked. You reached over to the small cabinet on the wall, grabbing a cloth from within, and wetting it with cold water, wiping your face entirely, and wringing it out before soaking it in cold water again, and resting it on your eyes. Your stomach made a small grumble at its lack of true sustenance, and you heard the faint click of your office door opening, meaning Kris had arrived. You heard the click of high heels coming towards your desk area. Rising from the toilet, you removed the washcloth from your eyes, wringing it back out and draping it over the empty towel rack in front of you. You splashed some water onto your face, and ran your fingers through your undercut hair before opening the door and walking out to greet your assistant.

“Thank you for meeting up with me, I know you value time off a little bit more than me.” You state, drawing the attention of the blonde in front of you, sitting in one of the arm chairs with her legs crossed. She had on a pair of light blue ripped jeans, and a simple black t-shirt, and her glasses sat on top of her head.

“Jesus, Y/N/N. What is wrong with you?” She quickly rose and came over to your side, concern etched into her features. She could tell you were not doing so well right now. “What’s going on?” She rubbed your arms up and down, while you stared down at the hardwood floor. She shifted her head to interrupt your vision, stirring you from your trance, and grabbing your hands to try and ground you. When you winced in pain, she looked at the bandaged hand that was in her grasp. You motioned for her to sit across from you, keeping the barrier of the desk between you for this conversation.

“Sit down, I’ll tell you. But you’re not going to like it. God knows I don’t.” You state as shed the coat you were wearing, and draping it over the back of your chair.

“Do you want some food first? You look like you haven’t eaten for days. I brought you some tikka from your favorite place.” She motioned towards the bag sitting on a far table.

“Right now Kris, I’m really not hungry. I ate some of a sandwich on my way here.” You reasoned, trying to reassure her that you had been taking care of yourself.Her face dropped, but she knew better than to try and force you right now. “But you can go ahead and eat some, if you want.” You nodded towards the bag, and she walked over, opening it and getting her containers of food set out. She brought over a few cups, one with rice, one with her masala, as well as a foil pouch which you knew held some garlic naan inside of it. On a normal day, you would absolutely devour some of this, and. Your mouth would water at the smell of the naan, but in your current state it made your mouth run dry, as you felt queasy.

“Does any of this have to do with that creeper dude by your apartment?” She asked, staring down at the container of food in her hand, picking through it for the piece she wanted, before glancing back up at you. Your hand shook slightly at the mention of him. But you knew, you had to tell her some of what you had ‘discovered’.

“Yeah, it is. It’s all about him right now.” You state flatly, standing up and walking over to the windows in your office, grabbing the dog tags under your shirt and rubbing them for some form of comfort. “He was in McCall. Working at the general store.” You stare out the window of the high-rise, not sparing a glance over to the woman at your desk,

“He what?!” She asked with a tone of disbelief. “Y/N, that can’t be a coincidence. Did he say anything?” She set her food down, leaning over to rest her arms on her knees to get slightly closer to you.

“He approached me in the parking lot, trying to make a conversation about the Cobra. I pretty much shut that conversation down, then went in to get my groceries. When I checked out, he was the cashier. Went by ‘Fred’ at the store.” You glanced back over your shoulder, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Have you seen him anywhere else?”

“No. Not physically, at least.” She narrowed her eyes at this statement. She could tell that you were being purposefully vague, and that irritated her to no end.

“Not physically? What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, leaning back in the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.

“When I got back home, I did some research. Turns out that ‘Fred’, or Mr. Steven Waters, was one of my Sergeants while I was in the Army.” You turned around at the last bit of information, wanting to see how she reacted to him being from your past as well. He eyebrow raised, and she ran one of her hands through her hair.

“So you know him?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” You express flatly, not wanting to let on that there was more to this story. “He’s a real swell guy.” You lace as much sarcasm as you could into the last of that statement. “Looks like he’s had a rough go of things since his discharge. Battery, Aggravated Assault, Robbery, you name it. Man has been busy for the last 8 years.”

“That’s how long it’s been since you last saw him?” She asks, her tone alluding to the fact that she knows you are withholding information.

“Yeah. He’s definitely changed a bit since then. Which would explain why I didn’t recognize him at first.” You state.

“But still, you have the uncanny ability to recall the most vague of details. Something isn’t adding up here, Y/N.” She stood, coming over to where you stood., looking you in the eyes. “Do you think that’s who was in that car behind you?”

“I know it was. He was driving. He had someone else with him, but I don’t know who.”

“How do you know? I mean, if you never saw him, it may have not been him.”

“He called me.” You mumble, walking away towards the sofa where your bag lay.

“Wha…What?” She turned on an axis, stalking after you to try and withdraw more information from you. “What do you mean he called you?”

“Did I stutter? He CALLED me. On my cell. Twice. First time, I was at the house. He knows that I know he’s lurking around. The second time was to tell me that he knew I was heading to LA, so it didn’t matter what route I took- he would find me either way.” Kris stood there, mouth agape as she absorbed the information being relayed to her. “He knows where I live, he has my phone number, he knows where I work.”

“How? How did this happen? You’re so tight lipped and close to the vest about everything. You’re normally so careful.” She spoke softly, not wanting to insinuate that this was your fault.

“Hes an ex-Ranger, Kris. He was one of the best trackers in the goddamn military. I learned from HIM.” You punctuate the last part, to let her know that he had been the teacher, meaning he knew more than you. “I may hate his guts, but he was like a goddamn bloodhound. You told him to find someone, and he would find them, their closest relatives, you name it. Witness Protection, Clandestine, didn’t matter. He would find you. He found out about this contract before I did. And it isn’t like I haven’t been interviewed and published. People still know about me, Kris.” She grimaced at this, knowing that meant he knew about everyone in your life by this point, including her.

“So changing your number won’t help, I take it?” She tried to make light of the situation slightly, but you just glared at her.

“No. It won’t.” You played with the zipper on your duffle bag.

“So, if you know this guy, why do you seem so off about it?”

“Kris, thats exactly why I’m off. I know him.” The innuendo in that statement made your skin crawl. “I know what he is capable of. And all things considered, he is a man with nothing to loose. He is dangerous, and it sounds like the wrong people have a hold on him.”

“Why did you come back early? Why not take the time to process? And why the hell wouldn’t you fly in?” You knew this would come up, and you weren’t sure you knew the answer.

“Honestly, I just need to work. I need to figure out what this guy has been doing to warrant a top tier security firm being hired to protect an A List celebrity. I need to know the in between, and what he has been up to since his discharge that lead up to this point. He is too dangerous to just take time away- so I need to bury myself in work. Occupy my time. ” You state, sitting yourself down on the sofa. You didn’t want to tell her you drank yourself into a stupor and didn’t feel like flying would be safe.

“Ok.” She left it at that, for which you were thankful. But you could tell she knew there was more.

“Has there been any discussion as to what this guy has already done to the client?” You ask, moving your bag to the floor so you could rest more comfortably on the sofa.

“The Client? Y/N, just say Scarlett. And no, not to my knowledge. All I know is that this security threat has affected and rattled her to the point she lost her husband as a result. I know you care, but you need to rest first, so you can put your best foot forward. When was the last time you slept?” She asked, coming over to kneel by the sofa.

“I dunno,” you mumble, glancing at your watch, which now read 3:15 PM. “I couldn’t sleep, so I was up at 3 yesterday morning.” She shook her head in disapproval.

“Y/L/N, you need to sleep. Do you need me to drive you back to the apartment?”

“No, I’ll head there in a little bit. I just need to rest for a bit and feel productive.” You don’t want to let her know that you’re planning on staying here, you know that he will be watching your apartment. You don’t trust him when he knows you’re alone.

“Ok, Y/N. Get some rest, wash up and I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks K. And thank you for bringing me something to eat.” You smiled briefly.

“You know it. And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of that hand. I don’t wanna know how that shit happened.” She narrowed her eyes at you, insinuating that she thinks it may be self inflicted.

You watched as she left your office after placing your food into the small fridge located behind your desk. You made sure that she left the floor before moving your bag into the hidden bathroom, hanging up your work clothes so they wouldn’t be wrinkly for the morning. This is the time you were glad that they let you design your own office. You had hidden the bathroom, so no one really knew there was one in here but Kris, but even she had no clue that you had designed a full hidden Murphy bed into the wall as well. You pulled the book on your shelf that was responsible for the latch, and slowly eased the bed onto the floor. You flopped onto the mattress, pressing a button on the wall nearby to draw all the shades for the windows to the office, allowing the room to fall into darkness. You grabbed your phone and set a series of alarms, ensuring that you would wake up before anyone arrived for work in the morning, and so you could freshen up in the gyms showers.

(CHAPTER 9)

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stillness-in-green · 6 months ago

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Again on the Advisor front and it involves the image below. In this case, this is the image made in response to Skeptic talking about those in the PLF that were Heteromorphs with a grudge against the system. Spinner's crew and Katana makes sense, Pilot Zombie and Cabbie Shark you can also kinda guess given their designs.......but why the heck is Bindi the Younger and Skully here? Are they really that Heteromorphic underneath their gear? While glad for them to get more screentime, feels as if at least Skully would have been better off being replaced by Toadman or something?

Oh, that is a weird choice. I mean, Cabbie Hat guy isn't even that heteromorphic (especially when the anime can't be bothered to accurately depict how enormous he is!), and I definitely don't think Bindi the Younger is, especially not if she is actually related to Bindi the Elder, who is just Grandma-Shaped, no more or less divergent than that.

Hose Face has always felt to me like he could be heteromorphic, in that the enormous hose attached to his mask serves no useful function I've ever been able to identify. It tucks into the big satchel bag he wears at his side, but to what end? Is he breathing some substance out of there? Is it light armor worn over an elephantine trunk, but the armor reduces the trunk's mobility so he just stashes the end in the satchel to keep it from swinging around and being in the way?

When he gets thrashed by Gigantomachia, the hose gets shredded but there's no bloodspray, so it would seem he didn't have an actual limb in there. But his quirk emits from around his hands, and it doesn't seem like anyone else affected by it requires protection from it, as against e.g. Mustard's gas. So what's the deal?

It's vague enough that I'd probably swap Bindi the Younger out first, if I were just picking one. But regardless, yes, Trucker Frog should definitely have been there if they were just looking for heteromorphic advisors to throw into the shot. Maybe they just didn't have a reference on hand because they didn't actually wind up showing Trucker Frog in the anime thanks to the damn fool way they decided to depict the PLF structure back when?

Feels like they'd have ultimately been better served by just cutting a person off either end of the lines and consolidating the obvious heteromorphs. Or, better yet, just show a bunch of random rural heteromorphs as the ones with the grudge against the system, since those are the people Skeptic is actually talking about: unfairly Villainized heteromorphs or those pushed into Villainy by their untenable circumstances, ones who came to respect Spinner as a result of his visibility with the League of Villains and the PLF's subsequent pushing of his image via the posters and such.

Sure, maybe the original discrimination pushed a portion of heteromorphs towards the MLA, especially if the MLA was doing some below-the-surface outreach efforts with that crowd prior to the League hitting the scene anyway, but ultimately the group Skeptic is referring to in that scene are the people on the streets, the rioters Spinner will lead to the hospital, not the heteromorphs of the PLF, regardless of what brought the latter into the fold.

Watching the scene just to make sure we were on the same page, I notice the anime didn't include the flashback of the Spinner cosplayers, which - well, I don't know if they showed up where they should have originally (the Villain Hunt montage after Deku parts ways with All Might), and I wouldn't be surprised if they were cut, given the anime's ongoing Spinner Crimes. But one or both times, it's a damn weird cut to make, given that they're the biggest foreshadowing throughline that leads to the hospital mini-arc to begin with!

We really shouldn't have been seeing rando PLF guys there at all, other than the ones the series had already tied to that plot, but we especially shouldn't have been seeing them as stand-ins for the common civilian heteromorphs that are actually being talked about as people who will answer Spinner's call. It's Kind of Important to Shouji being able to talk them down that they're just people who've pushed too far, not members of the paramilitary quirk liberation cult!

Thanks as always for the ask!

#bnha #plf advisors #shockersalvage #stillness answers #heteromorph discrimination plot

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honeybewrites · 7 months ago

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Give me a ramble about anything and everything!! 🩷🩷

Soooo I know I'm super late to answering this ask and I also took a two week hiatus from posting my schedule. Tag games had built up (I had like 20 drafts at one point and I think I still missed a few), irl things got really busy, and I kind of hit a little low motivation train from just being so exhausted. BUT!! I'm finally caught up on everything, downed an energy drink to give me the energy, and I think I can get back to my regular posting schedule!

I'm using this to do my Monday world building/lore post, so you're about to get some rambles about one of my favorite species: DRAGONS!!!!!

I specifically want to talk about Tanimoriem, one of the subspecies of Dragons in my WIPs. Both WIPs involve the species pretty heavily and... I just like them so I'm going to burden you all with my unintelligible ramblings :D

As always, quick disclaimers. This is a long post, big surprise there. I can't find any CW, but if I missed something, let me know! With that out of the way, let's get into it!!

Tanimoriem, also shortened to Tan, came about during the Dragon War (the first one). This war happened centuries before either WIP takes place and has little recorded history.

At the hight of the war, the Dragons came up with a plan. And through massive amounts of elemental and energy, the Dragons "gifted" parts of themselves to various select beings who had been extremely loyal to them through the war, resulting in the new species, the Tanimoriem. It still remains to be one of the most impressive and powerful uses of elemental in history.

As time went on and the Second Dragon War came and passed, the Tan grew to be seen as lesser species, similar to how the fairies, giants, and other intelligent species are less respected and discriminated against. The Tan have been used by many Realms, governments, and organizations as guinea pigs and disposable assets. And since the Dragons retreat from the Realms, they are the last link to them and have been nearly wiped out of existence.

Now, for what the actually species look like, the best I can come up with is a mix between a tiefling and a dragonborn. Throw on some scales, big wings, those dragonborn legs, and you've got yourself a Tanimoriem! They've got that humanoid face with the horns, tails, and pointy ears. They have human like hair on their head, pointy teeth, and humanish hands with claws. Coloring, wing size, tail types, and horn shape/size all vary depending on what Realm the Tan originates from.

These two pictures were about the closest I could find if you were to mush them together.

Each Realm has their own ethnicity of Tan with unique features developed specifically for that Realm. For example Realm Ketaawi, which is ninety percent water, has Tan that are able to breathe underwater and can withstand immense pressure from diving so deep in the oceans. Their horns are usually smaller and their sight is one of the best of any Realms creatures.

Whereas Realm Aveilu, which is a gas planet with habitable rings, has Tan with the largest wingspan. These Tan can hold their breathes for long amounts of time or survive in low oxygen atmosphere. They are also well adapted to colder temperatures as flying high up it gets pretty chilly.

The other really cool thing about their appearance, is they can morph! Or shape shift. They have two forms: their "natural" Tanimoriem form like the description above, and their "humanoid" or namuh form. Their scale color transfers to their skin color, so if you've got purple scales, guess who's got purple skin?

Morphing is excruciatingly painful. Their bodies basically deconstruct and rebuild themselves in the matter of a minute. So changing from Tan to namuh, their wings have to break down into their back, their horns have to shrink down into their head, their legs have to change, not to mention all their internal organs and scales. Think of it like a werewolf, only they have control over when they morph or not. Generally, they like to stick to one form as long as possible. Not only because of the pain, but there can be complicates. Bones can grow back wrong, an organ can be missing, you can die from the blood loss. It's generally not worth the risk.

Like all Dragon species, Tanimoriem generally live in packs. Packs can be as small as three members, to as large as a hundred or more. Most packs fall within the twenty to fifty range, quickly dwindling as more Tan are killed off.

Every member of the pack has a job to do and everyone is treated equally. All members make sure everyone is provided with food and shelter, older members help raise and teach the pups and protect the pack. Once a Tan reaches maturity, about thirty-two, they are allow to participate in pack meetings where elders are elected and other things like pack laws are discussed.

Most of the packs in any given Realm have good communication with each other. Relaying news about the war and other important things freely. Generally, any conflicts between packs are short and peacefully resolved. They all look after each other and do their best to avoid the other species, especially namuhs.

One of my favorite things about Dragons is their bonds. It's one of the most important things in their culture and lives. Being close with the pack is vital to their survival. Dragons need to bond with each other or else they can get violently ill or even die. They weren't made to be solitary creatures and they need the comfort of others.

There are dozens of bonds between Dragons. Parental bonds, friendship bonds, romantic bonds, sexual bonds, some mix of those, or something else all together!

There are certain things consistent with all bonds, but with all of them, it's a spectrum.

The Tan involved, either one or multiple, are able to communicate telepathically with each other in some way. Sometimes, it must be intentional and the Tan involved have to open their minds to receive. On the opposite end of the spectrum, sometimes you're just going to hear your bonded Tan's thoughts, twenty-four seven and you have to intentionally block them out and even then it doesn't do much.

They can "feel" each other as well. Again, it's a spectrum. So you might have to really focus to feel the emotions of the bonded Tan, or you might have to focus to figure out which emotions are yours and which are your bonded Tan's.

Each bond is different for each Tan. No two are the same. And the Tan has no control over what kind of bond they will get. The Tan believe it's the Ancients that give them the appropriate bonds they need for each other. It's also heavily influenced by biological and mental factors and those bonds can evolve or deteriorate over time.

Tiny little side note, which is in no way important to EoWC in any way, Tanimoriem don't have to bond with just other Dragons. They can bond with other species, like say, Mirralians. *Rage* *cough cough*

I think this is a long enough ramble. Otherwise we're going to be here all day. Once again, thank you @anaisbebe for the ask and letting me ramble!

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