#got some inaccuracies but still pretty cool!

[murdercide626]

South Island map

by FolksyWig011

[mywonieverse]

Lotte World

pairing ・❥・ enhypen x gn!reader

synopsis ・❥・ you spend the day with your bf at Lotte World

【 NOTES 】 fluff. warnings: mentions of fainting, small glimpse of skinship, and smooching 😽

• if there are any inaccuracies regarding the park, i apologize.

~ this is my first time writing something like this and basically my first post so let me know if you like it! I’ll try to work on being consistent in the future to put out more posts like this!

[heeseung] would take you to watch the parades and shows at Lotte World. Since you both love music so much he knew this would be a perfect date. Of course he would also do the other things you do at amusement parks like riding the rides and eating the food but he focused the day specifically on the great performances.

You would enjoy the dancers, admiring their amazing performance, admiring the bright colorful lights. When you turn to heeseung you see him admiring you instead. As he would look at you more than the dancers, watching you enjoy the performance. He would flash a smile at you when he got caught staring, making your cheeks glow red as he would tell you how beautiful you are.

Midway through the show, he would hold your hand and run towards the arcade. As he told you he had something he wanted to show you. The two of you walk in and he leads you to the claw machine containing all of the cutest stuffed animals. He would ask you which one you want. But you refused to decide on just one because there were too much to choose from. So he won a bunch of them just for you. You were amazed with how good he was on the machine and you couldn’t stop but jump in excitement from all the new plushies you left with. As the two of you watched the parade, you shared a few kisses and finished your day at Lotte World.

[jay] takes you to the gift shop first. He wants to grab things to use and wear throughout the day, especially to match with you. He would end up getting you both matching bunny headbands. The moment you put it on he could not stop smiling. He joked saying how stupid you looked but then proceeded to put his on and said that you could look stupid together. But in his head he couldn’t get over how cute you looked.

After making those purchases at the gift shop he would take you to the museum at Lotte World. You would joke saying how he is an old soul but he didn’t mind that since he enjoyed these kind of things. He took in every moment, every sight he saw and you couldn’t help but adore how interested he was. It wasn’t as boring as you thought it would be, it was actually pretty interesting and cool to learn about the history shown in the museum.

Walking out of the museum, he heard your stomach growling. He would ask where you wanted to eat but you left it up to him. He would take you to grab some corn dogs as the two of you would sit and laugh about the things you talked about. It wouldn’t be too long until the two of you got tired and wanted to call it a day.

[jake] knew how much you loved animals so you get invited to a date with him at the aquarium. He was so excited for the day he even prepared days ahead just to make sure it went well. He would ask you if you needed anything before you walked in but you told him you were okay, and so the two of you went inside.

Excitement played out on both ends. Taking turns at pointing at the animals. He would then go on with facts about them too it’s like he studied for this just for you. You couldn’t help but watch his eyes twinkle as he spoke to you. Then suddenly you give him a little kiss and his reaction was the biggest grin, looking at you like he was the happiest man alive. The two of you would laugh it off and continue on your tour around the aquarium.

As the tour was coming to an end, the two of you still felt like you had a lot of energy. That was when you suggested to go on a ride. Normally, Jake would be terrified but just for you he would go on any ride. Especially since he felt the need to get this energy out too. You chose to ride on a rollercoaster which was not exactly his favorite but again he wanted to go with you.

The ride ended up being just what you needed. He may have screamed a bit but he made it out alive and so did you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his screams though. He would make it clear that he wanted that moment to only be between the two of you.

To end the day off he surprised you with a ride in the hot air balloon. He’s actually a bit terrified but with you by his side he took it easy. The two of you would keep your hands in each other’s the whole time. He would mention the kiss you shared earlier at the aquarium and how he owes you one now. You would try to explain yourself but your mouth would already be met with his before you can get a word out. Now you were the one cheesing hard at the boy. And that would be the last thing you did that day before going back home.

[sunghoon] shockingly took you to the ice skating rink. In reality he just wanted to show off how good he was to impress you. But he refused to admit that and used the excuse that he wanted share his passion with you. Unfortunately for you, this was not your thing… at all. Even after the verbal lessons you could not stay on your feet, fall after fall. And just when you were about to get a concussion, he grabbed you and guided you himself. He would try his best to teach you again this time with you in his arms but he knew you needed a lot more practice. He looked at you in silence and just smiled. You would ask him what was wrong with him. He would laugh and tell you that it was cute how clumsy you are. You told him to shut up and he laughed more as he put your hand back in his and you two exited the rink.

He decides to grab some sweets and some drinks to make it up to you after. You ended up with a huge cookie and boba to snack on after the fight of your life on the skating rink. He silently watched you eat. And that was when you finally decide to look at him and ask what he was doing. He just admired how happy you were to eat. He even wanted to buy more for you. But you refused to let him. As you turn away from him to eat your cookie. You heard a click sound coming from a phone. You turn back around to see Sunghoon grinning and taking pictures of you. You push him to stop but he makes the excuse that he was taking a picture of the ferris wheel.

He eventually stops when you wouldn’t stop ignoring him. Until he bugs you for one more picture. This time it’s a selfie with him to capture the moment. You lean in close to him as he counts 1, 2, but before three he lands a kiss on your cheek and takes the photo. In response, you playfully hit him but he didn’t care he was full of smiles and giggles. As you left Lotte World, he would post the selfie on social media letting the world know he’s your boyfriend.

[sunoo] is like a kid going to Lotte World for the first time. He was excited to take you to the rollercoaster and ride with you. He enjoys the thrill of rides and does not get scared of them. While waiting in line with him, he insisted on taking pictures. Capturing the moment before you get on the ride. To be honest, you are a bit nervous about the roller coaster. Usually you are good with these type of things but being here with Sunoo made it nerve wracking since you didn’t know how he would react to how you handle rides. But just for him, you keep a smile on your face and talk to him to distract your nervous feelings.

As you were next up in line, he would ask if you were okay and you just nod with a smile. He can tell you aren’t feeling okay so he lets the others cut you guys first until he knows you’ll be alright. He puts his arms around you and whispers questions like if you’re going to be okay and asks what is going on. You tell him the truth. You don’t want him to change how he looks at you. And that is when he reassures you that it never mattered, he will love you even more because of that. That had your cheeks hurting by how much you were smiling in that moment. His words got rid of all of those feelings. Now it was your turn to hop onto the rollercoaster.

The ride was so fun, you didn’t even realize how much you were screaming. At first you didn’t want to but then Sunoo would scream with you and hold your hand. You actually enjoyed that more than the ride.

After the ride, he grabbed your hand and ran to the food stands. He went straight to the foods he always wanted to try. Until he would stop himself from ordering more. You knew how much he wanted it though so you ordered it yourself and that had him confused. You gave him the food and took a bite out of it to show him that you’re eating it together. And that would put the biggest smile on his face. He had issues with this and you knew of it but with you he felt comfortable.

And that was when he would notice the sauce on your cheek as he would use his finger to wipe it off but the distance between you two was almost nonexistent. You were so close that he would end up giving you a kiss on the lips. He stopped to look at your shocked face until you returned the kiss. After a few selfies and laughs you would end up leaving the park closer than before.

[jungwon] wanted to walk around and explore before deciding on one thing to do. He loved how nice the day felt especially with the good weather. He also loved walks even more when it was with you. He took your hand in his and strolled through the park figuring out what to do. But he didn't really focus on that, he actually focused on getting to know you better. He would ask the most deepest but also the most randomest questions like if he was a worm would you still love him. He asked questions like that or questions about your interests from your favorite colors to favorite movies. He was just so interested in what you liked because of how much he liked you. He would have his fair share in answering questions you asked too, like what was his favorite foods or what clothes did he like to wear.

You two would laugh and talk before you accidentally ended up at the front of the carousel. You looked at the pretty attraction and then turned your head to his dimple smile and that was when he insisted on going on it. You were hesistant at first because you felt too big and too old to go on it, but he denied that and took your hand to drag you onto it. You would let him do it though because a part of you did miss how fun it was to go on the carousel.

You laughed as you chose the ponies you wanted. Obviously you chose two that were right next to each other but realized you were right... you were not as small as you used to be. Both of your feet touched the ground and so did his. But you just laughed it off and tried your hardest to pick your feet up.

He was never a guy with bad ideas because this was the most fun you had all day. Maybe it was because he was right by your side but either way you knew you would look back at this day as one of the better ones in life. After exiting the ride, he asked if you were scared and you gave him a dirty look as he laughed in your face. You would walk away from him but stop once you felt his hands touch your waist. He grabbed you and hugged you from the back as he told you that he enjoyed the ride and knew what to do before you guys end the day. It was insanely hard to contain yourself but you just went along with it and let out a few giggles after he gave you a few kisses.

He would take you to the last stop of the day... to the gift shop after grabbing a quick snack. He wanted some souvenirs before leaving, especially something you both can share and look at in the future to remind yourself of this time. You end up buying matching t-shirts and plushies that he thought resembled you and him. When you got home you took pictures with your new shirts on holding each other's stuffed animal. He would post it to social media with " goodnight :) " as his caption.

[ni-ki] takes you on every ride. He absolutely loves going on rides and his goal for the day was to go on every single ride at least once. You weren't sure if you were completely up to it but you went with it since it made him so happy. Besides it's always good to try something new.

Ride after ride. He never lost the excitement and joy on his face. You did start to grow tired but you didn't want to ruin his fun. You enjoyed the series of rides too, it just got tiring to walk so much and stand in line for so long. Then you guys would approach the drop ride next. The nerves would really start to hit your stomach and your feet could not take one more step. You felt like you were about to faint.

To stop yourself, you laid your head on his shoulder and he would let you but he was confused as to why you did it all of a sudden. Then concern would hit him. He asked if you wanted to take a break from the rides to grab a bite for a bit. As much as you did not want to waste time, you knew you needed it and you did not want to collapse on him and ruin the entire day... so you agreed and he led the way to the nearest stand.

After eating, you felt a whole lot better. But Ni-ki started to look tired after his snack. He would let out a big yawn. It turns out he also gets tired just like the rest of us. He would let you know that he was getting tired and wanted to go home soon. But you insisted on one more ride to end the day. The Ferris Wheel. To your surprise, the line was shorter than expected and you didn't have to wait so long to get on. While waiting in line, he would step out for a bit and record you with the ferris wheel in the background. You wondered what he was doing but let it slide because he found his smile again. He ended up taking pictures too before getting on the ride.

The ferris wheel was so calming and the view was so beautiful. He just had to capture the moment once again and took a picture with you before taking pictures of the scenery. There was just something so romantic about sitting next to the boy you love in the air with the beautiful sight beneath you. You two ended up sharing a kiss or two... maybe three. You didn't keep count you just wanted to live in the moment before going back home.

[happy74827]

Happy Accidents

[Todd Ingram x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You might've broken your leg due to Todd, but that didn't mean you couldn't still have quality time together.

WC: 2672

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

This was such a random plot I came up with, but I’m actually in love with it. I feel that this little one-shot is 100% Todd accurate (I say little but it’s literally 2k words lol).

Also, please don’t send the vegan police after me for my inaccuracies (lmao). Google was my only option 😭😭

『••✎••』

Spending time at the hospital wasn’t the plan you had in mind for your Friday night. You expected it with you curled up on your couch watching whatever crappy reality show that was airing with Todd by your side.

He was always the perfect person to binge with; his reactions were an endless source of sarcastic commentary. It actually made it funnier.

But you couldn't be too upset. You still had Todd, and you had… some television. Sure, it wasn’t 90 Day Fiancé, but it was better than nothing.

Usually, when it came to broken legs, you were at the hospital for two hours. Two. Hours. Not you, of course. Your boyfriend had to be a vegan and have those whacked-out powers. It was a given that there’d be an accident.

Who knew a flying amp could be so hard to catch?

At least you didn't have a concussion. The only injury was your leg, but your leg was completely messed up. Three different fractures in your femur and a torn ligament. It was the most you had ever been injured in your life, including all those times you fell off your bike or when you broke your arm in third grade.

The doctors at the hospital said that they couldn't let you leave until Monday. Surgery was also still on the table and could happen as early as tomorrow, which you definitely weren’t paying for

So, you were stuck in the hospital, eating the terrible hospital food and watching stupid television.

And the worst part about all of this was that it was slowly taking your mind off of Todd.

It was only the last couple months when the two of you started dating. Neither of you were exactly serious or anything, but you had feelings.

He was a big guy and a real sweetheart, not to mention a badass with those powers of his. It was obvious that he had a good heart, and he didn't take shit from anybody. That included you.

You had to admit that it was cute when he got jealous. He never had to worry, though. You were never interested in guys like him. You had your eye on Todd, and now you were stuck in a hospital bed because of him.

Now that it was just a memory, the moment you broke your leg was pretty comical. Envy needed a rehearsal before their band went out on tour the following week, and since you and Todd planned the night out together, you attended their quick practice.

As usual, they were awesome. You were like a little fangirl when Envy started singing. You kept your cool, though, sitting on the couch while they ran tempo and entrances. You weren't paying too much attention either, until you heard a voice and turned your head.

Lynette, the drummer, apparently had a very salty day and decided to pick fights with Envy’s ideas. She even suggested that she should learn how to write songs. That was a big no-no when it came to Envy, and it was made very clear that it would be her last comment for the day.

It was a blur, really. Envy and Lynette were throwing insults at each other, and Todd was caught in the middle of it. He was pretty bad at confrontation when it didn’t technically involve him and so he usually let it slide, but something about Lynette had pissed him off this time.

You could still remember the words he said.

"You know what I hate about you? Your hair."

You giggled, and that was your mistake. Lynette absolutely loved her hair. That haircut was her pride and joy. Todd could never understand what it was about it, but it was Lynette's favorite feature.

So, when he insulted her favorite thing in the world, she immediately started attacking your boyfriend, causing you to go over and try to stop this before it escalated.

Well, it escalated. Todd subconsciously went into “vegan mode” when he was mad. It was a defense mechanism or something like that. In any case, an accidental movement of his hand had an expensive amplifier aimed right at your leg.

Envy saw it coming and screamed his name to get his attention, but he couldn’t hear her over Lynette, and you couldn't move out of the way fast enough.

And then, everything stopped. All you felt was the excruciating pain that was apparently your broken bone, multiple places, as you later found out. Your mind went blank for a moment as all the horrified expressions of each band member turned towards you.

Todd threw the amplifier aside with his powers, profusely apologizing to you. His hair settled back down to normal as he took you in his arms.

"Oh, god, am I an idiot." He said. "I didn't mean to… oh, man, you’re okay, right?"

You were on the verge of tears when you nodded your head. The adrenaline of the moment had taken over your pain as you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight.

Envy most definitely cursed him out on your behalf. Lynette was still pissed as she stood off to the side, crossing her arms with a huff. She didn’t really know you, so she didn’t really care that you got hurt.

But Todd knew you, and he cared a whole hell of a lot about you. He was going to be making up to you for a while. You were going to get the apology of a lifetime and probably an entire chocolate cake with strawberries. You loved strawberries.

You did not care about your injury at that moment, though. The scene of Todd apologizing to you, Envy yelling derogatory words at him that were obviously unknown to him, and Lynette's head turning in the other direction was probably one of the best sights you had ever witnessed in your life.

“How’re you feeling?” Todd’s voice snapped you out of your memory. He was in the chair beside you with a hospital pillow on his lap. He had a bag of Doritos in his hand, which he was munching on.

You turned your head over to him and couldn't help but smile. It was a smile full of love and adoration, one that made Todd raise an eyebrow.

"I'm alright," you replied, reaching for the water that was by your bedside. You failed miserably, but Todd noticed it and hovered it over to your hands.

He took the opportunity to grab another chip and take a bite before looking back at you.

"You sure you're okay? I mean, you got hurt 'cause of me.”

"That's what I get for dating a badass, I guess." You laughed, shaking your head.

Todd scoffed, "That's not funny."

"It kinda is."

"Whatever." He crossed his arms and pouted a little bit. "I'll have to watch my back more now. I could have killed you."

“It’s okay. Envy would’ve reunited us if you had. She would’ve torn you a new one. I'd say you dodged a bullet there.”

As Todd munched on his Doritos, nodding along to your words, you knew there was nothing in his brain that connected what you’d just said. He was most definitely agreeing, just to agree.

And just because of that, you couldn't help but admire him. He was sitting there with his messy hair and those brown eyes of his. His clothes were wrinkled, and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but none of it mattered to you because he was still so beautiful.

Todd being a vegan was also a blessing because it gave him such an amazing physique. He was lean but toned, his abs always visible even under his baggy shirts. Not that you cared if they were showing or not.

"Can I have a chip?” You asked him.

He turned towards you with a look of horror on his face. "You don’t like these. You like the non-vegan Doritos.”

“Aren’t they all… not vegan?”

Todd let out a sigh, his eyes rolling back.

"Not these. Spicy Sweet Chili. I got these from the vending machine. They're for me."

He sounded like a little child, which you couldn't help but laugh at. He always was so serious about these things, even though they were snacks that were meant to be shared with people.

"That's not what I asked." You said.

"Yeah, but-"

You made grabby hands at him. You were starting to feel that pain again as your muscles were getting tired. You needed those chips.

"Todd, please."

He let out a sigh, trying to hold back a smile. He was always such a big softie for you.

He handed over a bag of chips, and you wasted no time in taking one. Immediate regret as you took a bite out of the spicy snack, choking as you did so. You managed to swallow it down before taking in a drink of water to wash it all down.

"Told you that you wouldn't like them." He said with a grin.

"I… like them. I just don't like how I feel after I eat them."

"Mhmm.”

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes. "Stop being smug."

"I can't help it if I'm so cool." He winked.

He wasn't wrong, though. Todd had a very good self-esteem about himself and was never shy to tell you so. But it was the way he said it, that smug look of his and his stupid wink, that made you want to punch him and kiss him.

It was those little things.

"You know," you said as you crossed your arms, "this isn't how I planned on spending my Friday night."

"I know, babe. I know."

"I mean, I thought we were going to have some quality time. The two of us and the TV, I really wanted to catch up on that old Ed and Rose storyline.”

"I know, I know.”

"And instead, I'm here with and because of you." You glared at him as you finished your sentence.

He was ready for your attack, crossing his arms to match yours. You two were in the middle of a staring contest when Todd opened his mouth to say something, but the nurse came in at the worst possible moment to interrupt him.

"Ah, you're awake. How're you feeling?”

Unfortunately, this made Todd win the battle as you were forced to look at the nurse. She had a smile on her face, one that made you feel relaxed. Todd turned to look at her as well.

"I'm feeling better now." You said. "Thank you for asking."

The nurse nodded her head, writing down your words before turning to Todd with a smile. "Since your friend—”

“Girlfriend.” He corrected her, pointing a finger at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to the side as you did so. Your laughter got the nurse to smile.

"I apologize. Since your girlfriend is doing better, you’re welcome to visit back in the morning. Visitation hours are from eight to twelve and one to three. After that, only family will be allowed in.”

Todd turned to look at you, and you could see that he wanted to say something, but with a simple nod from you, he leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed, giving the nurse his attention.

She gave him another smile as she looked back at you. "I’ll come back in about an hour for a checkup. Press the button if you need anything in the meantime."

"Thank you." You replied.

She left the room smiling, leaving the two of you to look at each other.

You let out a sigh as you leaned your head back on the bed, closing your eyes. Todd's eyes never left you, staring at you as you did so.

“Should've said we were married. I would've been able to stay the night here." He said.

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to sleep because of your snoring. You know, that's why I get up so early in the mornings. I have no choice but to leave the bed when you're snoozing away."

Todd had the audacity to smile at that, shaking his head.

"Whatever, I don't snore. Besides, you love the way my arms feel around you."

You opened one eye, staring at him. "Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"No. I'm just stating the facts. I have great arms if you hadn't noticed."

You scoffed at him and his bragging. You closed your eyes again.

"I hate you so much."

"I know." He said with a smirk on his face. “Can I have my chips back now? You ate almost all of them."

You handed the bag back to him without another word, sighing deeply. You could feel Todd's stare at you as he opened up the bag again.

You heard him take another chip into his mouth as he stared at you, but he was too quiet, so you knew he had something else to say.

"What?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know that I meant it when I said sorry, right?"

"Of course I know, Todd. You always apologize."

He swallowed down his chips. "Yeah, but this time I really meant it. I was so scared when you got hurt. I didn’t mean to; I just got pissed at Lynette, and that all happened."

"Todd, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You would never hurt me."

"You're sure?" He asked.

You opened up your eyes again, looking at him. He was staring down at his lap as he said those words, biting his lip. You could tell that he was genuinely worried about this, so you reached over and made grabby hands again, but instead of the chips, you were looking for him.

Todd looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. He placed the bag of chips aside and got out of his chair, going over to the side of the bed to look at you. You placed both of your hands on either side of his neck, smiling at him.

"I'm positive. I know how much I mean to you, Todd. You don't need to worry. I'm not mad at you."

He was looking right into your eyes as you said that and nodded his head, moving closer toward you as he placed his hands on the side of the bed. You didn't want him to be too far away from you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I didn't mean for this to happen. I swear."

"I know." You replied. "It's not your fault."

You stared at each other for a few more moments before he leaned down and kissed you. He placed both of his hands on either side of the bed as he deepened the kiss. He didn't do this often, but when he did, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was also extremely careful now that you had broken your leg, making sure that he wasn't putting any pressure on your side. He placed one hand on your face to hold you in place as he kissed you while his other hand supported his body.

It felt like a few minutes had passed before he broke the kiss. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

It wasn't the first time he said it, and it definitely wasn't the first time you had said it to him, but it was the first time you heard those words without any fear in his voice. There was no worry, no hesitation, only love.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a smile on his face. His brown eyes always captivated you, especially when he smiled.

You felt your own smile spread as you looked into those beautiful eyes of his, kissing him on the cheek before snuggling up to him.

You felt his hands wrap around your body and sighed contently. Eventually, he’d have to leave, but until then, you were going to enjoy this.

And if it came with spicy chips, then even better.

[montammil]

June of Doom Day 24 - "Let's get you cleaned up."

| Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

Characters: Lawrence, Marshall

Came out later than I was intending because I got a bpd diagnosis today lmao. Not what I was expecting but I guess that means just another oc to project all my issues on--

Didn't proofread because I'm exhausted lol. I know I probably got some medical inaccuracies, but I don't take my whump seriously enough anyway XD.

CW: Parental whumper, dangerous cuts, blood, stitches, stockholm syndrome, mild infantilization, platonic/non-sexual nudity

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It was like every other day. Lawrence worked a lot and Marshall would keep himself entertained while he was gone.

He often went out to the yard to tend to the plants, drawing in the sketchbook Lawrence got him, and reading through his bookshelf. He reread some of them already, but he was going crazy without anything else to do.

He had always lived a solitary lifestyle, but this was a whole new level of isolation.

Even though Lawrence said to never go into the forest alone, he never said anything about the beach.

Lawrence had been gone since this morning. He usually left at ten, and then returned by five. And since Marshall was done his chores early, he had nothing better to do other than explore the beach.

The tide pools were always pretty to look at, and he liked finding interesting seashells to keep.

He made his way through the woods, wincing when sticks poked his skin. He eventually got out to the clearing of the coast. It was a gorgeous sight, as per usual. The sky was clear and the ocean sparkled, glittering beneath the sunlight. The waves crashed against the sand. Marshall always appreciated how peaceful it was out here, no one to disturb the stillness of the beach.

Marshall wandered down the shoreline, admiring the seagulls flying above him and the different kinds of shells he could collect. He picked out the prettiest ones, deciding he could make a bracelet out of them for fun.

He looked up from the sand to gaze at the ocean. It was so tranquil today. He loved how the salty air smelled, and the way the cool water felt against his bare feet.

He liked to swim every now and then, and sometimes Lawrence even swam with him. It wasn't very fun though, since Lawrence would freak out the entire time and make him promise not to go deeper than his waist.

He sighed at the thought of having to endure another lecture about safety when he got home.

Just as he was walking up the steep hill of rocks and large boulders, he tripped over the sharp edges of a rock and tumbled backwards, yelping as he skidded down the rocky slope. The grit dug into his palms and the exposed part of his knees.

Marshall laid on the sand, dazed and confused, trying to figure out what happened.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, glancing down at his hands. They were bleeding profusely, and so were his knees. His calves were cut up too. Some of them were small enough to be small scrapes, nothing that a bandaid and some ice couldn't fix. But some of the cuts were deeper and wider than others, and they burned like fire.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the overwhelming pain.

It was his fault for being clumsy, so he sucked it up and started cleaning himself up as best he could.

He picked the pebbles out of his knees and hands, gritting his teeth through it. It wasn't very effective, and he had to stop due to the blood coating his arms.

Marshall slowly made his way to the house, stopping every few minutes to take a breather.

He didn't want to get in blood in the house, but he needed to call Lawrence. He was told to only use the phone in case of emergencies, but he thought this counted as an emergency. He knew he was definitely going to get scolded later.

The scolding would definitely be worse if he didn't call him, so this was for the best.

He limped up to the front porch and swung the door open, wincing at the soreness in his muscles.

He quickly staggered inside and grabbed the home phone from the kitchen. He dialed Lawrence's number and waited impatiently for him to pick up. After a few rings, the line connected.

"Hi, Marsh! I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy right now. Did something happen?" Lawrence asked. Marshall could hear the sounds of several people talking in the background, so he assumed he was at one of his production meetings.

"I, uh, kind of got hurt and I was wondering if you could come back."

"Hurt? What do you mean?"

He winced when he took a step, trying to ignore the sharp pain coursing through his body. "It's fine. I just scraped my knees and hands." Marshall wiped his tears, glancing down at one of his open wounds.

The biggest one was on his leg, right above his knee and still had blood pooling from it. He grabbed a napkin with his free hand to put over the cut. It was a miracle he wasn't having a panic attack.

"How badly?" Lawrence's tone was deadly serious.

"I don't know." Marshall cleared his throat, which had been feeling scratchy the past few minutes. "But it really hurts. There's blood everywhere, and I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up, I swear. I just thought you should know, and I couldn't get the bleeding to stop, so--"

"Just put pressure on it, I'll be home in thirty minutes! Can you hold on until then?!"

"It's fine, I'm not dying." Even if it felt and looked like it.

"Just wait there, okay?!" He heard frantic footsteps, and him yell something to likely one of his coworkers. "Stay on the line."

Marshall did so. He felt nauseous and his head was throbbing. He slumped down on the ground, biting his lip hard enough to break the skin.

The napkin was soaked with his blood now. He let out a small groan and wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. He tried thinking about other things to distract him from the pain.

A little sooner than thirty minutes later, Lawrence slammed open the front door, panting like he just ran a marathon. The first thing he spotted was the blood.

Marshall tried to get up and show him his injuries, but he wobbled and fell back, letting out a distressed noise.

Lawrence rushed over to him. He crouched in front of him, grabbing his wrist to examine his hands. "What happened?!" he demanded, inspecting each cut, and then moving up to his knee. He tried being as careful as possible when he peeled back the napkin, revealing the wound. His eyes widened in horror. "Shit." It was rare he cursed in front of him, so Marshall knew he was freaked out. "How did this happen?"

Marshall didn't meet his eyes. "I fell, it was stupid."

"It's fine. Everything's fine..." Lawrence's hands were shaking, a clear indicator he didn't believe his own words.

He rushed to one of the kitchen cabinets to grab the medical supplies, and then jogged back over to Marshall's side.

He started applying some disinfectant on his injuries, emitting a cry from the brunet. Lawrence cooed and rubbed his thigh soothingly. He dug into the med kit to pull out a suture kit. Marshall paled at the sight of it, immediately shaking his head.

"N-no, I don't need stitches. They'll be fine. It's just a few scratches." He tried pulling his leg back, but Lawrence firmly kept it in place.

"It's okay, just try to relax. I've done this before, and it'll be quick." Marshall remained skeptical but obeyed him. Lawrence pulled his leg into his lap and unwrapped the suture needle from its package, readying it against his skin.

Marshall wanted to ask for something to ease the pain, but he couldn't speak. He squeezed his eyes shut.

He could handle this. It was just a couple of stitches.

Marshall's bottom lip wobbled. It hurt so much. He hissed while Lawrence thread the needle through the cut. It only got worse once he tugged the string tight. He opened one of his eyes to see how many more were left.

The wound was extremely wide and long. Lawrence went on, his eyes not leaving his work for a second. It broke his heart each time Marshall would cry, but he persisted.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally tied the last stitch. He then put on some antibiotic ointment and covered it up with a bandage. He stood up to put the medical kit away. Marshall's entire leg was red from the blood, but it wasn't as swollen as he thought it would be.

Lawrence squatted beside him to wash out the other wounds, and then put bandaids over them. Marshall was scared more would need stitches, but after those, Lawrence deemed them unworthy of that.

Marshall put his weight on the blond, who scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up, buddy." Lawrence placed him on the closed toilet seat and lathered a sponge in water and soap. "Just gonna do a sponge-bath for now, okay? We can get you a bath in a few hours when we need to change your bandages. Now, arms up."

Marshall mindlessly obeyed, letting Lawrence pull the shirt off of him. He had a few growing bruises on his newly exposed skin, but no cuts.

"Why didn't you stay inside?"

"I was bored," Marshall admitted.

Lawrence scrubbed the dirt and dried blood from his skin. "There are plenty of things to do in this house. What were you doing outside anyway?"

If he weren't injured and on the verge of a breakdown, Lawrence would have definitely unleashed his full anger. "I went to the beach. It's comforting." Lawrence briefly paused, to which Marshall continued, "I fell down on that rocky hill-thing. You know the one I'm talking about, I think."

A long, disappointed sigh left Lawrence's mouth. "You're telling me, instead of climbing the actual path like a sane person, you decided to climb the rock mountain?" Marshall shrugged. "You can't do that again. It's dangerous. And you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry..." he mumbled. He leaned forward so Lawrence could clean his back and check for bruises. "You're acting surprisingly calm," Marshall joked weakly, in attempt to lighten the mood.

"I'm keeping my composure, for your sake. This could have been a lot worse than just a few stitches. If you'd gotten tetanus, we would be in the hospital." He pulled back to look at Marshall. "You did get your tetanus shot, right?"

"I think so."

Lawrence's lips curled into a frown. "You think so?"

"I don't remember, okay?"

"Marshall..." He shook his head in disappointment. He retrieved some fresh clothing and helped him into it, putting him into sweatpants and an old t-shirt. "You're getting a tetanus shot tomorrow, no objections."

He really disliked when Lawrence talked down to him like a kid, but it was a nice reminder that someone cared about his wellbeing, even if he wasn't pleased. "Okay," he whispered.

Lawrence kissed his forehead and picked him back up, carrying him to the couch. He gingerly lowered him down, before grabbing a few pillows and blankets.

Marshall watched him spread the blankets across the couch. When he was satisfied, he gently tucked a pillow under his head, and then wrapped a fuzzy blanket around his thin frame.

"I'm going to make you something to eat, alright? Then I'll go clean up the mess."

Marshall didn't even realize there was a puddle of his own blood still in the kitchen until now. His lips quivered, and Lawrence pressed another kiss on his head, making his breathing even out again.

"Sorry I messed up your day."

Lawrence smiled sadly. "You didn't mess up my day, you could never. But we're going to have a conversation about listening to me. That's all you need to do, kiddo. If I tell you not to do something, it's because I have a good reason. I'm just trying to take care of you."

Marshall nodded, allowing Lawrence to leave. He was tired of getting into arguments with him about the 'listening' thing.

It wasn't worth it anymore. He'd never win.

He tried to get comfortable on the couch, but all he could think about was the gaping wound in his leg and the pounding headache that hadn't gone away.

Marshall allowed himself to be fed chicken noodle soup for lunch. He stayed laying on the sofa, trying to focus on the TV and the sound of Lawrence washing the dishes. He had just taken his medicine, so he hoped it would kick in soon and his body would start relaxing.

He felt a tear slip down his cheek. He tried wiping it away with his arm, but more just came out. It was humiliating, and he was ashamed of himself.

Lawrence's face softened when he saw his reddened eyes. He finished drying off the bowl and quickly crossed the room. He knelt beside him, stroking his hair away from his eyes. "Oh, honey, what's wrong?"

"I'm just stressed and in pain, 's all." He sniffled.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

He wiped his tears again. "Can you hug me? I just-- I don't like being alone right now."

Lawrence didn't hesitate for a second, shuffling onto the couch to hold him in his arms. He stroked his hair and spoke sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally planting kisses on his head. He'd never feel comfortable being vulnerable like this with any person. Even when he was an actual kid, his parents didn't show him this much affection.

He pulled back. "My poor baby," he crooned, squeezing his cheeks between his fingers. He pushed the brown locks of hair behind his ears. "Are you ready for a nap, kiddo? Or do you need more cuddles first?"

"Cuddles."

"Of course. C'mere, Marshie." He shifted around on the couch so Marshall could lay atop of him. Lawrence buried his nose in his hair and continued to stroke his head. Marshall clung to his sweater, drifting off to Lawrence's heartbeat.

[madwolfxiii]

Season 3 of Bridgerton. Holy shit. I loved it. As a fan of not just the show, but also the books, I am excited with some of the changes they are throwing in. But everyone on the Bridgerton fb group I am in are not. Should I be shocked since it's people on fb??? But I just had to share my little rant review that I posted in the group for all of the people being salty. Spoilers below!

What can I say about those final 4 seasons of Bridgerton except WOW. And it's a good wow. I was upset that it was split up but the season was still amazing. Romancing Mr. Bridgerton has been my favorite of the books (so far). And I feel like they really did it justice. They had the main story beats while still doing something different.

Moving onto the Francesca stuff. You know what. I am actually excited about the change to Michaela. At first when people were spoiling it I was just like, why do they have to do that? I feel like genderbending an established character is just lazy. But I can forgive it because I think it would definitely make their story interesting! Now I could be saying this because I haven't finished her book. I started it before watching season 3 and just got to where John died and Francesca had her miscarriage. So I am not so invested in her and Michael as people who have read the book and may consider it their favorite. But I can see why people would be bummed with a major change to their favorite couple.

But I HIGHLY disagree with everyone saying that the show will be unwatchable now. It's still the same story. Just Michael is Michaela and that will just present more obstacles for them. I do realize a big part of Francesca's storyline is her infertility and wanting children. That really doesn't need to change just because she falls in love with a woman. She can still have that struggle. They can show it during her marriage with John before he dies. Maybe they really struggle to get pregnant then they do and he dies and she loses the baby. Michaela can help her through that and they fall in love and maybe adopt!

But before I hear the "well their relationship can't be public because it wasn't allowed back then." Are you really looking for historical accuracy with Bridgerton? Mixed couples were DEFINITELY not allowed back then but the Queen is poc. Bridgerton is presented as like an alternate timeline to history. The real Queen Charlotte was not of color. None of the couples in the books are mixed. But Shona created this world where it is accepted in earlier times then real life. Not without scrutiny and struggle, obviously, as we see in Queen Charlotte when skin color is commented on throughout the season. But some people are okay with that inaccuracy but put their foot down with a main couple being a gay one? On the topic of them being accepted and being able to be public, well that may be part of the storyline and maybe the Queen helps them out. In the novelization of Queen Charlotte, her and George knew about Brimsley and Reynolds and they were okay with it. I'm sure the Queen would have found a way to let them be together if the story wanted to go that direction. Sadly we never found out what happened to Reynolds.

Also people are saying that Michael is supposed to be one of the hottest love interests and their book is the steamiest. Uh it still can be. Michaela looks pretty hot to me and I am as straight as they come. If seeing two girls be intimate on screen makes you uncomfortable then that's your problem. I am ready to see Franny get down and dirty with her lady love.

Also I totally saw Benedict as bi since season 1. He always came off as a little bi curious and I was so happy that he finally accepted it. Good for him for having a threesome. The only complaint I had about that particular storyline was how we would be watching some Whistledown drama then it would suddenly cut to the threesome. It was sort of jarring, as hot as the threesome was. But I thought it was cool seeing Benedict explore his sexuality because like I said, in actual history that was not allowed. But Bridgerton isn't following actual history to a T. It's paving its own way and I am fine with that. With the mention of the masquerade ball next season, Benedict will FINALLY get his love story. Maybe Sophie would be down for a threesome. Who knows.

Also to all the people STILL saying Polin was unconvincing...you need your vision checked because their love and their happy ending had me in tears. I was really happy with how well it did follow the book while also changing it up enough to make it interesting. Because if I want the beat by beat story of the book, I will just read that again. That's the thing people. WE STILL HAVE THE BOOKS. They are not going anywhere. This show will not "ruin" them.

[thinkingofausername]

Pairing BG3 companions

I made every possible pairing and how I think they would look.

(this is just my opinion and i'm still fairly new to bg3 and i have yet to thoroughly meet the characters so there's probably inaccuracies but this is all in good fun)

Astarion:

+Shadowheart = banter, sassiness, sexiness, BIG issues with opening up, enemies to lovers trope

+Gale = canonically compete and have a hilarious grudge against each other, also canonically hilarious when irritated, beneath the comedic duo is a gorgeous romance (neither experienced genuine love, just use and abuse), canonically both are devoted lovers

+Karlach = beautiful gorgeous precious, she would adore and protect him and he could never hurt her, perhaps better as platonic but either way very nice

+Wyll = definitely Astarion teasing Wyll for being a "noble fairytale prince", perhaps stemming from Astarion's grudge about never being saved and then ironically being with a savior, Wyll would be very patient and kind and it would piss Astarion off before he had a breakdown about it

+Lae'zel = possibly the toughest combo, Astarion might like her spiciness but i'm honestly not sure what would get her to warm up to him, they're both survivors tough, under Astarion's prissiness is someone who's gone through many hardships and so has Lae'zel so trauma bonding might be possible, they could also bond about their regrets about hurting people in the past, i could see some mutual respect there some day

Shadowheart:

+Gale = don't know how to explain but this just makes sense, they would look like an obvious couple, definitely bonding about being devoted to people who never deserved their loyalty, they'd also hilariously sass at people

+Karlach = beautiful gorgeous yes, sexy girl power and all but jokes aside very precious, i mean we do remember Shadowheart's first comment towards Karlach right?, Shadowheart would definitely be receiving princess treatment

+Wyll = gorgeous couple, i can see Shadow snarking at people and Wyll sending apologetic looks but she would be very soft with him in private, he would definitely have her guard down and cherish her

+Lae'zel = no idea how to explain but Katara and Toph vibes??, the tough girl and the princess, they've got guts the both of them, they'd be badass, just two hot girlfriends judging everyone

Gale:

+Karlach = precioussssssss, they'd be so good to each other, they're both such good companions and lovers, they'd protect and cherish each other very much

+Wyll = Wyll's duty and fairness and Gale's devotion? their full devotion to their lovers? their hearts entirely in the romance? yeah i could see them being sickeningly sweet husbands

+Lae'zel = see this i think would be pretty iconic, the loving wizard and his warrior wife, he'd be so nice to her and she could heal and learn so much

Karlach:

+Wyll = oh we knowwwwww this is top tier, the prince of the group and the most precious woman on earth, obviously perfect for each other

+Lae'zel = Karlach would hug and tease the hell out of her and she would grumble so much, they'd be pretty cool and sweet at the same time

Wyll:

+ Lae'zel = yes, yes this could work, kind of similar to Gale and Lae'zel in the sense that Wyll would be very kind to her and she'd be baffled and caught off guard, i can see her changing a lot as the relationship goes on, she'd probably eventually be a bit softer and nicer, maybe a little less murdery, but obviously still cool

[irondad-defensesquad]

The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 1

Also posted on AO3!

I spent the entire day writing this. The second chapter will be posted shortly, I hope.

There might be some timeline inaccuracies but the MCU already sucks at that, so bear with me, lmao.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - mentions of bullying, death, suicidal thoughts and self-harm.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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To Iron Man,

My name is Peter Parker and you’re my favorite hero! Look, I drew you! Your armor is pretty hard to draw but I tried.

I like building stuff too! I wanna grow up to be just like you one day. I heard you built stuff when you were just five. That’s so cool!

Sincerely,

Peter, age 7

Parker

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To Iron Man,

Hi! It’s Peter again. Parker. I dunno if you remember me. Did you get my first letter? You must be busy being the coolest hero in the world so I understand if you couldn’t answer.

Anyway I’m going to the Stark Expo! For a whole week! I’m gonna see you up close!! My Uncle Ben is the best. He’s a big fan too!

See you there!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker, age 9

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To Iron Man,

I can’t believe I actually met you!! Twice!!! You said “nice work, kid”! Did you remember me??

Yeah too bad I’m grounded… I really scared Uncle Ben and Aunt May. But thanks to you I’m okay! This was the best week of my life! Do you think we’re gonna meet again? I dunno but it would be nice.

I hope you’re ok after all that. That Hammer guy is nobody! That’s what he gets for messing with you!

Anyway I have to go to bed, good night!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Iron Man

Dear Mr. Stark,

Hi, Peter again! How are you? I got really worried… I never thought I’d see aliens like this. Then I saw on TV that you flew right into the wormhole and I got so scared that you would get stuck in it forever…

Do you ever get scared, Mr. Stark? Aunt May and Uncle Ben tell me they’re surprised that I don’t get scared often. But I was really scared something happened to you or to them. I don’t wanna lose anyone else…

We’re all okay though! But I still hope you’re safe now, Mr. Stark.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I saw what happened in Malibu and I got so scared! I’m really sorry you lost your home. I was so sad and afraid you were gone, but Uncle Ben told me you’re gonna find a way out of this. You always know what to do, Mr. Stark! You’re a genius! I know you’ll come back somehow and defeat the bad guys, like you always do! I’m rooting for you!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

P.S.: I tried to draw you again but no armor this time! Because you’re a hero with or without the armor! I hope you know that. Even if I never send you this… or any other letters…

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Happy birthday!

I actually had a science fair today… and I built my own miniature arc reactor! It’s not as good as yours of course. But I got a pretty good grade! Even if I didn’t win the fair, I was in third place!

There’s this kid Flash, though, I think he got jealous and he tried to break my arc reactor. I didn’t let him! He really doesn’t like me and I dunno why. I never did anything to him. But I guess nobody likes me at school except for Ned, who’s my best friend. We like building LEGOs together.

Okay, sorry for rambling, Mr. Stark. Hope you have a great birthday!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I had a bad day.

I mean I guess everyone has bad days. Maybe you have bad days too. But sometimes my bad days are really bad.

Flash is even worse, because he usually just insults me and I ignore him, but he has some friends that do the dirty work. Like today they shoved me in a locker and the hallway was completely empty. It was dark and very tight in there, it was kinda hard to breathe. I screamed for help but no one would hear. I didn’t have my phone so I couldn’t call anyone. Eventually the janitor found me and let me out.

I think I might be claustrophobic like the doctors say. I felt like I was gonna die in that locker…

I didn’t wanna tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They’re always busy and I know Uncle Ben is gonna get really angry. Like he doesn’t get angry at me but he doesn’t have to worry. I don’t want him to worry and get upset because of me.

… Sorry for being a downer, Mr. Stark. Sometimes I just really hate school.

Hope you’re ok.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Have you ever seen Star Wars? I watched it with Ned and I love it! We binged the movies on the weekend, then we spent all day talking about it and all the theories we came up with.

Ned really gets me, we’re into the same things and we really laugh a lot. I’m really glad to have him.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t really sleep.

I’ll be honest, I write when I can’t sleep. And I have to be real quiet or else Aunt May or Uncle Ben will find out and they’re gonna get worried about me.

I dunno, nothing particularly bad happened today. I mean, Flash was a jerk like always, but it never went too far. I just feel something tight in my chest that won’t really go away. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, like I’m still stuck in that locker.

Now that I think of it, not even Ned knows about the locker thing. I guess only the janitor knows. And you. Kinda.

But I think everyone knows Flash taunts me and they don’t really do anything. But I don’t want my aunt and my uncle getting worked up about it. I feel like my school wouldn’t really care anyway.

…

Would you care, Mr. Stark?

I dunno. Maybe not.

Writing to you helps anyway.

So… thanks.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Liz is so pretty.

She’s a girl in my school. She’s not in my grade but she’s in the Decathlon with me. She’s smart and funny and cute and gorgeous…

Flash can tell and yeah, he loves being a jerk about it.

Liz is nice to me. Well, she’s nice to everyone. But she compliments me and I feel all fuzzy inside. It’s so weird.

I kinda hate that I started writing stuff to her too. I’m DEFINITELY not sending that to her. It’s so cheesy!

I think she likes Star Wars. She was super into my conversation with Ned today. And then I couldn’t really concentrate with her eyes on me, totally interested in what I had to say…

Mr. Stark, what should I do? How do you talk to pretty people?? And why am I asking this to Iron Man???

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I really hate Valentine’s day.

I mean, I like Liz but she already gets a bunch of stuff, obviously, because she’s the greatest girl ever and it’s not like anything I do would be good enough. But all the Valentine’s cards I get are pranks. Once Flash and his friends pranked me and the card told me to wait after school. And I stayed there and nobody showed up. I even bought flowers and chocolate but I threw them away.

I did make a little card though. But it wasn’t that red heart we’re all familiar with. I kinda modeled it after your new arc reactor, Mr. Stark. I’m not really good at art, but it looked kinda cool.

In the end I just gave it to Ned, because he’s probably the only person who makes me feel good. And he loved the card so much. He gave me chocolate in return!

I guess it wasn’t so bad.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

It’s my birthday! And I got a camera!

I remember playing with my uncle’s old camera as a kid, and he thought I was a great photographer. So he and my aunt surprised me with a brand new camera! I’m also in a photography extra class so I can learn more!

It’s really fun. I actually love analog photography. I love the whole process, the chemicals, that red light in the dark… It's still a laboratory and I’m all for it.

And at least it’s the class where I can enjoy myself without Flash pestering me so much.

I’m having so much fun!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Sorry for not writing in a while.

First, would you get mad if I told you I went to Oscorp?

I mean, I went there with my school. It was okay, I guess. Though I would rather go to the Avengers Tower if I’m being honest. I dunno why Midtown never arranged it.

Anyway, I took some cool pictures with my camera. But I think I got bitten by something. Then I learned about the radioactive spiders they kept there. It was creepy. I don’t like spiders.

The bite in my hand looks pretty nasty. In fact my hand kinda hurts. And so does my head.

I should probably stop writing.

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Okay. A lot of stuff happened.

1) I don’t have to wear glasses anymore. When I try, my vision looks pretty blurry.

2) I can glue myself to things and I think that’s worse when I’m too anxious. I literally couldn’t get out of bed one morning without my hands holding my blanket.

3) I can hear EVERYTHING. All the other floors in the building, even whispers or flies, stuff like that. I can overhear Aunt May and Uncle Ben talking or the calls they have to take.

4) My brain sorta screams when I sense any sort of threat. Like when Flash approached and I felt tense all over.

That definitely has something to do with that radioactive spider.

I had a pretty bad fever, my aunt and my uncle were pretty worried. No one really knew what was going on. I’m just glad it’s over. But now I have to deal with these… powers. And I wish I could turn them off. I thought of getting those soundproof headphones, y’know?

It’s so much. I know you don’t have powers, Mr. Stark, but what would you do if you were me? Would you be able to find something to quiet them down?

I can’t really talk to anyone else about this.

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

My Uncle Ben is the greatest guy ever. Besides you, of course.

He loves doing everything with me, like watching movies or going to baseball games. I love doing those things too. However, in the middle of the game, I think I had a “sensory overload”, like Aunt May said. Because I was really overwhelmed by all the screaming, the spit, the smells, the lights… I tried to be strong for my uncle but I made the excuse I had to use the restroom. Uncle Ben was going to take me there but I didn’t want him to lose the game so I decided to go alone. I think he could tell I wasn’t okay because he followed me and took me somewhere quieter. Uncle Ben is probably the most patient man I know because he didn’t get angry at me. In fact he suggested we should go home. I couldn’t really protest because I knew I wouldn’t handle the rest of the game with all those loud people.

He didn’t really talk to me on the ride home, but I heard him talking to Aunt May. He was pretty concerned. He said there was something off about me lately. Aunt May just told him to give me some rest for now.

I started crying in my room.

Now I can’t even enjoy baseball games with my uncle. Nor movies. When I found him watching TV, the noise and the light was too much for me. I felt so bad. I didn’t even eat dinner. Aunt May had to leave me some so I wouldn’t go to bed without any food.

I hate this. I hate these new powers, these sensations.

Why can’t I be a normal kid again?

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t sleep, again. Even less now with these powers.

I have so many more questions to ask you, but there’s one I really want you to answer.

I’m a good kid or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I like to play, I’m a good student and I don't bother anyone. I love Aunt May and Uncle Ben, and I know they love me too. But sometimes, I get sad. I don’t cry even if I want to. My eyes are heavy, I know I’m overwhelmed, but I can’t sleep at all.

Do you get sad, Mr. Stark? What do you do when you get sad? How do you not get sad?

I really want a hug right now but I don’t want to wake up my aunt and my uncle, because they have to go to work early. Is it weird to say I want a hug from you, Mr. Stark? Is it weird to admit I wish you showed up at school to save me from bullies and my own powers? That’s stupid, right?

At least you’re never going to read these letters…

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Uncle Ben died.

He’s gone.

He’s really gone…

Ever since that baseball game, I started feeling more irritated. I distanced myself more and more. The bullying at school got worse. I started doing stupid things to my body. I didn’t want to tell you, Mr. Stark, but I began cutting myself again. I kind of stopped for a while but the habit returned. And when Uncle Ben found out, he got really upset. Like, he was more upset that I didn’t tell him I was suffering than he was angry at me being a brat. Even then, Uncle Ben could never bring himself to hate me.

But I was stupid. I ran away from home. Of course, he went after me.

And all I could hear was the shot.

Uncle Ben was lying on the floor, bleeding so much red.

I tried to say I was sorry… but I was too late.

He was gone.

I didn’t even want to go after who shot him. If anything, I killed Uncle Ben. I hurt him and I killed him.

Aunt May cried the entire week. I even stayed with her at night. I knew she didn’t want to be alone.

So the apartment is empty. Lonely. There is no TV airing games or movies anymore.

At least Ned is coming over sometimes or letting me stay over at his house, because I can’t handle that emptiness. It’s worse than loud noises.

I kind of wish Uncle Ben hated me so maybe he wouldn’t have gone after me.

I kind of wish he and Aunt May never took me in.

I wish I was never born at all.

My life just gets worse and worse… What's the point?

What’s the point, Mr. Stark?

I should’ve been shot, not Uncle Ben. He didn’t deserve it. I did.

I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m this mess.

I wish I could just die.

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I think I’m managing my senses now.

I made my own suit. It’s not fancy like your suits of armor, but it helps me focus.

I guess I was inspired by you and Uncle Ben. I could use my powers for good.

So… I’m a vigilante, I guess.

You can call me Spider-Man.

I don’t really do anything interesting but I help the best I can.

School is not really going well, I had to give up a lot of things, mainly sports. That would just draw too much attention.

I have to be there for everyone, or else I know I’m going to face my really bad thoughts. I don’t want them to take over me.

I don’t think I’ll have a lot of time to write, so I want to thank you, Mr. Stark. I know you’re not going to read this, but you helped me in a really bad phase of my life. You still do. I hope you know you inspire a lot more people out there. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

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(Chapter 2)

[good-oldfashioned-lover-girl]

tell me about cornish history?

(you dont even understand i almsot cried when i saw this thank you)

OK SO for context my mums side of the family is cornish and so i have quite a random specific knowledge of its history and ill stick to my favourite parts, namely cornish pasties and tom bawcocks eve (although i could also talk abt humphrey davy for ages and the mining lamp lmao)

(idk if pasties are a widely known thing? but they’re these like pastry parcels with savoury fillings that look something like this:

(my favourite filling being cheese and onion hands down))

but anyway basically they have these pastry handles almost on the edge with no filling (almost like a pizza crust) where the pastry’s sealed and it’s quite big and has around 20 crimps traditionally and it was brought in solely so that miners could bring them into the mines for lunch. they would have rly dirty hands from all the mining yk and so would hold the handle bit so as not to get the part they eat dirty and then so that they didn’t have to carry too much half of it would be savoury and the other half sweet (ive never actually seen a sweet pasty so idk how true this is but still). i could also talk abt the mines for ages they’re so cool and tragic but imma leave that there bc i wanna talk abt tom bawcocks eve

i don’t actually know how true it is obviously but tom bawcocks eve is basically a celebration each year in a village in the south west of cornwall called mousehole where they light these lights and eat stargazy pie which is basically a fish pie to put it simply. it originated from when there was a famine in im guessing probably around the start of the 20th century? but don’t quote me on that, due to a rly big storm which meant they couldn’t go fishing, fish being a staple of their diet, as well as it ruining crops etc.. this guy called tom bawcock then risked it and went out in the storm to go fishing, and so saved the village bc he got them food.

a lot of my knowledge of it comes from a children’s book by antonia barber lmao called the mousehole cat but i’m also pretty sure that there’s some truth to this. there’s also a folk song about it which is cool

this is stargazy pie and the mousehole lights btw:

(i’ve never actually been to mousehole on tom bawcocks eve bc it’s the 23rd december but ive seen the lights most years at new years and i kid you not i have listened to the mousehole cat on cd every night to get to sleep since i was like 6 i cannot get to sleep without it)

if anyone sees this and sees any inaccuracies PLEASE tell me this is me picking up tidbits of information throughout my life and stitching them together so it’s likely i’ve got something wrong although it’s niche enough that no one will hopefully notice lmao

[wanderingpages]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾Gentle Sins AU☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Are you going to help me take my clothes off too?” I meant it to sound teasing – I wanted to show him I could play his game too – but I was breathless, I was buzzing with anticipation.

“You know it wouldn’t end there, Jude,” he gave me a wry look. “It's a shame,” he rose and ruffled my hair, “It's a shame you’re my sister,” he murmured, needlessly reminding me. “Because that was some damn fine pussy, baby.”e pussy, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Jude and Cardan do things step-siblings shouldn't do.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Allusions to Drugs/Alcohol, Debauching Catholicism/Religious Metaphors, Taboo Sex.

Shout out @headcannonxgalore, even though she has nothing to do with this fandom, she kept me in check lol

Jude's POV

When it’s my first year of college, it’s his third. He lives on campus – in a frat house, I think, but as far as I know, Cardan’s not actually in a frat, just an honorary member who’s never been hazed or rushed. He doesn’t play any sports but he’s at all the games, never organizes a party or fundraiser but still the reason people even show up. He doesn’t own a Grecian alphabet dotted ring, but a bomber jacket instead, with ‘Greenbriar’ above the Greek letters. He’s cool, I guess, but I hate that I’m not the only one to notice.

Despite the first day of the semester, when he told me, “Mom and Dad said to watch out for you,” as he plucked the phone in my hand, furrowing his brows as he read through my schedule, I haven’t spoken to him since, and finals were only two weeks away now. I’m not complaining; I’ve lived my whole life without his help, I can surely live out the rest of it the same way, too. It doesn’t help that he plagues a lot of my waking dreams, though. I take a religion class that I constantly debate on dropping because all I can think about is the utter blasphemy that went on in the church our parents got married in. Still, I pull through for the sake of understanding Asha and why all the Jesus paraphernalia she’s added to our home makes my skin crawl. I don’t remember her being so god-fearing prior to the wedding, but if it’s her hobby, I wanted a way to relate.

I lie when I speak to our parents, when they ask how he’s been and how he’s treating me. I tell them he’s great and we’re good, and maybe he lies too because they never point out any inaccuracies. I see Cardan in passing sometimes, when I guess he leaves his first class of the week and I’m heading to my second. Today, the girl on his arm is brunette, last week was a blonde pixie cut. His taste is diverse; I wish I hadn’t been paying enough attention to know that. As they near, Cardan gives me a nod like he always does, but I have to do a double take today. The girl next to him could be my twin if I weren’t an only child.

“Thanks for the notes, Taryn,” Cardan says before separating from her and making a u-turn to me, in a surprising twist of events. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh…” I glance over to the girl – Taryn, picking out all our differences, trying to make it out-way the similarities. Long auburn hair – more dark and red in hue than my light chestnut color – in tousled waves, framing her heart shaped face, full lips like the ones on my face that I touch tentatively, sun kissed skin like mine, but still easy to see the pink in her cheeks. Her eyes are darker than mine, and freckles dot across her cheeks whereas I just have a single, small, dark one under my eye. Even her curves match mine, however her’s is softer than what I’ve tried to tone all summer long. I feel a little queasy, watching her walk into a room.

“Who’s ass do I have to kick?” He has a pointer finger under my chin, I feel cold metal graze my skin where a lone ring rests today. I asked him at the wedding if they meant anything, but he laughed and told me he just liked how they looked. I like pretty things, little sister. And I like adorning myself with them, too.

He guides my gaze to his, tilting my chin up slightly. My eyes widen just a fraction at his swollen lips. I lean back just a little, taking in the bigger picture. His dark hair is ruffled, more askew than it had been the day of the wedding. Of course, it had rained later that day, matting waves over his face. My fingers twitch now, wanting to fix the mess just as I had tried to fix his damp hair before. Down his neck are a few pink splotches that seem to be disappearing now, and at the collar of his shirt, on the skin peeking through the neckline, I see faint scratches, four equal lines running beneath the cotton. “As your big brother,” he murmurs, leaning closer to me, like we’re sharing secrets. “I think the saying goes that nobody bullies my sister but me, right?” I bat his hand away, shaking my head. I hate when he calls me his sister. I hate when he reminds me that he’s my brother. I hate when he refers to my dad as his dad. I hate that I’m tainted by just being a bystander to his sacrilege. I hate that barely-there glint in his eyes when he knows something I wish he didn’t. He catches my wrist before it falls to the side, his thumb running over the bright red knuckles, uncovered today, looking at them disapproving for a fleeting moment.

I snatch my hand back, giving him an almost petulant look. I’m nervous, I try to tell him with my eyes, hoping he won't ask. It’s not the first time he’s seen my battered fingers and it probably won't be the last either. It’s the end of my first semester and every day feels like I’m closer to impending doom; of course my nervous tick has been amplified. “We barely talk,” I narrow my eyes at him, “let alone do you get the chance to bully me.”

He holds his hands up, palms facing me as if to say he’s surrendered. “You’re right,” he admits. “I’m not taking my role very seriously.” I want to bash my head in because I don’t want him to take his role seriously. I don’t even want him in the role. He’s absolutely not joking, though however teasing he may sound. I’ve played out every interaction we’ve had together, all I can count on one hand, and there’s always something underlying to them. I wonder, belatedly, if Cardan actually hates me. Or maybe it was my dad and he was taking it out on me? Maybe I should have asked during that car ride, or during that dance we shared, or maybe when we were outside right before the storm. Maybe that’s why he’d acted as he had that night, why he had said what he said about our parents.

“Cardan…” I trail off, not knowing what to say, but I suppose I don’t really have to say anything.

“There’s a get together at the house,” he explains, and I know he means his house, the frat house. “Swing by on Saturday. Tell them you’re with me.” He takes hold of my bag and I’m too startled to stop him.

“I’m with you,” I repeat in disbelief.

He shrugs, “Or just tell them your mine.” My heart must have stopped for a moment. “My little sister. It’s all up to you, Jude.” His words have weight I don’t want to hold and it makes me uncomfortable. “Your class is down the hall, right?” He changes the topic so swiftly and it takes me a second to catch up with him. I guess he had remembered my schedule.

“Why are you guys having a party so close to finals?” I finally ask, while I attempt to take my bag back. He holds it out of my reach and brushes my hand away.

“Why not?” he counters, making my brain rattle. Every time we talk, it feels like pulling teeth. I give up and let him hold my bag.

“Sure,” I say, hoping it surprises him that I’d want to attend his party. He only smiles wider.

“So, how’s having Asha as a parent?” he asks, conversely, confusing me with his subject changes. A whole year, and now he decides on small talk?

I frown, and decide to be truthful “She’s great. I’ve had to do my own hair since I was five years old,” I laugh a little, wringing my fingers. “It was nice to have her brush it every once in a while.” My brows crinkle and my lips purse, “Though, I had to go to church a few Sundays. I didn’t know she was that religious,” I admit. “I’m not even Catholic. I don’t think Dad even had me baptized.”

Cardan chuckles in surprise, “Church? Yeah, that does sound just like her.” The way he says it makes me think that this is not like her at all. Maybe it was just a hobby she spontaneously picked up after getting married. Bored housewife syndrome or something.

“Yeah well,” I reach the door of my class and give him a pointed look, “No one warned me.” He holds the door open for me and passes me my bag. He doesn’t respond because maybe he doesn’t have to. I was there that night too, and nothing could have ever prompted me to stop our course of action to talk about my stepmother.

He follows a lock of my hair with his finger, twists the curl and tugs it lightly, childishly. “See you, little sister.” I wait for him to leave before I roll my eyes heavenwards.

I wait a few minutes in class before I excuse myself to the bathroom. The halls are empty now so it’s easier to navigate. I back track to where Cardan usually comes from, confused when I only see a storage room at the end of that specific hall. I feel uneasy as I figure it out. I guess it wasn’t that hard to begin with. “Notes, my ass,” I mutter.

With trepidation, I open the door, more heavy than other doors in this building, but unlocked, nonetheless. There’s a string that dangles from the ceiling, so I pull it, letting the light shine before I shift my weight from the door, and let it slowly shut behind me. It does hold a few cleaning supplies, but it’s mostly empty. I can smell that subtle amber fragrance Cardan always smells like. I grimace, feeling dirty being in here. I lean back against the door, finding myself wondering if the lights are on or off when he’s in here. If she’s leaning against a shelf, grasping at the panels to hold her up, or if she’s facing them instead, her back to him, resting her cheek on the lowest shelf, hands behind her back while he holds on to them, fucking her rough and quiet. In my head, the girl is Taryn, I tell myself.

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[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Read on AO3 here: The Gold in the Coal Mine

Tango works in a coal mine as the resident explosives expert and as the self-proclaimed caretaker of the canary. He does his best, but some how the little guy keeps escaping his cage.

Warning: Near Death Experiences (via carbon monoxide) (also there are probably a lot of scientific inaccuracies)

His speciality on this mining expedition was the explosives: a half ton of TNT, piled high in crates and a spool of fuse. There was no need for matches when he could snap his fingers and a flame will dance across it. Some people thought he was a bit insane for handling explosives when one slip of the fingers or uncontrolled emotion could send the whole place alight, but he just loved the kaboom. Besides they trusted him just enough to let him keep lining the tunnels with it so who really cared if someone thought he was a bit insane. And if his giggling and sharp-toothed grins and constant jokes about going up in the flames he created only encouraged that thought, well who cared about that either.

The second job he had, unassigned and self proclaimed, was the caretaking of the canary. The little songbird he had affectionately named Tweeters was a brilliantly bright yellow, it shined in the sun and glistened like gold in fire light, almost like it was coated in magic. It was smart too. It managed to unclip the lock on its cage twice now and each time they found it just a couple days later, dehydrated and screeching up a storm. He kept the cage tied shut now, but he didn’t think Tweeters had made another ture escape attempt since then either.

The canary had been caught half a continent away just in the edge of the mangrove swamps (which were said to be invested with witches, so why anyone would risk going in there for a bird, he had no clue, but he was glad for it). They said it was singing up a storm and hopping right up to people. It must have been a pet that got released, though with it being an escape artist it was more likely it had released itself.

He did try to keep the bird entertained. He was sure it couldn’t be fun just staying in a wire cage all day- and then the oxygen box when traveling through the tunnels had to be even less fun. So he’d catch little bugs and stick them on the bottom, a little something for it to watch and pick at. He peppered the bird seeds with a bit of his red pepper flakes he brought along for his own meals, a little flavor that it seemed to enjoy. He talked to it a lot too, and to Tweeters’ credit it did seem like it listened and talked back a lot of the time.

Over the last few weeks he and the canary had gotten pretty close, he thought. It no longer screeched bloody murder when being moved to the oxygen box at least.

It was a cool day in the tunnels. The oxygen box sat off to the side, Tweeters chirping periodically. No one paid much attention to it as they continued with their work, it was just a nice tune to hum to as mine carts were filled with coal. He was loading crates of TNT onto a cart, ready to push it further into the mines.

There was a clatter of wire and just as Tango turned he got a face full of feathers. As he sputtered and swiped at them, and just as soon as they were there they were gone and the chirping was echoing off the tunnel walls. The oxygen box wire door had been picked open.

"Shoot! Tweeters!" He cursed and scrambled to race after the canary.

He didn't get a step before his friend and expedition leader, Impulse, grabbed his arm and pulled him back in place. "It flew further in, Tango, not out. We'll catch it later. I'd rather not have you leave a precarious stack of TNT out here."

Tango hesitated, glancing down the tunnel and Impulse's large hand on his arm. He knew he could probably out run him if he needed; could honestly probably talk him into letting him go, however he could also still hear Tweeter even as it was flying down the tunnel. He could track the bird down in an hour or two when the work was done.

"Alright, Impy," He agreed. Impulse nodded and let him go. He went back to measuring out the TNT.

It was twenty minutes later when he started to realize something was seriously wrong. The song that was almost constant had slowly petered off to nothing. He placed the TNT he had in hand down and held still, hoping to make out the tiniest tweet. When still nothing he stood and started quieting the others, the laughter and picks and general commotion slowly coming to a halt as each man strained to hear the canary. Still nothing.

“Which tunnel did it go down?” He asked, pushing down the growing panic.

Impulse set his pick down, his big hand setting on Tango’s shoulder with the weight of brick, “‘Down in the south tunnel. We’ll go seal it off so no one else gets hurt, why don’t you go back out and-”

“You’re not going to get it?” Tango interrupted, hands curling tightly, nails digging into his palms, “We can’t just leave it, it’s-”

“Oh bud,” Impulse sighed, sounding like he’s comforting a child about a broken toy and not telling his best friend that their beloved little bird was being left for dead, “I know you two were close but I’m not sending you down a tunnel with potential carbon monoxide. That’s why we had Tweeters in the first place, I’m sorry but we’re not going down where it went all by itself. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

Tango stared up at Impulse, looking for the joke, for the “Got, you! Let’s go get your friend back before he dies”. There was no break in the sympathetic eyes and tight lips, the butthead was being serious. They weren’t going back for Tweeters.

A flame flicked across his knuckles. He let out the breath of anger and dropped his head, “Right. Great. Let’s.”

The hand left his shoulder, “Come on, we’ll-”

He turned on his heel, ducked under Impulse's arm, and sprinted down to the south tunnel.

He could just hear Impulse curse behind him before shouting down the tunnel for someone to grab him. It was easy to duck out of the way of swinging arms. He was one of the smallest ones in the mining group and it made him slippery in instances like this. One person did get a hold on his arm, though they pulled back in an instance, and Tango barely registered it was because yellow flames were dancing up his arms. Perhaps he should take a moment to calm down before something that's not supposed to catch on fire does, but that involves holding still and he’d be grabbed and dragged out in a second.

He could hear pounding steps coming after him and he made a really bad decision and grabbed up small piece of coal off the ground, flaming it, and tossing it into one of the mine carts. Immediately there was popping and several people stopped to put it out. Though that did not stop them from cursing and shouting at him, (a water elemental was already attempting to drench them with their canteen). Impulse was still following after him, but the man was big and broad and it took one swift turn to get him at least out of sight for another minute.

As he came closer to the south tunnel he took a deep breath and held his breath. Immediately his flames went out, even as his face turned red quickly. He struggled with pulling his respirator over his face, stumbling as the tunnel got rockier and smaller as it was newer. There was supposedly a natural opening back here, they had said they had sealed it off but apparently not well enough. This was way too close to where everyone was working, they’d have to completely close off this section of the mines. He held his breath and pushed down his flames as much as could, not wanting the tunnel to blow. He may want to save Tweeters but it'd do no good if he killed everyone doing so.

“Tweeters, buddy! Come on, sing me a little tune, buddy, let me find you,” He called, letting out the rest of his air and taking a big gulp through his mask. A spark traveled down his back as he started having to crouch through the tunnels and he winced and hoped his next breath didn't light the air on fire. He didn't expect to hear his bird, not really, the poor little guy had stopped singing for a few minutes now. He would be lucky if he found him still breathing.

It surprisingly didn't take long to find Tweeters once he reached the end of the cart track. A mine cart that rested on the track stop, the tunnel went on for another few hundred feet, getting smaller and smaller. He was supposed to blow this section wide open a few days from now, though that was definitely not happening anymore.

Under the cart wheel was a golden glow. He immediately reached under and cupped the little bird in his hands. He was pretty certain that normal birds did not glow in the dark, nor that Tweeters had ever glowed this way before, but it wasn't the time to question it.

He pulled the mask off his face as he started racing out the tunnel, tucking the entirety of his bird inside of it. He didn't think too hard about how still Tweeters was.

He met Impulse coming his way and the larger man immediately grabbed his arm and started pulling towards the exit. He was yelling at Tango, lecturing him and reprimanding him- Tango didn't hear a single word, letting himself be pulled out as fast as possible. The others followed them as they passed, a group accumulating after them. Impulse started relaying information about what had happened and that the south tunnels, and likely this whole mine, was compromised.

They all made it out and Impulse immediately pushed Tango down to sit on a closed crate. He was being lectured some more, but all he could think now was the bird in his hand. He ran a finger down his back, the usual sunshine feathers were still giving off the golden color, even while covered in dirt and dust. He couldn't feel the rise of breath or the tiny pitter of a heartbeat, and the more he stared the more the color was fading, even the yellow was dulling around the tail feathers and climbing up his body.

"Tweeters, buddy, please," Tango choked out, continuing to pet down his back.

Impulse went quiet then, finally looking down at Tango's itty-bitty friend, "Tango, I-" he sighed "-I'll give you a minute." He patted his shoulder and stepped away.

Tango didn't acknowledge him. Instead he felt a sob crawling up his throat and then tears dripping down his chin. He whined as he felt his chest seize up, "Please. Please don't go, little guy." His head dropped, his forehead touching the top of Tweeters' head.

The glow around him completely went out and Tango couldn't hold back his sobs anymore. Whatever the glow was, he knew it going out had to be the end. He gasped on his breath as he lifted his head just enough to press his lips to the top of his head. Then he pulled him to his chest and leaned over his little body, head on his own knees and soaking them in seconds, letting himself break down.

He missed the glow returning. Didn't see a thing, but he did hear the sudden stop in chatter around him; the gasps and then growing whispers. It took a second to get the energy to lift his head again and was immediately met with the glow- the light, bright has his own flames. It encompassed Tweeters, bright and pulsing.

There was a twitch. The wings shuffled. Then the light grew brighter, until he couldn't see any of his little friend at all. It grew larger and larger, and the weight on his lap grew heavier and heavier. It eventually slipped off of him, standing on the ground and growing taller from there, until the light was the size of a person and behind them a wingspan to match.

As the light faded features came more prominent. A hooked nose, a light speckling of freckles, bright yellow feathers clumped around where ears should be, and big brown eyes crinkled at the corners from his smile. Giant canary wings fluttered and settled behind the new man. He took a deep breath, locked eyes with Tango and immediately launched himself forward to tackle pull him up and into a hug (and gosh he was a good few inches taller).

"TANGO! You did it! I- Oh thank you. Thank you!"

"I-" Tango gasped, hands curling into the back of the new man's shirt, processing the warm body around him, "Tweeters?"

The man laughed, pulling away to grin in Tango's face, "Jimmy, actually. Oh, it's good to finally talk to you. You're a godsend, Tango. An absolute gem."

Tango's cheeks turned red and flames flickered through his fair, "I- thank you? I don't know what I did."

"You just saved my life, for one," Jimmy chirped, hands resting on Tango's arms and giving them a light squeeze, "Several times actually. I was a bit dumb flying about in the desert like I would get anywhere."

"You- You were a bird. You are a bird? What is going on?" Tango asked, looking around like anybody else would be able to explain it to him.

To his credit, everyone else seemed to be just as confused and completely speechless to what they were witnessing; at least he could ask the questions. Jimmy only laughed more, "A curse! I was cursed. I can bore you with all the details later. The important part is that I'm standing on two feet with two arms and I can hug you," he exclaimed and ended the sentence by pulling him right back into a hug.

Tango stared over his shoulder a moment. He felt over the fabric of his clothes and the thick muscles of the giant wings and focused on the feathers tickling his cheeks and the smell of gunpowder and sweat was heavy in his nose. He took in the mere presence of this person in his arms; the person who he had talked to for hours at a time and shared his favorite food and ran into a tunnel of poisonous gas for, and he closed his eyes and sobbed into his shoulder.

[apompkwrites]

So I was thinking right, never a good thing, and then Kingscholar and Bucchi emerged from the deep recesses of my mind.

ok so Kingscholar has been in mwezi miji for a long time, and over that time, they probably physically changed a lot; they've probably grown taller. Depending on what type of work they've been doing, they've probably become a little toned. Stealthier, new and old scars aren't hidden like they would've been back with the Elders, their face has slimmed and matured, and I imagine almost every one of the residents of mwezi miji , know of Kingscholars little secret of being in the royal family.

I don't think they would care much; it's like that one town/village secret or crypted that everyone knows, but they don't really tell, and most people don't want to ask why they left as if they're willing to leave a pretty cushy life then it must've been pretty bad.

I imagine that when they first got to mwezi miji anytime a new visitor or guest, they sort of needed to hide or find a way to hide their face because I'm sure almost everyone has heard and seen the Lost posters of them, however as they age they defer a lot from that original poster and the following posters trying to guess what they would look like as they got older aren't always accurate, Kingscholar laughs at the inaccuracies sometimes. Still, they no longer need to hide as much. Of course, if it's royal guards or someone closer to the royal family, they'll hide as the chances that they'll get recognized increase, and they'd rather not.

When they got an invite to NRC, they were confused, why them??? the self-image issues aren't fully treated yet, but with the council of the other villagers and the twins, they did some maths knowing that when they left, Leona was still in NRC and would probably be graduated by the time they entered. They ended up accepting, they would be using Atiena's last name instead of Kingscholar, and Atiena would be labeled as their parent, many other people have their first name they'll be fineeee right.

the Registration/Dorm matching thing I forgor what it's called they got put in Savanaclaw, cool, fun, funky, and they turn to go sit down and shock horror, holy fuck, that's Leona, why is he still there what, and he's looking not happy, send help, they are in desperate need of it, so they go to sit down trying to hide their face with their hood and look down as they walk past only for Leona to grab their arm with a vice grip muttering "we're talking later." it a not so enthusiastic tone.

so afterward, he's dragging (name) around, trying to find a place to talk; they pass through a very crowded area, someone bumped into him, and his grip loosened a bit. He felt their arm leave his grasp, he turns around to grab them again, but they have vanished; he tried looking to find them, but they were gone, and he couldn't use their scent since there were so many people.

Turns out they hid behind the first person they were able to, and guess what it was Bucchi(Name). Alarmed by the person hiding behind them, they turned around and was like, "wtf", and Kingscholar just explains it as they pissed off the dorm leader. Bucchi found great entertainment in this and asked how tf that happened, kingscholar just shrugged, "idk" and said that they needed to hide, Bucchi, in their rebellious phase(/j) and looking to piss off a person in authority, said, sign me up, and that's how they became besties in 5 minutes of knowing each other.

every day in Savanaclaw is a stealth mission for Kingscholar(Name). They have, in fact, almost walked into their room with Leona waiting for them inside; they always open it a slight bit before realizing Leona is there before both Leona and Kingscholar(Name) book it, Leona does because Kingscholar always runs away from him. He knows that they'll do it, and he's trying to catch them, but they always manage to just escape him.

Leona chases them around because he wants to interrogate them; I feel like he would hold off on telling the elders or Falena about (Name) because he wants to know why exactly they left like they did before he did; he wants to know if there was a solid reason that they should know, he wants to know if he needs to tell Falena immediately and (Name) runs because they just aren't ready to face their brother at the moment and also their first instinct when they are being stared at or chased is to be on guard, hide, and run

of course, there is a time and a place for the chase between the siblings; if it's class it probably wouldn't be happening because Leona is skipping also because they have different classes, if they're walking to class, they both just don't try though (Name) is on guard and ready to bolt, lunch/dinner is off limits don't even try, conversations are awkward though

There were times Leona caught (Name), though Bucchi(Name) has always conveniently been there and managed to get (Name) out; it's a talent, and it's show-stopping

I don't know what else to add. My brain just emptied lmao here is what I was able to extract from the recesses that they emerged from

also off-topic, but I just learned that Rook has 5 brothers, 3 older ones and 2 younger ones making him a middle child, meaning Hunt(Name) has 6 brothers I-

waaaaah ok ok first off love talking about mwezi miji my lil babies <333

yes, everyone in mwezi miji, at the current time we have the fic, knows of lil kingscholar's royal background. the flyers were the first to be distributed in an actual timely manner to the outlands, mainly because the elders don't like associating with them and involving them in "civilized" matters (that's what they say, anyway).

but everyone in mwezi miji also knows that something has to have happened for kingscholar to run away. just a lil hint at the new chapter i plan to write, the twins, nuru, and atiena all know about lil kingscholar's reasons for running away. and because atiena knows about it, the rest of the village understands that it is a private matter but still welcome the lil lion with open arms :D

as for the invitation to NRC, that's another aspect that i will include in the fic! maybe to the next chapter but probably the one after. yes yes lil kingscholar would be extremely confused about why they're being invited to NRC.

and leona would def immediately recognize lil kingscholar. although he wouldn't remember their face, namely because they haven't seen each other in so long and lil kingscholar has changed so much, but he would recognize their smell. its a bit muted because of mwezi miji but it's there and it's sending leona into a spiral. it's that familiar smell that makes him homesick, all because he hasn't seen his beloved sibling in a while.

but lil kingscholar wouldn't want to talk to leona when he requests it. and i love the idea of them meeting lil bucchi because of it :O like lil bucchi just wants to piss of authority, especially royalty.

leona also just wants to talk. he wouldn't want to tell falena or the elders especially, like you said. he wants to get to the bottom of what happened. he wants to know why his sibling ran away. why falena was reduced to nothing but panicked wheezes and cries when he went home in his first year of NRC. but lil kingscholar won't let him know. and i'm sure it'll get to a point where he's extremely frustrated by it :(

[steampaul]

i've started a little series of weekly posts documenting every MoC i made (digitally) over the last few years:

Week 6: the first half of 2020 (and a bonus)

some Cyberpunk-y stuff, more youtubers, revisiting that robot dog, a really cool movie, some contest and some of my first digital MoCs rendered

i made these hover-vehicles IRL building with my little Sister and her LEGO. I don't like LEGO friends because i hate how minidolls look like polly pockets, but i think the more patel colours of those sets are really pleasant

"der Weltall. UnENTliche weiten..."

there's a german Youtuber called "Coldmirror". she was one of the first youtubers in germany and she made some pretty funny animations, including StarStarSpace, a kind of parody of Star Trek, Star Wars and some other sci-fi stuff.

Adam Savage made a Rickshaw to be pulled by boston dynamics' Spot. I saw that build, remembered the minifigure scale Spot i built in the year before and added his rickshaw. i made two versions. the simpler one i made after seeing the teaser on twitter and the more complex one i made after watching the build-video.

i posted the simpler version on reddit, which got the attention of Adam savage's team and later of adam savage. they contacted me and i mailed them the instructions of the simpler version, felt bad for the inaccuracies of the build, built the more complex version and also mailed them its instructions.

Adam later build the simpler version on a stream that i sadly missed, but i was really happy that a maker i admire liked my MoC.

Fanart for TomSka and Friends' CONTENT table. i still kinda like it, even though i thought it would be hilarious to make their legs skin-coloured.

this was actually featured in the "trial by trolley" video they made in feburary 2020.

Newelementary did a contest featuring the then new Green Lantern Part from the first series the DC collectible minifigures.

i built these two ships with the part as engine details, the W45-P Stinger and the 0G-L13 Leapfrog. i submitted them both and for some reason the people from Newelementary switched up the names of the works.

anyway, i did not win.

just a digital version of the Old Factory i posted back in week 2.

i tried imitating some more logo-like stuff.

i don't think arstotzkan Flag turned out really good, but i really like the way the Blood Machines Title looks.

speaking of Blood Machines, i had recently watched this really cool movie and had to make some sort of MoC inspired by the really cool ship designs found in that movie. i first tried to make something more Minifigure scale, got overwhelmed, and just made the mIcro scale

the Star Wars Helmet series also started that year. i rebuild the Boba Fett helemt and modified it it to represent Jango Fett and the Mandalorians found in the Mandalorian battle pack that also came out that year.

i don't really remember why, but i tried remaking set 7310 Mono-jet from Life on Mars as a more modern set. i made a colour-accurate version and a version that actually can be built IRL.

i had the fun idea to remake some Lego city-style Vehicles as cyberpunk-y hovercars. i tried making some different styles of 0-G-generators/repulsor lifts to make the vehicles feel like they've been built by different manufacturers.

also, Stud.io had a weird bug/feature where you had a coloured gradiend as a background if you put a part on the ground that is out of frame and have the rest of the build "hover" over the ground.

another Contest, this time for Lego Ideas. they had a Star Wars x Christmas thing, so i had the (kind of uncreative) idea to make a gingerbread TIE fighter, based off the Imperial TIE fighter set from 2018 and the little polybag from the same year.

this also did not win.

Bonus: some of my first digital MoCs i made.

i found them again.

the Dalek Emperor from NewWho. this was basically the first MoC i ever made on a PC, back when LDD still worked on my laptop.

i had to tweak the colours a lot when i rendered this one, because the way they were represented in LDD was very different to the way they look in stud.io or even real life.

i struggled quite a bit with redoing this one in stud.io because it handles flexible a lot different than LDD. that is also one of the reasons why i never finished this MoC.

i think i'll have to split this year again, but hopefully only in two parts. i dislike that 30 image limit for tumblr Posts.

first week last week next week

[theheightofdishonor]

a spoiler-included review of haikyuu!! battle at the garbage dump movie

the score was great as ever though i wish they added some new music

that being said i got so hyped everytime i recognized the background score which was all the time

the animation's not bad. Some of the characters looked a little wonky but over all it was ok

the subs though drove me crazy due to the inaccuracies and misspellings.

pretty much everything was kept in regards to the kenma/hinata plot

like with the anime, a lot of it was still almost panel-for-panel faithful

a lot of the side arcs got heavily condensed though as i expected

yamaguchi and tsukki's plot line especially got the short end of the stick

i just think this match specifically has so many little things going on and they're all important and in the manga, it's a very rewarding read to see all these moments and dynamics and arcs that we've seen build slowly come to head with characters we're all invested in

i'm glad they leaned into kenma in his problematic villain era because it's really fun to see

the pacing and intensity were more or less fine

like this is the only time you'll see me this invested in volleyball of all things

but again this could've been properly spread out over a season and there was absolutely no need to condense it into a movie

oh random but there were definitely some kuroken shippers in the production somewhere

the ukai/nekomata backstory got cut completely as i expected

i think it's because there's so much going on but a lot of the side characters felt completely swallowed up and that's not normally a complaint i have with the anime

kourai is so cool

the credits scene was fun

oh, they switched up some of the voice actors

overall i liked it a lot more than i thought i would but being so invested in the manga and having most of this match memorized from how many times i read it, like i think it could've been better and im upset that there was no reason we couldn't have gotten it in a season

[robotsafari]

i will literally never be over the kh pilot. everyone has already moved on. wow what a cool novelty. sucks that it got canceled. okay im just going to never think about this ever again lalala~ (or its weird. or the art is bad. or its got too many inaccuracies. whatever.)

but me? no. im insane. this thing is too insane and amazing to just end the conversation about it. i will always think about this thing. i will always think about the massive loss the kh community never even knew they had until recently.

while i will never know what the full creative vision was. this pilot tells us that THEY. WERE. COOKING. they lean into the fact that sora is just a kid, (SOME FANS FORGET THIS) and he now faces this burden of being a hero when all he really wants is to see his friends again. the !! even though its just a pilot and riku was probably put in agrabah just so they can introduce him to the audience. i would’ve LOVED more riku encounters. traverse town, neverland and monstro were great. but in my opinion? not enough! though the only thing i would fear riku’s more frequent appearances would do is distract from some of the disney stuff (you dont wanna get rid of it. but you dont want it to take over. its a delicate balance) so maybe use him a lil sparingly but god. put him in more situations, okay?

while kairi plays a more proactive role in kh1 and thats fine (shes not useless. i hate when people call her that) i still would’ve LOVED more scenes with her. whether it was in destiny islands or near the end of game. im just liek YES !! you go girl. prolong the heartless sora segment if ya have to. do it for her. it would’ve been fun to see kairi and sora hollow bastion hijinks. waauughh please kairi my good friend kairi. liek. what we’ve seen of kairi in the pilot was already awesome. kh2 hadn’t even come out but the energy has always been there guys. she wants to take an active role and she hates sitting back!! love that the pilot wanted to give you a glimpse of this by having her kick a damn shadow in the faceee!!! you will always be famous forever kairi god bless.

my good friends donald and goofy. wtf did nomura do to you. one liek = preyer for teh toons /silly. yeah so liked how their fighting was actually toony in the pilot. goofy literally beating all the heartless while knocked out and donald getting messed with by a shadow like a typical donald short is just perfect (THINKS REAL HARD ABOUT HOUSE OF MOUSE.) and ofc!! the heart’s there too!! donald and goofy are so sweet to sora!! THEYRE HIS DADS. they’ve done playful ribbing to sora in the games, and thats not exactly a bad thing.. but sometimes i feel like it gets TOO MUCH. ESPECIALLY IN KH3 GOOD LORD. donald and goofy are sweet. yes donald. hes only gets mad because people mess with him. if you’re nice to him hes super sweet. some playful teasing from donald is okay, but too mean or too much and then its not him. mickey has a pretty minor appearance in kh1 unfortunately but omfg. if i rant about how nomura writes him then we’d be here for a while. the real mickey would not have left aqua in the realm of darkness. just know this, okay? idgaf if you don’t believe me.

it’s confirmed maleficent possessed riku in that scene. you know the one. someone said riku was lying.. NUMBER ONE. his eyes turned completely white and idk about you but thats liek. the textbook sign of being fucking possessed. riku didnt know wtf was going on!! just just grabbed the lamp and suddenly things happened! im sure it was supposed to be interpretive, yes, but the dialogue and visuals suggested possession and also kearsley confirmed it himself on deviantart. (you can search it up yourself) NUMBER TWO. maleficent asks riku if sora believed him. implying that she wants to use riku to manipulate sora. imagine if she used this possession again, in more subtle ways. riku sounds like a sopping wet sad cat too, whatever he does anyway is just so that he can get everything back to normal and undo his mistakes. maleficent doing MORE active villainy would’ve been. SO GOOD. god bless.

oh wait this is the part where i start talking about ansem huh? teeheeeee weheheheee. yo imagine if he was in house of mouse. OKAY THATS NOT A JOKE BUT THIS ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE WHAT THIS PART WAS ABOUT. ERM. i just hope he would’ve still been voiced by billy zane thats all ask for. in this awesome alternate timeline where the cartoon wasn’t cancelled. i think ansem was perfect in kh1 i dont think they needed to add or change anything really.

in short. i have autism. goodnight.

[aloeverawyvren]

A Plague On Necromancy Review

( I was supposed to get it a few days from now, but it came early! This is surprising considering mail delivery services like to pretend I don't exist . Amazon Isn't letting me leave a review rn, I'll try again though) Tldr: I liked it alot and recommend you read it.

Spoilers? Maybe? I talk about Bucklers secrets, but not what exactly they are, just my vague thoughts on them. Also this is super long so buck-ler up we're going on a road trip ( See what I did there? Haha, why are you booing me off stage?)

Oh boy, where should I start?

The concepts of necromancy and plague doctors are interesting on there own to begin with, but the way this book joins them together is really cool.

The setting is London,in the 1700's. From what I can tell its pretty historically accurate, even if it wasn't I would still enjoy it, I'm chill with historic inaccuracies. I just think its neat when stories that take place in the past go that extra mile. The magic system was really neat, it was cool- sometimes literally haha- but not to overpowered, making it more ... Is 'believable' the right word? Like it never takes you out of the story is what I'm saying, it interacts seamlessly with the world in a way that isn't clunky, if that makes sense.

Barty ( who my auto correct keeps calling Barry lol ) is our protagonist, he's a little confused but he's got the spirit. Oh, poor Barty. The author is so mean to him :( /j . Not only did his bioparents die in a fire, his adopted brother also dies, his adopted parents basically shun him, the doctor he was working with gets the plague and dies. I could go on but spoilers ya know.

Tragedy aside, Barty is relatable at least for me, blushing /embarrass easily, wanting to help people but not knowing how, crying alot and choking on food. ( no seriously he chokes like two distinct times that I can remember. Its hilarious) he's human. He has faults, failures, and troubles along side his positive traits. Its how he deals with them though that's so great I think, I liked hearing his reasoning/train of thought. his dynamics with other characters are fun too. he's also new to the whole doctoring thing, (and magic) making him a good tool for exposition.

I think I'll talk about Buckler now, I had a feeling he was gonna be a favorite of mine and I was right. James Buckler is stern but not altogether unkind, he obviously cares and like Barty he's doing his best really. His dynamic with Barty and other characters was something I liked alot. (When he first met Barty he was a little grouchy for a bit, but Barty was being nosy so it was warranted lol)

I had only heard he had one big secret, I missed the memo that there was another one. I had guessed one of them off the bat, the other one however bitch slapped me as I was only expecting one secret. (I think he should've told Jessica sooner, like I know why but still)

I think its Fabian time, there's so much to unpack with Fabian. Complicated, smart, and very cool. My thoughts when he explained the plan where "ok, what's the catch though?" But there wasn't really a catch was there? he was set up to be the villain by others and ended up being not so much a villain but more of an anti-hero? (At least in this book, he does have the (REDACTED) now doesn't he? Who knows what could happen)

AND OH MY GOD, THE TRUE LOVES KISS THING CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD! I WAS LIKE ?!??! it just came out of left fucking field, like "wait, he do can that?" I questioned everything I thought I knew about his powers.

Oh my god , I wanna mention some side characters! I never see anyone mention them and its sad because they are cool too!

Jack the rat catcher is great, I enjoyed all her appearances and her dog (even if Barty didn't lol) .

Agnes, also gets a shout out from me for being a good person.

The zombie rats where oddly adorable too.

Fabian 's gang is extremely interesting aswell, I'm curious about them.

Three particular people are on my shitlist however for reasons. Plot reasons.

this post is getting very long isn't it? If you've read this far, here's a cookie 🍪.

I'm not entirely done though, let's talk about the book as a whole. Its pretty short, but the pacing is good it doesn't feel too rushed or too slow. I'm a fast reader though and finished it in like two-three hours, in one and a half sittings ( I got up to get coffee and my cat sat on the book until she got the required amount of attention and pets before she deemed I could continue, I call it the Cat Tax)

There was one punctuation error I found, a quotation mark was missing after Fabian was talking ( I forgot the specific page), it wasn't to big a deal though and other than it was all good. I also liked the writing style! I'm glad i 've finally read it, it gives the ask blogs lots of context.

I can easily see this as something I would get from a bookstore or library, I think it could get pretty popular if more word got around about it honestly.

(I actually don't have a tiktok, I learned about it through Tumblr)

I enjoyed reading it!

if your reading this and have not read the book, I recommend it! All encounters I've had with the author has been positive, there's also another book about Barty meeting a dragon.

You can find links to both books on Barty's ask blog, @drbarty. Fabian has one to: @lordfabian

(Was Fabian really the one who was assassinated or me? I almost died laughing at 'shite fish' , my favorite bit . I'm still giggling)

(Also I'm going to start using 'shite fish' out of context now, )

if I remember any other notes I'll put them here.

(Readers: How much trauma do your characters have?

The author: yES/j)

(the Author: *slaps roof of characters* this bad boy can fit so many horrible backstories/j)

(Are you even a creator if you don't torture your ocs tho? I dump my ocs in a blender and put them in the microwave on high for two hours and burn the house down then refrigerate for two days, so I'm not actually judging lmao)

[batwomanandmotherpanic]

Alright,correct me if I'm wrong.

I can't help but feel like Rucka claiming that Kate x Renee is an open relationship was his way of trying to avoid getting called out for establishing them as endgame but still wanting to pair Renee with other women. Plus I just can't see Kate,resident lesbian serial monogamist, suddenly being cool with an open relationship out of nowhere. Like,damn,give us an explanation in-comic first as to how that particular decision was made.

That's what I want to believe, but the truth most likely is that he forgot that they were back together(I can't remember if the Black Mask series was prior to Lois Lane's or not) and he made up the whole "oh,their relationship is open" line to avoid questions about inaccuracies(which would lead to people realizing that Renee pretty much cheated on Kate with Elicia, which is.....😬).

(It also plays into my pet peeve about how Renee can't seem to escape the spicy/hypersexual/angry Latina tropes, but that's a separate conversation.)

I'm pretty much in agreement here. I don't think there's any definitive info on what happened, but I think the evidence does support that Rucka simply didn't know Kate and Renee were back together. From what I've read, he doesn't seem to like anything that's been done with Kate since he last wrote her (which is odd to me because the overwhelming majority of it lines up with his characterization, so it just comes off as sour grapes), even if he has been diplomatic about it. So I can understand him not keeping up-to-date on her; Renee got hit with this sort of thing in the same series, since she went back to being the Question basically out of nowhere. I certainly don't think it was intentional or malicious.

I don't mind his explanation, but it did need some on-panel presence. I can even agree it happened, but it's definitely a shift for Kate in particular; I think she'd be relatively conservative about such matters given her upbringing, and that would have been something that would take some convincing, which would have been interesting to see.