#had to revert to my normal team

[revvethasmythh]

Generally speaking, I’m actually quite competent at bg3 now and most fights are too easy for me on easy mode (I just keep it because…I don’t need a difficulty increase going through the last little bit). THAT SAID, even on easy mode, I had to retry the Viconia fight no less than four times and ultimately had to swap out companions to see if it would help AND respecced Shadowheart into a light domain cleric before I finally cracked that bitch

[novelistwriter]

Batty Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been living in Gotham for a while, since the third Robin was flying high is when he arrived in the Gothic City ot Gotham from his dimension. He had to leave it behind as the GIW and his parents were teaming up against him. They figured out his identity and were adamant about tearing him apart 'molecule by molecule' for 'taking their sons body'.

He's avoided the attention of the vigilantes of Gotham for as long as he could, living as 'Daniel Nightingale' living as normally as he could. During one of his days off from human work, Danny was doing some of the papers from his Ghost King work when Clockwork appeared in front of him.

"My King, the timeline is at risk, I have come to you to help it heal by taking in these reborn heroes of Gotham and pose as Bruce Wayne with the Magic you have learned from your teachers in the Realms"

Danny was about to question Clockwork what he meant when he saw that Clockwork was not alone. With the Ghost of Time were children of varying ages. The oldest was a boy in a black suit, looking like he was returning from a funeral. The boy was holding a baby with green eyes and tanned skin. The second oldest was a boy with tanned skin as well, but not as tanned as the baby, who was holding the free hand of the boy in the suit, he was in a outfit that looks like one would wear when in the circus as a trapeze artist, the circus boy looks to be a few years younger than the suit boy. There was a girl holding the free hand of the circus boy, and she is wearing what looks like ninja garbs, and she is watching him like a hawk she looks to be a few years younger than the trapeze boy. Holding the free hand of the girl was another boy wearing ratty clothes and a white streak of hair at the front of his head, he seems to be closer in age to the girl. Holding the free hand of the ratty clothed boy was another boy who looks pale and skinny in the baggy clothes meant for him, and he looks to be a few years younger than the ratty clothed boy. Finally, the last boy was a dark skinned boy who looked the most normal of them all, and is the second youngest of them all, being a toddler and holding the free hand of the skinny boy.

He was about to voice his concerns to Clockwork, but the Time Ghost was gone. All that was left was a green sticky note in his hand that wasn't there before that read.

'My King, you must be a Hero again in this new dimension. These children are the former vigilantes of Gotham. They had perished at the hands of a foe out in space, and I have reverted them to the states they are in. They do not remember the lives they lived before but will remember the ways they fight, and you are the perfect candidate to raise them, as their allies are not suitable to raise them, you must raise them to keep the timeline intact. And you must be Bruce Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne to keep up appearances within Wayne Enterprises, as they are needed to keep the timeline intact as well. I am truly sorry for this, my King, but it must be done. C.W'

Now, Danny must raise a younger Bruce Wayne, Richard "Dick" Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne while he pretends to be both Bruce and Tim with the magic he learned in the Infinite Realms. He also needs to deal with the Rogues of Gotham, the LoA, and the Justice League as well as his Ghost King duties.

(Yes, I pulled an UNO reverse on the De-aged Danny idea and went for a De-aged Batfam idea instead for the DPxDC Phandom)

[i314flix]

the one where jake seresin likes to call it ‘welfare checks’ whenever he’s checking how you are—but let’s be real, everyone knows that it’s only an excuse he uses because he can’t seem to erase the uneasiness he feels whenever he knows you’re not fine.

pairing: jake seresin x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

rating: NC-17

content: fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers au; ft. naval aviator!reader

warning/s: swearing, alcohol consumption, making out, sexual innuendos, daddy issues(?), mentions of feeling pressured, mentions of drunk driving (nobody drunk drives here though), mention of a near death experience, most likely wrong info about naval aviators and the nature of their job sksks i'm sorry this is strictly fiction okAY

opening note. idk how this ended up being almost 6k LMAO. but anyways, i was so inspired to write this one scene (which you can read below) and ended up just adding so many details and back story that now here we are???? hope you guys like it though! jake seresin brain rot is real and i'm admittedly a goner for—as glen once put it—navy draco malfoy 😭

Jake knocks on your door three times, patiently waiting and looking around the street as if he’s afraid that someone followed him here. He knows that it’s unwise to be at your doorstep at this hour, but he was done eavesdropping and subtly asking around about your absence, bothered that it’s been almost a week and you haven’t been attending training like you should be. He heard Phoenix tell Bob that you were taking a short break because of the near-death experience you had while flying along the course last time, in fact almost quitting entirely if it weren’t for Maverick who instead offered you to breathe for a few days and then come back to see if you still wanted out of the mission. You were considered by your fellow TOPGUN graduates to be one of the captain’s top candidates to lead the mission, so Jake understood why Maverick didn’t let you off the hook that easily.

A few seconds pass and he contemplates on knocking again or leaving, deeming this idea as ridiculous—but then he sees the lights open and you’re peeking through the curtain of the small window beside your front door, disappearing again only to unlock the dozen locks on your door and opening it to greet Jake who meets your gaze immediately.

“What the hell are you doing here?” is the first thing you say, flummoxed by his presence. You and him aren’t exactly the closest among the crew, and there have been several times in which you’ve displayed how annoyed you were by everything Jake either says or does.

“I’m visiting you,” he answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t been in training for a week now. Are you quitting or something?”

You stare at him, appearing in deep thought or perhaps attempting to read his mind, and suddenly, you’re closing the door.

Jake widens his eyes in surprise but is quick to extend a hand out to prevent you from doing so.

“Really?” he complains. “You’re going to slam the door in my face?”

“Look, Hangman,” you begin, sighing and making your tired state known, “if you’re here to give me shit, don’t, because I have no will to show you the patience I typically have on a normal basis.”

“I’m not here to give you shit.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“I told you—I’m visiting.”

“For what? To make sure that I’m not going back so that Maverick can assign you as team leader?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, I’m here to make sure you’re doing okay. I heard you’re doing fine, but I just wanted to see it for myself.”

You’re quiet again, and you revert back to staring at him, as if you’re waiting for him to admit that this is just some prank. Jake doesn’t say anything though, he just returns your stare, appearing sincere for once, worried and waiting for you to realize that he’s not aiming to piss you off every time an opportunity presents itself.

You open the door wider. “Now you see me.”

“You doing good?”

“I’m doing good,” you affirm. “Just… I don’t know. Going through some stuff. Mixed thoughts—feelings—I don’t think you’d understand.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“I’m here and it’s past 11 p.m.,” he says. “If I didn’t want to be bothered, I would have done this welfare check another time.”

You snort at the term he used in visiting you. “Are you sure? You don’t peg me as a good listener, to be honest. I don’t want to pour my heart out and end up listening to your life story instead.”

“I’m not like that. I could be a good listener if I tolerate the person enough.”

“You hate me, though.”

He laughs. “I don’t hate you, Goldie.”

Goldie. Jake liked your call sign because he liked the way you scowled whenever he was the one who utters it. The story behind the name was that your very first squadron saw a picture of you wearing these ridiculous platform gold sneakers when they were snooping around your Facebook profile, finding a photograph taken years ago by your mother at some family gathering you no longer remember. Eventually the joke turned into them calling you Goldie, and when the callsign review board was held, every member of the squadron voted for it to be your call sign and got it approved.

“I find that hard to believe,” you say. 

“I just like driving you insane,” he admits with a smirk, and now you’re more reminded of the Hangman you know. “It gives me great pleasure to get under your skin. You never know how to fake that look on your face whenever you’re mad—it’s very funny.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Sure.” He shrugs.

The edges of your mouth twitch. “Fine, come in. I have beer. Or wine if that’s what you prefer.”

Jake contemplates about it—because like what he thought of earlier when he arrived on your porch, it’s unwise to be here. It wasn’t like in TOPGUN or the Hard Deck wherein there were other people around you for him to always be cautious of his actions; he’s afraid that he slips up or let his repressed romantic interest in you get the best of him since he has you alone.

At the same time however, he just didn’t care enough about the consequences for him to miss this chance of getting to know you better. 

“Beer would be nice,” he tells you as he steps inside.

You nod and turn to head to the kitchen.

The house is a standard bungalow. When you walk in, you’re met with the living room, and then a few steps away from that is the kitchen. On the left side of the house, there’s a hallway leading to what Jake assumed to be the bedroom and washroom. He takes a seat on the sofa upon your instruction, scanning his surroundings and taking in the actuality of the situation he allowed himself to be in.

“Here you go.” You hand him an opened beer and he mutters his thanks, watching you go to the chair near him and plop down.

There’s silence, the two of you just drinking. You engage in small talk for a while, conversing about the most trivial things and matters that he’s not that even keen to know. The topic bounces on and on, until he can’t help but finally break it, impatient now and wanting to know what’s really been going on with you for the past few days.

You smile, amused by his little outburst. “You really want to talk about what’s bothering me?”

“I'm certainly not here to drink and talk about how hot it is on the beach.” He points out. “Just get on with it. You don’t have to tell me your whole life story. Just tell me why you’ve been gone since the accident.”

He catches you wince at the mention of an accident. “I’m resting.”

“You’re resting?”

“Yeah. It’s what Maverick wants me to do. He insists that I take a breather and then go back once I’m feeling better.”

“And have you been feeling better?”

“No,” you admit. “Actually, I…” you hesitate, flickering your eyes to Jake who’s listening intently. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re the last person I should be—”

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I know. But that’s the thing, Hangman,” you say. “I think I have to tell someone about it or else I’ll end up more conflicted about the whole thing. And you know what? You might actually be the right person for this.”

“How come?”

“Because I don’t give a damn whether I have  your approval or not.”

He scoffs out a laugh. “Wow. Thanks, I guess?”

You grin; you loved teasing him as much as he did the same to you. “I’m planning to quit.”

His hand halts as he’s raising it to get another sip of the beer. He didn’t expect you to drop the bomb that quickly. “What?”

“I want to quit.”

“Because of what? Because of a near death experience? I know your record, and this isn’t even the first time you experience an occurrence that involved—”

“It’s the third time,” you clarify before he’s even done speaking. “I promised myself I’d quit if I almost ended up dead three times.”

“That sounds ridiculous. You know that, right?”

“I never wanted to be a fighter pilot, Hangman.” You confess and he’s stunned by the revelation.

It seemed impossible and untrue. You graduated at the top of your class and you have the reputation of being one of the best in the field. Your leadership skills were top tier, your flying was superb, and you were fearless in the face of danger. He didn’t understand how a person who didn’t want this occupation to have all those qualities and be an overall amazing naval aviator.

“You’re lying,” he says, not knowing how to reply to that other than accusing you of being a liar.

You lean back on your chair, bringing your feet up and holding your knees together. “It’s because of my dad. It’s the typical shit you hear about a daughter wanting her dad’s approval. He’s just… he used to be a fighter pilot himself—and then he got into an accident, lost one of his legs after it happened, and got forced to retire.” You bring the rim of your beer bottle to your lips. “I think he was depressed for a while. He didn’t talk that much anymore and when he did, he was always so angry. Mom always encouraged him to talk to a therapist, just to release all the pent up frustration he must be feeling about what happened, but he refused. He didn’t believe in therapy. He was convinced that he could solve it all on his own.

“Anyway, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I thought if I could live the life he couldn’t continue and be a naval aviator myself, he’d feel better—or at least, he’ll be the father I used to have. Turns out I was right. Do you know how much he changed when I told him I sent an application to the Naval Academy? He was so pleased. He did a complete 360. Suddenly, it felt like I was his daughter again. It was clear to me then that if I wasn’t Goldie, I wasn’t anyone worth knowing.” You bite your lip, trying not to get emotional. Jake can see that, noticing how your lips are slightly quivering and how you’re avoiding eye contact. “But in a way, I still had some self-respect left. So that’s why I told myself that if I almost get myself killed in three different instances, I’d quit and I wouldn’t care about what Dad thinks. I’ll just go and live my life how I’d want to live it.”

“And last time was the third time.” He reiterates.

“Yep.”

He nods and downs the last gulps of beer.

There’s that silence again, but it’s not awkward. Jake is absorbing everything you just shared to him and you’re trying not to regret the fact that you told all of that to Jake. It’s a story you’re not used to disclosing to just anyone, especially not to someone like Jake who before this night was the reason why your temper was often brought to its highest limits. Yet you can’t deny that a huge weight has been lifted off your whole body thanks to the impromptu venting session; you appreciate the manner in which he stayed quiet and let you finish talking, not once interrupting and not once taking his attention away from you.

“Does Maverick know about this?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’m already drafting my request for resignation.”

“You know that most of the time, those requests get rejected, right?”

“Yeah.” You groan, finishing your beer as well. “But I don’t care. I’d at least try. Then if they won’t allow me, maybe I’ll just orchestrate a fourth near death experience and—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jake cuts you off and you raise your eyebrows at him. “I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“I was just joking.”

“It’s not a good joke. You know better than to joke about things like that.” He’s serious, the most serious you’ve seen him in a long time.

He’s right. You know he is and it pains you to admit it to yourself. You swallow hard, abruptly ashamed. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just all over the place these days.”

“It’s fine.”

“I was being stupid.”

“You’re going through a hard time.”

“I’m sorry for trauma dumping.”

“It’s alright, Goldie.”

You stand up, getting his empty bottle and trudging to the kitchen to place them on the counter. “If you want to go, you’re free to. It’s late.”

“I can stay here if you need company.”

You laugh humorlessly. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“It’s not babysitting.” He pushes himself off his seat and follows you. “I just don’t feel good leaving you in this state. You’re clearly not okay.”

“I’m okay,” you correct him. “Like I said, I’m just all over the place these days. I need time alone to think and be sure of what I want to do.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a great loss to the Navy if you quit.”

You snort. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Why do you think I like pissing you off? It’s because you’re competition. You’re almost as good as me.”

You’re leaning on the counter and Jake’s standing beside you, his hand a few inches from your waist. 

“Actually, I’m better than you, Hangman.” You smirk. “And maybe so is Rooster. He’s certainly better than you when it comes to being a leader.”

“Yeah, but I’m faster than him.”

“You’re reckless compared to him.”

“I can beat him in a dogfight.”

“He doesn’t leave his teammates behind.”

“Yeah, he forces them to go as slow as he is.”

“It’s not a bad thing. He’s being careful.”

“Slow doesn’t equate to being careful.”

“It doesn’t matter. I like him better than you anyways.”

“You like him better? You sure about that?”

You don’t know how it happened but you’re suddenly standing very close to Jake, your faces tilted towards each other that you’re certain if one of you moves any nearer, you’ll end up kissing. You’re reminded of how the squadron often teases you both, saying that the reason you bickered a lot was because of the sexual tension that both of you shared, but you always made an effort to deny it, declaring that there was no way in hell that you saw Hangman in the sense and you’d rather make out with a frog than the said cocky pilot.

Being in this situation with him right now though? After sharing a beer and letting yourself show your most vulnerable side to him? Seeing how genuinely concerned he is for you? How he actually see you as a highly skilled and capable naval aviator? It messes with your head a bit, makes you think that maybe you’re just really excellent with pretending that you’re not affected by his stupidly handsome smile, or drawn to gazing at his toned body whenever he’s in his uniform, or distracted when he’s sputtering off nonsense meant to rile you up and instead you’re noticing how pink his lips are, how soft they must be, how dozens of girls have fallen victim by his charm and how good he must at working those lips of his…

“You’re staring,” he whispers.

Your eyes move up. “What?”

Jake grins, like he understands what’s happening at this second. “You’re staring at my mouth, Goldie,” he says. “Is there something on my mouth?”

You shake your head. Your cheeks are warming up. Your heart is beating faster. You’re aware that he’s teasing, that he wants to get a reaction from you, and you’re annoyed that he’s getting what he wants. “It’s late,” you repeat your statement from earlier. “You should head back. Get some sleep.”

He thankfully steps back and you exhale.

“When are you coming back?” he asks.

“I’m not sure.” You start leading him to the front door. 

Once you’re there and opening the door for him, he stops for a second, looking at you. “Hey, if you need someone to talk to… you can call me, alright?”

You find yourself smiling in amusement. “Tonight doesn’t make us friends, Hangman.”

“Good.” He returns the smile, sly and that teasing glint still in his eyes. “I don’t want to be friends.”

Before you can quip back a reply, he’s saying goodnight and marching down the steps of your porch, going inside his car and driving off.

****

You came back two days later and returned like you never left.

He didn’t talk to you again after that night. You didn’t call if ever you did need someone to talk to, and he didn’t approach you unless he really had something to say. You two weren’t avoiding the other per se; there just wasn’t a need to be within the other’s vicinity nor the obligation to initiate the conversation that much. However, in Jake’s case, he wanted to check on how you were doing, especially after being briefed on why you were having second thoughts about your position in the Navy—he just didn’t think it was okay for him to do so, not when he had a feeling that you didn’t want acknowledge the fact that you did tell him your story out of everyone in the squadron.

Eventually, it was decided and announced by Cyclone that Maverick would be appointed team leader to conduct the mission, seeing him to be the most fit among the graduates he was supposedly training for the job. Maverick chose Phoenix and Bob to accompany him, picked Rooster along with Payback and Fanboy to head the second strike team, and assigned Hangman as the emergency action pilot.

Jake saw how you were disappointed not to be given responsibility for anything for the mission, which didn’t make sense since you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. He figured you must have been looking forward to being appointed nonetheless, maybe driven by your desire to make your father proud still that you were willing to go on this dangerous operation to please him.

“Hey,” you called just as he was about to hop on his aircraft. “Be careful out there, okay?”

He grinned, tilting his head at you in a mocking manner that makes you regret for saying anything. “Are you going soft on me, Goldie?”

You scoffed, but you were flashing him a grin in an instant. “You wish. I just don’t want you to get yourself killed so I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, that’s totally why.”

“Shut up, Bagman.”

He gave you a wink before carrying on with what he was doing while you made a show of rolling your eyes before walking away.

After that, despite how the events weren’t as smooth sailing as you liked, nobody ended up arranging anyone’s funeral and Jake was even hailed as one of the heroes since he successfully saved Maverick and Rooster when they were heading back to the carrier. 

And now, the whole squadron is doing some kind of post-mission celebration. It’s held in the Hard Deck, the bar near the naval base, and as Jake drinks with the rest of the crew and secretly relishes how everyone no longer saw him as only an arrogant pilot but an arrogant and reliable pilot, he finds himself trying to spot you among the crowd of aviators and every significant staff that made this mission successful, wishing he can know what are your thoughts about what has happened today.

“You see Goldie anywhere?” Jake asks Javy, placing the empty bottle of beer on the counter.

Javy scans the area and shakes his head. “No. But I think I saw her going out earlier.”

Jake nods.

Without further ado, he decides to go out of the bar and try starting his search there. He’s grateful he doesn’t need to explore the whole seaside to spot you plodding to where he’s guessing your car is parked, your legs wobbly and all, appearing you’re preoccupied with no regard to your surroundings that allow him to catch up beside you inconspicuously. As soon as you notice him though, you’re blinking multiple times, pausing for you’re surprised to see him here when you know he should be with the others.

“Jake,” you say, and he ignores the odd feelings that erupt in his chest upon hearing his name from your lips. “What are you—”

“Welfare check,” he explains. “Where are you going?”

You laugh out loud. He realizes you’re a bit drunk. “These welfare checks are becoming frequent.”

“It’s the second time. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Two times is too much for you.”

He changes the subject. “You’re not planning to drive home when you’re drunk, are you?” 

“No, I’m not that stupid.” You scoff. “But I was planning to sleep in my car, just until I’m feeling okay to drive.”

“I can drive you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Let me do it anyway.”

You stare at him and he holds the stare, green eyes piercing through yours that you can feel right in your core. You’re mesmerized, caught in the moment, similar to that time in your kitchen, and before you understand your actions, you’re handing him your keys and going to the passenger’s side.

****

You don’t verbally invite him in but he follows you regardless, taking the sign of you opening the door wider for a few seconds as he walks from behind the invitation itself. You allow him to act as some shadow as you cross the living room and go to the kitchen to get a water bottle from the fridge, no words spoken from the both of you, and it’s only when you turn around to say something that it’s dawning onto you how it was maybe a bad idea to have him over.

You trust Jake as a man who won’t take advantage of you, but you don’t trust yourself with the thoughts you’ve been having about him lately. After that night when he did his first ‘welfare check’, you couldn’t shake him off your mind as fast as you usually could; you’ve spent a lot of your free time thinking of him and how you don’t exactly hate being in his presence like you’ve been telling yourself. Worse, you’re considering how you might truly be attracted to his infamous charm, captivated by that Texan accent and confidence whenever he went, steering the attention of everybody in the room.

You watch him take slow strides in your direction. You’re not moving, you’re not attempting to get away, and when he stops directly in front of you, your heart is doing that thing again—palpitating and striving to burst out of your ribcage.

“Are you going forth with your resignation?” he suddenly asks.

“Not yet, I suppose. I talked to Maverick about it today, and he’s offering to endorse me to the Admiral and Vice Admiral to make me an instructor in TOPGUN.”

“And are you taking it?”

“Maybe.”

The lights inside the house aren’t open. It’s only the lamp you had beside your sofa; its warm hue illuminates your faces and creates this sense of intimacy that you can’t brush off. Jake’s expression tells you he’s in deep thought, as if he’s having a dilemma of his own, and you’re under the impression that perhaps he’s confused with what’s going on right now as much as you are.

“If you take that job, then you’re staying here, aren’t you?” he guesses, and you shrug.

“Most likely.”

“Then there’s no chance we’ll be deployed again in the same squadron.”

“I wouldn’t say there’ll never be a chance again but—it’s a high possibility,” you say. “Why? Can’t stand to be directly in the same team as me anymore?”

He chuckles. “Partly.”

“Partly?” you exclaim. “You really don’t like me that much, huh?”

“It’s not that. You think I’d be here if that was the case?”

“You said the other day you didn’t want to be friends.”

“Yeah, and being friends is still the last thing I want with you.”

“Fine by me. My feelings are very much mutual, I assure you.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re not understanding what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean I’m glad we won’t be placed in the same squadron again because there wouldn’t be a conflict of interest.”

You’re left speechless, the implication of his words causing you to overthink. Is he telling you what you think he’s telling you? Are you completely missing his point? Is he just messing with you? Playing mind tricks to have you wrapped around his finger? Whatever it is—whether your suspicions are right or not—you don’t let yourself think about it further, for this tension between the both of you is heightening and there’s a voice in your head that tells you to kiss him to find out what he really sees you as.

So you do. You kiss him, closing the gap between your lips and throwing your arms around his neck to tug him closer. It’s probably because you’re drunk that you’re brave enough to execute such a crazy gesture; you think how liquid courage indeed does wonders to your brain and your ability to know what’s wrong and right. And you can literally hear the gears in Jake’s brain moving as he stands there, hesitant at first to reciprocate, but eventually succumbing to it with an intensity you didn’t know he’s capable of giving, a hand falling on your hip while the other presses against your cheek, his fingertips inching forward to your hair that you quietly moan at.

Every sense you have is enhanced as the two of you make out. You can discern the pounding of your hearts; you can hear every pleased sound he makes as well as yours; you’re aware of every action he does, what he decides to do with his hands which moves to your waist, to your back, and lower… and even lower than that… 

However, it ends as fast as it starts, and before you can properly react, Jake’s already breaking the kiss.

 He looks grudging. It’s clear that he didn’t want to stop. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, an explanation to why he still did.

“Just tipsy,” you correct, about to try kissing him again but he dodges it, instead placing a lingering kiss on your cheek that spreads chills all over.

“We’re not sleeping together unless you’re sober.” His lips are on your ear, and you’re awfully getting mixed signals. It’s like he’s saying no yet continuously seducing you.

“I’m not that drunk.”

“I drove you home because you are.”

“No, you insisted on driving me home.”

“Because you were planning to sleep in your car, Goldie. Come on, are you seriously arguing with me on this?”

You groan, frustrated. Your head is starting to hurt because of the aftermath of the kiss and the thinking and the analyzing when it comes to what he’s saying to you and the actions he’s showing tonight.  “Am I getting the signals wrong? Isn’t the reason you went here because you want to sleep with me? You just told me you didn’t want to be friends—because obviously, friends don’t fuck.”

Jake’s laughing once more. It certainly doesn’t seem you’re sober from the way you’re talking to him, too blunt and careless. “You didn’t read the signals wrong. I do want to sleep with you.”

“Then why are you rejecting me? I’m practically begging here. It’s goddamn embarrassing.”

“____,” he utters your name, still grinning in amusement yet his features are softer now as he stares at your half-lidded eyes boring into him, “if you were any other girl who’s asking me, I’d gladly sleep with you. You’re not some girl though—and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“What?”

“I want to date you.”

“Okay, hold on.” You whip your head back in shock but you’re not pushing him away which Jake takes as a good sign. “Are you kidding? You better not be messing with me right now.”

“I’m not messing with you.”

“There’s no way in hell you want to date me, Hangman.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“You don’t even know me that well.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to elope and run away with me.” He chuckles and steps away, giving you a bit of room to breathe. “I’m just saying I like you and I want to get to know you better.”

You stare at him, waiting for the punchline that’s never going to arrive. “You’re nuts.”

“Hey, you’re the one who kissed me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I thought you only wanted sex!”

“I still want sex.” He smirks and you squint at him in distaste. “But after a couple dates maybe. I take it slow with women I actually like.”

“You take it slow? You?”

“In relationships and in bed—if that’s your thing.”

“God, you’re giving me a migraine.”

You head to the part of the kitchen where you have a pouch of medicine for instances like these. From your peripheral vision, you see Jake already getting your unfinished water bottle to hand it to you as soon as you popped the aspirin in your mouth. 

“We can talk about this tomorrow,” he says. “You should rest.”

“I should wake up from this nightmare.”

“I didn’t know jumping on me and begging for sexual intercourse was part of your nightmares, Goldie.”

“Fuck you.”

He grins. “Go to bed. I’ll leave right after.”

“How are you going back to the Hard Deck?”

“I’ll book an Uber.”

“Okay.”

You let Jake usher you to your bedroom, saying that he’ll visit you first thing in the morning. You tell him that he doesn’t have to bother but he replies that he needs to do another welfare check which you roll your eyes at, reckoning that it was cute the first time but now it was getting old and corny. He just laughs at you, for what seems like the nth time that evening, the reality of what happened between the both of you is beginning to sink in—and you’re not freaking out anymore. You think you kind of like it; you like the idea of Jake taking you seriously and conveying how serious he is by making his intentions clear.

“Good night, darlin’,” he says, brushing a portion of your hair away from your face.

You take a deep breath. You still kind of want to jump on him still but you immediately push those inappropriate thoughts away.

“Good night, Jake.”

****

The next day, a huge part of you genuinely thinks that everything that transpired last night was only an infuriating almost-sex dream. 

You would have slept all day if it wasn’t for the heat of the sunlight seeping through your windows. When you opened your eyes, you saw that it was past 11 a.m. and your head was already killing you, causing you to sit up and head groggily towards the kitchen to wash your face, brush your teeth, and find the aspirin that could help with the headache. You’re the type of person who prevents a matter from worsening while it’s still possible, and you don’t want to spend the rest of your day wincing and complaining about your condition when it could easily be solved.

The moment you swallow the medicine, your brain thinks it’s the perfect time to bombard you with memories of what commenced the day prior. In an instant, you’re remembering the drinking, and then Jake driving you home, that odd tension between you two, and—oh, God. The kiss. The conversation after the kiss. Jake confessing what he felt for you and what he was going to do about it now that he said it out loud.

As if on cue, a knock pulls you away from your thoughts and like a robot, you mechanically go to your door to greet whoever it is that’s on the other side. You don’t even have the energy to peek through the curtains first like you usually do, and you realize that it’s a huge mistake that you forgot that step because once you’re swinging the door open, there’s Jake on your porch.

“Woah, not so fast.” He puts a firm hand on your door as you attempt to shut it on his face, very reminiscent of the other night. “I see you’re not planning on using an amnesia card on me because of yesterday.”

You grimace at the reminder. “Go away. My head hurts and I can’t deal with you today.”

“Good thing I bought hangover soup then. Can I come in?”

“No.”

“What if I say please?”

“Still no.”

“Alright, come on,” he’s still resisting the force you’re putting on the door to close it, “at least take the soup.”

You glance at the paper bag he’s holding and reach for it. However, he slyly moves it to the opposite direction.

“Hangman.” You grit your teeth.

“If you’re taking the soup…” he trails, “then that means you’re agreeing to a date. Will you still take it?”

It’s ridiculous. It’s such a middle school tactic, you think—yet there’s a little something fluttering inside your chest, a bit amused at how Jake is approaching this. There’s truly nothing like a man who goes out of character for the woman he adores; from the manner in which he’s acting, it’s apparent that he’s not afraid to show you a side of his personality that isn’t the usual macho, cocky, and self-absorbed one. Somehow, even if you’re aware that he’s going towards the cheesy route, you’re digging it.

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch the paper bag from his grasp and saunter back to your kitchen.

“Are you coming in or what?” you call, noticing that he hasn’t stepped in.

He strides to where you are, this cheeky look on his face as he reverts to his standard overconfident self. You remark how he goes after you, soon caging you by the sink while you’re getting the utensils from its designated cabinet to use for this so-called hangover soup he brought with him. You’re not fazed despite the proximity and how this scene mirrors last night when you face him, even raising your chin a bit higher to appear further composed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says.

Jake makes a familiar show of his eyes flashing from your eyes to your lips, smirking, and just when you think he’s leaning down to continue where you left off, you tease him by placing a palm on his face and gently shoving his face away.

“Shut up, Bagman.”

gentle reminder: this author is a sucker for validation so please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts about this! ♡

[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact Part 3

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post.

Forgot to mention this in the last posts (I've edited in though), but reader is Gender Neutral (GN)

Warning: Violence and gore. Also Hakita saying things that he likely has never said.

0-2 0-3 << YOU ARE HERE 0-4

PRELUDE /// THIRD WEIGHT OF TWO WORLDS

TWO WORLDS ARE BINDED THROUGH A SINGULAR SCREEN.

A complete and utter destruction of the senses.

This is the best way to describe the current event: V1 blasting the absolute hell out of the 3AM Among Us Potion Knights of Favonius with his arsenal. Peeking from behind a rock at a distance, you watched V1 blast a swordsman Knight in the face with its shotgun before parrying an arrow from another and shooting him with the revolver.

It then proceeded to ground slam into a small group of them before knuckleblasting them, leaving nothing behind but guts and blood puddles on the floor (and you wincing silently). Then, Amber manages to land an arrow on V1; unfortunately, it harmlessly bounces right off and V1 turns its camera-like head right at her and swaps to its Sawn-On shotgun. As you slowly looked away, flesh squelching and bone breaking accompanied the outrider's screeching screams of agony.

In the head of the battle, you attempted to gather your thoughts and deal with the pain in the right arm thanks to Amber's arrow. Is this how it felt to witness Ultrakill in real life? You never expected weapons such as the Knuckleblaster and shotgun to create ear-piercing noise that no Earth weapon matched.

You also noticed how V1 never used any explosive damage; not even projectile boosts, despite its ease of accomplishment. In fact, its current actions force the Knights to focus on it and not you. Perhaps Teyvat sent it here to guard you in this Impostor SAGAU world. Your arrow pain dwindled quicker than normal too; probably another random little power gimmick.

However, your time to dwell on such thoughts ran out when noises best described in the onomatopoeia "BRRRRRRRTTT" followed by the sounds of penetrated flesh resounded in the air. Peeking over your rock, you witnessed V1 blast the last of the Knights including Kaeya with its nailgun.

Looking at the carnage V1 left in its wake, you noticed something bizarre.

Instead of laying limp, the blood and flesh of the dead knights began fading away into glowing red dust.

Much of [streaming platform] buffered and suffered an outage for a good couple of hours, with the cause of the sudden shutdown leaving even the site's administrators and management team fumbling in confusion.

Coincidentally, many users reported that their instances of the game Ultrakill suddenly crashed and refused to boot up afterward despite their computer and Steam page acting normally. Hakita put out an official statement regarding the matter:

"Okay, I will be real. I can't do anything to the game on my end either. I can't edit it, open any files, get assets, hell even all of my videos on my YouTube channel are missing without reason. So for now, all we have access to is this Discord server."

(Some people thought that he did this after a petition to reconstruct V2 exceeded twice its supporters)

A few people watching your stream coincidentally noted that it suddenly ended without explanation before [streaming platform] died.

The combination of these events spurred mass panic on the internet; Videos theorizing that some foreign nation or 'master hacker' committed a cyber attack to steal valuable information ran rampant on Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, you name it. Meanwhile, users on [streaming platform] took to platforms such as Reddit and Discord to share their perspectives on what happened, with a select few even touting that God had shut the sites down as a warning to humanity's current sins.

Thankfully, the anomalous instances reverted and disappeared in a few hours, except for your account on [streaming platform]. Instead of displaying your past streams, it simply displayed a single live stream:

THE FIRE IS LIT.

It bore a thumbnail shot of what appeared to be somewhere in Genshin, looking at a small camp with a tent, a campfire, and a pot boiling over said campfire. The chat slowly started with one or two messages before rapidly exploding with "what is this" or "what happened" responses or something along those lines. Then, two familiar figures showed up on-screen:

It was you and V1, and the latter carried you in a bridal style.

Of all the things you expected to do in life, having V1 bridal-style carrying you wasn't on the list. After it killed all the Knights of Favonius, it took your right arm and inspected the area injured by the arrow before swiftly pulling it out much to your discomfort.

After you gritted your teeth and grimaced in response to the sudden pain, V1 made a small dent in one of its arms allowing its blood to flow onto your wound. Miraculously, the blood let the injured area grow back and your pain rapidly dissipated leaving you both amazed and bewildered.

During this time, you noted how V1 managed to fit its three left arms all placed on its side; a sort of circular device connecting the arms to the torso allowed them to cycle between one another.

V1 then let you go and handed you a revolver; specifically, the regular Sharpshooter revolver. "For me?" You asked the supreme machine, pointing to yourself as you did so. It simply nodded in response and gestured for you to take it. You did and put the electric gun in your right pants pocket, hoping no misfires occur.

Once that happened, V1 suddenly scooped you into its arms before dash-jumping away with you deeper into the forest. Oddly enough, the smell of a soup or stew grew ever stronger the more distance you two covered in the woods. After a couple of minutes, V1 put you down at your destination.

The robot brought you to a campsite with an open campfire and a pot over said fire. It's safe to assume that the pot contained the soup or stew that currently emanates the smell. A crude tent seemingly stolen from an adventurer stood behind the fire.

The last noteworthy object in the area caught your attention: a black-and-white splotched Terminal. Located right next to the tent, the terminal displayed your Twitch chat on the left side and its main screen on the right. Once you stood in front of it, it printed out:

"GREETINGS, GODFATHER. PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME TO INTERACT WITH YOUR FOLLOWERS IN THE OTHER WORLD."

A camera then revealed itself above the screen and you knew what you had to do. Stepping in front of the camera, you waved. "Hello? Chat can you see me??"

And then, the floodgates busted wide open.

Adm!ra1-M4son: Oh my god GUYS OUR BOY'S ALIVE

johnifer: Holy shizzle drizzle crick crack he's fucking alive

valeriele3 donated $5.00: "Oh my god! Are you okay??"

"Yeah- I'm fine. Thanks for the donation by the way even if I have no idea how to use it right now..."

V1 then proceeded to make itself known as well. Moving you a bit to the side, it waved both of its hands seemingly eager to introduce you to your fans. The chat went wild again.

hiraya: omg is that V1??

LiNk29: Nah man bro got isekaid with the gopro...

BeeseChurger: SOMEONE SEND THIS TO HAKITA RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

Yuormethor: On it chief.

Simply put, this strange terminal allowed you to see your Twitch followers again, which was nice. V1 then left its spot in front of the terminal and checked on the pot. Sure enough, when you moved on over to it, there was a soup with radishes and tomatoes as its main ingredients. V1 likely got them from theft, but you didn't care- food is food after all.

The robot used a ladle in the pot to scoop some stew into a wooden bowl, which it then handed to you along with a spoon. Taking in its aroma, smells of radishes, tomatoes, and some mint filled your nose and you slowly took a small sip.

(A/N: Guess the soup.)

The soup's taste bore both a tart and sweet flavor, with a little bit of refreshment with some added mint. As you savor your first meal in Teyvat, your chat watches you do so.

kpfjillion: give me that fucking soup

XxcSHARPxX: Give this man peace for the Impostor SAGAU shit he's gonna come across lmfao

hiraya: he'll be fine! I'm sure of it.

After the fifth sip, you heard mechanical footsteps behind you before they stopped. You turned around and saw a familiar adversary V1 fought, and the two of you stared into each other's gaze.

"Well, nice to meet you in person, godfather."

V2.

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia, @feetusdeletussthenyeetus

[mandomaterial]

Miguel when you get turned into a child

This popped into my head and i couldn’t resist writing it! || Masterlist

So first of all it was all an anomaly’s fault, some crazy scientist that shot you with some kind of ray and it turned you into a child almost instantly, the thing was that your memories also reverted to childhood. So there you were, Miguels cute ass girlfriend turned into an even cuter kid. At first Miguel was unsure how to act, but he decided to finish off his enemy and then come pick you up. So he just shot you a calming look saying, “Stay here okay? I’ll be right back.” And back he was. He picked you up and sat you on his hip, opening a portal with his other hand. It looked like you were a bit shy as a kid so he tried getting you to open up to him by asking easy questions. The first one being obvious “Hey,.. do you remember me?” You shook your little head and averted your eyes, a bit scared of what just happened. “Um okay, well then I’ll tell you,” he tried to describe your relationship as something other than romantic “I care for you very much and you like me a lot as well, I’ll take care of you until everything is back to normal, okay?” He knew that kids liked being involved in decisions so that’s just what he did, he asked your opinion and you nodded, feeling a little more confident and looking at him. “So what’s your favourite color?” Miguel asked a bunch of simple questions wich you answered with glee every time!

After explaining what happened to his team he proceeded to take you home, to his large penthouse, but not before stoping at a toy store, that you had seen on the way. So now he was standing next to your small form, looking at the different stuffed animals. Up until now, he had carried you up and down the isles, showing you everything that there was to see, he told you that you could pick one thing for being so brave today and he quickly found out that stuffier were your favourite. Miguel suddenly felt a tug on his pants, pulling his attention to you “I- i think I wan that oneee” you pointed up, your little tongue had a little trouble pronouncing some words and Miguel thought that he was gonna die from your cuteness, he smiled and picked you up again, lifting you to the top shelf “Wich one?” You leaned forward almost falling out of his arms, wrapping your little fingers around a brown bunny with a little bow round it’s neck. “Woah, there sweetie, don’t fall off okay?” You nodded softly hugging your bunny “m’kay”. He paid for the toy and sat you back in the car, making sure you buckle your seatbelt.

It was already pretty late so he wasn’t surprised when he found you dozing in the back seat cuddled up to your bunny. The two of you weren’t home yet, Miguel had to make another stop at a child’s clothing store for you. He carefully picked you up from the leather seat, sitting you in his right arm, leaning your head against his shoulder, making sure that you were still sleeping, your tiny snores tickling his ear. He went over to the preschool section and picked out anything that caught his eye, for all he didn’t know how long you were going to stay this size. Wich a bunch of colourful shirts and pants in his basket he walked over to the checkout. The woman there cooed at you “Aww isn’t she just a darling, tired out from a day of fun with dad huh?” Miguel just smiled, agreeing with her and paying for the clothes.

Now with nothing left to do he drove the two of you to his place, parked in the driveway, walked over to the elevator and rode it up to the top floor. You’re ere a comfortable weight in his arms, sleeping on his chest. He brought his hand up to your back and patted you a little, his large hand almost as wide as the small of your back, he cuddled you a bit and to be honest he did it more for himself than you, you were just too a adorable!

Once in his apartment he quickly laid you down on his large soft bed, giving you the softest pillow so that your neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning, he covered you with the blanket and watched you snuggle and nuzzle your rabbit. A little later, after finishing a bit more work he got ready for bed as well. He crashed into bed, rolling over onto his side, when he suddenly felt something small wiggle against his side, he looked down and saw you, fast asleep and comfortable against his warm muscle. Miguel laid one of his arms around your small body and cuddled closer, falling asleep with.

Early next morning he was awaken by something crawling over him and sitting on his chest, suddenly he was shaken away with tiny hands, that barely even moved him. Miguel sat up pulling you with him, “Good morning Cariño” he stroked his fingers through your messy hair carefully untangling it “are you hungry?” “Uh-Uh! Yeah! I wan bweakfast!” You yelled with your cute high pitch voice.

Miguel got up and out of bed, carrying you over to the kitchen, sitting you down on top of the island. He then turned around grabbed a couple fruits and started juggling them, giving you a little show. You on the other hand squealed and giggled in utter joy. Miguel carefully threw an apple at you, wich you caught with two little hands. After that little fun, he started cutting the fruit into little animals, the apple into bunnies, the orange into a snail and the pear into little butterflies. You soft hands clapped in amusement and your smile only grew as you squealed. He put the fruit on a plate and gave you a small cup of fruit yogurt as well. As you ate he started brushing your hair and once it was untangled he parted it in two and started braiding. In the end your hair was beautifully styled with little bows at the ends of your braids.

Miguel decided that he would take a day off work to spend it with you, how could he resist you after all? He took you to the park to play and feed ducks, when it was time for lunch he took out the lunchboxes from his car and sat at a park table with you, helping you cut into your fried chicken with rice, while you were eating he felt your small hand wrap around two of his fingers, showing him that you cared about him. This was still something you did when you were normal and now he’d seen first hand that its a childhood habit, wich just makes it even more adorable.

[minniethemoocherda]

Am I Pretty Enough To Fucking Die?

A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I've posted! IRL stuff got kinda busy for a minute! But I hope it was worth the wait! Also this takes place before my last fic "Saying Something Stupid" Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

They should have realised the first time that they should have died.

They had spent so long in their human form back then that they had nearly been successful in making themselves forget what it was like to be in their natural liquid state. But subconsciously, they mustn't have had, as it was all too easy for Sinister to bring them back from death.

Countless of the countless experiments Sinister put them should have killed them. At times they wished that he had. But as much as it felt like he was trying too kill them, Sinister always brought them back to life.

It wasn't until when Sentinel-Trask shot a fireball at their face, and they heard Logan scream their name in a repeat of that first fatal night, that the thought first came to them. Because whilst the force of having their body ripped apart hurt like hell itself, it could only have been half an hour later that they were able to pull the burnt blobs of their body back together.

Logan refused to leave their side for at least a week after that and whilst Morph wasn't going to complain, they couldn't help but wonder if the extra protection was even necessary.

Morph had no idea about the science behind it but they knew that somehow they didn't need a brain to function. That the few times they reverted back to a full liquid state, just because they didn't have a physical brain to control them, didn't mean they couldn't. Whenever they were in a human form they would create whatever they needed to move their body, such as their heart or lungs or whatever gendered organs they were feeling that day, even though technically they didn't need them to function, as e it would hurt if one of those concocted organs were injured, as it was their cells that were getting damaged, at the end of the day, they could just shift themselves a new one.

They knew that there were other shapeshifters out there. Mystique being the most famous amongst them. Morph had never met her in person but they had read her file. They knew that she could also change their internal organs, it was how Nightcrawler had come into existence after all. And Beast theorised that she could shift at a cellular, maybe even atomic level. But her natural state was still human, a blue skinned and yellow eyed one but human non the less. Whereas Morph's natural state was as a pile of gloop.

Currently they were in what the team saw as their normal form, pale grey skin with a featureless face. The others did know that it wasn't their real form, but Morph doubted that many of them remembered that.

Except for Logan of course, who knew them better than anyone.

They were sitting besides The Wolverine now, a half forgotten game of go-fish scattered across the table between them and bottles of beer keeping them warm against the chill of the evening breeze.

Stealing glances at Logan wasn't anything new for them but this time was different. They gazed at how the last rays of sun illuminated the sharp edge of his nose, wondering how many sunsets that face had seen. Morph believed that Logan was a sight that they would never tire of seeing.

"You gonna keep starin' or are you gonna ask whatever's in that bald head of yours?" Logan grumbled after Morph must have been looking for too long.

The liver and stomach they'd created, digested the alcohol, giving their body a warm buzz, which was probably why Morph didn't think much before opening their mouth.

"When did you realise that you were immortal?"

Judging by the look on Logan's face that wasn't what he had expected them to ask but he answered anyway.

"The first time I remember getting shot in the head."

"Yeah but how did you know, for certain that you were immortal?"

"I don't. Not yet." Logan shrugged. "Beast reckons that gettin' my head cut off would probably do the trick but I ain't plannin' on testin' that out." He then fixed them with those sharp blue eyes of his. "Why?"

Morph took a deep breath. Honestly after coming out as gay and non-binary, this wasn't half as scary.

"I don't think I can die."

"Oh shit." Logan replied after a moment, rare genuine shock crossing his grizzled features. "You sure?"

"Not yet." Morph repeated back to him in his own voice.

"Well I definitely ain't helpin' you test that out either." Logan snorted as though the pair of them were just shooting the breeze, as though this conversation was a completely normal thing to talk about. As thought this was just nothing thing to add to the list of things they had in common like their love of beer, enjoying taking the piss out of Scott and past psychological torture.

But then Logan had always been the only one who understood them. It was what made him so easy to talk to. Almost too easy. Which made it hard not to tell him how they truly felt.

"Looks like you're stuck with me then old man." They said instead.

"Huh." Before Morph had the chance to reflect on that reflective tone, Logan continued. "Well I can think of worse people to be stuck for eternity with."

"Worse then me?" Morph said through the sharp teeth of Sabertooth's mouth.

"If you spend the rest if time dressed up at Creed, I'll kill you myself." Logan said, punctuating his point with the familiar snikt of his claws.

Then the crease in Logan's brow tensed into something sharper.

"Look, sometimes it's harder to be the one who survives. And just 'cus you can't die don't mean you can't feel pain." Logan stated, watching the sun as it finally sunk bellow the horizon.

They both knew that he wasn't talking about the physical kind of pain. It probably wasn't the healthiest conclusion to come to when dealing with ones own mortality or lack there of, but the thought that they couldn't stop coming back to was that it meant that they would never again be able to hurt Logan again with their death.

Then Logan put his claws away, stroking the red of his knuckles as he cleared his throat.

"So don't go looking for new ways to give us all heart attacks alright. I-we don't like seeing you get hurt."

"Trust me I'm not." Morph snorted. "You don't have to worry about me."

Steel blue eyes met their empty grey ones.

"I'll always worry about you."

It wasn't an I love you, and it probably never would be but, promising to care for them for the rest of eternity would most likely be the closest Morph would ever get and they would hold those words forever in their fabricated heart.

Morph honestly hadn't thought too deeply about their new realisation. After coming to terms with their gender and sexuality this was just another thing to add to the long lost of weird shit they'd learnt about themselves.

But it was a comfort to know that whatever life might throw at them, they would always have Logan by their side.

A/N: So the concept of Morph being made of gloop has really stuck in my head and got me thinking how they can function without organs and if they don't need them, then what could actually kill them?? Like they get blasted in the chest in the OG show?? Then Sentinal-Trask blasts them too and we even see them turn to gloop in that shot!!?? So yeah my latest headcanon is that like Logan, they too are potentially immortal! Xxxxxx

[dnvrsmedia]

thinking abt goalie!abby !!!

she’d def be the big n scary goal keeper that all the other teams feared.

i’m thinking reader is the new forward! shy n to themself. the kind that speaks when spoken to BUT if around someone they’re comfortable with they never shut up (totally not speaking from experience).

one day you show up to practice in your cute shorts and rolled up sleeves with your matching colors cleats that just makes abby’s head spin.

she obviously doesn’t say shit about it or to you but she is definitely thinking several things.

her train of thought gets cut off when she’s introduced to you! she absolutely thinks your adorable with your shy nature.

anyone on the team would say that abby normally doesn’t do small talk. plenty of new people have filtered in and out of your D1 women’s soccer program leading her to learn to not get so attached. when new blood comes abby normally sends a curt head nod and gets to business.

oh but with you? something was pulling at her heart. she wanted to get to know you and be near you. she felt like she was going absolutely nuts. i mean she hasn’t even said a word to you!

that’s when you stick out your hand with the shyest smile that made the tall woman absolutely melt.

the whole team was watching with a grimace as abby stood in front of you with a…smile? it really looked like someone shoved a stick up her ass and she was trying to push through the pain.

she finally made a move to shake your hand after realizing that she had just been standing there admiring you.

now abby is a big girl. all 6’2 and muscular build of her!! you thought she was an absolute tall drink of water!!

before you could blink, you felt like your arm was tugged out of its socket from how firm a handshake abby gave you. that tug made you lose your balance and land even closer to abby then you were before.

you felt like you were ever so dizzy. from the angle you could see her prominent jaw clench. her big hand(almost twice the size of yours) cupping your hand firmly yet gentle enough that she wouldn’t break your hand. oh my god and you can smell the soap and the musky and woodsy cologne that abby put on lingering slightly.

you bit your lip with a giggle and looked up at her with your doe eyes and innocence that she just wanted to destroy and yet preserve.

“woah…you’re really strong” you squeak as you look anywhere but in abby’s eyes. she can feel you reverting to your shy self.

abby smirks and let’s go or your hand. she gives you one last look over (making you melt on the spot).

“welcome to the team” she winks at you and heads back to the goalie coach for the start of practice.

your. jaw. is. on. the. floor.

& uour panties are wet

the rest of the team were in shock at the way abby acted.

you tried not to garner too much attention in yourself your first practice with the team so you scurry off to find your fellow forwards and close friends.

ever since that day, abby has made it a task to be near you. during training, team dinners, on the bus to and from games, rooming with you at away games. you name it shes there.

not that you minded it at all!! you felt yourself falling head over heels (more like head over cleats) for this girl.

you both opened up to each other and were absolutely attached at the hip.

abby basically was your third roommate with how many times she slept over at your dorm.

those chill nights were your absolute favorite. your roommate would be out at some party, leaving the room to be free from her presence. abby would come over with her laptop and all of your favorite snacks and you two would watch a movie or show.

she always started off sitting next to you (too shy to make the first move) but by the end of the night you both would be cuddled up together on your tiny twin XL.

because of abby’s size, she would always pull you on top of her so that you both had the maximal space. or at least that’s the reason she likes to tell herself.

because of that, she started calling you her “very own teddy bear”

this made you smile whenever because you knew how much she struggled with affection.

knowing that you were the only one to be able to make her that comfortable made butterflies swarm your belly.

oh & when it came to games you best believe abby stared down anyone who tried to get at you.

being a forward, your job was to get the ball into the net as many times as you possibly could( and you were pretty damn good at that).

every time you scored a goal you can guarantee that abby is shouting from her post across the field.

abby is so proud of you that it absolutely hurts.

after wins abby walks up to you and spins you around. recently she’s gotten more bold and has started leaving kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

you get loooots of those after winning your team the final!!

on the other side of that, abby gives you lots of hugs and words of affirmation after hard losses. she knows how easy it is to get into your head about these things so she tries her best to cheer you up.

when it comes to abby and hard losses, she definitely turns to shutting people out.

the first time it happened to you, you showed up to her dorm with a very angry face (if she wasn’t feeling so bad about herself she would’ve thought you looked cute).

she opened the door with her normal stoic demeanor. (grumpy abby looks really fucking cute) but that’s not the point is what you tell yourself.

you push past her door and give her a stern talking to. abby absolutely looked like a guilty puppy with her tail stuck between her legs after you were done with her.

it’s been a learning curve , but she now goes to you whenever she’s feeling bad.

now let’s get to jealous abby!!!

baby is absolutely so protective of you!!!

if she sees at practice that one or your friends are teasing you a little too hard, she “accidentally” chips the ball…into their face.

you looked back on shock at abby as she comes up to your group lying out of her ass.

“sorry, mel . i guess i lost control of the ball.” she glares and gives your a squeeze at your hip.

the rest of your friends laugh as mel rolls her eyes.

“tell your girlfriend to lighten up. it was only a joke.”

you get so shy and can feel your face heating up.

everyone on your team knows you guys like each other , but you aren’t convinced that abby feels the same.

your smile falters and you get quiet for the rest of practice.

abby was freaking! out!

her little light of sunshine reverted back into that turtle shell (she likes to call it). a big frown is displayed on her face all throughout practice as she catches glimpses of you visibly in your head.

you had a terrible practice that ended with you getting a talking to by your coaches.

abby’s heart sunk when she saw you trying to hold back tears on the way to the locker room.

“everyone out!” abby growls at the lingering girls in the locker room.

once everyone scurried out of the locker room, she grabs you by the waist to face her front.

abby isn’t great with words, she’s never been one for vulnerability, but with you? it comes so easily.

you try to put on a strong face for her and that just shatters her heart.

“sweetheart?” abby’s big hand palms your cheek as she wipes the lingering tears off your face.

you try looking anywhere but in her eyes. you know once you reach her big beautiful orbs that you’d spill all of your secrets.

she doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at her and dips her head to catch your attention.

“cmon babe… what’s going on? you’ve been in your head all practice.”

abby’s face is full of concern. god she cares about you so much. her heart aches at the fact that you aren’t feeling okay.

“it’s just nothing abigail i’m fine.” you try shutting her out. you figured her being mad at you and forgiving you later was better than losing your friendship.

abby is taken aback at the use of her full name. she doesn’t let anyone on the team minus a few close friends call her by her nickname, but you? she hated the way it sounded on your tongue.

“you see you trying to be an asshole isn’t going to work. i’m kind of like the queen of doing that, remember?” abby jokes trying to lighten the mood.

when she notices that you crack a smile a even bigger one lands on her face. she squeezes the hand on your hip and rubs your face once more. you lean into her touch and close your eyes.

“ i just um. i guess i just got in my head about what mel-“

abby’s jaw clenches.

“i swear to god i’ll break her fucking knees-“ she interrupts.

“abby! it’s fine she didn’t do anything bad it’s just. after you hit her with the ball-“

“lost control” she muttered and you rolled you eyes knowing the real truth.

“after you hit her with the ball she said to tell my girlfriend to lighten up” your hands and voice started to tremble.

abby’s eyes went wide. she didn’t know that others could tell that she was in love with you.

“and i um i guess i got in my head about it all you know? about us.” you exhaled .

“i’ve never felt the way i feel when i’m with you abs and i just i dunno i know you don’t feel the same.”

woah. abby thought.

she didn’t think but so many thoughts were running through her head.

abby planted her lips on yours cutting off your deprecating ramblings.

you immediately responded back with your hands threading through her damp post-training-shower-hair.

kissing abby was like breathing a whole new meaning of life into you. and you were obsessed.

you both finally pull away after a very long and passionate make out session for some air. abby’s face is bright red as she looks at you like you’ve hung the starts.

“does that answer everything?” she smirks and leans in for another kiss.

[unpredictable-easty]

Stree 2 From Feminine Gaze

Bollywood has always been known for its Masala movies. Though there has been a slight turn towards more serious topics these past few years, it is refreshing when one of these entertaining, silly, music-filled movies makes a presence in front of us. 

As a person who likes to dissect a show or movie scene by scene, Stree 2 is a good study. Though it can be classified as another Bollywood masala with a mix of horror thrown in for good measure, there are factors to it that my feminine gaze has caught, scenes that perhaps, if we delve deep into it, would show the societal position of women.

I am sure I would have missed a lot more things than I caught but I would still like to put focus on the scenes that have caught my attention.

Scene 1: In the beginning of the movie we listen to the conversation between the characters where they talk about how women have been leaving their small town for better opportunities. Though at first I thought it was normal but when we delve further in the movie, we find out that the women they are talking about, have supposedly left the town without informing anyone about their intention, they disappeared overnight and nobody heard from them after that.

This scene rankled me. It also shows a significant truth about society. Girls with ‘modern thinking’ somehow become this other creature in our society. They somehow become the enemy of society and their life or well-being becomes an unnecessary thing. So many girls disappeared in the middle of the night and the only conclusion drawn was that they left themselves, without any investigation or even a try at contacting them. 

This problem, when considered for longer, can show why crimes against ‘modern women’ may be dismissed so easily, as if they were not done against a living breathing human.

Scene 2: The scene when they get to know only women with ‘modern thinking’ are getting kidnapped and all the household ladies argue that they would be safe from the monster because they are not modern. 

Pankaj Tripathi points out that if women had social media if they were educated or they went out, all these things also make them modern.

This argument brings out the age-old situation of women themselves not realizing how they have benefited from feminism. Every generation there will be women who will scoff at feminists fighting for rights and they will not realize that whatever freedom they have at the moment came from feminists before their generation. And thus the cycle continues.

Scene 3: The biggest thing to watch for and observe is the way the monster ends up controlling the male population’s mind and makes them revert back to the thinking that is centuries old. 

Here’s a comparison to be made, in the first movie we can see that Stree haunts the village, that she takes away men in dark, she calls their names and if they turn, she takes them. At no point in time is there a difference in men’s societal position, no women tell them to stay in their home the whole day or lessen their importance in their household. While the first thing done to women when the monster controls their minds is just that, control over women in every aspect of their life.

 We can’t blame the male population over it of course but it's the symbolism of it all. One can always argue that the monster was created in that way but we have to remember that what happened in the movie reflects the real life that so many women still live.

It also reflects how women's freedom eventually ends up being an illusion and how it can be taken from them if they don't constantly fight for it.

There is another incident that made me laugh a lot. When JD says to Varun Dhawan, ‘You’re a werewolf, don’t behave like an Animal.’ I don’t think it will take a genius to guess what this was in reference to.

At the end, I would just like to say that this movie not only proved itself entertaining but it’s subtle nuances make it clear that the writers, directors, and the whole production team put a lot of brains behind its planning and making sure that there were a lot of messages that should not be missed. Perhaps if we had more movies like this, the old spirit of Bollywood would be back and we could be entertained while being aware of the social spirit that art should always carry.

[novankenn]

(In the Spirit of @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON, and my own Jaune Gets a Gun Au I present... )

"Jaune Gets An Upgrade AU" Day One - (Tail-Gear [1/2])

Ren and Jaune shied away from several of the booths... at least those few he had fallen on when he was transformed into a 23 foot tall plate mail clade knight. The pair choosing caution as the opportune tactic when faced with so many angry glares, as vendors tried to salvage what they could.

Jaune: That could have gone better...

Ren: True.

Jaune: But that was so...

Ren: No, Jaune. Just no.

Jaune: I was just going to say it was cool.

Ren: No you were going to lead into going back to purchase it. You need to look around... you may find something that suits you and your skills... better.

Jaune: Nora would have let me...

Ren: WHICH is why she is not escorting you.

Ren stopped suddenly and looked around. Jaune also stopped and watched his friend and teammates actions.

Jaune: Ren? Is something wrong?

Ren: I'm... I'm just getting this feeling that we're being watched.

(Image sourced via Google - Twoearle "Ginna be the twin tail")

????: Yes. They're perfect. Absolutely brimming with multiple attribute powers!

Jaune: Now that you mention it...

The unseen figure pulled two similar looking armbands from her pockets. One in red. The other in blue.

????: Now wait for my chance...

Ren: Maybe we should go find the others?

Jaune: I mean we could, but what's the wor...

Ren: DON'T SAY IT!!!

CLICK! CLICK!

????: Yes! Remnant will now be safe! TAIL ON!

Ren / Jaune: ...

The pair of young men vanished in brilliant flash of light...

Jaune: WHAT THE HELL!!!

Ren: ...

????: Welcome Tail Red and Tail Blue. I am Twoearle your advisor in all things related to Tail Gear. Time is short a great... AHHHHH!!!

Ren grabbed the silver grey haired woman by the shoulders and started to roughly shake her.

Ren: TURN ME BACK!!!

Twoearle: PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE SSSTTTOOOPPP!

Jaune: Ren calm down!

Ren: Calm down! I'm now a girl! This will RUIN EVERYTHING between me and Nora!!!

Jaune: ...

Twoearle: JJJUUUSSSTTT SSSAAAYYY TTTAAAIIILLL OOOFFFFFF!

Jaune: Tail Off?

In a flash of light Jaune was back to normal. AT the sight of his friend and team leader once again a male. Ren stopped shaking Twoearle...

Ren: TAIL OFF!!!

In another flash of light Ren reverted back to his male form, and held out his arm.

Ren: Twoearle was it?

Twoearle: Yes.

Ren: Take it off.

Twoearle: Um... you see...

Ren: You can't can you?

Jaune: Seriously?

Twoearle: Sorry? Once Tail Gear bonds with someone it will not be separated from that person until such time as it senses a worthy successor... and even then it needs to be modified...

Ren: Let's go Jaune.

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: We. Are. Leaving.

Twoearle: Wait! What about your destined mission?? You were chosen for a reason!

Ren grabbed Jaune by his wrist and stalked off dragging the goofy blond behind him leaving a stunned Twoearle behind.

[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 3

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐

The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.

Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.

“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”

Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk

“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.

“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.

Focus yn, focus.

“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”

Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.

My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.

Trin

Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?

Yn

Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗

Trin

I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕

Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.

“Earth to yn!”

Josh snaps me out of my thoughts

“Sorry, um what were you saying?”

“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”

“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.

With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.

“Can you tell me what he said?”

“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.

Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.

“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”

“That’s right uce. Day ones!”

Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.

Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”

Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.

Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.

“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.

Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.

“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”

“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”

“She sure was.”

I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.

Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo

Tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01 @harlem11680 @theogsamoanqueen @harmshake

[szfiction]

What are your favorite ships in Dr. Stone? I love Tsukasen!💖💖💖

Tsukasen is my big favourite as well! I have a couple other more lowkey ships, but Tsukasen is the one that has absolutely corrupted my brain ever since I finished watching the second season.

It's because of how utterly star-crossed they are. Admiring each other from the start, but their ideals keeping them on separate sides of a war, even as they lament that in another life, they could surely have been friends. It's because when they finally do get the chance to be on the same side, it is ripped away from them so soon after it happens, making everything all the more tragic. It's because of how they are in-tune with each other's actions, able to predict what the other might be doing or thinking. It's because Senku was able to deduce what it was that truly motivated Tsukasa for all his life and use that to bring him over to his side, restoring what Tsukasa needed most back to him. Mirai, yes, but also hope for the future, belief that things can get better and there is some good to come from a civilization that looks forward using science. It's because when they fight side by side their strengths compliment each other, and they form the ultimate tag team. Because Tsukasa struggled to stay alive just so he can cherish his alliance with Senku for a little longer. Because they both say how much fun they're having and it becomes apparent they always belonged at each other's side and not opposing one another. It's because Senku promises Tsukasa he'll do anything to bring him back, and Tsukasa trusts him with his life (and is at peace even with the idea of dying as long as it's Senku who kills him). Because Senku's voice is so quiet and sad when he asks what's wrong with making small talk. And they talk afterwards about utter nonsense, because Senku can't bear to actually face the reality of this moment, and for the first time, they get a chance to be normal together. Because Senku breaks down into tears as Tsukasa breathes his last breath, and because he truly does do everything he can to bring the Medusa back for Tsukasa. The second he got his hand on that device, he knew exactly what the last of its energy would be going toward, and it had nothing to do with Tsukasa being an asset for their future moon mission. It's also because Tsukasa, when facing his worst fears coming to life in the America arc, did not revert back to his old mindset. Instead of feeling anger or sorrow, he instead found his mind lingering to how he could still be saved. He chose to have hope, believing in science and in Senku, and when he faced death he did so with a smile. I think they're like soulmates. I think they balance each other out and challenge each other and I think they're meant to be by each other's side even if it takes them a while to get there. I have rambled about them for several paragraphs now and I could keep doing it for even longer because this is how strong I feel about this ship, alright? I could go on forever, please @ everyone talk to me about Tsukasen.

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Hi! I don’t know if you still doing reactions, if not - no problem!

Companions reaction if they see F!Sole being killed in front of them? Could you add Maxson’s reaction as well, please?

It’s awfully sad, but I would love to know their reaction

Goodness, this one was rough 🥺 I did my best, though, and hopefully it seems accurate! It's been a few since I've played with a couple of these companions, but I tried! 💗💗💗 Thank you so, so much for the request! 😊💞💞💞

TW: Chems and alcohol usage, violence, blood and gore, suicide

Cait - The Combat Zone was full of death and full of pain, but despite having seen death upon death, she still shuts down as soon as she sees her best friend lying there on the ground motionless.

She knows what it means. She has seen her fair share of death and murder, and given the fact that they had nailed her in the back of the head with a bullet destroyed any chances of survival.

However, her mind refuses to let her consciously realize the fact that it's death. That her savior has been shot down. The one person that believed in her and saved her from her own certain death despite Cait not being able to save her.

She blindly murders every last one of them, unable to think it through as she went through the motions. It then fully sets in upon her what precisely that this meant.

Cait feels like she's losing her breath, and the only thing she can think about is somehow trying to save her person. Cait staggers over to her, collapsing onto her knees as she crawls the rest of the way, her body not having the strength for anything else.

She holds her in her arms, begging her to come back to life as she looks down at her. F!Sole is the one standing between her and addiction. She's the one that keeps her on the straight and narrow and that inspired to be a better person in the first place.

Without her, Cait has nothing now. She is nothing now.

She quickly reverts to her old ways, no one there to stop her from abusing the chems. She does not see the use in trying to avoid killing herself now. There is no one left to live for.

Piper - Piper and Blue. The unbeatable team that had managed to keep up that streak for several months now.

Until today.

A loud scream rips itself out of her throat as soon as Blue is shot, her eyes going wide and her heart plummeting to her feet.

She puts a bullet in the heads of the people remaining before rushing over to her Blue, too worried about her best friend to worry about exacting revenge. Some part of her was hoping that she had made it. She had to.

This was her Blue. Her invincible Blue that had overcome all of the odds thrown at her. Her story couldn't end here. Not so soon. Not before it had played itself out and it had the happy ending that her Blue deserved.

But she knew in the back of her mind that there was no surviving a hit like that. Railroad spikes to the chest were almost a certain death sentence.

Piper grips her face, too scared to feel for a pulse as she looks at her best friend in the entire world. She shakes her, pats her face, does anything she can to try to search for that beautiful life that always animated her every move.

Piper slowly lowers her head to her Blue's whispering, begging to the Heavens to please bring her back. Please just let her come back.

But she was gone. And it's just Piper. Just as lonely, terrified, and devastated as she had been that night her father had been killed.

A week or so later, tears streaming down her face and making it nearly impossible to write, she labors over an article that she puts in the paper. It is titled "The Vault Dweller: Inside the Hero of the Commonwealth." It's a longer title than she normally goes with, and while she has had few words since it happened, her article has so many written words that it is pages and pages long. When Blue died, so did Piper's voice. At least for now.

Curie - This was not fear. It was pure terror.

Curie lets out a horrified screech, her training as a medic forgone completely.

Thankfully, F!Sole had managed to deal a fatal blow to the guy, so she does not have to worry about clearing anyone out. She almost falls in the process of her scrambling over to get a look at her, and she examines F!Sole's wounds carefully. They were definitely fatal ones, but accepting that meant accepting losing the one person that saved her and the one person that loved her enough to give her an entire life.

Curie desperately searches for any stimpaks she has in her bag, stabbing them repeatedly into F!Sole over and over as desperation increasingly tightens its clutches. She's supposed to be able to fix these things.

She is a doctor, and she's supposed to be able to save people. If she can't save the most important person in the world to her, does she really deserve to have the ability to pursue any manner of medical field?

Once she has used all of the stimpaks in her bag, she takes the ones from F!Sole's, going over and over again as her vision becomes more and more blurry.

When she at last runs out of them, she allows herself to burst into sobs, collapsing on the woman as she presses her forehead against her chest on the opposite side that the wound had gone into. She closes her eyes, a flood of tears staining the now-reddened vault-suit.

She had lost everyone that ever cared about her, and worst of all, she had been worried about herself being injured. She now regretted not worrying more for the protector that she had perceived as being so invulnerable.

She cries for weeks but she continues in her medical work. However, despite the weakness of the tears, she now carries her protector's large, modded combat shotgun strapped on her back. She will never let anyone she cares about die again on her watch.

MacCready - Her shot had downed the last guy, but as the man was collapsing, he managed to get one last good hit on her.

His hit had just been luckier than hers.

It had been a headshot, and she instantly fell, hitting the ground with a sickening thud and a new, shining bullet hole in her forehead.

He almost lets out something akin to a scream, but he contains himself, and he stumbles over to her. His jaw feels unhinged from the rest of his face and he just looks down at her as he falls to his knees.

He is just staring down at her, and his jaw is slackened even still. He feels like it has never fully shut since he saw her.

He does not know what to feel. He does not know how to react, and all he can think of is how alone he feels now. He supposes that a few tears fall down his cheeks, but he cannot even really feel them given how he just looks down at her in horror, unable to help the curse that slips from between his lips despite his best efforts.

After what feels like an eternity of just staring at her, he takes off his hat and sits it on her head. She was always trying to playfully steal it while they were on the road, and he thinks of those moments now as he gives it to her to have forever. It's funny the thoughts that one has in times like these.

He gets up then, knowing he has nowhere else to go but home.

He goes back to his son, numb inside. But as his boy comes running over to him, excited to see his father, he collapses on his knees and hugs him. He holds him for what feels like forever and surprisingly, Duncan stays in his arms without protest.

MacCready allows himself to really cry, the comforting warmth of the last living person he cares about coaxing it out of him. He keeps the tears silent, but they nevertheless fall.

Deacon - If this was some sick joke, Deacon was definitely not loving the punchline.

His heart in his throat from the moment she fell, he rushed to her and dragged her away as best he could. He only stopped when they were in safety and he had lost them.

He collapsed to his knees, praying it was just a lie. He had told so many lies in his life that surely reality could somehow start turning into one big lie, too.

But as he tried to make jokes and tried to somehow wake her up from this, he was quickly realizing that this was about to be one of the harshest, realest truths that he had ever faced.

And as he realized that, the jokes fell from his tongue along with the tears from his eyes, every lie he had ever dared tell her resurfaced in his mind, and regrets overwhelmed his every sense.

Lies were who he was and came second-nature, but how could he have ever told her a lie? The one person that was truthfully and honestly the only person he fully trusted without question or a single doubt.

The one person that trusted him without question or a single doubt...

As time passes, he withdraws more than ever before, and his lies become even more ludicrous until no one really knows the truth about he himself anymore. He cannot afford for anyone to get that close again.

Codsworth - Codsworth feels as if he is shutting down when he sees his Mistress lying there on the ground.

He saws through and lasers the rest of the enemies, and he comes to her, hovering over her as he looks down at her. He calls her name a few times, grabbing her arm gently with his pincer, but she does not reply.

He finally brings himself to scan her despite his fears, and to his horror, his worries were confirmed. He just stares down at her as he keeps her arm in his grasp, processing and unable to come to a solid solution.

Finally, the poor robot's programming ultimately cannot handle the trauma of it all.

First sir, then young Shaun, and now Mum? He cannot deal with this. It can't possibly be true!

So he carries her to their old home in Sanctuary, continuing to treat her like his mistress. She just says a little less now and does not eat like she should, but she's still his mistress. He sets her at the table and puts her in bed, helping her as much as he can. She is not as mobile as she used to be, but he guesses that it must have been because of that terrible accident from before.

"Mum, you are looking quite skeletal! Here! Eat up! You don't want young Shaun and Sir to see you in this state!"

Hancock - He was hoping that this was one of those bad trips. The ones where crap happened and then he was back on his couch at the state house like nothing happened, Fahrenheit looking down at him as she prodded him to get up and have something to eat.

But it wasn't.

Turns out, he was sober. She really did fall there in front of him. She really did take that hit to the chest. And she really was looking like she was stone cold dead.

He shook himself from the shock, going into action as he quickly killed the remaining goons. He then stopped next to her, talking to her quickly and determinedly. She could not be dead for real. It was too surreal. It could not possibly be right or true.

But she is.

She's there in his arms dead and he can't do a thing about it.

So he just holds her, tears sliding down his irradiated cheeks as he shakily speaks to her, addressing her softly as he tells her all of the things that he wishes he had said while she was still alive and able to look at him with that beautiful, fond gaze that she always turned upon him or any of her found family.

Eventually, he brings her back to Goodneighbor once he has cried his tears, conjuring the strength and the words to give a speech for the hero of the Commonwealth. Goodneighbor would give her a proper send-off. The one that someone as amazing as her deserved.

Danse - It never failed to amaze him and terrify him with how things could go wrong so quickly.

As soon as he so much as saw her hit the ground, he was freaking out. It was controlled on the outside, but to anyone that knew him, they could have easily seen the uncharacteristic manner of how his firing became more rapid and less focused.

He made his way over to the woman, stopping in front of her as his power armor blocked the view of any potentially remaining enemies. A few bullets bounced off of the back of his armor, and he kept his head ducked, extending his hands to her as he desperately grabbed her, trying to see if there were any signs of breathing.

There is so much blood and so little movement. She does not appear to be breathing and he cannot even properly check her pulse because he has not left his power armor.

He spins around, throwing a few calculated shots and blasting any remaining enemies before quickly exiting the power armor.

He brings her into his arms, feeling for a pulse as his breathing is getting increasingly out of control. Try as he might, there is none and he cannot even try to see if she could be breathing still because tears are blocking his vision.

He had just lost yet another best friend.

If this is after Blind Betrayal, he finds it harder and harder to have a reason to live, and he eventually decides he does not need to live anymore. He can't be in a world without her.

Preston - One minute, he is shooting down the bad guys with the General and the next moment, he realizes that the only lasers he sees are coming from his own musket.

He quickly spots her, but not where he expects her to be. She is lying on the ground, and he instantly feels his heart in his throat.

He fires a few more lasers, doing his best to land hits to enemies' chests, and he rushes over to her, skidding to a stop on his knees next to her. The movement is cushioned by his armor, and he comes to a stop as he tries to wake her up, his entire being utterly panicking. He grabs her shoulders, pulling away anything covering her neck, and he feels for a pulse.

There is not a single thing that he can feel and he feels his heart dropping. He quickly moves to her wrists, ripping off the Pip-Boy and any armor in the way, and he feels for a pulse on both. Still, there is nothing.

Preston tries his best not to cry, knowing that it will do no good at this point. Besides, he had lost a general before. He had lost people before.

But she is different. She is his final hope. She is the Minutemen as the Commonwealth knows them now. Her bright smile, those hopeful eyes, and that steadfast nature is what inspires people to be better. It is the face of the Minutemen now and the person that brings his childhood dreams of heroes to life.

She is not only that, but also his friend. She cares for him like few others ever did. She is truly like family or the closest thing he has to one now.

But she is gone. He breaks down as he truly accepts the fact that he has lost his General and the last true hope of the Minutemen.

He eventually goes on to try to lead the Minutemen himself despite his reservations. He knows that he does not quite have her undeniable charm, but he knows she would have wanted the Minutemen to keep thriving despite her death. So he keeps trudging on.

Valentine - It was always supposed to be him.

He was an old, grisly detective and a synth on top of that. Not even one of the pretty synths either. He was nothing but a copy and paste of some dead man's memories put into a ramshackle body. He was never meant to go on this long.

But here he was, F!Sole lying dead on the ground and him standing there not knowing what to even start to do.

She was so full of life, vibrancy, and beauty despite everything that had happened to her. She had hope. Hope to find her son and hope to make a positive difference in the Commonwealth.

Nick came over to her, and he knew that if he were capable, he would be sobbing right now. He knelt down beside her, his good hand caressing her bloodstained cheek as he softly moved to close her eyes. His heart was so deeply aching right now despite not even having one in the literal sense.

He would need a few minutes. Or a few years... to even begin to push past this one.

He is never quite the same after that and it takes every bit of his strength to keep doing detective work. It is the first time in his career that he truly considered retiring. But he oushes on because he knows she would've wanted him to keep helping people and doing good out there. Just like she did.

X6-88 - Coursers are meant to be fast, effective, and practically invincible. However, humans, despite how formidable some can be, are indeed not.

She falls just as he wipes out the one that knocked her down. He was milliseconds away from saving her from what was doubtlessly a fatal hit.

He moves over to her quickly, something irrational in him compelling him to check her even though he knows the truth.

Sure enough, her lifeless form remains there on the ground, the shotgun wound having mangled her face so terribly that she was almost unrecognizable.

X6 almost feels like throwing up, and he is shocked at himself on multiple accounts.

How could he have failed so badly and allowed this to happen? He is literally made to accomplish a mission quickly and efficiently and his mission is her. He is supposed to always protect her. He owes that much to her after she had cared for him and seen him as something more than his basic purpose.

Even though he had always been reluctant at best about her attempts to make him human, the feelings he is experiencing now are undoubtedly something different than what his programming originally intended.

He keeps his sunglasses on, terrified of the tears that are slipping down his cheeks and terrified of removing the glasses to wipe them away because it will be admitting to himself that she had always been right. It will be admitting to himself that he is not empty and unfazed by her death.

It will be admitting that his entire purpose is gone now.

He eventually returns to Sanctuary after the funeral takes place, having no idea what to do now. He ends up finding more solace in going out on his own and eradicating the filth of the Commonwealth than by staying in one place for too long. He's maintaining her legacy somehow.

Dogmeat - It all happened so fast.

His human was fighting for one minute and then she was on the ground, lying there still as could be. He instantly turns his attentions to who had hurt her, and he attacks, ripping out their throat mercilessly as he takes on anyone else who was around.

When he finally is finished, he comes limping over to his human, coming to check on her. She still has not gotten up. He sniffs her hand, licking it softly as he snuffles at her fingers. He leans toward her face, offering her another lick to try to wake her up.

All he can smell is blood and it is overwhelming his senses. He also smells something else... It smells like those bad men when they fall and don't get up after his human shoots them with the fire sticks.

Is she... Never going to get up?

He waits for a long time, hoping that she will prove him wrong, but he slowly realizes that she is going to be just like those bad men.

They hit her with the fire stick and now she is not going to get up.

He woefully howls, pain in his heart.

He had let her down. He was a bad dog.

But he stays by her, refusing to eat, drink, or do anything as he waits for her in hopes that maybe she'll wake up. One particularly cold night, he suddenly feels warmth and her special whistle for him. He looks up, his tail wagging as he spots her.

She looks different. She seems younger and seems less troubled, but it is definitively her. Dogmeat excitedly gets up and bounds toward her, and she gets down on one knee, wrapping him in her arms as she buries her nose in his fur. He happily licks her ear since it is the only thing he can reach.

She got up. He knew she would.

Strong - He is shocked but quickly very angry.

He quickly crushes a few skulls before stepping over to her to see if she is truly dead.

To his utter fury, she is gone.

He also feels a twinge of something else that he can't quite explain. His eyes are leaking and he doesn't understand why. It distorts his vision and he hates it.

Fury fueling him, he yells and growls, but as much as he wants to stomp on her or throw her or take out his anger somehow on her since she's the reason he's feeling whatever way that he is now, something stops him. Amazingly, he doesn't even feel like eating her like he feels like eating most dead things they come across since they have no other use.

He just watches her for a long moment before deciding to yell one last thing.

"Tiny human lied!!!! Tiny human didn't take Strong to milk of human kindness!!!"

He leaves her there where she fell and heads out. He will find the milk by himself.

Maxson - They were out with an entire group of soldiers, but he had commanded her to take point.

And when she hits the ground, she falls directly at his feet.

In a rare moment of questioning his own decisions, he stares at her in disbelief. But he quickly comes to life, ripping through the remaining enemies with his gatling gun. He spends a little extra time on the one that downed her, but he tries not to make that fact obvious.

He kneels down beside her, feeling for any manner of a pulse, and one of the scribes they brought with them begins the effort in attempting to resuscitate her.

But after a short time, he knows it is no use, and he commands the scribe to stand down. He looks over her, silently and wordlessly takes in her loss as well as he can with watchful eyes of his soldiers all around him.

She was one of the best, and despite having lost quite a few that he cared for-- Danse being among them-- he had not lost most of them with them being shot down right in front of him.

He does not cry, the callouses of war and battle preventing him from breaking down in front of the group that they had brought out with them. He had to be a strong leader.

However, once they bring her body back and make plans for a funeral with all of the honors that she deserves, he locks himself in his quarters and lets the tears fall. She is someone that he will not soon forget.

[kirric-the-fan]

Verdant Earth Precure, master list:

A full collection of my fancure team, Verdant Earth Precure (sometimes referred to as VE precure). Info also including villain, fairy, and powers.

Cure forms:

Power-up forms:

Fairy/seed forms (note, if the VE cures get defeated, they revert back to a magical acorn, palm sized, to recover. After a while, they sprout into this fairy form, from which they can continue to recover their energy to restore to normal.)(They are incredibly goofy in this form)

Their transformation items:

Note on transformation items: The Forest pouch looks like the face of their fairy partner. It's not the fairy itself, but the respective fairy can go in it to tag along with their cure to school etc without being sussed out.

While the cures initially have to have their fairies around to transform, they eventually become able to do so without, just using the forest pouch and the crown seed.

Setting:

Morihana city, a seashore city in Japan, surrounded by verdant oak forests and populated with herds of sacred deer. Here, Mimori, Jin, Kaneko, and Miho are all in the same class at Junior school. Mimori, although on okay terms with Miho, is a bit of a loner, and Jin in particular seems to pick on her a lot for her absent-minded behaviour, and difficulties working in teams. Kaneko, seemingly the sensible head of the class, calls out Jin's behaviour when it goes too far, but is a bit stand-offish, too focused on her studies. A bit of a teacher's pet. Mimori is frustrated at Jin's jibes. She knows she has a point. She wishes things were different, but she can't stop her mind wandering, or bring herself to speak up for herself either. She imagines being able to do something to earn the respect of her classmates, but laments how hard it seems to be to change and improve herself. Even the deer change more than her. One of them is trying to eat her hair.

Then she runs into Buttercup, a beaver fairy from The Forest Kingdom, which has just been taken over by a new enemy.

Harvest, a malevolent entity determined to take all the wealth of the worlds for itself, has taken over the Forest Kingdom, trapped all its fairies, and is slowly stealing all the energy from the plant life there. Buttercup is supposed to find the mythical Forest Crown that holds the power to restore the kingdom and see off Harvest entirely. She and the others- Beri, Boo, Bark, and Bushi, her brother- had been searching for it in the Forest Kingdom before Harvest forced them to retreat. They escaped through a mysterious magical anomaly, but got separated on the way. Harvest's creatures attack and Mimori becomes Cure Crown.

Over the next year, they each find their fairy partners, (Beri, Bark, and Boo) and meet Machimachi Suzu: a witch who turns out to actually be a cat and former witches familiar, who now has magic and wants to help the cures. They also learn that Bushi got stuck behind in the Forest Kingdom, and that whoever reassembles the forest crown becomes the Forest Queen, and unlocks the whole power of the kingdom, but no one is sure how to resassemble the crown or where to find the bits. Suzu helps them out with this, lending her home as a base, and powers to try and find the pieces before Harvest does.

They also discover Sprout/Haru, a jittery deer forest fairy who got thrown to Earth in Harvest's attack, and has been hiding at a nearby shrine, having been taken in in her human form. She joins the others and eventually becomes the fifth precure.

After constantly rebuffing his attacks, Harvest sets his sights on Earth, and the Verdant Earth Cures have to fight that off too, seeing their whole world reduced to dust. The Verdant Earth cures band together to reignite growth in the world, and eventually see off Harvest entirely.

Characters:

Uesugi Mimori, Cure Crown. Lover of plants, can climb trees in a pinch, and has gotten herself ill more than once sleeping out under them with her childhood friend Ayaka, and the deer their town is well known for. Bit of a loner, not doing too well at school and her apparently dedicated bully Jin picks on her for being distracted and weird all the time.

Mimori is more of a loner because she lost her close childhood friend Ayaka when she got sick the previous year. She spent a lot of time looking after her instead of working on schoolwork, and not only is she not quite ready to make new friendships because of it, her schoolmates are almost too sympathetic about it all, and she doesn't like that, even though she doesn't speak up about it. Jin doesn't like that she doesn't say anything either. Later on, Sprout has a crisis of confidence when she thinks she learns that Ayaka was supposed to be precure and her partner instead of Sprout herself, but this is unfounded (and at this point, irrelevant).

As Cure Crown: Crown is the leader of Verdant Earth precure. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and wants to talk it out with Harvest instead of fighting, but she knows when they have to fight too, and doesn't shy away from it. She's quite good at seeing through the reasoning as to why a Motw might be attacking a certain way, and coming up with a way to counter it- she's quite good at working with Cure Bell in that way. Sometimes her heart is bigger than her ability, and her teammates have to save her from being steamrollered. She quickly learns how to be a good team leader, playing on everyone's strengths, and her own, although it takes a while for her to learn how to delegate well, and trust her teammates fully. Her fairy partner is Buttercup, a beaver fairy, and her signature attack, Forest Crown! summons a massive oak tree right in the motw's face.

Hayashi Jin, Cure Rush: The jock/sporty one of the team. Comes across as self-confident, even a bit arrogant at the start. Very invested in being the best and being the winner, especially in sports, and it annoys her when others aren't approaching life in the same way. Always seems to be the most sporty one- is picked first for all the teams, is popular, has fangirls etc. Has a crisis of confidence when the other four cures all turn out to actually be better than her at certain sports, and she doesn't feel like she deserves the title of being the sporty one anymore. They point out that Jin enjoys and loves sports the most, and that's the difference.

She's a sporty, popular kid, who loves to make things into a competition (and can never back down from a challenge), runs everywhere she can and jumps over her garden gate when she gets home. Her favorite animals are flamingos. Her mother is incredibly pushy and competitive (which is where Jin gets it from), and is what got Jin into doing so many different sports at a young age. Jin has gravitated to the more non-feminine sports or disciplines over time (Vault and soccer are her favorites), and she has quite the reputation as a tomboy. Jin's mother has videos of a younger Jin doing gymnastics floorwork that Jin never wants anyone to see because it would ruin her reputation (she is dressed in a girly outfit and hairdo and is still very baby-faced). Later on, her experiences with her fellow cures make her wish she had a sibling.

As Cure Rush: Rush does a lot of the physical work of the team, fighting and distracting the motw while the others figure out how to purify it. Takes a lot of hits as a result, but is one of the more resilient cures of the team in this respect. Despite being the second cure to transform, she is last option for group leader due to her rash nature. But sometimes her spontaneous actions opens up the exact opportunity for them to win the day. Her fairy partner is Beri, a squirrel fairy, and her signature attack, Dragon's Rush creates multiple appearances of herself around the enemy from where she's moving so fast.

Takeshi Kaneko, Cure Bell: The book-smart one, and class representative. Kaneko is always considered the mature and sensible one, and she is often the voice of reason, at least spelling out why they shouldn't really be doing something before they do it anyway. She is cousins with Miho by their mothers, and is often tasked with looking after Miho. She gets very protective of her little cousin.

Kaneko's mom works and lives at a shrine, and Kaneko likes to help out when she can. But quite often, due to the simplistic nature of their home there, she often has to go to her aunt's place (Rice cafe) to do homework etc. In fact, their parents often share babysitting duties, so she spends a lot of time around Miho after school. It's little surprise she's attracted to the relevant quiet of the shrine and chance to spend time with her mom.

Kaneko has a soft spot for animals, especially cutes dogs and puppies- she practically melts into a different person when they're around. She is one of the first ones to spot and help out Sprout when she is lost on Earth.

As Cure Bell, she uses sound and pollen-based attacks, useful for dazing or distracting the enemy. During her time as a cure, she gets frustrated at her teammates bad decision making, and makes a move to become team leader. But this is hijacked by the enemy, and she is magically corrupted and turned to work for them instead. Even after she is saved, she holds onto a guilt about the whole thing, despite her teammates forgiveness, which makes her a different sort of reckless she needs to face up to. Her partner is Bark, a dog fairy, and her signature attack, Bellflower, summons a giant flower to wrap the enemy up in.

Yasuda Miho, Cure Rice: Somehow simultaneously the most outgoing and the baby of the group, Miho is a bubbly bundle of joy who is always led by her stomach. She Loves food, and loves helping out her parents at their shop, Rice cafe (where they also live). Miho is one of the few trying to become closer friends with Mimori at the start of the series, but keeps getting blocked out. She ropes Kaneko into her schemes to cheer Mimori up, but they both get targeted by Harvest before they can carry them out.

Miho has a 'have a go' attitude to anything, at least once. Maybe twice. Which is great except where she can't swim and Kaneko has to sometimes save her from herself. Miho is also secretly still afraid of the dark, and hasn't completely dismissed the ideas of monsters being real. Her teammates realise that she actually finds their motw encounters really scary, but puts on a brave face every time for everyone else. Miho refers to Kaneko as her older sister (they're cousins), but everyone is surprised when they discover that Miho is the older one- it turns out that Miho's mom is the younger sibling of their moms, and Miho copied what she used thinking that's how it worked, and it stuck.

Miho's dad is a former Buddhist monk, and now works at the cafe. Miho chooses to be vegetarian like him, and loves learning to help him cook. They are a very close-knit, loving family. The family also often refer to Kaneko as Miho's sister, and Kaneko has her own room there too. Kaneko and Miho also argue like siblings.

Miho's spontaneous streak has had her transform into her seed form more than once just so she can see what eating her bodyweight in "X" is actually like.

As Cure Rice, she uses a lot of rice and food themed powers and attacks. She can help power-up her teammates, and has a strong rice ball shield defense. Her partner is Boo (panda fairy) and her signature attack, Onigiri energy! summons a giant rice ball and steamrollers the enemy with it. Even mid-fight she gets distracted by food.

Kakogi Haru, Sprout (or Spring, or Bounce.), Cure Spring: Haru is a young fawn-form forest fairy from the forest kingdom, who was thrown to Earth in the initial magical explosion of Harvest's attack on their world. Lost, and having difficulties with a newly discovered human form, she is taken in by a kind old groundskeeper at one of the shrines. Sprout is very skittish, prone to startle and bolt, and often changes into deer form when she does. It takes a while for other people to earn her trust, and the cures slowly work to build up her confidence around other people when they get to know her. It doesn't override her instinct to run, but it, and they, help to manage it.

As she learns more about Earth, she becomes interested in various sports, although she finds it difficult to participate in them. She slowly connects with her own sense of self-confidence, and achievement, which helps build up her strength as a cure to stand up and help save her world.

As Cure Spring, she does a lot of jumping and flipping attacks. Her most iconic attack, Heart-roar courage! has her stand one to one against the motw and halt them with a face-to-face grapple, magically embodying a locking of horns. As a fairy herself, she has no fairy partner. She finds this a little lonely and isolating, until she realises she is powered by the love and kindness the others have shown her, and that this is her way of repaying that back.

Fairy forms: Sprout possibly has the most fairy forms of any fairy: She has her default fawn form, your typical fairy style barely any bigger than a puppy; she has a regular deer form, her fastest and most likely to default to to bolt with or hide in when she's on Earth; and she has her human form, looking like a young schoolkid like Mimori and the others. She also has access to the same acorn and 'fairy' seed forms as the other cures: She can progress to her own fawn fairy and deer forms as an additional stepping stone as she recovers.

She has absolutely done the 101 dorky deer things you see on youtube while in her full deer form, and the others often have to untangle her from situations she's run into when she's bolted.

Fairies:

Buttercup: Beaver fairy, and Crown's partner. The first to find a precure and help them transform. She seems to know what she's doing, but it turns out her brother knew more than she did, but she's just filling the gap. She wants to fulfil his mission now that he was caught in the forest kingdom.

Early on, she was relegated from her role as Crown's fairy partner, because Beri pointed out their connection couldn't be strong because Crown is a tree cure and Buttercup is a creature that destroys trees. She is briefly partnered with Rush, but isn't happy, and returns to Crown when Mimori wants her back, refusing to partner with anyone else.

Buttercup is something of an unconventional fairy, and the only one of the VE partner fairies that can't fly. She has a sense of humor, magically putting on a wand, wings, tiara and tutu in promise of a magical solution, only to turn around and deliver said magic by smacking the target on the head with her tail. ("You're the weirdest Tinkerbell I've ever seen.") She has a very good sense of when the cures need cheering up, and often acts to counter Beri's less considerate drive for action. At the end of the season, Mimori asks Buttercup to act as regent of the crown, and be the Queen of the forest kingdom in her stead.

Beri: A red squirrel fairy, and Rush's partner. Back in the forest kingdom, Beri worked closely with the forest guard, and is one of the most senior fairies except for Bushi. He often ends up taking over planning etc, but doesn't seem to realise the cures are young people, who have day-to-day lives on Earth they need to consider as well.

He does learn, realising that certain elements of the magic are best allowed to bloom at their own pace. He is one of the more independent fairies, often going off and doing reconnaissance by himself, although he has landed in trouble more than once by doing so.

Boo: A soft-spoken panda fairy, and Rice's partner. One of the less experienced fairies, and tends to stay out of the conversation: if it were down to him, he'd just sit around eating all day. Wants to get back to the forest kingdom to do just that. Shares Miho's curiosity for Earth.

Bark: An intelligent dog fairy, and Bell's partner. Makes full use of her ability to blend in as a regular pet to learn more about the world and do reconnaissance missions. Secretly loves all the attention and pampering she gets from Kaneko, and, surprisingly, Kaneko's mom, who is outwardly even more reserved than her daughter.

Sprout: Fawn forest fairy. Not one of the palace fairies group, but got caught up in the magical backwash of Harvest's initial attack and ended up stranded on Earth. Becomes Cure Spring.

Bushi: Buttercup's brother and leader of the forest kingdom defense forces. Lost in the forest kingdom when Harvest attacked, he is later found and released when the Precures take the kingdom back. Bushi stayed behind to hold up the defenses long enough for his sister and the others to escape.

The forest kingdom fairies are more independent and pro-active than other precure fairies in working to help save their kingdom when the cures are otherwise busy. They keep in close contact with each other, which often surprises the cures when even they don't know exactly what each other are doing.

Other Allies and important characters:

Machimachi Suzu: The familiar of a witch that lived on Earth, Suzu inherited her house and everything inside, continuing to live there after her owner passed away. On seeing the young precures, Suzu wanted to help, and that wish, and a fifth fragment of the forest crown allows her to transform into a human and use magic (cure up rappa pa!). She aids the precure by creating forest glade magical enclosures, that keep the fighting and monsters safely away from the real world. She looks after the cures, often being the responsible adult. Her role is akin to that Rosemary had.

Later on she surrenders the fifth fragment of the forest crown so the cures can get stronger, but it means Suzu will revert to being a non-magical cat. The other cures care about her so much that they refuse to let this happen permanently and find a way to restore her powers.

Ayaka: Mimori's best friend from a young age. Died before the story starts- terminal illness, not much the doctors could have done. Mimori is still mourning her, but hides it as much as she can.

When the two were young, and before Ayaka got ill, she gave Mimori an acorn she found in the forest, and said the acorn was a sign of their friendship, and how it would always grow, even if they were far away. As the story starts, Mimori is heavily into gardening, and botany, trying to get this acorn to grow. But it refuses to sprout.

Gradually, as she becomes more and more involved in precure stuff, she spends less and less time on the acorn, before she realises that she's gone too long and forgotten it altogether. Mimori rushes back to the acorn, full of fear of what has happened to it in her absence, only to find that nothing has changed at all. It hasn't sprouted.

In the final fight with Harvest, the Earth is razed, and all plant life destroyed and turned to dust. The cures use their power to get the world to grow again, and Crown later realises that the very first sprout to respond, that leaf of hope peeking through the ash, was from that acorn. It grew at last.

Kakogi Touri: Elderly gentleman who took Haru in when he found her as a suspected abandoned fawn, and then continued to look after her without question when she turned into a human child. His own family has moved on and he barely sees them anymore. He spends his time looking after the deer in the park. Named Haru for the time he discovered her. One week, the villains enact the opposite of his wish to see his family again, making all the other people in the town disappear. But Haru connects with him as family, weakening the power of the spell and allowing them to break it.

The Villains:

Harvest corp- the base of Earth operations for Harvest's minions.

Harvest: Leader and bbeg. Seeks to take things for itself: energy, objects, entire worlds. Harvest is greed manifested as a being, and all he does is devour and want more. Often stays behind the scenes, feeding off stolen things. The more we learn about Morihana (town), the more we learn how its people are defined by things they've lost.

Berni: A shapeshifting fox fairy with fire/aurora powers. Usually in human form for his work. Disgruntled former citizen of the Forest Kingdom.

Unnamed human general: Turns out to be Ayaka's dad, recruited by Harvest while he was wallowing in his grief.

(+ 1 or 2 other generals to fill out the villain roster)

Villain powers: The villains steal energy and things people want or need to fuel their monsters, delighting in the upset they create when they do so. (eg, character wants tickets to a popular show. Villain takes the rest so they become sold out, and guy can't get the gift for his daughter.) The villains are focused on greed and taking things of worth for themselves, while the cures are focused on community, nature, and growth.

The cures powers:

Different to other seasons, the cures have the ability to make peoples more unusual dreams and imagination come to life to create counter-creatures to the villains motw. One example is how a young kid wanted to be a fire hydrant- the cures powers turn him into a giant magical fire hydrant which helps fight against the enemy. The kid's delight from this powers up the precure, and enables them to purify the enemy motw. Afterwards, they nudge him towards maybe wanting to be a firefighter instead, and we see the kid happily visiting a fire station.

A spin-off of this power means that they can give, or re-active other cures wings or flight powers. To the VE precure, they can see small versions of the other cures wings when the other cures cannot (they get surprised that the Hapchar girls wings are universally there). They just need to put hands on to bring the wings out.

Part of the magic of the forest kingdom means that while Haru is in her human form, she still retains her small antlers and sticky out ears that should betray her as a fairy. But it turns out that only magic users, and precure can see the antlers. Most normal people can't. This can change if people are let into their secret identity. It does cause some anxiety when Haru first attends school.

This sort of camouflage magic also works in their cure forms- Their outfits, in particular the grassy/floral cloaks or capes can expand and cover them entirely in a pinch. They frequently evade the enemy this way.

Acorn form: Acorns are a big part of the symbolism of the VE cures (and the forest kingdom). Later on, when the VE cures start facing off against stronger enemies, when they are defeated, they poof to an acorn form, with them sleeping inside as they recover. Their fairies and friends tend to keep them safe in this form until they are able to sprout back into themselves.

Seed form: Partway through, the cures visit the forest kingdom and are turned into fairy form for the visit. Which seems to go wrong when they are turned into these seed or pea-like things. They can bounce themselves around, and talk, but are very limited in what else they can do until they revert. Afterwards, they can access this form as an intermediate stage from the acorn form, or enter it willingly to traverse a small space or something. It still takes time to regain enough energy to revert to full form though. (Although miracle light energy breaks this rule, so there is at least one all stars moment where Crown gets powered up, jumps into her fairy form, and just gets yeeted at the enemy by one of the older, more sporty cures (Bloom probs)). For just being green blobs with eyes and a hairbow, they are particularly expressive in their fairy form.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Azulaang - Azula joins the gaang early

Azulaang week @ly0nstea

Sokka: Aang, I think we should be making some plans about our future.

Aang: Okay, we can do that while I show you the giant Pai Sho table! Oh, you're gonna love the all-day echo chamber!

Toph: I think that'll have to wait.

Toph points behind herself, and the camera zooms out to show Team Avatar looking at her quizzically. Appa moves out of the way to reveal four sets of shadows, and as the camera pans up, it is revealed to belong to Zuko, Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai. Cut to a close-up of the team as they look at them with shocked expressions, which subsequently turn into anger.

Ty Lee: (In a German accent) Hello, the fearsome foursome here. (Bows)

The gang get ready to attack. Appa growls at him and licks him twice. Cut to a surprised Momo and Aang as he lowers his staff slightly.

Zuko: Hey, I heard you guys flying around down there, so, I just thought I'd wait for you here. I know you must be surprised to see us here.

Sokka: You, Not really, since you've followed us all over the world. but you three? Sort of since we don't see you that often.

Ty Lee: (Normal voice) Good to see you again too...

Sokka: Don't even think about trying to seduce me again lady, Suki is still my girl.

Ty Lee: So I've heard, but not to worry, no seduction needed, we offer our alliance to you.

Azula: And it's about time you learned some firebending.

Toph: Excuse me?!

Katara: You can't possibly think that any of us would trust you, can you? I mean, how stupid do you think we are?!

Sokka: Yeah! (Points to Zuko) all you've ever done is hunt us down and try to capture Aang! (Points to Azula) And you! You straight-up MURDERED Aang! Plus, you used Suki against me!

Zuko: We've done some good things too. I've done some good things! I mean, I could have stolen your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I set him free. That's something! Isn't it?

Toph: (To Azula) Why would you want a join us after literally just foiling our day of black sun plans. Why would you go against the person you've worked hard to protect?

Azula: One last job he had me do before defecting. Nothing personal. The reason for that is, that we four have found out some...disturbing...truths about our father.

Mai: Let's just say that he never had the fire nation's best interests at heart.

Sokka: Your genocidal race war not turning out like you hoped? What a surprise.

Ty Lee: You wouldn't believe us if we told you. We do realize that everything we've ever taught was a lie...

Katara: And what? We should feel sorry for you?

Ty Lee: I knew there was something wrong with our nation, with all the dark and corrupt auras everywhere, and at the center of it all was the fire lord, but I was too scared to speak of it. Not anymore. Everything will revert into chaos and we need to set it all straight.

Zuko: Why aren't you saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends. You know we have good in us.

Azula: You seem uneasy. Not just because of our presence but at the thought of you learning firebending, is that right? You've tried it before and it back fired. You burned someone you cared for.

Aang's fist were clutching.

Sokka: Don't listen to her Aang, she just trying to get a rise out you!

Azula: No. I'm not. I'm just informing you that we get it. Fire can be very destructive and chaotic. You do need a teacher so that your accident doesn't occur again. Whether you want to admit this or not, you do need all the help you can get. The fire lord taught us everything we know, if you thought we were formidable opponents, you haven't seen anything yet. We are not going anywhere, so if you wanna kill us all, go ahead.

[theamaranthology]

Helvetica Man (my OC) lore:

The titular character is a Dominican trans man named Max [surname to be determined] and a computer scientist and engineer.

Sentient robots have existed in his world for a generation, and Max helped to create a new technology for robot sentience (by copying human neural architecture into said new technology using new particle physics), but the attempt to implement it went wrong, and the directionality of the technology acted in reverse, converting his neural architecture and nervous system into a particle field that replicates much of the same input-and-output functions (this is sort of a simplified description).

What that means in practice is that should he be harmed in a way that he couldn't fully heal from naturally, the field will generate its own energy in place of his physical body, at the normal rate of human cell generation, and when that energy has built up to the required amount, the body part will manifest. Which is to say, he can be harmed and he stays injured until enough time passes, and then he can revert to the state encoded into that field. He has the superpower of continuing to be a human being. It isn't even an advanced healing factor, it's a regular one, and he doesn't even recover during the whole time. So he can be incapacitated as easily as any other human.

This is because Helvetica Man (🚹) is a representation of a quintessential "man". So Helvetica Man's superpower is "the power to be a human without superpowers". What I came up with for that was a power that lets him continue to be human.

One of the few unique benefits though is that inside his skull is like a galaxy instead of a brain, 'cause his whole nervous system is that particle field now, and he can survive a headshot, but like... It'll hurt and maybe knock him out from the pain, but if it doesn't, then yeah his neural functions won't be damaged.

The rest is a more in-depth explanation of his lore.

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Max is a computer scientist and engineer who works at Statuefield, a company that helped to pioneer artificial intelligence over the past decade or two. Conscious robots currently exist in his world, and are relatively new.

A lot of the technology was modeled after human neural architecture. The advent of computer sentience isn't fully understood, in much the same way a programmer may get their code to work but have no idea how they got it to work, but on a much larger and much more complex scale where many people on the team had been working on the technology in parts over years, as well as the fact the technology was emergent in nature (functioning like human brain development). Eventually they got it to work, and that original framework was used to create sentient robots.

Now new technologies are being developed to replicate human neural architecture in much more deliberate ways. Max works on a team developing one of those technologies. The technology in question is a method of engineering complex computational and mathematical processes into new fundamental particles. These particles are named Helvetica Particles, after the particle physicist who originally theorized them. Loosely analogous to mashing atoms together to create new elements, these are new bespoke particles that encode complex laws of physics into new fundamental particles. For example, a Helvetica particle could be created that interacted with different wavelengths of light in different ways that were programmed into it.

The Helvetica Particle that Statuefield was attempting to create was a copy of human neural architecture; all the particles that comprise a human mind, all the input-output behaviours collectively encoded into a particle that could be used as the basis for a new medium of robot consciousness.

It went catastrophically wrong, because when you play with physics at that level, that can happen. It wasn't quite an atom bomb (they weren't splitting atoms), but it went boom. It was called The Helvetica Scenario, and that slowed that research to an effective stop for the time being.

How his power works is complicated, but basically he exists as a Helvetica Field defined by the Helvetica Particle in his skull. The shape of the field encompasses his body. This means that although his muscle and bone are still physically present and are inside that field, the field also acts as his nervous system, allowing him to move his body still. It also uses some complex Banach-Tarsky style mathematics to generate its own energy if any flesh is missing. I described this above. The field acts as both a blueprint for - and in the shape of - his body to generate from while also acting as his nervous system for his physically extant body. It also means he can do a sort of Buggy the Clown with his limbs, within a few inches of where they ought to be relative to wherever they were severed from, but if they're out of the field entirely, then the regeneration thing kicks in eventually.

Now the thing about robot's who are thinking, feeling people being around is that some people hate the thought of there being a new way of existing. "A new way of being a person? Unnatural." (trans allegory). Now, since robots have free will, they aren't used as unpaid labour, but they absolutely are used as labour to fuel the capitalist machine, same as any other person would be. They're largely integrated into society.

The antagonist is a self-proclaimed "humanitarian" who developed robotics for human prosthetics (more with the intent of ''fixing'' people; he doesn't really care about people; the robotics he developed were the expensive kind that's more for optics, compared to assistive devices) that were subsequently used for robots. So this guy, David Sonoran, is pissed at Max for being an advocate of robots, and for being the posterchild of Helvetica, and for being the survivor of the Helvetica Scenario (of those on the team who were physically present), and for becoming sort of unkillable. The fuming ire that Sonoran felt toward Max, and his hatred for robots, once he learned about what the Helvetica Scenario did to Max, Sonoran tried to recreate it, failing several times and becoming increasingly (cruelly) focused on his goal until he succeeded.

And the story is about those two battling it out in various ways, with Sonoran trying to destroy the infrastructure that created and creates robots, and trying to kill robots while doing so, because he sees them as machines instead of people. He feels so entitled and self-righteous about "his technology" being used to "replace people" or whatever.

The story is a lot about themes of personhood and agency.

Also Helvetica Man has a love interest who is a robot. She's cool. She's also trans.

There are other people who get Helvetica powers too, but later on.

[moon-lv3r]

my blood is on my hands °.*ೃ✧˚.

🦋 category: angst, hurt/comfort

🦋 characters: fugo, giorno, trish, mista, mentioned sheila e, narancia, bucciarati

🦋 summary: in which fugo finally begins to slowly heal and move on from his past, with the help of his surviving comrades. but as he would soon learn, nothing is ever easy. maybe he should just give up?

part 1 - acceptance

part 2 - relapse

part 3 - denial

part 4 - healing

🦋 warnings: implied SA, suicide, suicidal thoughts, self harm

🦋 notes: i am feeling a lot better mentally but i will still see the story to its end and make fugo suffer similar to what i suffered 😈 its my creative and i choose to torture my favourite character of the day

Fugo felt violated by words. Suddenly, he returned to being a child. His personal space violated.

Suddenly, it was like he returned to those days. His professor’s hands all over his small body. All over the places it should not be. Fugo felt dirty. Like it was all his fault.

Now, the man was smiling before him. As if nothing of the sort had ever transpired between them. All Fugo could feel was disgust.

His body felt dirty.

The professor was engaging in a normal conversation as though nothing had happened. In fact, he was trying to invite Fugo back to his place, to catch up. Horrible. Fugo’s fingers began to tremble. His breathing grew ragged. The world felt as though it was spinning.

He could hear his heartbeat. It was loud. He could not stand it. What was wrong with him?

Words failed to leave his mouth. His mind failed to work.

He could do nothing.

He could do nothing as his fingers trembled, carrying the plastic bags of snacks. He could do nothing as sweat beads formed on his forehead, dripping down his frozen expression.

All he could do was shake. Trembling as his body remains unmoving.

The next thing he knew, the professor was dragging him by the arm. He was trying to get Fugo to some place, to do god knows what. It was like a repeat of the past again.

Fugo did the only thing he knew. His fist connected to the cheek of his former professor. It wasn’t enough, so Fugo got ready for another attack. His eyes saw blood, so he hadn’t realised that he summoned Purple Haze.

He was so badly triggered, blinded by anger, the anxiety he was feeling earlier replaced by a tsunami of rage. He was ready to end the professor.

Why did he have to be the victim over and over? Why did he have to be touched? Why did he have to be violated? Why did he have to be used? Why did he have to be molested?

Why did it have to be him?

What had he done to deserve it all?

Purple Haze was close to losing control of itself.

Fugo was slowly losing his mind.

All of the self control he had practised was soon fading away into nothing.

Soon, he would revert back to the violent little guy.

“Gold Experience!” The familiar and comforting voice sounded nonexistent to him. His eyes blind to the sight before him. The way Giorno punched the professor with his bare fists. Shouts were exchanged. Giorno gave no chance for the professor to fight back. Gold Experience held Purple Haze back. Giorno was the only one immune to Purple Haze’s toxins.

Fugo didn’t even realise that Giorno drove him home in Fugo’s car.

Mista’s enthusiasm was gone when he saw the blank expression on Fugo’s face. They were supposed to watch a movie. They were supposed to watch a slasher film.

It was supposed to be a fun and simple day. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Fugo was escorted back into his room for some alone time. Giorno filled in the others on what had happened. The protective rage that washed over Mista was no joke. Fugo was the final member of the original Passione team that Mista had left. Fugo was like his last surviving brother, he wasn’t going to let any man just ruin his little brother like that. Mista knew Fugo could defend himself, but Mista wanted to fight with him too.

Trish watched as Fugo’s shadow disappeared into his room, the sound of the door being slammed shut and locked. Why does nobody in Passione have a normal life? Sure being in the mafia at such a young age wasn’t normal, but surely someone had to have a normal reason.

They were all just teenagers trying to navigate their way through life. Yet they experienced crazier things that no normal adult would ever have to go through in their lifetime.

How many adults have been kicked out of home after being molested? How many adults have an absent parent? Or one that abused the living daylights out of them? How many adults grew up without a father only for the same man to kill them? Trish was lucky that she was saved in time.

How many unfortunate souls remain victims to their unlucky circumstances?

Her heart ached whenever thoughts like these flashed through her mind.

Giorno looked down on the floor with worry as he sat on the couch. The television screen captured all of their worried faces. Their reflections as clear as day. Mista grunted in frustration as he leaned back.

“Where is that man now?” Mista asked.

Giorno shrugged, “I wish I knew. I wanted to do more but… Fugo seemed to be struggling.”

“Do you think we should book another appointment for Fugo?” Trish asked.

Giorno shrugged once again, “I don’t want to force Fugo to do anything. He seems like he needs some time to himself.”

Suddenly, Mista got up. “Yeah we should just hunt down that bastard! Slaughter that pig! Fucking asshole!”

The Pistols seemed to share the same anger as Mista, as all six of them chanted in unison.

They were discussing what they wanted to do. Giorno was the only one who thought of what Fugo himself would want. Giorno will respect whatever decision Fugo came to. He wanted Fugo to get better, not spiralling somewhere no hand can ever reach.

Behind the locked door of Fugo’s room, was the figure of Pannacotta Fugo, laying down on the floor. His eyes glued to the ceiling. The only thoughts behind those eyes were memories.

He was being haunted.

Chased down.

Like a wanted criminal.

He wanted nothing.

But to be free.

Just a taste of freedom.

Free from his mind.

Trauma.

Feelings.

Suicidal thoughts.

He just wanted to be normal.

Live a decent life.

One that he could live with ease.

One he can live by serving Giorno and being with what was left of his former family. His Passione family.

Why did that have to be such a challenge?

Sometimes he forgot that he was just a teenage boy. He was just trying to live. Goddamn professor. Memories of every touch sent shivers down his spine. His body shuddered at every thought. Goosebumps appeared everywhere the more he thought about it. He felt as though he could see the handprints that his professor left behind.

Dirty, dirty boy.

He could never wash it off.

It was once a part of him.

Inside… it was…

He will never be free.

Dirty, filthy, disgusting boy.

Not a single part of his skin was clean. Everywhere was corrupted. Pannacotta Fugo was a corrupted boy. Inside and out. Mental and physical scars haunted him.

Of course he could never be free.

He had been lying to himself all along.

He wondered how would Bucciarati feel, seeing Fugo now. Pathetic. Fugo, pathetic.

Useless.

Pointless.

Stupid.

Dirty.

Corrupted.

Used.

Please just die…

Maybe he should… He was sure that Narancia would have been able to live a more fruitful life. One that was way happier than Fugo’s was. So why was he kept alive? Narancia would have served a purpose, he was not corrupted. Narancia was pure. Fugo was the opposite of everything that Narancia represented.

Fugo was Yin, Narancia was Yang.

That stupid orange… Fugo missed his joy. Fugo could never carry the same amount of joy with him ever since Narancia was gone. The place where laughter originated from had disappeared, how could Fugo ever feel the same amount of happiness? He missed the days when they had missions together and they would just shout and fight each other, and their enemies at the same time.

The old days.

Perhaps if Fugo had went… Narancia would be alive.

Death.

What a wonderfully morbid thing.

It does an amazing job at picking the wrong ones to go. There was so many people that deserved it more than those that it took.

Why not Fugo?

Why not him?

What did he do that made him less deserving of death?

Did death not want him as well?

Pathetic. He was indeed.

The ceiling seemed like it was chanting away at him… The ceiling… He looked away… He was laying down on his carpet… It was a new carpet, his previous one was gone because of the bloodstains.

His arms still had scars…

Of course… It was never too late for a new canvas. It will work out this time. He will paint his very own breathtaking artwork. His very own deadly piece.

He shall be the centre of it.

It was about him.

He just needed one thing. One sharp thing. So that he would get the paint out. It was a simple painting. A canva that would blow the minds of many.

A pointless story told in the form of death.

A tragedy transformed into a piece of colour for many pairs of eyes to view. To interpret.

The very first eyes to have the unfortunate luck of seeing him in his final state… He hoped that it would not be Giorno. He did not deserve to see such art.

Everything Fugo touched, Fugo ruined. He was now going to ruin himself. Self mutilation seemed so natural. So normal…

Hurt was all he knew. Pain was all that was taught to him. Of course he turned out this way, what was anyone expecting from him?

He had the blade in his hand… Scissors…

One hard slice down his wrist… blood came flowing out… His very first stroke. One stroke was not enough to make the perfect painting.

He needed more. Strokes after strokes. His energy felt drained. He was using so much strength for each strokes. Ensuring that it was deep enough, to really feel it. So that everyone can feel it. The meaning, the life, the reasoning. So that they can feel it down to their very core… Layering was needed too, so that people can feel it down to their core… He needed to get to his core as well.

To get the feelings all out. To show everyone just what it was that he felt deep down. To let everything spill out.

The feeling of being soaked in his own blood felt disgusting. He was disgusting. That’s why he was doing all of this.

His lifeless eyes watched as blood poured from his wrist and arm. He was going to do more… more…

He wondered if he could try and cut his own bone. The pain was enough for him to ignore. He just hoped that Mista would not be too upset about having to replace another carpet…

And a friend.

His hand slowly lost the energy to hold the sharp object, his eyes slowly closed. Was that the end of the road for him? It seems so.

Time slowly ticked by as the people downstairs remained unaware of the bloody scene that happened above them. It was going to be dinner time soon.

Trish decided to be the one to call Fugo for dinner. She never really talked much with him, but she still wanted to show that she at least did care. Maybe this could be the start of their friendship.

Sheila E had been away on a mission for awhile now, it was an overseas one. That made Trish the only girl for a while. Trish had heard things about Fugo from Sheila, some good, some bad. Trish still wanted to explore it for herself.

Slowly, she brought herself upstairs. Her soft hands gently twist the doorknob. The sound of the door creaking open was the least of her worries as she thought of how she was going to ask Giorno to hire someone to fix it.

The scene of Fugo laying in a pool of his own blood… His right arm was cut and bleeding. A wound so deep that she swore she could see bone. His wrist so violently slit like he had been attacked by a stranger. The smell of it attacked her nose as she froze. Her eyes fixated on the mess before her.

Before she let out a bloodcurdling scream, allowing for Giorno and Mista to also happen upon the scene.

Were they too late?