#can’t remember her full name fake fucking fam

[fawntastic]

Tlt sketchpage. Mostly from Nona the Ninth

[space-dreams-world]

Get what you wished for

First time writing a prompt: DP X DC au “get what you wished for”

Au where Danny is the blood daughter of Batcat is between Dick and Jason's age. Selina gave up Dione Luna Wayne as she help she is unable to raise her and Bruce would paint a target on her daughter's back. As a memento, she left two stuffed cats, a letter and a bat toy to remember her by.

How the Fentons got Danny:  Gotham is full of supernatural energy, with the Lazarus pits under it. The Fentons trying to find a place to create a bigger portal with LP juice,(experiments can fuck you up reproductively. Jazz was a struggle to birth.)

Jasmine comes across Baby Dione and duckling imprints on her. The Fentons don’t realize the baby was abandoned and named him Danny, not realizing the wrong gender( they never do), no claim to the baby, ours now.

The Fentons take some LP juice to find more LP juice, which in amity park, there is a bunch(uncorrupted) and the ley lines are weak there. (finds house over direct access to an unclaimed Lazarus pit, and builds a secret third basement to get more ectoplasm to fuel their obsession. LP is ectoplasm btw.)

Danny is genderfluid but presents themselves as FTM Trans.

Portal time!: Danny shows his friends, Sam and Tuck his parent's third child, the portal. Peer pressured by their only friends, Danny goes into the plugged, malfunctioning portal, only to get zapped where their soul and body are fused as one being, unable to separate. (Danny sort of blames his friends for their death but appreciates that they are sticking by them. But later realizes they are their ticket to excitement.)

 Jasmine notices right away that something is wrong with Danny. (Jazz is much closer to Danny in this au)

Danny is more independent in this au. (make more friends with ghosts, help them than enemies)

Danny by extension is an atlas of the Infinite realms and Earth, is pretty much op. Picking up skills and powers like nobody's business, (immortality? maybe, BAMF? definitely) Clockwork as ghost parent, Ellie, Dan, the other clones and Jazz as their sisters/brothers/ children and being High Eldritch sovereign of the Infinite realms. ( Fuck u, Vlad, everyone can see ur evil corrupt ass, creepy and fake)

Dual Obsession is space and peace/protection, has a multi-core and is blessed by the zone itself.

Amity Park is in a time/paradox bubble where the events of Danny Phantom occur. (in all 3 cannon seasons, they have never celebrated a birthday, I‘ve noticed.)

How Bat fam meets Danny: It’s been a few years, Danny reveals to their parents his status they are excited and can’t wait to figure out how he survived.  The GIW has bugged their home and raided their house as their want also figure out how Danny survived, and make Super-Soldiers. (tipped off by Vlad)

Danny and Jazz take this as a worst-case scenario and book it to Gotham by Danny's suggestion because their bio-fam lives there and Gotham energy fuck with ectoplasm readings. Danny starts to look for his mom Selina, but when the civilian bat fam sees them, they look like a young Martha Wayne. Jazz starts working in Arkham internship for her Psychology degree and Danny goes to Gotham U for College. Some of Danny’s Ghost friends follow them, i.e: Desiree.

Angst time: Bruce's wish vs. Damian's wish 

Bruce's wish: "I wish I knew you earlier in life to protect you..." 

 Bruce is given Dione at a very young age and does his best at trying to raise her.

Dione is clueless about her family's trade secret. She is a civilian and sort of grew up alone. (Bruce was busy being batman and CEO of WE, Tim drake situation, baby alone in a big empty house.) 

Bruce still adopts Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Damian and Duke. (Damian and duke after the event) 

Loves what Bruce does for Gotham, doesn't like that Wayne Enterprise takes most of his time away from the family, and hates Batman because of the ouroboros he creates in Gotham. (Endless cycle of crime, rehab, corruption, murder{Thank you, xmarksthespotonthemilkyway for Supervillain DAD! lex Luthor}) 

Dione has many hobbies to pass the time while she waits for her family, mainly she paints, writes and spends time with Alfred who she considers her real father instead of Bruce. (Being Batman has downsides, people!) 

Selina visits her daughter at the manor and is pissed at Bruce for treating their daughter like a rotting bird in a cage. (Expect it to be there when he returns, to see it leave or die because you took too long to cherish it.) 

• ANGST+: After Jason's death and resurrection, The sibs try to get Jason to come to the manor to show Dione that he is alive, at first Dione doesn't believe him or them, but he convinced her otherwise. This is where she learns that their vigilantes. (Jason and Dione were friends that get along like a house on fire, but the house exploded and Dione felt something missing in her life.)

Bruce and Jason as Batman and Red Hood have a huge fight in one of the manor rooms destroying some property and shit. Turns out it was Dione's painting room, where she was secretly working on a portrait painting of the whole family (including the late Jason Todd) for Bruce's birthday, and it gets ruined.

Dione berates them for destroying her work and declares that she fucking hates this family and what they put her through all the time.

Decides she wants to stay with Selina instead. During this time, Dione realizes a way to end the ouroboros cycle and decides to kill the joker in a quiet way, for all the hell he put her and her family through. (Lures joker to an unmarked hill location away from people to a hole in the ground with a wooden casket and fires five rounds at him. He falls in gets covered and is buried alive as he slowly dies from gunshot wounds. She can't have what she wants, and neither will he.) 

Dione, later reveals to the family that she killed the joker after he doesn't return to Arkham and can't be found.

Bruce sends her to jail. 

The sibs are pissed at Bruce for doing that, while at the GCPD, Dione is taken advantage of and raped by corrupt cops. 

The sibs try to get her out and get her to tell them where Joker's buried, but she takes as the cycle is still continuing and commits suicide in Jail. (In her letter to them, she tells her final wish is to be buried on a hill with a clear view of the night sky with a big tree in an unmarked grave, so she can be forgotten as a part of her family, but not Gotham.) 

Bruce feels fucking guilty that he pushed his daughter to this point, Selina and Alfred are at an end with him telling him I told you so and feel that Dione should not have been born into this life. (distraught, but once Damian and Duke enter the picture, they treat them better as a family.) 

Dione is fully dead and becomes a ghost. 

Batman and co. meet the new ruler of the Infinite Realms, and Recognize the ruler, Dione chose to let go of her past and forget them as they have done to her.

Damian's wish: "I wish you were never our sister..." 

This is technically the Canon bat fam x DP timelines, but with a few twists. 

• Dick is the one holding the fam together. He is more tired and stressed than before, maybe graying early..? (stressed and secretly depressed.) 

• Jason is more angst and vengeful than normal and fucking hates Bruce. (Jason is like kill the serial to end the cycle, avenge me, Bruce.) 

• Tim despises Damian more so than usual and tolerates Bruce. (baby brother attempts to murder, gets light punishment and the victim is not okay.) 

• Stephanie isn't really part of the bat family, goes by spoiler, and is studying to be a nurse. (quit being robin earlier, distant self from negative influence, dated Tim, now Cass.) 

• Cass, while mute doesn't communicate well with the rest of the family, which leads her to be quiet more often. (not expressive.) 

• Duke, the newest to the family, has a hard time understanding the rest of the family's issues with each other, fearing the family's reaction to him being a meta. ( Batman is more strict with no metas rule, Duke still becomes signal. ) 

• Alfred is still Canon, but more strict than normal. (Put up with this shit Alfred, but loves his adopted son and grandkids.)

Bruce is still Canon. Mostly negative, hard on himself, the family and everyone he interacts with, and wears a mask (not a physical one) to hide his emotions. Is more Batman than Bruce Wayne. (grunts don't meet clear communication Bruce!!!) 

• Damian is still Damian in this verse with his pets but loses his friendship with Jon. (no metas in Gotham, Bruce tolerates Superman.) 

[smiting-finger]

Bin AU Headcanons

Part II of the (〃ω〃) 500 followers! unwritten-headcanon amnesty (some given in response to AO3 comment questions, and others given unsolicited, lol), this time for Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart and from me to you, my heart to yours

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian

Pre-Wei Wuxian’s first arrest, Lan Wangji was quietly volunteering as general legal aid (helping old migrants with their internet/other service contracts, helping women with their domestic violence paperwork), and then Wei Wuxian gets arrested at a protest and Lan Wangji is not there and he doesn’t know this area of law so he signs up to get involved with Activist Legal Support the next day.

Relatedly: Lan Wangji’s approach to helping Wei Wuxian has always been to turn up, do what needs to be done for Wei Wuxian to achieve his goals and then silently leave again. So when the two goobers eventually move in together (and are finally fully in each other’s space, and fully across each other’s movements), Wei Wuxian goes through a period of constant realisations like “Oh, Lan Zhan, you’re the one who’s been doing this? This as well?! THAT, TOO???”

Pre-fake dating, Lan Wangji knows that Wei Wuxian won’t keep any gifts given by secret admirers, but will shamelessly accept anything that Lan Wangji gives him outright as a friend (”friend”). He derives a petty satisfaction from that, and so has responded more than once to a gift-incident by giving Wei Wuxian a corresponding gift of his own:

So if he heard about the gift socks, he’d go out and get Wei Wuxian a pair of novelty There’s No Planet B! socks, which Wei Wuxian would naturally wear both immediately and proudly with his shortest pair of 4/5ths pants. (And Lan Wangji would stand next to him and somehow radiate smugness without making any change to his expression.)

Needless to say, Wei Wuxian has received a lot of Lan Wangji chocolate (chilli, fairtrade), lunches (homemade, nutritious) and other small items.

Wei Wuxian never even considers the possibility of not putting all his fake-dating eggs into the Lan Zhan basket. And also never stops to think about why that iss.

In re kungfu practice: when sparring against normal people, Lan Wangji does annoyed-leg-sweeps because of “I’ll bring you down every peg to the floor” reasons he’s too well-bred to voice. 

Past recipients of this treatment have included:

Wen Chao, 

Xue Yang at his most obnoxious

Jin Zixuan when gossip about his comments in re Jiang Yanli not being pretty or successful enough to date him (”I can’t believe my mum set me up with someone so mediocre”) is at its height.

This is pre-Wei Wuxian onstage-punch. That comes during the second round of gossip.

With Wei Wuxian (and only Wei Wuxian), however, it’s always leg sweeps and pinning, which is because of ... “irritation”.

The Phoenix Mountain Reserve photo has been Lan Wangji’s favourite shot of Wei Wuxian since it was made publicly available, but he couldn’t use it as a wallpaper for obvious reasons.

Then he agrees to the fake-dating, sees how far Wei Wuxian was going to take it and realised: chansu!

At some point during the fake-dating, Wei Wuxian escalates from the phone entry of Oppa to calling Lan Wangji “Oppa~!” in real life, and then from there to a full “Oppa! Saranghaeyo~!” with the arms-on-head love heart. 

After n iterations of this, Lan Zhan responds with a mirror arms-on-head love heart and a deadpan “Saranghaeyo.” with his face still like (• _ •) and it’s an instant, supereffective K.O. for Wei Wuxian.

Every so often, when another one of his romantic overtures has soared right over Wei Wuxian’s head, Lan Wangji considers Jin Zixuan’s over-the-top demonstrations of affection and thinks (bleakly) “...Jin Zixuan got a singing telegram. Must I also resort to a singing telegram? ; _ ; “

In re: the concert hip-hop number, shirtlessness is the goal all along:

A-Qing (who is also a troublemaker on Lan Qiren’s radar - as soon as he receives the form that says that she and Wei Wuxian will be working together, his spidey senses start tingling) has been constantly referencing it throughout all their practices like: 

“Well, because you’ll be shirtless, you’ll have to make sure to-”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, totally do that, but remember that you’ll be shirtless too, so-”

Even Song Zichen and Xue Yang know about it and have been visibly bracing themselves for the dress (or undress, lul) rehearsal

Wei Wuxian has missed all of this because of his amazing tunnel vision.

Speaking of Song Zichen and Xue Yang, while they’re having their Moments:

Xiao Xingchen is swanning around like “But do you think the performance had artistic integrity? A-Qing, I’m a little worried that the choreography didn’t do full justice to the abilities of all our members! I hope they don’t think I’m hogging the limelight!”, taunting them with his half-nakedness while he earnestly tries to make sure that all the other dancers are comfortable and happy with the final arrangement

A-Qing fully notices the heart-eye beams shooting over from the wings (and fully notices the same heart-eye beams shooting over during various practices), briefly thinks about saying something to put the two losers out of their misery (because Xiao Xingchen is not the special level of oblivious that Wei Wuxian is), but then thinks ... nah.

During practice back-painting, Wei Wuxian is so focused on Not Looking that his mistimes his ~sexy stretch~ and gets it in precisely when Lan Wangji has turned his back to get the towel, so it really is all for nothing, RIP.

In the reprise back-painting session (and there definitely is one, what with Lan Wangji’s love for marking and the fact that Chinese calligraphers usually sign their name on their work), the levels of both shamelessness and trolling shoot through the roof on both sides:

Wei Wuxian suddenly feels the need to do a lot more whimpering and moaning, and his flinches of “surprise” and wriggling to “get comfortable” suddenly happen a lot more in the hip area than they did before.

Lan Wangji does a lot more touching of the skin he’s about to paint to “warn” Wei Wuxian that the brush is coming (do warnings have to be quite so ... lingering? Only Lan Wangji knows), discovers a sudden need for wrist-pinning to “hold Wei Wuxian still while he works” and his blowing on ink to get it dry suddenly gets a lot more ... sensual ...

Lan Wangji is the teacher that all his babies are always proposing to. They lOvE him with every inch of their tiny baby hearts, and after they get together, Wei Wuxian watches on with a knowing nod, like “My fam, I getcha. Gege will support you in expressing your feelings and we can ALL win!”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t know it, but he has a group of grannies and grandpas wringing their hands over his happiness, too: It’s all well and good that he’s seeing the Lan boy now, but when are they gonna get married, huh? HUH?! WHAT’S THE POINT OF SAVING THE PLANET IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA FILL IT WITH BABIES, WEI WUXIAN???

So once they officially start dating, Wei Wuxian steps into the Cultural Centre like “Ah, our fresh new romance! Even after all this time of fake-dating, I’d better give people some transition time to get used to this new state of affairs!”

And in the background, 73 aunties and grannies are thinking “Look how behind schedule you are, Wei Wuxian!” (because it’s definitely his fault, and not Lan Wangji’s). “Where are the babies? WHERE ARE THE BABIES??”

The wedding advice Wei Wuxian got from the grannies during Mianmian’s wedding prep is liberally flavoured with real life anecdotes like:

“Don’t be like XX’s son. He made the mistake of trying to skimp on the dowry - so disrespectful to people who’ve poured so much love and energy into raising a daughter - and it poisoned the entire relationship.”

“That venue is no good - YY’s daughter had her reception there, and we all had diarrhoea after eating the prawns.”

(And Wei Wuxian is like: “How can you retain all of this bullshit detail about every wedding the Cultural Society has ever witnessed, but still not know how to say the phrase ‘Excuse me, what time is the bus coming’ in English?!”)

Mianmian definitely also gets strong-armed by her excited mother into some glorious(ly terrible) Chinese-style studio wedding photos (with industrial-strength airbrushing and wedding costume changes that span many cultures and many Chinese time periods).

Mianmian swears to never let Wei Wuxian get his grubby hands on that album, on pain of death.

But then her parents host something, and Wei Wuxian goes, and right there, hanging in their living room, is a floor-to-ceiling calendar, featuring Mianmian and Mian-man dressed as Chinese emperor and empress (because Mianmian certainly didn’t want it in her house, but it came with the package.)

Wei Wuxian makes a noise that Mianmian previously thought only dolphins could produce, and proceeds to take SO MANY photos with his phone.

At some point after Mianmian’s wedding, Lan Wangji comes out of the shower to find:

1 pair of pyjama bottoms waiting for him on the bed; and

Wei Wuxian in the corresponding top (which doesn’t cover his butt after all, but whatever, he’s committed), shooting him a double-thumbs up and wearing an expression like 8D!

(And Lan Wangji decides it’s not worth fighting and just goes with it.)

Lan Qiren

Lan Qiren is totally the kind of parent who never boasts about his children directly, but will listen politely to you telling him about how your son scored 86 in his maths examination, and wait for you to obligation-ask about his kids before casually saying, “Oh, Wangji? He scored full marks” and smiling thinly.

He’ll add “Sounds like your son worked really hard” for extra fuck you value if you were being particularly obnoxious.

The greatest tragedy in his parenting life is realising that if your children are The Best, it’s only possible for them to marry down.

His initial feelings regarding Wei Wuxian dating his nephew can probably be summed up as: “Wei Wuxian, I did not lovingly raise my precious Lan Wangji just to give him to you!!!” 

(The problem is that his nephew (inexplicably) likes Wei Wuxian so much, mumblegrumble.)

For weeks after The Resentment of Lan Qiren, every time Lan Qiren sees Wen Ning, he shakes his head sadly to himself and mutters “What a shame, what a shame.”

When Wen Ning responds with a slightly panicked “?!”, Lan Qiren just pats him on the shoulder, like, “No, no, it’s not you. We can’t choose our relatives. And isn’t that the greatest shame in the world?” - and then DOESN’T EXPLAIN ANYTHING.

And after many bouts of thinking and rethinking still lead him to the conclusion that Wei Wuxian is the best choice in comparison to all the other available options, Lan Qiren may or may not visit Cangse Sanren’s grave to burn some incense for an excuse to stand there and offer a sullen, “You fukken got me again, you bastard. I can’t believe you.”

He doesn’t know who he hates more:

Wei Wuxian for being himself and yet still the best choice

Cangse Sanren for not letting being dead stop her from continuing to be a thorn in Lan Qiren’s side

Wen Ruohan for being undesirable enough to disqualify the only valid competitor

The other parents for failing to produce children who are better than Wei Wuxian 

(Like: Surely it can’t be that hard if he (+ his brother + his sister-in law) managed to produce two)

So he settles for hating everyone.

For his next birthday, Lan Xichen sends him a box of blood-pressure-lowering supplements.

Lan Qiren is like “!!!” but he still takes them because just because his nephew is being impudent does not mean there is not also a Need.

In re 3zun:

Lan Qiren goes around determinedly Not Thinking about Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao. Every time his eyes approach something he doesn’t want to see, he just turns his head like NOPE.

He eventually realises that he and Wei Wuxian have this in common and that Wei Wuxian is therefore his most valuable ally - both in terms of having someone to pivot to and have very loud, very enthusiastic conversations about anything else whenever the 3zun do something they don’t want to see, and also having someone to commiserate with about Not Wanting to Know. (But because they’re them, they alternate between teaming up for self-preservation and using their mutual weakness to take petty jabs at each other.)

"-If two of them are dating, then where does that leave the third one?!"

"RIGHT? Imagine finding out that they were silently pining away, forced to third-wheel for their unrequited love and best friend - unrequited LOVES AND BEST FRIENDS? What would you say to that?!"

"That's not even considering which one the third wheel would be - I honestly don't know which option would be the worst, they're all terrible."

"I'm almost ready to say that I'd rather they all be dating each other, except then I'd have to think about how that would work, dynamic-wise, like - who calls the shots? Do you think Nie Mingjue is domineering all the time, or do you think it’s a public front, and he then goes home to be dominated by-"

“STOP.”

Even before 3zun get together (both Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian have chosen to Never Know when this is), Jin Guangyao is throwing out suggestive comments left and right and then immediately whipping out his (◔◡◔✿) face for anyone’s double-take:

50% to test the waters of public sentiment before he makes a move and it actually becomes his problem

50% because he’s a troll who likes dominance displays

Knowing this factoid, one of Wei Wuxian’s mental 3zun Dynamics possibilities features Superdom!Jin Guangyao, but he does his best to avoid thinking about that.

After Lan Qiren mentally accepts Wei Wuxian into the fold:

He still internally responds to at least 50% of the things that Wei Wuxian does with “Why, that little shit”, but it’s also implied that Wei Wuxian is their little shit now.

And for Lan Family! Qiren, this means: If you shit on him, WE shit on you.

“Shufu” 

Lan Qiren definitely Notices when Wei Wuxian calls him that, but it Doesn’t Do to make a fuss.

He probably has a conversation with Lan Xichen sometime around the first family dinner that goes:

LQR: You've noticed that he's still calling me 'Uncle Qiren' like we're nothing to each other.

LXC: ...If you want him to call you Shufu, should you perhaps not mention that to him?

LQR: What? No, he should already know these things!

And then after the wedding:

LQR: Your brother's boyfriend is finally acting like one of the family. LXC: Haha, oh my.

Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan

Although their mothers have been friends for ages, Jin Zixuan grows up in a different city, so they don't see each other growing up. The Jins later move for Jin Zixuan's high-flying corporate job, Madam Jin joins the Culture Society at her friend's behest and immediately falls in love with Jiang Yanli as a daughter-in-law. 

After a lot of cajoling (in both directions), she gets them to agree to one date, which is a disaster (I have more headcanons about this but they won't fit in here) 

Jin Zixuan has a lot of money and zero sense of proportion, which does not generally result in tasteful things. (Where Jiang Yanli is concerned, his desire to keep up a "cool" image is completely overpowered by his desire to please, so that doesn't help either. Like a golden retriever who wants people to think he's a cat.) 

After they get married, Wei Wuxian sometimes thinks about the peacock's peacocking rituals, like: "It's good that he's gotten more reasonable now that they're married - no, wait, what if he hasn't gotten more reasonable, but there's just no one around to see it because they're married?!" and never gets brave enough to ask his sister about it. 

After Jin Ling's birth, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng (and maybe even Jin Zixuan) get locked in an ongoing battle for Jin Ling's affections. Jiang Yanli is the clear favourite, as she should be, but they all want to be #2, and their constant jostling is how he ends up with no chill despite being raised by one calm mum and one aloof (but secretly disaster) dad

But because Jiang Yanli is around, he's very polite about it: the kind of kid who barrels in screaming blue murder, skids to a halt and says "Auntie", and then tears out screaming blue murder again

Wei Wuxian tones it down a lot after he and Lan Wangji adopt A-Yuan because he’s got better things to do, but it’s still A Thing (during visits, A-Yuan spends a lot of time in Auntie Yanli’s lap being gently fed things while his dad and shushu yell at each other over the top of his cousin’s head)

Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli

Initially brought together by their brothers, they now meet up for regular, peaceful, wholesome tea-dates where they discuss the lives of their mutuals and gently exchange advice (and strategies on how to keep their angry-angry parent/proxy-parent's blood pressure down.

Whereas Jiang Cheng gets closer to coughing up blood with every year that passes by without Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji getting their shit together, Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli take the more optimistic view of "Look at how well-prepared we are, we've just run another year ahead of schedule!"

Dinner Crew

Jiang Cheng has been the unwilling audience to years of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s bullshit. 

If asked, he would say: “And you wonder why I’m so angry?! What do you mean ‘dating’, you’ve been fucking married for the last five years!” but no one ever does :’D

Every so often, he thinks about how happy their sister is about the dating situation because she doesn’t know that it’s fake, and he grinds his teeth because why can’t he also not-know!?

To this, Nie Huaisang says, “If we didn’t know we couldn’t help!”

And Jiang Cheng replies, “WE’RE NOT HELPING ANYWAY, LOOK AT HIM!!!”

Meanwhile, Jiang Yanli continues to gush about how happy she is for Wei Wuxian and all Jiang Cheng can do is laugh really unnaturally because he has to “Be strong, Jiang Cheng! Be strong for A-jie! ╥﹏╥”

He goes to read the comments on the Society Facebook after the fujoshi conversation, and gets so angry at all these people who are like “Ah, their love is so beautiful!” that he has to uninstall his Facebook app, and go and shout into a cupboard somewhere.

The non-Wei-Wuxian members of the dinner group have set up a separate chat to act as a support group, where they all go to:

Wail and gnash their teeth after Wei Wuxian does something particularly dumb

Scheme ways into getting Wei Wuxian to get a clue

Console one another when someone’s brave attempt at getting Wei Wuxian to face the truth fails miserably (because while they play by the rules of ‘what a normal human would do’, Wei Wuxian lives by the principle of ‘lol norms are for losers’.)

Relatedly: for every resigned Nie Huaisang face or enraged Jiang Cheng face that Wei Wuxian notices, there are at least three desperate-yet-silent exchanges that he doesn’t. 

Wen Ning is always really optimistic about it, nodding encouragingly like “He’s gonna get it - he’s gonna get it! - oh no, he’s not gonna get it. Oh. Oh no. Ó╭╮Ò”

Wen Ning always has at least one small child hanging off him at all times when he’s at the Cultural Centre because they know he can always be bullied into playing with them and they think he’s great.

Past bullshit dinner group projects have included Getting Jiang Cheng a Date and Making a Picture out of Jin Guangyao’s Forehead Dot While He’s Sleeping

(In re the forehead dot, they end up settling for making it bigger every time he nods off during a movie night at Nie Huaisang’s house, and Nie Mingjue comes home to what’s basically a Japanese flag on Jin Guangyao’s forehead and is like ಠ_ಠ)

Future dinner group projects include providing Wei Wuxian with support for Grand Plans like Getting Along with Uncle Qiren and providing Jiang Cheng with unwanted support for things like Workshopping Jiang Cheng’s List of Partner Requirements

A-Yuan

After A-Yuan’s adoption, Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren redouble their efforts in Can we divorce an in-law?! because although they couldn’t save themselves from being related to Jin Guangyao, for their PRECIOUS BOY--

Therefore, when A-Yuan is five or six and starts to sound out how he’s related to people and why:

A-Yuan: So if Jin-yeye is Uncle Guangyao’s dad, then that makes him my-

Wei Wuxian: NOTHING!

Lan Qiren (springing up from the other side of the room): NOTHING!

Lan Xichen: lol

At around about this same time, Wei Wuxian, who is never gonna stop trolling Lan Qiren about ruzhui until the day he dies, runs A-Yuan through the “You see, my son, my family is not so well-to-do, and since your Uncle married into the Nie family-” talk, and then proceeds to reference it at every opportunity:

1: Despite A-Yuan almost certainly not asking, and

2: despite (/especially because of) Lan Qiren shouting “DON’T TEACH HIM WEIRD THINGS!” in the background.

(Lan Wangji probably lets it happen or encourages it because he thinks it’s funny)

[miraculous-ladybug-bitches]

Summer Days

12 years old

Marinette sat at a table with 4 others.

The female blonde grins at her and says, “Hi. My name is Chloe!”

Marinette smiles back just as brightly. “I’m Marinette!”

“Nino!”

“Alya!”

“Adrien.”

Alya looks around. “Guess we’re stuck together.”

Chloe looks around and wrinkles her nose when she sees a kid shove mud down another’s shirt. “Definitely could be worse is all I’m saying.”

Alya snorts. “You're telling me.”

Nino looks around. “Our table is pretty nice.”

Mariette looks around the large camp. “It’s kind of a big camp. Pretty sure I’ll end up in the archery range instead of the bathroom at least once.”

Adrien suddenly lights up. “Why don’t we share numbers in case we get lost?”

They all quickly type in their numbers into one another’s phones.

“So what are you guys like?” Nino asks.

“My parents run a prestigious bakery. But I’m a fashion designer,” Marinette says.

“My mom works as the head chef at a very important resteraunt. I’m an up and coming reporter,”  Alya proudly declares.

“My dad’s a fashion designer and I’m a model,” Adrien says.

Marinette gasps. “I knew you looked familiar! You’re related to Gabriel Agreste. And you!” Marinette says, pouting at Chloe. “You’re the mayor’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Chloe chuckles awkwardly. “Yeah. But I want to become a lawyer.”

“That’s pretty cool!” Nino exclaims. “My dad’s a DJ and I’m taking after him.”

Everyone chatters for a bit till their table gets their cabin number.

“This seems like it’ll be a fun year.” Alya chirps.

Everyone nods in agreement.

13 years old

“Look who it is, the great Chloe Bourgeois,” Alya said dramatically, bowing down.

Chloe turns and squeals in delight, running to tackle Alya in a hug.

Alya laughs and hugs her back. “We’ve been texting all year, dude.”

“That’s not the same as being in person,” A voice says from their left.

The two girls turn and see Marinette grinning with Nino and Adrien by her side.

“Guess who all are still in the same cabin?” Nino sing songs.

Chloe’s jaw drops “Really?”

Adrien smiles. “Oh, yeah.”

Marinette seems to rembarrer something, her mood dampening.

Alya notices right away. “Marinette? What happened?”

Marinette sighs. “I forgot to tell you but….my PARENTS GOT A JOB WORKING AT THE MAYOR’S OFFICIAL PARTY BAKERS!” Marinette screams.

Chloe screams with her the two girls hugging.

Alya smirks, pushing up her glasses. “Well,my mother got a job at his restaurant.”

Nino looks a bit lost but says,”My fam got a house near the mayors.”

Adrien snaps his fingers and points at Nino’s. “3 Florence street.”

Nino gaped at him. “How did you-”

Adrien grins. “That’s my neighbors house that just got sold!”

“Wait, so we’ll all be close to each other?” Chloe asks.

“Yup!” Marinette says, popping the p.

“You know it, girl!” Alya says, making everybody laugh.

They make their way to the cabin they recognized from last year.

14 years old

Nino opens the cabin door and laughs.

“Really guys? Again?” Nino says, flopping on his bed from the past two years after he sees the rest of the group.

“That best not be disappointment or we’re gonna have words,” Alya teases.

Adrien laughs at him from the bunk above him.

“Where’s Mari?” Nino asks.

Chloe waves off the question. “She went to go to the bathroom.”

Adrien snickers at a memory. “Remember when she got stuck in the archery range instead of the restroom?”

“She called it, man. She called it,” Nino affirms.

Alya nods thoughtfully. “She did, didn’t she?”

That exact moment, Marinette threw open the door but immediately hurried to shut it.

“We. Have a problem,” Marinette hisses.

Everyone stares at her.

“The fact that you may have broken the door?” Chloe says, pointing out the rattling hinge.

Marinette rapidly shakes her head. “No! They started the paintball tournament without us!”

Alya gasps in outrage as Adrien falls off top bunk. Nino tries to stand but hits his head on the top bunk and Chloe throws her magazine to the floor with an outraged, “What!”

“What are you waiting for, people, let's go!” Marinette yells, ushering everyone out.

They forgot to wear the gear and were covered in bruises for the rest of camp.

15 years old

“Spill,” Alya demands.

Marinette flushes. “I think I might have a tiny, itty, bitty crush on Adrien.”

Chloe immediately opens her hand and looks expectantly at Alya. “You owe me twenty bucks, Nancy Drew.”

Alya scowls and mutters a ‘bitch’ but gives her the money.

Marinette looks appalled between the two. “You bet on me liking Adrien!”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Of course not. We bet on when you would fess up. Now Alya has to, too”

Alya folds her arms over her chest. “Fess up what?”

“Please, darling, you may have got everyone else fooled, but I’m not a dumbass. You like Nino, plain as day,” Chloe scoffed.

“Well you like Nathaniel!” Alya says indignantly.

Chloe gives her a flat look. “Yes, that’s why we’re dating.”

Marinette tried not to gape at the two. “How the heck are you figuring this out so quick?”

The two other girls give her a flat look. “We aren’t oblivious idiots.”

Marinette huffs. “Go suck a dictionary.”

Alya sighs. “We need to teach you how to swear.”

Marinette glares at her. “No. I will swear in ice cream.”

Chloe scoffs. “How the fuck do you swear in ice cream?”

Marinette clears her throat. “What the Mint Chocolate Chip did you say to me, punk? I’ll kick your Rocky Road and then beat the ever loving Strawberry Cheesecake out of you!”

There was a beat of silence.

And then the three girls burst out laughing.

“Marinette not swearing,” Alya wheezed.

“Fucking imagine,” Marinette said, howling with laughter.

“The ice creams though,” Chloe choked, unable to breathe.

They girls spend the rest of the night under covers, laughing.

16 years old

“We’re counselors, guys!” Marinette cheers.

Adrien and Nino high five while Chloe and Alya smile at each other.

“Actually, I have more good news,” Alya says, excitement growing on her face.

“Me and Ayla are dating,” Nino blurts out.

Alya slaps his chest. “Nino! That was my line!”

Chloe sighs dramatically. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

Adrien grins. “Nino finally worked up the courage to ask her out.”

“Cough, bullshit, cough,” Marinette says, fake coughing.

Alya chuckled. “I asked out Nino and he was speechless.”

Adrien groans. “Come on, dude.”

Alya shook her head laughter in her eyes. “No, no, that’s not even the best part.”

Nino buries his head in his arms out of mortification.

Alya shook with laughter. “He asked the guy behind us, ‘Line?’ And the guy said, ‘I like you too and I’d love to go out with you.’ AND NINO SAID THE SAME DAMN THING AND AFTER HE TOLD THE GUY, ‘Thanks, bro.’”

Marinette couldn’t breath and Adrien’s stomach was hurting.

Chloe was full on cackling as Nino sighs.

This is what he gets for being friends with people like this.

17 years old

Adrien walks into the cabin, arm slung around Marinette’s shoulder.

The second they walk in, the other three start clapping.

“Finally, Mari!” Alya exclaimed.”

“Adrien, my man. Finally getting some!” Nino said, grinning.

Chloe looked between them. “Nope, they’re still virgins.”

Marinette squawks in outrage as Adrien flushes.

“How do you know?” Alya asks, looking over the edge of the top bunk to look down at Chloe.

Regardless of changing relationship statuses, no one would move from their spot. It was just the way it was.

“His hands are on her shoulder, not waist. And neither have that ‘sex glow’ on them,” Chloe points out.

“Sex glow?” Marinette sputters.

“Yeah, now I see it,” Alya said, squinting at the two.

“Adrien. Adrien, Adrien, Adrien. Come on dude. I thought you had better game then that,” Nino chides.

Adrien sighs. “I also thought I had better game than that.”

Marinette snorts. “I can assure you that you don’t.”

“Damn. Shots fired,” Chloe says.

“Roasted, toasted, and burnt, Adrien,” Alya says from the top bunk.

“Gotta get used to it, man. The whole sweatshirt giving. It doesn’t matter if you’re uncomfortable or freezing, just give it to her,” Nino says solemnly.

Adrien frowns. “Why can’t I be comfortable?”

Nino deadpan looks at him. “Adrien, you can either be in a relationship or be comfortable. You can’t have both.”

The cabin erupts with laughter from that one, simple line.

18 years old

“Off to college, huh?” Alya says as the group of 5 stars off into the lake on their last day of camp.

“Yeah. Me and Chloe’s universities are actually pretty close,” Nino says.

Chloe smiles. “I don’t mind having a coffee together every now and again.”

“Me and Alya are going to the same uni,” Adrien says.

“Hell yeah, up top!” Alya said while grinning, high giving the blonde.

Marinette was silent.

“Mari?” Chloe asks.

Marinette sighs. “I’m going to America. New York City, to be precise.”

Silence engulfs the group.

Nino breaks the silence. “Congrats. You deserve it. You worked really hard to get where you are now.”

Marinette smiles gratefully.

“We should meet up on vacations.” Alya suggests.

The rest agree.

“So I guess this is goodbye.” Adrien whispers.

Chloe lets out a bittersweet smile.

“Not goodbye. Just, see you in a bit.”

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Okay! In that case, I think I’m gonna go with Guts for this story. What are some of the things he likes the most? (Food, activities, etc.). Also, do you have any particular picture of where he usually lives? Also, how does he get along with his brother? (Sorry for the spam, I just want to make this good)

rssgiyfgeiuf you’re really gonna write me something? Q,Q bless u fam

Another cut because my god, I don’t shut up lmao

So Guts is, canonically, the horror end of my classic boy Vega! That means that everything that applies to Vega also applies to him. For example:

Vega (and therefore Guts) has voice to color synaesthesia! Different tones of voice that convey certain emotions have different colors. This makes it difficult (but not impossible) to lie to him. For example, joy is often a clear blue, tranquility is cyan, confidence is orange, tiredness is purple, triumph is yellow (and if you see a pattern, you’re right, soul trait colors match up with emotions). Positive emotions tend to be clear and nice, overly-exaggerated emotions (like when a Papyrus is pretending to be confident even though he’s not) are too saturated and bright, and negative emotions are muddy and diluted. This applies to his own voice and anybody else’s voice. He likes blues the best, and he tends to use this ability to comfort people he can tell are faking it or are trying to hide upset. Do note that this overlaps the more voices there are, so while he can handle a little while of being around lots of people, it will overstimulate him soon enough and he’ll really want to cover his non-ears and take a nap to stop the colors everywhere drowning everything else out. Thus, he’s not keen on stuff like amusement parks or big parties or sports fields.

(note that this is a little old and not all-encompassing, so just kinda use what feels right, I think)

Also important to note that Solstice, or Eclipse as he renames himself in Horrortale, is the Papyrus, but he is not Vega/Guts’ brother. He is, in fact, their son. Sol is completely unaware of this fact and thinks they are brothers. See, Vega’s mom is the river person, and her name is Carme (a sans serif font). His father was Roman (or Times New Roman) and he died while Vega was still pretty young, he doesn’t remember the guy at all. Carme has some form of dementia (I’ll be honest, I haven’t done enough research yet to pick) and, while always cheerful and doing her boating duty well, doesn’t often recognize Vega. However, he doesn’t mind much, and he’ll usually sing when he takes the boat, and she’ll sing along. When she does remember, she’ll coddle him gently.

Vega was in love with Gaster, who was a completely unrelated skeleton and the royal scientist. I dunno if they were officially married, but they were living together and had a son, Solstice (Gaster carried). Sol was still a baby when Gaster fell into the core, and everyone but Vega forgot about him. Vega found it difficult to raise a child on his own, and his mother wasn’t that bad mentally yet, so he decided to pretend it was his baby brother and have his mom help him raise the kid. By this point, now that Sol is a functioning adult, Vega could tell him, but he has no idea how to bring it up and explain, so he just keeps the lie since it’s easier. It doesn’t trouble him much. He is, however, worried that he may develop whatever Carme has and his own memory will start to go, and he’ll slip up and call Sol his son.

(shitty sketch is shitty)

In terms of how they get along, before the verse was horror-fied, Vega was endlessly patient with Sol, who has anxiety issues. But Vega also kinda has depression, so they’re a little co-dependent. He eases Sol’s anxiety a lot and Sol picks up the slack and gently bullies him to take care of himself. Sol is not a great cook, but Vega will honestly eat anything, so if Sol asks how it is, he can truthfully say he likes it (even if nobody else would) and everyone is happy. Vega works all the usual Sans jobs underground, and he’s just an all around dad guy. Super soft, super patient (it’s his soul trait), gentle and always smiling even when a little sad. His philosophy about life is basically to savor the little things, because you never know what you have until it’s gone, and the big things aren’t so overwhelming if there are lots of little things.

He’s a big fan of mac n’ cheese, and he likes little cut up hot dog (cat) pieces in it, with little octopus legs. Mac n’ seas. Also he’ll throw in broccoli sometimes to be healthy. He’s also really big on pretty much any other kid-friendly, easy to make food, like peanut butter and jelly, chicken nuggets, stuff like that. He does, ofc, drink ketchup and put it on all his food.

Vega is pretty old, about 500, I’d say, and Sol is almost 400 himself, so they’re among my older muses, but there are ones waaay older. He’s also a shortie, he’s only 4′6″. He tastes like vanilla. He also has a daddy kink (soft, very paternal in bed), and he’s into pillow humping, tentacles, sensory deprivation, and massages, but he’s asexual and his sex drive is relatively low. He rarely wants anything more than once or twice a month, and he hardly has two heats a year.

SO THAT’S ALL VEGA, and when his verse horror-fies and he becomes Guts, a lot of that stays intact, but there are some changes. If you follow canon horrortale, it’s fairly similar in terms of what happened to him, but reactions are a little different because he’s so soff. He did basically get backstabbed by Alphys and Undyne, who thought his magic was special enough to revive the core, and thus Undyne broke his head open. The difference is, none of it worked in the first place, and he didn’t get revenge on anyone, he just quietly went back home and stewed and tried his best to help his neighbors by hunting humans. He refused to eat human, though, so he was starving for years on end, to the point where he started to drool tar. He did 100% feed it to Sol without Sol being aware of it, to keep him alive and semi-healthy. When he hunts humans, he’s extremely regretful about it. He tricks them with creepy grins and quick movements, and he doesn’t hesitate when he brings the axe down, but usually, as he’s bringing it down, his smile will fade and he’ll give his best ‘I’m sorry’ look to them, because he really does feel fucking awful about it.

Eclipse is a pretty typical horror Pap, cheerful and cool with eating humans but still trying to be a good person. I don’t do the whole “Pap can’t hear shit and mistakes words” song and dance because it kinda irritates me, personally, and besides, as I mentioned in the last post, Guts barely talks anyway. He has gotten a little better at cooking, and while he’s frustrated with Guts refusing to eat human, he will obey Guts’ wishes and not feed him any.

Guts is EXTREMELY frustrated about his communication issues often, because he stalls out on signing, and when he tries to write, he has trouble scratching out the full shapes of letters and his handwriting is atrocious and he’s completely disgusted with it. While he can use words at times, he’s unhappy with his coloring (because it’s usually muddy purplish/tired or red/irritable these days). The best workaround he discovers, with help, is to communicate solely in emoji and punctuation. He’ll use emojis like the :pray: emoji for please, the :slight smile: for thank you, and the :face with bandage: to refer to himself in third person. The emojis work for his brain because he doesn’t process them as “language” with a grammatical structure, but merely pictures that can help him express his emotions.

Guts is far more tired than Vega, and while he does still somewhat have an urge to dad people, he’s been through so much trauma and difficulty that he’s a lot more needy and crumbles easily when someone else parents him instead of the other way around. He loves being picked up and snuggled and pet and loved on, and he naps when he’s safe and purrs when he’s doted on. He knows he’s cute and he owns it, tbh.

He struggles with eating, sometimes. I mentioned that whatever he’s eating has to include meat, but sometimes, he’ll get all up in his head about it if it’s human, and he’ll leak the tar more trying to hold himself back. Times like that, he needs reassurance of what the food is and that it’s okay to eat, pretty much constantly, while he stuffs his face before he can think about it too hard.

He is homeless when they reach the surface, because he finds it extremely difficult to find a job without talking. He usually begs on street corners with a sign or stays at a homeless shelter, not keeping much stuff. A few books, a picture of his bro, some clothes, that’s about it. He hides his situation from Eclipse a lot, because Eclipse went right off to culinary school and fuck if Guts will make him come back and sacrifice his dreams to take care of his invalid brother/father (and honestly part of that is just me not liking playing classic Papyrus much lmao).

In terms of activities/hobbies, he does kinda still like cooking simple foods, but he doesn’t often get the chance. He’s always fond of napping, and he likes listening to calmer kinds of music. Some alt rock, some instrumental, some ballads. He likes to feed birds at the park sometimes, because he hangs out there. He doesn’t really do much else.

Sexually, despite still being asexual, he’s more open to having sex more often, probably in part because he went a very, very long time without any and he kinda missed it. He’s still lazy in bed, having mostly the same kinks but subbing more. Also, he doesn’t automatically get turned on by eating (like Arum), but if his partner rubs him off while feeding him by hand, he’s pretty into it. Overall he is an overtired dad who is really, really thankful when someone finally says “hey, you’ve been the dad enough, let me baby you.”

This got way longer than expected, but I’m always happy to ramble, and if you need more info, just lemme know!

I leave you with this meme:

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Time to Realize (pt. 1)

Warnings: maybe some swearing in this chapter? other than that, nothing! Word Count: 3.9k

Important note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be considered tolerated.

A/N: This is the first installment of the Hades!Harry fic that I’m bringing to life! The first chapter is very introductory but there are some major things that happen. I’m going to be updating this frequently (I already have the first few chapters ready)! Let me know what you think or what you’d like (or hope) to see!

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 All great love stories have a beginning. Her great love started in college. Like most people, it didn’t happen right away. Two years had come and gone before she realized what was happening and what was right in front of her. But when she noticed, oh man. The flame burned so brightly and so fiercely that nobody dared cross her or the love she shared with Hades. Persephone was a force to be reckoned with, but she had a heart of gold and an enchanting green thumb.

   If someone had asked y/n to explain how her freshman year had gone she would have grimaced before saying it was average. Like the rest of her peers, she spent numerous hours getting completely shitfaced at random parties sometimes forgetting most of the night. Another commonality between herself and the rest of the student body was the amount of coffee she consumed and the number of hours she spent cramming in the campus library for exams.    Those were all just things that had happened. During her freshman year, she had also met some of the most important people in her life. They always say that the people you become friends with in college can last a lifetime. And two years later they were still going strong. Their group started out with just y/n, Christine, and Rowan. Christine and y/n were roommates and quickly realized they had everything in common except their taste in partners. Rowan wiggled his way into the group through a mutual class that he and y/n shared. She invited him to study with her and Christine… The rest was history.    That was until Sophomore year when Harry was introduced into the group. Y/n had met him when she was working in the campus Greenhouse. She was studying to be a botanist, so the Greenhouse had become her safe space and a unique area for her to learn new tips and tricks when it came to understand the lifecycle of plants and how to prolong their cycles. She hadn’t noticed him right away; she was way too engrossed in nursing a gazania back to health. It wasn’t until she heard someone let out a frustrated grunt that she realized she wasn’t the only one there.    “Is everything okay?” She asked looking up and noticing a tall man with a brown head of hair bent over a petunia plant.    “Erm, yeah sorry. I just can’t for the life of me figure out how to properly water this petunia,” He responded with a huff before standing up fully.    “Let me help, yeah?” She said, putting her watering bin down and walking towards Mr. tall, dark and handsome. “You have to be calm and patient when dealing with plants. It’s almost as if they know that you’re frustrated. Petunias don’t need a lot of water, but- oh my god it doesn’t look like she’s been watered in like three weeks!”    “Well,” the stranger began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I haven’t had time very much to make it to the greenhouse recently…”    “That’s okay, we will make her good as new. You need to be more careful though,” she said, carefully touching the petunia while pouring water onto the plant. “I’m y/n by the way.”    “I’m Harry.”    Soon after that, y/n had invited Harry to join their group study dates and in exchange, Harry asked y/n to help him in the greenhouse so he could pass his intro-level botany class. For y/n, that was a no brainer she would use any excuse she could find to spend more time there. And with that, Harry fell into their little group with ease.    So far junior year had proven to be a lot more demanding. Classes hadn’t even started but as y/n walked up the stairs in her new apartment complex she was realizing the amount of work she had yet to do. The apartment was a simple two-bedroom/two-bath just perfect for her and Christine to continue the tradition of being roommates. As she unlocked the door to the apartment, she was pleased to find out that Christine had not yet made it to the apartment. This would give y/n time to unpack and settle in without any hovering of Christine’s sickeningly adorable and supportive family. They were ultimately the best, but y/n envied them. She was an orphan. Both of her parents had died in a car crash right after she was born leaving her to deal with the harsh realities of the foster care system. That was why she worked so hard in school, there wasn’t a whole lot of room for failure, the fate of her scholarship depended on it.    As she carried her suitcase and few boxes towards where her room would be, y/n noticed a dark red envelope laying on the full-sized bed. The envelope addressed to y/n y/l/n. She held the card in her hands, admiring the expensive and thick feeling of the envelope. Confusion welled up inside of her. Who would have had access to this room? And who would have known that she would pick this room in particular? With her patience thinning and her confusion growing, y/n ripped it open. Inside was a card that read:

We’re happy to inform you that you’ve been invited to an elite dinner party. Joining us will be the most influential people in the industry of creating and nourishing the life of all forms. Together we will enjoy a night full of laughter, industry connections, and the celebration and creation of life.    If you intend to join us, please RSVP by contacting the number printed on the back of this card.    We do hope you bless us with your knowledge of vegetation and all things botany.

Once y/n finished reading the card she sat it back down on the bed feeling as confused as she was before she opened the envelope. This invite seemed too wonderful to be true, and who would have gone through all of the work of getting into her apartment just for a sketchy invite? If it was real though, it would be a huge deal for her and her future career. ‘What the hell,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ll just call the number later what harm will that do.’ A few moments later, y/n heard a commotion as someone was opening the door. “Oh my god,” She said running towards her friend. “I’ve missed you so much!” “How long has it been again?” Christine asked. “Okay stop, two weeks is way too long for me to go without seeing you,” y/n said, rolling her eyes. “Do you have more stuff that I could help get?” “No don’t sweat it, my dad and brother are coming up with the rest of the stuff,” Christine said. “So the weirdest thing just happened,” y/n began as she went back to her room to grab the letter. “This was sitting on my bed when I got here today. It’s so weird but oddly enough I’m super proud and excited?” “What the fuck? That is weird, you should totally RSVP though,” Christine said after she finished reading the letter and tossed it back to y/n. “If the number is something sketchy then just don’t show up but if it’s real, that’s a huge deal.” “Yeah, you’re right. Have you talked to either Rowan or Harry recently?” “I talk to Ro every day. I haven’t had a chance to talk to H, though,” Christine said, her hands overly gesturing as she spoke. “The last text he answered from me was like a month ago. It’s almost as if he’s dropped off the face of the earth.” “You’re so dramatic, he and I facetimed last week. He said he would be back to town soon,” Y/n said feeling defensive over Harry. “I’m going to go unpack and RSVP to that dinner thing. Meet back out here soon for dinner?” “Actually, I’m going to get dinner with my fam before they head back home. You can come with though?” “No that’s okay, I’ll drag you out of bed for breakfast tomorrow instead,” y/n said, before nudging Christine and walking away. “More like I’ll be dragging you out of bed,” Christine mumbled out as she walked away. On her way to her bedroom, y/n pulled her phone out and dialed the number from the back of the card. As soon as she hit call, an automated machine answered the call, “Thank you for responding to your invite. To confirm your RSVP please say confirm.” “Uhm, confirm.” “Thank you, y/n. You are now RSVP’d. The dinner party will take place on August 17th at the Radiance Resort. The event will promptly begin at 7:30 p.m. please wear attire appropriate for a gala,” the automated voice said before the call ended. “So this feels oddly real,” Y/n said out loud as she began to unpack. “I guess I’m going to a dinner party tomorrow night. After a few hours of unpacking, y/n decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. She was exhausted, moving into an apartment took way more effort than she remembered moving into the dorm did. She fell asleep quickly and easily only to be woken up by someone jumping on her bed. “Leave me alone, Christine.” Y/n said, wrapping her pillow over her head. “No, I knew this was going to happen! We agreed to breakfast this morning, so get your ass up so we can go.” “Oh my god, okay!” Thirty minutes later, y/n and Christine were seated at a local café drinking coffee as a waitress brought out their food. “So I called that number last night,” y/n said as she cut off a piece of waffle and brought it to her mouth. “And? What happened?” “I think it’s real. An automated voice answered right away like literally the second I pressed the call button. And it knew my name? I don’t know it was weird, but I feel like there was no way that was fake. This is going to be the fanciest thing I’ve ever been to.” “If it’s as fancy as you say, you’ll need a new dress!” “That’s not necessary, I think I have the perfect one,” y/n said, her leg shaking uncontrollably as her nerves for tonight started to grow.

Y/n looked in the mirror trying to calm her nerves enough to appreciate how beautiful she felt while wearing the dress she bought for prom her senior year of high school. She had worked two jobs all of senior year and was so happy when she had saved enough money to buy her dream dress. When the day of prom arrived, she ended up not going so she could help the little girl in her foster home who she had taken in as a little sister. She had a really bad case of the flu and Y/n didn’t want to leave her all alone. Thankfully though, the dress still fit and for a split second, she felt as if she was a senior again, getting ready to dance her heart out. A knock on the door startled her out of her wishful haze, “Hey Chris, can you get that?” “Hey Haz,” y/n heard Christine say from the hallway. “What are you doing here?” “I’m here to pick up y/n for the dinner thing tonight.” Y/n strapped on her heels before grabbing her purse and walking out into the entryway. “Harry what are you doing here, you can’t be going to the dinner party…” “You look-you look Woah,” Harry said, as he pulled you into a hug. “I’ve missed you.” “Thanks, Harry,” Christine said, interrupting the moment. “I missed you too!” “You know I always miss you, Chris,” Harry said, before redirecting his attention back to y/n. “You ready to go?” “Yeah, I’m good. See you later Christine,” y/n said as she followed Harry out of the apartment. “Really though, you know you’re my favorite but how did you get invited?” “I’m offended that you would for a second, doubt my worthiness.” “Well, you do suck at botany and I thought that’s what this was for?” She asked as they approached Harry’s range rover. “The whole thing was super vague though, so maybe I’m just misunderstanding everything.” “It was a bit vague, it’s not all about botany… Although you could say that’s a major part. If it was all about botany, then you’re right. I wouldn’t be invited.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” y/n said, reaching up to pinch Harry’s cheek. “Just so you know, I didn’t say it earlier, but I missed you too.” The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet. Y/n kept thinking about what was going to come. What was she getting herself into? As they pulled into the parking lot, she noticed the number of high-end cars covering the parking spaces. Instantaneous dread washed over her body. “Harry,” y/n said, grabbing onto tuxedo covered arm. “I don’t think I can do this. We should go home. We could watch a movie together or even grab a hamburger. I don’t care what we do but I don’t want to go in there. I’m not fancy enough for these people; they’re going to see right through me.” “It’s going to be okay love, trust me,” Harry said as he put the car in park and shut the engine off before unbuckling his seatbelt. “Give it half an hour. If you still hate it, we will leave. I bet you’ll feel at home though.” “Okay, let’s hurry though before I really do chicken out.” As they walked into the ballroom, y/n was in awe of the elegance that surrounded the room. Everything looked as if it had the essence of heaven surrounding it. With soft white lighting and pale blue tablecloths adorning the tables, it was breathtaking. Y/n looked around at the people mingling amongst themselves. It looked like something out of a movie, way too beautiful and otherworldly. “C’mon, love,” Harry said, pulling her further into the room. “It’s about to start and there are a few people I would like to introduce you to.” Harry took her hand and guided her towards the rest of the people at the party. “Tina,” Harry said, getting the attention of the woman standing before them. “This is y/n.” “Oh, my Gods! I’m…Tina!” The woman said enthusiastically. “We’re so excited you could make it. We’ve heard so much about you. I’ve heard your botany skills are just magical.” “Well thank you so much, they’re not that impressive though,” Y/n said, her cheeks heating up. “But standing next to Harry here, they’re probably the best in the world.” “I’ve seen that guy in action so even without seeing what you can do, I’d believe- “ “Y/n!” A voice boomed, interrupting the unknown man previously talking to y/n. “Ignore Herman, it’s so good to finally introduce myself. I was a friend of your parents... My name is Jove. You’ve grown into a beautiful woman; your parents would be so proud.” “You knew my parents?” “We were like family, sweetheart,” a woman’s voice said, approaching y/n with tears in her eyes. “My name is Demi. I just- wow, you’re so grown up!” “It’s time to begin dinner,” Jove said, garnering the attention of the rest of the attendees. “Everyone please make your way to your assigned spot at the tables. Dinner will be served momentarily.” Harry placed his hands-on y/n’s lower back, ushering her towards their table. Y/n was more overwhelmed than she had been when she enrolled for her first semester at University. How did everyone know who she was? How did they know her parents? And why did she feel oddly comfortable around these unknown people? The rest of the night continued on rather smoothly, the anxiousness and overwhelming feeling that was falling on y/n’s shoulders at the beginning of the night was washed away. Dinner was spectacular and the live music that was playing softly in the background sounded brilliant but the best part of the whole thing to y/n was Harry. He really looked like he was in his element and for the first time since they become friends, she was picturing a real relationship with him. The whole night felt too domestic, too optimistic. “Y/n,” Harry said, gaining y/n’s attention as he stood up and gently grabbed her elbow. “Come with me, there’s something I’d like to show you.” “Okay,” she responded immediately getting up to follow him. Once again, he placed his hand on her lower back, this time, instead of guiding her towards their table, they were walking towards a wide array of vegetation ranging from flowers to fruits and vegetables that were located right outside of the ballroom. “Oh, Harry,” y/n said, her eyes wide as she placed her hands onto her heart before reaching up and pulling him into a hug. “This is so beautiful.” “I knew you’d like it, I also noticed that there were a few flowers that were dying and thought maybe you’d like to look at them? Maybe we could fix them together,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course,” She answered, reaching up to kiss his cheek before pulling back away, her cheeks burning. “Let’s take a look at them.” Y/n followed Harry over to the other side of the arrangement where there were, in fact, a handful of flowers that looked brown and in need of love. Y/n grabbed Harry’s hand, bringing it towards the flowers, as his hands touched the nearest flower, it started to wilt faster causing Harry to instantly retract his hand. “C’mon love, you know that I don’t get along the best with these sorts of things,” Harry said his eyebrows furrowed. “You though, you’re incredible with bringing them back to life. How about you try instead?” Y/n nodded before stepping forward, placing one hand on the dying flower and the other on the nearby watering bin before she gently started pouring water on it. Almost instantaneously the flower started to come back to life, its color becoming the most vivid and prettiest shade of blue. “Incredible,” Demi said with tears in her eyes, making her presence in the room known. “I knew it was you, I just needed to see it with my own eyes.” “What do you mean?” Y/n asked, confused as she looked at Demi and then at Harry. “Let me explain it to her a little later, yeah Dem?” “That will be good, H,” Demi said, as she walked towards the pair. “I’d like to invite you to eat dinner with me really soon… Had-Harry is invited too of course…” “Oh, um okay, sure,” Y/n said, confusion was bubbling through her again. “What do you need to tell me, Harry?” “How about I take you home and we can talk about it there?” “H, I came here to make connections… I haven’t even talked to anyone with regards to botany.” “No sweetie, we all watched you just now. And we’ve been keeping an eye on your progress especially while you’ve been in school. I’ll give you my phone number but just know that you’ve made lots of connections,” Demi said as she approached y/n with a slip of paper. “Thank you so much,” y/n said, grabbing the piece of paper. “I’ll definitely call you then.” “You two get out of here, you’re too young to spend your whole night with a bunch of old people,” Demi said, pushing them towards the door. “I’ll make sure to tell everyone else you said bye. I’m sure you’ll see them all soon!” Harry grabbed y/n’s hand leading them out of the hotel and back towards his car. Y/n’s mind was reeling. “You have a lot of explaining to do, mister.” “I know I do,” Harry said as he closed his car door behind him and grabbed her hand again. Y/n looked down at their connected hands and for a split second forgot about the wild night she had just experienced. For a moment it was just her and Harry again just enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them saying a word afraid that they might ruin the moment. Y/n looked at Harry watching him while was driving. “H, thank you for tonight. It was definitely weird and of course, we need to talk about what you know that I don’t but I’m so happy you were here with me.” “Oh love,” Harry said, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m so relieved to hear you say that.” “Jesus Harry, were you worried that I would be repulsed by the idea of hanging out with you alone?” “Of course not,” He said, gently nudging her arm with his free hand. “I just- you just make me nervous sometimes and I wanted to make sure you were okay with being here, with me.” “I would literally not want to be with anyone else, especially at an event like that one,” Y/n said, smiling up at Harry as he pulled back into the parking spot at her apartment complex. Harry smiled to himself as he turned the car off and walked to the other side to open y/n’s side, helping her out of the car as well. Y/n grabbed his hand, bumping into him slightly as they walked together. “Y/n,” Harry said, stopping in front of her door and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll come by tomorrow and explain everything to you… I just want to warn you that it’s weird and please keep an open mind. I don’t want you to think differently about me…” “Harry, I would never think differently of you,” She said as she pulled him into a hug. As they pulled apart, y/n took a moment to look at his face. Really study his features. As she kept staring, she couldn’t help but think that there was no possible way that a man has ever looked as beautiful as Harry did. Instead of letting her mind control her actions, y/n decided to jump the gun and listen to her heart. She hesitantly put her arms back around his neck and pulled him down to her level, pressing a chaste kiss to his unexpecting lips. Harry pulled back, surprised by the kiss before pulling y/n back in and wrapping his arms around her waist. Again, this time surer of herself, y/n leaned in bumping her nose with Harry’s before closing the gap between the two. As y/n’s lips touched Harry’s soft plushy ones for a second time, they molded together as one causing y/n to lose all the doubts she had about her friendship with Harry and what this meant. She believed that this was how kissing was supposed to feel, like the missing half of your soul meeting the other part of it. After a few minutes of enjoying Harry’s lips on hers, y/n pulled away with her eyes closed and a smile etched on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes to see a grinning Harry looking down at her, curiously. “Goodnight, Harry,” Y/n said breathlessly, before slowly turning around and opening her door. “Goodnight, love,” Harry said, smiling as he turned around and shook his head. As he walked away, she thought she heard say, “You blow my mind, my sweet Persephone,” but she brushed it off, assuming it was all in her head.

[sciencelings-writes]

Last Man Standing

Summary: I wanted to write another endgame/ infinity war fix it where instead of Peter dusting, It’s Tony. shit goes a little crazy from there. 8.7k words, get ready fam. AO3 LINK

Peter sat in the guardian’s ship, frozen in place. He was in shock. Because the worst thing that could happen, happened again. 

He was gone, Mr. Stark was gone. Tony was gone. Disintegrating into dust after a single glance into Peter’s eyes. No goodbye. Not like Ben. Uncle Ben had moments more than Tony did. Bleeding out. Peter didn’t know which was worse, A father figure dying in front of him, slowly, being able to hear his heartbeat slow and stop or his new father figure disappearing without even a chance to say a word. Just look into his eyes, looking worried but not having any time to think about it. 

Peter had time to think about it. Too much time. He had worked with the blue cyborg woman to repair the ship for a few days. At least then he could distract himself. But she was working on getting them to earth, and he could only think. Or sleep. But sleeping was so much worse. 

He had been zoning out for god knows how long. Hours? Days? It felt like an eternity and he didn’t feel like he was in his body at a certain point. He was only shaking out of it because of Nebula’s, the blue woman’s monotone voice. 

“You need to eat.” She ordered simply. He took the space food out of her hand and muttered a thanks. Peter’s normally talkative demeanor was snuffed out after they lost. Nebula wasn’t much of a talker to begin with and they worked together out of necessity. Peter would always be thankful that she didn’t leave him alone on the planet even though she totally could have. 

Once she got autopilot fixed and had no need to stay in the cockpit, she seemed to always be near him. Not close but within her silent gaze. He would try to fill his time by tinkering with extra parts and pacing around. 

They had their real conversation a full week into flying in space. While they were frantically trying to upgrade the air recycling system so they wouldn’t die days away from earth. They had already run out of food and Peter was growing weaker but air was a little more important. 

“Was he your father?” Nebula said dryly as Peter took out the power source from his Iron spider suit. It was a tiny arc reactor hidden in the spider on his chest, made out of nanites. 

“Uh, kinda… not really. He’s my mentor but he is… was kinda like a dad to me. You know, teaching me how to be a hero and scolding me when I was being dumb…” His voice was a little hoarse from not being used and from not getting enough water in attempt to conserve it. 

“You are lucky. My father was the one we were fighting.” 

“Ouch, that’s rough. I thought my luck with father figures was bad…” This managed to lift the sides of Nebula’s mouth for the hint of a smile. It was gone faster than it came, she didn’t seem used to small talk. 

“I’m sorry about what happened to him.” She grumbled as they worked. 

“It happened to your friends too and half of the universe if I remember. I don’t even know if we are the lucky half.” 

“We aren’t.” Nebula muttered. Peter knew she was right. It was much harder to live than it was to die. 

Eventually, the work was done and they could rest. The would probably have a few more days of air but they both knew they wouldn’t get to earth fast enough. If they had to die, they would die together and Peter would really rather not die but if he had to die, at least he wasn’t alone. 

He tried to hang out with Nebula more, explain earth things, show her how to play games like thumb wars, where she almost broke his hand. She would indulge him, knowing they were not far from suffocating to death. Or starving to death… or dehydrating to death. Whichever one happened first. 

Peter got weaker and weaker without the food to sustain him. Nebula had given him her last ration. They were out of fuel, out of water, hours away from being out of air, out of food and out of hope. 

They were still so many days away from earth when it got to the point where Peter couldn’t even stand. Nebula sat with him. She even picked him up and placed him on the co-pilots chair so that he could look at the stars instead of the dirty metal. 

He was so so tired. It was probable that if he closed his eyes, he would never open them again. If he was hydrated enough to have tears come to his eyes, they would be. They were so close to death and so far away from home. And he was so tired… 

His eyes closed, for what he thought would be the last time and he wondered what he would see. Would he see Ben? Tony? Would his mom and dad be up there? Maybe Nebula would see her sister again. Maybe there would be nothing at all. The thought made him strangely at peace. The pain would be over, the sorrow wouldn’t weigh him down, it would all be over. 

That’s when a bright light apeared on the other side of his eyelids. He peeked them open, squinting his eyes as it had been so long since he had seen something so bright. Was this it? Was he dead? 

The light faded slightly and revealed a blonde woman smiling. Was she an angel? Peter was delirious but it was a nice thought. Maybe she would take him to wherever Ben and Tony were. 

She didn’t. She flew under their ship and carried it home. Peter fought to stay awake, he tried to call out to Nebula to tell her about the angel but his voice wasn’t very loud. He smiled knowing that they were saved. 

They landed near Avengers Compound, there were people waiting for them. The glowing angel woman had to help Peter out of the ship but he made it. He had never been more excited to breathe in his life. 

Captain America ran up to them. Before he could say anything Peter whimpered out a few words. 

“I’m sorry… I lost him.” 

“We lost,” Cap said sorrowfully. As if Peter couldn’t already tell. Pepper and Rhodey came running after Steve, they weren’t as fast as a super-soldier but they had much more reason to run towards the ship. Tony could’ve been on it. The thought made a ping of pain ripple through Peter’s chest. 

“Did Tony-” Pepper started. She didn’t finish. She saw the look in Peter’s eyes and she knew. She put a hand over her mouth to muffle a sob and Rhodey tried to look composed but Peter could see him trembling. 

“I’m so sorry…” Peter wheezed before starting a brief coughing fit that made him blackout for a moment. It was kind of spooky.  The glowing angel woman still held him up and advised that they take him to the med bay. 

That was the last thing he heard before everything went dark, thankfully, not for the last time. 

***

He woke up after a terrible dream. By the time his eyes were open, he had already forgotten it but he still felt his heart race and sweat, the moisture of fear, in several uncomfortable places. He noticed the sweat and looked at the optimistic side. He was hydrated. He had enough water in his body that he could sweat. 

Then he noticed everything else. He had needles and tubes everywhere they could medically stick him. His throat hurt, probably from having a feeding tube shoved down it. He had an IV and as many monitors that would fit on his malnourished body. The only other person in the room was Pepper. She was on her tablet and he noticed that there were slight shadows under her eyes. He knew he looked a whole lot worse though. 

“Ms. Potts?” He said weakly. She looked up quickly and plastered on a fake smile. 

“Hey, Pete. Did you sleep well?” 

“Uh, Yeah.” he lied, “Did Aunt May…” his voice shook as he left the question hanging, suspecting the answer. 

“I’m sorry Peter, she didn’t make it…” he looked down and avoided her gaze. Preparing himself did nothing and it was like the knife that was left by Tony’s death and it was now being twisted. In other words, it fucking sucked. 

“This is a pretty sucky fifty percent huh…” Peter muttered after a wet sob. 

“Yeah… you could say that.” Pepper smiled sadly as she wiped a few tears from her own eyes. 

“Who else did we lose?” Peter asked, desperate for a distraction. 

“The kind of Wakanda, his sister came with us to the compound, she wants to be part of the solution. Uh, Sam Wilson, you know, falcon, Nick Fury, Ant-Man…” she went on, naming everyone from celebrities to anyone she thought he would know. Including his friends. 

The next few days were the worst of his life. He had to deal with everyone he was close to being dusted and being unable to get out of bed. The later was much less painful but it still bothered him. It made him feel useless in addition to absolutely destroyed and depressed. 

Eventually, enough was enough. He took out everything except for the IV as he was still dehydrated and could roll it around pretty easily. He carefully got himself into his wheelchair and rolled himself to where his enhanced senses heard the somber avengers gathering. 

Peter was surprised but not that surprised to see a raccoon in clothes in the room with the remaining heroes. He’s seen aliens, it wasn’t that weird to see a talking raccoon with a familiar accent. 

“Kid, what are you doing out and about?” Rhode said, looking mildly concerned. 

“I got sick of just sitting on my ass.” He grumbled. “Now, does anyone have any idea what we’re going to do or did I just exchange sitting on my ass with access to a comfortable bed for sitting on my ass in a room full of depression?” 

“If we find Thanos and get the infinity stones back, we can theoretically bring everyone back.” Doctor Banner said calmly. He ignored Peter’s grumpy mood, everyone dealt with major tragedies differently.  

“We couldn’t keep the stones from him, now he has the most powerful weapon in the galaxy and we have half the ranks with some of our best indistinguishable from the sand on a beach. And you want to go back and try again. Like he can’t just snap his fingers and have you join the rest of the universe. Yeah, that’s pretty stupid.” Peter spat as he settled near the holograms listing the people who were dusted. 

“Well, do you have any other ideas?” Cap sighed. 

“Yeah, anything but that.” Peter groaned. “You’ll all get killed and then the universe will have no hope. Maybe we can contain the stones or something.” 

“We wouldn’t be able to do any tests, if it doesn’t work we’re all dead.” Doctor Banner shrugged. 

“Tony Stark’s nanotech sheild deflected a direct blast from the purple infinity stone. That’s at least a start.” 

“The purple one… that’s the power stone kid! So this dead guy deflected a hit from the power stone with his tech? I’d like to get a hold of that…” The raccoon exclaimed. 

“You know, it’s really too bad that this all couldn’t have been avoided…” Peter looked directly at Captain America. He didn’t know why he was consumed with such irrational anger because he would never act this way normally. His line had been crossed weeks ago when Mr. Stark died in front of him. He was just at a point where he didn’t give a fuck. 

“What are you even talking about kid?” Steve raised an annoyingly calm eyebrow. 

“If only everyone was all together to fight him at once rather than separated and weaker. We almost got the gauntlet off with only like seven people, imagine if it was all of you guys too…” Peter hissed. “You know Tony warned you about this. He knew something was coming and nobody listened.” 

“Ultron was made because of his paranoia.” 

“So was the Vision. He was our superman and the only being I would trust with the infinite power that he was given. It really sucks because if you all just stuck together and you know, didn’t become war criminals because you had your heads so far up Mr. perfects ass, Tony would still be alive, along with all of my friends and the only family I had left.” Peter gradually started to yell. He had just held too much in for too long and apparently now was the time to let it out. 

Most infuriating of all, Steve just stood there. He didn’t try to argue with Peter, he didn’t make any kind of retort. He just stood there with a blank expression. 

“If you had any sort of trust in him, he would still be alive!” Peter ripped his IV out of his arm, it was just in the way and it had become one of the things that were just holding him back. He shakily stood up in his adrenaline-filled fury. 

“Whoa kid-” Rhodey put a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder but it did nothing to hold him back. 

“No matter how strong and mighty you think you are, you’re nothing compared to the guy that killed him. Don’t let your fucking ego get in the way of the fate of the universe! A fucking wizard with fucking magic couldn’t take this guy down! You’re just full of steroids and misplaced self-confidence.” Peter limped his way to Steve with so much rage in his eyes that the man several inches taller backed away a little. “ So yeah, I’ve got nothing for you. No plan, no ideas, no trust, LIAR!” he had an accusing finger stabbing at Steve’s chest. 

This, of course, was the exact time he started to feel light-headed. He stumbled back a little and barely caught his footing. After not standing for so long, thirty full seconds made his useless body want to give up. 

He could sense angel lady and Rhodey being ready to catch him when he inevitably fell. He looked at Cap one last time, who also seemed like he was worried that Peter was going to fall. 

“I… I don’t feel so good-” His voice shook, less than a second later, his vision turned black and he collapsed to the floor. 

The next time he woke up, it was days later. He physically felt as good as new but that changed when he was told what happened while he was sedated. The Avengers came back with Thanos’ blood on their hands but no infinity stones. Thanos had the last laugh when he used the stones to destroy the stones. He destroyed the only thing that could get everyone back and it finally sunk in what happened. They were all gone. And unless they had some reality-defying solution, it would be for good. 

***

FIVE YEARS LATER

***

Peter had moved on. Or at least he thought he did. For the first year after the snap, he put all his effort into finding a solution. He didn’t find one. He had to move on. Without MJ or Ned or even Flash, he didn’t have a reason to stay in the same grade. He finished high school early. He sped through college and when he turned eighteen, he revealed his identity to the world and became an official avenger. 

He also became best friends with the new black panther and queen of Wakanda. They were both incredibly smart and the same age and were enhanced with the theming of an animal. She was the only person he could feel normal with. Well, It started out as best friends, it evolved a little beyond that. 

They became an unstoppable duo, superheroing and not superheroing. They made a pretty good team in smash. Shuri always played Samus and Peter always played Kirby. Peter visited Wakanda when he couldn’t stand living in the city, they worked endless hours in her labs and alternated music choices to blast at ungodly volumes. It was some of the best times of his life. 

He moved past Thanos and he finally felt kind of stable. That was until Scott Lang came back from the quantum realm with ideas that have already been thought of. Peter and Shuri had already tried time travel to get their loved ones back but for some reason, this was different. Scott came to them. Most people wouldn’t come to them, they were often underestimated for their intelligence and sometimes ego was a larger factor than actual intellect. 

Ant-Man came to Peter and Shuri because right now, they were his best bet to get everyone back. At the moment, they were probably the smartest people on the planet. Sure it wasn’t as taboo as when they were teenagers but they were still too young to be respected as tech geniuses.

But Peter wasn’t ready to change everything again. He had finally found peace after years of trauma and loss. Of course he wanted everyone back but he didn’t know if trying again would just make everything worse. The world had moved on and accepted what happened. It had been over for years, reopening old wounds, potentially for nothing, did not sound fun. 

That’s why he said no at first. Even the idea of Thanos still scared the shit out of him. Thanos was dead. At least this version of Thanos was. If they went back in time to get the stones… Thanos would still be alive. Peter thought he had seen the last of that dried eggplant asshole. 

He worked on the time travel simulations after Shuri had gone to bed. Scott was staying in a guest room in the palace and Peter was all alone, with barely any hope, trying to solve time travel. Then he did it. At two AM when he was about to give up, he did it. The simulation worked. With the information Scott had about the quantum realm, they could use it to time travel and actually control where they went. 

He could get them back… May, Tony, Ned, MJ… all of them. He could bring them back… 

He spent the rest of the night crying with joy until he fell asleep on his desk. For once his sleep was peaceful. He dreamed of seeing them again. 

***

“I figured it out.” He brought up, out of nowhere the first time they were all gathered for a hologram meeting with the avengers all around the world and the few in space. “Time travel. I figured it out. We can get the stones from the past and use them now to bring everyone back.” 

There was silence for a moment as everyone thought about what he said. 

“You… figured out time travel?” Natasha said and if Peter wasn’t mistaken, she sounded impressed. 

“At least the method. It will take a few days to make the actual time machine. But it is possible and my simulations have been successful. We only have enough Pym particles for nine of us round trip excluding two tests. We’ll have to split up into teams to collect the stones so that we can get to them all. We can discuss everything at the compound after the machine is built so… avengers assemble I guess.” Peter said calmly, but he couldn’t keep a smile from his face. 

“Well, you heard Spider-Man, Avengers Assemble.” 

***

Peter decided not to go on the time-traveling adventure. They would need tech geniuses on both sides, just so nothing would go wrong. Shuri would go with Professor Hulk, Captain America, and Ant-Man to New York 2012, Carol would go with Rhodey to get the power stone from some planet in the past, punk Hawkeye and Black widow were going for the soul stone, and hobo Thor with Rocket, going to Asgard for the reality stone. The hulk had managed to get Thor out of his hole in New Asgard. 

Hawkeye had tested the time machine by going into the past and saving some enhanced kids’ life. Someone named Piedro. He was apparently the magic girl’s brother. Well, she better be thankful when they bring her back from the dust.   

“Everyone ready?” Peter said as he flipped all the switches and pressed all the buttons that he needed to get the large time machine set up. The avengers came into the room wearing their black and red quantum nano suits sans helmets. 

The vibranium gauntlet that was to hold the infinity stones was waiting to be used beside him. It was hard to accept that for him, it was only going to be a minute before all of the stones were together. They were so close to bringing everyone back that it was almost impossible for Peter to wrap his head around it. 

The Avengers took their places on the platform with Shuri bringing up the rear. Before she started on the steps, she leaned down to where he was sitting and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She smirked at how red his face turned. Natasha snorted at his reaction. Rocket scoffed something that Peter couldn’t quite hear. 

“Stay safe your highness. And uh, I guess everyone else.” Peter smiled shyly. “Okay, sending you all off in 3… 2...1!” He twisted a nob and everything started to glow. In a flash, everyone was gone. 

“And they should be back in… 3… 2… 1!” He talked to himself as a flash of light flooded the room and everyone was back. Well, almost everyone. Everyone’s helmets disappeared and Natasha had tears in her eyes. Clint wasn’t in the group that came back. There was a moment of silence between all of the Avengers and Shuri jogged towards Peter and almost suffocated him in a hug.

“Woah woah, what happened? You okay?” He said worriedly. 

“It’s fine, there were just a few bumps in the road.” She sighed. She looked a little bruised and had a few bloody wounds, nothing too bad though. 

“It was a sacrifice…” Natasha said weakly. “It was the only way to get the stone…” 

The room went quiet once again. They weren’t prepared for a casualty. 

***

 They would mourn Clint later, they had all the stones and could finally get everyone back. Peter’s veins were filled with adrenaline. He had never been so excited in his life. He wanted everyone back so fucking bad, but so much had changed. Would they even recognize him now? He was in his early twenties, he had grown so much. Physically and as a person. God, he was probably taller than Tony now… 

“I’ll do it.” Carol interrupted his train of thought. Oh yeah, they were trying to decide who would do the snap. “I can absorb the energy that tries to damage me. I’m the safest option.” She said definitively. Thor and Professor Hult seemed to try to argue but Carol talked them down. It wouldn’t hurt her as it would hurt them. She was practically made of infinity stone energy, if anything, it could make her stronger. 

Peter had used an enclosed robot arm to place the stones in the dark vibranium gauntlet and it was ready to be used. Carol picked it up and put it on impatiently. They had already waited five years for this moment, none of them wanted to wait any longer. 

Arcs of multi-colored light grew on Carol’s arm, she didn’t even wince. She closed her eyes and snapped. There was no more lead up, she just did it. 

Peter was the only one that felt an immediate change. He felt what he could only describe as a sigh of relief. It was like all the background noise he tended to tune out was doubled. He just felt the presence of people. It worked. Oh god, it worked. After all this time, they did it. Holy fuck.

It wasn’t a dramatic moment, it was just something that they couldn’t wait to be done. There was no music to confirm that everyone was back, they just had to trust that it worked. It only took a moment for the changes to prove that they happened. 

Peter’s phone rang. He whipped it out at the speed of light and sobbed a little when he saw who it was. He didn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Peter? Is that you? Can you please tell me what’s going on?” May’s voice sounded a little bit shaky. It took Peter a moment to find his voice. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me… It’s a little bit of a long story.” He quickly wiped a tear from his eye and shuffled out of the room of avengers. He didn’t what them staring at him. They probably also had a few calls to make. Including one to Clint’s family. 

“Why does your voice sound so weird? Are you sick?” May asked. 

“My voice is not what you should be focusing on. A whole lot has happened. You might want to sit down…” He said as he did the same. He knew May would be distraught for missing out on his life but it’s not like she had a choice. 

“Peter!” Carol’s voice came frantically from the other room. “Kid! Get in the quinjet!” 

“Sorry May, I’ve got to go. I’ll explain everything later!” Peter knew that if Carol was panicking, something must have really gone wrong. He ended the call and jumped up to sprint outside to the quinjet. He could vaguely sense the rest of the avengers following him, with a little bit of emphasis on Rocket’s scampering on all fours like the animal he looked like. 

Carol scrambled to the pilot’s seat and everyone, even those who could fly independently, filed into the dark jet. 

“Okay, can someone tell me what the hell is going on now?” Peter groaned as he stood behind Nebula who was in the co-pilots chair. 

“Sorry kid, I guess I got ahead of myself.” Carol sighed. “I just wanted to bring everyone back, I didn’t think that the black order would come back too.” 

“Including Thanos or not including Thanos?” Peter’s voice shook and may have risen a few octaves. 

“We don’t know, but their ships are gathering above New York City.” 

“We still have the infinity stone right? You can just dust them can’t you?” 

“The gauntlet is practically unusable.  Even made of vibranium it couldn’t stand the strength of the infinity stones.”

“You absorbed the first snap, right? Maybe you could just hold the stones or something.” He said frantically as they took off and headed to the city at full speed. It would only take them a few minutes to get there. 

“I almost couldn’t contain the power from the first one with the gauntlet. If I used them without it, I’d explode.”

“Then explode near their ships,” Peter suggested.  

“I’ll think about it.” She snorted in response. “I can deal with the ships and hopefully the black order is easily knocked off of the playing board. We need people dealing with civilians.” 

“I’ll go. My weapons didn’t do much to these guys last time…” Rhodey said. 

“Me too.” Natasha nodded. “Unless you want me to sneak on their ship and take hold of their weapons. I can do that too.” 

“Can I come?” Antman asked as his mask flipped on his head. “I can help with small stuff!” 

“Sure, go for it,” Carol said, accidentally becoming the leader instead of the other captain. Neither of them really seemed to care. 

Peter stayed quiet as they discussed plans, he thought this was all over… He thought Thanos was gone but apparently, he might not be and that scared the shit out of him. Only minutes ago he was pretty damn happy that they brought everyone back but now it could all be undone again and Peter really wasn’t ready. 

Okay maybe he was panicking a little but not one was noticing so it didn’t matter. Maybe he was just overthinking it, they had everyone back, it wouldn’t be like last time. 

“Spidey, were you listening?” Shuri seemed to realize that Peter was having a little bit of trouble but didn’t point it out. 

“Uh, kinda. You should repeat it just to make sure…” 

“We’re splitting up the stones since we can’t exactly use them. Carol is taking the power stone since she’s the only one that can hold it, I’m taking the mind stone because I might be able to figure it out, Cap gets time, yadda yadda yadda. You get the Soul Stone. The guardian of the soul stone said that it was different from the other stones so we need someone special to protect it. Someone fast and with a danger sense. Anyway, we’re about there. Just make sure the stones are split up so that we can defeat Thanos without them. Got it? Cool.” Shuri rambled at a speed that only Peter could follow along with.

“Cool.” Peter put on his web-shooters and activated the nanites inside them. The nanotech left their containment and covered his body in his suit. He had adjusted the design of the iron spider suit and even got vibranium added to the mix. There were several lines and points in the suit that had a slight indigo glow from the metal but Peter kept the bright red sections. For the aesthetic. It was the perfect amalgamation of starktech and Shuri’s Wakandan technology with Peter’s own designs sprinkled throughout. 

Carol gave him the little orange stone. It seemed too small to be one of the most powerful items in the galaxy. Even through his suit, it was warm. He could feel it’s energy. He put it in a pocket in his web-shooter. Normally the place had extra web fluid but he forgot to refill it. It managed to be the perfect size, thank god. 

Then he remembered that people were sacrificed for this little glowing rock. Hawkeye… Nebulas sister… This tiny stone definitely was different than the others. The other ones could be stollen, this one had to be paid, and the price was a little steep by Peter’s standards. 

He really hoped that the soul stone wasn’t affected by inflation and that it was always a soul for a soul. Maybe a thousand years ago it was a different cool rock for the magic glowing stone. Like a geode from a national park gift shop for the soul stone. He realized that he may have zoned out a little. 

The quinjet hovered above the city and the avengers got ready to jump out. Flyers automatically paired up with non-fliers. Nebula stayed in the cockpit to man the jet while Carol paired herself up with Natasha. Rhodey had Rocket snarling on his shoulder with a gun as big as he was. 

One by one, the pairs of avengers leaped out of the quinjet. Except for Captain America, who didn’t need anyone to jump with, he didn’t even have a parachute. From what Peter knew about Steve, that was completely normal. 

Peter put his arm safely around Shuri’s waist and jumped out. Shuri whooped like she was on a rollercoaster as if they weren’t going into battle with a resurrected intergalactic warlord. It’s not like he hasn’t taken her web-slinging before, in much safer circumstances. 

The city was smoldering and civilians were running as far away as they could. Tripping on debris on the way. Peter spotted people stuck in a crumbling building and as if they had a neurological connection, he and Shuri went to work. 

There was a reason they were paired up so often. They were an extremely fluid team that was constantly on the same page. They never had to tell each other what to do, they just knew what they were doing. Okay, they weren’t perfect but they had worked together for years and they knew each other pretty well. Shuri usually depended on Peter to catch her when she fell and he usually did. 

This was why when Peter threw Shuri into the window of the building, she didn’t swear at him. With both of his hands free and Shuri in the building with the trapped people, he was able to make a large net with his webs. Shuri helped the family jump into the webbing for Peter to escort to the ground, to run as far away from the carnage as fast as they could. 

They carried on like this, staying away from the main fight and helping everyone that needed to be helped until a flash of light caught Peter’s attention. He and Shuri were on a building only a few buildings away from where the flash came from. 

It was him. It was Thanos. Below him was Steve, bloody and bruised and broken. He looked dead but Peter hoped otherwise. The glowing green gem hovered in between the mad titan’s massive fingers. One stone down… five to go. Peter shuttered at the thought. The time stone was one of the worst ones for him to get first. Well, any of them would be terrible for him to have but Time was a really bad start. 

The purple Hitler alien grinned smugly and sent the black order out to find the rest of the stones. He did so, very dramatically. 

“We need to split up,” Peter said urgently.

“That’s what I was going to suggest. We’ve already been risking it with two infinity stone so close together. I wouldn’t be surprised if that asshole can smell them like a dog.” She hissed. She took a precious moment that they could’ve spent running by giving him an urgent kiss. “For luck?” she suggested as she jumped off of the roof. Peter rolled his eyes but started web-slinging the opposite way. He could already tell that he would need that good luck. 

For the next half hour, everything was so chaotic that Peter wasn’t sure he could perceive it all. He was pretty sure that he pulled someone from under the debris of a collapsed building, he saved a kid from space Voldemorts telepathic attacks that were missing whatever avenger he was currently after. 

One by one, Thanos collected the stones, whether through his minions or himself. He took down each avenger, one at a time. If they had a stone or not. They lost Space, Reality, Mind, and Power. Peter became the last Avenger with an infinity stone. He became the last avenger standing. 

When he saw the yellow flash of light, he knew Shuri was caught and he stopped whatever he was doing. He cried out a few choice expletives, Hoping that the bastard had only taken the stone and not her life. 

Peter was the last one left. If Captain Marvel couldn’t kick this guys ass, there was no way that he could. Everyone was down except for him. That was a lot of pressure. Not many things could distract him from what was happening in front of him but something managed. 

There was a burning pain through his wrist, where he hid the soul stone. It didn’t distract him long, he could ignore it for a minute. But he had to do something. He was the only one that could do something. 

So he stepped out into the light and let his nanite mask retract. He wanted his face to show. He wanted to breathe the burning air and he wanted to show Thanos that he wasn’t afraid. This was odd because he had been scared to death of Thanos for half a decade, to a point where he had panic attacks over it, but now, all he felt was rage. A hot burning rage that ignited his veins. 

He snuck around the broken city in complete silence. His plan could only work if he had the element of surprise. He couldn’t go against all of the black order and Thanos at once. After an eternity of obsessively controlling his breathing and every movement he made, he was in position. He was right behind Thanos. 

He took a breath. A moment to collect his thoughts before shit went down and he was going to get hurt. In… and out... In … and out. He lept into action. 

In a flash, he flipped over the titan and grabbed blindly at the gems already in the gauntlet. Good news, he managed to get one. Bad news, it was the power stone and Thanos grabbed him by the throat before he was able to get away. His arm burned with the violet energy as Thanos inspected him with a chuckle that only a bad guy could utter. 

“They gave a child the soul stone?” 

“I know I look young but come on, I don’t look that young.” He wheezed and wasted what little breath he had. His arm still burned but it was fading, it was as if the soul stone and the power stone were canceling each other out.

“It is impressive how long you were able to evade us, but my will is inevitable, the fight is done now. Give me the stones or I will rip them from your corpse.” The titan said calmly as if he was actually giving Peter the choice and not threatening to murder him.  

“I don’t think I will.” Peter rasped. “Jesus Christ, if you let me breathe I might be able to actually talk to you… is this normally how negotiations work with you?” Peter noticed his fist holding the power stone and in the same hand as the soul stone was starting to heat up. Not burning destructively like it was before, but with power that was starting to course through him. 

Thanos tightened his grip and raised Peter to the sky, cutting off his air and displaying him thousands of feet in the air. That’s when he started to hear a distantly familiar noise. Like a sparkler on the fourth of July multiplied by a million. He could see golden sparks out of the corners of his eyes. Thanos’s expression tightened but he didn’t react to the portals that Peter knew were starting to appear on top of buildings around him.

“Kid?” A painfully familiar voice yelled from somewhere behind him. He was starting to blackout, his lungs begged painfully for air but he couldn’t even gasp. “Let go of him!” 

Peter smiled in between dry gasping like a fish out of water. He saw his fist glowing the orange of the soul stone with a fiery intensity. He closed his eyes and reached out to the soul stone. He finally understood. The little glowing rock was alive. The Soul was the most alive thing in the universe. And it was just as angry as Peter was. 

Peter’s vision went white. Not because Thanos had successfully choked him to death, but because of the blast. The energy from the soul stone in contact with the power stone caused a concentrated white-hot explosion that didn’t even affect Peter. He wasn’t blown back, he just landed on the roof of the building as Thanos and the black order all around him were blown away with ease. 

He frantically turned around, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Tony but his spider-sense went off before he could see his long lost mentor. He jumped off the skyscraper before a blast of energy could catch him off guard. 

The soul stone led him to the fallen avengers which were all thankfully, not dead. Peter reached out his hand and the cloudy orange energy lazily floated into their bodies like fog. Wounds faded and gasps of breath echoed from around them. Once Peter knew they were okay, he left. 

He swung up to a vacant rooftop and took his first full look at the reinforcements. There were at least four armies, the Wakandan army led by T’Challa, The Asgardian Army led by Valkarie, a mess of aliens behind the resurrected guardians of the galaxy and a few hundred wizards in matching robes, led by Doctor Strange. That wasn’t even including all of the undusted avengers and other heroes that stood at the front lines. 

Then, Peter saw a glint of red fly out of the corner of his eye and smiled as he turned his head towards it. Moments later, Tony landed in a fresh bleeding-edge suit, his helmet melted back faster than Peter thought that it could. 

“Hey, Mr. Stark. It’s been a little while.” Peter was staying cool for now but he was so close to crying. Tony looked exactly like he did before, maybe a little smaller but that was probably on Peter’s side. He did grow a few inches over the years. 

“Peter? Is that really you? You look so… mature.” The man joked and raised his eyebrow. 

“I better be, It’s been five years after all... You have been gone for a hot second.” Peter grinned, just glad to see Tony alive and in front of him. He could hear Tony’s heartbeat and it was the most beautiful sound. 

“Five years? That’s why you’re so tall.” Peter laughed at Tony’s reaction and couldn’t restrict himself any longer, he hugged his old man. 

“I missed you… you don’t even know…” It took a moment but Tony hugged back, just as tightly. 

“Thank god someone did, That strange guy seemed rather annoyed that I was with them on Titan.” 

“Wait, shit,” Peter pulled back from the hug, “We’re in the middle of a fight. Hugs later okay, the big bad guy still has four singularities that are super powerful by themselves.” 

“Yeah, that sucks. Want a piggyback ride to the middle of it?” Tony offered as his helmet folded back on.  

“Sure.” Peter shrugged. Moments later, he stood on Iron Mans back like he was a magic carpet. Moments later he dove off to confront Thanos again. This time, he was aware of the power that he held. 

The only thing life really needed was a soul, and Peter had the essence of the soul in his hand. No time, no reality, no mind would change the fact that he was in control of life. That’s why it was the only stone that needed a sacrifice, that’s why it required the ultimate sacrifice. Because it was more powerful than the power gem. It was alive and it was angry. It had a will and a connection to every living thing. Including Thanos. 

Thanos, in all his strength and intelligence, was not immune to the soul stones rage. No time, no space, no reality, no mind could save him. 

It was almost disappointing how easy it was. So anticlimactic. The raging energy ate through the titan like he was paper in a flame. The armor didn’t matter, the stones didn’t matter. In moments, he was gone. After Thanos was defeated, the black order was taken down easily. 

It was over. It was finally over. Everything was back to normal. 

***

Okay, maybe not back to normal but families were reunited, friends were back from the dead and every other problem seemed pretty minuscule. That’s why, after everyone had a nap, the Avengers had a massive party at the compound. 

Everyone’s families were invited, May was there, Carol joyfully hung out with her cat goose, Maria, Monica, and Nick Fury, Sam Wilsons mom was there, she even took the time to make cookies, the Wakandan royal family was there and literally hundreds more people. Everyone was glad to be alive and there was an incredible amount of catching up that needed to be done. 

Both T’Challa, May, and Tony were pretty stunned to see Shuri and Peter together but after a moment of thought, it really made sense. 

Rocket was crying as he hugged a tree teenager and denied the crying bit. He also seemed happy that the rest of his friends were alive, except Nebula’s sister but most of his friends were undusted. 

Thor was still kind of glum but a few conversations with Professor Hulk and Valkarie got him laughing heartily. His family may be gone but he still had his friends. 

Peter reunited with Ned and MJ, which was weird at first because he was older than them, and MJ didn’t know that he was Spider-Man, she suspected but she didn’t really know. It didn’t take long for them to realize that Peter was still Peter even though he was a little taller now. He was still the same nerd who had to refrain from giving away Star Wars spoilers from movies and TV shows they didn’t know existed. 

It wasn’t all good though, while Ned and MJ took advantage of being around every superhero they had ever idolized, May lowkey started flirting with Carol, and Tony was being hogged by Pepper and Happy, Peter stook in a corner, still trying to accept that everything was fixed. 

Even though everyone was back now, he still felt odd. He guessed that everything didn’t just suddenly resolve after everyone was brought back to life. The snap didn’t erase what had already happened. Peter had still spent five years separated from all of his friends and family. He had spent so much time mourning only to get everyone back years later. Those feelings didn’t just disappear. 

It felt like a dream that they were all back. His mind sending him a reminder of what they looked and sounded like but he knew they were real. He could hear their heartbeats and laughs across the room. They were alive and Peter was so happy, they missed so much. 

Peter had changed while they were gone, he was still Peter, he was just more traumatized and more withdrawn. He had grown but he was still the same. He still liked to hang upside down to nap and he was still bad at cooking but not baking. He was just taller and more in tune with his powers and diagnosed with a panic disorder. 

In the long run, those changes wouldn’t matter, at least not to people who truly cared. It would just take them a few weeks to get back into the flow of normal life with the people they thought they lost. 

It was like half of the universe was Captain America-ed for five years where literally everything changed. Earth became part of the universe, known to other planets as a complete powerhouse instead of an easy steal for some galactic empire. There were more humans in space than ever before and the snap affected everything. Ecosystems, culture, interplanetary and international relations, governmental control, and practically every aspect of normal human life was changed forever. 

Peter was shaken out of his thoughts with Shuri handing him a plate full of deserts. He immediately bit into a cookie. 

“Something on your mind?” She asked as she stole the cookie from his hand. He didn’t even react. 

“Yeah, I know everything’s all fixed and everyone is back, but I don’t know, it feels weird.” He shrugged and grabbed another treat from the plate, knowing that the cookie was lost. 

“I know, a lot happened in five years. We already mourned them and cried for them, and poof, they’re back. It’s not bad it’s just, weird.” She nodded. 

“I just don’t feel like the same person that they all knew. Like for them, it’s been five seconds and for us, it’s been five years.” 

“Does it matter? You are you. No matter your age or what you’ve been through. People change and grow and they just have to get used to who you are now.” 

“Yeah, you’re right. I can’t turn back time to be sixteen again, I definitely don’t even want to. I like the me that I am now, but it’s not the same as my friends and family know. Whatever, this is a party, not therapy.” 

“That is true, it is time to avoid our problems like there’s no tomorrow!” 

And they did. 

***

It was three in the morning and Peter was still awake. Not because he wasn’t tired, he definitely was, but because he was afraid of what would come when he closed his eyes. Instead of sleeping, he was in Tony’s lab. He had spent so much time there during the five years of missing his mentor. 

Working always helped, it kept him focused. It was calming and it came naturally for him. He played music in the background that was everything from comedy bands to musicals to modern rock and classic rock. It was so much easier to avoid his problems than deal with them. 

“Hey Friday, turn down the music, I need to talk to you.” He said while he was pacing and not working on anything at all. 

“Of course. What do you want to talk about?” The AI replied cheerfully. She seemed a lot happier since Tony returned. 

“I think it’s time to change your primary user back to Tony. He’s alive again so the ‘EDITH’ protocol should be reset. That also means to give back the trust and all that. I can’t rely on my inheritance anyway…” He rambled. 

“I’m sorry Peter but I cannot do that. Boss locked the ‘Old Man’ protocol for his retirement. He wants to keep ‘EDITH’ in place.” 

“I mean he’s not dead so why would he keep it?” 

“It’s getting a little late kid,” Tony spoke from behind Peter. He turned to the man and shrugged. 

“Not a kid. I’m old enough to drink but it doesn’t even do anything so that sucks.” 

“Believe me, that’s a good thing. You don’t even get hangovers?” 

“No, I can’t even get high dude. Weed is useless.” He sighed. Tony laughed. 

“You should seriously go to bed though it’s been a pretty long day.” 

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Peter pouted. 

“Poor baby.” Tony practically dragged Peter out of the workshop, it had been a pretty long day. 

“I’m a little too tall to be a baby.” Peter yawned. 

“You’re always going to be my baby,” Tony said surprisingly fondly. 

“I’m taller than you.” 

“Not emotionally,” Tony noted.  Peter snorted in response as they wandered to his bedroom. In the five years of living there, it had barely changed. There were still three Star Wars posters on the wall and the desk was still a mess. The only thing that really changed was the comforter on the queen-sized bed. It had a little flying Iron Man pattern on it and little arc reactors. It used to be a solid scarlet. 

“I love you, you know that right? I didn’t get to tell you before and I never want the opportunity to slip away ever again. You’ve been like a dad to me and I could never ask for anyone better. Shit, don’t tell Ben that…” Peter embraced Tony before he left for the night. Tony’s hand instinctually combed comfortingly through his kid’s hair. 

“I love you too kid. It’s been rough for you lately but it’s okay now. You saved the universe, not many people can say that.”

“I know right, what are the perks of that? Do I get free food a McDonald’s or something? I mean Jesus got several holidays for saving mankind in some indefinable way, will my birthday become like a day off of school or something?” Peter joked as he stepped back. 

“Now that’s an idea… who do you contact for making a holiday…” 

“Okay no, don’t do that. Don’t you dare.” Peter said in a serious tone. 

“Fine, good night Spider-Jesus.” Tony started to head back to his own room with Pepper. 

“I’m not the one that came back from the dead, whatever. Good night Iron Jesus.” He sighed and flopped into bed. He was out like a light in moments. Even if he had a nightmare, he would always wake up to something better than any dream he could conjure. And that was enough.  

[thecorteztwins]

Lorna Dane and either Gabby Kinney or Daken!

LORNA DANEEvo Lorna is the full sister of Pietro and Wanda in this version. Ever notice how the twins don’t seem to have a mom around in Evo? Like I don’t think we ever see or hear from her. Well, here’s what happened! Magda Maximoff (that’s her surname in this version, hence why Wanda and Pietro would still have it in Evo despite them not having been adopted by the Maximoffs like in 616) was originally married to Magneto, but came to fear him as he increasingly became more and more anti-human. After all, she was a human herself. But she stayed because of the twins. When it became clear what a horrible father he was, she tried to escape with them, but failed. After several such attempts, he told her she was free to go, that he had no use for her in the world that was coming (pls remember that Evo Magneto is MASSIVELY MORE DICKISH than 616 Magneto) but that it was the twins, who were now manifesting their powers, who were important to him. Magda chose to stay so that she could try to protect Wanda and Pietro as best she could......at least, until she realized she was pregnant again. She made the difficult choice---one that has tortured her ever since---of abandoning her two children in order to save the one that was coming. She felt that there was nothing she could do anymore to stop her husband from using them as tools and weapons when they got older, but she could at least save this one so long as he never knew it existed. Having no good way to explain this to the twins, she left mysteriously and suddenly, with no goodbyes. The twins have thus always thought their father was responsible, that he kicked her out or took her away, since they remember Magda as a loving mother (which she was!) and can’t imagine she would abandon them. It’s why they took on her last name, instead of their father’s.Magda successfully escaped and had a baby girl, Lorna, and changed her own name to Suzzana Gurzsky, just in case Magneto ever changed his mind and came looking for her. When Lorna was still very young, she found love again with a normal human man, and they married, so Lorna got his last name, Dane. She grew up unaware that she had any other father.After Lorna’s powers manifest and she joins the current batch of New Mutant recruits, of course it’s NOTICED that she has powers identical to those of Magneto. But no one thinks it means she’s his kid. After all, Wanda and Pietro don’t have his powers, nor does Kurt have Mystique’s powers, there’s no reason to think it’s a hereditary thing. But sooner or later it gets discovered, so of course there’s a whole lot of drama there, not just for Lorna and Magneto but also for Pietro and Wanda, who have to now come to terms with the idea that their mother abandoned them for the sake of this other child, something that devastates them, while also watching Magneto (who has started reforming at this point) begin building a relationship with Lorna that is far more positive than anything they ever got with him. And because of this they end up being like, really hostile to Lorna, even though she wants to reach out to them.I’m also a sucker for the “Zala Dane is Lorna Dane’s sister!” theory in the comics, so I’d make that canon in Evo, like either she’s Lorna’s twin or a half-sister that Arnold and “Suzanna” had later, or maybe she’s just Arnold’s daughter from a previous relationship (since I see her as older than Lorna) BUT IN ANY CASE, she’s related to Lorna in SOME way by blood or marriage, possibly also to Magneto and the twins depending which option we go with, but she’s TOTALLY human. She’s human, and she’s REALLY angry about it when it turns out that Lorna has these amazing powers. When it turns out Lorna comes from a whole family of people who have amazing powers, the boiling point hits and Zala gets involved in some kind of supervillainy out of jealousy, possibly to give herself powers, possibly just to attack Lorna and the Mag-fam. But in any case, the Mag-family has to work together to defeat her, and it brings them together. There might not ever be any real mending between Evo Magneto and the twins (and like...lbr, I don’t think he deserves it) but the twins and Lorna can still have a good relationship. Which could also serve as a bridge to reconnecting with their mother.So basically this would combine several parts of the comics, but in different ways. We’ve got a pregnant Magda running from Magneto, just in this version she’s pregnant with a different kid. We’ve got Magneto possibly having a human child, just in this version it’s Zala instead of Anya, and her “fuck you, I want powers!” references both the comics where Zala tried to steal the powers of Lorna and Magneto as well as this one “What-If?” issue where Anya survived and ended up being evil out of resentment over not being “special” like her younger siblings. And Magda/Suzzana’s short-lived “Gurzsky” fake surname as a little shout-out to the XMCU.GABBY KINNEYAfter X-23′s successfully faking her death to fool HYDRA (who are the ones that created her in Evo) they give up trying to recover her, as was the plan. Unfortunately, they still have all of Dr. Deborah Risman’s work (she’s the Evo version of Sarah Kinney, basically) and are able to duplicate the process, resulting in Gabby (and possibly her “sisters” as well if you want them) Of course, she’s not called Gabby. She’s probably got a number or something. Anyway, for years this goes unknown, until the X-Men, whom the now-grown X-23 is now a part of, receive intelligence of surveillance videos that show some very small HYDRA agents using claws just like X-23/Talon has.Speaking of Talon, X-23 never got the name “Laura Kinney” in Evo, where she first appeared. It was given to her when she was put into the comics after. And since it was given to her by Sarah Kinney, who doesn’t EXIST in the comics...she wouldn’t have it in Evo. So at this point, I would say she still hasn’t chosen a “civilian” name but has started going by “Talon” as a codename instead of X-23 because she doesn’t want to use the name that HYDRA gave her. So she’d be like Rogue at this point, codename-only.Anyway, obviously there’s a whole adventure with recovering the new clone (or clones) and it ends with Talon essentially adopting her mini-me. The mini-me wants “a regular name like a regular” girl, so they pick out “Gabrielle” together, and then the newly-dubbed Gabrielle decides Talon needs a “real name” too and decides on “Laura” for her. They select “Logan” as their surname. Also, as a note----since Evo Laura had brown skin and brown hair, not pale skin and black hair like in the comics, that’s how Evo Gabby would look too. She just literally looks exactly like X-23 when she first showed up, except that she smiles.

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the one with the flowers -luke crain imagine

IMAGINE: Since they first met she’s always given him flowers, trying to convey her feelings to him. A look through the various stages of their relationship. 

[word count: 4331 -so much, i know, let me know your thoughts on this!] 

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[gif is not mine, creds to the wonderful owner listed above.] 

requested: for sure / nah fam 

prompt: 

“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” 

“It’s clear your feelings has.” 

i. the yellow rose; joy, friendship, new beginnings

They’ve been best friends since he could first remember. She was the sweet girl who lived next door who gave his mother a single yellow rose while her brother handed him a tray full of brownies to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

She watched as the boy with the glasses that made him fascinating look at the yellow rose with wide eyes.

“I’ve never seen a rose that colour before!” Luke exclaimed out but quickly began to quiet down as Steve nudged his back.

She furrowed her brows and shook it off, she smiled brightly at the boy in front of her, “If you want I can give you another flower and you can keep it if you want!” She was on the balls of her feet practically jumping up and down.

“Really?” The same enthusiastic tone and smile made its way back on his face and he looked to his mom who was watching with a small smile at the scene in front of her.

“Go ahead, Luke, just come back before dinner.”

“Let’s go,” she called out enthusiastically, she pulled him along to the garden behind her house. “We have so many roses, my mom loves them so much.” She explained as Luke saw the bushes that were all along the garden. There were so many colours, all of them so vibrant, all the time during his young life he has never seen so many colours.

“Here we are,” she looked at all the yellow roses in front of her, looking for the brightest and healthiest. Pulling out some small shears from her overall pockets, she pinched a rose and cut it at the stem. “Be careful, I can’t cut the thorns as well as my mommy.” She handed him the rose and watched as the boy in front of her cradle the rose gently, in fear of crushing it.

“Thank you so much!” Luke spoke sincerely, he looked at the rose, it was so pretty. “I’m going to keep it forever.”

“You can’t keep flowers forever, silly,” she teased. “They eventually die out but that’s okay.”

He looked confusedly at her, “Then what’s the point of having flowers?”

“It’s a fantastic feeling seeing something so pure and bright near you isn’t it? It makes you feel so happy inside, right?” At her question, Luke nodded. “They may not last long but it’s a good feeling when you’re there to appreciate them at their moment.”

Luke nodded at her, still not quite understanding her words. He wanted to be nice though, she looked as lovely as the rose when she talked about flowers.

“Well, I’m going to keep it forever,” Luke spoke out and saw the smile appear on her face. Wide and as bright as the flower he held in his hand.

ii. the yellow hyacinth; jealousy

“You know that your room awfully looks cheery for someone who looks so glum,” Theo remarked as she walked around (Y/N)’s room, picking things up and putting them down.

The girl in question looked at her friend and then went back to her homework, “What do you mean, Theo?”

She sat down on her friends bed and plucked the pen from her hand, which caused an outburst from (Y/N). Theo watched as her friend rolled her eyes and picked up another pen from her pencil case.

“Why do you have  a bunch of yellow flowers everywhere?” Theo gestured to the various vases in her room that held the flowers.

“They had a sale,” (Y/N) responded back, never missing a beat.

“Oh?” Theo questioned. “So it doesn’t have to do anything with that new exchange girl named Joey?” A smirk appeared on her face as she saw (Y/N) grasped her pen tighter. “The fact that my idiot of a brother is currently spending his time with her?”

(Y/N) waited a few beats before she answered, “He has his own life, he can choose whomever he wants to spend it with.”

Theo rolled her eyes at her friends typical response, always the one to repress her emotions, and that was saying something coming from her. “You’ve been practically attached at the hip since we moved here five years ago, (Y/N). It’s always you and Luke, never one with the other.”

“High school changes people,” (Y/N) spat out.

“I was over at (Y/N)’s the other day and she had all these weird flowers around her room,” Theo piped up one night at dinner.

Her words caught her mothers attention and veered the conversation to Theo. “Weird flower?”

Theo shrugged and grabbed the flower she stole sneakily from (Y/N) earlier that day and placed it on the table.

“You stole it?” Steve accused Theo, as he narrowed his eyes at his sister.

She rolled her eyes, “Chill, her room was practically filled with it, she won’t miss it.” For a couple of minutes no one said anything, Theo finding the flower on the table fun to fiddle with.

“That’s funny,” her mother finally spoke. “Yellow Hyacinths usually mean jealousy.”

“I wonder why (Y/N) has that all over her room,” Theo piped up, looking over to Luke who was now focused on the mashed potatoes on his plate. “I mean, with her love for flowers surely she knew what that meant.”

Olivia who saw what her daughter was doing slowly smiled and caught Hugh’s eyes as it crinkled with amusement. “I do wonder that.”

“Luke,” Theo called out at her brother who now accidentally clattered his fork on the plate loudly, causing Theo to roll her eyes. “You and (Y/N) are always together, is there some guy that she likes that isn’t spending time with her?”

He looked towards Nellie who usually had his back but tonight she uncharacteristically leaned away from him and shared a look with Steve on the other side of the table. He cleared his throat once, then twice, “I don’t think so.” Luke tried to capture anyone’s gazes to save him, but apparently everyone either thought that the tablecloth was too fascinating, or was unspokenly on Theo’s side. “At least she hasn’t told me anything. We haven’t been spending a lot of time together.”

Theo’s eyes widened and she hit her hand on the table excitedly then snapped her fingers, “That’s right! You’ve been hanging out with that new girl haven’t you? I mean I never see the two of you together anymore these days.”

“What does that have to do with me and Joey?” Luke bit out. “(Y/N) is my friend, she’s happy for me that I found someone!”

After she said those words, Theo’s demeanor completely changed and gone was the fake act she was putting up. “Maybe that’s why she hasn’t told you anything because you literally don’t spend time with your best friend and instead ditching her to play hooky with the new girl.” Theo snapped at her brother she was about to say more until she felt her father’s hand on her arm, squeezing it softly letting her know that she shouldn’t go too far.

Tension built up between the two siblings as they stared at each other, it was only broken when Steve asked, “So does (Y/N) like someone?”

Theo gave her brother an incredulous look, shaking her head, “I’m not sure. If he does poor guy should get his head into gear otherwise he might lose her forever,” Theo clicked her tongue then went back to her dinner like the past ten minutes just didn’t happen.

iii. the purple hyacinth; sorrow, please forgive me, i’m sorry

Luke paced back and forth at the back gate, he knew that her parents and siblings were gone for the weekend, gone for her brother’s football game and she was stuck at home because she had the flu.

He looked at the flowers in his hand that were shaking, he had to stop himself before the flowers lost all of its petal and he really didn’t want to hand his best friend a bouquet of stems.

“Oh my god, hurry up already!” He heard a voice yell over the fence, furrowing his brows he turned and saw Theo putting her hands up. “No one is getting younger, especially not me!”

Luke flipped off his sister and turned back around, he took a deep breath and let himself in. He hoped that (Y/N) didn’t think that he was an intruder and punched him. It was normal for them after all, to go to each other’s places without telling the other but given the last few weeks he wouldn’t be surprised if she ignored him and took back his right to come to her house.

Walking up the stairs he could hear the faint voice of Elle Woods, judging from what he just heard, Elle just arrived at Harvard. He smiled knowing that she was at least in good spirits, knowing that this movie always made her happy. Softly knocking on the door he heard her soft, ‘come in’.

“Hey,” Luke greeted, careful to make sure that the flowers were carefully hidden behind his back.

She gave him a small smile, reaching over to pause the movie, “Oh hey, Luke.” She patted the space next to her, “I didn’t think that I would see you here.”

His heart paused for a moment. Why would she think that? Every time either one of the was sick, the other was right there, next to them on the bed. Their parents would always throw a fit because the other would be sick the next week.

“I thought you would be with Joey, considering it’s the weekend,” (Y/N) reasoned out as he saw her friends confused look.

This time his heart didn’t pause, he swore his heart stopped beating as a sudden realization came over him. Did she really think that she would be second to someone else? A girl that he hasn’t even known for two weeks? Then his stomach dropped and his throat tightened as he realized that’s what he’s exactly been doing.

“You’re my first priority,” Luke sat down as he held her hand with his own. “You’ve always been my priority, that will never change.”

As her eyes felt too heavy, she looked around her room, her gaze falling on the now dying flowers inside the vase, the petals gathering around the base.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” Luke started. “I got caught up with things that weren’t important and I left the one person that means everything to me.” He pulled the flowers from behind his back and handed to her.

“Purple Hyacinth,” (Y/N) spoke as she held the flowers in her hand.

“I read that it meant ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘Please forgive me’. I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I need you to know that I am deeply sorry and that this will never happen again,” Luke blurted out. He continued saying his apologies, never seeing the small smile that adorned (Y/N)’s face, nor the way she smelt the flowers and the love filling her eyes. The only time he stopped was when she squeezed his hand.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Luke, we all do stupid things.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he commented as he took in the girl in front of him. Sick but still managing to emanate brightness and warmth.

“You really don’t, I mean no one deserves me, I’m fucking great,” she deadpanned. “Can you replace those flowers with these ones, please?” She pointed to the vase on her dresser and handed Luke the flowers.

He quickly did the task, eager to be near his best friend. Once done, he stood near her bed, only sitting when she patted the spot again.

“After this, we’re going to watch Clueless, okay?” She asked softly, her eyes feeling heavy as she leaned against Luke.

“Yeah,” Luke responded, glancing over to her. Her eyes were drooped down and her hand on top of his. “That’s okay.” It was at that moment that Luke knew that he could stay there forever with her.

iii (part two). pink roses; love and gratitude

The next week, when (Y/N) was feeling better, she was in high spirits as she stepped off the bus and quickly headed to her locker. Befuddled as she was greeted with Luke’s back instead of her locker.

“Luke?”

The boy in question  bumped his head on the locker and quickly turned around, hiding whatever it was behind his back.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, she looked at behind the boy in front of her, “To my locker exactly?”

“Nothing,” Luke fidgeted on the spot, looking everywhere but her eyes.

“Luke,” at her tone he looked up at her and pulled the rose from behind him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise that’s why I came here so early but then Theo ran late, so I had to run here and try to put it in your locker,” Luke blabbered as he handed her the flower quite forcefully. “I had everything planned out but…”

“A pink rose,” she muttered and brought it up to her nose to smell. “It’s lovely, Luke.” She walked forwards and hugged him tightly, “Thank you.” A quick peck on his cheek, she scooted back, her attention on the rose.

A warm flush danced across his face, his face turned down so she couldn’t see. “I have to go,” Luke said regretfully. “I’ll see you, later, okay? The benches near the tree?”

At her nod and smile, he started walking down the hallway a bounce in his step, and him feeling more confident than before. As Luke walked, he brought a hand where she kissed his cheek and felt another flush coming on. Unknowingly, Luke walked down the hallway a stupid, doped up smile on his face.

“What was that?” Shirley asked as she and her sisters watched her brother walk down the hallway.

“That was,” Nellie started, “Cute.”

At the same time she answered, so did Theo, “Disgusting.”

“I heard that you gave (Y/N) a pink rose today,” his mom spoke out as he placed his bag on the kitchen table.

Luke casted his eyes down and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. He suddenly found the frayed hem of his shirt fascinating and played with it instead of answering his mother.

“I think it’s lovely,” Olivia spoke softly. “Do you know what it means?”

“Gratitude for a friend,” Luke recited out, remembering the meaning from Nell’s book who borrowed it from (Y/N). He didn’t meet his mother’s eyes as he felt the other meaning bubbling up his throat. ”She deserves it, after all I put her through. I needed her to know that she’s my best friend, that hasn’t changed. It will never change.”

Olivia was quiet for a while and studied her son, “But it’s clear your feelings has. Do you know what the second meaning of that flower is, Luke?”

This time he looked at his mom, “Love.”

At her sons look, knowing the thoughts running through his head, she walked over to him and gave him a hug, stroking his hair softly much like she did when he was younger.

iv. the red tulip; declaration of love

Luke watched as his twin danced along the floor with her new husband. Just two hours before, he had to wipe away the tears when they both said their vows, his eyes continuously trying to find hers. Everytime their eyes met, she gave him a soft smile and turned her attention back to Nell and Arthur.

He watched as Arthur dipped down Nell, causing the woman to laugh, a smile appearing on his face. She deserved this, his sister was one of the best people that he knew and she deserved to be happy.

“They look so perfect together,” a voice broke him out of his thoughts and he looked to his right. “I swear to god I’ve cried more today than any other day.”

They both chuckled quietly but said nothing else, as they watched Nell and Arthur continue their first dance as husband and wife.

“You did a great job today,” Luke muttered as (Y/N) began to fiddle with her bouquet.  “The flowers looked gorgeous and everything else. How did you manage to do it?”

She gave him an amused smile, “I’m God, didn’t you know?”

He pushed her shoulder gently, eliciting a laugh from her. “I really don’t know. I don’t think I slept for the last five months to get everything done.”

“You outdone yourself, this is a wedding straight out of a storybook.”

“I want to give this to you,” (Y/N) spoke suddenly. Luke turned back his attention to her and watched as she pulled out one single red tulip from the bunch. “Tulips are usually associated with love, every single one of the colours have something to do with love.” She knew that she was rambling but she couldn’t stop the onslaught of words coming out of her mouth. She handed him the single flower gingerly. She gulped and forced herself to make eye contact with the man that has held her heart for twenty years.

“The red tulip symbolizes the declaration of love, true love, undying love. Legend has it that red tulips came to be when a Prince fell in love with a maiden and before he could declare his love for her, she died, so in sorrow he killed himself and with every drop of blood a red tulip came to be. There was another tale but the second one, the maiden didn’t reciprocate his love, and then he was overcome with grief that he killed himself,” when she finished her sentence, she realised that the story had nothing to do with what she was doing, and it actually brought a morbiD aura around them. “Fuck!”

“Okay,” she started again, frustrated. “I love you, Luke, I have for the longest time and it’s taking me this long because I’ve been too scared to admit what I feel for you. I’m not good with emotions and you know that, I convey them using flowers like a weirdo.” She licked her lips and smiled at him. “I love you and it’s cheesy that I’m confessing to you at a wedding but today I realised when Nell and Arthur were up there, there was only one person that I could see myself standing there with, you.

“I love you so much and that doesn’t scare me, it makes me so happy because I get to be in love with someone so wonderful and lovely as you,” she gave him another smile, and she knew that she looked like a loved up fool but she didn’t care. “So here I am, at a wedding, saying that I’m absolutely in love with my best friend and that I hope he loves me too.” She finished her speech with high hopes, her eyes shining under the moonlight.

Each passing moment that Luke just stood there and didn’t say anything to her, the hopes and the fire she had once was slowly dying. She could feel the happiness fading away, and the sorrow seeping in. Each moment was another stab at her already dying heart.

“Oh god,” she whispered, realisation hitting her finally. “What the fuck did I just do?” She looked at Luke who still hasn’t said anything, still holding the red tulip in her hand. She suddenly felt like the legendary Prince that felt the unreciprocated love. “I’m so sorry.” With that, she got up the bouquet falling on the floor, petals scattering everywhere and ran back inside.

iv (part two). the ambrosia flower -returned love 

She didn’t expect much, after all he was Luke and she was, well her. They may have been best friends but that didn’t mean that they would end up together like in the stories. She knew logically, that there was a 50% chance that he didn’t feel the same way and that she misread his signs. Though in her heart, that fact didn’t help the hurt spreading.  

Walking around her floral shop, she busied herself by humming and making more bouquets, subconsciously grabbing all the flowers that meant sorrow and sadness together. About two bouquets later, she heard the chime of the bell and sighed to herself, placing the half-made bouquet on the counter, she stood up and greeted the customer.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” (Y/N) greeted, then once taking into account on who it was, “Luke?”

“Uh hey,” he rubbed a nervous hand on his neck. “I thought you’d be here.”

She arched a brow, “You thought that I would be at work? It was a good guess, here I am.”

Luke chuckled quietly at her blunt humour and then took a couple of steps. “Listen…”

(Y/N) sighed and rolled her head, “Look, if you came here to tell me that you don’t feel the same way and you’re going to give me some nice speech to let me down, not to be rude but can you not?”

“(Y/N)...”

“Luke,” the way she spoke his name made him stop. “It’s okay, alright? I can’t force you how to feel about me and if you don’t reciprocate my feelings, then it’s okay.” She bit her lip and looked at her best friend standing there. “It hurts, I have to say but it’s going to pass, but I’m not going to make this big dramatic scene and I’m not going to move away or anything like that.”

He couldn’t help the laugh escape from his lips. She always did hate it when people did drastic things because they based their entire life on person and gambled it all away. She always made sure to point that out whenever they read a cheesy book, or watched a romantic comedy. Instead of crying at the big gestures, she rolled her eyes. That’s his girl.

“It’s good to know that you can laugh at my feelings, Luke. At least give a girl a couple of months before she’s laughing at her misery.”

He walked forwards to her, hugging her tightly, “You’re so stupid.” When she started sputtering and pushing him away, he pulled her closer and smiled. When he finally pulled away he was still grinning. “Here.” He pulled out a napkin and passed it to her.

“Luke, I know that we’re close and I professed my love for you and everything but that doesn’t give you the right to give me your used napkins.”

He smiled and just placed it in her hands, “Just fucking open it.”

She opened it with hesitation and instead of finding old ketchup stains on it, instead there was a hastily sketched, yet still beautiful flower in the middle.

“I didn’t immediately react because I was expecting to be the first to say that I love you and more than a friend way,” Luke started. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that to me because in my head, whenever I played out the scene you always rejected me, making me move across the world.” They both quietly chucked at his joke and he continued on.

“I was trying to find the perfect flower for you, to say that I love you because everything between us started because of a flower, you should have seen this spectacle that I was going to make, you would have loved it.” Another smile appeared on his face, “Then you, you gave me that fucking red tulip with the biggest smile and most hopeful eyes and you blew all that to pieces.” When she started to refute his comment, he quietly shushed her. “In a good way, that tulip is currently getting pressed by Shirley into a picture frame so I can preserve it forever.”

She gazed at the sketched flower in her hand and the man in front of her. Her words were jumbled in her mind and she tried so hard to find something to say, anything, but couldn’t.

Knowing that she was at lost for words, Luke continued. “I didn’t say anything because I was in shock but watching the look on your face from hopeful to despair killed me more than anything could ever had. I’m a fucking idiot for not chasing after you because I thought you needed space, and I’m a fucking idiot that I spent the next day instead of trying to find you, to try and find this flower and give it to you.”

“It is a hard flower to find,” she agreed. “Usually you would have to plant it yourself.”

“Now you fucking tell me,” they both shared a smile and it took everything in him not to kiss her right then. “Did I do the ambrosia flower justice then? I know that it’s not the real thing but if you want, I can plant it and we can wait and the moment that it blooms I can give it to you.”

She looked at the man in front of her, the man whom she gave her heart unknowingly twenty years ago and had her love returned all those times. Then she looked at the flower he had drawn that represented her love back and couldn’t help the tears in her eyes.

“It’s perfect, Luke,” she held the napkin in her hand and moved closer to him. “I love it,” she paused for a moment and looked at him. She could see it now, the love that he held for her in his eyes. “I love you.”

Luke let out a sigh of relief and then a chuckle, he pulled her closer, resting his hands on her hips, “I fucking love you so much.” Then he finally kissed her, after twenty years of knowing each other the two people who belonged with each other finally connected each others hearts.

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bUCKLE UP FUCKERS I THINK I’VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT A PROPER WAY TO FIX THE NARRATIVE THAT IS HEX’S ENTIRE ARC 

and to a lesser extent gwen’s owo

after several fucking years 

this gets really fucking long even for me 

Since this is all on this blog now and tumblr deleted a lot of shit I’ll break down my imagined arc for him really fast from os- to the beginning of ov especially cuz some of my followers deb haven’t seen ben 10 past the original series so here we go

i just really want all my concepts in one place so this might get a lil long ahhhh

Hex and Charmcaster used to live in ledgerdomain, Adwaita the turtle bitch with a flaming mana head attacks and Charmcaster’s dad and Hex’s bro is all like I’m gonna protect my fam so he sends Hex with a nine year old charmcaster to Earth and 

spoiler alert 

spellbinder fucking dies 

Hex is torn by this and spends the next several years of his life trying to find the power to defeat Adwaita, and even made a few failed attempts but survived Adwaita’s wrath. He eventually started to dive headfirst into some dark magic and it completely corrupts and changes him to the hex we see today, with grey skin and a giant ass tat on his face, don’t get me started on his eyes and his million other tattoos 

He runs into ben on his quest with power, ben, gwen and granpa max ruin his day a fuck ton and then charmcaster gets involved. Hex was not a good caretaker to her and as her vengance and rise to master magician...ism she betrays hex and yeets on out despite getting fucked again by the amazing tennysons 

The two have a heart to heart and live together again before Charmcaster and Gwen go fuck up Adwaita in the arc i can’t quite remember other than INFINITY BULLSHIT SOMETHING SOMETHING EVIL BAD GUY WHO KEEPS CHANGING INTO DIFFERENT FORMS SOMETHING SOMETHING ALIEN X 

Gwen chooses not to tell hex about his neice and he spends a lot of time failing to find her and falls into a depression for what I think was for at least a year before he discovers Friedkin University and it’s giant library, and it’s secret summoning circle 

so he does whatever he can to get a job there and gain full access to the library, which includes donating his entire collection of rare magical books to the library and he nails a job as a professor 

i yada yada’d over a lot of stuff and i feel bad but this is where we get into the nitty gritty so if you just wanted my summary then leave no w 

So instead of the episode starting with Hex and Gwen already knowing who the other is and it gets weird, we could have Gwen joining this professor’s class because she heard from a lot of people that his class was good and he knew a lot about his topic and of course Gwen being an Anodite/magic caster herself she enrolls in the class, with Hex using a fake last name like Castere 

i can’t remember what it used to be i’m sorry 

and the minute Gwen sits down to see the class  here come in hex and she is fucking shocked 

and hex probably saw the student list and he is looking hella smug knowing that she’s somewhere in his classroom 

and when he starts asking questions of course gwen answers and answers correctly  and tension builds in the room as they back and forth with his increasingly difficult questions and Gwen answering them perfectly, and the two are staring each other down 

and when hex asks his final question Charmcaster of all people is in his class and interrupts gwen and answers it 

and it throws the both of them off guard 

Hex has to pretend she’s a student and does the whole “Ah yes our Charming young student is correct” 

they go through that dialogue about the Staff of ages and Hex finishes class early, disappearing in a cloud of smoke  Gwen tries to chase down charmcaster but not yelling through the entire classroom to do it 

gwen in her secret lair with kevin use spells to check for... spells or mind control and find none yet are suspicious of the fact that both Charmcaster and Hex are there so 

they call ben and rook and the next few parts ensue 

the thing with helena sucks and i hate helena 

hex runs off and bumps into the team where he gets slammed into the nearest tree by a fucking alien turkey and he gets interrogated 

hex manages to talk his way out of Ben’s hold by saying he hasn’t done anything wrong and has no reason to detain him and of course hex is right because he’s done his time and has every right to be here 

he gets interrogated anyway and is asked about charmcaster and they go through the dialogue over charmcaster that hex goes hey i don’t know why she’s here but i’m glad she’s alive which the former he’s totally lying about 

Rook tells him about how she’s unstable yada yada yada hex leaves and they debate whether Hex is actually turning good or not and where their priorities should lie and they decide charmcaster because as they have no fucking clue where she is and what she’s doing 

we get to the honestly really good next few minutes of dialogue between hex and charmcaster

like the last bit of good writing before we see hex get turned into a fucking totem so she can use his library to find the staff 

gwen drop kicks charmcaster and a fight ensues, where she discovers charmcaster turned hex into a totem and gwen, being the hero she is, tries to steal hex back with her

does she trust him? No 

but he does he deserve to be turned into a totem to be used for whatever plan charmcaster has for him? also no 

they mange to kick charmaster out through the library but charmcaster manages to grab the totem from gwen before she gets sucked away into where ever Gwen sent her to 

and at least then GWEN GETTING THE FUCKING LIBRARY WOULD AT LEAST MAKE MORE SENSE I MEAN COME ON but instead of it being her responsibility to the library its her responsibility to try and get it back to its original owner where she is starting to think maybe he was actually trying to become a good person  

three??? several??? a lot of months pass and hex spends a lot of time with Darkstar the bitch and Adwaita the jackass 

we can all assume hex tried to strangle adwaita at least once without success 

ANYWAY 

we start the ep with kevin moping about his magic stolen car that i forgot to mention but its not important and gwen is spending her time in the beginning of the ep researching how to get hex back because he deserves to be free man 

ANYWAY THAT GOT MESSY  GWEN LOOKS FOR THE CAR, FINDS IT AND OH NOOOO IT’S A FUCKING TRAP AND SHE GETS TURNED INTO A TOTEM AND ZIP BAG TIME 

where she encounters all her enemies and at least she has more reason to try and zap hex because well he still might be evil and he is way too damn close and oh nope we got no powers 

shenanigans ensue and while in the bag  hex and gwen get to talking because honestly are either one of them going to talk to darkstar or adwatia and she soon gets to learn about Hex’s real motives behind going to Freidkin and then finally they decide, hey maybe if we work together we can get out 

and they come up with the idea of a trap when charmcaster sticks her hand in the bag to get the charm 

and THEY WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT OF THE BAG 

bonding ensues and it begins the start of a uh 

teacher student relationship???  at least not evil magic man vs smart kickass anodite girl 

is all of this perfect???? probably not but  its better than what the show gave us hopefully 

also we don’t talk about that one weird romance ep with ben other than hex and charmcaster were literally 10 feet away from each other and should at least have gotten a drama shot between them but whatever who am I to judge the writing of omniverse other than the entire essay i wrote here 

[riverdaleroundup]

Riverdale Roundup: 2x18 “ A Night To Remember”

Okay so I love musicals, but full disclosure i’ve never seen Carrie the musical, i’ve never seen Carrie. I like to sleep at night so I haven’t read any Stephen King novels. I never saw the original movie and the remake starred Chloe Grace Moretz and she’s just not my cup of tea. She couldn’t hold onto Brooklyn Beckham or my attention. I know the basics. They dump blood on the girl at prom and she burns down the school with her super natural powers. I read the wikipedia page on the movie so I am never well informed.

I appreciate all the singing right off the bat.  The whole fake documentary style isn’t exactly my vibe. I get it. They needed to keep Jughead involved. Cole Sprouse doesn’t like to sing or dance because Disney Channel probably trapped him in a room somewhere and tried to get him to record songs with names like “ Dance it Out” or “ Get that Girl”.

There is tension going on all over the place. Tension between Betty and Veronica, Archie and Jughead, Cheryl and Joise, Betty and her Mom.  Chuck and everyone.  Chuck just wants to show off his dance moves and prove that he’s no longer a fuck boy. He’s changed!

Jughead is like “ wtf Archie are you flirting with my gf while i’m like right here?” but Archie just wants Betty to be nice to Veronica. Betty doesn’t associate with liars even though she lies like all the time and she’s real good at it.

Okay so Cheryl almost got hit by a sandbag and then Kevin got a letter from the black hood being like “ Cut Cheryl from the show or like ima get you”

Alright so who sent this? Could it be Josie getting back at Cheryl for sending her a pigs heart? That seems like a stretch. Honestly it’s probs the real black hood. He’s not dead. He’s hiding in a cave somewhere plotting his time.

Archie has to keep the car his sugar daddy gave him at his girlfriends house so that his real daddy doesn’t know that he’s been bought.

Betty and Jughead who have been thirsting for a good mystery since no one has been murdered in the past three weeks are ready to dive into figuring out who sent this letter.

They target Ethel first because she was “ born to play Carrie” and Ethel gets uber defensive and is like “ i’m not violent! I would never hurt anyone for my own gain!” despite the fact that she straight up covered Veronica in a strawberry milkshake maybe three days ago. I mean she didn’t punch her in the face but that wasn’t exactly a solve your problems with words type of reaction.

There is MAD tension between FP and Alice. FP is playing hard to get and Alice might have thought that was cute when they were 15 but she’s a grown ass lady now with an extensive wardrobe and she will not put up with this bullshit.

Cheryl and Josie sing a song about friendship and Josie forgives her for being a grade A psycho.

The Lodges are trying to bring down Freds campaign and they are clearly going to use Archie to do it. Hiram is going to skip on down to the Andrews house and be like “ Your son calls me Daddy now.”

The 70’s hair and outfits are pretty iconic.

Veronica sings about being a mean girl and Betty is finding the whole thing way too meta. Also casual  how this public high school allows for the choreography to include Veronica giving Chuck a very casual lapdance.

Betty calls Veronica out in front of everyone and Archie is like “ Betty you don’t get it. Veronica isn’t mean you’re mean.”

Archie and Betty sing their love ballad and Betty goes to apologize to Veronica. It turns into a love ballad between Betty and Veronica. The fangirls are going crazy. This is like their fanfiction come to life on the screen.  

Fred is building the sets but Hiram is the producer so really who’s the top dog? Fred plays it off like he isn’t pissed that Hiram bought Archie a car but in real life he’d like to take that drill and do some burr holes Izzie stevens style, sans anesthesia. Fred wanted to build a car with Archie. What is it with Riverdale that everyone builds cars with their dads?

Alice has issues with men. FP rejects her so she goes crawling to Chic who won’t return her calls. It’s yikes.

Kevin gets another letter about re casting Cheryl. Cheryl is like “It’s fine fam. I’m going to do it anyway. I’m a bad bitch. You can’t kill me.”

Penelope is like “ look bitch. I hate you. You aren’t doing the play.”

Cheryl needs to pull a Nathan Scott and get emancipated. She’s got money. Get Nana Rose and a lovely little apartment.

Ethel is so pumped that Cheryl is out of the show but Kevin pulls Midge out of his asshole and presents her as the understudy.

Cheryl and Toni share a moment talking about all the whack things that Cheryl did and yet it’s supposed to be like cute? Like wouldn’t it be a good thing that Cheryl is no longer the same person who burned down her house?

Life imitates art a little too much for Alice and she starts singing straight to Betty. Alice just wants to keep Betty close. Everybody else keeps dipping on her. Polly took her Kardashian named children and ran away to California, Hal is a total loser but he bailed too, Chic is gone but honestly Alice that isn’t a loss. Betty wants to help her mom and honestly I think she should get her a nice lap dog. That will keep her good company and it won’t run away to San Francisco.

Archie returns the car that Hiram got him because he can not be bought. He can only be rented.

Alice and Betty have opening night jitters so they can’t enjoy their lovely family meal.

Hal stops in with some superstore flowers in an attempt to woo his way back into the house. I told you to get her a puppy Betty! Not a person.

Alice makes Betty leave so she can talk to Hal and I thought that she was going to be like  “ I slept with FP” but instead she’s like Chic isn’t your son.  I mean if she doesn’t want to keep secrets she should tell Hal that someone died right where he’s sitting like a month earlier.

Archie got the world oldest car to fix up. Fred was on the verge of bankruptcy approx 4 days ago so in what world will they be able to afford all these rare parts?

Cheryl gets some blood from the butcher and goes full horror movie on her mother. She’s ready to burn down thistle house. Oh my god she just said she’s going to get emancipated. She listens to me. She takes my advice. She upped it and wants to keep the house. Honestly she deserves it. She and her nana can live out their lives without the extra weight.  I mean isn’t the house Nana Roses? Penelope got Thorne Hill right?

FP turns up to see the show to find that he’s too late and Alice has fallen back into the arms of her no good rotten husband.

Is Midge cheating on Moose with that Hanks guy or whatever the hell his name is?

Jughead finds the cut up magazines in Ethel's dressing room and if it really was her that cut up the letter she is a really shitty criminal. But calm down guys! It’s for her vision board!

Chuck and the gang are having a lovely heartfelt moment and then her creepy brother shows up. Now everybody is uncomfortable. He’s a ruiner.

Those sets that Fred built are lovely. The sets our schools shitty musical had general consisted on just some risers and projected pictures.

Oh my god. Shut the fuck up. Is Midge dead? We all knew the black hood wasn’t dead. Moose saved her from death the first time but BH is back for revenge.  Plus now she’s a philanderer so she had it coming x2.

Anyway, that’s what you missed on glee

[apartofthelosersclub]

Answer the questions below and tag some blogs to do the same!

I was tagged by @richierichandthelosers, thank you love!!

GENERAL:

How many people on Tumblr do you know in real life? 2, one from school and @creativitymouth, she’s my love. 

Do you want to change your name? Nope, because I have a middle name that I can use instead of my first name so, no change. 

What time did you wake up this morning? At 5 but then I went back to bed and woke up at 6:45am

What were you doing last night? Homework for ALC, Algebra, Physics, and Personal Finance.  

Is there something you can’t wait for? Spring break, summer, possibly some time so that I can write chapter 2 of Tricksters 

What’s getting on your nerves right now? The homework I have because I missed all of last week, and a research proposal. 

Do you have a crush on someone? Yes, not that they’ll ever like me but yeah.

What do you like about yourself? I like my eyes and the funny meme like faces I pull when my friends take pictures of me.

WANTS:

Kids: Maybe 2 or 3. Maybe. 

Get married: When I’m financially secure, maybe not even then.

Career: Forensic Scientist, I will most like branch out into the fields of Ballistics, Pathology, Linguistics, and Toxicology, 

LASTS:

Last drink: Water

Last meal: Apples with cookies

Last phone call: My mother

Last text message: With my love @creativitymouth

Last song listened to: Crown by Camilla Cabello 

Last time you cried: It was a request that @beepbeeprichiellc wrote and I can’t remember which one it was but, it made me cry and I was okay with that. 

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend? Yes, I’ve made a lot of new friends who I love dearly

Met someone who changed you? Nope, I haven’t changed a bit

Found out who your true friends were? I’ve never fucked with fake bitches so nope

Found out someone was talking about you? 

NOW:

Eating: Nothing, Im full as hell

Drinking: Water

Listening: Cruel Summer by Bananarama 

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes? Eyes

Hugs or kisses? Kisses

Nose kisses or neck kisses? Neck kisses

Shorter or taller? Taller

Older or younger? Older

Hook up or relationship? Relationship

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: No

Drank liquor: Yes

Lost glasses/contacts: Yes

Sex on first date: Nope

Broken someone’s heart: Yes

Been arrested: Not yet 

Turned someone down: Yes

Developed a crush on a friend: Yep 

Dated someone twice? Nope

Been cheated on? Thankfully, no

Kissed someone and regretted it? Never kissed anyone

Lost someone special? Yeah and it sucks

Been drunk and thrown up? Yep 

Talked to someone with the same name as you? Yeah, didn’t like her. She was really mean and stuck up. 

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: Kinda but no

Miracles: It depends

Love at first sight: I want to say yes but its not really love, its more infatuation

Heaven: Yes

Santa: Nah fam

Witchcraft: Yeah

Im tagging @creativitymouth, @highscore-madmax, @beepbeeprichiellc, @dedeimagines, @sunflowerstozier, @mikoalabearwrites, @reddie-to-go, @asthmaticeddie (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 27.08.17 lb

plain text version here.

let’s do this shit! 

ok the start to this ep feels so... random and disjointed from the end of the last... like... is this the same day as the shaadi nonsense? is it not? how many days/months/years have passed? who knows, not me. 😕😕😕

before shit goes down, can i just take the moment to say, goddamn, my girl looks sooooooooooooo good. 😍😍😍 i’m glad her hair’s back in the waves. i prefer it to the poker straight hair. plus the outfit. simple, clean lines. what a goshdarn babe. light of my life. my sun my moon all my stars. 😌😌😌

... ohhhhhh boy. i don’t think i’m ready for this jelly. (coz my body too bootylicious for ya babe! 🍑🍑🍑)

is he for real though, or just faking to make her spill it? 🤔🤔🤔

oh no is he gonna think she left him coz he doesn’t have NKK anymore? 😬😬😬

he’s faking. he’s so fakingggg. he just remembers that ONE sentence she said and is using it to get it outta her.🙄🙄🙄

billu ke dimaag ke paiyyyen ghooooooom rahein haiiiii, trying to piece together these little tidbits she’s dropping. 🎡🎡🎡

ugh. emotional moment ke beech mein 2 second ka romance ghusa diya, my heart is so confuseddddddddd. 😖😖😖

anika be like OH BETE KI KAHIN PAPPU BANAAKE TOH NAHI CHALE GAYE MUJHE. 😯😯😯

sudden change to chirpy, cheery gauri. i can’t keep up with the sudden change in tone of scenes without suffering whiplash. 😕😕😕

wtf even is om doing in the bg? 😟😟😟

sudden change in mooood in my baby bulbul’s mood. aw noooo. 😥😥😥

YEH PAKDAAAAAAA. HAWAAA CHALIIIIII. YASSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING YAAAAAAAAS!!!! 😀😀😀

THIS SONG. *WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS* ALL THE FEELZ. 😭😭😭

ok “pyaar” is a little too much and all, but the lyrics TU KI JAANE PYAAR MERA + THIS FACE. *sobbing for all eternity* 😭😭😭😭😭😭

what’s with this dude and her shoulder? this is a very strange fetish, bro. 😕😕😕

ok but over there your brother and bhaabi are into knifeplay, so this is relatively harmless. carry on. 😌😌😌

BUT ALSO FUCKING GOOSEBUMPS OMG THE FUCK I AM BOTH 😥😥😥 CRYING 😥😥😥 AND HAVING 😏😏😏 THARKI THOUGHTS 😏😏😏 AND OH MY GOD WHAT EVEN IS HAPPENING TO ME I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS TODAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

also i can hear maisu’s @vishwaspur​ head 💥exploding💥 at all the close ups of kunal’s hands all the way from here. 🙃🙃🙃

ok i know nothing of this jal jal ke dhuan sequence, but damn it looks fucking hot in any flashbacks they show in ib. i don’t think i’ll watch the actual scene, just to preserve the hotness in my mind. 😙😙😙

VE BADA PACHTAIYYAAAAN ANKHAAN NAAAL TERE JODKEEEEE *weeps* 

i always lose it at this part of this song anyway, but coupled with these visuals, hahahaha fuck meeeeee 😭😭😭😭😭😭

jfc why can i not stop cryinggggggggg 😪😪😪😪

oh this is why: 

LOOK AT THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER OH MY GOD I CAN’T EVEN 

“KUCH NAHI”?!?!?!?! OMFG OMKARA, DO NOT MAKE ME COME IN THERE AND FUCKING KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS. DON’T TEST ME BOY. I’LL DO IT. I’LL FUCKING DO IT. 😤😤😤😡😡😡

her disappointmenttttttttt. oh my god, my heart. i can’t bear it. 😫😫😫

SIRF BAHU™. SISTER OF SIRF ANIKA™. THE SIRF SISTERS™. 👯🏽👯🏽👯🏽

the fuckkkkkkkkkkk, om? i thought you were the emotionally intelligent one among the three idiots. god. you’re just as bad as those other two. 😒😒😒

literally don’t give a rat’s ass about ruvya as a couple. fwding. 

where’s he going now? abhi abhi toh lauta hai germany se. (germany said in this accent. please know i ALWAYS say “germany” like this. 😆😆😆)

ok i’ve now said the word germany too many times and it makes no sense to me. germany. 🤔🤔🤔

the editing of this episode is hella weird man. why would they put this scene now; like, she literally just walked away mad at him and now she’s back and like lemme unpack for you. what nonsense. 😒😒😒

lmao her startled face at him throwing things around. 😂😂😂

omki shomkiiiiiiiii, did you bring the wifeyyy something back from GERRRRRRRMANY? is that why you’re acting weeeeeeeeird? 😏😏😏

HAHAHA CALLED IT. WHAT AN AWKWARD AARDVARK. CUTIE PATOOTIEEEEEEE. 😚😚😚

did he take the mor pankh with him FROM here, or did he pluck a german mor ka pankh? 🤔🤔🤔

germany mein mor hai bhi ya nahi? 🤔🤔🤔 (calling @nawaazishein​ to confirm or deny.) 

LOL “MERE LIYE” YOU IDIOT JUST GIVE IT TO HER 😂😂😂

“THIS IS THE NEW ME”

yeah, this one is definitelyyyyyyyyyy shivaay’s brother. same weirdness and tadi-fueled stupidity. 🙄🙄🙄

LMAOOOOOOOO OM YOU IDIOT I LOVE YOU 🤣🤣🤣

RUDRA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

omfg rudra imitating his lameness hahahaha 😂😂😂

I LIVE FOR RUDRA TAKING THE PISS OUTTA OMKI 😆😆😆

rudra ki vishesh tippani: you look like a goddamn fool, please just give chulbul bhaabi the stole already. 😋😋😋

i love it. this is why he gets the ladies. he smart in this one dept. 😊😊😊

damn, ragini looking FAAIIIINE 😘😘😘

ohhhh boy. she wants to MURDER anika. 😬😬😬

OMFG SHE HAS A SHIVAAY BEDSPREAD. JFC GIRL. LIKE I KNEW YOU WERE CRAZY BUT NOT THIS CRAZY. 

lucky for you.....

also, 10 bucks says one of gul/neet took that thing home once they were done shooting with it, considering how much they stan for nakuul. 🙈🙈🙈

“maarna wahin chahiye jahaan par sab se zyaada dard ho, aur main bohut achche se jaanti hoon shivaay ko sabse zyaada dard kahaan hoga.” 

sooooooo... she’s going to mess up his hair? 😕😕😕😗😗😗

lmao i am lovinggggg vikram’s exasperation and defeated confusion. 😆😆😆

btw, finally found the actor’s name, for those interested: danish pandor. unfortunately, he’s not big on social media, so get your jollies by taadofying at him here. 

sooooooooo.... vikram, who wanted anika enough to marry her even without her consent, is perfectly ok with this plan of killing(?) her? 🤔🤔🤔 like....??????? what even is this dude’s deal? he seems perfectly sane and sorted but i dont get his motives re: anika. 😕😕😕

omki’s cryyyyying? whyyyy??? is it coz he’s a loser who can’t summon the guts to tell his wife the words “i am sorry”? 😐😐😐

“kaunsa sach?” 

coz at this point everyone is hiding so many things from each other than it’s hard to fucking keep track anymore 😗😗😗

bruh, does this fucker know or not, or is he just going around faking everyone out and getting them to drop him enough breadcrumbs 😒😒😒

lmaooooo rudra is exhausted solving everyone’s issues. 😆😆😆

bhavya’s in A Mood™ 😬😬😬

ok... fuck this sultan nonsense all over again. fwding. 😒😒😒

YEAHH THIS FOOL DON’T KNOW SHIT. HE’S JUST FAKING. 😑😑😑

oh shit, rudra. god, he’s going to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. he’s going to vomit out everythingggggggg. 😧😧😧

LMAOOOOOOOOOO I KNEW ITTTTTT. I KNEW HE WAS FAKING. I CAN’T BELIEVE THESE PPL ARE FALLING FOR IT. FOR FUCKS SAKE, DON’T YOU KNOW THIS GUY AND HOW HE WORKS AT ALLLLLLLLLL? 😂😂😂

aaaaaaaaaaand, there it is. is ladke ke pet mein kuchhhhhhhhh nahi rehta. 😣😣😣

omki is desperately babbling. it’s hard to watch him, the most sorted one, like this. *pats his floofy hair* 😞😞😞

my boyyyyyyyyssssssssssssss. *weeeeps* 😭😭😭😭

time to dramatically ponder in the dark. 🙄🙄🙄

dang, look how much nakuul’s hair grown in two months. 😯😯😯

ok really don’t care about this jhanvi plot today. give me mainland madness. 

yesssss pinky’s here. DRAAAAAAMA TIMEEE. 🙃🙃🙃

LMAO DADI DO YOU NOT KNOW PINKY AT ALL? AT ALL??????? 😣😣😣

enough foreshadowinnnnnnnnggggggg. GIVE ME THE FUCKING GOODS. 😫😫😫

damn kaveri darling is even kinkier than svetlana. 😯😯😯😏😏😏

jhanvi just bustin in there like... ok mainu kiiii. fwding to get to the real fucking drama. awaiii mera sunday barbad mat kariyo. 😒😒😒

ok. full fam gathered. vakeel bhi aaya hua hai. AB DANGAL HOGA. mwahaha. 😆😆😆

yiiiiiiiiiiikes, the SSO waali danger look he gave the lawyer at being questioned. 😬😬😬

ok i know what’s coming. he’s gonna give it all to anika. and that’s gonna provoke pinky into fucking loooooosing it. 😗😗😗

YUPPPPPPPP. 😐😐😐

lmao everyone’s faces: 

"UM, THE FUCK?”

“.... um, i understood one of those three words. what’s an e-cutie? am i the e-cutie?”

“wait, what about us? we’re putting up with those two and their daily chutiyapa for NOTHING?”

“yeh roz roz ka drama mujhse jhela nahi jaata. dadaji oberoi, mujhe apne paas bula lo.”

“🎵  aankh ladaake tune maara! tin-tidin-tin-tin-tin-tin-ting! ghayal ho gaya dil bechaa... 🎶  wait, what was that? it seemed important. shit, i should have paid attention. oh well. it’s not like anyone here wants my opinion anyway. 🎵 SUNA HAI TERE CHAAHNE WAALE... TIN-TINDIN-TIN...🎶 ”

food for thought for me tonight: how much am i willing to tolerate from an asshole like shivaay if it means he will eventually transfer all his assets in my name? like... is one gajilliontrillion bucks enough for year’s worth of mental torture? like, i’m suffering through life right now FOR FREE, which seems like a pretty unfair bargain. if he gets too annoying, i can just take the money and then gone girl his ass. hmmmm. note to self: make a pros/cons list to evaluate comprehensively. 🤔🤔🤔

pinky is fucking frothing at the mouth hearing shivaay’s soft and gentle voice baandhofying taareefon ke pull for anika. 😬😬😬

anika at this point: i would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one I have never asked to be a part of, since i met you hellspawned fuckers on a dark and godless day. 🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽

ok the way she’s jabbing shivvay in the chest looks painful. he’s got a heart issue, woman. plus he’s been shot in the chest. please stop. 😖😖😖

yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. so she just wants the money? damn pinky, that’s cold. even for you that’s cold. 😥😥😥

WAIT WHAT?!?!!?!? 😯😯😯😟😟😟

HOLY SHIT. ALL THAT FOR FUCKING NOTHING. THIS STUPID FUCKER ISN’T NAJAAYAZ AFTER ALL?!?!??!?? THE FUCKKKKKKKKKK 😧😧😧

BUT.... WHAT ABOUT MAHI? HOW EVEN??????? THE DNA TEST SAID THEY WERE BROTHERS. SO MAHI IS A BONAFIDE OBEROI WHO’S PINKY’S SON TOO???? LIKE, I REALLY DON’T CARE ABOUT SHIVAAY COZ A CAT WILL ALWAYS FALL ON ITS FOURS WHAT ABOUT MY SON MAHI?????? TELL ME ABOUT MAHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *SCREAMING* 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

OMG WHAT THE FUCK FAKE!TEJLANA LITERALLY NOONE CARES ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW GTFO MY SCREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😡😡😡😡

yikes. “mrs. pinky singh oberoi” 😬😬😬😬

ladka haath se nikal gaya hai. say bye bye bye to your laadla beta, mataji. 👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽

[shakingjester]

tag

i was tagged by jill @santa-gayy (ty!!!) rules: answer these 82 questions and tag 20 people (lmao no thanks)

last: 1. drink? pink lemonade 2. phone call? my mom 3. text message? hank 4. song you listened to? one day robots will cry - cobra starship 5. time you cried? today bc i hit a pole while trying to drive

have you ever: 6. dated someone twice? fam i haven’t even dated someone once 7. kissed someone and regretted it? haven’t kissed anyone so 8. been cheated on? lmao see 6 and take a guess 9. lost someone special? no 10. gotten drunk and thrown up? Listen the only alcohol i ever had was for communion in second grade

favorite colors: 11. navy 12. mint 13. cerulean

in the last year have you 14. made new friends? hell yeah and they’re lit 15. fallen out of love? i Thought i did but uh i played myself. but i wouldn’t really call it love 16. laughed until you cried? yeah 17. found out someone was talking about you? i dont think so 18. met someone who changed you? sorta? 19. found out who your friends are? eh not really? it’s not like i realized anyone was a Fake Friend 20. kissed someone on your facebook friend list? i have not kissed Anyone

general: 21. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? all of them 22. do you have any pets? yes! my dog, dina 23. do you want to change your name? eh not really 24. what did you do for your last birthday? have a sleepover w/ an ex-friend who hates me now :/ 25. what time did you wake up? around 9:30 26. what were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping 27. name something you can’t wait for? …quitting marching band so i’ll have time for other things i enjoy. something happening sooner would be english and german class tomorrow. those classes make me actually look forward to school 28. when was the last time you saw your mom? ten minutes ago? i’m a minor i still live at home 29. what are you listening to? currently, the double dare album from waterparks 30. have you ever talked to a person named tom? not that i can remember 31. something that is getting on your nerves? marching band practice 3 times a week when there’s stuff i’d rather be doing 32. most visited website? no clue 33. hair color? blonde 34. long or short hair? long-ish? it’s a bit past my shoulders? 35. do you have a crush on someone? oh boy i wish i didn’t 36. what do you like about yourself? good question 37. piercings? no but my friends are trying to get me to pierce my ears 38. blood type? who knows 39. nickname? i dont think i have one? 40. relationship status? single 41. zodiac? libra 42. pronouns? she/her 43. favorite tv show? i haven’t watched a lot of tv recently. i guess parks & rec, the office, fargo, and american gods (i listed multiple but whatever ya know?) 44. tattoos? not yet 45. right or left handed? right 46. surgery? i don’t think so 47. sport? marching band 48. vacation? i wanna go to europe and nyc Real Bad 49. pair of trainers? i have some tennis shoes that idk the brand of and some year old converse 50. eating? i was eating sons pringles 51. drinking? apple juice 52. i’m about to: work on my german blitzkarten 53. waiting for? marching season to end (yeet if anyone in that band finds my blog i’m over) 54. want? stealing jill’s idea but gc revival 55. get married? idk man maybe later in life 56. career? i wanna be a clinical psychologist or actress but who knows 57. hugs or kisses? both are good. love to receive them one day 58. lips or eyes? both fuc 59. shorter or taller? idgaf about height 60. older or younger? hey yeah why’s this important 61. nice arms or nice stomach? arms 62. hook up or relationship? i’m like 5 years old leave me alone 63. troublemaker or hesitant? personally? i’m hesitant

have you ever 64. kissed a stranger? no 65. drank hard liquor? nope 66. lost glasses or contacts? not yet 67. turned someone down? see, to do this, someone would have to ask me out 68. had sex in the first date? to do this i’d have to go on a date 69. broken someone’s heart? i…hope not? 70. had your heart broken? no 71. been arrested? nah fam 72. cried when someone died? FUCK i was at hank’s house when carrie fisher died and i ALMOST cried but was like “no gotta hold myself together” so uh short answer - almost 73. fallen for a friend? for like two minutes one time. got over that bs real quick tho

do you believe in? 74. yourself? to an extent i guess 75. miracles? eh it’s just luck 76. love at first sight? not full out “love” but like a crush at first sight maybe 77. santa? no 78. kiss on the first date? sure 79. angels? no

other: 80. current best friend’s name: i don’t have One Friend who ranks above all the others i love most all of my friends equally 81. eye color: blue-ish 82. favorite movie: OH BOY there are a solid amount. i guess dead poets society is currently #1 tho

no clue who to tag so if you’re reading this please do it! & tag me so i can see it!

[nervesbaddington]

Life and Lyric

This won't be easy to share and it could potentially get somewhat longwinded but whatever.  I just feel like I gotta do it so please bear with me ok thanks 😏

Many of you know that I've recently experienced significant growth in the relationship with my daughter. Some of you probably didn't even know I had a daughter because for a long time it's been a very sensitive subject for me to talk about due to seriously complicated and unfortunate circumstances.

Anyway, I do. I do have a daughter and her name is Lyric. She was born in Denver while I was living on the run (2005-2010) trying to avoid a ridiculous prison sentence for a ridiculous "crime" because Alabama's ridiculous laws regarding marijuana suggest I'm a hardened criminal that belongs in a cage. You probably know someone in prison for weed too, huh? Yeah. Ridiculous right?

So Lyric was born in 2008 and I was a stay-at-home-dad/starving artist (making music, touring, etc.) for the first 18 months of her life. She was a stereotypical "daddy's girl" in every aspect of the phrase but I'll stop gloating...for now. 😉

She was a year and a half old when the US Marshals kicked in the door to haul me back to Alabama to "pay my debt to society". The image of her standing up in her crib, hysterically crying, tears streaming down her cute baby face as they walked me past her bedroom in handcuffs is burned into my memory for eternity. It was brutally painful. To make it worse, they were in full on bully-mode and wouldn't even let me say goodbye. In fact, I could still hear her screaming from the police car out front.

Fast forward to about 6 months into the 42 month bid of being held captive in the Alabama Department of Corrections. To when the letters stopped coming in. To when the phone calls stopped being answered. To when Lyric's mom decided to go above and beyond in attempt to delete me from Lyric's life like I was some vague, poorly worded Facebook post made at 3:30am after polishing off a fifth of vodka. Her goal was to delete me like I never existed. Obviously, there was very little I could do about...well, anything. Especially from behind that razor wire fence. One of the first survival tactics you inevitably learn while doing time is accepting that you can't control what happens on the outside from the inside. I know it sounds like common sense but trust me, it's supremely harder than it sounds.

So as if I had a choice...I accepted it. Everything. Her mom moved on and I did my time. Luckily, Lyric's grandmother kept in touch a bit and I was able to send letters to Lyric through her. Clearly, Lyric was way too young to process any of what was going on, much less read a letter, but relentlessly I drew pictures for her, wrote her letters and thought about her constantly.

The year 2013 finally rolled around and apparently ADOC deemed me "rehabilitated" enough to be set free (re: sarcasm). To little to no surprise, just like all the OG convicts predicted, I heard from Lyric's mom literally the same week I was scheduled to be released (According to the OG's unwritten universal law; freeworld relationships can't last while your significant other is doing time). She had contacted my family and somehow they coordinated a trip from CO to AL for my release date. They were even at the prison to greet me as I walked through the back gate. One of the most surreal days of my life. I got to spend the first week as a free man with my, now 4 yr old, Lyric. It was genuinely like we never missed a beat but instead picked up right where we left off...except without all the hysterical crying (only the happy crying).

When they flew back to Denver I had hopes of transferring my probation to Colorado so I could continue being a father to Lyric and start making up for everything I'd missed during my state-sponsored vacation. Those plans came to a screeching halt when I learned about all the ridiculous (yes, THAT word again) stipulations of making that happen. I either A) needed to have immediate family living in Denver or B) needed to be married to someone living in Denver.

I know what you're thinking...having a child is considered "immediate family" right? Well here's the shittiest of all shitty things about this unfortunate situation:  I was literally a fugitive from justice when Lyric was born and, as a measure of caution, did not put my name on her birth certificate. I know, I know. It's fucking awful but that's what happened. **Side note:  I did, however, fill out the proper paperwork while in prison to be added but for some brilliant reason her mom never filed it and subsequently fail off the face of the earth.

I kept trying to figure out ways to be in Lyric's life. Marrying her mom was never an option and I'll spare you the details of why and just say that our relationship was an unhealthy spiral of doom and regret and the absolute last thing Lyric needed in her life. For the record, I don't subscribe to the philosophy of "staying together for the kids". That's a bullshit philosophy. But I still kept trying to figure it out. I even tried to get "fake married" to a longtime  Denver homegirl just so I could move there to be close to Lyric. While that would've been understandable and totally worth it, I just couldn't go through with it. Just didn't feel right and I needed to get my life in order before I started making desperate decisions like that. Then Nerves Baddington was born and the rest is pretty much history.

After multiple fallouts with Lyric's mom which included false accusations of sending her "fake money orders" among other irrationally immature arguments, I found myself resorting back to that ol' prison survival tactic of accepting the fact that I can't control some things...only now I'm on the OUTSIDE but still (up until now) have felt circumstantially powerless as they hold my lack of LEGAL fatherly rights over my head as some sort of twisted torture device.

I've seen Lyric exactly twice in the 4+ years I've been home. Once in Birmingham and once in Denver and both times at least 4 years ago. A third attempt was made, in April of 2014, when my ever-so-rad and wonderful girlfriend Melanie and I drove all day and night to Denver just to be denied a simple visit with my Lyric. It crushed me. No words can describe the pain of being denied seeing your daughter after driving 24 hours straight. I felt like I had no choice but to give up until the universe (or whatever) grants me with an opportunity to go through the proper legal channels to access my fatherly rights. The time is now and I feel I need to strike while the proverbial iron is hot, so to speak. Obviously this is not going to be easy or inexpensive. I'm going to have to hire lawyers that practice law in Colorado. There will be much travel cost and tests and paperwork and...you name it. But it's all possible and could actually become feasible with a little love and assistance from friends and family.

I spoke with Lyric for the first time in over a year on Father's Day '17. Sincerely the best Father's Day I've ever had since joining The Club. My birthday falls around Father's Day every year and my dad passed away in 2003. Without fail since 2010 each year around this time my brain automatically goes into a very dark place. Not this year though. This has been the happiest week since...as long as I can remember and I can't help but think my dad would be just as excited as I am.

As happy as I am about this newly-fast-developing relationship with my amazing, now 8 yr old, Lyric, I also can't help but be genuinely concerned about her living situation. Since her mom has been the one keeping her from me, it wasn't until her recently "hitting bottom" and disappearing for a few weeks that Lyric actually mustered the courage and ability to find a way to contact me. I've talked to Lyric's grandmother, whose sister (Lyric's great aunt), passed away the same week her daughter had a meltdown and vanished. Apparently CPS has been involved for some time now but I honestly don't know a lot of details as to why or what's going on. Lyric is currently living with her grandmother and is seemingly in good spirits although she's a bit devastated about the whole thing. She wants to come to Birmingham but they (Lyric's mom/grandmother) have been very vocal about how that'd never be a possibility.

Until I go through the aforementioned "proper legal channels" the odds are severely stacked against me.

Which leads me to asking what you - my friends and fam - think about me starting a gofundme campaign to raise money to make this thing happen.

People often turn their nose up when others take to platforms like gofundme to ask for help. What do YOU think? Is this something worth going all out for? I think so but I'd like some input and/or reassurance here.

Thanks so much for reading and I hope one day for Lyric to see how hard I fought for her. THIS IS MY REAL DEBT TO SOCIETY and I just want to do the responsible thing.

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

aight

lets ends this

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i love that he's still trying to cheer her up with her terrible crossover idea

phoenix is such a sweetie

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“...so we may put this dead lawyer walking out of his misery”

hear hear 

just kill me already

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“she's now slain two high level clergymen...”

one of which was a confirmed rebel but HEY whatever ITS NOT LIEK YOU KILL THEM IN GENERAL ANYWAY

who gives a fuck this trial is janked

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“bahlgilpo’kon hell- the realm of eternal agony”

wow eternal agony is the bottom hell??? thats like the first hell in dante’s hells; youre soft as runny shit kooraheenism.

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“there she will suffer the endless punishment of ja’gar by the galuun of Puhlmo’ten.”

SUBTITLES PLEASE 

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he was killed during the rite but they only found his body like two days later?!?!

what the fuck!?

...and wait a fucking second, he wasnt there when we were fucking investigating BULLSHIT

BUUULLLLLSSSHHHIIIIIIT!!!

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two consecutive murders constitutes a serial killer??

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every time sadmad sighs and shakes his head i lose a year of my life

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Rayfa’s voice is so fucking unfitting; she’s got the voice of a 30 year old woman and she’s supposed to be a whiny-ass 14 year old

do these people know anything about casting??

is it really that hard to get a 14 year old to say a few lines? i was voice acting (not professionally obvs) when i was 14. i sucked, but i was doing it, and there’ve been younger kids working on real shows.

anyway 

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welp looks like this mcfuck is using a fake name

someone get on that

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I'm sorry you’re surrounded by such incompetence, Rayfa. and i mean that. i like you now, youre kinda funny.

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phoenix: plus, yesterday, someone told me how the divination seance used to work

phoenix fucking sucks at keeping secrets jesus christ holy fuck just SHUT UP ABOUT THE REBELS YOU MORON

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if he says let it go and move on again I'm going to fucking scream

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“haha! the police overlooked the clergy tattoo on the back of his neck!”

directly below the stab wound. the clergy tattoo. that has significance in their country.

Why do the Kooraheen Police suck so much ass? They can’t catch a running suspect, and apparently they’re all blind.

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HOW DOES THE JUDGE NOT FUCKING KNOW A RELIGIOUS SYMBOL FROM HIS OWN FUCKING RELIGION?!?!?

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[insert nahyuta eats (peach emoji)ass joke]

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“aren't they utterly different shapes?”

...a... peach... and an upside down peach?!

nahyuta 

im gonna blow your mind

this is called a handstand, here, do it with me

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lazy ass parents naming their kid “real name”

fuck this joke country

this is some ‘who's on first’ bullshit

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RAYFA LUSTS FOR BLOOD

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yeah it was freezing on that mountain, of course your estimate was wrong.

i knew this was coming...

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hebLINDED HER WITH SCIENCE

BEEP BA BOO BA

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“this article is small in size but huge in importance!”

just like my d––

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How... did this work? They did a great job of hiding that wound...

also no blood at the “scene of the crime”

yeah not suspicious at all

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once again the prosecution blames the detective for something they couldn’t have helped :/

GUARD YOUR ASSHOLE EMA, GUARD YOUR ASSHOLE

HOLY SHIT

INSERT REFERENCE TO ABOVE PEACH JOKE

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loud ass clock inside a secret hideout? good one, rebels. super well done.

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ahhhh

now that is clever. i like that

although, considering the length of that statue’s beak, he should’ve been impaled right through his body, so.....

you were close, SOJ

glad to see more clever twists though. 

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game ruins everything with blatant hints

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there are other cases where they can tell when two weapons have been used on the same wound

why cant they tell now?

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stone sharp enough to cut skin??

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your hideout is fucking death trap

good going rebels

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youre using serial killer wrong... again

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thats a lie, nobody likes swiss cheese

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LAY OFF CHEESE YOU PIECE OF SHIT

ILL RIP YOUR ASS OUT

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“what you said is total bullshit!! heres what happened; this, this this. and since I said it ,its true! without any proof!!! SO THERE”

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phoenix: VALID POINT!

sadmad: bullshit excuse

judge: sounds legit, overruled!

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“jeez just toss me an Axe if its that bad...”

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“plotting your escapee from this sacred hall?”

yeah well just run out

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“you would pin a crime upon the dead, who you know tell no tales?”

uh

did you just forget the whole

soul pool thing or

are you just stupid

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aw baby here we go

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stop saying 30% you dont know shit

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oh my god

whoa whats he doing with the magatama

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“wait... i think i saw something just now...”

what, phoenix

what did you see, hmm?

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“the power of prayer! yes... it uh... helps you... install listening devices in your secrets base uuhhhhhh...ITS NOT WEIRD

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“She has a way of putting me at ease...”

(weeps) my babies

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(sigh) its the wife, get on with it

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“long years of ascetic training have sharpened my ears”

god the training is more useful to Athena than it is Maya. this is depressing.

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make like a mollusc and clam up??? who says that???????

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boy you sure fuckin suck at this Mr. Inmee

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judging by that KAAHHH Tahrust should have a deep voice, and DD had a deeper male voice blip... why aren't they using it? they've already implemented singing blips and tutting blips, did they forget about the extra deep blips?

or are those reserved for demons?

he is a ghost...

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...how far along is behleeb anyway? either I'm blind or the sprite artist forgot to give her a baby bump.

hey yeah! she's barely pregnant! her character art shows that! so its not so much of a stretch that she could be running around killing rebels. Plus, she hasn’t been pregnant for two years...

...of course, its not her, it’s rUHEEL NAYMUH, but still. she’s not far along enough to be inconvenienced by her child. 

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potato potahto tomahto egg salad!!

stop praying at me, nahyuta.

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dont you fucking dare...

dont you even fucking dare

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THEY DARED

I SWEAR TO FUCK

i swear to fuck 

so. youre gonna blame maya. for the actions. of YOUR OWN GODDESS. 

WHO’S GREAT AND POWERFUL AND MYSTICAL AND WISE AND PERFECT.... UNLESS SHE’S BEING CHANNELED BY A DIRTY FOREIGNER?

i just i cannot express how angry this makes me. it doesn’t make any fucking sense and it’s complete and utter hypocrisy. it’s even worse than before;  before they were suggesting that the person dressed as Lady Kee’ra was killing rebels in her name, if it wasn’t outright her. Now they’re suggesting it was LITERALLY HER, and remember, these people are UBER RELIGIOUS, and they still have a problem with THEIR IMMORTAL GODDESS IN THE FLESH exacting her divine punishment against people THAT ARE HARMING THEIR COMMUNITY ANYWAY???

yes, vigilantism is dangerous. but it gets a little more fucking complicated when you suggest that it’s the legit actions of an ACTUAL GODDESS.

and even if this is the corrupt government just trying to cover up deaths (which it is) why didn’t they just step in and go “Yeah, another Lady Kee’ra murder. All hail the marvellous goddesses. er diarrhoea kooraheen.”

it would be a lot easier and a lot less messy than taking a kid to court. why do they even want Maya out of the way, anyway? She didn’t know any of the rebels, and she posed no threat to their corrupt government. Yeah, Zealot’s dead, but they literally could have just hired another crazy assassin. 

Unless there’s a REAL GOOD FUCKIN REASON for all of this, I call bullshit, bullshit bULLSHIT

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i think it’s time to let your head go and move on to another room sadmad

at the same time

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...plus they legit just forgot their own lore.

maya can’t summon Kee’ra if she doesn’t know what she looks like.

that was so easy i didnt have to even press on statements; thats how easy that contradiction is. thats how easy it is to remember something stated five minutes ago, and how easy it is to remember how your own religion works. you fuckhats.

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oh hey i just realized Tahrust really does call Behleeb his “lovely wife” 

aw. how nice. if only they didnt decide to scapegoat maya.

doesn't matter your intentions; you die if you scapegoat maya. you die by my blade.

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you ok pal. is an alarm clock really the source of an evil laugh.

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“indeed! we leave the alarm switched off at all times!”

why would you even have a clock with an alarm on it in a secret base anyway?? and how did phoenix manage to play it in the hideout if the alarm was switched off? 

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“those distinctive taiko drums”

fuckin’ finally

ive been waiting for that stupid watch to come back for AAAGEES

of course there was a reason maya would mention traditional japanese instruments...

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y’know it’s funny that he would even make that fuckup in the first place. if he’s a plumed punisher fan, he should know how the theme song goes. his wife was at least a big fan, meaning he’d probably have heard the opening enough times to know that Taiko drums weren’t part of it. Furthermore, if he was banking on the fact that the two themes sound similar to pass off the deception, then it was a huge mistake on his part to define the sound as Taiko drums; thats just a needless detail that could get him caught out, which it did. 

and if he just didn’t know, well... again, useless detail. always bad. always be vague if you wanna get away with shit.

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ah... at least in death, Raheel Namer didn’t have to suffer the Plumed Punisher theme song.

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i love that phoenix refers to the show by it’s full title. that’s adorable.

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now what’s really confusing me is that that Photo of the fam is stated to have been taken during the Feast of whatever. Which is the same time-frame as Reely Real Name’s death. He’s alive in the photo, Behleeb is in the photo, and the Judge and his family are nowhere to be found. But all those things were huge parts of the case, and they couldn’t have eaten before or after because of the whole ‘you can only eat Ghingil for three hours on that one special day’.

am I missing something or going nuts??

that said I'm so glad i can finally present this photo. it’s been gnawing at me as much as the watch thing.

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“trademark topknot”

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OH PLEASE JUST LET IT END

ffjglk dlg ljlgkd   hey Tahrust do me a solid and just tell them how you died ok 

please i have a family

i have stomach ulcers

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oh

off-brand logic 

i totally forgot that was in this game too

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wow.

“hmm, there’s really nothing to suggest a murder other than the red water in the spring, which only Maya would see and probably not question (considering this isn’t her religion and she doesn’t fuckin know how that shit works) and said spring probably empties somewhere, since it would be swampy otherwise. let’s see... i can KILL MYSELF TO GIVE THE RED WATER A REASON FOR EXISTING or do literally anything else... WELP, BETTER FUCKIN KILL MYSELF. ALL HAIL THE REBELS!”

...well at least he saved maya from contracted a blood disease.

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tahrust must be pissed that his death came to naught when his own rebel pals gave the secret key to a guy who sold them out in five seconds.

never gets to meet his child... never gets to see the revolution come to fruition... never gets to live happily with his family... all because he couldn’t think of any other solution to protecting that shitty hovel behind a rock.

kinda tragic.

wish i was less angry

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“there was no weapon at the inner sanctum...”

did everyone just forget the giant bloody murder statue???

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pohl’fuckya sadmad

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babe... oh no... don’t give yourself up like this

thats sad

dont 

i feel the sad now

shit

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“abbot inmee!! summon a physician at once!!’

HES DEAD

WAY TO RUIN THE MOMENT WITH UNINTENTIONAL COMEDY DUMBASS

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“but murder sanctioned by the crown is still murder”

what’s murder sanctioned by a goddess? apparently you guys are ok with that one. oh unless it’s a goddess being channeled by a foreigner.

soerry im bitter about that one moving on now

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he lunged at you from behind the stone slab?? nice trajectory moron

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hang on a second he put reereenaymee’s body in the plaza before prayer time... with the dagger still in him??

HOW DID NOBODY NOTICE THE FUCKING DAGGER

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“you need not frame the accused for your crime”

for once Sadmad says something smart

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honestly... suicide really wasn’t the answer. even if it was to protect your wife there were,,,,, so many other options

for example, realname’s last moments, as we saw, made it look like he was killed in the Plaza of devotion. You could have so easily made it look like he was murdered there, by some rando, during the rite. The kooraheen police fucking suck at their job, so it wouldn’t matter. but no; you had to die, and blame Maya.... because she was foreign. A foreigner who came to you for guidance and shelter. 

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STOP AGREEING WITH ME SADMAD, I DONT LIKE YOU

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“You must use your law powers to make sure no more innocent people suffer under this shitty law!!

...like Maya did!! .......because of me!!

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i love that the excuse is like “there’s no way she could prove it was self defence in this government...” to make it all tear-jerking and point out how horrible and corrupt their legal system is...

...and yet, if we remember Reunion and Turnabout, which also included channeling and self defence... It was EQUALLY impossible for Maya to be cleared of the crime on self-defence charges!!

pot calling the kettle black, japanifornia!

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“lol sorry for almost getting you killed cause i couldn't think of a better plan than kill myself”

yea thanks tahrust, coo-al

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“I ask that you look after my wife”

er she’s... going to jail... she’s... been outed as a rebel... you do get that right

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fuck you Tahrust, you made her cry

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“now you can watch over me from the world beyond”

he cant actually, since they retconned spirits being conscious in the afterlife. good going, capcom.

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oh man that cutscene was goofy. except for the crying

fuck you Tahrust

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Maya: :D hOW y'all doin?!

also according to maya Tahrust didnt leave any regrets behind which means that he totally gives no fucks that his dumbass plan endangered Maya’s life and made his wife cry. Dick.

He doesn't even regret missing the birth of his fuckin child. Ass.

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Sadmad: I owe a debt to you, one that I will return––

Me: Eat a rotten egg.

Sadmad: Wha-–

Me: Go on, master of putrescence. Eat a whole rotten egg. Consume it shell and all. You heard me. Insert the egg into your mouth and chomp down. Times ticking, I’m waiting.

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i forgot about the stupid butterflies

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“So I was thinking, Nick, the legal system here is really stacked agains the defence! It’s really unfair!”

YA DONT SAY

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listen to this happy music playing as everyone is forced to come to terms with all this sad ass shit. also it appears we just forgot about that tiny matter of the government literally putting hits out. Rayfas dad. is doing this. Nobody gonna address that?? No? Ok

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Maya: QUIT BEINA LIL BITCH

wait what 

what is this new sprite

eurhg i dont like it put it away

thats not maya thats a husk of evil

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wow. rayfa didnt even know why maya was here training. the bullshit continues to flow...

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Maya: deciding what is true and what is false for your people...

the actual truth and lies, right? RIGHT? MAYA???

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ergh this is so... corny? schlocky? it feels forced

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“Sorry for almost getting you killed anyway VIVE LA REVOLUTION”

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Yay! It’s vore man!! i kinda missed his stretchy face.

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oh well that

thats just a really anticlimactic reveal of Dhurke

like tada! there he is! and he's gone! whatever; he's just been talked about in hushed whispers for the last case or w/e!

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awww the bailiff thinks he can catch a running rebel!! so cute~

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“The Steel Samurai vs Dhurke the Rebel!”

MAYA. THE LAST FIVE MINUTES WERE DEVOTED TO EXPLAINING THAT THE REBELS ARE THE GOOD GUYS. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???

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i love that they keep hammering in that “maya has stayed maya”

see guys??? dont you just feel the magic of the trilogy??? ITS THERE GUYS WE SWEAR

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Welp, thats it for that case. Now back to America, to visit Athena and BK, and hopefully to read a more enjoyable storyline...