#givying him the world

[anonyb0b]

After everything that is happening to Todd in lwys

Bro needs to go back to therapy or have a cry

I feel so bad for him

I AGREEEEEE POOR GUYYY

[gemini-sensei]

My Best Friend, Really? | Jaime Reyes x Chubby!Reader

CW: spoilers for the movie, secret relationship, sneaking around, steamy but no smut. Request: What abt the reader being bsfs with Milagro and secretly dating Jaime? Tags: @elisiassideb1tch A/N: I love this but I'm not sure I did it justice, so I hope you all enjoy it <3

The Reyes home was familiar and homey everytime Reader came over, even after it was destroyed and needed a lot of repair. There was never a dull moment in that home, so of course Reader was there to help clean up and start over. No matter what, she'd always be there for her best friend Milagro.

It didn't hurt that Milagro's brother Jaime was smoking hot.

Reader was around so much, she knew about Jaime's secret. She was there to witness the Scarab choose him and it freaked her out. Everything that happened after - with Victoria Kord and Mr. Reyes dying - she saw them through it. She was there for Milagro and the whole Reyes family. She even helped save him.

It was also the even that pushed them together.

After everything, when they had a moment alone, Jaime approached her...

"Reader," he said, voice trailing off as he looked for the right words to say. "I know this has been a lot for you, trust me I know. But I'm glad you were there with my family, I mean, you're practically a part of my family."

"That's sweet," Reader had said, smiling. For a moment, it hurt. She thought he saw her as another younger sister, not something more. Her little crush on his was, well, crushed. But only for a moment. "Thanks for thinking of me that way."

"No, shit," he let out and licked his lips. "That's not what I meant."

"So I'm not like family?"

"You are but you're not."

"Jaime, you're not making any sense..."

"I'm sorry, this is coming out all wrong and- whoa!"

The Scarab, Khaji Da as Reader had come to know it, had used its connection to Jaime to push him into her. It's arms came out to brace against the wall, protecting him as always but effectively pinning Reader to the wall behind her. She stared up at him as he stammered an apology, but she wasn't listening very well. All she heard were the implications Khaji was trying to tell her. So, she took a leap of faith:

"Just kiss me already."

He smiled and did just that.

And while the beginning of their relationship was beautiful and bloomed into something fantastic and wonderful, there was one thing keeping them from sharing it with the rest of the world: Milagro.

She was rather vocal about her brother "staying out of their business" when Reader came over to hang out. When they were young, they'd go to her room and spend time trying new makeup styles to match their clothes, doing each other's nails as they talked about school and movies and whatever was happening in their lives. Jaime was never invited to such things. Whenever Reader took too long getting a drink from the fridge, it was because Jaime stopped her and Milagro would come in to drag her away.

"Go make your own friends," she'd say and stick her tongue out at him.

As they got older, the attraction between Jaime and Reader became too much to deny and they didn't try to stop it. They only hide it from his sister.

But as Reader walked up to the Reyes house, she realized how hard that becoming. When she sat with Milagro in the living room, watching TV, she realized how badly she wanted Jaime on her other side. The two laughed at the TV and made fun of the characters when they made dumb decisions, but deep down Reader wasn't having as much fun. She got too easily distracted when Jaime walked through the room.

Milagro caught her and groaned, rolling her eyes back in a dramatic eye roll. "You're not even paying attentions anymore."

"Sorry," Reader said and turned her attention to her best friend. She smiled even though he eyes wanted to cut back to Jaime. "Maybe we should watch something else? Or go out? We could go to the mall and make fun of all the poorly dressed mannequins."

Milagro hummed, giving her friend a strange look. Jaime walked through again and sparred Reader a look, smiling her way, making Milagro sigh. "Yeah, let's go. Are you driving?"

"You know it," Reader giggled.

That was only the beginning of everything coming undone.

As time passed, Milagro noticed her brother wearing stupid goofy grins whenever he was texting on his phone. He was out a little more than usual, aside from being the great hero Blue Beetle - though he definitely tried to use that as an excuse sometimes. She was keen on taking note of his avoiding questions about a girlfriend from their mother and nana. He was hiding a partner, Milagro just knew it, not that she could prove it though.

She tried to tease him for it but he brushed her off, saying things like "If I had a girlfriend, would you think I'd bring her around?" to which she'd say that if he did, she'd just tell his girlfriend all the embarrassing secrets she has on him. He'd rebuttal with "Another reason not to bring a girl here," with a heavy sigh.

One day, when Milagro was out, Jaime invited Reader over. They had the house to themselves as the rest of his family had gone shopping. They didn't have a lot of time, but it was enough for the two of them. They lay on his bed, entangled in each other as their lips melded together. Reader pushed her fingers into Jaime's soft hair and smiled into the kiss, almost breaking it. He nipped at her lower lip, making her moan.

Things were growing hot and Jaime pinned Reader to the mattress, straddling her hips to keep her down. He pulled away and muttered, "You're so beautiful, mi amor."

She smiled as he sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off. Her hands wandered his slender waist and up to his toned muscles. He was too hot, burning her up just because she was looking at him.

"It should be illegal to be this hot," she told him.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her once more. His hands slid up her waist and squeezed her sides, making her moan and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of her hands went back into his hair, curling her fingers into the thick locks and tugging lightly. He moaned loudly, which would make her giggle if it weren't for his tongue exploring ever crevice of her mouth.

She gently bucked her hips up to further tease him, feeling his hard-on poke her belly. He groaned again and she knew she had him right where she wanted him, making noise and nearly whimpering for her, so she continued the motion.

He pulled away when it became too much. "Oh fuck, Reader, you're gonna-"

The door swung open with a lough exclamation of "Aha!" followed by a shocked "Oh my God!"

The couple turned to the bedroom door, where Milagro stood under its archway with wide eyes. They didn't say anything, shocked and embarrassed to have been caught like this.

They knew she was closing in on them, at least on her brother and his mysterious girlfriend. However, they had not yet figured out a way to tell her about them. Now they didn't have to worry about telling her at all, but this was exponentially worse than what they thought it could have been.

"My best friend, really?" Milagro asked, staring her brother down. Then she turned her attention to Reader. "My brother? Are you serious?"

Reader opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as she realized she didn't know what to say. Everything in her heart combatted her brain and she didn't know what was the right and wrong thing to say. She looked at Jaime, who had moved himself off of her to sit beside her. They were still very close, his bed only a single mattress which gave them little space to do much.

"Mili, I-" Jaime started, realizing that he needed to be the one to say something. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

She shook her head. "Oh, don't even try that."

"I'm serious," he said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on. "We wanted to tell you, but we just didn't know how."

"Well, let me help you out there," she said, smiling wide and obviously fake. She put on a pleasant voice. "Hey, sis, I just wanted to let you know that I'm fucking your best friend. Is that okay with you? What? It isn't? Well, about that..."

"It's not like that," Reader said, putting her face in her hands to hide the embarrassment she was feeling at that implication. She didn't blame her for thinking that, she'd literally walked in on them about to get it on, if they were even gonna go that far. She took a deep breath and looked up at Milagro. "We really like each other... we have for a while."

The sweet words Jaime had told Reader came to mind, how he'd always thought of her as beautiful. How when he thought he was going to lose everything, she was a part of that everything. She was a big part of his life and that wasn't going to change no matter what. They were close and it was an undeniable fact how that closeness had morphed into love.

"Please, don't be mad at her," Jaime said, looking back at Reader with soft, beautiful eyes. He stared at her for a moment before turning back to his sister and telling her, "I told her that you wouldn't like this. It's my fault it all happened like this. We just didn't want to upset you."

Milagro scoffed. "I'm not upset that you are together. I'm shocked Reader would wanna be with you. I mean, she was here for the kiddie pool incident. I'm more upset that you think I'd be upset about it. Yeah, you're my brother-" she looked at Reader next, "and you're my best friend, you didn't have to hide this from me."

"We're so sorry," Reader said, the guilt finally eating her up. However, with the secret exposed, it was starting to shift and disappear. Her heavy heart wasn't so heavy anymore. "We overthought it, I guess."

"Yeah, you did," Milagro sighed. She shook her head with a little eye roll. "So, how long?"

"Huh?" Jaime let out.

"How long have you two been sneaking around?"

"Four months."

"I knew it," she said and pointed a finger in her brother's face. "At least now you can't deny you have a girlfriend."

"Are you serious right now? That's what you're most concerned with?"

Reader giggled as she watched the siblings banter with one another. It brought some familiarity back to the situation and she was thankful for it. There was nothing better than having her best friend and her boyfriend getting along, well as much as they usually did at the very least.

"Just don't make out with me around, I don't need to see that," Milagro said. She stuck her tongue out in disgust to make her point. Then she moved her hands in circles to gesture to the room. "And whatever you two were about to do in here, don't do it when I'm home. O r actually, don't do it here at all. I don't wanna know you guys do it here."

It was Jaime's turn to roll his eyes. "Well, since you brought it up, you should know that we-"

"Ah! No, leave me out of it," she said and turned to leave. "Keep it to yourselves!"

Jaime smirked and turned to Reader, who was a little flustered after that. He eased it with a small kiss and sighed. "I guess we can always go to your place..."

"That might be for the best," she giggled. However, the mood was ruined, and all she had to say for now was, "She took that well."

They laughed together he hugged her, pulling her close to kiss the side of her face. She fell into a fit of giggles as he pulled her to lay with him on the bed, holding her close. It was all she needed at that moment and it was perfect. Though she expected a lot of teasing in the coming days, which was okay by her. She could take it so long as her boyfriend was by her side and receiving the same amount, likely more, of treatment.

[littlebabyyd0ll]

12. christmas shopping, daddy!steve rogers

— while doing some last minute shopping in new york, little!reader finds herself crumbling down. her daddy is the only solution to the problem.

— daddy!steve rogers x little!reader (feat. bucky)

— angst! dd/lg tones. reader cries a lot. panic attack? much comfort, mentions of reader being able to push their hair back and the cold turning their skin red. hyperfem!reader? bucky being an angel <3

— word count: 2000+

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A heavy crinkle and a solid rip become louder than the crowd around you, arm pulled back by the force of someone barging into you in the massive crowd. A small gasp left your lips as your body turned slightly, knocking into Steve, who was right behind you. His hand lay tight on your shoulder, ensuring you don't get lost in the sea of bobbing heads and frantic shoppers. The shove doesn't phase him, completely moving when your weight falls against him. Its not that he doesn't notice, but his head is somewhere else entirely. What with Christmas approaching, it doesn't become difficult for Steve to get distracted. He loves the holidays, always has, but ever since coming out of the ice, his mind has become clouded with frosty memories of the freezing cold.

"S-sorry," you call out, even though whoever ripped your bag most definitely shoved you, not the other way around. Your head drops downwards, hairs framing your face as you study the damage to your bag. Thankfully, all of its contents were still in place, the hole covered from the inside by a thick cable cardigan that you'd purchased for a certain Sokovian redhead.

"You okay, baby?" It's almost as though you can feel the blood rushing through your head, ears becoming tinted in the cold air and at the sudden flush of being bumped into. Steve's voice is hard to hear over the hustle and bustle of New York City. Though familiar, it seems to float in the wind, as though falling further and further away from you.

"Yeah," you murmur sheepishly with a miniscule nod, not wanting to cause any form of upset. You hate the thought of Steve being distressed, and knowing what the holiday season did to him, it seemed a far better option to keep the peace.

His large hand rubs over your pink coat, a silent notion to show that he heard you. It doesn't take much for you to be in need of Steve's physical touch - he can't even count the amount of times that you'd come bundling towards him when he walks through the door, you sweet little 'Daddy!' floating through the air as he lifts you into his arms. All the nights that you refuse to untangle yourself from his arm, all four of your limbs wrapped around one of his. Even in your sleep, you refuse to leave his side. Even when he plaits your hair so gently, you can't help but turn you head and plant a soft kiss against his knuckles. His sweet little girl - always so gentle and needy. He wouldn't change it for the world, which is why when your little mitten covered fingers find his gloveless ones, he can't help but feel a little brighter.

But he can hear it. You might not be able to, what with your lacking in super solider abilities and with the masses around you, but now that he's more aware of what's going on around him, Steve picks it u almost instantly. Your heart is beating quicker. Sure, there's the way that your heart always beats around him; slightly quicker, missing a beat or two in the depths of your excitement. But this is different. Panicked, shakier.

With furrowed brows and shuffled steps, Steve leans down closer to you, bending to try and match your much shorter height. "Do you wanna leave, Bunny? We can go any time you want to."

Still, you shook your head no. "I'm okay, Daddy." The words are quiet and small, causing the captain's concerns to grow. Sometimes you got sheepish in public, and that's okay. But you barely ever call him by his title in front of the other Avengers, let alone in public. reluctantly, he stands back up straight, giving your gloved hand a gentle squeeze. You shiver slightly in the cold, little nose tinted by the snowy air.

For a while, things do seem okay. You mutter quietly as you look around shops, stand by idly as fas ask to take pictures with the one and only Captain America, insist that its your fault when someone stands on your foot. But it all comes crashing down as you step out of a fancy shop.

You're happily murmuring, pleased with the gift that you'd just managed to score for Sam, when someone's form collides right with yours. You slip, falling down the last step and into the icy streets below with a gasp.

"Watch where you're walking, asshole!" the passerby shouts, completely ignorant to the distress that they had caused. They go on their merry way, bumping against more members of the public and spewing out profanities.

But the damage is done. You're already crying by the time that you rise on your wobbly knees, trembling like a leaf and calling out for Steve. He's behind you in an instant, picking up the fallen shopping bags from the floor and thanking those who quickly help. And then he's up, looking down into your shimmery eyes as you whine for him. Rushing forward and burying yourself in his chest, you cry out, "h-hurts, daddy!"

It's a blur, really, how he gets you back to the compound so quickly. Even with you quivering in his arms, Steve works fast and with agility you could only ever wish to possess. He even brushes past Bucky, who had opened up his arms in invitation for you - as he did most days when you returned from being out far too long. The look on his face is twisted, hurt by the lack of notice. But then, as he turns to watch Steve's back retreat into your shared room, it all makes sense. Your little face, flushed and stained with tears looks cold and frightened, eyes glimmering against the warm lights of the Christmas tree, stacked with neatly wrapped gifts underneath. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you, hair dishevelled and lip wobbling, clambering onto Steve with another whine, gloved hands shaking in the fabric of his coat. A sob slips from your throat, and Bucky watches Steve try his best to soothe you all the while walking, bouncing you gently. The shopping bags crash rom Steves hands the second you both pass the threshold. And then, the door shuts.

He tries hard to put you down onto the bed, but you just can't let yourself leave his hold. More cries escape your lips, followed by little 'n-no!'s, hiccuped and rushed. You hold onto him tighter than you ever have before. Steve adores feeling needed as much as you make him feel needed, but his heart aches at the presence of your distress.

"C'mon, baby." He tries hard to coax you, warm hand running up and down your back. "Daddy just wants to help you. Let Daddy help you, Angel." Your tears have soaked into the fabric of his blue sweater. "Don't cry, sweet girl. please don't cry." He speaks again, having given up trying to put you down onto the cotton sheets. "We're gonna make it better, it's gonna be okay, you're okay." He holds you into him, all the while subtly shuffling you coat out of your shaking arms and down to the floor. As your face digs down into his shoulders he makes quick work of your shower, slipping them off effortlessly. "There we go, good girl. Good girl for letting Daddy take care of you, huh? You're so brave, baby, doing such a good job for me."

You twitch at the sound of his praise. His gentle voice aids you out of his shoulder. Steve pushes your hair back, past your ear before his palm lowers slightly, resting upon your tear soaked cheek. The sandy haired man rubs his thumb upon the surface of your skin, looking down at his whole world, all bundled in his arms and seeking comfort from him, only him. Your lip wobbles, "d-doin' good for you?" If possible, his heart breaks all over again at the shake in your voice.

Steve nods wholeheartedly, eyes soft and loving. "The best job, honey. Daddy's so proud of you." Subconsciously, your little head nods, reciprocating his actions without realising. Steve can't help but smile. His skin is tender against yours, tracing the fine lines of your face with his thumb. His ocean blue eyes shift in real time, taking in every ounce of your slowly calming form. You still tremble slightly and your hands are still covered by the white mittens that you put on hers ago, but your tears have began to stop. Sobs haven't escaped your lips for a solid minute, and you've taken to soothing yourself with his thumb. ever so slowly it had crept towards your wobbling lips, and there it settled peacefully. The tiny suckles feel familiar against Steve's calloused thumb, always on offer when the world overwhelms you a little too much. Even as your rapid heartbeat slows, Steve still shushes you gently, pressing delicate kisses onto your cool forehead. Back and forth he sways you both slightly, consoling you in any way possible.

It takes a mountain of effort, but eventually you daddy gets you out of your snow ridden clothes. he laid you down onto the mattress, underwear covered form shivering in the cold, insisting that you hold tightly on to your stuffed bunny. You bring the bunny to your face, burying your nose in the familiar scent of his fur as Steve pulls the pyjama bottoms up your legs. When the matching op comes over your chest, you're already whining to be back in his arms with grabby hands. The sandy haired man cooes, effortlessly picking you back up into his arms where he holds you for what he wishes to be eternity. This time, it's your own thumb that slots between your lips, fist still clenching down on the stuffed animal.

Three steady knocks wrack against your bedroom door. With a small whine you try to bury yourself further into Steve's skin. His hand rubs against your back as he calls out, asking who is on the other side of the door.

To both of your relief, a familiar raven haired man's voice filters through the gaps of the door. "It's Bucky. Can I come in?"

Steve takes a moment, looking down at you. Your tired eyes stare up at him, still sucking at your thumb. "What do you think, baby? Can Bucky come in?" His voice is still so soft with you, knowing full well how deep into the little mindset you are. Steve wants this to be your choice - you're so soft and sweet and vulnerable, he'd hate to be the one to take the settling calm away from you.

Slowly, but surely, you nod your head.

With Steve's verbal permission, Bucky pushes past the doorway. He looks a little disheartened, grey eyes instantly falling on your vulnerable form, all snuggled into your daddy's chest, You look ten times more relaxed than when you first entered the complex in Steve's arms, but he can't mistake the dried tears on your cheeks or the red in your eyes, the way your lashes have clumped together with the wetness. An unconscious pout makes its way to his lips, eyes moving to Steve in silent questioning; 'is she okay?'. The blond gives a subtle nod, his chin resting against the crown of your head as he sways you both.

"Hi, pumpkin. You doin' okay?" You don't say anything, only tiredly blinking and giving a small nod. You're not the best, but things are slowly getting better. "Yeah? Bet you're tired, huh? You've had a long day." He doesn't know exactly what happened, but your tiny nod tells him all that he could possibly need to know. In moments like this he couldn't be more thankful for your close friendship, that he gets to see you like this, gets to watch the way you interact with your one true love. He years for it himself. The way your cheek presses into Steve's shoulder, your legs wrapped around him as tight as possible, your stuffed bunny tucked in close. One day, he'll have something like that for himself.

But for now he settles on spoiling his favourite little girl.

"Made you this." Bucky offers a smile as he presents the mug settled into his vibrainum hand. A little gingerbread house mug, filled to the brim with hot chocolate and pink marshmallows. A Bucky specialty, nobody makes a hot chocolate like he does. It piques your interest, Head rising softly from Steve's shoulder. "Thought it might help calm you down a little. Gave you extra mashmallows." He passes the mug towards Steve, who takes it with a small, appreciative nod. "You call me if you need anything, okay?"

Finally, after what feels like hours, you crack a tiny smile. "Thank you, Buck.' The words are lisped, tainted by the presence of your thumb.

Steve's smile grows at the unprompted thank you. His good, sweet girl. So polite, so sweet.

The raven haired man beams brighter than ever before. "Any day, sweetheart."

[petra-creat0r]

Deltarune: Fool's Fate Ch. 6 Secret Boss

Talked about her in my post about Fool's Fate Chapter 6's insane plot, so here she is. Good ol Miss Soxs Calzino. If Doggone is my most unhinged secret boss, then Soxs must come in second purely due to her Dark World being the most unhinged. Literally came up with it off a single joke that spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until snowballing into what it is now while I was on call with some of my friends.

Though even for how unhinged Soxs world is, she may just be the most well adjusted of my secret bosses, say for some anger issues and an irrational hatred for Snas the Hermit and Sans the Skeleton. Most of her trauma isn't even caused by old mystery man. Or at least she doesn't see it that way, she barely knows who the mystery man is because she just doesn't remember him that much.

For her name, one can probably tell that Soxs comes from, well, Socks. Because she's a sock puppet. Her last name, Calzino, though, well it also means sock. It's just Italian for sock. Her name is Sock Sock. Though Calzino does sort of sound like a mobster name. (Likely just because it's Italian.)

Soxs doesn't really have a text quirk. Unless you can consider speaking like a mobster and sounding like a Boston Elmo a text quirk, but that's more of an accent. The soul mode used in her battle is the yellow soul mode, making her share a soul mode with Spamton.

As could possibly be inferred, Soxs is Sans's sock. Instead of actually putting it away, he just brought it to work with him one day and left it there. Eventually placing a box over it. In the Dark World, she becomes a sock puppet sorta creature. It was a little difficult figuring out how to keep Soxs at least some what original when there are so many Sans's sock secret bosses, but I think making her a girl helped. (She's trans partly out of spite.)

Backstory under the cut

Soxs Calzino has always been something of a renegade. Even back in her original world, she never seemed to follow the rules and was always at least a little bit rebellious and disobedient. Other socks might've been happy falling in line, getting paired and put away, but not Soxs. Even when others tried to make Soxs fall in line, she'd always find a way to go on her own. This upset many around her, including her identical twin brother, Boots.

Eventually, either because those in her original world got fed up with Soxs's rebellion or just because Soxs yearned for greener pastures and thus went on to find them (Soxs will never say which one it truly was, though it seems both are somewhat correct), Soxs found herself in the convenience store Dark World. Seemingly all alone in a strange new place. Soxs didn't seem to mind the solitude all that much though, especially with how more lax this new Dark World seemed to her old one, and she eventually made a friend. A Rabbuster named Dusty who also seemed a bit of an outcast aw well.

The only grip Sox seemed to have was with the ruler of the convenience store world, The Hermit. The old milk carton didn't seem to do his job at all and would rather sell milk than be a ruler. Something about that irked Soxs, how could she stick it to the man when the man didn't care? Still, it was because of him the world as a whole had such a chill atmosphere, so she couldn't complain too much.

At some point, Soxs met a man. A strange someone also out of place who seemed equally disgusted by the Hermit, though for other reasons. After learning that Soxs also didn't seem to like the Hermit and believed herself to be a much better leader, actually doing her job while still maintaining the laid-back nature of this place, the man offered her a deal to help her achieve that. Not only would Soxs be able to stick it to the Hermit, but she could rule this world in a way to allow other rebels to try and stick it to her.

With a shrug, Soxs accepted the offer, figuring she had nothing to loose. And so with the man's assistance, mostly through offering information and giving tips, Soxs was able to form a rebellion. One that swore to over throw the Hermit. Even though the man helped Soxs as an informant and possibly influenced others to be more substantiable to listening to her, much of Soxs influence seemed to come from her own charisma. Just needing to know the right people to talk too.

Even with Soxs's influence and growing rebellion though, the Hermit didn't seem to care. The old milk carton even offered to just step down and let Soxs take his place. The rebel sock wouldn't stand for this though, demanding a proper fight. The Hermit shrugged and said "okay" before Soxs stormed off to plan some way to take down the milk carton while still getting him to care.

Over time as Soxs planned though, the man seemed to leave and some of her influence seemed to fizzle out, with most now just seeing her and the few that remained under her as a gang of petty criminals rather than some epic rebellion. Pretty much to today, Soxs has been planning her uprising against the Hermit, especially since he "exiled" her to the Backstreets where her gang's secret base was set up. (He really didn't, even he claimed she couldn't leave without an employee card, there was no way he was gonna stop her from leaving if she actually tried.)

That was until a group of Lightners entered her turf...

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Hehe. I hope ya'll like Soxs, I had a lot of fun making her and the rest of the convenience store Dark World. My friends and I were pretty much dying of laughter all call while coming up with it, especially Snas.

It wasn't mentioned in the backstory, but the man did technically give Soxs a Shadow Crystal at some point, but either she never exactly looked through it before misplacing it, or it just didn't change anything as she mostly just saw Sans and was still too focused on her goal of getting Snas to pay attention to her rebellion. I sorta like the later. "Oi yeah! I knows our world ain't real and we're all just inanimate objects, but that don't matter 'cuz my hatred for that old milk cart'n is real, ya dig? Who cares if our reality ain't really real if it's real ta us?" All the other secret bosses are secretly jealous she wasn't traumatized by learning the Truth.

Another little tidbit, Boots did not exist until I was writing this and remembered, "hey, socks go in pairs", and had the idea of Soxs having a twin. I searched up synonyms for sock and bootsee came up, so named the twin Boots. Together they are Boots and Soxs. I like it because together they sound like your basic beat-boxing beat.

[miso-sopas]

In My Arms │ ROTTMNT Leo x Reader

Cross-posted in Ao3

Summary: Leo's arms are the safest place in the entire world.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt no Comfort

1324 words

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It was all a mess; everything was so frantic, urgent shouts and worried whispers among your crowd. You can’t keep up in every turn, cracks and energy flowing around you. Despite being a civilian, you were thrusted in the very front of the fight that you don’t know whether you’ll come alive after or not.

Today was supposed to be a beautiful day. After finishing your assignments, wanting to hang out with April, Cass and Sunita then ending your day with your beloved Leonardo and his family, you expect more of a calm and sweet day to spend time around your favorite people. Not being passed down like a ragdoll, keeping you safe and away from the clutches of this alien they call themselves the Krang Prime. It becomes a sadistic game that the alien enjoys, keeping you safe as Leo and his brothers fight against them. Truthfully, it's making you dizzy with all the back and forth shielding but it seems that the Krang Prime recognizes you as the turtles’ weakness, especially to the blue one, focusing on making sure to either give you injuries or worse, kill you. 

Being in the middle of an alien invasion wasn’t in your to-do list for today. 

After being wrapped by Mikey’s kusari-fondo and taking you far enough from them, nobody noticed a crack swimming towards your footing. As their senses sharpened for trouble, Krang Prime suddenly slammed their metallic foot down, surprising all the turtles and you. The warriors were confused at the alien’s actions but continued to fight nonetheless, you however hear small cracks beneath you. Not satisfied, the alien stomped their foot again, this time not only breaking the floor beneath you but also making you stumble backwards into the open air. 

You realized you’re falling; in panic you shouted his name. His heart jumps from the sight of your falling and scared figure, quickly running towards you. Leo ignored his brothers’ calls as he solely focused on you, now jumping at the edge of the building. No hesitation for his safety, only yours. 

As your body keeps falling, he frantically opens portal after portal to come near you, even by an inch to your raised hand. He was stupid to not portal you out from the harm’s way sooner! Now he’s doing his best to not fail you. Not you, not to you.

Even as you fall there is this peace between you, while your heart beats frantically from danger, your mind settled on something. You heard your beloved whisper, “I got you okay!” Despite having a slight tremor in his voice, it doesn’t waver your hope to him. You never gave up on his eccentric yet good intentions. You know he got you; he always does. No matter what the odds both of you face, he’s always there to keep you near him. You are safe as long as you are in his arms, and he in yours.

You felt your feet being roughly grabbed up to a glowing blue, all of its mystical elements comforting you momentarily. The rush of air as you feel yourself being suspended. That slight disturbance, the slight wrongness in movement, the slight accidental of the placement of your head to a surface you both didn’t account for. The taste of salt, and iron and you felt pain somewhere in your head.

Quickly, he opens a portal near you as his hand grabs what he can reach. As he feels your warmth on his, he knew he didn’t mess up. He didn’t disappoint himself in saving you, he didn’t disappoint you.

If only he didn’t mess up. If only before engaging to Krang Prime, he transported you far away from all the mess, maybe in April and Splinter's side. If only Mikey was not occupied and might save you with his weapon. If only he did not mess up, again. Again, and again, and again. Again.

Again, he doubts himself. 

No, he shouldn't. He caught you! 

Your favorite sneakers caught in his hands. Well-worn and beautiful, always beautiful no matter what you dress and what you style. Giving every chance to compliment you, and you giving all of it back more. Leo started crying in relief as he carefully pulled your body into him, supporting your torso and hugging you tightly. Traveling away, he walks down the sidewalk filled with rubble and broken glasses. Tightly hugging you as your warmth comforts him. You are safe.

You are safe, back within his arms.

"You keep falling to me huh? Guess I'm that charming," chuckling to ease his nervousness and calming you down. He did it! You’re safe and back in his arms. Your nails lightly scratching his plastron and your nose pressing underneath his chin. You are safe. You are safe. You---

Are you breathing?

You remain silent, not moving despite the lack of danger. You don't cry and you don't grumble. Not even a groan or giggle on his joke, not a peep from you. 

Slowly revealing your face, you are peaceful. Almost sleeping. Maybe the adrenaline was too much, and you fainted? Yeah, that must be it, right? Right?

At first, he was hesitant in shaking you. He does not want to add more stress on you, but you need to see him. He needs to see you! Frantic, he shakes you like rocking a baby in a lullaby. From careful to desperate, even carefully slapping you to wake you up. Nothing was happening, you were still sleeping. He panics again, this is worse than before.

You're in his arms but why does it seem you're still miles away from him. 

"Hey! Hey babe, this is not funny! I know that you hate some of my flirting but right now I need to hear you groan! Or snicker! Even an insult! Anything! Just please, open your eyes!"

Hearing his distress, April slowly walks towards them. Her eyebrows furrowed from confusion as she sees Leo shaking your body. She can’t really see much other than his brother’s shoulder rising rapidly and your legs slacking above glass and concrete. She can hear the shouts from her other brothers, calling for Leo to get back into fighting and help them. It was chaotic around the scene, but she feels dread when you still don’t move.

Mikey, the ever-thoughtful brother, comes down safely from above and shakes his older brother’s shoulder. April heard Donnie’s ever helpful quip, "What's the hold up? Finish your lovey-dovey and help us here!" She can tell that the purple clad turtle is aggravated, that despite the big threat in front of them right now, his blue-clad brother chooses to coddle with his beloved. At all times.

"Come on Leo! Let her walk, man!" Raph’s booming voice above also adds to the tirade of frustration and chaos, even with the noise there was nothing coming from either Leo or you.

Worry creased between Mikey’s brows as he called for his motionless brother. His soft voice becomes the loudest towards Leo, who seems to grip your body tighter into his. 

He can feel tremors from his brother’s shoulder, hands never letting go of your body and your face becoming paler. It was strange, he’s used to seeing both of you being lovey-dovey towards each other. Always noisy with giggles and kisses, smiles permanent between your faces and your feet always swings whenever Leo carries you. 

Now your legs remain still and eyes never opening, Leo refuses to accept his biggest mistake as he slowly curves his warmth around you. Shielding your body from his failure as your hero. "Leo? Leo, what is going on?" Mikey’s scared now, scared for you, and scared for his brother.

As if the world needed to prove his mistake, a lone drop of blood shows itself from your nose. Eyes still closed and your body resting. Dead, you are dead.

In his arms, you lay stiff but remained beautiful as ever. 

[powderblueblood]

Hiya hiya!! I am a massive fucking fan of your writing it is so stimulating for my little distracted brain. On the topic of hai I would LOVE to know more about Lacy's part-time gig at The Bookstore!!!! How often does she work there? Does Lacy get to set up displays and recommend books? Do Eddie or Ronnie ever hang out with Lacy there? (And subsequently does Ivana threaten to perma-ban them from The Bookstore for being so goddamn loud and distracting her best employee???) I am so fucking curious and would love to see it explored a little more 🧡

LEE!!!! thank you so much for your kind kind words and THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to touch upon one of my favorite little elements of the hellfire & ice universe-- THEE BOOKSTORE

i'll be the first to admit that i don't know a goddamn thing about the TARDIS but what i do know is that it's bigger on the inside. same logic applies to the bookstore. place is an intricate network of atriums and ventricles separated by bookcases that are so overstuffed, they seem like they're going to keel over like dominoes any second. it smells like warm and dust and it's always semi-dark in there, with lamps seemingly having sprung from the ground in the most strategic of places. wall sconces sprout from the woodwork, supported by dodgy, illegal wiring. you take your life in your hands any time you walk in there, essentially. but you'd never know it! because it's serene and it's peaceful until--

lacy starts working there. and for some reason, it seems that lacy, eddie, ronnie and chaos are a package deal. eddie and ronnie use the darkened corners of the bookstore to the full extent of their danger, playing endless games of 'who can scare lacy by hiding in the world history section' which has earned more than one heavy biography of ferdinand magellan being aimed at eddie munson's head.

one even made contact, and eddie insisted that lacy stand there holding an ice cream sandwich to his 'poor brutalized' head because he 'couldn't move his arms' due to the 'concussion'.

ivana, the owner, our beloved ivana, hates these kids. even if eddie is convinced that she's trying to take him as her next controversially young husband-- her fifth. ivana hates them, but never actually follows through on her threatened lifetime bans because ivana also occasionally drinks at the hideout.

a moment for ivana: ivana is so, so fucking cool. ivana used to sell fetish mags in brown paper bags back in the 50s. ivana once lived in new york, and according to legend, threw an olive at norman mailer (eddie: "who?" lacy: "don't worry about it") and it bounced off his head and into andy warhol's drink. ivana is approximately four hundred years old with a platinum blonde beehive, a list of lovers longer than mae west's, a voice like a cement truck and she will never die.

lacy wants to be exactly like her when she grows up-- only, not living in indiana, of course.

ivana has lacy on weekends and some evenings; basically, if her spidey sense tingles and she figures that girl could use something to do. lacy, inflicted with the pathological need to be the best at fucking everything, is a good worker and the best kind of salesperson a place like that could have.

which is to say that she's kind of snooty and derisive of people's pedestrian tastes. it oscillates from customers storming out to customers buying whatever she tells them to, in some misguided attempt to impress her.

precocious and pretentious eighteen year olds have this effect on people. many such cases.

one person it does not have any effect on is eddie munson.

he watches lacy put like, painstaking effort into her staff pick of the week! (she always fights for three) or her display of russian literature ranked by themes of romanticism v nihilism! (the brothers karamazov sits on the top of the display like an angel on a christmas tree)... and then he fucks with it. swaps out a room of one's own with are you there god? it's me, margaret, even if that does prompt lacy giving eddie a keynote speech on the importance of judy blume's forever.

"... and yeah, it's about as thrilling as a slice of wonderbread, but that book is probably why i'm on the pill."

this seems to give eddie pause. "... you're on the pill?"

"what's that look?"

"no, uh-- no, just. good. decision. smart, responsible decision-making. good to... know."

[mistyfoxxy]

Okay, I am a new TOH fan, just marathon watched everything. I had the pleasure of pretty much knowing all the characters and plot points from mutuals posting about it LONG before I saw the show. But now that I've finished it, I have a question for a more seasoned fan---

Are we sure that Hunter is a grimwalker of Caleb? That seems to be the fandom consensus, but it's never actually said in the show. What if Hunter is a grinwalker of Caleb's SON?

*he is refered to as Belos' nephew. Sure, this can be explained other ways, but...

*In hollow mind, in the image of Caleb being lead away by the witch, the witch looks like she could be pregnant

*in the final fight of king's tide, Belos reveals his human face when approaching Hunter, and calls him Hunter. He says "I was only trying to help you" and only yells the name Caleb when he sees Flap.

*Hunter has witch ears, not human ears. If he was a grimwalker of a human, wouldn't he maybe have human ears? I don't know how grimwalkers work

What if after killing Caleb, Philip somehow got ahold of his son, the first Hunter? The kid would be half a witch, making him a lot more worthless/loathsome/disposable to Philip/Belos. What if he really is, and always has been, his nephew???

IDK. Am I a noob missing some key detail that confirms it as Caleb? Or is this a possibility?? TEACH ME 😆

Ok. So I spent several hours researching this lmao. I also got on a few rabbit trails so I will be taking several rabbit trails with this one.

SPOILERS AHEAD To start, let’s figure out what a Grimwalker is shall we?

I’ve searched high and low through the internet for myths and such, trying to find some kind of basis for this being but it seems to be consequently made up. Atleast In whole, but it seems to be derived of many different things. I searched up grim in mythology and found something called “Grim Church” also called the “black dog”. Which is funny to me considering Hunter’s new love of wolves. I think it’s a lot considering Belos uses these Grimwalkers to “pure” the world.

There is also something called “Shadow Walkers” which was a book LITERALLY WRITTEN BY ONE OF THE GRIMM BROTHERS. The literal two who went about collecting stories from town to town. So I dug into that a little bit, unfortunately you have to pay for the book or something so I was not able to gather much, however. There is a game that features them, but I don’t want to go into that. Not really.

Also the American Indian term for “Shadow Walker” literally means “someone that walks in two worlds”

He was also made of something called “Ortet” which in botanist terms literally means, “THE ORIGINAL SINGLE PARENT PLANT FROM WHICH A CLONE IS ULTIMATELY DERIVED”. Which definitely confirms that is was made by asexual reproduction of sorts. We’ll get back to that.

Also, Selkie scales. My bet would be Philip used those, well anyone who was trying to make a Grimwalker, would use that to shape the creation into what it wanted, as Selkies have the power to shed their skin and transform into humans. That could also explain some of the sensitivity to Hunter’s hand of that indeed had anything to do with his outer appearance.

The palistrom had “keratin” listed next to it. That has to do with hair obviously. Which could explain why his grew so long? Maybe his use of magic, (like when Belos took over him) it grew out.

Then we have the stonesleeper lungs. I really couldn’t find much of anything on that aside of what the owl house gave us. They’re dinosaur like creatures in which they turn to stone when they sleep. They’re aggressive in nature but are pretty sturdy and tough creatures I suppose. Which would help in keeping the boy alive during that toughly enduring reading and missions.

Then we have the galderstone. The owl house explains it as an old relic that has the magical ability to boost one’s power. Also listed as “heart.

So onto the question at hand. Given the information of these two, I think it’s safe to say it could go either way. Giving the information I’m about to give you, I can tell you why that probably not the case.

Your first fact and second fact. While this could be soooo true, I don’t think Belos was able to get his hands on that baby. When he murders his brother, they’re alone, and there’s fire around them. The next memory, it’s just her, a clearer pic and she is noticeably less round. So there IS a chance he did in fact come for his nephew. That was his family. Forget the witch, his brother is gone but his legacy will continue sort of thing. Oh I know. I’ll make my own nephew.

Your third fact. I can also see this. But it’s as I said, considering the long line of clawthornes we have now, and they are no doubt the descendants of the two. That baby survived. But since this, I’m even more convinced now that Belos generally beloved this to be his nephew. I’m a sick sort of way ofc. Maybe his, “I was only trying to help you” came from the place of, oh I delivered you from your witch mother and betraying father. After all he says “wild magic” did this to OUR FAMILY. He’s referring to both of them.

Your last point, I think, since Belos found a way to shift his own ears, he could have easily used the selkie scales or whatever else to form this little half witch the way he wanted. While “ortet” really stands out to me, the fact that Hunter is considered half a which when he’s literally made of magic kind of adds to this even more. His genetics were made by Caleb I believe. But the magic in him, that he was made of, makes him “half a witch”. He might not be one genetically, shoot he’s not even human. He’s straight up made of magic and other stuff.

So nah, I don’t think he’s made of Caleb’s son. I think he was made in place of him. Philip couldn’t convince his brother, so why control his nephews life? They’re family after all.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eleven: She’s evil, most definitely.

10:00 am, dressing room.

you didn’t expect everyone backstage to be this calm and collected on Summer Slam day. considering the way chaos is in the air during Raw tapings, this was… something.

you look up at the mirror and smile, you were ditching the blonde hair today, well not entirely. you were keeping two strips at the front blonde while the rest of your hair was going to be jet black.

dying your hair was always fun, especially when it was a decision made on a whim.

“call me when it starts burning” the stylist said, you close your eyes for a second hoping to take a nap. it was quite for a bit and the place was bit cold, you could feel yourself beginning to drift away, head slightly tilting to the side.

“Y/nnnnn!”

your eyes shot open, you look at the mirror and focus on who’s behind you, “hm, Shawn…” you mumble. your eyes were slightly red, Shawn sits beside you. “dying your hair too?” you ask closing your eyes again, “nah, just a haircut” he said. you hum, Shawn leans back in his seat, he tilts his head back and looks at you, admiring you.

you were so damn pretty to him.

“you got gear for the show?” you ask, Shawn huffs. “this one time I actually don't” he sighs. you turn to look at him, "Shawn Michaels? at a pay-per-view without extravagant gear?" you ask, Shawn nods. "sadly" he pouts. you turn away and laugh, "what world is this?"

she’s so beautiful he thought...

"do you have special gear?" he asked, "yeah man! it's my first pay-per-view here, of course I'm gonna extra" you say. "you're getting your hair done? and you have special gear? damn I should do something" Shawn laughed.

"I more excited about the matches later" you smile, Shawn sits up, "that tag team match is about to the best fuckin' match of the whole show" he boasted, "the best triple tag match anyone will ever see!"

"of course it will be as long as someone doesn't throw a tantrum mid-match" you side eyed him. Shawn gasped, "I don't who you're talking about" he looked, "a certain someone" you poke his arm.

It was so nice. finally being able to have a proper friendly conversation with Shawn without being up each other's throats all the time.

"Is this certain someone with us in the room?" he remarks, "oh yeah, you wouldn't know anything about that kind of behavior" you joke. "I obviously wouldn't! I'm good!"

"yeah, yeah, you're a good boy we know"

the praise made Shawn suddenly feel flustered, especially coming for you. he wanted to hear it again, and again and again. oh, the things you do to him...

"Adrian!" you call out, "it's burning!

2:22 pm, y/n's locker room.

you were changing your boots' laces, switching the plain black ones for a deeper red pair of laces. you wanted everything in your gear to match for the show later, everything.

you were nervous about the show later, you have not one but two matches on tonight's card, there's no room for botching anything or getting injured. the show has to be perfect tonight, your first Summer Slam has to deliver.

it must.

you were quickly drowning in your own thoughts, thoughts of the pay-per-view later, visions of the crowd cheering for you, finally wrapping a feud that's been going since June, holding your championship up high as you enter the arena. making history.

making history.

you still remember your promise to Alundra, word by word, you promised her to make a change and here you were, about to make literal history.

tonight was going to be the night you make history. you, Chyna and Lita were going to be the first women to compete in a triple threat match, you were going to be the first women to headline a pay-per-view, the first women to main event Summer Slam.

the first.

it will soon be your moment, all yours.

the sound of the door shutting behind you snapped you back into reality. you look back, it's Hunter. "oh hey" you smile as you approach him, he brings you in for a long hug. Hunter's been really busy the past couple of days, Vince has been giving him a push into the main stage, his schedule changed drastically and you've barely seen him recently.

"I missed you so much" he mumbles into your shoulder, you smile more. "I missed you more"

Hunter pulls away and only then do you notice the things he's holding in his hands, they almost immediately melt your heart. In one hand he's holding a boquette of black and red roses wrapped with beige ribbon, and in the other hand a little beige box.

"I got these for you" he hands you the flowers, you grab the little white card that was in the middle of the flowers to read it.

Congratulation on your main event angel xx

"no, Hunter you didn't need to do all this" you smile even harder, "oh wait, there's more" he said handing you the box.

"hello?" you ask

you examine the box a bit, you immediately recognized the print. Saturn with a cross on top, you open the box and it contained a pouch with the same logo. "It reminded me off you when I first saw it" Hunter said, you pull out a pearl choker and your lips slightly part, "I had to get it".

"why'd you do this?" you quietly ask.

Hunter chuckles as he takes the necklace out of your hands, placing it around your neck, "gotta get something for my special girl, right?" he asks.

he clips on the necklace and your fingers touch the cold golden Saturn in the middle, you turn around to face him, "Is it pretty on me?" you ask with a smile. Hunter smiles back at you, "you make it look better", lifting your chin up with his finger, Hunter goes in for a kiss.

"y/n?" he pulls away.

"hm?" you look up at him with half lidded eyes.

"will you be my girlfriend?"

4:45 pm, cafeteria.

Lita was basically vibrating in her seat with energy and excitement, it was both adorable and contagious because Chyna soon joined her. Lita's hair was the brightest shade of red it's been in a while, looks like everyone's getting their hair freshly dyed today.

"it's so exciting knowing were doing this, but the fact that we're just getting around to this is kinda sad" Chyna said. "yeah" you agreed, "you know, I was thinking earlier, what if I invite Alundra?" you suggest.

both girls look at you concerned, "sweetheart, as heartwarming as that is, if Vince finds out that you brought her after she left for the competition he will probably start foaming at the mouth" Chyna said as Lita nods.

understandable.

"hm" you hum.

"that aside, I have shit y'all need to hear, Y/n, honey, put your hearing ears on" Lita says, you and Chyna lean to her.

"Sunny has been spreading rumors about you" Lita starts.

jesus, here we go again.

"is this chick okay? like genuinely?" Chyna asks, "let me know when you find out" you rolls your eyes. "apparently she's been telling people backstage about how much of a dickhead you are, that you're a bitch and you're egotistical and everything's getting to your head, just talking shit" Lita explained.

"oh my god, who told you?" Chyna asks, "Owen" Lita says, "she's been saying that shit around the guys obviously" she added.

"there's no way she's not tired of this grade seven shit, cause I know I am" you lean back into your seat. "and, because there's more" Lita says.

"and?" Chyna asks, "there's more?"

Lita nods, "I literally read this with my own eyes, she had an interview with some magazine where she bashed the hell outta you" she explained. "she kept saying that you're not a good champion, and that you didn't deserve the belt and that, it just pissed me off"

for some reason that made you laugh out loud, "are pigs flying? Sunny is questioning me?" you ask, "the furthest she'll ever make it is under Vince's desk. put her in a match with me and she'll cry every time she sees a ring after" you laugh again.

Chyna puts her hand on your shoulder, a small smirk played with her lips. "leave her to me, trust me" she says. "oh, gladly" you say getting up.

"where are you going?" Lita asks

"to call Alundra, I got an idea"

8:24 pm, arena.

you were sneaking Alundra Blayze into the arena.

it’s not there’s other choices that could’ve been made.

Alundra was dressed like a grandma, complete with white and grey wig under a headscarf and a wooden cane. she wore huge glasses that made her face look small and layers of clothing to hide her muscles, she was walking with her back hunched over. she even went as far a wearing makeup that was badly creasing to resemble wrinkles, she was almost unrecognizable.

"are you sure this is safe?" Alundra asks, "yeah!" you reassure, "we got Owen out on the look out in the hallway to the locker rooms".

you enter the building quietly and shut the door behind you, "what if Vince, or anyone catches us?" Alundra asks, you didn't really think about what would happen if someone catches you.

"guess we'll have to see who's the best at improvising" Chyna answers, you three make your way down the seemingly endless hallway, the place her wasn't noisy, but you could here staff walking around and talking in the distance.

you're almost there, you can see the locker rooms but they're still far away. "I'm proud of you girls" Alundra says, "it's because of women like you we're able to do this Chyna says. "see, our promise is still alive and well" you smile. you three quietly talk about your matches later in the show.

until you see Owen sprinting towards you.

oh, for fuck's sake.

"VINCE IS ON HIS WAY TO YOU!" he whisper yells, you stop in your tracks wide eyes. "he what?" you ask, "he's looking for you specifically" Owen says. you sigh loudly. "what do we do now?" Chyna asks.

"oh, y/n, I was looking for you"

your locker room is right there.

everyone looks behind Owen and was Vince standing. Vince immediately looks down at Alundra, "I believe we've never met?" he narrows his eyes. "this is uhm, my grandma! she wanted to come see the show!" you blurt.

"oh sweet! nice to meet you Mrs.. uh?" Vince sticks his hand out to shake hers. "Westwood!" you say, then awkwardly chuckle, "she's sick and lost her voice". Vince looks at you, then Alundra, then you again then back Alundra. "well, it's nice meeting you ma'am" he says.

"she has to go sit down" Owen says as he opens the door to your locker room, "yeah, uhm, her knees aren't the best" Chyna says as she walks Alundra in. "there's always space for an extra front row seat if she wants, y'know?" Vince offers.

"sweet of you, but she doesn't really like people" you say. "uhm, you were looking for me?" you ask as you close your locker room's door leaving Alundra with Owen and Chyna.

"yes! I know you're not a fan of the biggest fan last minute changes but I have something that may interest you" he says.

10:45 pm, backstage.

Vince wanted to know if the fans would cheer for a heel champion, he wanted to turn you heel. you thought it was still relatively early to turn you but he ended up talking you into it regardless, and here you were, regretting you decision.

you hated the idea.

you hated how you were going to turn, it'll seem so out of nowhere. the fans have established you as their babyface. it'll be so confusing for them, what if they feel betrayed?

you hated how you were going to turn so much, should you tell someone? you should definitely tell someone. but were you allowed to tell anyone?

you suddenly zone back in by the sound of the fans cheering, you look up at the t.v in front of you, Steve had won his match against Bret, and you missed the finisher. you sigh.

wait.

you look back at the t.v and realize, Steve and Bret just finished their match. you were up next.

you were next.

you look down at yourself, you were so excited to finally put on this gear when you first saw it this morning. you wore a gorgeous deep red corset top that had golden details and accents with black and red lace and leather skirt with sorts underneath to avoid wardrobe malfunctions. you wore pearl drop earrings and the necklace Hunter got you and your normal boots and gloves, but to top it all off you wore a black and red leather and lace bolero with chains.

now you don't even want to go out there and perform.

you drag your feet down the hallway towards gorilla with so much weight on your shoulders, you might as well faceplant into the floor. you were the last to enter gorilla, Shawn, Taker and Luna were stood on one side and Owen was waiting for you.

"Bret won't perform, he injury is too severe" a staff member said, you look at Vince who was sat by a monitor, glasses sitting at his nose bridge, "what are we gonna do?" you ask, he looks at you then back at the monitor, "we'll send someone out there, don't worry". how is he able to be so relaxed in a moment like this?

you open your mouth to something but immediately close when staff begin playing the Undertaker's theme.

great, now the show is falsely advertising a match.

are you even able to do this? an unwanted heel turn and two matches back to back? pfft.

<<11:00 PM, SUMMERSLAM LIVE>>

THE UNDERTAKER, SHAWN MICHALES AND LUNA VACHON

VS.

[YOURNAME LONGNAME] AND OWEN HART

the arena went dark with no lights in sight, suddenly a spot light is turned on and singular man is standing on the ramp. the man was holding a violin.

the fans listened closely as he began playing a song, it sounded familiar, very familiar especially the last cords. then he stopped playing, the fans cheered and clapped for his talent.

your name flashed across the titantron with a bright red font, then a theme song began playing, not any theme song, the theme song.

your Japanese theme song is back and is better than ever.

those who watched your new japan work were instantly going crazy, japan y/n was something special, and those who never had the joy of watching your matches then, are in for a treat.

you walked down the ramp as the fans sang your old song, you were shocked at how many knew the melody and loudly sung it. you bowed down to the violinist, showing your gratitude and respect for him, and when you lifted your head up, only then did you realize the amount of Japanese fans in attendance.

it brought tears to your eyes in the moment, they were your first supporters and they came to show their support during your first pay-per-view with the WWF, they will always hold a special place in your heart.

you enter the ring and the crowd doesn't get any quieter, Owen waled up to you and explained how you were going to call the match on the spot due to Bret's absence.

the fans watched as the referee talked to both teams, seemingly discussing something, then the referee walks over to the announce table and just from the hand gesture he was making, the fans could tell.

the match was being called off.

Jim Ross and The King both look at each other baffled before King is handed a microphone. both you and The Undertaker look at each other confused, Jerry enters the ring and stands in the between you and Taker.

"I've just been made aware that due to the imbalance between the teams, unfortunately, the match will have to be cancelled" he announces.

and the boos never stopped.

everyone in the ring looked around, completely baffled. what were you going to do? Shawn and Taker began arguing with each other and it seems to have gotten either disrespectful or just out of control, it quickly turned into a shoving competition but the referee and Jerry quickly separated them.

fucking hell.

the arena suddenly went dark again, then a theme song began playing.

The Macho Man's theme song began playing.

the crowd popped massively for him as he ran down the ramp towards the ring, Randy walked past you and Owen and straight to Jerry who handed him the microphone.

"when the teams were picked out, a two months ago, I the guy who was floating around without a team, just here, no rhyme nor a reason. but I think I've chosen who I want to wrestle with" he said.

Randy turns to you and Owen, "I think you two can use some help!".

you shake hands and the Jerry slides out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

the match was on.

and what a match it was.

Randy started out first and immediately went for the Undertaker, it was dream pair and a dream match. these two were both incredibly talented and they made the best out of their time together. Randy tagged you in and Taker brought in Luna.

you two were another dream duo, you hit Luna with your signature hurricanrana and Luna got to show off how crazy she can be. however, the match quickly descended into madness when Luna pinned you and Owen ran in to break up the pin. that's when Shawn jumped in and began hitting Owen.

you tagged in Owen, making him the legal man on your team. Shawn wasn't tagged in. Luna was legal. the referee managed to get Shawn out of the ring, but Luna was punching and attacking a very confused Owen and crowed loudly cheered for her.

Shawn once again jumped in and tagged himself in my tapping on Luna's shoulder, who had to be pulled away from Owen by the referee. however, Shawn and Taker's problem from earlier seemed to have gotten in the way as Taker began yelling at him from outside the ring. Shawn ignored him as him and Owen began wrestling eachother.

Owen then tagged you in before power bombing Shawn, he then set Shawn up on the turnbuckle. you got up on the opposite turnbuckle, this was going to take precision, you took in a deep breath.

you ran across the top rope towards Shawn, then hit a running hurricanrana on him that landed on the outside near the railing. the crowd pop huge for this.

the American crowd has never seen anything like this! running across the top rope? insanity. the Japanese fans have seen you do this move millions of times, yet they still cheered for you.

in the ring Randy and Taker got into it, and Randy managed to land an elbow drop on taker. while Shawn lay out on the floor, you slid into the ring and Luna attacked you again.

Shawn and Owen got into the ring, and began fighting his own teammates, screaming about how he was the legal man. you, Owen and Randy look at each other confused before letting Owen take control.

Taker grabbed Shawn and Put him in a tombstone piledriver, the crowd popped for them, but they were also confused. who turned on who?

Taker then slapped Shawn's back, tagging himself in. Shawn slipped out of the ring and onto the floor as the match continued.

as much as no one wanted his to happen, Taker had Owen in a pin, the referee began counting. one, two..

those in the crowd stood up.

no way.

The Undertaker was going to win?

right before the third count, you jumped in to break up the pin but Luna stopped you, then surprisingly, Shawn hit Taker's with a steel chair to his back and the crowd cheered.

you uppercut Luna knocking her out, Shawn stood in front of Taker who was laying on the mat, steel chair in hand. he then smiled at you, and smiled at him.

the fans stood there baffled as they watched you and Shawn embrace each other, then kiss.

oh you’re evil, most definitely.

Shawn Michaels was on your side all along.

11:00 pm, SUMMERSLAM mainevent.

you were still concerned over how the fans would react to you as a heel, even though not even ten minutes ago they showed that they would be supportive of you.

for the first time in your career you felt insecure over a role you were playing.

it was odd, but you tried to not let it get in the way of your performance. you were staring into the crowd as they cheered, but you couldn’t hear anything, everything was in slow motion and you felt a chill go down your spine as soon as you heard your name be announced.

“the following match and the main event of tonight is a triple threat match for the WWF’s women’s championship!”

the match is going to begin in any minute, Lita stood in a corner and Chyna stood in another. they both could tell that you were completely out of it as they exchanged worries glances.

you can literally hear the fans’ reassurance, they were cheering for you. there shouldn’t be a reason for why you feel so down.

it felt like everything was completely shattered by something so stupid.

this is your time, you can’t afford to let this cost you your first main event in the WWF. it took so much to convince Vince to let this happen, you can’t let him down, you can’t let the fans down, some who literally flew overseas to come see you.

you can’t let Chyna and Lita down, this was their moment too.

so you tried your best, and once the bell rang you put your mind to one thing.

you were here to wrestle, you’re here to put on a show. you’re here to do what you love.

the match started and it seemed like you and Chyna were going to gang up on Lita, she was on your team after all, but boy that was nowhere near what happened.

Chyna immediately picked you up and delivered a powerbomb, turning on you causing the crowd to go wild.

Lita took advantage of Chyna’s betrayal and while you two bickered, she leaped off of the top rope hitting you both with a frog splash. everything quickly picked up from there. Chyna was wowing the crowd with her incredible indurance and powerhouse like strength while Lita put everyone on the edge of their seats with her devilish high spots and dives.

if this match was trying to say something, it was definitely about how you three can put on a show and tear the house down. you were more than capable of completely outshining your male peers who seemed to be more privileged than you.

you three were absolute stars.

the best, however, was yet to come. the closing sequence was clearly taking place, both Lita and Chyna were laid out on the match from exhaustion. you muster up all the strength that’s left in your body and climb on the top rope.

this will get a reaction out of them.

you jump, and for the first time ever, at least on American television, you hit a shooting star press which makes the crowd go absolutely wild. you smile to yourself as you land on top of Lita.

your smile only grows as you and Chyna both rise from the mat, you go back to the top rope that’s across from Chyna. your Japanese viewers knew this too well, but once again, for the first time on American television, you were debuting a new move.

as you tried to maintain your balance on the turnbuckle, the thoughts of self doubt began resurfacing again.

you look around you for a second before closing your eyes.

you inhale.

this is what you’re meant to do, you were born for this.

you open your eyes and look at Chyna, who gives you an invisible nod. you balance yourself and steadily run across half of the top rope before before wrapping your legs around Chyna hitting a hurricanrana on her.

the three of you were sprawled on the mat breathing heavily as the crowd melted onto themselves.

they’ve never seen anything like this! and from a woman too? insanity.

you crawl to Lita, dragging her on top of Chyna then double pinning them.

the crowd counted along with the referee.

“1!2!3!” and the bell rang.

and just like that, history was made.

[dreamy-baku]

Breaking down Squares’ Character

Thanks to @manofmanymons for the idea!

So for starters, I made old research posts about Squares that you can check out if you want some research related information. But this is goin* to be about his character as seen in Puyo Puyo Tetris.

Breakdown under the cut!

So, for starters. When Squares first shows up in the story in around chapter 5. He merely asks Marle if she was still battling and keeping “fun”. He seemed to have no ill intentions. Which is a little strange. But, the heroes described him as being a villain to which Marle explains he wasn’t always that way.

The biggest part of the story, the exact ending of chapter 6 leading into chapter 7 is when we learn of his plan to erase everyone, but it seemed it only got that plan AFTER Marle said the people where her friends.

Then, during chapter 7, Squares on multiple occasions flipped between being “bad” and “innocent”. He threatened the heroes multiple times, but also occasionally mentioned that he was basically doing everything for his sister Marle.

He tried to keep attention off of Marle because he knew she’d tell them everything, which is why he stripped her of her memories when he “brainwashed” her. He didn’t want his plan to make Marle “love him again” to be ruined.

It becomes obvious later, in the EX chapter, that Squares became upset that Marle focused to much on the worlds. His emotional outburst that we seen in the game was because he was upset that Marle wasn’t giving him attention.

Marle also mentioned that she “forgot he was basically an infant”, most likely referring to a little bit before he “brainwashed” her shortly before PPT2 happens, as that’s when Squares needed her most. And that’s when she wasn’t there to help him.

Squares shown on multiple occasions he was still very young, and that he wasn’t truly evil, he was just misunderstood and immature that he didn’t know better. (And Marle HAD THE POWER to stop him from “brainwashing” her, so why didn’t she? Maybe she wanted it to happen?)

But, Squares’ “innocence” was more subtle, as he was played off as the “bad guy” up until the very end. But, there were clues he wasn’t evil in the slightest.

Such as when the heroes where talking and then asked Squares what his heart truly wanted and all he could reply with was “Marle…” and when Ecolo shows up and says he’s a “spoiled brat who hates change”, and Squares’ genuine reaction was complete confusion.

The heroes later picked up on the fact that Squares is immature, he has a child-like innocence, as all he did was what he assumed he HAD TO DO.

Also, Squares’ outburst could have been from something a little deeper too. STRESS, he chose to help Marle watch over order when he was created, and he was so young and took up a responsibility FAR GREATER than Marle’s own. So when Marle stopped focusing on him and could no longer support him with his duty, he grew sad and stressed because he didn’t know what to truly do.

That can be logical, because, is it REALLY ORDERLY, by his definition, of NO ONE of the worlds existed? And would that really keep Marle happy with him either?

And, when they finally calmed him down, Squares said that “He’s going to go somewhere where he’d never bother any of them again”. Which honestly sounds very depressing, because what did he mean he’d do to himself? Was he threatening to end his life? (That line legit broke me when I heard him say it- o.o;)

And finally, he showed some maturity, as he fully apologized for his actions and even acknowledged that everything he done was caused by his inexperience and immaturity, and that an apology won’t fix everything.

At the end of the EX chapter, we see he grows more, learning how he can accept himself for his mistakes. But he’s still obviously guilty and seemingly depressed about what he did, and the pain he caused everyone.

But also, he could feel guilty and depressed over failing to properly uphold “order”. As he almost ruined both the worlds because Marle stopped giving him attention.

I would have provided images to support, but I didn’t have access to any but the one image at the start! If you have any comments, feel free to send me an ask or something!

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

It's my belief that the SPN verse is better off without Randy and the others, but the thing is Dean wasn't in control anymore.

Sam: Tell me you had to do this. Dean: I didn't … I didn't mean to.

Not being in control and hurting/killing people is ultimately his nightmare. It's his version of Hell.

And Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The– the things that I did to them. (...) How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.

–Dean, spn 4x10

That's how Tessa convinces him to follow her in 2x01:

Dean: I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do. Tessa: Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent. Dean: What are you saying? Tessa: Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt.

It's also his talk with Cas in 10x09:

Dean: Cas, I need you to promise me something. Cas: Of course. Dean: If I do go dark side, you got to take me out. Cas: What do you mean? Dean: Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever. And don’t let Sam get in the way, because he’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.

The MOC/Demon arcs are playing on his belief he's a monster and dangerous to everyone around him. It reduces him to being a killer.

Dean: You're covered in blood until you're covered in your own blood. Half the time, you're about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out… that I wanted a family. Veritas: But you were lying. Dean: No. But what I'm good at… is slicing throats. I ain't a father. I'm a killer. And there's no changing that. I know that now.

–spn 6x06

Cain: I can give you the mark, Dean, if it's what you truly want. Dean: What are you talking about? Cain: The mark can be transferred to someone who's worthy. Dean: You mean a killer like you? Cain: Yes.

–spn 9x11

Dean: I took down a monster. Because that's what I do. And I'll continue to do that until… Castiel: Until you become the monster. Dean: You can leave now, Cas.

–spn 10x22

Dean, in his right mind, keeps the monster (hurting people) locked.

Dean: Well, tell Uriel, or whoever…you do not want me doing this, trust me. Castiel: Want it, no. But I have been told we need it. Dean: You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out.

–spn 4x16

Michael: You fellas didn't think this out, did you? Even if you could force me out, what do you think I'd leave behind, hm? You'd be nothing but blood and bone. Dean: Then we don't kick him out. We keep him in. Michael: *screaming and banging on the door* Dean: It'll hold. My mind, my rules. I got him. I'm the Cage.

–spn 14x10

Dean: It's a Ma'lak box. Secured and warded. Once inside… nothing gets out, not even an archangel. Especially an archangel. (...) Sam: That's your plan? You want to be buried alive? Dean: Buried's not safe enough. Plan is, pay a little hush money, charter a boat to take me out to the Pacific. Splash. Sam: You and Michael, trapped together – for eternity? Dean: Yeah. Sam: You do realise how insane this is, right? Dean: It's the only sane play I've got. Michael gets out, that's it for this world. And he will get out. Sam: Well, how do you know that for sure? Dean: Because I do. Because I can feel him in my head. That door is giving. I can feel it giving.

–spn 14x11

That's why both Death and Billie easily convince him to follow their plan. There's nothing more important for him than protecting people—especially not his own life/comfort.

Death: So I could remove the Mark, but only if you will share it with another… to ensure that the lock remains unbroken and the Darkness remains banned. Dean: I'm not doing that… not to anyone. Death: What if I told you I could relocate you somewhere far away, not even on this earth, where you would still be alive, but no longer a danger to yourself or to others?

–spn 10x23

Billie: Well, it's the funniest thing, but they've all been rewritten. They all end the same way now – with the archangel Michael escaping your mind and using you as his vessel to burn down this world. Dean: All of them? Billie: All of them. Except one.

–spn 14x10

[kalevalakryze]

Vod'ika

For Bo-Katan Week Day 3: Bo-Katan & Satine Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, Mentioned Pre Vizsla, Mentioned Adonai Kryze Warnings: I feel like Pre Vizsla Admiration should be tagged asdfghjkl. I live for the ways the ship can be taken, and I just know Bo admired him so much, but fuck, that’s toxic as hell. Other than that, it’s just some sisterly fluff, and Bo-Katan being a cute kid before the wars can take their toll. Notes: I wasn’t happy with the first fic I wrote, so I wanted to throw together something smaller to make up for it asdfghjkl Word Count: 999 Summary: Before Satine could stop her, Bo-Katan was rising to her feet and tugging the comforter off of Satine’s bed to wrap around her small shoulders, a comical sight, truly, which had Satine stifling her laughter politely behind her hand as the girl started strutting around the room, dramatically throwing the corner of the blanket to the side each time she stopped and jutted her hip out. AO3 link: Here!

"Satine!" She could hear the sound of small feet hitting carpet as the young girl ran into her room. The blonde's head rose just in time to see her vod'ika crash through her bedroom door, a paper helmet with too much tape sitting on top of her head. "Satine!" Bo-Katan called once more, excitement palpable. "I'm boooored!" Bo drawled as she moved further into her clean room.

There was a quick glance back at her data pad.. studying the rise of government on Mirial could wait, Bo-Katan always knew the best ways to drag out everything in her room and make an awful mess. Turning in her chair proved to be the right move, as the redhead threw herself into her ori'vod's lap the moment she was facing her.

Bo-Katan was still her little sister, but her growth spurts were finally hitting, soon, her little sister wouldn't be so little anymore. Gangly limbs wrapped around her immediately as the redhead got herself comfortable. "Bored? How can you be bored?" Satine questioned with laughter in her tone. "I thought you were training with Buir to be a verd?"

The young girl nodded her head quickly. "I am, but it's no fun without you anymore," Yellow-green eyes peered over her shoulder, to the datapad. "What're you doing in here that's more important than training, anyways?"

“Well,” Satine shifted to adjust the younger girl in her lap. Satine had taken her creed, and her entire life had faced an upheaval. It had been a sudden, grinding change in the way her training shifted from combat and focus on her physical abilities, into learning the ins and outs of politics. She hadn’t been allowed to join Bo for her training for weeks, now, and she truly did miss her little sister. “There is a wide variety of different governments all across the galaxy, it is our duty to learn to navigate the different species peacefully,”

Bo-Katan’s brows furrowed as she read over the datapad on the desk. “Peacefully?” Satine’s smile twitched at the confused conviction in which the eight year old spoke, her buir had made the… executive decision that Bo-Katan would not need to learn these things, and Satine had known better than to question it externally, but there was always a wonder on if Adonai expected Bo-Katan to fit into the New world they were manifesting.

“Yes, peacefully,” The blonde clarified as she guided Bo-Katan’s interested hands from the device as she’d started to scroll and tap around. “How has training been going?” The question succeeded in diverting her attention, as the young vod’ika bounced in her lap with a burst of excitement.

“Buir’s friend came to visit! Pre Vizsla!” She exclaimed, Satine’s arms wrapping around her waist and pressing into her back to stop her from tumbling to the ground. “He taught me some of his moves, too!” Bo squirmed until Satine let her back down, reenacting the moves she’d been taught against imaginary enemies.

“He’s been fighting in the war, too! So you just know he has so many cool stories!” Bo-Katan gushed, giving up on showing Satine her new cool moves in favor of sprawling out against soft carpet, hands folding over her stomach with a leg raised in the air. “I wanna be just like him one day,” The dreaminess in Bo’s tone did not go unnoticed by Satine, who had winced at the small child’s admission, hopefully she would grow out of it, and soon.

“That is quite impressive,” Satine agreed with a small smile playing on her lips. Bo wasn’t aware of the larger plans at play, didn’t know that they may enter a new world where she would never be able to don their parent’s armor, that there would be no need to keep fighting. “I am glad you are taken with him, he is the textbook example of mandokarla,”

Bo nodded her head as she stared up at Satine. “He really is, and his armor is so cool, I can’t wait to learn how to use a jetpack,” Yellow eyes flickered to the transparisteel window to the view of mountains of Kalevala, already imagining herself flying through the spires. “Do you think Buir will let me have a cape when I get my armor? Or d’ya think it’ll be too flashy? I think I wanna be dramatic,”

Before Satine could stop her, Bo-Katan was rising to her feet and tugging the comforter off of Satine’s bed to wrap around her small shoulders, a comical sight, truly, which had Satine stifling her laughter politely behind her hand as the girl started strutting around the room, dramatically throwing the corner of the blanket to the side each time she stopped and jutted her hip out.

Bo-Katan strutted all throughout the room, before once again coming to her Ori’vod, clambering in her lap once more without preamble and dragging the blanket up with her. Satine shifted to wrap it more securely around the both of them now. “Are you tired?” The teenager questioned as Bo’s head settled against the crook of her neck.

“mhm,” A small yawn, stifled by a small face turning to press into her shoulder. “Don’t tell buir, I’m ori’verd,” The time of naps was only a few short years ago, but Satine wasn’t about to deny her vod’ika the luxury after she’d spent all morning and afternoon out in the training yards.

“You are ori’verd, a sleepy ori’verd,” Satine agreed, raising her fingers to card through soft red hair, brushing out tangles with her fingers as deep breaths eventually evened out. It was always so amazing how fast the child could fall asleep after ‘the zoomies’ hit. Satine kept her fingers carding through her hair while she returned to her data pad with her free hand. As much as she wanted to drift into the calm embrace of sleep with Bo, it was safer to continue her studies, especially if their buir came looking for either of them for their respective training.

Translations: mandokarla - Having the ‘right stuff’, showing guts and spirit, the state of being the epitome of mando virtue vod’ika – little sibling ori’vod – older sibling Ori’verd – big warrior buir - parent

[xexiar]

God! I’m currently working on explaining this blasphemy!

First read around I understood why and thought it was entertaining. But going back on it, this was unnecessary. It’s causing more harm than good. It paints him as a wild animal that can’t be control.

Sure, it comes back to the whole kidnapping by villains. But like, it’s a teenager! And he’s being showcased in a major event that he’s not stable.

So of course nobody should have been surprised that he got kidnapped. Especially when making it clear as day that not even trained heroes know what to do with him.

Which makes his character even more amazing and inspiring. Because, here’s a child who’s put in the spotlight both good and bad. A child who has to constantly be pressured to be “perfect”. But same time people sees him as a monster. The society itself doesn’t see him as a person but as a weapon.

And the whole thing about Best Jeanist being a hero that “conforms” “trouble youths” always hit a nerve with me. Constantly trying to push ideals onto a child to fit into society.

Deku has the obvious being rejected by society for being quirkless. There’s the whole “victim” who eventually stands up for himself.

But there’s nothing like having your every move judge at every waking moment. To have grownups question your every thought. Where how easily you can be seen as a villain if you break an unspoken rule.

It really does hurt to see him go through all that. But I enjoy the few moments where he explores who he truly is as a person. He’s caring, encouraging, hard working to get what he wants. He’s also very friendly.

Then we also get to witness that he doesn’t know many society acceptable behaviors for kids his age. Like activities and gestures that boys his age tend to do. He’s very isolated.

For example: many people when meeting me and knowing my story say that I’m “a shelter child” all because I don’t understand or know common things that people outside my situation knows. I didn’t know there was a thing called Comic Con until college. A lot of my peers were shocked that I didn’t even know that or common events within my own city. I grew up in NYC but know absolutely nothing about it. A lot of people are shocked at the fact I don’t have a common accent to tell what part of NY I’m from. I never knew about the Nintendo or Dinsey store. I basically only ever knew about the outside world was through the internet or documentaries.

So I understand and see the same signs in Katsuki. Of course he doesn’t agree with not using his quirk in public, because everyone always telling him how amazing his quirk is. So he shows it off to hopefully get praised for doing good. The few times he seems to have a social life is with people that lives within walking distance from school to home. He does not travel. He does not know anything outside of his bubble.

Katsuki is basically a “shelter child”. I hate that term. So while going through UA his bubble grows. Izuku isn’t just a childhood friend he has mixed emotions about growing up. Izuku is also like a comfort blanket for Katsuki. Izuku is someone he knows, so it’s easier to go to him when something is wrong.

And as Katsuki has a person, he’s also learning knew things. His bubble is no longer small. It gets to where he doesn’t seek comfort from Izuku, that’s where I believe is when he starts to try to understand his emotions. Like why go to someone who no longer serve their original purpose? I think Katsuki then gets hits with a realization that his life feels empty.

He finally has “friends” and is getting comfortable with himself. He starts trying to make amends for past actions. There’s a borderline between obsession due to that’s the only thing you know and relearning an emotion that was always there.

I’ll use myself as an example for that part. I didn’t I liked girls the way I know now to be. I fought with myself the whole time. Thinking how “we’re just friends” to justify my actions. Always agreeing with my female “friend”, giving her gifts, even giving flowers and calling her pretty. She thought I was weird. Then later in life when I finally understood myself more and my emotions, I learned this “friend” feeling was actually a crush.

Hence why I love the idea of Katsuki coming to terms with himself and eventually realizing he always had a crush on Izuku. And then having those emotions grow but trying harder than ever to bury them. It’s so poetic. Now with this new volume I’m super excited to see if he will finally confess. After all, he is Katsuki Bakugo and he always has to be first.

… SHIT! Lol I rambled lol 😂 I’m not editing or taking this down. Either way, oops 😅

[holdenmarrswritings]

Trolls

The town of Idmus was a fairly small but established stop between two of the larger cities in the region. It was a peaceful town of good people. They were in a heavily wooded area alongside a river, and so their main product for the kingdom was lumber. Most of their food came from their own hunting and fishing, and what they couldn’t kill they traded for. As towns went, it was a very safe and quiet one.

Until the earthquake.

The quake shook the town to its core, reducing some buildings to their foundations. The ones still standing were damaged inside and out by fallen trees and fallen belongings. By some miracle, no one was killed, but many were wounded. The town didn’t have much in the way of medicine, so they sent for a doctor right away. While they did the best they could tending to the wounded, the able-bodied set about repairing and rebuilding the town. So we find Godfrey, hammer in hand. He was boarding up windows about town to try to keep out the cold that was approaching.

Godfrey was a handsome young man. His beard had finally begun to grow in more than patches, and his hair was a deep auburn. He was tall and strong. He was one of the premier hunters in town, and could often be seen with his godfather, Alaric. He’d been orphaned at birth, his mother giving her life to bring his into the world, and Alaric was the closest thing to a father he’d ever known. His own had abandoned them before he was born. 

Speaking of his godfather, he rounded the corner of the building that Godfrey was working on. Godfrey may have been tall, but Alaric was a mountain of a man. He’d been a guard for noblemen in his youth, and he had the broad shoulders and broad scars to prove it. Upon spotting Godfrey, Alaric whistled to get his attention and began to speak.

“Well Godfrey,” said Alaric, “it looks like it’s time for another hunt. Shall we?”

“I think we shall,” Godfrey said, setting down his hammer.

“Meet me at the southern gate,” Alaric told him. “And don’t mess about!”

With that, the two separated, and went to their respective dwellings to gather their bows and other hunting gear. They regathered at the southern gate shortly and departed to enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the day.

“So what’s it like to be so old and unmarried?” Godfrey asked. “Surely the nights must be lonely.”

“About as lonely as yours, you little shit,” replied Alaric. “When’s the last time you took a woman to bed? Wait a moment, it would be the first time too wouldn’t it?”

“I’m saving myself!” Godfrey said, hissing his defense so as not to scare away any potential prey. “Our Lord says it is the righteous thing to do.”

Alaric scoffed. “You think the warriors of old saved themselves? They spread their seed across the land, like men!”

“And you spread yours across your sheets old man, now hush. We have work to do.”

Alaric smiled and decided to stop teasing the lad, knowing full well that he had eyes for one woman. The two of them had been beating around each other’s bushes since they were children. So Alaric left it well enough alone, and the two of them continued stalking through the woods – now in silence. They pulled a few rabbits out of yesterday's traps, but the trees were suspiciously quiet. Many of the older, more rotten ones had fallen during the earthquake, their weakened trunks unable to stand up to the tectonic forces.

“Alaric, correct me if I’m wrong, but that cave wasn’t there last hunt,” said Godfrey.

Alaric followed his gaze and saw the cave he was speaking of. Indeed, it had not been there before. It had a massive entrance being blocked in part by a fallen tree, perhaps the reason they’d not seen it sooner. 

“I do believe you’re right, Godfrey.”

“Should we take a look, do you think?”

“I do believe we should. Could be anything in there though, so be ready.”

With caution they approached the cave’s entrance, keeping an eye out for any telltale signs of a bear or a mountain cat. They climbed over the tree blocking the entrance, Alaric’s old bones giving him trouble while Godfrey bounded over it. Godfrey waited for him on the other side with a smirk.

“Don’t get too cocky boy,” Alaric told him. “I can still put you in the dirt anytime you’re ready.”

“I’m well aware old man, now let’s get on with it. We’re losing light.”

So on they went, unknowing of the trespass they were committing. They hadn’t gotten too far into the cave before it split into two tunnels. One of them smelled positively foul and was pitch black, and the other one had something… magical, about it. It looked as if there was some kind of cerulean light coming from deeper in, and Alaric motioned for Godrey to follow him into it. Silently, they made their way deeper into the dimly lit depths. What they found, they could barely believe. Crystals were growing in fanned outcroppings at the end of the cave, glowing a blue hue that matched the sky on a summer’s day. 

“By Baldir’s beard,” said Godfrey, his voice full of wonder. “What in the world is this?”

“I don’t know,” Alaric whispered. He wouldn’t have believed what he was seeing had it not been right before his eyes. He’d only heard stories of crystals like these. Stories from the olden times, from the times of Baldir and Venleah themselves. It was said that the crystals gave rise to the god-kings and heroes of yore. But surely, those were just stories – weren’t they?

Godfrey reached out and touched one of the crystals. When he did it broke off and fell to the ground, shattering upon impact. Alaric reached down and picked up a few pieces. He was able to crush them in his hands, but they didn’t seem to produce any dust when he did. Instead, it seemed Alaric absorbed it directly into his calloused palms. He gazed at his hands in amazement.

“For the love of our God,” said Alaric. “I feel… I feel…”

“Are you alright?” Asked Godfrey.

“I feel strong as an Ox!” Alaric said, his voice echoing in the dark. “I haven't felt such vigor since my youth!” With that, he reached out and crushed more crystals. He seemed hungry – hungry for power. Godfrey placed his hand on Alaric’s forearm.

“My friend,” he said. “I think that perhaps we should not tempt the Fates. You should stop this, we don’t know anything about these crystals. We should –”

He was interrupted by a roar. It was a sound that neither of them had ever experienced, and it sent a shiver down their spines. They turned around, and what awaited them was not something of their world. It was some hulking creature born of nightmares.

Alaric was no small man, but this monster stood some heads above him. It had rough, thick-looking skin with brownish-green mottling that gave it an almost scaled appearance. Its head was mounted to its torso by a stump of a neck, and where its nose should have been there were simply holes. Its eyes were beady and front-facing, black as a starless night. Its ears were mounted flat to the sides of its head and looked almost human. A mouth full of near tusks finished its facial features, but the truly terrifying part of it was its body. They had never seen something with such muscular bulk. Barrel-chested and with arms the size of a man’s torso, and legs like tree trunks, it stomped toward them with flat feet that had only three toes ending in stubby, hoof-like nails.

Godfrey snapped out of his stupor first, and took aim with his bow, letting loose his arrow too quickly and with not enough force. Still, it managed to pierce the monster’s hide eliciting another roar. The creature charged forward and swiped at them with a massive hand, missing them and slamming into the wall of the cave as they lept out of its way. It may have been large, but it was slow.

Alaric had left his bow on the ground and it was now splinters under the foot of the creature. So, he drew his knife and readied himself for a fight as the beast righted itself. Godfrey loosed another arrow into its shoulder, but this one simply broke upon impact. He turned to put some more distance between himself and the creature, but stepped into a hole in the ground, twisting his ankle. Godfrey cried out in pain as he fell to the floor of the cave. 

The creature roared in triumph as it closed in on Godfrey. He took out his dagger and tried to defend himself as the mountainous bulk bore down upon him, but it was no use. The monster grabbed him by the legs, lifting him into the air like a child playing with a doll. Godfrey screamed in agony when the creature ripped his right leg off and dropped him to the ground. It took a bite out of his thigh, its tusks tearing through the flesh with ease. Godfrey continued screaming, the adrenaline keeping him conscious through the pain. The creature quickly grew tired of his cries, and with a wet, squelching crunch crushed his head beneath one of its elephantine feet.

Alaric watched the events in horror. The monster continued to feast upon Godfrey’s leg, seeming to have forgotten about him entirely. Alaric had known Godfrey since he was but a babe, and images of the life Godfrey had lived flashed through his mind. He’d been a good boy, and had grown into a fine man. Suddenly, Alaric was overcome with rage. With a mighty warcry, he sprinted to the beast and dug his knife into the back of its knee. 

The thing roared in pain, dropping to kneel as Alaric pulled the knife from its flesh. It swung blindly behind itself, but Alaric dodged its mighty paw with a nimbleness that should belong to a much younger man. With a strength beyond that of his body, he lept high onto the back of the beast, driving his blade into its shoulder to secure his purchase. Its pained cries continued as it tried desperately to throw Alaric from its back. But Alaric was blind with a Berserkers fury and reached his other hand around and dug his fingers into the eye of the monster. With a shout he ripped his knife loose and swung himself over its shoulder, keeping his digits inside the beast's eye socket. Blood covered Alaric as he himself roared like a beast, and plunged his knife into its neck, over and over again. The creature began gurgling as it started to drown in its own blood, and in one last desperate attempt at survival, managed to rip Alaric from its face and throw him away. But, it was too late. Alaric bounced off the ground and rolled himself onto his feet, but the knife remained in the flesh of the beast.

The death throes of this creature were titanic, and as it bled out Alaric noticed Godfrey’s body next to him. In one final moment of passion, Alaric grabbed Godfrey’s bow and notched an arrow. He drew back with the last vestiges of his newfound strength, bending the bow with the force of his pain. He loosed the arrow with a tremendous shout, and it flew true, burying itself deep into the beast's remaining eye. The creature tensed up, then went completely limp, falling to the ground in a heap. Alaric was left bruised and panting, but ultimately the victor. He cried out in excitement at his win, and in pain at his loss. 

Before he could take his time to mourn, however, he heard another roar.

[babulejka]

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i match you up with Ao Lie!

◌ silly little guy<3 this match might seem quite unusual, but makes perfectly sense (at least in my head)

◌ he’s funny, easygoing and i just have this ~gut feeling~ you’d get along very well. you’re both chill, gentle and patient. your honesty causes him to take more action (and he’s really thankful for that). he likes your sarcastic and sassy side, he doesn’t mind the teasing (sometimes unexpectedly he’d tease you back, but then immediately come back to his silly persona).

◌ he’s very understanding when it comes to your abandonment and attachment issues and he does his best to make sure you’re feeling secure and comfortable in this relationship.

◌ you two have very special connection, you just get each other, others might think you are telepathically connected with how harmonious ya lovebirds are.

◌ i can also see you saving his life many times, he’s just so clumsy and airheaded, you’re probably the only reason he’s still alive.

◌ with that’s being said i feel like you'd help him develop more serious and goal-oriented side and he'd bring you comfort of having someone loving, who's loyal and would do anything for you ♡

◌ he would be very interested and invested in your hobbies. tell him about world’s mythologies, he’s very curious about them. as mythical creature himself he might tell you some fun facts about chinese mythology pantheon and it’s creatures.

◌ ao lie loves your voice, he could listen to you forever. he makes heart eyes whenever he hears you. he often asks you to tell him about your interests or to read him book aloud, so he can hear your beautiful voice. once you feel comfortable enough to sing in his presence, he’s amazed. your singing might not be the best in the world, but ao lie loves it anyways, he’s just enamored with the fact he gained your trust and you’re showing him your vulnerable and more private side. definitely would join you.

◌ i think he’s pretty good at drawing, he’d love to draw with you (and draw you)

◌ he is strongly connected with the nature and animals LOVE him. with his pretty face and cute dorky personality he might easily be considered as disney princess. you two spend a lot of time outside, just walking and taking in beauty if your surroundings or having picnics with lots of fruits. and like a disney princess, he is animal magnet, so you always end up accompanied by birds, cats and every other possible animal that might live nearby.

◌ journey to the west-wise he was once banished to a stream in mountains, so his connection with water is vey strong. if you’d ever wanted to go swimming, he’d be more than happy to join you and have some fun in the water.

◌ horse riding dates! long peaceful rides in comfortable scilence, sometimes interrupted by comment and quick laugh from either of you. just you and him enjoying each others presence and beauty of your surroundings… the only thing is that he is the horse. and now, don’t get me wrong, animals absolutely love him, your precious horse and her daugther are no exception, the problem is that he cannot ride a horse for his life. despite his ability to turn into one he just cannot make it work for him. the amount of times he fell from a horse would be funny if he wasn’t injured every time it happens. it’s a bit weird, but it’s necessary for his own (and horses) good. you’re making it work anyways.

◌ reading dates are also a thing :) just sitting together, all cuddled and comfy, reading reading the same book and exchanging little kisses between whispering sweet nothings to each other. sometimes he asks you to read aloud some fragments of your book and he joins you, reading dialogues with funny voices, making you laugh. and sometimes you’re just sitting on opposite sides of the couch, reading different books, in comfortable scilence. just calm cozy couple things, you know ♡

◌ now, when it comes to his main love language… i believe it’s definetely physical touch. he loves giving you all physical affection you need. kissing your hand, playing with your hair, tracing patterns on your skin… it comes to him naturally. it’s like his primal instinct is drowning you in love (although he'll never cross your boundaries, of course). he absolutely loves laying with you in his arms, admiring your pretty face and looking in your beautiful dark eyes filled with stars.

◌ but when it comes to YOU giving him affection… well, at first his brain would stop functioning, he’ll be flustered blushing mess giggling nervously from sheer happiness it gives him. you’re this man’s sun, moon, stars, basically whole universe, he’s beaming from joy that you’re his dearest partner, even a little kiss on the cheek could kill him. he’ll get used to it eventually, still blushing like crazy, though.

◌ after some time in your relationship he started to notice one thing. in your all-black outfits you start including one other color: green. it’s just anywhere in your belongings even though black still covered the majority of them. when he asked you about this, you just simply answered that it reminds you of him and you would always have it with you. besides it mixes well with black. your dragon themed jewelry was final hit, by the way. he actually could pass away from overwhelming feeling of love and happiness in this moment.

◌ BLACK AND WHITE AESTHETIC COUPLE. you two catch a lot of stares, because hello??? elegant and classy-looking beautiful woman dressed in all black and adorned in exquisite silver jewelry and cute looking guy with amazing hair, dressed in white walking around the streets with intertwined hands and matching green accents in their clothing… how people possibly counld not stare? you're that couple others point to and go "goals".

[nosetoons]

Reptilizard

Reptilizard, known as Norman Evans in real life, is a well-known all-star across the world, being a favorite among many in the Unnormal High School.

His origin film reveals that he was once a human leading a gang, before one day, he had once led a mission involving raiding a private laboratory that studies on mutagenics which would then turn into a setup for Evans to be betrayed by his crew, feeling as if it was time for a change in the crew due to his "lackluster performance" as a leader. To make things worse, to ensure he was to never come back, he was injected with serum infected with reptile DNA, resulting him to become what he describes as a "freak". Norman, now having the look of an anthropomorphic lizard, to this day seeks the one who made him into this abomination, as well as a cure to make him back to normal. It won't be easy though, as the gang disbanded not too long after the incident, and it seems those in it have moved to other places.

In reality though, Reptilizard has always been the way he looks, and despite his gruff appearance, as well as making snarky remarks time to time, he is however known as one of the more kinder and more respected people in Hollywood.

I had a really hard time trying to figure out what Reptilizard's character description would be, so if this isn't all that great, I do apologize, but sometimes it's really difficult what character you want them to be. Despite this, I decided to give him a slight redesign, giviing him a more worn out and gruff appearance than the last time I drew him.

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Jackson Overland Frost

Series: Rise of the Guardians

Continuity: FIlm version

Age: 18 (physical appearance)

Height: 5'9"

Birthplace: Burgess, Pennsylvania, United States

Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Frost spirit

Occupation: Guardian of childhood fun

Sister: Mary

Bio:

Before becoming an immortal spirit of fun, he was Jackson Frost. His parents had lived for a while in Burgess, Pennsylvania. He was born on a frosty evening and was certainly loved by his parents. Though he wasn’t entirely the good boy his parents thought him to be, he often played pranks on the other villagers and had a tendency to joke around often.

It’s only at ten years old when he learned of responsibility when his little sister was born. Jack bonded with his baby sister immediately and vowed to protect her no matter what, she’d certainly grow up to be very close with her brother too. Jack would dedicate himself to make sure his sister knew nothing but joy and laughter, especially after their father died.

Their father had unfortunately died of a horrible infection from an animal bite during a hunt with the other men thus leaving just Jack, his mother and sister. He was there for his mother and made a promise to make sure things stayed happy for the two of them now that he had to be the man of the household at such a young age.

Jack would continue this pranks, tricks and silly fun. He’d hang from trees and swing around pretending to be an animal to make his sister laugh or play games like hopscotch with her. While he played a little too many pranks and games, even his mother telling him that he can’t have fun all the time, he loved it and was happy with his life.

While it was spring, the snow was still on the ground and the lake was presumably still frozen in. Jack normally would check with a stick but the ice looked surely perfect enough to skate on that he made the fatal mistake of not checking that one day. With his mother’s last words to him being “Be careful.”, he’d go out onto the ice with his little sister.

Just as they were skating, the ice started to crack under his sister. While she was normally a very quick little girl, even earning the nickname of Flea because of her speed, she was too scared at how fast the ice was cracking to move out of the way of the cracking ice.

Jack would immediately calm her down, pretending to play one last game of hopscotch with her before throwing her out of the way and onto the solid ground where no ice could fall in under her. While he laughs that they did it and lived, Jack wasn’t watching himself and fell into the frozen water where he drowned to death.

That was when the Man In The Moon, a being who chooses creatures from all over the galaxy to protect children, chose Jack for his kind heart and love to protect his little sister. He revived Jack from the dead with the goal that he would protect the children of the world from harm by bringing them fun in their lives. Yet Jack wouldn’t know this.

He was resurrected with no memories of his past and no understanding of why he was here. All he was told by the man in the moon is that his name was Jack Frost with no explanation of his powers or that he was even a dead young man brought back from the dead.

Though he’s curious and immediately used his magic stick to bring snow to the area, realizing he could fly with the powers of the wind where he’d immediately fly to a local village. He’d tried to ask where he was in the village only to realize nobody could hear him, see him and walked right through him. He had to live in complete isolation like that for 300 years. Mostly alone as he only briefly met with the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause every once in a great while.

300 years later, Jack was told by North (Santa) that he was a guardian to which Jack would immediately reject it. He was far too fun and relaxed to be a guardian in the same way all the other guardians were, but the journey to stop Pitch Black opened his eyes that perhaps he could protect others by giving them the fun and joy they need to have the strength to be strong.

After being a large part of Pitch Black (the boogeyman)’s defeat, Jack was finally seen. He was first seen by a boy named Jamie and quickly snowballed into now every child being able to see him.

Not only was he finally seen by people, he was able to unlock the memories of his past and finally figured out why he was brought to life again. Sometimes he does wonder if Jamie is related his little sister, solely from how similar he thinks they can be.

Today, Jack is a winter spirit who protects children and adults when danger hits. Even if they can’t see him, he’ll still help him any way he can with the power of icy winds and snow.