#gOLLY gO$H

[laotwormz]

guys will see this and just think Hell Yeah

[gayafsowhat]

I can feel myself becoming more and more insane about Rise of Red this is going to leave irreversible damage to my psyche I just know it

[thedeadthree]

-`. LEGS 2024 SPOTIFY WRAPPED.

tis the season besties!! the loveliest lovely @leviiackrman tagged me to share my wrapped for this year!! ty jess !!!!!! <3 (and saw @shellibisshe and @statichvm do this as well!)

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[illycanary]

Katara's Story Is A Tragedy and It's Not An Accident

I was a teenaged girl when Avatar: The Last Airbender aired on Nickelodeon—the group that the show’s creators unintentionally hit while they were aiming for the younger, maler demographic. Nevermind that we’re the reason the show’s popularity caught fire and has endured for two decades; we weren’t the audience Mike and Bryan wanted. And by golly, were they going to make sure we knew it. They’ve been making sure we know it with every snide comment and addendum they’ve made to the story for the last twenty years.

For many of us girls who were raised in the nineties and aughts, Katara was a breath of fresh air—a rare opportunity in a media market saturated with boys having grand adventures to see a young woman having her own adventure and expressing the same fears and frustrations we were often made to feel. 

We were told that we could be anything we wanted to be. That we were strong and smart and brimming with potential. That we were just as capable as the boys. That we were our brothers’ equals. But we were also told to wash dishes and fold laundry and tidy around the house while our brothers played outside. We were ignored when our male classmates picked teams for kickball and told to go play with the girls on the swings—the same girls we were taught to deride if we wanted to be taken seriously. We were lectured for the same immaturity that was expected of boys our age and older, and we were told to do better while also being told, “Boys will be boys.” Despite all the platitudes about equality and power, we saw our mothers straining under the weight of carrying both full-time careers and unequally divided family responsibilities. We sensed that we were being groomed for the same future. 

And we saw ourselves in Katara. 

Katara begins as a parentified teenaged girl: forced to take on responsibility for the daily care of people around her—including male figures who are capable of looking after themselves but are allowed to be immature enough to foist such labor onto her. She does thankless work for people who take her contributions for granted. She’s belittled by people who love her, but don’t understand her. She’s isolated from the world and denied opportunities to improve her talents. She's told what emotions she's allowed to feel and when to feel them. In essence, she was living our real-world fear: being trapped in someone else’s narrow, stultifying definition of femininity and motherhood. 

Then we watched Katara go through an incredible journey of self-determination and empowerment. Katara goes from being a powerless, fearful victim to being a protector, healer, advocate, and liberator to others who can’t do those things for themselves (a much truer and more fulfilling definition of nurturing and motherhood). It’s necessary in Katara’s growth cycle that she does this for others first because that is the realm she knows. She is given increasingly significant opportunities to speak up and fight on behalf of others, and that allows her to build those advocacy muscles gradually. But she still holds back her own emotional pain because everyone that she attempts to express such things to proves they either don't want to deal with it or they only want to manipulate her feelings for their own purposes. 

Katara continues to do much of the work we think of as traditionally maternal on behalf of her friends and family over the course of the story, but we do see that scale gradually shift. Sokka takes on more responsibility for managing the group’s supplies, and everyone helps around camp, but Katara continues to be the manager of everyone else’s emotions while simultaneously punching down her own. The scales finally seem to tip when Zuko joins the group. With Zuko, we see someone working alongside Katara doing the same tasks she is doing around camp for the first time. Zuko is also the only person who never expects anything of her and whose emotions she never has to manage because he’s actually more emotionally stable and mature than she is by that point. And then, Katara’s arc culminates in her finally getting the chance to fully seize her power, rewrite the story of the traumatic event that cast her into the role of parentified child, be her own protector, and freely express everything she’s kept locked away for the sake of letting everyone else feel comfortable around her. Then she fights alongside an equal partner she knows she can trust and depend on through the story's climax. And for the first time since her mother’s death, the girl who gives and gives and gives while getting nothing back watches someone sacrifice everything for her. But this time, she’s able to change the ending because her power is fully realized. The cycle was officially broken.

Katara’s character arc was catharsis at every step. If Katara could break the mold and recreate the ideas of womanhood and motherhood in her own image, so could we. We could be powerful. We could care for ourselves AND others when they need us—instead of caring for everyone all the time at our own expense. We could have balanced partnerships with give and take going both ways (“Tui and La, push and pull”), rather than the, “I give, they take,” model we were conditioned to expect. We could fight for and determine our own destiny—after all, wasn’t destiny a core theme of the story?

Yes. Destiny was the theme. But the lesson was that Katara didn’t get to determine hers. 

After Katara achieves her victory and completes her arc, the narrative steps in and smacks her back down to where she started. For reasons that are never explained or justified, Katara rewards the hero by giving into his romantic advances even though he has invalidated her emotions, violated her boundaries, lashed out at her for slights against him she never committed, idealized a false idol of her then browbeat her when she deviated from his narrative, and forced her to carry his emotions and put herself in danger when he willingly fails to control himself—even though he never apologizes, never learns his lesson, and never shows any inclination to do better. 

And do better he does not.

The more we dared to voice our own opinions on a character that was clearly meant to represent us, the more Mike and Bryan punished Katara for it.

Throughout the comics, Katara makes herself smaller and smaller and forfeits all rights to personal actualization and satisfaction in her relationship. She punches her feelings down when her partner neglects her and cries alone as he shows more affection and concern for literally every other girl’s feelings than hers. She becomes cowed by his outbursts and threats of violence. Instead of rising with the moon or resting in the warmth of the sun, she learns to stay in his shadow. She gives up her silly childish dreams of rebuilding her own dying culture’s traditions and advocating for other oppressed groups so that she can fulfill his wishes to rebuild his culture instead—by being his babymaker. Katara gave up everything she cared about and everything she fought to become for the whims of a man-child who never saw her as a person, only a possession.

Then, in her old age, we get to watch the fallout of his neglect—both toward her and her children who did not meet his expectations. By that point, the girl who would never turn her back on anyone who needed her was too far gone to even advocate for her own children in her own home. And even after he’s gone, Katara never dares to define herself again. She remains, for the next twenty-plus years of her life, nothing more than her husband's grieving widow. She was never recognized for her accomplishments, the battles she won, or the people she liberated. Even her own children and grandchildren have all but forgotten her. She ends her story exactly where it began: trapped in someone else’s narrow, stultifying definition of femininity and motherhood.

The story’s theme was destiny, remember? But this story’s target audience was little boys. Zuko gets to determine his own destiny as long as he works hard and earns it. Aang gets his destiny no matter what he does or doesn’t do to earn it. And Katara cannot change the destiny she was assigned by gender at birth, no matter how hard she fights for it or how many times over she earns it. 

Katara is Winston Smith, and the year is 1984. It doesn’t matter how hard you fight or what you accomplish, little girl. Big Brother is too big, too strong, and too powerful. You will never escape. You will never be free. Your victories are meaningless. So stay in your place, do what you’re told, and cry quietly so your tears don’t bother people who matter.

I will never get over it. Because I am Katara. And so are my friends, sisters, daughters, and nieces. But I am not content to live in Bryke's world.

I will never turn my back on people who need me. Including me.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Dad. Don't freak out now. But it turns out my girlfriend is...."

Lucifer: "? Lesbian, yes?"

Charlie: "...an angel."

Lucifer: "Oh I KNOW she is Char-char! Just look at her!"

Charlie: "You whuh?"

Vaggie: "It's- it's not that obvious! ...is it?"

Lucifer: "Aww Maggie, anyone who's known you for two minutes could see that you're just the sweetest most angelic girlfriend."

Charlie: "Oh noo..."

Vaggie: "Uhhh. How, sir?"

Lucifer: "Why, the way you look at Charlie! All soft and gooey! Like caramel melting on an apple!"

Vaggie: "Oh."

Charlie: "No dad I didn't mean 'angel' as in she's sweet like an angel or pretty like angel- I mean! She IS pretty! The most pretty!! Gorgeous, stunning-"

Vaggie: "Getting off topic babe."

Charlie: "We mean it literally. Dad, Vaggie's an angel. Vaggie?"

Vaggie: (wings go floomf)

Lucifer: ".........."

Lucifer: "...."

Lucifer: "Oh." (tears up) "Wowzer."

Vaggie: (PANIC) "Shit oh shit, Charlie- Charlie I made your dad cry-"

Charlie: "H-happy tears, right dad!? Happy tears!"

Lucifer: "Oh, yes. It's only. Standing like that. You two, you look a lot like..." (clears throat) "Golly!"

Charlie: "We look at lot like...?"

Lucifer: "A whoooole lot of happy! Just. Wow! HA!"

Vaggie: "Are you okay sir?"

Lucifer: "Am I okay- are YOU okay??? How did you get down here, Maggie! And without anyone telling me! I would've LOVED to have helped- errr ah well, or at LEAST given you a place to crash- oh GOSH not the best word choice is that ha ha oops! Um!"

Vaggie: "It's alright sir. Charlie kinda... took care of all that. And, me."

Charlie: "She was Exorcist. She is NOT like that anymore. She left them all on her own, and they- they just left her here."

Lucifer: "An Exorcist? One of Lilith's ex's scary vengeance ladies?"

Charlie: "Dad-"

Lucifer: "OHHHH THAT IS HILARIOUS- oh Lili would LOVE this- did you leave him too? The-"

Vaggie: "First dick? Yeah."

Lucifer: "HIGH FIVE! Ooh ooh AND DOWN LOW! Oh haha, I haven't done that part since Charlie was still my size!!!"

Charlie: "Daaaaad..."

Lucifer: "So you left Adam like Lili did and you're dating a demon like I was and you're and angel like me and- oh do you. Do you miss heaven? Are you, trying to get back...?"

Vaggie: "No. I like it here."

Lucifer: "Preferring and happier in hell, another point like Lili! But why?"

Charlie: "She didn't exactly have the best time up in heaven."

Vaggie: "No shit. You weren't up there."

Charlie: "Vaggieeee."

Lucifer: "Youuuuu're looking at her all melty and sweet again~"

Vaggie: "Anyway sir, we just wanted you to know."

Lucifer: "Well gee whiz I sure hope you kids didn't stress over tell me! This is PERFECT!"

Charlie: "It is?"

Lucifer: "Of course it is! Maggie." (takes Vaggie by the shoulders) "Do you know what all of this means?"

Vaggie: "...that i can... keep dating... your daughter..?"

Charlie: "Vaggie of course you c-"

Lucifer: "YOU WERE DESTINED TO BE MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!" (hugs her) "You're like a perfect mix of me and Lili! It's like creation made someone specially to understand our daughter- and it's YOU! Charlie's matching other half, her soulmate- exactly the right wife for her!"

Vaggie: "Your- wait- HER-?"

Demon Charlie: "DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!"

Lucifer: "Two beautiful brides!" (sniffles) (pulls charlie into the hug and cracks them both like glow sticks) "So! When's the wedding!?"

[deviantdaffodil]

Heya! Any chance you could write a very dominant Saiki Kusuo with a (optional- fatter) bratty reader? Love some physic orgasms, or powers in use for smexy time. If you aren't comfortable or don't want to do any of this absolutely no worries!!!!

kusuo saiki x reader

request

good golly sorry this took so long to get to , i have been . going through it.

contains: oral (fem receiving) , mentions of breeding , mentions of chubbier reader (i myself am a little on the bigger side so <3) , husband/wife content bc i said so !!!!! , established relationship , use of his powers ;) , reader knows of saikis abilities btw , little bit of brat tamer saiki , lil bit of degrading , i love saiki

You tried so so so hard to keep your mind as silent as you could as you watched Kusuo carefully as he walked across the living room. Your eyes were shamelessly fixated on his ass while he walked. What gave him the right to have such a cute butt? Shit, your mind began to start turning the cogs in your brain. You tried desperately to fight it off; you couldn’t risk Kusuo hearing your thoughts. Kusuo stretched then sighed deeply. He plopped himself down next to you on the couch. You could feel sweat dripping down your forehead. Not only were you fighting not to grab your poor husband’s ass, you were desperate to have his mouth on your clit.

“I can hear you. Good grief.. You’re so loud..” Kusuo said aloud.

You swallow hard. “Whatever do you mean?” you ask in a sad attempt to play dumb. He looks at you, deadpan. You pout, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

‘All these dirty thoughts, just for me?’ Kusuo was speaking telepathically to you now, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. ‘So dirty! You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?’

Your mind is blank, Kusuo is aware of that. Now he’s got you where he wants you. Your mind was so focused on seeing him between your thighs, completely devouring your pussy. You bite your lip, looking over at him. You wondered how far you’d have to push him to make his walls come down.

“And? You wont do anything about it,” You smirk, glancing over at him. He’s still scrolling on his phone, but his eyebrow is raised.

‘Oh yeah? Is that what you think?’ His purple eyes flicker in your direction. ‘You think you can get a rise out of me, baby?’ Your face flushes at the pet name. ‘How about this.’ He gets to his feet and stands in front if you, looking down at you with a deadpan look on his face. He squats down and suddenly your thighs spread apart.

“H-Hey!”

Your plea is met on deaf ears, Kusuo looks into your eyes, licking his lips. His eyes flick in between your legs then back up to your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He asks aloud, in a gentle tone. Your face turns red and you nod, giving him the go ahead.

Kusuo peppers your thigh with kisses. ‘Take them off,’ Kusuo’s voice was a low rumble in your mind now. You comply, slipping your shorts and underwear off. He looks up at you, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you to the edge of the couch. He grabbed a handful of your thigh and squeezed, kissing the other. He kisses your pussy, squeezing and rubbing your thighs. ‘So good.. You taste so good..’ He looks up at you and gives your tummy a gently kiss. You always liked when he did that. You know he did it because he knows you’re insecure about it sometimes, especially during intimate moments like this. He kisses your clit then runs his tongue over your folds, letting it prod at your entrance. ‘Good.. You’re already so wet for me.. Your pussy is so delicious..’ He was constantly projecting his thoughts into your head while he ate you out; it was his favorite thing to do.

You whimpered and moaned quietly as he did this to you, hoping to be able to keep your composure. You run your hands through his pink hair, careful of his ‘antennae’. “Kusuo..” you plea was soft and gently, earning a verbal groan from Kusuo. You pet his head as he lapped and sucked at your clit, now gently sliding a finger into you. You threw your head back, mouth agape with a quiet moan.

‘Let me hear you,’ Kusuo growled in your mind. ‘Let everyone hear you baby.. or I’ll make them hear you..’ You knew he meant he’d project hour thoughts as far as he could. Just the idea of that made you wanna disappear with embarrassment. He continued curling his now two fingers in you while using his tongue to rub your clit.

You couldn’t stand it anymore - you moan out for him, impulsively squeezing your thighs around his head. “So good,” you cried, “you’re treating me so good..”

‘Good girl,’ Kusuo purred in your mind. ‘You look so beautiful like this.’ You looked down at him and he was staring right at you. The two of you locked eyes as he ate you out, unashamed. You moaned as you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. ‘If you be a good girl and cum for me I’ll knock you up,’ Kusuo began to project his babbling into your mind, ‘You’d look so pretty all swollen with my baby. You wanna make a baby? You want me to fill you up?’ He kept licking and sucking and even nipping at your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you curling them slightly.

You can’t help but moan and the dirty things he’s saying in your mind. “K-Kusuo- Oh god Kusuo,” you squeeze you thighs around his head and pull his hair to you, holding him in place and keeping his mouth on your pussy. You moaned out his name and started grinding your hips against his face while riding out your orgasm.

“Good,” Kusuo licked up any mess you made and licked his fingers cleaned. ‘You want me to run you a bath?’ He stood up and asked as if nothing had happened.

You panted, confused. He just rocked your world and is acting like it didn’t happen. “Would.. would you be joining me?” you panted, still catching your breath from your orgasm.

He looked at you and smiled. ‘Sure.’ He smiled sweetly and walked off to our bathroom to start a bath for us.

[whack-patty]

HEY THIS IS CANON AS FAR AS IM CONCERNED

Bonus

Heh. Funny dream...!

The first four seconds were kinda serious before it started going downhill lmfao. God, it went downhill so fast with basically zero prompting-

...

So uh, I got a lovely little idea from this post made by the creature known as @whack-patty- and I've seen other people in this small community drawing some Sneep Snorp, so I thought- why not give it a go? What could possibly go wrong??

A lot, apparently.

I don't use an actual drawing program, I use Kleki. And when it closes or crashes, if you didn't decide to save your progress on your measly one file of browser storage- it's pretty much gone. The site decided to shut down on me- twice- destroying my progress on a couple of frames. It was like the universe itself wanted me to not make this. So uh... you're welcome for powering through?

[also rq, this is a crackship, definitely, I think. I think maybe definitely. Get back to me on that one later- like a lot later- but get back to me]

[empressofthesunslittlecorner]

A rant about Aang and Byrke

WARNING NOT KATAANG FRIENDLY

CONTINUE WITH PRECAUTION

Hello my loves!

Here I'm with a new blog entry.

This time we will talk about Kataang, Aang and Byrke.

Since I'm writing a FanFic where Aang is paired with an OC, I thought I could tell you why I prefer Aang with OCs instead of Katara.

Just to be clear.

I like Aang.

I love Katara and would for this girl sell my liver.

But them together as a pair...please no!

Kataang is one of my NOTPs.

In my Let's Talk about Zutara post I pretty much said why I can't stand this pairing.

One is the age and maturity gap.

What does a 14-year-old want with a 12-year-old? It's just creepy, no matter the gender and it would have been better if they got together at like 22 and 20.

Even if I think Zutara is superior, I could grimly accept Kataang.

Second Aang and Katara are the worst version of their self together.

I haven't read the comics, but what I saw on Tumblr and on Legend of Korra was enough to make me angry.

Katara was reduce to Aang price, girlfriend, housewife and mother of his children.

The warrior girl we all loved, who never turned her back on people who needed her, became in the name of love (and Byrke) a shadow of herself.

Our real Katara would smack this wishy-washy version of herself to kingdom come!

Then we have Aang. The boy clearly turns into a Nice GuyTM when it's about Katara.

He kissed her TWICE, TWICE, without her consent and never said sorry for this.

He thinks he deserves her love because he is the Avatar (the hero) and that's how it be.

Till Season 2 Aang wasn't that worse about Katara, a lot of plotpoints pointed out that Aang obsession, I'm not calling it love, on Katara was not good.

He replaced the love for his people with Katara.

Erm, that's not healthy at all.

What Aang expierendec was traumatic, he is the sole suriver of a genocide, but he can't shove all his love for his people to Katara.

How can only one person hold this standards?

It's impossible.

Katara is a bandaid on a ripped arm.

A bandaid isn't going to fix Aang trauma.

He needed to really face it and accept it and let Katara go.

Guru Pathik told him he to let Katara go, but I don't think it was meant to say, don't love that girl anymore.

No, it was more like: you clearly are obsessed with her and think if she loves you all your hurt will go away, but this isn't the case!

Aang could still love Katara, he just needed to stop to put her on a pestal!

Then we know what happens, he let's her go, seems to get the Avatar State, but turn it down because Katara is in danger and he must save her.

Alright, we all would run to our loved one if they are in danger, but Aang, you are the Avatar.

The Avatar is the peacekeeper of this world.

Sadly he can't put his own desires forward, he has do to what was for the world right!

In the Crystal Catabombs he realizes this.

So he let's go of Katara to get the Avatar State and then gets shot down by Azula.

Then when the first episode of season 3 rolls around, you get the feeling that Aang learnend his lesson.

Because he was selfish, he lost his greatest eapan.

He needed to be better.

Only...after the first episode season 3 was really...bad.

I can't say it better.

If you compare it to the other two seasons...season 3 has mayor problems.

A lot of plotpoints get forgotten, Aang didn't learn from his mistakes, he acts entitled for Katara love and he gets his Avatar State back thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Rock and even finds a way to handle Ozai thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Lion Turtle.

How, HOW, did the creators look at this and want a golly what an awesome final?

It was not!

It was rushend and not earnend!

Because Aang is a selfinsert from Bryek.

They statet once in an interview that Kataang was reflection how they had a crush on their babysitter, who of course didn't wanted them and would go out with the "bad boy".

The bad boy here in question is Zuko, which is hilarious since Zuko is the most awkward dork.

So they wanted to create a story were the young hero gets the hot older girl.

No normal 14-year-old girl would date a 12-year-old and if she did call the police on her ass!

Avatar was only amazing because of writers like Aaron Ehasz, who turned Toph, who was supposed to be a boy and a love rival for Aang, into this badass girl who didn't let her disabilty stop her to become the greatest earthbender and inventer of metalbening in the world.

They truned Iroh into thee loveable and wise uncle and not like Byrke wanted into a spy for Ozai.

Also Azula was supposed to be a boy too, but she became the female villain we all loved and wish we would see in other media's too!

A lot of writer wanted also Zutara to happen and not Kataang.

If I remember right season 3 was so rushed and lacking because the movie-who-shall-not-be-named was in production and Bryke wanted the series to end before it.

A lot of concept were thrown out the window for it.

The writers wanted to make even a season 4, where Aang would even find other airbenders, but noooooooooooooooo we can't give Aang the healing he deserves, we must live out a fantasy trough this boy.

Looking at you Bryke.

Anyways we got, what we got and I'm so not happy about it.

Zutara should be canon and Aang should have found a girl who loved really, who was his equal and who didn't needed to be a broodmare for the air nomads, becasue there where still air nomads around.

Here we get back to my preference to ship Aang with OCs. Since I'm a big fan of the theoretical season four we would have gotten, it's only naturel to imagine own characters, since no canon characters exist for it.

I would have loved to see Aang with a descendant of Air Nomads. She learning from him, he learning from her, cute!

But let's be real if Aang is writing good he could work with a lot of characters.

Even canon ones like On Ji. I found her really cute with him.

The only thing I want for Aang partner is that the girl doesn't get reduced to a broodmare.

So the airbenders have always to come back/stop from hiding.

IT'S NOT THE COMPLICATED!

BUT WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!

WE LIVE IN THE DARK TIMELINE!

AVATAR COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST REVOLUTIONARY CARTOON EVER, BUT NOOOOOO TWO MEN HAD TO MAKE THEIR WEIRD FANTASY REALITY AND DIDN'T LISTEN TO THEIR TEAM OF WRITER WHO WERE LIKE, FAM THAT'S NARRAVTIVLY SPEACKING HUGE STEPS BACKWARDS!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Yeah, I think you all guessed how much I hate Bryke.

Fricking pricks!

Also, people who make fun of their own fans because they ship a pairing themselves not like are the worst!

That shows have much respect they have for their fans.

Zero.

They just wanted to live out their fantasy and be done.

Again, fricking pricks!

So for now, that's from me, I needed to get it out of my chest.

Till next time my loves!

[umeqii]

What r your headcanons for dating Varian? 😋

I'M SO HAPLY SOEMONE REQUESTED YHID JAHSJSJAHSAH (shinobu is me rn >_<)

also for the sake of my hyperfixation; i'm yur older sister in this story ;33

also tw some mentions of death ☆

fandom ; rapunzel tangled the series

character ; varian

reader ; gn

creator ; umeqii

okay, varian is the sweetest ever ^_^

ym would have met after his villain arc, and probably through rapunzel (ofc she's the mc)

you and raps met when she was on her adventure trip thingy for the black rocks

by the time something went wild bc whenever the rocks are involved, something always goes wrong, you guys definitely got very close!

and you guys frfr clicked into older sister and younger sibling

speaking of older sister (lmao this is where the best character and person ever comes in)

you have an older sister mari 😙🙀😋😘

okay so long story short, mariya's only a few years older than you, so she's 17-18

she took you in bc idk ur parents left you or smth and you went to an orphanage and got adopted by mariya

well she didn't take you in, her older sister rosalyne did :3

but rosalynes dead now xoxo

so that's when mari stepped in to fulfill her older sister's dream of eternity and bringing peace between people !!

you were 12 when rosalyne died; when you first met mari, she seemed really intimidating and angry (like younger shinobu, so that's why i added her as the photo :3)

rosalyne however, was very gentle and kind and she saw the best in everyone (like rapunzel !)

the reason why she wanted her eternity was because of how her husband died and he said she was pretty like his eternal love for her or smth idrk i'm literally dying of laughter rn writing this sorry

but idrk how rosalyne died, she probs js tripped on a knife and it stabbed her or sum but she's dead for the sake of the plot ☠️☠️

but yeah, mari stepped in and basically mimicked everything about rosalyne and kept her anger to herself (shinobu kinnie guys xx)

anyways, back to varian

once you were back to rapunzel's palace so you could meet all of her friends, varian saw you

he wasn't the type of boy who believes in love at first sight; but let me tell you somethin' !!

since he was the royal engineer, one of his inventions went kinda wrong and he was walking around to greet rapunzel with black smoke on his face, but not on his eyes thanks to his goggles, and messy ass hair ://

he was originally gonna find more mechanics to use but he heard raps' voice so he went to go see her

and then he saw you

oh my golly goshers

HIS JAW DROPPED 💯💯💥💥💥

you were smiling at rapunzel so sweetly and your eyes were so beautifully detailed??

were everyone's eyes like that?

this was the first time he ever stared at someone so much, not even when he had a puppy crush on cassandra

and the way the golden hour's light shone on one half of your face, it made you look angelic !

and when you opened your closed eyed smile, the light was obsorbed by the swirls of your iris (idk wtf an iris is i js saw it once in a book i thibk)

and then raps n you saw varian just standing there like he witnessed two people having the devils tango 😨😨

you ended up giggling slightly due to his current state and you brought your hand out, whilst introducing yourself, for a handshake

"hi there! i'm y/n!!" AND BROOO THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT HIM >

you looked at him so purely

AND MF KNEW THIS WASN'T A CASSANDRA TYPA CRUSH 😭😭😭💯💯💯

he was down bad lowkey

"o-oh!! h-h-hi varian, i'm y-y/n..NO WAIT, I-i'm varian, nice to meet you y/n."

i got 2nd hand embarrassment for writing that much stutters goddamn .

he thought he was cringey and just ruined all changed to talk to you

but you thought it was cute and dorky

and you have a thing for dorks

anyways, you guys got close after talking about alchemy ig idrk my head hurts like crazy

and when he frfr realised he was inlove with you was when he was trying to sleep, and he looked out of a window and saw a pretty flower

"hm. y/n would like that."

then he clocked it

why tf was he thinking about you 😭😭??

i mean who wouldn't :33

then he was just all like "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh" as he stuffed his face into his pillow

oh and you knew you liked him from the first time ym met, bc dorks r cute idk

you asked him out though after about 6 months of being best friends

it don't matter if you get scared of rejection, your amazing older sister threatened that if you didn't ask him out, you wouldn't live with her anymore !!

(common mari W)

and yeah, you just said it randomly when he was working on a potion or whatever it's called

"hey y/n, this is an example on why you shouldn't put too much of this substance in-"

"i'm inlove with you, varian."

"WHAT"

and cue the explosion because he infact did put too much of the substance inside his potion.

"oh crap, my bad."

"but if you don't like me in that way, please just forget this whole conversation happened."

BUT HE DID?!?×??!?!

and yeah, since you guys are 14-16, you just hugged him and he spun you around as he kissed your cheek with a red face >3<!!

he's always so sweet and precious with you!!

dare i say rapunzel n mari made a bet to see who would ask the other out first

"ha. pay up, blondie."

"awh..fine."

rapunzel was rooting for varian and as already discussed, mari voted for yeewwww :333

varian however loved how enthusiastic yu were and how excited you were when talking about yur silly little interests >_<!!

whether yur a girl, guy, nb, or all of them, you fr taught varian skincare types of things to help with his eyebags

varian’s love language wld defo be acts of service and words of affirmation, so expect alot of that!1!

you would definitely hug and praiss him alot for his inventions, and even dating, he would always get stiff and flustered whenever any of this happened ^_^!!!

[katlovestoread]

Lucifer Morningstar x fallen angel!

Warnings: Slow burn, No use of y/n, mostly in Lucifer's POV(this chapter was mostly in Azura's POV lol)

Summary: You fall from heaven for questioning it's rules. You just so happen to be found by none other than the big boss of hell himself, Lucifer.

Chapter 2: An angel

Azura's POV:

The smell of apples appeals my senses. 

Wait...apples? 

My eyes shoot open and I jerk up only to greeted with silk bedsheets.

As I'm now sitting upright, I examine my surroundings. Wait, when did I get in bed? Everything was so expensive and extravagant. Was this supposed to be some kind of guest bedroom? 

Just then, a loud, nervous voice interrupts my thoughts. 

"OH MY GOLLY! You're awake! How's your back?"

I stared in confusion. Who was that? I'm certain I've seen those blond locks somewhere- A hand on my forehead once again interrupts my thoughts. 

"You're burning up... I expected that much..."

The blond spoke again, this time in a gentler tone. 

"Who..." I rasped, my voice hoarse. "Are...you.."

"Oh, haha, me? I'm Lucifer...er...Morningstar... BUT enough about me. How're you feeling? You've been out for quite a few days"

Morning...star? Oh...OH! 

Lucifer seems to notice my change in demeanor. 

"H-hey, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was low. "Promise..."

That calmed me...a bit. I mean...he does have a way with words so I shouldn't entirely trust him, but on the other hand, he DIDDD save me. I I bit my lip, my eyebrows knitted together in consideration. Damn...

His voice sliced through the almost awkward silence. 

"Ehem! You didn't answer my question..." He said, a nervous chuckle following. 

Oh..what did he ask again...? 

"Er...sorry but...what was the question?" I asked, embarrassed. 

He smiled sincerely

"How're you feeling? I mean..wings are quite sensitive things. To have them ripped out your back is..." Lucifer clicked is tongue, wincing as he imagined how painful it would be.

"Ah, I feel fine. Amazing actually! Like it never even happened. Though, I guess my body is still a bit sore. Fair enough.." 

Lucifer sighed in relief

"I'm glad. Thought my angelic powers wouldnt work on another angel. It was my first time healing on of my kind..." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

"Oh? So you're the one who healed me? Thank you.."

Lucifer shook his gloved hands as if to brush it off. "The least i could do, really. You muct be hungry. You havent eaten in quite a while.. How about you come down for lunch..?" He suggested. 

"Now that you mention it..I am really hungry. I guess I'll take you up on that offer..."

-Kat♡

[finniestoncrane]

I love your Riddlers switching each other's bodies, but what about Riddlers switching bodies with their AFAB s/o 🤔

Body Swap w/Reader

Riddler Headcanons ok i'm gonna make this gender neutral because i got another one specifying that, but all the general actions will be the same 👀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: touching, i guess don't read if cnc/noncon is a huge trigger, because some of this could be construed as that! since it's your body... but not your body... kinda

zero year

if you thought his perverted behaviour was borderline invasive before

you're about to witness it happen first-hand

which is... worse than him just checking you out? because now you have to watch him checking you out

like you've been given a front row seat to his sleazy little show

and you know, you just know, that as soon as he's no longer within your sight

that he's exploring everything, getting a very good look

a very good... feel... of you, and how you should be handled

maybe if he knows what he's doing, you'll let him get a shot of it once he's back in his own body

since you spur his incessant advances the rest of the time

he'll definitely be getting his fill of this, maybe with a photoshoot later, something to remember this by

gotham

oh this is absolutely wonderful, delightful, gee golly gosh!

it would have been wonderful to get a good rummage around your mind and see how it works

but exploring your body and knowing it so intimately is good too

from a purely scientific... research-based... perspective of course

no other reason, but if it's ok for him to say, you do look wonderful

or he looks wonderful... or your body looks wonderful

ok let him start again, he's getting flustered

maybe start with a question! something familiar to him

so, what kind of underwear is it that you have on because it's very comfortable... or is that...

guess he could just go and look... oh dear... he's sorry, so sorry

arkham

perfect, you don't have as many aching bits or cuts and bruises as he does

it's like a blank canvas to start working on, not that he's going to be focused intentionally on hurting you

but it's the risks of being the handiest, smartest body in gotham

although, it's very distracting how... soft you are

much softer than he is... and warmer too... smoother, nicer

ok this was a terrible idea because now he's completely distracted

he almost feels bad for all the times he called you stupid and yelled at you for not listening or making mistakes

it must be almost impossible to do anything or focus on anything

especially when you look and... feel like this... OK switch back he is uncomfortable with the feelings he is experiencing thanks

but he will remember that you feel delightful... just for reference

telltale

you know what, he's just as annoyed about this as he thought he would be

you have absolutely no right to call him old and weak anymore, even if you're just joking

his joints feel a lot better than these ones

and he's far more comfortable in his own skin... literally

you better be taking it easy in there!

don't eat or drink anything stupid, don't do anything stupid, don't make him look stupid

he realises that might be a difficult task for you, given your... you

but the least you could do is make a concerted effort now

or he'll be extra cruel with any resulting punishments

and he has control over you now, far more than he did before, so keep that in mind

unburied

haha, your body is so much worse than his, give it back!

this is such an unfair swap, he gets landed with this hunk of junk

and you get to surround yourself in his wonderful, tight little figure

you're welcome to touch him if you want

no *smacks your hand away* not like... him-you, you-him

look, just give him your hand and he'll show you where to put it

what do you mean you don't want to touch his body!?

you've been given a golden opportunity here

at least get out there and show him off, make use of your one opportunity to be this cute

and he'll stay here, hidden from humanity until he's back to being adorable again, urgh

twojar

ok get ready because he really knows how to please himself

so you are in for an absolute treat here

just sit back, relax, and let him take care of you... him... both of you

also, he hates to sound egomaniacal

but he looks even better from this perspective than he thought he might

with your body, he's not getting up to anything mischievous

unless you ask him to, or give him permission

but he's very keen to explore you from a deeply intimate angle

it'll be a learning experience, like he's studying for an exam

and he'll pass with flying colours once you guys are swapped back

dano

ok so the misery he was carrying is definitely in his brain

or maybe even buried deep within his soul

because it's still there, as unfortunate as that is, even though he knew it would be

but it feels... easier to deal with, like when he puts on his mask and coat

there's a weight lifted off his shoulders, or maybe your posture is just better

you're not hunched over a desk day and night

studying numbers and following leads and planning crimes

at least not to the extent that he is

also, and please tell him if this is too inappropriate, and he's blushing already

but your butt is very comfortable to sit on

btaa

the potential for mischief, or sheer artistry, is overwhelming

nobody would suspect him of being up to anything untoward

because you, unlike him and miss tuesday

have no criminal record whatsoever

it's the perfect disguise, not even being himself!

he should have thought of this sooner, putting his big brain in another body

to be able to sneak around in broad daylight with no one suspecting a thing

how rude to ask him about the implications of what happens if he gets caught

yes, yes, it's understandable you would be worried about being sent to prison

he'll never get caught though... not this time... hopefully...

young justice

it's just kinda nice to not be him for a little while, y'know

so you'll have to be extra nice about being in his body

might be a nice ego boost to know that you enjoy him...

he's pretty pleased to be in your skin though

people are nicer to him!

and you're cute enough that he can get away with being annoying

that's a new experience for him, and he likes it

it might be difficult to get him to switch back actually

you're carrying him much better than he did anyway!

and no one is threatening to beat him up for telling the same riddle until someone gets it correct now

[bundrops-n-fluffytops]

Welcome Home Agere Fic - Sing Me to Sleep

Characters: Little!Howdy Pillar, CG!Barnaby B. Beagle

Setting: Howdy’s Bodega (Checkout Desk, Upstairs Breakroom)

Premise: Barnaby notices that his good pal Howdy is overworking himself to the point of losing sleep. Concerned and determined to help his buddy out, he decides to sing him a lullaby to help him sleep. The next morning, he discovers something about Howdy he initially didn’t think he did.

Author’s Note: Another agere fic, this time with Howdy!! I kinda headcanon Barnaby and Howdy as childhood friends, like Barnaby befriended him while he stayed at the farm with his ma, so here it’s mentioned for a bit at the beginning. Hope that’s ok!!

Also the lullaby that Barnaby sings is ai generated, not an original song, so don’t think I write songs too jfkgk

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Ever since the bodega opened in the town of Welcome Home, the lovable yet goofy Barnaby B. Beagle always made a point of visiting. Considering it was run by an old pal of his - that being the ever so hardworking Howdy Pillar - he couldn’t just ignore it! It even had all his favorite things in it; rubber duckies, party horns, endless streams of ribbons, the whole nine! For the price of just a simple trade as well, it was a perfect store!

Of course, it wouldn’t be the same without the man of the hour - or say, caterpillar. Barnaby had always admired the blood and sweat put into every little detail of the bodega, from the paint jobs to the shelving and even to the currency. It was a marvelous sight to see, but he couldn’t expect less from such a diligent and determined shopkeeper. Always toiling and moiling and working himself to the bone to make sure that progress did well and that every customer left with a big smile on their face, he could do no bad.

That… did bring a glaring problem to the surface, however: he did this all the time.

Because his never-ending perseverance and his insistence to make sure that business was booming at the seams, he often tired himself out. And by often, that meant a lot.

The bags under the titular caterpillar’s eyes looked as if they’ve been personally drawn on with permanent marker, with how dark they were. Often times, Barnaby would accidentally catch Howdy almost falling asleep at his checkout desk, but immediately perking up when he noticed that the comedian was watching. He would wake up and catch Howdy still up at the tender hours of night sweeping the floors or wiping the windows or even restocking the shelves.

It was concerning, to say the least. He had occasionally brought up the idea that Howdy could at least lay low for a short while, take a small break. However, the poor shopkeeper would break into a nervous sweat and go, “Oh but who will run the front counter while I’m gone? I’m the only one who works here, I can’t stop now! This shop will go belly-up if I quit here, I just can’t!” It almost broke the dog’s beating heart to see him in such a fit of distress.

He wanted to fix that, and he knew exactly how.

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The sun set behind the trees one hot and sweaty evening, and Howdy was finishing up the last of his chores for the night: restocking the shelves, sweeping up any dust and grime, and wiping the front windows squeaky clean. Barnaby took quick note of this and strolled towards him, humming a jovial tune.

“Well howdy do, Howdy! Lovely afternoon we got here, but golly is it sweltering! I feel like I’m on Hell’s front porch with a pipin’ fever right about now, huh?” Barnaby greeted himself, chuckling as he did. Howdy looked up from wiping the front window, rubbing his sleepy lids with his lower right hand and smiling drowsily.

“You’re not wrong Barnaby, heh! I can feel myself melting like a snow cone in Phoenix!” He replied, wiping his forehead of the pooling sweat and turning back to wiping the windows clean. Barnaby snickered, nodding his head to the statement.

An awkward silence fell on the two. Howdy cleared his throat.

“Ahem, uh… what brings you here, ol’ pal?”, he asked, “ya’ need something from my shop? Any horns or… fake teeth or spinning plates?” The shopkeeper began to put up his bucket of suds and washrag before being stopped by the comedian.

“Oh no, I’m fine as frog hair, buddy! I just came to ask ya’ something, if you have the time, of course.” Howdy perked up at the request, but paused and sighed wearily.

“If you’re asking for me to take a break, Barnaby, then no. I’m not letting this business fall because the one man working here-“

He quickly got interrupted.

“Aww, come on Howdy! You’re exhausted and practically sleepwalking, if you keep working in this state you’ll be dead on your feet!” Barnaby protested, crossing his arms and huffing.

“Barnaby, you really don’t understand,” Howdy rebutted, “this is a matter of needing rather than wanting. Anyone and everyone could come, and if they see me lounging around, doing everything but, I’ll be letting them down! Soon the progress of this whole business could go down, and take me with it. I can’t ‘take a break’ because I am literally against doing it.”

Barnaby sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Howdy sure dug his heels deep in this business, huh? The titular dog wracked his brain for quite a while, thinking of a good way to pry his four arms away from the building… until something popped up.

“Oh well, I guess you’re right… but I do still have something to ask of you.” Howdy sighed, lifting his head towards him with his brow furrowed.

“Will you at least let me sing something to you?”

This tripped the caterpillar upside for a moment. Sing for him? Why exactly would this dog want to sing for him in the dead of night?

“Uhh… may I ask why? That’s a rather odd question to ask, really,” Howdy questioned the dog.

“Oh, well I had been listening to the radio recently and I happened to stumble upon the most loveliest tune! It had me painting the town red, it was lovely!” Howdy tilted his head curiously.

“Hmmm… well what song was it? I think I may have some records inside so you can sing along.” Barnaby grinned widely. His plan was working perfectly.

“I’m pretty sure it was called…Sweet Dreams and Strawberry Milk? It was a guitar song too, very slow and calming.”

“Hmmm… I don’t seem to have that song on a record, from what I can remember.” Barnaby’s heart dropped.

“Buuuuut I do have a guitar! Maybe you can play it on that?” And just like that, the plan was still in motion.

“Oh, superb! You always seem to have something on you to fix a situation, don’tcha? Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go inside before the wolves start howling!”

Barnaby quickly grabbed Howdy’s free arm and dragged him inside the bodega, leaving behind his sud bucket and rag. After a few quick directions, both the dog and caterpillar made their way to the upstairs breakroom.

The breakroom itself was quite large, to his surprise, it almost doubled as a separate house. In one section of the room, a small kitchenette with an oven, fridge, and sink, along with a sofa, record player, and television. In another section, a large bed spread along the room, with a dresser and closet on one side and a bookshelf on the other. In between both sections was a bathroom that he could conveniently walk into any time he wanted. The breakroom as a whole had a sort of forest or plant theme, with leaves and flower decorations galore, it was like shrinking and walking into Poppy’s garden.

Barnaby made their way towards the second section, sitting down on the edge of Howdy’s bed. Howdy strolled towards the closet, opening and rummaging through. He pulled out a large guitar and walked towards the bed where Barnaby sat, handing over the guitar.

“Do make this quick, ok pal?,” Howdy admonishes, slipping off his shoes and taking off his hat. He might as well get comfortable in case things get too long. Barnaby waved his hand dismissively, holding the guitar in his paws.

“Ahh, don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head, Howdy,” he reassured, “I’ll be quicker than green grass though a goose!” Howdy chuckled at that, smiling slightly.

The comedian took a minute to tune and adjust the chords to the guitar, making sure he wasn’t off-tune, before holding the guitar to his chest. He took a deep breath… and began to sing.

Close your eyes my little one

Drift away to sleep

Dream of fields of strawberries

Growing tall and deep

Sweet dreams my love

With strawberry milk in your cup

May your slumber be peaceful

And your dreams be sweet and lush

Imagine a garden of red

With vines and leaves so green

Picking the ripest berries

For the sweetest milk you've seen

Sweet dreams my love

With strawberry milk in your cup

May your slumber be peaceful

And your dreams be sweet and lush

As the peaceful lullaby rang throughout the bedroom, Howdy could feel his head begin to cloud up and his eyelids to feel heavy. He suppressed a yawn but caught himself stretching his arms and back.

He then decided that he rest his head for just a moment, if only for a second. He figured he would be awake by the time the song was finished, so it couldn’t be that bad.

As you lay here in my arms

With your eyes closed tight

Let the taste of strawberry milk

Take you through the night

Sweet dreams my love

With strawberry milk in your cup

May your slumber be peaceful

And your dreams be sweet and lush

Sleep now my little one

May your dreams be bright

With strawberry milk in your thoughts

All through the night.

Barnaby cleared his throat after finishing the song, gently placing the guitar to his left. He turned to face Howdy, who had been silent throughout the entire song, to ask him how he felt, but he instead found Howdy fast asleep beside him. How silly of him to drop off mid song, and in his work clothes too! Barnaby snickered to himself at the sight.

He decided that it would be best to stay the night. He pulled the blankets on the bed over the sleeping shopkeeper, tucking him in comfortably, before quietly leaving the bedroom. He made himself towards the other half of the breakroom and towards the couch, and pulled out the longer section to lie down. Turning off the lights and getting comfortable in the process, soon both of them were in a peaceful slumber.

The plan was a success.

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Barnaby suddenly awoke to a strange noise.

He blinked himself awake to the sudden sound, trying to make sense of his vision. He could make out the kitchenette and the television, and what couch he was on.

Ah, yes, he was at Howdy’s place.

The sun was pooling through the closed curtains and birds were chirping their morning song, signifying a new morning for the sleepy beagle. He slowly stood up from his position and stretched his arms and back wide behind him, popping anything that needed popping.

His attention soon turned to the strange noise that woke him up. It was shrill and loud, yet desperate, if it made sense. It was occasionally interrupted by a slight hiccup or sniffle, before going right back to the shrillness.

Was that… Howdy?

It had the same voice as Howdy, had the same pitch (albeit a tad higher than usual), he could recognize it from a mile away. But what exactly is making him wail this loud?

He had to go investigate.

Barnaby slowly got up from the couch and quietly made his way through the breakroom towards Howdy’s bedroom. He hesitantly knocked one, two, three times, making sure it was quiet but noticeable.

“Howdy? Is that you in there?” Barnaby asked, hands on hips and his face screwed up into that of concern. If his suspicions were correct that this was indeed his pre-pupated pal, then this was quite out of character of him. He wasn’t that open with his inner feelings as he didn’t want them interfering with work, so hearing him so distressed was… odd.

He was quite surprised to see the door swing open not long after he knocked, but what surprised him more was what answered the door: a shaky and teary-eyed Howdy, covered in a colorful blanket and his thumb halfway in his mouth. It took him by surprise for a bit, before quickly being replaced with a brotherly concern.

“Oh jeez… you okay, bud? What happened?” Barnaby said, resting a gentle paw on the shivering shopkeeper’s shoulder and rubbing it slowly. Howdy only sniffled and hiccuped, lowering his head and covering his face with his hands as he continued to cry. The blue beagle took that opportunity to hesitantly wrap his arms around the both of them in a comforting embrace, letting Howdy rest his head on his shoulder.

“Deep breaths, bud… let’s go over here, ok?” Barnaby said quietly and reassuringly, taking one of Howdy’s hands and leading them to the nearby sofa. The titular caterpillar sniffled, wiping his eyes with his hands and popping his free thumb back between his lips. They both trudged towards the comfy cushions, sitting comfortably beside each other with hands clasped gently. Barnaby leaned his friend’s head towards the crook of his neck, letting Howdy rest against him as the bigger dog began to rub his back slowly.

“Hasn’t been your best morning, huh buddy?”, Barnaby said, his voice low and quiet and reassuring. Howdy sniffed, nodding his head silently.

“How’s about I settle here until you’re up and running again, hm?”, the blue beagle suggested, “It don’t seem like you can even walk properly, let alone run a store like this. Not good shape for a guy like you, huh?”

Howdy furiously shook his head no at that notion.

“I know, I know,” the blue dog continued, “you wanna run it. We can always take a day off though, can’t we? It can’t hurt to lay low for at least a day. It’s only about one in a few hundred days, isn’t it?” The small caterpillar sat there for a bit, his head filled with thought. Barnaby scratched his noggin for an idea, then snapped his fingers once it came.

“How about this,” he started, “maybe I can stay and settle with you for the day until you’re feeling better? That way you won’t have to worry about feeling lonely, ok? How does that sound?” Howdy looked down to his feet, wringing his lower hands together in thought. He didn’t want to let the business down, and he felt bad that he was so upset when Barnaby found him.

However, he wasn’t wrong. He had been quite stressed for a few weeks, and he was teetering towards passing out and never getting out of bed. Plus, in his state, how would he run the shop? He could barely talk. It wasn’t an argument at this point, really. He needed this break.

Howdy hesitantly nodded.

“Good to hear, bub,” Barnaby said, squeezing him towards himself a bit tighter. He then stood up and wipe his paws on his vest, and turned back to Howdy.

“You mind if I hold you, bud?”, he asked, lowering himself to the smaller caterpillar’s level. Howdy nodded, holding out his lower arms and flexing the fingers in a grabbing motion. Barnaby gripped his sides and hooked his hands underneath his upper arms. He lifted him up slowly and rested the caterpillar on his hip.

“Now there, how’s about we get you dressed in something nice, m’kay? Those slacks don’t feel so good now, I can find something better for today.”

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[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 13: Kelvin Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 3k a/n: also it's been a while since I've seen Dressrosa so pls don't hate too hard lmfao first|next

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You were led into a room with a few injured people. “This is just the first wave of people. You are to heal them so that they can go back into battle,” your escort said. You sighed, nodding. “No shit.” You felt a smack at the back of your head and you cried out. “Watch your tone.” You glared at the person next to you, grumbling more insults, getting you another whack to the head. 

That’s when you noticed a very tiny person standing next to a row of people that were currently out of commission. She seemed to be arguing with an old lady. They looked up as you were brought over.

“And who is this?” the old woman demanded. You were pushed forward and you grumbled, glaring at the man who had escorted you here. Once you got out of here, it was game over for the bastard.

“Y/n. They have the same kind of power as the princess.” The old womans’ eyes lit up. “You mean the one from the island?” She looked at you with a wide smile. “Oh, well isn’t this just wonderful! This will speed everything up.” 

The grunt shoved you again, falling to your knees this time. You noticed the tiny person crying. “I don’t want to heal bad people anymore,” she cried. You looked at her before looking at the woman before you. Seems like she was prisoner too. “Don’t worry,” you said with a small smile. “We’ll get out of here before you know it.” She looked at you with wide, teary eyes.

“Do you really mean it?” You nodded, patting her on the head.

“Well, how touching. Lying to comfort her, are you?” the old hag taunted. You glared at the woman, standing up. “Who said I was lying?” Honestly, you were bluffing a little. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this, but you knew that you were. You were going to get out of here or die trying. You weren’t going to be a slave to these people.

You removed the cuffs on your hands, causing your escort to blanch. “H-How did you do that?” You looked at him, shrugging. “Oh, they’ve been undone. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment. I wasn’t going to try to take on Doflamingo and his lackeys on all by myself, that would be suicide.” You snorted, rubbing your wrists. You hated cuffs. They also would irritate the scars put there by previous pairs. All around annoying.

You pressed your hands to your necklace, your next movements as quick as light. You pulled out two daggers and sent them off in different directions. One hit the old hag in the shoulder and she cursed. The other hit the grunt in the leg, causing him to cry out and fall to the ground. You knelt down, putting your hand out for the little princess. She climbed into your hand and you set her on your shoulder. “I told you we’d get out of here.”

“Oh, golly. You’re amazing!” 

“Not so fast!” Damn, you should’ve known that it wouldn’t be enough to take down the old hag. Suddenly, the door flew open and next thing you knew, all the officers were connected and sewn to the old lady. You blinked. 

“Leo!” the princess shouted. You followed her gaze to another tiny person. Just how many of them were there? You saw a few more of them, your head reeling. Leo took one look at you and then readied himself. “Unhand our princess!” You blinked, stepping back.

“Uh, I think you’re mistaken…” You held your hands up. 

“No, Leo! They are here to help!” Leo seemed to relax at this and you put the princess down. You watched as the two bickered for a moment. “We don’t have time for this. Leo, take the princess. We need to head out of here. I’ll take care of anyone who stands in our way, so you focus on running okay?” You hated to interrupt…whatever that was, actually, no you didn’t. You had shit to do. 

Now that most of the officers were down, everything was in disarray and it was much easier to get around. Chaos was fully ensued. No one really stopped you and those that tried, you took down with ease. They were just grunts, after all. Not really meant for intense combat. A quick dagger to the leg or shoulder easily took them out of commission.

You ended up at the flower field. “Lady Rebecca! Robiland!” You reached a clearing with a group of people and you noticed Robin. “Robin!” She looked at you, smiling. “Y/n! You’re okay!” You nodded, sighing in relief. It was nice to see a familiar face after all the craziness.

The both of you caught each other up on what has been going on. You looked up to the very top plateau where Luffy was apparently fighting Doflamingo with Law. You believed in Luffy. You knew he would win. No matter what. You had to believe that. 

“Luffy!” You heard Robin call out his name and looked up. You saw him and felt a rush of relief but…your heart sank. Was that…Law? Was he…? You felt your whole world stop once more and you immediately began to blame yourself. Maybe you should’ve stayed with him. Maybe deciding that splitting up was a terrible idea. You swallowed hard, holding back tears.

“Robin! Y/n! Take care of Traffy! He’s hurt!” So, he wasn’t dead? Relief washed through you and you let out a breath you hadn’t exactly realized that you were holding. Luffy dropped Law down to the two of you, Robin catching him with a net of her arms and you ran over to him. You carefully set him on the ground, looking him over. You noticed his arm being detached. “What the hell happened up there?” you muttered softly.

Then you had a plan. “L-Leo! We need your help!” You had seen his power for yourself, after all. “And Mansherry, if you could also help…” You felt your voice betray you, beginning to crack. You cleared your throat. The two tontottas ran over to you, looking at Law. “Leo, if you could sew him up and Mansherry, if you could heal him, even if just a little, I would be forever in your debt,” you said. 

The two looked at you and smiled. “You protected us, remember! We’ll gladly help!” You felt like crying, but you knew it wasn’t the time nor place. You settled for a nod while thanking them. You watched as the two of them worked quickly. You looked up towards the top of the plateau, worry filling your heart, but you pushed it down. He will win - he had to.

You heard a giant crash and the castle began to crumble. “Follow me!” You looked up as the dust settled, noticing a young man dressed like a musketeer. “Who?” You blinked then noticed Law was in his arms. You pulled out a knife. “What do you think-” 

“Y/n, he’s not an enemy.” You looked towards Robin, nodding as you sheathed your knife.

“Put me down…” Your eyes snapped to Law’s limp form. “I need to watch this fight.” You watched as the man put down Law. “I’ve waited thirteen years for this, I’m going to watch Luffy take down Doflamingo.” You moved next to him. “I’ll stay here with him,” you said, looking at the other two. “You go.”

Law looked over at you, shocked to see you there. You could see the relief in his eyes as they laid upon your face. “You’re okay,” he said. You nodded, feeling your chest tighten. “I am. And it seems you are too. Well, as okay as you can be after being shot and having your arm cut off.” 

Robin looked at the both of you. “I trust you will be okay, then?” You looked at her, nodding. The other man shook his head. “I shall stay, too. I owe it to Luffy.” You looked at him, not even bothering to argue. “Sounds good,” you said.

Then Robin headed off with the others and you settled down with Law, his head resting in your lap. “Oh, by the way,” you said, pulling something out of your necklace. “I came across this on my way out here.” You pulled out his hat, placing it on his head. “Can’t forget your signature look.”

Law looked up at him, scoffing slightly. “In the midst of battle, you saved my hat?” 

“Who said it was a battle? It was just chilling there on the ground and I picked it up.” You rolled your eyes. “Well, seems like you’re just fine with your attitude,” you said. He just smirked.

You moved to pull a flask from your necklace.

“Drinking at a time like this, y/n?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. “I need you to drink some of this so that I can heal you up a bit more,” you said softly. He stared at you.

“So…he was right?” You nodded, not really knowing what to say at this moment. He let you help him drink some of the water. You placed a hand to his chest, closing your eyes and concentrating. You began to reset a few bones, holding back your own winces. Healing came at a price for you. You took some damage when it came to healing others. Not the same amount that was dealt, but some. It led to healing too much being deadly. 

You healed most of his cuts and bruises, him being able to sit up after a bit. It took a lot out of you and your body ached all over, but you hid that part. You didn’t want him to know.

You both watched the battle above for a moment before you spoke - ripping off the bandaid.

“I do remember, you know,” you said. Law looked at you, blinking. Time seemed to stand still - for just a moment. “I remember you and Corazon visiting my island.”

Law let out a soft chuckle. “You do? About time.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve known since Punk Hazard, dumbass. I just didn’t know if you did and when I realized that Corazon wasn’t with you…I didn’t want to open up a wound…” You frowned slightly. You recalled him scolding you for risking your life to save him. He had mentioned he didn’t want to lose someone else by them protecting him.

“I’ve remembered. For a while now.” His voice dropped. “I…didn’t know you had lost your people because of Doflamingo.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t know either. Until recently. Just like you saw.” You swallowed hard, looking down at your necklace. “But, I know that Luffy will beat him. He will avenge both of us.” You looked towards the plateau with a fond smile. 

Law looked at you for a long moment and you finally spoke again. Your tone was somber. “It happened a week after you both left. Doflamingo visited a week before the two of you arrived, then my island was destroyed a week after you left.” He stared at you with wide eyes. “A week?” You nodded.

“Fate has a cruel way of lining up our lives.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Corazon died a week after we left your island.” You stared at him with wide eyes this time. It all…happened at the same time? What was the reasoning in that? Was fate really that cruel? Not only were your loved ones pretty much killed by or because of the same person, but the same time too? 

“Is that what you meant? In Punk Hazard, you told me you didn’t want to lose someone like that again. Referring to me sacrificing myself to save you…” You looked at the ground. “Is that what Corazon did?”

Law nodded. “He sacrificed himself so that I could keep on living.” His voice was soft and you could hear the pain. Before he could say more, you both heard a crash followed by Luffy’s voice ringing through the air.

“GEAR FOUR!” You stared, mouth opening. Another gear? Just how many did he have up his sleeve? He really did become stronger during the two year gap. This was your first time seeing him fight since you ran into him again.

You both watched as he sent Doflamingo flying into the town. You noticed Luffy was now a…giant rubber ball? You blinked, narrowing your eyes to try and see him better. “He’s using too much Haki. Is he going to be able to beat him before he runs out?” you muttered, slightly concerned. Sometimes Luffy didn’t exactly think things that far. 

You watched as Luffy relentlessly pummeled Doflamingo and for a moment, it seemed like he defeated him. “Did he?” 

“Wait, look.” You looked at Law before following his gaze upward. The birdcage. It was still up. You looked back to Luffy. “That’s not good. He has to be running on fumes by now, too.” Worry filled your chest. Then you suddenly saw him deflate and that worry grew. “Oh, Luffy,” you mumbled.

You heard a crash from above you and saw someone bounding down to the ground. “Did that man just jump?” You blinked. Law looked equally confused. “I guess so?” You watched as he bounded over to your friend. “Luffy!” You leaned forward, closer to the edge without really thinking. Then you noticed someone step in the way. You narrowed your eyes. Was that?

Then you felt the edge of the cliff give away and you almost toppled forward. You felt someone grab you by the scruff of your collar and pull you back. You landed against something that was solid, but not quite ground. Looking up, you realized it was Law. “Uh…” You felt your face warm as you moved out from his lap. “Sorry,” you mumbled, turning back to the events unfolding.

He sighed, shaking his head. “You really need to pay attention. You could’ve died.” He rolled his eyes, settling next to you as the two of you watched below. “I have to go help him,” you said, standing up and dusting yourself off. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Well, I can’t just sit here?” 

Law sighed, standing up with you with a groan. Your healing helped him some but you knew he was still in a lot of pain. “Then I’m going too.” You looked at each other for a moment before nodding. “Sounds good.”

Then you both made your way to the streets below, quickly finding your way to Luffy who was on some guy’s back. “We’ll take it from here,” you both said. The man looked from Luffy to the two of you and nodded. “Here he is then.” You took Luffy in your arms, settling down on the ground, tucked away in an alley somewhere. You had Luffy’s head in your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair. You watched him with worry as he slept, Law watching you. 

“He’ll make it through. He’ll win,” he reassured you. You looked to him and nodded. “I know, but can’t help it.” You let out a weak laugh.

You pulled out your flask, pouring some on Luffy’s chest before beginning to heal him. You wouldn’t be able to do a lot, but anything to give him an extra boost for when he woke up. “I thought you had to drink it?” You looked over to Law as you worked, feeling your body ache even more.

“Ah, yeah. That’s the best way for it to work, but this will work too. Just not as quick or effective.” You looked back down at Luffy before hearing a voice ring out. You looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. “What is that?” you mumbled.

It spoke of Luffy’s courageous efforts here in Dressrosa and pretty much hyped him up. Your heart warmed to hear so many people admire one of the people you admired most. One of the people you cared about most. You looked down at Luffy and smiled. “Hear that?” you mumbled. Then the countdown began and Luffy opened his eyes. He looked at you, groaning.

You smiled at him. “Good morning, kiddo,” you teased softly, feeling like you were getting ready to cry. He slowly sat up, collecting himself. “Y/n.” You looked at him, blinking. “Yes?” 

He stood up, brushing off his pants, the countdown still going. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Mingo pays for what he’s done to you and everyone else.” Your eyes widened at his words. How did he know? You looked to Law, who mouthed an apology. You assumed he said something when they were fighting together. Then you looked back to Luffy and nodded. “Go get ‘em, kiddo.” 

He nodded. And with that, he took off again.

You stood up, heading to the edge of the alleyway, watching. You felt Law move with you, standing close to you. You noticed he seemed to be struggling to do just that, so you slid your arm around his waist and he placed his arm over your shoulder as he leaned into you.

“It’s almost over,” you mumbled. He nodded, looking like he was ready to pass out again. “It’s almost over,” he confirmed. You both turned your heads towards the sounds of fighting. You watched as the fight took itself back into midair and before you knew it - it was over. Doflamingo had tried a new trick with his strings, but it didn’t stand a chance against your friend’s resolve. 

Then you notice Luffy deflate and begin to fall. “Oh no.” Law stood up, raising his hand. A few moments later, Luffy was right above the two of you and you caught him in your arms as he fell not far from you. Law must have switched him places to soften the blow. “Luffy!” You held him, relief and pride coursing through you. “Good job, Luffy,” you mumbled, placing a kiss to his forehead. 

You watched as the birdcage disappeared and the announcer claimed Luffy as victor. The city erupted in cheers and screams. You smiled widely, looking down at the man in your lap before looking over to Law who sat next to you with a grunt. “He won.” Law nodded. “He won.”

[nixotinix]

So I've written my fair share of fanfictions with Jax and Holt as central characters. But so have a lot of other people! So, as a short little post today, because I have a busy day, here's my fave freaky fab fanfics when it comes to the Jekyll/Hyde twins!

--We Must Run, Else We Fall by Imaybeanartist--

Words: 29,371 - Chapters: 2/? - UNFINISHED [ends on a cliffhanger] -- [10/10] Literally one of the best fanfics I have ever read. And that is not an exaggeration. -- A dystopia AU in which all monsters have been outlawed from the US and military and law enforcement have been given permission to kill on sight. The story follows a few different monsters and their families as they (try to) escape the country. Link can be found here:

--The Hyde-brid Strife series by Ace_of_Turtles--

Fics: 3 - Words: 17,864 - Series unfinished, vaguely connected oneshots - [10/10] A really awesome series about Jackson and Holt exploring the ins and outs of their Jekyll/Hyde anatomy. A lot of learning new things, mild crisises, and so many awesome monster puns. Link can be found here:

--You Must Suffer Me to Go My Own Dark Way by ThisIsNew--

Chapters: 6/6 - Words: 7,809 - Completed - [9/10] If you like hurt no comfort, golly gee is this the fic for you. It chronicles 5 separate occasions where Jax almost dies and the one time Holt actually does. If you aren't a big fan of hurt no comfort, mayyyybe pass. But its a very well written fic that I think deserves a read! Link can be found here:

--Divide by Latenightsgunfights--

Chapters: 1/1 - Words: 1,421 - Ship: Deuce/Jackson/Holt - Completed Oneshot - [10/10] A short and sweet fic about Holt freaking out when their trigger changes from turning into Jackson or Holt. Some very good hurt/comfort. Link can be found here:

--You're Still Here by LaLlorona--

Chapters: 1/1 - Words: 1,811 - Ship: Deuce/Jackson/Holt - Completed Oneshot - [9/10] Again, a short and sweet hurt/comfort fic. Noticing a pattern in my reading habits? This one follows Jackson and Deuce working on and talking out what happened at the Trick or Treatment. Because the J/H twins really deserve to talk that out with a licensed psychotherapist, but Deuce is a good alternative. Link can be found here:

I'll probably update this later with some of my other fave fics centering around our boys. But for now.. that's all, folks!

[only-in-december]

I just rewatched the Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow". And oh by golly do I have a ton of headcanons and ideas regarding what happened in the Other-Jim's timeline, as well as how that affects La'an when she gets back to her own timeline. And since you obviously want to know about all of my thoughts on this, I will share them.🙂

This is gonna be a long one, lads and lasses. So buckle your seatbelts.

Also, Spoilers for season 2 of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds below the cut.

All ideas I'm about to talk about stem from the fact that I am convinced that the first thing to convince Jim to help La'an get her timeline back, was the fact that in her timeline, Sam was still alive. He would risk his entire universe, just to know that his brother was still there. (Just to be 100% clear, I do have eyes and can see that he and La'an developed feelings for each other. Obviously. I'm just talking about before that happened. The look on his face when she said that she knew Sam. Getting his brother back was a first priority, I think.)

There are two main ideas that I have. I'll start with the first one I came up with:

George Samuel Kirk, and James Tiberius Kirk were both born on the SS Iowa. Three years apart.

Growing up during an intergalactic war wasn't easy, and at some point, they made a pact to keep each other safe. No matter what.

Sam learned at a young age how to do whatever it took to keep himself and his brother safe. Even if that meant killing someone.

Sam joined the fight first. He was a soldier and a protecter. And that's what Jim thinks of first when he thinks of his brother.

Sam dies in some sort of suicide mission in order to save the Enterprise. To save his brother.

When La'an and Jim first meet, it's been a minimum of five years since that day. Maybe more.

At some point, Jim asks La'an about what his brother is like in her timeline, which leads to them comparing and contrasting about Sam Kirk, and learning that the two were very VERY different.

The Sam that Jim knew would never shave his face because "The Romulans aren't going to leave us alone for a minute because we need a shave." And he barely if ever would even trim the hair on his face. (La'an laughs at the thought of her timeline's Sam with a shaggy beard.)

Jim's Sam knew how to shoot to kill. He would run first into the fight, just to make sure that everyone made it out alive. And La'an almost wishes she could've met that Sam.

When Jim mentions that he always thought of his brother as a peacemaker and a pacifist that never had the chance to learn what peace was, La'an is glad to be able to tell him that in her timeline, Sam isn't a fighter. He doesn't know how to aim to kill, and would rather run than fight. And Jim smiles at hearing that.

When they think that maybe Jim can come to La'an's timeline, he stops to himself and thinks about seeing Sam again.

It wouldn't be his Sam.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that taught him how to play chess so that he wouldn't hear the sounds of war outside the window.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that would smack him on the back of the head when he ran into a firefight, only to do the same thing almost immediately after.

It wouldn't be the same Sam who wished for a time where he didn't have to fight to keep them safe.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that he watched die.

But for all their differences, the two Sams were very much alike.

Both enjoyed studying biological sciences. (That was one thing that made Jim's Sam so deadly.)

Both Sams had the same Kirk stubbornness, which meant they would never back down.

They both had an annoying habit of saying the wrong things at the worst possible times.

Most importantly, both Sams loved their "idiot" younger brothers.

La'an found all of the differences amusing, and I think she probably wondered just how different the Jim in her own timeline was, from the man that was sitting next to her. The man that she was starting to fall for.

And when things went wrong, his last words were, "Tell Sam I said 'hi'." Even at the end, he thought about his brother.

And La'an went home, alone.

She was told that she wasn't allowed to discuss what happened with anybody. Ever.

She probably avoided Sam for a while. Because even though she never met the Other Sam, she didn't have to.

Sam and Jim look just enough alike for it to be painful. They have the same look in their eyes. Even though Sam's are dark and Jim's are hazel, the light in them is the same.

They also talk in the same way. La'an didn't know that until she got back, but Sam and Jim both use their hands in the same way when they talk. And the way that they shrug with one shoulder, the way they move their mouths when they're thinking. The little things add up.

So La'an just avoids Sam like the plague.

Until eventually, when she's had time to properly process everything that happened. (Sometime post "Subspace Rhapsody" I think would be best.)

She finally catches Sam alone in a turbolift.

She doesn't look at him, and he thinks that he must have done something wrong.

And she just says three words. "Jim says 'hi'."

She fulfills her friend's dying wish. And then she doesn't say anything else, and just gets off as soon as the doors open back up.

Sam knows that something else is going on for two reasons:

One, he just spoke to Jim less than five minutes before.

And two, his Big Brother Instincts were blaring red alert. She was a little sister that needed help.

I don't know if he acted on the Big Brother Instincts or not, but that can be left open to interpretation.

The other concept that I have, follows the same as the first one for the first few bullet points, with one major big change: Other Timeline Sam was closer in additude to Main Timeline Sam.

Instead of being a fighter, Sam was always the one that would hide from the fight. This is partly what prompted Jim to be the one to fight in the war.

Despite his own self-proclaimed cowardice, Sam worked hard to try and protect his brother. Which is what led to his untimely demise.

Instead of dying in a suicide mission to protect the Enterprise, it was something more like a Romulan got on board and was trying to get to Jim

So Sam did what any big brother would in that moment. He kept his baby brother safe.

Claiming to be Jim (or something. Details aren't specific right now.) Sam ends up dying. He managed to kill the intruder too.

Jim doesn't get to his brother in time. By the time he gets there, Sam's dead. And that moment shapes him.

It's still around five years after that, that La'an and Jim meet.

They still end up comparing Sams, but this time, they're surprised by how much alike the two are.

The biggest difference that the two can find is that Jim's Sam was clean shaven.

Jim this time is more hopeful about seeing his brother again. He's sure that there are tons of differences between the two that they don't know about. (La'an and Sam aren't exactly close.)

But what matters to him is that the two Sams are similar enough.

When Jim dies, this time, La'an avoids Sam even harder. She can't bear to look at the man that Other Timeline Jim wanted to see so badly.

The similarities between the brothers are too much. It makes her angry, just as much as it makes her sad. So she avoids Sam.

She walks out of the room as soon as he walks in.

She doesn't even look at the turbolift if she can hear him talking.

Sam's starting to think that he's done something to make her mad at him. It's not like they ever talked much before, but now? Something definitely happened.

In this version of events, she avoids talking to Sam for way longer than she did in the other one. Even after she sorta comes to terms with everything that happened.

It takes some sort of outside intervention to get them talking. (Idk what though. An away mission or something like that maybe? It's not like anyone is shoving them in a room together or anything like that. Aside from the two of them, I don't think anyone else really notices or cares all that much.)

When she does finally say her three words to him, it's a little more angry. They got into a fight because Sam made a comment that his brother doesn't care that much about him. (Don't ask me why that would even come up. It just does. Go with it.)

She yells at him, telling him what Jim's last words were.

She doesn't want to even look at him. Because looking at the Sam that Other Timeline Jim would have been so excited to see hurts, especially when that same Sam is claiming that his brother wouldn't care if anything happens to him.

Maybe it all spills out. Well, not all of it. But some of the big parts. The part where a different version of Sam's brother died in her arms.

The part where the last thing he said was to tell Sam he said hi.

The part where Other Timeline Jim missed his big brother so much that he was willing to destroy the entire life that he knew just to see him again.

By the end of that, she's sobbing. And so is he, really.

Sam apologizes for saying what he did. He didn't know how it would hurt her. (He still doesn't quite believe everything she said. But he really didn't mean to upset her.)

La'an doesn't respond to him, and just walks away.

She doesn't avoid him as much after that.

[frothingatthemaw]

okay i dont think itll fit in one ask but here we go (and by it haha well lets justr say the entire podcast)

MAG 1 anglerfish

the magnus institute is a research organization for the supernatural (oooOOoOoO). they take statements of people who have had Paranormal™ experiences !! jonathan sims believes most of them are fake.

our beloved head archivist jonathan "jon" sims was promoted (by the head of the institute) (elias bouchard) from researcher to !! head archivist !! of the magnus institute, london !!!! because the one before him (gertrude robinson) is missing (oooooo) (she died). the year is 2016 and he started at the institute in 2012 also i might give you specific episodes later just so you can hear peoples voices yk yk

but !! he has been assigned two (three (3)) assistants !! tim stoker, sasha james, and martin blackwood !! he Does Not like martin.

the archives are VERY disorganized !! the files are not all in their right boxes and the boxes have some strange labels like 86-91 G/H

most of the (thousands of) statements are handwritten or typed on a typewriter, with no digital/audio copy. "in fact, i believe the first computer to ever enter this room is the laptop i have brought in today". he is making audio recordings of statements. also. this is all recorded on a tape recorder. (attempts to record many of the statements on his laptop have been met with significant audio distortion) (but not all of them) (btw a lot of this is direct quotes. i am not currently listening to tma i just know it) (what autism does to a mf)

because the investigation and research isnt included in the files, tim, sasha, and martin have to do supplementary research. and he will Read them at the end of each statement. but since its super super disorganized the order of the statements is. not. like there just is no order its random

BUT !!!!! statement time

statement of nathan watts. regarding an encounter on old fishmarket close, edinburgh. statement given april 22, 2012.

statements are given in first person but im just gonna summarize

SO. this guy is at college (or uni as the brits say) (for biochem) (it was a few years before he gave the statement thats probably important to note) and he has a weird birthday + took a gap year so hes like 2 years older than his classmates which means he tends to hang out with older students

so hes at a party for his friend michael mccauley because he got accepted into an earth science masters and theyre down at a place drinking very disruptively so they have the place to themselves

so now hes drunk so he decides to walk (30 minutes) (very hilly) home (he did resist going home but he went anyways a bit later) but so hes walking home and he has a bit of a tumble stumble (on account of the hills) (steep) (he is drunk) so he has a cigarette to calm himself

suddenly (gasp) there is a Guy in an alleyway next to him and he asks "can i have a cigarette" and so our man nathan is a bit unnerved but he holds out a cigarette nonetheless but the alley guy doesnt move and keeps Swaying (hes swaying) and says it again

the guy had a Blank face and was lookin kinda sickly and was Swaying some more (from the waist)

so then the alley guy asks again and then statement giver nathan is like. woahg that guys mouth is not moving. so then he looks at Alley Figures feet and well gosh golly they are not on the ground

so he drops his cigarette and turns on his phone flashlight but then the Alley Figure disappears (folding in by the waist) (like they were tied to a string that suddenly got pulled tight)

so hes looking in the alleyway and he sees nothing. its just a boring old alley.

so he goes back to the Public where there are People due to it is Public and goes home the rest of the way in a taxi. and then he goes to bed mimimi

and then the next day after doing hangover stuff he goes to the Spot again to look at it while the Sun is out. but nothing happens. and there is an unsmoked cigarette (marlboro red)

he looks it up and theres nothing. he tells his friends and they go erm well you were drunk but hes never hallucinated while drunk but nobody believes him

and then a few days later a student disappears. john fellows. who was at the party longer than nathan and in the picture on his missing poster he has a pack of marlboro red cigarettes in his pocket (woahg)

nathan has not quit smoking. but he does take more taxis

STATEMENT ENDS

what a first episode !! crazy right so now the research

- no evidence to prove this. our beloved archivist was going to refile this statement in the discredited section that he made because hes a skeptic

- BUT. sasha (love her) found missing person reports from between 2005 and 2010 and there were six (6) people who went missing there in those years

- jessica mc something in 05

- sarah baldwin in 06

- daniel raulings(?) in december 06

- ashley dobbson? and meghan shorr in may and june 08

- john fellows in march 2010

they were all unsolved !! baldwin and shorr were smokers but we dont know about the rest

sasha also found the last picture taken by ashleys phone that was sent to her sister, captioned "check out this drunk creeper, LOL" (pls note he says el oh el like the letters personally offended him its really funny) except the picture is an empty alleyway (the same one described in the statement)

sasha increased contrast and it shows the outline of a very long hand at waist height of ur average guy. and the hand looks like its beckoning.

END EPISODE ONE

i love tma so much bro why can't my stupid brain let me do anything..... guys can't have anything around here smh smh /silly

i love you jon so bad.....

also. i did listen to this episode but my brain got a little confused with it (i cannot visualize things in my brain well) so this has made me understand this episode a hell of a lot better, thank you <3 this was so pleasant to read, it's laid out very well and very informative for the shorter formant <3 thank you beloved arson!!!!!!! doing god's work for me fr

i also want to note i have listened/read the first 5 episodes (6 being the next i haven't heard), but i would love to hear more even about the episodes i do know, because you telling me about them helps me a lot to understand all of it better :] no pressure though but feel 100% free to come back and do this anytime at all, i would genuinely love to hear more <333

thank you again, love hearing about this ^v^