#he knows he could crush the hero like an insect but he loves his baby boy and wants his baby to be happy

[thecryptidart1st]

idk how I went from watching the Shred Force pilot to making my own OC where they’re an immortal star being with a intergalactic world conquering father who adores them, but all i do know is that it haunted me all day yesterday at work

[beeindaclouds]

What babysitting Children!DSMP is like

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers

Requests are OPEN

❝ Dream ❞

Disregarding the now Dream

He's the shy kid that's scared of everything

He needs to be near you 24/7 or he will cry, especially during nap time

His favourite toy is probably any type of stuffed animals

If you take him on the playground he'll drag you with him, he ain't going on the slides alone

But other than that he's a very sweet kid who has a very big crush for his kind babysitter

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He is chaotic

Has the most energy out of all of them

Loves to play tag and heroes and any type of game that involves running

But when he tires out he'll come crawling to you and ask to be cuddled

You know those kids that have the confidence of saying that they want to marry you? Yeah, that's him

The only other time where he's gentle, other than nap time, is when he is playing with pets; especially cats

❝ Sapnap ❞

He's an inbetweener

One moment he's all shy and blushy and the other he's high on sugar

I 100% think he has cute fluffy cheeks that you love to play with, and he'll just let you because he's being smuttered in love by the very pretty babysitter

Whenever you go at the park he'll run around collecting flowers and bringing them to you

He gets so shy around new kids and hides behind you legs whenever they are around

He'll sometimes peek from the side when he gets curious

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He's the "older brother" of the kids

Always ready to help his friends and play with them

But with you it's a whole other story

He acts all childish and needy and cute

100% is that one boy who would play with the kitchen set and be made fun of from some other kids because it's "for girls"

He'll keep everything in and later come cry to you about it, he doesn't want to cry in front of the other kids that look up to him

And you of course reassure him that he can do whatever he wants and not care about those stupid comments

❝ Skeppy ❞

A menace istg

He's the chaotic one

Also the one who hurts himself the most

Because he is so reckless he'll usually run around making chaos and then fall right on his face

Has many plasters all around his body and you need to always have some in your pockets

The only time he calms down is when he sleeps, but even then he'll sometimes move and kick around a lot

❝ Quackity ❞

Hehe ipad kid hehe

He's the menace 2.0

Always teasing every other kid for fun

He loves car toys, so he'll zoom around with it while making car noises

But when you read him stories he's all calm and quiet and will actually hit anybody who tries to interrupt the moment

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

You thought Dream was needy?

Hahahah, have you met baby Karl?

He is stuck to you like glue. If you can't pick him up he'll koala style grab onto your leg and you are obligated to walk around like that

Constantly wants attention from you and will actually start crying if he doesn't get it

The only way to distract him is with cartoons

He also loves to sleep in a sea of stuffed plushies

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

...he ate sand as a kid, what do you expect-

He's the troublemaker of the group, constantly doing things that could get him hurt or even worse

He once tried to steal a cookie form your cookie jar but even with the chair he could not reach it, so he did the most "logical" thing and balanced a few boxes on the chair to be "taller"

Needless to say that he almost fell and seriously hurt himself

100% is the type to catch random insects

❝ C!Philza ❞

Phil matured a lot as an adult, but as a kid? HAH

You have a kid with wings to babysit, good luck

Especially after he learns how to fly, he'll be floating around the house and out of your reach just to mess with you

If you put on music he'll sit down to listen and dance to it, so hey you have a distraction :D

He can only sleep in a little nest of pillows and blankets, because he likes to be warm and cozy

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

Ok, Imagine with me, tiny piglin Techno in a boat :D

And he runs around with a box crown, a blanket cape and a toy sword that you made him

He's also the kid that promises to protect you at a very young age and then actually grows up to be your protector

Everytime you're wearing something gold he'll stare at it and then start playing with it

Also he has a tail, and it wags whenever he's happy, period.

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's the older sister of the group, the little girl who was never afraid of anything

I feel like she wasn't that girly at first but then she grew up into being a bit feminine

She's pretty mature for her age, she knows when to have fun and when to be calm

Loves when you cook stuff for her

You two play house so much that you are now platonically married

You have to braid her hair, she likes when you do it

❝ Eret ❞

I feel like they're the quiet one

They don't cause any chaos, always polite and kind to everyone, just loves to be left alone in they're little space

Really likes anything shiny, especially gems

So if you wear earrings or necklaces, any type of jewelry that is shiny, they will stare at it for hours

Glitter it's their favourite thing. Ever.

They're the kid that rarely smiles, and when they do it hits everybodys heart

❝ Punz ❞

He's a bit like Dream

Very shy and quiet

But he'll get comfortable, and when he does oh boy...

Sonic 2.0, just runs around everywhere

He's definitely the kid that picks on someone jokingly but if they start crying he'll feel bad and comfort them

❝ Foolish ❞

Adorable little kid

Does have a lot of energy tho, he's always high on sugar lol

Loves to play any sports that involves a ball

Also loves to get your attention, just cause

He likes to make flower crowns and then puts it on your head

But he has to put it on you or he will not be satisfied

[fe-husband-heaven]

Need - Grima/Reader

Summary: Grima entertains the idea of creating a spawn.

18+

(Not a full on lemon but its Grima so-)

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He wanted one.

One of those infantile creatures that run amok tearing at his robes, begging for him to play the games they desire.

Quite manipulative beings, they produce tears as their final resort when they're met with a resounding "No.", and were he not the Fell Dragon, he might have relented to such a pathetic display.

But he is the Fell Dragon, so the little ones were grabbed by the scruff of their necks and placed aside, frowning when their ploys did not work.

He didn't know why they flocked to him, the children of the order, but he found that he did not hate them. They were the more tolerable of the beings who he encountered there, they were in their least nefarious forms. Creatures that had yet to morph into the selfish beings he was so used to dealing with.

Speaking of the tolerable, his own Summoner was among those he didn't immediately want to turn to ash.

Grima watched as they spun the young manakete who went by "Fae" in the air, the squeals of excitement the child gave off coursed through the halls, and to Grima's sensitive hearing, quickly became a source of annoyance.

Sensing the dragon's growing impatience, you knelt to set Fae down, and gave her a light guiding push to run along. She spotted Kana running by clutching his dragonstone and scampered off, likely to cajole him into a game of catch.

Grima's frown slowly ironed out as he focused in on your face, you were smiling fondly as the two kids disappeared down the hall excitedly, he stared at your lips longer than necessary.

You were so infuriating.

He recalls when he first met you, pulled from his world in a wisp of white smoke, he smile maniacally of having another world to destroy. You were the first creature he happened upon, you merely stared at him, the little princeling of the realm stood warily watching, a hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it if necessary.

Grima laughed at the sight of him before turning to you.

And he growled, he could sense no fear, no terror from you, you're an insect, you should be begging him not to crush you beneath his boot.

Perhaps you needed incentive, he could admit that the pathetic human he'd stripped this vessel from wasn't anywhere near his level of intimidating. So his other form appeared behind him, and to his confusion, your eyes shown with intrigue rather than trepidation.

Letting out a mighty roar, his other form snapped it's head towards you, it's eyes were bigger than you, and the red glow that radiated off of them was eerie. Grima made an enemy of you when you reached your hand out and scratched under his other forms jaw.

If he could, he'd crush the skull of his old self, how dare he threaten you...

When he looks back on it now, he wasted time. Avoiding you, cursing your presence, and lumping you in the same group as those other worms; Grima wants to destroy a town or two when he thinks about how much time he hadn't spent having you at his side.

He doesn't remember when your presence began to become intoxicating. Maybe it was your complete disregard for his power when you would find him and settle for a nap in his presence, or maybe it was a subtle build up with all of your fretting and constant insistence that he eat and sleep properly.

At that time, he had taken it as you having the audacity to look down at him, now it was just his human showing affection. Regardless, it wasn't too long after coming to terms that he wanted you that he moved into your quarters for good.

He found that sleep came much easier in your bed.

Sleeping beside the one he decided belonged to him was something he relished but the effects of sleep quickly became Grima's greatest adversary.

Dreams, accursed things, they plagued him. And when you were added to the mix, the nature of those dreams rapidly changed into primal desires.

He wanted you.

Grima wanted to possess your body, and he wanted to mark it as his. He wanted to leave evidence of his presence on your neck, yearning to slam himself inside of you and grin with glee as you gave in to his touch. Listening to the lewd squelch of you clenching around him, and committing to memory the sound of adorable pleas begging him to slow down or you wouldn't last long.

He wanted to bruise your lips with his own before he filled your mouth, burning into his mind the image of you struggling to take him. He wanted to spill his seed past your warm tongue and watch as driblets of cum escaped past your lips and ran down your chin, then he wanted to punish you for it.

But he also wanted a baby.

"I could give you one."

Your smile ebbed away, and you blinked at his statement. Slowly rising from where you knelt, you wiped your hands on your coat before turning to him.

"Give me what?"

"A child."

Your brows rose in surprise before you searched his face, more curious than shocked as to where that came from.

"A kid? What brought this on?"

He didn't answer you, or at least, not your question. Instead, he opted to offer one of his own.

"Would you like one?"

You noted that he dismissed your curiosity, which you knew meant that he was hiding something from you.

So you stared at him, normally, that would get him to growl and begrudgingly tell you what was eating at him, but this time, he frowned and his eyes were radiating betrayal.

"You don't want one."

It was a statement, he thought you didn't want a child with him...He looked dejected, well, as much as Grima would allow you to see. You quickly went to quelling that worry however, he gets prickly when he thinks you don't love him as much as he loves you.

"That's not it."

You sigh and step closer to him, gently, you snaked your arms around his neck in a hug before letting a hand rise to his ruffled hair, carding through white strands carefully so as to not catch on a knot.

"It's not a no. It's a not yet."

You felt Grima relax in your embrace a little before he lowered his head to bury his face in your neck. He had a habit of doing that, you didn't suspect anything other than wanting to be close at first, but the deep inhale he always took had you curious.

He'd never told you, but he likes your scent. Grima found it calming but he preferred it most when it mixed with his own. Whenever he found his scent wasn't on you, he made sure to remedy that with a couple marks on your neck.

He took his routine inhale and sighed softly, satisfied that you smelled enough like him.

"I don't want to bring a kid in while we're still dealing with all this garbage."

By "this garbage", you meant the unending problems of the Order of Heroes. It was always one villain to the next, without rest. You felt him shift a little and turn his head to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

"I could get rid of them for you. Everyone. All you have to do is ask it of me."

He'd made offers like this plenty of times before, offering to free you of your problems by decimating everything in existence. If there were no order of heroes, then you would have nothing to have to protect. If he destroyed your enemies, then no one would take away your time with him.

His power is the one equalizer. He'd be free to take you with him and keep you at his side forever. He'd destroy the realms for you.

But you never took those propositions up, humming, you patted his head comfortingly, knowing he wasn't going to like your answer.

"Hmm,that wouldn't be very nice."

He huffed, and for a brief moment, contemplated simply stealing you away. He'd leave all these other insects behind and run off with you, regardless of what you said. He wouldn't have to wait and he could rule his realm with you.

But the prospect was cast aside quickly. You would come to hate him, loathe him for stifling your freedom, and that was something Grima would not allow to him.

You weren't allowed to hate him. Grima nearly growled at the way his heart stung at the idea, this body was sensitive to emotions, and it annoyed him greatly.

You pulled away from the hug just enough to look at him, he was frowning, and you tried not to laugh. He looked like he was pouting. You reached up and held his face in your hand, smiling reassuringly.

"But I promise, once our work is done, we can run away and have as many kids as we want. Until then, we have to work hard, okay?"

Grima didn't answer, choosing instead to meld your lips together in a kiss. He doesn't know why but he felt elated at your use of "we", it meant you wanted a little one as well. Not to mention you planned on doing your part to ensure he could have you to himself in the future, his heart pounded disgustingly at a mutual relationship where he wasn't being used.

Grima thought back to your question earlier, asking him his reasons for wanting a spawn. He's going to keep those motives to himself for eternity. No matter what dimension, he'd never admit to wanting to tie you to him through a child.

A deep seeded distrust in humans still hasn't faded, and every once in a while, it would rear its ugly head and fill him with the idea that you might change your mind one day. A baby would keep you bonded to him forever, you would have less incentive to leave him.

Or..that's how this entire affair had started, but now, he just wanted one to call his and yours. Proof of your bond and the next step in your relationship, standing side by side as equals.

"Ewww!!"

You pulled away abruptly and Grima internally snarled. Turning to look to your right, you found Kana and Fae. Kana making a face and Fae giggling behind her hands.

Kana ran up to you and hugged at your waist, "Bleh, grown ups do that too much. Come play with us instead!"

You laughed, clearly he must have been fed up with his own parents lovey dovey-ness. Grima made a face, still annoyed, and he glared down when he felt something attach itself to his leg.

Fae smiled up at him,

"Yeah! We wanna play hide and seek! But we wanna play with you too! Preeeeeetty please?"

Grima felt his face scrunch up, Fae's smile was too bright. He turned to look at you, and found you smiling at him encouragingly as you pet Kana's hair, who was waiting with anticipation on his answer.

Turning to look back down at Fae, he sighed and picked her up gently.

"Fine."

Fae squealed a "Yay" in his ear and pointed for him to head further down the hall, the best place to play. You laughed at his begrudging nature but didn't fail to notice the way the tips of his mouth tilted up just a fraction into a smile.

"Looks like you'll just have to settle for this for a little longer."

Grima's lips curled into a smirk, he'd show you. Show you just how great a father the Fell Dragon could be, and how he'd surpass all of these worthless mortals when it came to parenthood.

It wouldn't be for a couple of years before Grima was finally given the privilege of holding his child in his arms, who with the strength of a dragon (Baby nearly turned him bald when it grabbed a hold of his hair), warmed his heart in the same manner you had.

[olivia200312]

The Bite (Leo x Reader One Shot)

It was an peaceful and quite night in New York. Stars shined beautiful and the moon was full. There was an girl called Y/N. She was beautiful. She was also an strong girl and was training to become an kunoichi. Being an kunoichi was very hard. Luckily, she wasn't alone to train.

But that was an secret of hers. She has friends that were mutants. Mutants that were strong and were ninja heroes. The turtles. They were brothers and there are four of them. There's Leonardo or Leo for short. He was the leader of the brothers and was the oldest. He had blue bandana and has beautiful blue eyes like sapphire ocean.

There's Rapheal or Raph. He was second oldest of the brothers. He has hot tempers and anger issues. He wears red bandana and has green eyes.

There's Donatello or Donnie. He was very smart. He wears an purple bandana and has red brownish eyes. He was kind and calm. He also has an crush on April, who's Y/N's best friend. Y/N wants Donnie to finally confess his love feelings towards her.

And the last one was Michalengelo or Mikey. He was the youngest. He was super kind and has an big heart. He wears an orange bandana and has baby blue eyes.

Y/N was now walking home. She just hung out with F/N. Y/N wasn't scared to go alone at nights. She remembers how the evil robots called the Kraang tried to kiddnap her one night and that's when the turtles showed up. They saved her life. They knew that she wouldn't be safe since the Kraang and other dangerous mutants are after her. Especially the Shredder.

That's when Splinter or Sensei asked Y/N if she's intrested to become an kunoichi so that she'll knows how to protect herself. She accepted the offer and she trained.

She became very close to Leo. Leo was calm and loves to have peace and quiet. He loves to meditate a lot like in the dojo or in his room. Y/N remembers how he talked non-stop to her about Space Heroes. Y/N giggles how Leo acted cute. She has an secret crush on Leo. But what she doesn't know was that Leo is in love as well with her.

Y/N was just walking home until she heard an weird buzzing sound of an building. She wanted to ignore it but curiousty stopped her from going on. She decided to check it out. Maybe the Kraang was planning something again? If they did, then Y/N can contact the turtles and tell them information.

She went inside slowly and that's when she noticed weird stuff. There were some Kraang robots on the floor and even one on the table but... destroyed. Y/N saw middle big bite marks on each Kraang. Something attacked them. But what? Y/N then saw posters of insects. Weird. Were the Kraang doing tests on a insect? Where was the insect now? Did it escaped? Oh god... not good! It may be mutated and cause more trouble!

She took out her T-Phone and was about to call the turtles but then an buzzing sound knocked the T-Phone out of her hand. Y/N looked around in a panic and that's when she saw an mutated insect. It came out of the shadows and it was... an Dazen fly! It was mutated and that's why it was big!

Y/N looks at the mutated Dazen fly in horror. It flew right at her and picked up an fight with her. Y/N immediatly got her weapon out and it was an W/C. Y/N vs Dazen fly.

Y/N was fighting the best as she could but... nothing. She tried to find any weaknesses but the Dazen fly was just so fast! She tried to distract it but nothing as well.

Y/N was distracted and that's when... she felt it. It bit her! The pain was strong and hard! Y/N yelped in pain and she managed to kill the Dazen fly. She watched as it landed on the ground, dead. She panted. It was an hard fight. She looked the bite and it... looked gross. She wrapped bandages around the wound so it was covered. She hopes that no one will see it so she pulled the sleeve of her pants down.

She felt... weird inside.She twitched for small seconds but then she snapped awake. She then... saw an egg. So the Dazen fly that Y/N killed was an female. Maybe that explains why the Dazen was aggressive. The mom tried to protect her egg.

She decided to bring it to the lair. Maybe Donnie can do some tests on it. She picked it up very carefully. Very odd... Then Y/N held it close to her. Now it's very strange. She decided to bring the egg to her place. Something tells her that she needs to protect the egg. She didn't went to the lair but to her home.

An week later~

An week later went by. Y/N was acting very strange. Strange then before. She never came to the lair and ignored calls of her friends. She also didn't even called. How odd... The turtles, Splinter, April and Casey noticed how strange she acted. They tried talking to her, but nothing.

Leo was worried the most. He doesn't want to lose her. What happened to her? Why was she ignoring everyone? Leo asked Donnie about it too since he's smart. But Donnie doesn't know either. He did noticed how Y/N was acting weird and odd.

Splinter, April and Cassy didn't know what's happening with Y/N either. Even if they tried to talk to her, she would still ignore them. All of them.

Splinter decided to tell turtles to go to Y/N's place to check if she's ok. The turtles agreed.

At Y/N's place~

The turtles arrived at the place. Y/N had an balcony as well because she lives in an apartment. The turtles stood on her balcony. They hoped that Y/N was ok. What if she was really kidnapped? Like by the Kraang or Shredder? They hoped not. Shredder is one of the most dangerous enemies and very hard to defeat and handle. Shredder almost killed Leo one day when the Kraang mutated whole city. Leo was busy bringing others to safety. Including Y/N. He tried to safe Splinter as well but Shredder won and threw Hamato Yoshi into the well. Leo tried to defeat Shredder by his own but he brutally attacked Leo and knocked him into an coma for three months.

Y/N was so worried that he wouldn't wake up. But Leo would never leave his loved ones behind.

Back to the story, Leo peeked through the window to see if Y/N was inside and she was there! But... she was sitting on the floor on her knees and staring... to an egg? How odd... Leo got an weird feeling inside that Y/N wasn't herself.

Leo gasps quietly in shock once he saw Y/N staring to an egg.

His brothers heard and looked curious what Leo was seeing.

"Leo, what do you see?" It was Donnie who asked.

Leo looks at his brothers. "I see Y/N. She's there. But she's on her knees and is staring to an egg."

Once Leo said that, the brothers looked shocked. Leo was excacly like that when he got stung by an Parasite Wasp. It brainwashed him to protect the egg. If Leo bit someone, then the person was infected as well.

Raph groans. "Don't tell me that there's another wasp to handle."

"Leo, check closely if you see any bites," Donnie said.

Leo nodds and peeks again. Y/N was still there, not moving at all. Leo was getting worried. He started to search on Y/N's body for any signs of bites. He didn't saw anything. Well, he has no idea that Y/N had an bite mark, but it was covered by her sleeve pants.

Leo looks back at Donnie. "I don't see any bite marks."

"Dude, maybe she's covering it," Mikey said.

"Maybe."

"So what do we do do, fearless?" Raph asked, crossing his arms and waiting to do some action.

"We must try to find the spot where she got bit. We need also to try get that egg and destroy it before something bad happens," Leo explained with an serious tone.

"What if Y/N got bit by the same wasp that stung Leo?!" Mikey panics.

Raph got a bit pissed and hit Mikey behind his head with his hand, causing Mikey to say "ouch!"

"Calm down, Doctor Einstein! We don't know it yet!"

Mikey only groans annoyed and rubs his head where Raph bit him.

"Enough, guys. Let's do this," Leo said in a serious tone.

Leo looks back at Y/N's window and gets his small knife out. He uses it to open windows or other stuff. His brothers took his weapons out because they never know what will come. Once Leo managed to open the window, he puts his small knife away and went quietly inside. He gave his brothers an sign to wait. Leo wasn't holding his katanas.

Leo goes inside carefully and looks around. He sees Y/N still not moving from her spot. "Y/N?" He tries to get her attention.

No answer.

Leo said her name again. But still no answer. Leo got no patience left and walks towards her. "Alright, Y/N. This is enough." He placed her dark green hand on her shoulder.

Y/N snapped awake, grabbed his wrist and throws him full forces to the wall.

Leo was very surprised by her action. He finds it strange because her eyes were closed. What in the shell was happening?

Leo stands up. "Y/N, come on. Why di you do that? What's wrong?"

Leo then gaps in shock. Y/N opened her eyes and they were... full black. He could see white pupils in it. Y/N looks like Golden Freddy from Five Nights at Freddy's; But she looks more scary and creepy with it.

Y/N glares evily at Leo. She then opened her mouth and hissed. There was some saliva coming out of her mouth. Gross.

Leo was more surprised when he heard her hissing at him. Was she bit or stung by an insect? Leo remembers very clearly that when he got bstung by the parasite Wasp, he acted starnge, has full black eyes, did hissed and even saliva came out of his mouth as well. Was Y/N stung by an Parasite Wasp. No, it can't be...

"Y/N, what happened to you? You're not yourself." Leo came carefully closer.

Y/N got her W/C out in an very threathing way. Leo stopped in his tracks. But he was shocked once he heard someone speak.

"Stay away from us." It was Y/N's voice! But it wasn't her normal voice. It was deeper and scarier. Mikey sure will get nightmares from that.

"Us? Who's us, Y/N?" Leo asked, while trying to get more information from her. If he can get more infomation from her, then leo can tell everything to Donnie. Then Donnie can maybe even make the cure!

Y/N didn't said anything but instead she attacked Leo with an deep growl and hisses at him.

Leo quickly got his katanas out and his weapons slashed (or clashed) against hers, stopping her from attacking him. It was bad. Very bad.

"Y/N, snap out of it!" Leo said, trying to wake Y/N up.

But Y/N wasn't listening to her at all. Her mind was in completely control of the virus that the Dazen fly bit her.

"Guys, I need help!" Leo called out to his brothers.

Raph, Donnie and Mikey heard Leo's call and immediatly came in. They were shocked to see Y/N's appearance and behaviour.

Raph and Mikey immediatly held Y/N back while Donnie took the egg. Leo was panting.

Y/N was struggling very hard. She was trying to free herself, especially when she saw Donnie touching the egg. She couldn(t let the egg die. Never!

"What are we gonna do?! Y/N is infected!" Mikey said in a panic voice while holding Y/N tight.

"Let's take the egg and Y/N to the lair. Donnie can make the cure," Leo said.

"Oh shell no! We are not gonna have another insects in our lair like what happened with the Parasites Wasps!" Raph said in a furious tone.

"We have to!"

The turtles argued for a while and finally they took Y/N and the egg to their lair. Mikey had to tie Y/N up with his nunchuck's since the rope won't hold Y/N easily. Leo tried to talk to Y/N, trying to wake her up from the virus. But sadly, it doesn't work. Y/N only growled and hissed at Leo and his brothers.

Donnie was on his computer, trying to look for information about why Y/N was acting this way. Yes, they had no idea that Y/N got bit.

"Did you find anything, Donnie?" Leo said.

Donnie sighs. "No."

That's when Donnie realised something. "Wait... we didn't checked Y/N's body to see if she has any signs of bites!"

Raph, Mikey and Leo started to search. Y/N was growling and hissing very aggressive. Leo then pulled the sleeve pants up and that's when they saw the bandages.

"Pull the bandages off," Donnie said.

Leo did what Donnie asked and everyone gasps in shock. Raph and Mikey even gagged in disgust. The bite looked very gross. Donnie then realised that it was an insect bite. He immediatly turned back to his computer and searched. He then finally found what he wa looking for.

"Guys, come quick!" Donnie called.

Leo, Raph and Mikey rushed to Donnie's side and they all looked to the screen. They saw an fly.

"What's that?" Mikey asked.

"It's an Dazen fly. It was mutated and it bit Y/N. These bites are very painful if you get bit by them," Donnie explained.

"What has it to do with Y/N?" Raph asked.

Donnie types on his computer and showed more photos of the Dazen fly. "It's bad. The fly that bit Y/N gave her an virus. It controls her mind to protect the egg and herself. If the babies come out, then the whole city could be in danger!"

"Then how can we save her, Donnie?" Leo asked in a serious tone.

Donnie sighs. "... I don't know yet. But I'll try to find and make one fast before it is too late."

That's when the turtles looked at Y/N, who was hissing, struggling and growling at them. She really wants to be free to protect the egg.

Later~

"Donnie, is it done yet?! We have trouble keeping Y/N down!" Raph said in a furious tone.

Mikey and Leo are having trouble as well.

"I'm trying my best, Raph!" Donnie shouted while working fast.

That's when Donnie realised something on his computer and looks fast at the screen. His eyes went wide open in horror and shock. "Guys?"

"What is it?" Leo said.

The others are listeing as well, hoping that Donnie has some good news. Sadly, no good news.

"It says that once the victim feels threatened or sees someone else close to the egg, then victim becomes stronger."

"Oh no... then it means..." Mikey wanted to finish, but there's then an noise.

The turtles snapped their heads to Y/N to see what's going on. To their horror, Y/N managed to get free! Donnie was right! The turtles were about to grab her, but Y/N did something very surprising. Y/N got gross green-yellow slimes out of nowhere and threw it to the turtles. It hit Raph and Mikey, causing them to flew towards the wall and got stuck! No kidding!

"Raph! Mikey!" Leo said in horror.

Raph and Mikey tried to free themselves, but no use.

"We need to get that egg!" Donnie said loud in a panic.

But that's when Donnie got hit by the slimes that Y/N threw, cusing him to get stuck as well. No good...

"Donnie!"

"Leo, get the egg and make the serum! The instructions is on the computer screen!"

Leo only nodds and looks back at Y/N, but she was... gone. She was gone with the egg. Not good. Leo took an deep breath and he left Donnie's lab, to look for Y/N and the egg.

Later~

Leo was looking for Y/N in a long time. His brothers are stuck and they tried to free themselves. But nothing. Nothing was working. Leo was the only hope left to save Y/N.

Leo badly wants to save Y/N. He needs to get that egg to save Y/N.

Leo was about to head back to the lab until...

*CRASH*

Leo rushed towards the sound and... he saw her.

Y/N was glaring at Leo evily. The egg was behind her on the table. The egg was going to hatch soon and this was very bad news.

Leo didn't got his katanas out. He has an idea and hopes it will work. "Y/N, I don't want to fight you."

Y/N only growled and attacked him.

Leo only held her off, blocking her every attack. Even her slimes. If he gets stuck, then it's game over. He can see that Y/N was angry that she didn't managed to hurt Leo. Once Leo saw Y/N distracted, he pins her against the wall. He holds her wrists above her head. He trapped her and he maked sure that his legs locked hers so she can't kick.

Y/N got angry then ever and she tries to free herself. Leo needs to be careful so Y/N doesn't escape.

That's when Leo smashes his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. He feels Y/N stop struggling and... she kisses him back!

He then pulls away and he saw Y/N back to normal! It seems like love's kiss worked on her!

"W-What happened?" Y/N asked.

Leo was surprised to hear that. It seems like she doesn't remember what happened. Leo explains everything to her. She was very shocked to hear what and how she acted and did things. Gosh...

Later~

Eevrything was now back to normal! Leo and Y/N freed others and they destroyed the egg. Everything was now back to normal like it should be. Everyone was happy to see Y/N back to normal.

Y/N sneaks into the dojo and sees Leo on the floor, meditating. Y/N smiles and has an idea. She walks to Leo very quietly and was about to scare him. Leo was an ninja so he knows when someone tries to scare him. He grabs Y/N's wrist and pulls her on his lap.

Y/N gasps in surprise and then pouts. No, I tried to scare you~"

Leo smirks. "Then be better~"

He then kisses her deeply and Y/N kisses him back. Leo pins Y/N on the dojo floor and is hovering her. They're making out.

[lunaraindrop]

Quentin’s Mentor (part 4)

A lot of shit happened quickly to Quentin and his friends.

The Beast was gone.

Just like that.

One minute he was terrorizing people, the next? Eaten by Quentin’s pet plant.

All of that fear and angst an-and scary fucking build-up just…dissolved into nothing. 

Very anticlimactic. 

It left everyone standing dumbstruck, not sure what to do or how to react.

It was a little disconcerting.

Oh, and apparently The Beast, the guy that ripped out Dean Fogg’s eyes, was the psychotic voice in Penny’s head, and was trying to kill him at every turn? Yeah, that was MARTIN FUCKING CHATWIN! Martin Chatwin, one of his childhood heroes, was trying to kill him.

What the hell?!

In all honestly, he was not sure how to react to that. On the one hand, why the hell did Martin Chatwin want him dead? Him! HE wasn’t special by any means, so what gives?

On the other hand…holy-fucking-shit Martin Chatwin, THE Martin Chatwin made it his purpose to kill HIM! Quentin Coldwater! Martin Chatwin was *eaten* alive by HIS pet plant! (Which is ironically named after Martin’s sister. That would make for an interesting feminist philosophy paper.)

…was it weird that he felt a little…in awe about all of this? Maybe even a little special? Like…maybe he wasn’t such a screw up and he was a chosen nemesis to the big bad in a story? Because, well, he kind of was? Like, umm, nobody was exactly sure why Quentin was targeted by Martin fucking Chatwin, but he *was* a target. That’s why Jane (Chatwin, not his cat-like purple and blue Venus fly trap) kept telling him to step off the garden path.

Apparently the garden path took offense. 

It was l-like Treebeard and the Ents in Lord of the Rings! Nature fights back, mmm hmm…bitches.

He was just glad nature was on his side. He was on theirs too.

Case in point, this was why he was running through Queens in the middle of the night, heading for a portal in an alley that would take him to the Addams mansion. 

His arms were crossed across his chest, cradling what was hiding inside his maroon hoodie. Tucked up against his sternum was his poor baby plant, Jane. While she shrank back to her original size after eating The Beast, she turned a sickly green-gray and lost some of her vibrant leaves a few hours later. 

After the first few hours of being saved, he was worried that Jane would get a taste for human flesh. He loved her, but he was not about to go on a killing spree to keep her fed. Maybe. No, definitely not. Maybe rob a morgue…?Anyway, Morticia never warned him of anything like this. She just old him to make sure she was watered, fertilized, and had a steady diet of insects and small mammals.

Nothing was ever mentioned about her growing in size and eating a human whole.  

Those went out the window when she kept gagging (well, as much as a plant can sound like gagging), wilted, and changed into such dull colors.

He was concerned, yes, but he was a little to freaked out (and frankly embarrassed) to go to Morticia Addams for help. He had only had Jane for a couple of months, and now he allowed her to eat people and she was sick? He knew Mortica was…an odd lady, but as his mentor he wanted to impress her. She trusted him with this gift…and now he was letting her down.

He decided to ask for some help on campus. Surely someone would know how to help his magic plant.

That turned out to be a big mistake. Just like Alice, nobody could identify what species she was. 

Then Lipsom dropped the bomb: They wanted to study her. 

As in take her away, cut her open, and find out more about how Martin became The Beast.

Margo was angry and cussed Fogg out for going along with this plan.

Penny, who is usually a dick, actually looked really sad and left the room without comment. Kady followed, but not before giving Jane one mournful stare before sneering at the professors.

Alice…was actually on Lipsom’s side. She tried to sympathetically reasoned that this was a perfect chance to learn what had happened, how to avoid it happening again, and that Jane was really dangerous now.

It was Eliot though that was peculiar. Eliot, who probably loved Jane just as much as he did, was stone-faced the entire time. He didn’t stop or hold Margo back, but he also didn’t speak at all. He hardly moved except to pet at Jane’s drooping little head. He didn’t seem to fear that she could snap off his hand.

Neither did Quentin.

Quentin turned to the Dean. “You know what? No. Fuck you, and fuck that! S-she just saved all of our lives! A-and s-s-s-she’s sick because she did! You don’t touch her! 

Dean Fogg sighed and covered his face with his hand.

“I’m going to assume that that literal death trap came from Morticia Addams to annoy me into an early grave. Your precious ‘Jane’ is obviously poisoned by something to do with eating Martin Chatwin. We need to know what. Normally, a large type of Venus fly trap even remotely close to that size would take a couple of days to digest a small animal. Yours won’t live that long. I estimate that she has maybe ten hours to live. You have five to get me what is left of The Beast’s body, or we’re going in for it.”

They tried to call the mansion, but nobody answered. Luckily Fogg, showing he had some heart (even small) told him of a portal behind a diner that take him as far as the front gate. But he also warned Quentin.

“We don’t know how dangerous your plant is. Keep her out of sight, and away from the public’s eye. It’s not my fault if she eats you too.”

Quentin narrows his eyes and lifted his chin in defiance. “Jane would never hurt me, or anyone else really unless they are bad people. I’ll be fine.” With that he stuck her wilting, quivering body safely into his hoodie, close to his heart.

Just before leaving Brakebills wards, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Eliot. Still stone-faced, his eyes showed his distress. Intense hazel eyes locked onto his own as he stepped closer. So close their chests almost touched. Breaking eye contact for a few seconds, he leaned down and placed a lingering kiss over the maroon fabric, just grazing her head and landing softly on Q’s heart. He looked back up at Quentin again and tucked his hair back behind his ear.

“These Addames…do you really think they can help her?”

Quentin shrugged, unconsciously leaning closer to Eliot, being careful not to crush the plant. “I-I think, uh, I hope? She did come from a cutting from one of Morticia’s plants, so there’s a good chance she will know how to help Jane. I really hope she knows how to help Jane.” his voice broke at the end. Eliot carefully pulled him close in a warm, one armed hug.

“Okay. Then go take care of our girl, Q.”

Those words echoed through his brain as he made his way up the long drive.

In front of him stood a giant, Gothic house. Something that looked like it belonged in Jane Eyre or Brideshead, Revisited. As he went to look for some type of buzzer, the gate ominously opened…

[jack-kellys]

today is Halloween

here's a real wild ralbert spider-man au fic that takes place on Halloween

enjoy

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another day on the job

warnings: cursing, al's a cop, someone gets s m a c k e d, yeah that's it how unusual for me,

words: 1700 ish oh jeez

yep

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Race was late again.

This was the third time this week they’d set a date, just a small coffee date, and Race had been at least twenty minutes late to each of the last few. Not like Albert was punctual, but anyone who arrived after Albert? That was saying something.

Albert opened the case file in front of him, taking away the paper clip that held the pictures inside. He frowned, looking down at them for what seemed like the millionth time.

People like this really made him hate his job.

Spider-Man, the newest “hero” of New York, has recently caused a lot of property damage on a high end building in Midtown, and now the NYPD was starting to get more directly involved. Albert was one of the lead detectives on the case, and it had been extremely taxing lately. There was barely any information on the guy, except that he apparently talked a lot, a few cops recounting their strange encounters with the web-slinging creep.

He looked up from reading through the file for the fourth time as the door of the small café banged open, Race practically tumbling in.

Albert stared at him with furrowed brows until Race sat himself down across from him. “What happened this time?” Al sighed, sipping his espresso.

“Well, ok, so I was comin’ here, right,” Race starts off, and Albert could already feel the headache coming on, “right from work. And I notice this guy start followin’ me, which like, gotta get away from that right? So I take a longer route. Guy’s still there. So then I book it, okay, completely different direction, ‘n now I’m here. Sorry,” Race finally finished. His arms were crossed, Albert didn’t fail to notice, making Race come off as evasive and defensive.

He breathed in, eyes closed, and then out.

“Race, babe,” Al said, brows lowered with a frown. “You know I’m a detective, right?”

“Uh, yeah, Albie, of course I—“

“You know it’s part of my job to call bullshit?”

Race opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, slumping back against his seat. “I just...don’t wanna talk about it, alright?” Race said, voice quieter.

“Alright,” Albert relented. “We won’t.”

“Thanks, baby,” Race smiled, standing up to peck Albert’s cheek. “Lemme get my pumpkin spice latte. It’s Halloween after all!”

Albert rolled his eyes, watching Race go to order. He felt worry roll around in his stomach, tightening a bit into a ball of sharp anxiety. He looked down at the file with a defeated expression.

He hoped he was wrong.

He hoped Race wasn’t the reason he hated his job.

But there was only one way to find out.

•••

Albert supposed he was lucky it was Halloween. It fell right in line with his plan.

A stupid, ridiculous plan, but it was the most plausible he could think of.

The hardest part was going to be keeping Conlon in the dark, but that would come later.

First was the phone call.

Albert parked, walking an extra two blocks just in case. The moon hung bright in the sky, Albert having excused himself from Halloween night for a few hours, telling Race he had some extra work to finish up.

What a fucking lie.

And here came another one.

He glared at Race’s contact on his phone, stomach twisting in guilt before pressing call and raising the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Albie! Ya comin’ home early?” Race’s voice crackled over the other end. “I hope so, cause I got so much candy here—“

“R-Race,” Al interrupted, making his voice sound weak. He was afraid he’d break his act and falter if Race finished his sentence. “I-I got jumped. These guys, musta recognized me as a–“ Albert coughed away from the phone, then bit his lip before continuing with the lie. “–as a cop. They’re gonna come b-back, I can’t move–“

“Baby, oh my god,” Race breathed, and Albert almost sighed in relief that he had been cut short. Lying to Race practically caused him physical pain. “I-I’ll be there in a moment, where are you?”

“I think near the First Avenue subway, on...14th, Race, I don’t kn—“

“I’ll be there. Hold on, Albie, I swear—I’ll be right there. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The line went dead, and Albert lowered the phone shakily, leaning against a wall to breathe for a moment.

If Albert was right about Race, this was a perfect trap.

Albert had been on top of the Spider-Man’s activity since last year, and last Halloween it seemed like the guy had been more stressed out than usual—more activity and false alarms than normal, people in costumes doing stupid things.

Race would be more distracted, not thinking as clearly.

Albert had chosen a more discreet location, somewhere people weren’t often there. A small alley. The Spider-Man swung from above—Albert knew he’d be found.

And as much as it broke Albert’s heart to decit Race like that, it was a clear motivation. Race would come.

Albert raised his phone up again, having selected a different contact.

“Conlon. Track my phone, bring your stuff, don’t ask questions,” Al said when Spot picked up.

“Fuck you,” Albert heard Spot groan back.

“It’s about Spider-Man.”

“Fuck!” Albert almost laughed at the surprise in Spot’s yelp, taking the phone away from his ear as Spot hung up.

Everything was in place.

•••

Albert found himself pacing the alley, nerves starting to settle in. There was always a chance he could be wrong, and Race could get here after Spot, and see he was perfectly fine, and then Al would have to explain he thought Race was the fucking—

Al whipped around as a figure landed behind him.

It was him.

Oh, god was it him.

Albert could easily tell it was Race from this close up. The way the red and blue clad spider held himself, shifting from one foot to another, the slimness of his body, seemingly all angles.

Albert could also tell he was confused. Race, of course, expected Albert to be hurt in some way, which he wasn’t. Yet Race didn’t know that Albert knew his true identity, and therefore had to hide his hesitation.

The insect-like eyes on the mask went large for a small moment and then back to normal. “Hey, dude, didn’t mean to startle ya. Just patrolling the area, crazy night—“

“Cut it out,” Al sighed, the knot of guilt unraveling into a nauseous feeling as he watched the masked man falter. “The act, I mean. You can drop it.”

“Uh, I don’t think I follow? I..” the Spider-Man trailed off, the eyes larger again. Albert recognized the habit of Race’s voice going up when he was confused about something.

“Tony,” Albert managed. “I know. I know it’s you, Sunshine.”

A silence hung in the air for a few long seconds, and for a moment Albert thought he had been wrong about everything.

Then he watched as the Spider-Man shakily pulled off his mask after looking around warily. Messy blonde hair and watery blue eyes were revealed, Race wearing a defiant expression. “Albie, wait, don't arrest me, I can explain, please, just—“

“You don’t have to,” Albert whispered, surprising himself.

Race looked up, angry tears threatening to spill. “And what’s that even mean? You fucking hate the Spider-Man, you always have,” he said bitterly. Albert couldn’t help but wince a little.

“Well,” Albert started, hesitant. Conflict burned inside him, his obligation to the law clashing with his morals, the sound of their battle blaring in his ears. “Well, I called you, like, two minutes ago, and you’re already here. I called Spot only thirty seconds after and he’s an officer and he ain’t even here yet.” Albert scuffed his shoe into the ground, not meeting Race’s eyes.

He was embarrassed. Embarrassed for not trusting Spider-Man—Race, really—to be the good guy, and embarrassed for throwing the NYPD under the bus like that.

Albert looked up as Race took his hands. “I know how hard this is for you,” Race said quietly. “But, Albie, this is what I do. It’s who I am—who I’ve been.”

There was a fire in Race’s eyes that Albert had never seen before. Race wanted this. He believed in this. And standing in this dark alley with the moonlight gleaming in Race’s set expression, distant sounds of children screaming as Halloween continued far away from them, Albert couldn’t find it in himself to refute him.

“Alright,” he said shakily, “okay.”

Albert saw Race beam before he was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug from the taller man.

“Thank you, Albie. I’m so sorry,” Race whispered, then kissed Albert’s temple lightly.

“No, I am. Shit,” Albert‘s eyes widened, pulling himself away from Race. “I called Spot as backup, in case I was wrong about you. Fuck.”

Race’s eyes widened too before he pulled his mask back on, pressing two fingers to his palm and shooting his famous webbing into the sky. “Albie, I gotta—“

“Aw, but wait, shit,” Albert smacked his forehead. “I told him I called him about you. About Spider-Man. God, I’m an idiot.”

“Baby, how are you a cop?” Race sighed, the eyes narrowing on the mask.

“Shut up and punch me,” Albert frowned.

“Yeah oka—wait, what?” Race sputtered, incredulous.

“I can say you got away from me, but I need evidence,” Albert explained. “Just do it.”

“Baby, no I couldn’t ever…”

“Race.” Albert deadpanned. “I lied to you about being hurt. On Halloween night. For the sole purpose of tricking you.”

“Oh yeah,” Race growled, and Albert watched nervously as the eyes on Race’s mask started narrowing. “Albert DaSilva, you fucking dick, ruining my favorite holiday.”

“Wait, wait Ra—“ Albert’s eyes widened as Race’s fist wound up, remembering in that moment about the Spider’s extra strength.

Too late. Race’s fist hit his head like a sharp brick, Albert’s eyes rolling back as he slipped into darkness.

•••

He waded back into consciousness a while later, cracking his eyes open and seeing a blurry Spot Conlon’s dark eyes on the road, finger’s drumming his steering wheel of his cop car. “You’re the second biggest idiot I know, DaSilva,” Spot grumbled.

“I feel like a fuckin’ building jus’, like, bitch-slapped me,” Albert slurred, not daring to move. Everything felt like it was ringing, banging in his head. The traffic lights looked blinding through his slow blinks.

“‘Cause one did. You’re definitely gonna have a concussion, pal, that damned Spider got ya bad. You musta pissed him off.” Spot scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Al smiled messily. “Yeah, I did piss ‘im off,” he giggled.

“I hate your stupid ass.”

“Happy Halloween, Conlon,” Al sighed happily, closing his eyes.

“Shut up.”

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fun right? also albert's the dumbest cop in the city. at least that's what spot tells everyone he knows

tag list: @suddenly-im-respecsable @alberts-cigar @bencookisagod @thatpoorguysheadisspinning @spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #174: Captives of the Collector!

August, 1978

I’ve been kind of excited to get to this issue. Because this was the very first Avengers cover I ever saw.

Back when I was a tiny bibliomancer, perhaps a novellamancer or even a pamphletmancer and I didn’t know what the Avengers even were.

My conception of superheroes was mostly X-Men, Spider-Man, and Batman. Because of cartoons.

But I had a few issues of Wizard magazine and there was a price guide in the back. Because this was back in the heady, foolish days where the speculation market was booming and comics seemed like a real investment.

And the price guide sometimes had tiny images of covers to keep it from being just a page of letters and numbers. And I saw this cover and thought ‘I have no idea what’s going on here.’ I think I might have thought it was a Justice League thing.

In fairness, Justice League would totally have people in tubes on the cover.

So I don’t really have anything to say about this cover because I just get drawn into a vortex of memory. But I do have to point and laugh at Hawkeye who tied a cable around himself so he could swing around like Flynn but it doesn’t seem like its long enough for him to touch ground.

Anyway, lets get down to business. To review. This comic.

Last time: the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy and agreed to help them with a time traveling cyborg called Korvac. Unbeknownst to anyone, Korvac married a supermodel and settled down in Forest Hills to pursue his dream job of taking over all of existence.

Meanwhile, the Avengers have gotten into shit with the government and gotten their sweet governmental perks withdrawn because their security is shit and the asshole Peter Henry Gyrich won’t brook that nonsense.

They’ve also been dealing with a strange rash of disappearances that have taken all their members and tangentially related characters until all they were left with was Thor, Iron Man, the Wasp, and Hawkeye. With the Guardians’ help, they tracked the disappearances to a non-TARDIS orbiting Earth where they discovered... THE COLLECTOR!

And now... the rest of the story.

The Collector gloats that actually the Avengers finding his secret hiding spot is a good thing because now his collection is complete and he’s not at all worried that now they’re in punching range.

When Iron Man and Hawkeye point out that they’ve been through this song and dance before, the Collector menaces them with a shake weight.

Or apparently a Vandarian Power Wand.

Which apparently only has one charge because when Iron Man deflects the Vandarian power blast with his iron abs, Collector just doesn’t use it again.

In fact, when Thor comes at him (the Vandarian Power Wand having been explicitly stated to be able to harm even Thor), the Collector (or Acquisitor as Thor calls him) summons... THE ENERGY CREATURES OF ERDILE!

They look like lightning peeps with kirby krackle but they are in fact, probably not lightning.

When Thor hits one in the krackle with Mjolnir, Mjolnir becomes stuck and Thor becomes unable to release his grip on it.

According to the Collector, hitting the ENERGY CREATURE OF ERDILE in the tum caused Mjolnir to pass into another dimension where it is held fast by the dimensional interface. And if Thor manages to pull it free, IT WILL DESTROY THAT ANOTHER DIMENSION! DOOMING BILLIONS!

The Collector is fun, provided you have a tolerance for villains whose whole thing is pulling new powers out of their ass. Like a kid in a sandbox who keeps making up new powers so they never lose make believe. Or like Gilgamesh from Fate.

The Collector is more fun than Gilgamesh though. Get rekt, Archer.

Speaking of archers, Hawkeye hangs back to help Thor... with morale support? while Iron Man tries to tackle the Collector.... ‘s hologram.

FOOLED YOU

Such a troll.

He then attacks Iron Man with “a simple child’s toy” he acquired on the planet Dergos, where the children MOVE FASTER THAN THOUGHT ITSELF. Which is good because this simple child’s toy shoots dozens of missiles which burst open to release gas on impact.

Iron Man seals off his armor from the gas but it wasn’t a poison gas or sleep gas. It was a gas that locks up metal joints, imprisoning Iron Man in his own iron, man!

FOOLED YOU!

The Wasp tries to distract the Collector by giving him a chance to exposit. Its the best thing for distracting villains, usually.

The Wasp: “Why are you doing this? What do you want from us??”

The Collector: “Why, a complete set! A perfect collection -- of Earth’s mightiest heroes! The only such collection of its kind -- that will survive the time soon to come!”

And then - not distracted at all - he shoots Thor and Hawkeye with a positron cannon. Because by this point, Mjolnir had absorbed enough negative energy from the ENERGY CREATURE OF ERDILE that the sudden positive energy knocks him the hell out.

And the Collector was lying about the other dimension.

FOOLED YOU!!

The Wasp has had just about enough at this point so she shoots the Collector in his wrinkly mug.

So he unleashes a flying roomba that catches her in an electrified net.

And now that just leaves Hawkeye.

The Collector: “Now, archer -- you are the last Avenger... and the least!”

Hawkeye: “That depends on whether you’re judging by raw power or skill, Collector! I may not be much in the first category! On the other hand -- in the second... Hawkeye is the best there is!”

Disarmed with a clamp-arrow (because of course Hawkeye has a clamp-arrow. He has a bouquet arrow and an antigravity arrow, a clamp-arrow is baby stuff), the Collector flees deeper into his not-TARDIS and unleashes a not-pterodactyl at Hawkeye.

Hawkeye manages to dodge its SKAW swoop and then uses a bola to ground the lethal flying lizard.

Oh how the table is on the other foot now. Before, it was the Collector who was pulling out new toys to triumph over every challenge but now Hawkeye is doing the same with arrows.

I guess the third best superpower (after squirrels and ants) is just having an indeterminate amount of stuff on your person.

Or, I guess. Versatility? Fear not the man who can punch really well, fear the man that carries arrows for esoteric purposes.

The Collector is starting to warm up to Hawkeye. In his own way.

The Collector: “You are resourceful! Perhaps you are even worth collecting for yourself -- and not just for your membership in the Avengers!”

But he continues fleeing and Hawkeye continues chasing. And the Collector is like hey rude, I’m going to prepare something horrible for you so stop follow.

And he drops some incendiary capsules which burst into flame.

So Hawkeye grappling hook arrows over the fires.

The Collector is apparently really spry because he’s already way ahead of Hawkeye but on a lower platform.

So Hawkeye gets a wonderful idea and summons his inner Flynn.

He uses his sharpened croissant arrow to cut a cable so he can swing down in front of the Collector. And now he has him cornered on a catwalk. Not able to grab any new collectibles. And if he had something on his person that was better, he would have used it by now.

So I guess Hawkeye wins. Although this is only page 12. Weird.

The Collector gives Hawkeye one last chance to surrender. Which. I mean, he must have something up his sleeve, right? Perhaps some last collectible that he didn’t want to use because it was mint in box.

Hawkeye: “Sorry, pal, I don’t buy it! I figure our surprise entrance caught you more off-guard than you’ll admit! You lucked out against the others, with gadgets you had lying around... but if you had anything to throw at me now, you wouldn’t be standing there flapping your lips!”

The Collector: “Bah! One needs no gadgetry -- who commands POWER COSMIC! I am old beyond your ken, insect -- and it has been eons since I wielded the energies I possess! It is a chore at my age! I resent being forced into this!”

And he or she who possesses the power cosmic can do all kinds of things like breath in space, talk to squirrels or apparently cause the catwalk to warp and wrap around Hawkeye to crush him.

Hawkeye: (*Uhh* What an idiot I am! Why didn’t I try to free the others? Why did I try to take him alone? Now we’ve all had it! Why did I have to be... the last?)

But he fires off one last hail mary arrow on one last physics baffling bank shot.

Except I was lying. It wasn’t a hail mary arrow. It was a taser arrow. And it hits the Collector right in the shoulder, causing him to collapse in pain.

Victory: Hawkeye!

He goes to revive the other Avengers and free them from their comfortable tubes.

And now it looks like the Collector has some ‘splainin to do.

The Collector: “I -- ? Explain to such as you? Absurd!”

He then proceeds to explain his entire backstory and motivation.

Because. Villains CANNOT resist. Exposition.

He explains that he is one of the Elders of the Universe. Extremely old people that have obsession based immortality. Basically, as long as they’re obsessed over their one thing, they’ll stay alive to do that one thing. Like the Grandmaster and his games. Or the Collector and his collecting.

Although much of the nuance of the Extremely Old People of the Universe is something we learn later.

The Collector explains that although his brother roamed in search of games, he only wanted to study the simple creatures of the universe. I guess he started off as more of a the Zookeeper or the Botanist than a hoarding the Collector.

But the Collector also had the gift of prophecy and he foresaw the rise of Thanos, a power that would rival the Elders and threaten universal death.

Concerned over the fates of the primitive creatures he loved so much but afraid of challenging Thanos, the Collector set out to preserve them. Gathering samples. Collecting, basically.

But to his surprise, Thanos was destroyed. Turned into stone by Adam Warlock.

The Collector might have stopped collecting then (which would have killed him, as losing your obsession can make an Elder just drop dead) but he foresaw the coming of another, even more dangerous power.

And this time, he chose to interfere.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd that brings us back to Forest Hills where Carina is confessing to Korvac that she was to betray him but couldn’t bring herself to.

She confesses that her father sent her to spy on him and that he is a prophet who foresaw that Korvac would be cruising for a date at a fashion show.

Korvac is peeved.

Not that Carina was sent to spy on him, it doesn’t seem.

Korvac: “If he is a prophet, can he not see that this troubled planet is destined to find peace only under my proprietorship! Nothing... no one can be allowed to interfere!”

And even as Carina begs him not to, Korvac finds the Collector’s hidden not-TARDIS in orbit and reaches towards it crackling with energies.

Back on the Not-TARDIS, the Avengers are still quizzing the Collector.

Iron Man: “-- So you were playing a sort of galactic Noah, huh? Preserving us helpless ‘lower lifeforms’ from a horrible fate!”

Indeed. But the Collector feared that just preserving the creatures he’s so fascinated by won’t be enough.

This newest enemy might cause a war among the great powers of the cosmos (your Odins, your Zeuses, your Mephistos, your Eternitys. Those guys) in his attempt to achieve universal sovereignty. And such a war could obliterate all reality.

Which is why this time, he interfered. He sent his daughter to spy on the enemy in hopes of finding a weakness.

Iron Man: “You sacrificed your daughter?”

The Collector: “Perhaps... and it seems she now returns the favor!”

But before the Collector can reveal the name of the enemy (Korvac), a bolt of energy strikes him from out of the blue, disintegrating the Avengers’ old foe.

RIP the Collector. You were one of the greats.

The Avengers are horrified that the unnamed enemy (Korvac) so easily struck down the Collector, just when he was about to reveal the enemy’s identity.

Iron Man: “And right before our eyes -- as if to show us how insignificant we are! Fleas compared to a being -- who can kill a god!”

And the issue ends back in Forest Hills, with Korvac telling a crying Carina that she is now an orphan.

Because he just killed her dad.

So here we are on issue #174 of the Korvac Saga which started in issue #167. For the first time, the Avengers are actually aware of the nature of the threat. They heard from the Guardians that Korvac was up to something but his machinations are so subtle and so above the Avengers, they likely never would have found out until it was too late if it hadn’t been for the Collector.

Although Korvac is the big overarching threat of this saga, the plot has been driven by the Collector reacting to it, rather than Korvac himself.

And that’s interesting to me.

The Collector goes back to issue #28 of the Avengers so he’s about as classic an Avengers foe as you can get. And this saga is kind of his story too.

Its backloaded into this issue because mystery. But we learn so much about the Collector here. A little about his origin, about his secret powers, that he has a daughter, and his motivation.

And considering what a nerd he’s been, ranting about his perfect collection of Avengers (was collecting complete runs as much of a thing back then?), he has a surprisingly sympathetic motivation.

Its even a little bit of a retcon given how he’s acted before. But as of this story, all he wanted was to preserve the things he loved. And that included the Avengers with all their daring and adventure and melodrama.

Although, its kind of hard to ignore how much the Collector was just worfed. He was never a powerhouse but as I said, he is a classic Avengers villain from their third year in print.

And he got new, never mentioned powers in this issue. THE POWER COSMIC. The same juice that makes Silver Surfer and Galactus so peppy.

With little effort, Korvac killed him from afar. How scary he must be to manage that. Even when the Collector saw it coming literal miles away.

Oh, speaking of retcons. It is interesting to me to trace the Collector going back and forth from fantasy to sci-fi.

In his first appearance, he used flying carpets, giant summoning beans, potions, and a catapult. At the end of that appearance, he used a time machine though.

In his second appearance in Avengers #51, he has a spaceship and he uses aliens and robots to fight the Avengers.

In Avengers #119, he strikes during Halloween and uses the legendary coats of Hercules, the birthstones of the half-mythical Vultures of Nepenthe, and two rocks that summon infinite bats.

And now in this issue, he has a not-TARDIS that hides in another dimension and uses power wands, energy beings, a child’s missile launcher, and a positron cannon. Plus he reveals his sci-fi origin as one of the oldest beings in the universe.

I don’t think this means anything but its interesting. I think the Collector is more solidly on the sci-fi side of things going forward but its interesting to see his inspiration sine wave like this.

Next time: the Korvac Saga starts to wind to a close. The Avengers now know there’s a mysterious enemy who threatens all of reality. What do?

There might be a delay in new posts. I’m taking a trip to the cold lands this week and I don’t think I’ll be able to get two more posts done before I have to leave.

Use that time to not google ahead for spoilers. Also, maybe follow @essential-avengers. That would be cool of you.

[spitfirerose]

Chocobo Down ((Prompto feat. Chocobo/Bros))

This is what I was working on it’s so long help. I’m just not nice to these boys at all. I love them, honest. @kaciart‘s art here at http://kaciart.tumblr.com/post/163609887568 of Prompto stepping up and doing his best under harsh conditions, along with his chocobo who is too good for this world. There’s a bit of blood, too.

Fun fact: ‘Ferrum’ means ‘blade/iron’ in Latin, fitting for ‘Gladio’ the sword, and ‘Mico’ translates to ‘flash’ like a camera. Pretty cool, huh P:

“Between you and me, I've got the better bird.”

“Oh yeah? And why is Mico best bird?”

“Ferrum,” Gladio corrects, amusement in his rumble of a voice at the gunner’s failed ruse. “Is far stronger and could eat that puny chickatrice of yours for breakfast.”

“You've only got the stronger chocobo to carry those muscles, big guy. And besides, strength isn't everything, y’know? Mico is quick as a flash, and has skills where it counts, don't you, girl?”

“Right, such as preening that chocobutt hair like you're her baby?”

“My hair does not look like a chocobo butt!” Prompto squawks rather loudly in offense and Mico pauses to crane her neck to face her rider, beak making way towards the pale strands deflated from the chilling rain. “Mimi, no, come on--”

“I’ll give you two privacy.” Gladio snorts, and Prompto barely starts up whining about being abandoned before the swordsman tenses, blood red chocobo mount letting out a low warning noise with talon scraping earth.

The Shield presses a finger to his lips and Prompto silences himself immediately, following Gladio’s signal that their targets are in sight. The steady downpour has drastically muted the dull drone of the giant insects’ wings, swarm of Killer Wasps sticking close to the thicket of trees and shelter of the steep cliffside. Sharp blue eyes pinpoint how many of the creepy crawlies there are, nearly matching their estimate of the split hive. Though there’s more of the bugs than anticipated, it’s a relief that things’ll be easier on their companions’ end, at least.

“You stay here, Mi.” Prompto murmurs as they dismount at a safe distance. Mico ‘kweh’s softly, dark gold plumage tickling his cheek as he hugs her outstretched neck, inhaling the heightened smell of wet chocobo. It’s not the greatest scent, but calming nonetheless. “There’s my good girl. Stay out of trouble, and keep Ferrum in line, alright?”

“Ferrum’ll keep her safe.” Either a jab from earlier, or Gladio’s way of being sincere, it’s hard to determine as Prompto releases her with a final reassuring pat on her beak. “We’ve got work to do.”

It’s simple work. Gladio fights the monsters head-on as usual, blade swinging and shield shielding, tanking the beasts like an impossibly rare hero in King’s Knight. Prompto plays the role of support like always, more than content to stay out of stinging range and as far from the nasty things as possible. The rain’s on their side despite being a hindrance to hair and visibility, making their foes’ movements sluggish in flight and easier to pick off.

It’s almost too simple, going too smoothly regardless of how optimistic Prompto wants to be. He swears he picks up the sounds of chocobos in distress over the battle, heart skipping a beat as he whips around towards where they’ve got the birds farther down along the rise of earth. There’s hardly a second to dwell on it before a deafening boom rattles him to the core, rock slamming against rock.

The cliff is crumbling, and Gladiolus is right beneath it.

Prompto screams.

It’s as if everything is in slow motion, and Prompto is frozen into place like one of Noct’s misguided blizzard spells. A slew of stone snaps off the upper edge, breaking off into dozens of deadly pieces with each crushing collision against the cliff face down onto the combatants below. The blond thinks he’s shrieking out warnings to get away through the buzzing white noise, but everything’s so damn slow and why can’t he move godsdamn it--

Oh.

The stinger of a Killer Wasp protruding out of his left side might be why, glistening with a sickening combination of blood and poison.

He blinks slowly, pain finally registering and whiplashing time back into place as gravity drops him onto his knees, head twisting around to get a glimpse of the overgrown insect as his brain sluggishly thinks of what the hell he’s going to do.

His peripherals catch burning gold instead of hard black and yellow, stinger yanked out of him as well as the rest of monster, snatched out of the air with a mighty screech. Unforgiving talons rip the attacker to shreds, beak snapping and wings swooping as it’s slain, corpse unidentifiable. Praise is slurred out of him, right hand plastered against the wound as he gets one unsteady foot beneath him.

Shit, Gladio! The reminder hits him as eyes catch on the chaotic aftermath. It’s a cruel twist of the Six that the Shield is easy to spot, fallen form surrounded by a pair of opportune wasps. His aim is shaky at best with his off-hand, biting his lower lip and willing himself to stay steady as the shots ricochet through his body, making their mark. Prompto doesn’t have to say anything as Mico nudges at his left arm before ducking underneath as support to get up the rest the way. Dizziness greets him once back on his feet, threatening to take him back down as he hobbles over to Gladio, praying to every Astral that exists that the big guy isn’t dead.

He’s still breathing, but they’ve got no potions on them for what was meant to be an easy Hunt. The unnecessary trouble of it all drives Prompto to collect the stingers as proof the job is done, shoving them in his jacket’s pocket before having the sense to assess the situation like Ignis would.

Ferrum’s nowhere in sight, likely spooked away by the landside, and Noct has their only whistle. Of course the reception in the area is out like Gladio, and it’s still raining.

His side is killing him, but he’ll worry about that later. Right now, he’s gotta get them somewhere safe--he’s the only hope they’ve got, serious flesh wound or not.

“S’okay, Mico.” Prompto exhales when the chocobo makes a worrying noise at him suddenly kneeling before Gladio with little to no grace, more of a drop to his aching knees.

The worst of what he can see are just open cuts from where the rocks clipped him, a particularly nasty bump hidden beneath the wild mane that’s going to be a hell of a headache if--when he wakes up. Mico mimics his actions, settling down at the Shield’s other side with a gentle chirp, gazing into her rider’s uncertain eyes. She means to carry the unconscious man, and Prompto could not love her any more as he takes another deep breath.

He’s spoiling her after this and for the rest of his life as he manages to roll Gladio upon her back, assisted by her pulling at his collar like a mother cat to kittens. The task winds him more than it should, swaying to stand at her other side with a death grip at the reins.

Now to walk. Easy. He can do that, just one foot in front of the other until...until he finds some shelter.

“Good bird. Good, good girl, Mimi.” Prompto praises her with a tremble in his voice that’s gotten weaker over the past twenty minutes, shakily stroking the dark honey feathers. Mico ‘kweh’s softly in response, ducking her neck to nudge her beak beneath his palm. “That's my sweet girl. Gla--Gladio's gonna owe you bi--big time.”

He’s getting her a lifetime supply of sylkis greens once this is over, and Gladio’s gonna pay for all of it.

The swordsman in question says nothing, slumped across the bird’s back like cargo. Quiet and eerily still, save for the steady rise and fall of his chest as the only indication of life. The nasty gash on his forehead still bleeds crimson on golden sunrise, but it’s starting to scab over. It’s looking better, whereas he knows his injury must be looking worse--no thanks to the aimless wandering around--, but he’s not going to strain Mico. She’s doing a great job at just being able to carry the big guy, he’s not about to have her give him a ride as well. He can keep walking, he can, he can.

Prompto stumbles yet again, accidentally tugging at the reins wrapped tightly around his left wrist. Mico lets out a pained squawk at the sudden downward jerk, more concerned for the boy as he catches himself from completely falling over, mumbling endless apologies that sound more like gibberish. His side burns, hot to the touch as he once again presses his hand against the bloody mess. He’s scared to look, though his vision’s been getting worse as Mico nudges him away from almost walking into the tenth tree in the past couple minutes.

“Just gon’...rest ‘ere.” The gunner decides on impulse, heavily supporting himself against the firm trunk before slowly, slowly inching himself down onto the damp forest floor. The bark digs into his back, roots hard beneath him, and wet grass staining his outfit--but in his feverish state, none of it matters. Mico lays close, great feathered head within scratching distance and he buries a hand in the sunflower shades. Soft, warm, welcoming--Prompto would give anything to just sleep in the chocobo comfort.

‘Kweh!’

“Mimi, no. Rest ‘ime.”

‘Kweh!’

“Just...Just a bit--”

The bird call goes off for a third time before he processes that it’s not her, but rather the phone that is, in fact, calling. He wants it to stop, wants to just ignore the disruptive noise, but a nagging, insistent voice in the back of his mind tells him that he needs to answer it.

“Prompto, is everything alright on your end?” Ignis sounds concerned, which is weird because he hasn’t said anything yet. Had he just tried calling the one time? He doesn’t remember. It takes him too long to come up with a summary that’ll satisfy the Advisor before he’s asked again, more firmly in that Ignis-means-business tone.

“....n-no.” Prompto settles for the stutter of a word, and it does nothing to placate the man.

“Prompto, I need you to keep talking--tell me what you see?” He vaguely wonders how much Ignis deciphered from the answer, because he sounds kinda upset, a very unlike Ignis thing to be.

“Trees...” He tries to be helpful, he really does. He’s seen enough trees to last a lifetime--one that might end here.

“We’re getting in the Regalia now, I’m passing you over to Noct.” Something is added after that during the switch, and he stops himself from dropping the phone when his grip slackens for a moment.

“Prompto? Buddy, Prompto, you still there?” Noct is really worried, too, and Prompto tries to think of what he did wrong this time to warrant such a reaction. He was doing so good...wasn’t he? Man, they’re gonna be real mad when they find him and Gladio. Oh, right.

“‘e’s not ‘wakin’.” He slurs, chin bobbing forward as the leaves on the trees before him swirl like some sort of hypnotic trance. That’s weird, too, he’s sure that’s not normal, eyes becoming harder to keep open after every slow blink. The insistent tiny voice warns that if he closes them, there’s a good chance it’ll be the last time he does.

“Who? You mean Gladio? Is he there, Prom?”

He’s so tired.

“N--Noct...”

His eyelids are so heavy.

“Yeah, Prom? What is it? I’m listening. We’re on our way to--”

Just...Just for a little bit.

“Sorry ‘m dyin’.”

The phone slips out of his limp hand.

He’s dead for the longest ten minutes of Noct’s life.

He counts every second of silence, begs for Prompto to say something every five.

Noct’s ready to see if he can’t just warp through the damn device when finally, finally, after the longest six hundred seconds, there’s that sleepy little dazed grumble of a groan.

“Hmmnhhh? Oh hey, Noct, s--sorry must’ve dozed off.”

“Th--That’s okay, buddy, you’re awake now.” It’s more okay than Prompto’ll ever know as even Ignis breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Prompto, what is your condition?” The phone’s on speaker now, Noct holding it out between them as Ignis drives just over the speed limit. His gaze occasionally flickers over at the navigation screen’s tracking icons, not closing in fast enough.

“Dunno. ‘s’lot o’ blood.” A sharp intake of breath, followed by a whimper as if seeing it for the first time.

“Where’s the blood, Prompto?” A moment passes as if he needs to think about it, or worse that he’s about to pass out again.

“My hands.”

“And where else?” Ignis is going to strangle him with his own, out of frustrated love for this idiotic child. Noct is fidgeting in the passenger seat, torn between staring worryingly at the phone and glancing out the window as if Prompto will be in sight.

“Oh---oh my stomach.” And it’s like Prompto’s struck Noct there, face paling as he almost drops the device.

“How deep is it?” Noctis all but blurts out, panic unleashed and contagious through the line as the gunner immediately cries out that he doesn’t want to look. Ignis wants to chide him for putting Prompto in distress, the last thing he needs in his clearly bad state, but can’t bring himself to. Prompto is the main focus, best to keep calm.

“Okay, Prompto, can you put pressure on it just in case?” Prompto, bless his large heart, completely trusts Ignis to do it, that the Advisor would never do anything to hurt the blond--at least intentionally.

But this hurts. He whines, tears practically streaming out of his quivering voice as he asks why Ignis would make him do that. But he’s so eager to please as always that he keeps them there when Ignis scolds that he better still be holding down on the inferno of a gash. The whimpering dies down suddenly, and something rustles by wherever Prompto dropped his phone, followed by a solid weight hitting the ground.

“Prompto? What the fuck--” The gruff voice of Gladiolus rumbles through, deep tone subtly higher with barely concealed terror. “Shit, oh shit. C’mon, kid. Talk to me.”

“Gladio? Gladio, we’re almost there--how is he? Gladio?” It’s a tie between the Regalia’s two occupants to try and get the Shield’s attention drawn away from the blond enough to notice his phone. The swordsman does, long enough to inform them that the cut isn’t deep, but Prompto’s burning one hell of a fever.

And he hangs up.

“Ngh, Gl--Gladio...?” Prompto’s got his eyes open just a sliver and hardly much more, voice but a rasp as he lets out a harsh choke of a sob at Gladio inspecting the injury beneath his shirt. He feels like shit, and by the way Gladio looks at him, he knows he must look it.

Gladio presses a large palm against his sweaty forehead and swears at how scorching hot he is. That can’t be right, because Prompto’s sure he’s chilled to the bone, numb and shivering beneath the cool rain. His words aren’t working correctly, trying to say that he’s cold, and the next thing he knows is Gladio’s lost the jacket and it’s draped over him before being pulled against his side. There’s a surprise grunt as something’s taken out of Prompto’s pocket, brain too mudded to think of what it is, but Gladio sounds impressed, and that’s good enough for him. A flash of gold walks across his vision, briefly taking it as the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel, before nuzzling against his other side with a tender trill, and that’s kinda comforting, too.

“You’ve got the best bird, you know that?”

Yeah, he sure does.

Noct has never warped so fast in his life, pushing through stasis that’ll likely kill him in the morning, but he doesn’t care as he charges forward, Ignis just barely keeping pace.

Prompto doesn’t know just how close he was to making it to the roadside. It’s one of too few strokes of luck as in five minutes they pick out Mico’s brilliant gilded feathers amongst muddy brown and emerald green. The chocobo perks up with a shrill ‘kweh’, alerting her wards as Gladio joins in on shouting their location.

Mico hisses, however, when Noct materializes out of nowhere in a blue flash, completely breathless as he crushes both elixir and antidote vials over Prompto’s wound. He finally breaths again when Prompto’s body loses all fevered tension, pained face softening in safe unconsciousness. Color returns to freckled cheeks, and he’s hit with a strong urge to kiss each and every one when Ignis hums over his shoulder.

“Yes, he seems to be out of any immediate danger.” The Advisor probes the healing scars, only a hint of exhaustion peeking through his calm persona. His attention shifts to Gladio, tenderly cupping the battered man’s face as he retrieves an elixir of his own. “It would appear you weren’t spared, either. These cuts look rather serious.”

“Nah, they’re just scratches. Gimme a potion, Specs, don’t waste that on me.”

“It is never a waste, Gladio.” And that’s the end of that. Ignis assists him to his feet after Noct shifts Prompto so the blond lies across his own lap, head lolling back against his neck. Mico prances in place, all nervous energy and anxious warbling noises. “It’d be best for you to carry him, Gladio.”

“Yeah, I owe the kid more than that.” The Shield complies without further argument, Noct’s touch lingering on Prompto until he’s settled as comfortably as possible in the sturdy arms. The chocobo hovers close, practically melding to the Shield like a second shadow and he reaches a hand to stroke the honey feathers. “I owe you, too. Guess I underestimated the both of ya.”

“You think?” Noctis quips that while true, is ignored as Ignis suggests they get out of the blasted rain and make way for the nearest haven. They haven’t the heart to dismiss Mico away, and she certainly can’t fit in the Regalia, after all.

There’s two things that Prompto loves more than anything. Well, he loves a great many things, like sunrises and photography and green soup curry and positive attention--, but these are his top two that are right at his side when he wakes up.

It’s not the safety of being curled up in his sleeping bag, not the blessed dryness after hours drenched in the rain. Not even the relief that he’s feeling so much better compared to the near-death experience earlier.

It’s blearily opening his eyes to Noct’s face merely inches from his own, jaw slack and drooling slightly in sleep. It’s the soft peeping noise that draws focus to his right, turning over to an abundance of sunshine fluff like that of a giant pompom. Mico stretches her neck out from beneath her wing, deciding to rest her head upon his chest with a ‘whoomph’, oblivious to the move knocking air out of his lungs as she falls back asleep. Prompto still smiles at her, limbs heavy from however long he’s been out of it as he cards a hand through the cozy down. The smile still stays as he looks back over to Noctis, uttering frightened phrases and what he swears is his name before the raven-haired boy squirms closer, reaching out as if the blond is right there.

He is, and Prompto takes his hand, visibly relaxing at the simple gesture.

Azure orbs droop shut with clinging exhaustion, but Prompto’s not afraid to drift off this time. He’s got the greatest friend, and the best chocobo that a guy could ask for looking after him.

[r95irth]

It’s time for the...OC presentation time ! This week it’s Ume’s turn. If you want to know more about another character don’t hesitate to ask. If you don’t, then the next one will be a boy (probably Kyouji Kamino)

Now I present you Ume =)

Ume Sumamoto

Writer comment about his development : Ume had nothing except the image i had of her being thrown away by a robot during the exam, and her screaming ‘FUCK YOU” while she was thrown away. I just pictured her as the girl that looked so lovely and cute and fragile (and was) but had a wild/crude side that would surprise everyone. As i was drawing her i began to have a better picture of her in my mind and this oc presentation sealed the deal. Now i like her and i just want to write about her already xD

Her character in five words : hypocrite, hold grudge, caring, patient, stylish.

Her quirk : Flower touch, her quirk, allows her to make a plants grow on whatever she touches, control this growth and even control a bit of the plant itself. She needs to know about the plants though, and eaten the seed of the plant within the last 24 hours (time of digestion). Despite her strange hair, eyes and eyes leashes, she is not a mutation type. Her hair are like petals and and she always has a scent of flower that is sometimes hard to handle for people around her, but beside that, it does nothing special.

Likes : Gardening is her favorite hobby, she just loves taking care of plants and helps them grow without her quirk. Watching her gardening is always a sight because she is super aware of her clothes and her appearance most of the time, but she doesn’t mind being covered in mud or insects when she take care of plants. Sometimes you can even hear her talk to plants like they are her babies.

She also like theater a bit, especially costumes. She would have liked to be an actress to wear magnificent costumes on scene. She can sew a bit, as she learned how to do it when she was little, enough her own clothes. As you can guess from that she loves fashion and makes a point to be always stylish when she goes out. Though she never wears anything that is not practical, even if it’s fashion.

But what she likes the most in the world is her “granny” ; a old lady that is her neighbor.

Dislikes : People who doesn’t care about their appearance. People that are too aggressive. People who abandons their family. Rejection.

Her family : Ume is an only child, and very lonely in many ways. Her parents loved each other but they hadn’t planned to have her so soon, so she kind of ruined their lifeplan. They never said it out loud, but a child is very sensible to these kind of things. She felt it anyways. She always felt that they took care of her because they had to, not because they wanted to. They had little to no time for their child, too busy trying to get back on track with their original plan.

Ume’s father is a mutation type, who gave his features to his daughter. His quirk is to change the scent of his flowerhead depending of his emotion. He studied economic, but when he had Ume he had to drop university to find works. He became a part-time seller and tried to get back to university part-time but...life never gave him enough time, so he just kept being a seller and climbed the hierarchy of his selling company.

Ume’s mother has a quirk very similar to her daughter, as she is able to make plants grow faster. She had planned to be a pharmacist, but again Ume happened. She got a temporary job in a florist-perfumer shop to have a regular salary, and never got the occasion to return to study.

They both made sure that their daughter was calm, quiet, and behaved well so they would never bother anyone. You know kid that threw tantrum at the mall? Ume tried once and got slapped so hard she never did it again. She learned to be the perfect daughter that every parents wish to have and kept all her emotions bottled inside.

One of the reason Ume like the dormitory so much is because she can be herself (hence moments she is very crude) and now her parents can finally be free of her, and do what they always complained to never be able to do : return to university. She is very determined to pay for their college fees once she becomes a hero, so she can’t afford to fail. (of course her parents are unaware that their daughter has such a silly idea stuck in her head). They also are not very enthusiastic about their daughter’s career choice, but don’t want to restrain her. So they just always bring back into the conversation how dangerous being a hero can be, how fragile she is, a how it would devast them if she were to be hurt and couldn’t she see that they were plenty of heroes already? The whole market was full, maybe you should change your mind and find a stable, safer job?

Ume is not what you call close to her parents for all those reasons above. She does love them, she supposes. At some point. But globally they have nothing in common and to talk about. She is way more close to the old woman who lived in the apartment next to their. The old lady was the one always babysitting Ume when her parents were working.

She is the one who introduced Ume to gardening, as they spent hours and hours trying to make something grow on the little balcony of the flat. Granny, as she started to call her, was an ex-farmer. When his husband died she had to sell off the farm -since she couldn’t manage it alone- and tried to get in the city to be closer to her children and grandchildren. She missed her farm everyday and gardening was a way for her to not let go of her lifestyle. Ume loves this granny so much, as a grandmother, and the granny uses to say that Ume is almost like a granddaughter to her. As Ume grew up, and Granny got older, their relationship evolved but never faltered.

It’s the old granny who convinced Ume that she could be a great hero and teached her that when you do goods you’re always rewarded. Granny helped Ume focusing on the fuzzy feeling you always got in your chest when you did something right, something truly good, rather than the one you helped. Because sometimes people doesn’t want to be helped, sometimes they doesn’t say thank you, she explained, but this feeling of rightfulness, of happiness as you see them get better ; that feeling would always be there. Ume would never forget this lesson, even if she has a lot of trouble following it.

Secret past : Ume has no sort of secret past. She wanted to be hero because she admired a lot of heroes when she was little (Kamui, the Genjutsu older sister…) but the real reason is that she just loves to help people. She was never bothered by waiting hours in the hospital for her granny, and help the old woman taking a shower. The gross side of things never erked her out if it was for helping people. Part of her is aware that it’s probably because she needs to feel needed.

Saddest memory and Happiest memory : Ume’s saddest memory is very related to one of her happiest one. When she was around 10 she finally managed to make a plant grow -without her quirk- all by herself. Proud of herself she tried to show off her work to her parents, but all they said was :  “That’s great sunshine, but we’re busy right now, we’ll talk about it later.” They didn’t even look at the plant. Brokenhearted she decided to go and cry in her granny’s arms but she found the old woman collapsed on the floor and unconscious. Scared, she ran away and warned her parents about it, who called an ambulance. And for once, they missed their job to go to the hospital with the granny and Ume. They didn’t leave the old woman bedside and stayed with their daughter until they was sure that everything would be okay (and that the granny would be back home in a few days). It was Ume’s first trip to the hospital (one of many, since granny’s health had never been great). It was also the only time her parents showed that their girl’s happiness counted for them. So she both hates and loves this memory.  

Best friends : Ume tends to pick broken friends, it’s unconscious, but she does. She always finds those who needs it and get to them, listen to them, care for them, until they finally ask for her to help. She would never dare to act before they ask though. And once she helped, they are officially her friends for life, as far as she concerned. That’s why her best friend are Sei Shikatsu, Kussan Musaware, and Takashi.

Get along well with : Yume, Reika Genjustsu, Kyouji Kamino and Yule Makeala are also very close to get the title of best friend, but he is way more close to Satoru’s gang than her.

Other than that Ume is close to almost every boy. She is the kind of girl that they want to protect, since she looks fragile and cute. She never was very liked by girls, usually. And at the beginning of the year it was hard (especially with Kahei) but it’s okay now, ever since the festival. When she started insulting a robot, girls started to see that she was human after all.

Doesn’t get along with : Hana was her best friend during middle school, but then the girl did something that Ume could not accept and forgive. Since then she is rather cold with Hana, she never outstandly shows her disapprovement.

Probably Satoru, when she learns that he is not even trying to connect with his biological family. 

Tsubaki makes is a weird occurence because she can feels that he needs help but he doesn’t ask and react badly when people get closes. So she is not sure how to behave in his presence. She tried little things, little attention to make him understand that she would be there if he needed, but so far nothing came up. So she is just unsure. 

Crush on : Kino. She fell in love the moment she saw his costume, and the more she learns about him the more she likes him. She admires the way he always try to do his best. She is not going to do the first step though, because she is too afraid of rejection ; she can see that he doesn’t like her very much. She is hoping to change his mind by becoming a great hero in front of his very eyes.

She had a crush on Takashi when she was young but swallowed it up because he was Hana’s brother and Hana was her best friend. You don’t fall in love with your best friend’s brother, that’s a rule. 

Conclusion about her relationship in class :

Ume is an hypocrite and manage to appear as a perfect girl, a social butterfly, when she is not. She is never going to make the first step in a relationship, she needs to feel needed. She would never dare get into other people’s life unless they ask for it. She is too afraid of rejection for that. But when they do, there is no limit to how much effort Ume is able to give to make the situation better.  You know the saying “Give a fish to a beggar he will eat one day, teach him how to fish and he will eat for the rest of his life?” Ume is the one who is willing to give hour of her time in order to teach a beggar how to fish. Once you deceive her though, or betray her trust you do not count anymore. She will smile at you, treat you politely, and if you need help she will help you (because that’s the right thing to do), but she doesn’t care about you anymore. If you betray her trust and die, she would not be saddened by your death, she will probably only be moved by it because other people -those she cares about- would be. Not because of you. And there is absolutely no way to redeem yourself from it.

-Evaluation of her teacher Aizawa-

Potential as a hero : She has a lot of potential, her quirk is strong and can be used on all type of situation, and she is able to fool everyone with her features. That will be useful when she will face media.

Weak points : Her physically training is lacking, if you want to be able to help people, you need to be be strong enough to support their weight. Beside if all you care about is saving people, you might end up being manipulated by villains very easily. And you must stop running toward danger to save people without alerting your comrades on the field, you put them in danger when you do. Just stop. 

Strong points : She is the kind of people that has very good intuition. She always manages to see who needs helps no matter how messy the battlefield get, and she is stubborn when it comes to protect people. If she used even half of the skill she used when she has to protect someone, she would be at the top of the class. Now it would be great if she dedicated as much determination to actually defeat villains. 

Commentary : Stop looking for other and starts looking for yourself or you will end up being the one in need of saving. We get it that you’re good at saving. I know you managed to pass UA exam because of your saving points, but UA’s motto is being “plus ultra” we have a duty to make you get out of your comfort zone and starts getting action points now.

[it-refused]

Working Title: Forward, Back (13/?)

Summary:  Knowing what’s going to happen doesn’t mean Sans can stop it.  Maybe he could’ve put it off forever.  Sans decides to go.

Rating: T

Part Summary: Sans and Soozen have a chat.

>>First Part<<

C/N: Mental Illness, references to the death of background characters

The layer of dust on the tarp covering Sans' telescope reminded him it had been a few months since the last time he messed around with it.  He suddenly wondered if condensation had gotten under the plastic.  He should have put it in long term storage the last time he checked on it.  He'd just tossed something over it so he wouldn't have to see it.

He stood completely still in front of the tarp.  Minutes ticked by.

A lightning bug flew in front of him, blinking slowly.  Sans' hand shot out and he caught it, cupping his hand around it in the air so he didn't crush its tiny body.  He felt its legs tickle his bones and he opened his hand.  The insect climbed up to the tip of his finger and flew off again.  He watched it go.  

Before he started to think again, he pulled the tarp off his setup.  A few more bugs - spiders and beetles, it looked like - fled.  

Sans fussed with it, trying to figure out how neglect had damaged it.  

A light turned on in the house behind him, and the back door opened.

"Sans?"  Soozen slid out onto the porch.  She was in her pajamas, oozing onto floor in a slow, sleepy way.  

"hey, sooz."  Sans peered through the eyepiece on his telescope.  All the metal was rusting and he was pretty sure insects had gotten inside, but the lenses didn't seem damaged.  It was kind of tough to tell, though, since it seemed to be completely stuck in place, now.

"There's nothing that way," she said.  "Can I look?"

"eh, if you want to be a huge nerd," Sans said.  

"That means you're a huge nerd, though," she said.  She yawned.

"nope.  i'm not a huge nerd. i'm the head nerd in this house.  don't forget it, kid." That actually sounded like too much work.

She laughed.  

"just in the house, though. don't tell your hero i said it, either."  If Undyne found out someone was claiming to be the head nerd, she'd be force to defend her wife.  "she'd kick my butt."

Soozen slid over next to him.  He let her look through the eyepiece at the tree it was still aimed it. "Boring."

"uh.  aren't you grounded, by the way?"  Sans asked.

"No," she lied.

"should you be out here?" Before she could answer, he continued.  "wait.  i guess you can't be grounded in the house.  you have a better shot at that outside."

"If I was inside, I'd be floored!" she said, laughing.

"just like i'm floored by that great joke," Sans said.  He didn't care that she was outside when she was grounded.  

She giggled and relaxed. She knew he wasn't going to make her go back inside.  "What're you doing?" she asked.

"not much.  it'll be too much work to fix this."  He already had a really great telescope he'd gotten from Grillby and a couple other ok ones.  

Sans sat down on a plastic patio chair and tried to get comfortable in it.  Someone - and he wasn't going to name names - must've burned a hole in this particular one.  He vaguely remembered dumping kerosene down the back of someone's shirt, and maybe surprising them a tiny bit.  The other chairs scattered around were in just as bad shape, in different ways.

"But you built the whole thing, right?  How's fixing it more work?"  Kids her age were smartasses.  

"it's less fun," Sans said.  "anyway."  He stretched.  He decided to change the subject from his own uncomfortable subject to hers.  "i bet they really had it coming."

"I don't want to talk about that!" she said, drooping down until she was almost a puddle.  

"ok."  He shrugged.

"But she really did!  It's not fair!"  

"the other kid started it?"

"Yes!"  She somehow got even flatter.  "No!  But she'd been mean for a really long time."

"you know bro doesn't care about friendly duels, or little fights."  He kept his tone mild. "but he heard you two really tried to hurt each other."

"It doesn't matter!"  She splurched back into shape, angry.  "I didn't hurt anyone!"

Soozen hadn't won.  Poor kid.  Had to be a blow to her dignity, considering how much she idolized Undyne.  

"sure, sure," he said, holding up his hands.  "it's unfair, right."  

"I shouldn't be grounded when I can't even hit anyone anyway!  I'm too slow!"  

Well, she'd hit at least once. Sans had heard that much.  It was true that slimes weren't monsters designed for speed, though.  "sorry, kiddo."

She splattered some slime onto the porch and let out a loud sigh.  "I don't even care that I'm grounded.  I just...why did I have to lose?"

"everyone's gotta lose a few," Sans said.  

She sloshed into a lawn chair and hunched up.  Apparently his "oh well" reaction wasn't helping much.   "Win a few, lose a few!  Who cares?"  

"look, this kid wasn't some tv show villain.  she's just some brat."

"If I can't fight bullies, then how can I fight really bad people?" she asked.  "I hate being weak and slow."

"i dunno.  it's not so bad being weak, once you get used to it," Sans said.  

Her little orb eyes, floating in slime, directed themselves towards him.  "At least I could win against you."

"yeah."  She had way more HP than he had.  "look, kid, if you want to get better, it doesn't just happen.  bro trained for a long time.  i sit on my butt, so a baby could knock me out."

"I want to fight like Undyne." she said.  

"sure.  so did papyrus, but he still uses bone and blue attacks.  not spears.  you gotta fight like yourself to get as good as she is, right?"

"What does that mean?" She crossed her nub arms.  "There aren't any slimes around to train me."

"hm.  what about that lady who watches your sib sometimes?"

"She thinks that...ugh!  She thinks that being violent 'betrays the values that led us all to freedom!'"

"heh.  you gotta admire that, right?"

"It wouldn't matter if my mom was here to teach me," she said, and then went still.  She hadn't meant to bring up her mother.  

"tough lady, your mom?"

"Not tough enough."  Ouch.  Soozen drooped in her chair, slime oozing out from underneath and hitting the porch floor.  "Sorry.  Papyrus is really great, I just...I just really wish..."

"bro is really great," Sans agreed.  "but, hey, of course you wish stuff was different."  He thought they were getting to what was really bugging her.  "he's not the only one who cares about you. you're both good kids."  He aimed his smile at her, and winked. "but, eh, if stuff could be different, we'd all be ok with that. your parents had you guys 'cause they wanted to love you.  they should get to see you turn into cool grownups."  He looked over his telescope again, mostly so he wasn't looking at her.  

There were bumps here and there, but his brother was really good at this parenting stuff.  He was the best at it because he was willing to keep trying to get better when he messed up.  

Still.  The kids had lost their parents.  It wasn't fair.  He kind of knew the feeling, and how much it could make someone obsess over going back and fixing everything. Well, maybe that was just him, but he did know the feeling.

Maybe it could make someone else obsess over getting strong enough to protect themselves.  Maybe it could make a kid lash out.  

"Sorry," she repeated.

"nah.  i still wish my old man was around," Sans said.  In a way he could talk with and be around in a normal way.  "even though i've made tons of cool friends since he fell down."  

"I guess everyone's lost someone," she said, miserable.  

"yeah.  it sucks, right?"

She nodded.  

"i'd say it sucks big stinky doo doo butts," he continued, very seriously.

"Sans!"  She giggled. "Gross!  I'm not a little kid anymore.  You can't cheer me up that way!"  She had brightened, considerably.

"man, even angel's outgrowing fart jokes.  you're both breaking my heart."

"Well...I did figure out a way to make even louder fart noises," she admitted. "Wanna hear?"

"god, kid, you've got my number.  let's hear it."

"Ok.  But just for you." She sucked air into her slime body until a huge bubble formed in the middle.  Once she'd gathered enough air, she pushed it out again.  PBHTHTHTHT!

"i'm getting tears in my eye sockets," Sans said.  "kid.  you're a real winner."  

"No I'm not, but thanks," she said, slumping.

Oh, right.  He’d kind of hoped he’d distracted her.  "look.  what kind of monster were you up against?  something with eyes?"

"Yeah?  Some jerk dog."

"if paps asks, i never said this, but...ok."  He sighed.  This was a bad idea.  "i guess that was a really great fart noise."  He had to repay that somehow.  "so you're slow.  so what?  you got one hit in, right?  you just have to make it count, and you're golden.  dog monsters see better with their noses, but the eyes are pretty vulnerable and it'll make their nose run.  they can't sense you to hit you and they're distracted 'cause it hurts."  He shrugged.  "work with what you got, kid.  you got acid slime to throw around?  practice your aim.  maybe you can train and get a little faster, but, eh.  if you can't jump, climb a wall and fall down on 'em.  if your hp is low, figure out how to get them to miss you."

"I've never seen you fight anyone," she said.

"hey.  what's the easiest way to get monsters to miss me?  never let them throw a punch in the first place.  i'm too lazy to fight."

"I guess practicing my aim is something I can do on my own," she said, doubtful.

"ask bro to train you.  he'll cry.  it'll be nice.  and he's actually pretty good at it."

"He beat up that human," she agreed.  

"yeah."  He still didn't like to think about that.  

"He'll probably turn me down, though, since I’m in trouble."

"heh.  papyrus?  nah, he'll want to make sure you fight responsibly."

"If you say so."  She climbed down out of her chair.  "Hey, Sans?  You won't tell Papyrus I came out here, right?"

"nah."

"Sans?  You're ok."

"gross.  don't get too mushy, kiddo."

She laughed.  "I can't help it!"  

He chuckled.  She slid over to him and he got up off his chair.  She gave him a brief, damp hug and went back inside the house.  Sans watched her go, until she switched off the light inside and disappeared from view.

There wasn't much he could do for her, other than make immature jokes to get her to laugh and give her some cheap fighting advice.  Right?

Losing her parents at such a young age had done a number on Soozen.  She was doing better, but it was going to mess with her in one way or another for the rest of her life.  Even if she stopped being sad about it, her personality was built up out of what happened.  That was how it was for everyone, Sans figured, but with her...just with her and her sibling, he thought maybe there was something he could do.  Just for them, there might be a real permanent fix.

All he needed was a place, date, and time, and a few simple instructions.  He would make it so that if they all got yanked back underground, the kids erased from existence like all the other kids born after the barrier fell, something good would come of it.  

It wouldn't be hard to leave himself a note.  

He shook his head.  Bad idea.  He didn't like the idea of giving some other Sans that responsibility. And, hey, there were lots of other kids with dead parents who he could help.  What made these two more important than them?

Well, because he cared about these two in particular.  

He tossed the tarp back over his telescope and went back inside. 

>>Next Part<<  

[thatlittledandere]

I was tagged twice so I’ll smash both sets of questions here and only make one myself (one set, not one question) (also I’m putting a cut under the rules this is gonna be long let’s hope it’ll work on mobile too)

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write eleven new ones. Tag eleven people to answer your questions as well as the person who tagged you.

Let’s take @magiccatprincess‘s questions first :>

1. What’s the food you’d never give up?

oh gosh... I don’t know? Sorry D:

2. What’s your favorite anime opening?

FUCK this how is a poor me supposed to choose... No clue let’s say Dragon Ball GT (English) opening because it holds a lot of sentimental value.

3. Do you believe in aliens?

I mean I suck at math but it must be pretty bloody unlikely that in the whole wide universe we’re the only living organisms.

4. How about ghosts?

No except when I hear people’s stories firsthand, then I do. Then I’ll go back to not believing in like thirty minutes lmao

5. Which fictional universe would you like to live in?

You don’t understand how much thought I’ve put into this ever since elementary school!! I always try to pick those where normal civilians (not the heroes the stories focus on) are relatively safe. At the moment I could mention Boueibu because it’s very much our world + intergalactic television which the background plebs don’t know about. And there would be a chance to meet my faves, if just off-screen :D

6. Which fictional character would you like to meet and why?

Alright you know what? You know what. Karamatsu. I would fucking meet fucking Karamatsu I don’t give a shit let me test my limits with the blue sequin man.

Fucking hell

7. Got any fanfic recs?

DO I

I have too many and I’ve already screamed about my faves before (hey I’ll add the link again)

I discovered Matsustuck recently and it’s great, it captures the overall atmosphere of BOTH OSOMATSU-SAN AND HOMESTUCK PERFECTLY  and holy shit

8. Ever read a line in fanfic that made you reconsider canon?

Most likely? Can’t think of any examples atm but yeah I’m pretty sure I have at some point.

9. Which super power would you like?

I’ll never give up on my dream of being able to fly miss me with that reasoning of why so many abilities would be ore useful

10. Are you good with kids?

No;;; A few years ago I was an instructor on a few children’s camps and they went pretty well but usually, no. Babies are known to start crying from glancing at my face.

11. Ever ate an insect?

We’ve all been kids so most likely yea

Then to @floweryuu‘s part ^^ 

1. What’s your favourite character

this dude right here with his ugly-ass sunglasses

2. What’s your favourite video game if you play them

I’m not sure what the official definition of a video game is but Mystic Messenger? If mobile games don’t count then Undertale I guess. I don’t play much ^^;

3. Any Anime reconmendation?

I was on a massive Lovely Complex mood yesterday so I’ll rec it! It’s my favorite romantic comedy that goes from rivals to friends to unrequited crush to a couple and doesn’t end in the getting together, and it’s an absolute delight the whole time :D plus Seiko the best girl

4. This may sound weird but what do you think about mashed potatoes on hotdogs?

I’ve never heard of this what the fuck

5. Do you like pringles?

OH YES ABSOLUTELY

6. What’s your favourite flower?

I love dandelions please don’t be a bitch and tell me they’re weeds I’ve grown up surrounded by adults I know

7. What do you think of Ryuu zaou?

He’s adorable and wonderful and I’d love to befriend him but I have good canon reasons to believe he acts very differently around girls than his male friends and no I don’t want him to play this Charismatic Mr. Worlwide I want the real dorky hothead

8. What do you think about Ryuu in dresses/skirts?

He looks great in them and apparently feels too, he should wear them more often

9. What about him in flowers in his hair?

I’m sensing a pattern here really one of Ryuu’s best qualities is how he embraces everything cute and pretty without shame so of course flowers in his hair is great

10. Favourite moment in anime?

Is this about... any anime in general... or something specific? we all know what that something specific is Not that it really matters Ryuu and Io having a massive fight that was basically all “no I love you more” is the greatest thing to happen in animation history

11. What’s your favourite thing you own can be anything?

Oh FUCK idk my denim backpack?? Do I even own it strictly speaking it’s mom’s and I just took a liking to it a few years ago and have been holding it ever since and it’s not like mom got it in COMPLETELY convenient way either, somebody had left it in a locker room in a school she used to go to and it was there for weeks and nobody seemed to miss it so mom just picked it up

ok my questions then!

Who’s the first fictional crush you remember having?

Name one of your favorite artists, the field of art and whether they’re a professional or not doesn’t count

Can you swim?

How many languages do you speak?

Do you have irl friends you can talk about fandoms with?

Do you enjoy dating sims or character x reader fics?

What kind of music did you like as a kid and do you still like it now?

What do you think was the cringiest hairstyle you’ve ever had?

What was your first social media account?

What’s something you’re always ready to learn more about?

Do you have a song you listen to when you’re feeling bad or need to calm down?

Ok I’ll tag you two back, then @kuudessilma, @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer, @amateurcatalyst, @angry-jewish-magical-girl, @president-frankenstein, @mercysorrows, @kissanpiru, @wildelectrictype and @lightlysaltedpretzle