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oodaon · 6 months ago

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hi all! cherry (she/her, 25)🍒 here to present the resident of 2a, nam daon! overall he's a neat/calm guy who really needs to stand up for himself but more under the cut. i don't mind either discord or ims for plotting, let me know what works best for you!

an #oopsie baby to parents in their early 40s. food is present on the table, he's wearing his sister's hand-me-downs until he's like nine. all in all, an ordinary family. a little bit of 'as long as we love each other we will make it' mentality.

family death tw within bullet point. old age takes a toll and daon's father passes after battling an illness. two long weeks later, his mother passes too, struck by severe grief over her late husband. given that he's sixteen, his sister dami becomes his guardian and he moves in with her, into an one bedroom apartment that's closer to her university.

for the most part, he's a quiet kid who tries avoiding situations that would trouble his sister. despite his (young) age he realizes that she's not his mom, she has her own life and that he doesn't want to be an additional burden to her; expenses are little, and daon spends most of his time either studying, reading or being on the 'puter. the type who'd lay on his futon and watch documentaries about a subject they're covering at school at the time... #nerd

university rolls around and unlike his sister who's a law girlie, he decides to go down the path of krn lang and literature! but his grades kinda suffer bc he also starts the employment era so the academically gifted teen turns into a mediocre man! skips out on classes a lot and fails to ✨network✨ though he graduates on time

for what.. employment era 2.0 but with a degree except it's the wrong degree in most people's opinions. works in some firm as proofreader . they move to a two bedroom apt and things are looking a little better!!! woah

but then his sister is like well my dearest bro... my boyf finally proposed and we got a bread in the oven... sry daon :/ and like the good brother he is, he again chooses to not be a burden n moves out. and he always has to get slapped twice so! he's also laid off. AI took his job </3

repeatedly down-scaling places he lives at until he's channeling yoon jongwoo and looking at a cheap goshiown, two steps away from a mental breakdown.

rental agency he's looking through, however, tells him they have an opening at the loop. the studio is rather nice for the money asked and he doesn't risk it, immediately signing the lease without a second thought. i imagine he tried to reach out for the person again but the agency was like what are u talking about. mysterious type of beat where he's confused but chooses not to question i, they will appear again sooner or later?? except they don!t

currently! been at the loop for a year. works as a teacher at a "nearby" hagwon (the teens present are just above middle class but not enough that they're rich; still, it doesn't stop them from channeling the same mean energy. and the pay is. well. not enough to warrant their meanness. yes he's getting mildly bullied by 17 year olds), probably on the 'puter as well trying to find some fiverr-type gigs for extra cash. jumpscared by reoccurring dreams from ten years ago, but also from his 'you're fired!' moments. blames it on working too much. thinks he should get a therapist or smth if only it wasn't so expensive. tripping out and popping paracetamols daily. he has absolutely nooo idea what's cooking up for him!!!

personality wise he's. well. timid. not soft spoken per se but you can tell there was never an angry man in the house with him. tries to avoid any kind of altercation, even when he knows he's in the right, because he doesn't want to deal with the consequences; physical, mental or financial. time is money type of mentality, hates sudden and out-of-nowhere plans because of budgeting; however, if you need a quick loan for something he will try and see what he can borrow. overall reliable and kind, mostly influenced by his sister raising him basically? unfortunately gets jealous of others easily, be it over their relationships or material possessions. internalizes literally everything possible and impossible. cancer sun cancer moon so. good luck

other tidbits is that his unit is literally constantly a mess from paperwork and other teaching material he prepares... please don't enter x needs glasses 24/7 because if you stand like ten meters away from him you're a blurry blob and he's squinting. v neat handwriting. can tie a cherry with his mouth. enjoys that indie type of movies that are like two hours and nothing happens but it's ✨aesthetic✨. will borrow you flour/eggs/milk if you knock and ask, even if it's like 3am. always says (an awkward) hi in the hallways even if there's no response. his everyday wear consists literally of just sweatpants and sweatshirts/oversized tees; if u look at him ud never guess he's a TEACHER... has multiple notebooks filled with poetry hidden somewhere around his unit back from hs/uni + bare bones book concepts he writes down and then grows to either hate or doesn't have the time to even give it a second glance :+) his creativity juice pitcher is empty and has been for yearss

plots wise i prefer to brainstorm or fill up your wanted connections bc i can fit him into pretty much anything so i don't have much to offer here </3

#oointro #the yapatron...

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emilythedog661 · 3 hours ago

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My AvA/AvM Future AU Family Bonding Fanfic

Here is a fanfic i wrote for My Future AU, i hope you enjoy and i might post more fanfic soon

Blue, Yellow and Sage

Yellow and Sage - Sage is a big daddy's boy and adored his dad, yellow, the pair had a lot in common with loving technology, fixing things and being smart and yellow is a good dad to his son loving that sage adores him tried the best he can to be a good dad to him, one day in his and blue house, yellow was in the living room typing at his laptop when he hears little familiar taps coming from the stairs knowing that sage was coming downstairs, when sage gets down the stairs, he runs over to the sofa yellow was on and jumps onto it while yellow holds his laptop up so sage doesn't hit his head on it

'hi daddy!' sage says happily as yellow puts the laptop down on the coffee table

'hey kid, what's up?' yellow says happily as he pulls sage in for a side hug

'done homework now, can play my favourite game now on 'puter?' sage says and asks happily as he looks up at yellow

'alright, let's go set it up' yellow says happily as he picks up sage

yellow and sage go to the computer room that was next door to yellow and blue's room and yellow sits sage down on computer chair as he starts up the computer, sage gets excited as yellow sets up the computer then gets sage's favourite game ready which was a game called "the incredible machine" and sage gets excited when he sees the game's title appear, yellow smiles at sage as he rubs sage's head affectionally while sage starts the game but as yellow was about to leave, sage stops him bu grabbing his arm

'wait daddy, come play, peas!' sage says happily as he looks at yellow while pointing to the screen

'oh, alright as you asked nicely' yellow says smiling and sage cheers happily

yellow grabs a chair from the side of the room and sits next to sage while sage was looking like a excited puppy, both sage and yellow happily play incredible machines together and every time sage manages to figure out the puzzle, he cheers happily with yellow cheering with him and then he'll rub sage's head affectionally making sage giggle happily, soon, sage grew tired and he ends up falling asleep on yellow's arm mid figuring out the puzzle making yellow huff with a smirk, he picks up sage and goes to his room where he tucks him into bed and kisses him on the forehead before going back to the computer to close the game, once it was closed, yellow heads downstairs and he smiles as he sees blue sitting on the sofa where he was before sage took him away

'hey darling' yellow says happily as he sat by blue

'hey dear, where's sage?' blue says happily then a little curious as he hadn't seen him in a while

'he's gone to have his nap, me and him have been playing his favourite game on the computer' yellow replies as he calmly points upstairs and blue smiles

'that's good to know...' blue mumbles happily and he snuggles himself into yellow

yellow smiles as he puts his arm on blue's shoulder and he then grabbed his laptop going back to what he was doing before he got dostracted by sage.

Sage and Blue - Even if sage was a daddy's boy, he loved his mom, blue as much as he loved yellow, he liked to help blue in the kitchen cooking food and sometimes, he would also help blue in the garden, one day, blue was in the kitchen making himself and yellow dinner when sage walks into the kitchen looking happy

'oh, hi baby!' blue says happily seeing sage and sage smiles as he runs over to blue

'hi mommy!' sage says happily as blue crouches down to his level and he pulls sage in to kiss him on his forehead

'what are you up to?' blue asks still crouching to sage's level while looking curious with a little head tilt

'nothing, what doing?' sage says shrugging and blue smirks as he stood up again

'i'm making dinner, you wanna help?' blue says calmly then asks seeing sage light up a little

'yeah!' sage says happily and blue giggles a little on how cute his son looked

'ok, honey, go and grab your stool then come and place it by me' blue says happily and he watches sage run off

sage comes back with his stool and places it by blue where he steps onto it now high enough to see over the counter

'okay, baby, can you stir this for me?' blue says as he shows sage what to do by moving a gold shovel around in a pot

'okay, mommy!' sage says happily and he starts stirring the gold shovel in the pot

blue smiles as he gives sage a kiss on the side of his head then he goes off to cut some vegetables, after the vegetables were cut, blue puts them in the pot where sage was still stirring and blue watches as sage was doing a good job stirring

'good job, baby, it looks almost ready' blue says happily as he takes over from sage

'did i do it?' sage asks after blue pours the finished stew out into 2 bowls for blue and yellow

'you did great, honey!' blue says happily and he kisses sage on the cheek 'now, what do you want for your dinner?' he asks as he goes over to the fridge-freezer

'oh! pizza!' sage says happily and blue smiles as he takes out a kid sized pizza from the freezer

'okay, honey, it should be ready in a few minutes, why don't you go play in the living room for a bit and i'll call you when it's ready' blue says calmly as he helps sage off the stool

'okay mommy!' sage says and he runs off to the living room running past yellow when he did

'hey dear, what's for dinner?' yellow says happily as he goes over to blue

'beef stew with sage's help' blue says happily as he puts the small pizza in the oven

'oh good! it looks delicious' yellow says happily as he picks up his bowl

blue smiles as he watches yellow walk off to the kitchen table with his food and he tucks into it happily making blue smile, soon, sage's pizza was ready and after he cuts it up into 4 slices, sage and blue join yellow at the table and the trio were enjoying their dinner as a happy family.

Purple, Red and Pheonix

Red and Pheonix - Pheonix adored his dad, red and the pair love to train fight together as well as cuddle animals together, today, red was in the back garden with pheonix and red was tying a red ribbon on pheonix's head

'okay, pheo, you ready to train your fighting today to see how tough you've gotten since last week?' red says determined and pheonix looked excited

'yeah, yeah, yeah!' pheonix replies happily and red smirks as he crouches down in front of him

'that's my boy!' red says happily and he prepares himself as he puts on some punching mitts 'and, go!' he says happily and pheonix getd excited as he runs over to red

pheonix starts punching and kicking the punching mitts and red smiles feeling how stronger pheonix got since last week which to be honest, wasn't much but he didn't care, pheonix kept going but soon, he grew tired as he was slowing down so red told him to stop and took off the punching mitts

'that was great, little man!' red says happily as he picks up pheonix where he spins him around then throes him the air happily

pheonix giggles happily as red catches him and the pair have a hug while giggling happily, at this point, purple came out coming though the sliding door wondering where red and pheonix were and red lights up when he sees purple

'plum! guess what?' red says happily as he goes over to purple

'what, red panda?' purple asks happily as he smiles at red

'our son is getting stronger! his punch and kicks are stronger then what they were last week and soon, he'll be strong enough to punch a zombie in the chest sending him flying into space!' red says happily while grinning and pheonix giggles happily

'that's great!' purple says happily and pheonix smiles happily by how happy purple looked

red smiles as well and he feels pheonix wiggling so he puts his son down, pheonix then goes over to the punching mitts again and starts beating them up to release his energy

'i hope you aren't pushing him too hard' purple says worried as he goes next to red

'i'm not, i'm letting him do his own thing' red replies calmly and then he realises that purple was thinking of him being like his dad 'plum, you know i'm not like your dad and i would never do what your dad did to you to pheonix' he adds as he grabs purple's arms into him

'i know, it-its just-...' purple says but he was cut off by red hugging him

'it's okay, i understand, i'm here for both you and pheonix' red says calmly as he hugs purple and then kisses purple on the head

purple wanted to cry but he didn't and just hugs red feeling happy he had a such a great partner, red hugs back and he smiles as he gives purple a loving tight hug

'daddy?' pheonix says making red look over at pheonix

'what is it, pheo?' red replies curiously as he looks at his son

'hug?' pheonix asks as he holds his arms up to red feeling a little left out

red smiles as he pulls away from purple and he picks up pheonix where he hugs him happily, purple also joins in with the hug and then the pair get a mischievous idea as they look at each other, the pair then start kissing pheonix around the face and pheonix giggles happily by the attention and kisses, the trio go into the house and they end up playing around with pheonix until he got tried and took a nap before dinner time.

Purple and Pheonix - Even though pheonix adored his dad, he was more of a mommy's boy as purple is a little overprotective of his son, it stems from his trauma of his dad abandoning him then his mother dying so he ends up being a little clingy to pheonix wanting to protect him whenever he can from life as he's still a toddler, luckily, red does talk him down calming him down when his trauma spikes up and he also gets a lot of fatherly love from his adopted dad, king, it was calm in the living room and purple was sitting on the sofa looking at his elytra wings, the wings have sadly become half withered after overuse and this makes purple sad as he loved flying around with them but he didn't know where he was going to get another pair, suddenly, he feels someone sit on his lap and he knows who it is instantly as he looks down to see pheonix looking at the elytra wings

'hi pheo' purple says calmly with a tint of sadness in his voice

'mommy, what happened?' pheonix asks as he point to the holes in the wings

'its gained some holes due to it being used too much' purple says as he looks at the wings again then back to pheonix

'oh, will holes go away?' pheonix asks as he looks up at purple confided

'no, they won't sadly...' purple replies looking sad as he put his hand though one of the bigger holes

pheonix could feel that his mom was sad so he snuggles his body into him making purple sigh as he puts one arm around pheonix, purple looks back at the wings then he gets a thought as he sees that only half the wings had holes, he looks down at pheonix and he lights up having an idea

'red panda!' purple calls out to red who comes in the livubf room from the kitchen

'what's up, plum?' red asks as he goes over to purple confused

'can you take pheonix, i have an idea' purple says as he points to pheonix

'okay' red says calmly but happily then pulls pheonix away from purple

once red had pheonix in his arms, purple went off with the elyria wings going upstairs and red wondered what purple's idea was as he watches him leave, a hour later, purple came back downstairs and he looked excited

'pheonix!' purple says happily when he gets downstairs and pheonix runs over to him happily

'what mommy?' pheonix asks looking curious as he looks at purple

purple smiles then he holds up something, it was the elytra wings but they were now smaller, looked more like a cape then wings and they were dyed a mulberry purple

'here you go, a new cape made with my old wings' purple says calmly and happily as he puts the cape on pheonix

pheonix gasps happily as he looks at his cape after it was on and he grins excited at purple

'mommy! i love it!' pheonix says happily and he hugs purple happily

purple smiles as he hugs pheonix back and after the hug, pheonix runs off letting his imagination take him over, purple stood up smiling then red come over to him also looking at pheonix running around

'are you going to be okay without your wings?' red asks as he glances over to purple

'i think i'll be fine, i can just go and find more anyway' purple replies as he looks over at red and smirks at him but red could tell he was a little sad about it

'i can help you find another one and we can leave pheonix with blue and yellow or green and orange to babysit while we go look for them' red says as he put his arm on purple's shoulders

'yeah...thank panda' purple says calmly and he hugs red making red smile

red hugs purple back and then they have a kiss until they pull apart and smile at each other full of love for each other, then red hears pheonix yelling as he was zooming around happily and both purple and red watch their son happily run around the house feeling like a superhero.

Green, Orange/Second and Honey

Orange and Honey - Honey loves his dad, orange as much as she loves her mom, green, she doesn't really have a favourite like what sage and somewhat pheonix does with theor parents and she was happy with that, it was a calm afternoon and orange was on the sofa looking annoyed, the issue was that he had forgot how to draw a reindeer as his mind was getting it mixed with with both a deer and a moose, he growls frustrated then he puts his notepad down to calm down after writing something in it, he lays on the sofa to think about the differences between the reindeer, the deer and the moose but then he fell asleep a few minutes later as he was snoring calmly.

about 10 minutes after orange fell asleep, honey came from upstairs feeling sleepy but she wanted to see where her parents were before going to sleep, she ends up finding orange asleep in the living room and she went over to him but then spots the notepad on the coffee table, she picks it up and she sees orange had wrote on the notepad "how do i draw a reindeer?!" and honey looks between the notepad and orange before she gets an idea, she grabs the notepad and she gets her stationary set from her room, she comes back downstairs after grabbing her set and she starts drawing in the notepad happily before she grew tired.

she puts the notepad back where it was and takes her set back to her room but by the time she came back down again, she was too tired so she goes over to orange and joins him on the sofa to sleep on his chest like what she did as a baby to both orange and green, she fell asleep instantly after snuggling her head under orange's head and she was asleep for a while, a hour later, orange woke up and he felt a bit of pressure on his chest, he open his right eye to see honey was fast asleep on his chest making him smile seeing her as he puts his left arm on her back, he then reaches for his notepad and was surprised to see that honey had drew reindeers on it in her own child like artstyle, he smiles trying not to chuckle as honey was still asleep and he places a kiss on her head making her huff a little in her sleep

'hey orange, have you seen-oh' green says as he came downstairs to find honey but then spots her on orange's chest asleep 'i was wondering where she was, i went to check if she went to bed on her room after doing some music but she wasn't there' he adds in a whisper as he goes over to orange

'yeah, she came to me and look what she did' orange mumbles with sleep in his voice and he shows green the notepad

green takes the notepad from orange looking at the drawings and he smiles seeing the child like yet good drawing of reindeer

'she must of did it while i was asleep, i was getting stuck eariler on how to draw reindeer because i was getting it mixed with with a deer and moose, the 3 looked alike in my head' orange explains then he yawns while stretching his right arm and legs

'well, at least she helped you know what a reindeer looks like, why do you want to draw a reindeer anyway?' green says amused then asks as he hands the notepad back to orange

'it's for alan, he wants me to help him draw reindeer for a christmas cards he wants to do' orange says as he puts his notepad down on the coffee table then he stands up holding honey close to him 'anyway, i go put honey to bed so i'll be back in a minute' he adds calmly with a smile to green and he goes upstairs to put honey in her bed

once he was in honey's room, he places honey in her bed and he gives her favourite teddy bear which she hugs tightly in her sleep

'good night, honey bear' orange whispers calmly and he gives honey a kiss on her forehead

he leaves honey to sleep after the forehead kiss and he heads downstairs where he finds green sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, he sits by green where green leans onto him putting his head on orange's shoulder and orange grabs his notepad from the coffee table where he starts drawing reindeer using honey's drawing as a reference, he was soon done and the reindeer orange drew looked very good but not as good as honey's in orange's opinion.

Green and Honey - Honey's love for green is the same as her love for orange as she doesn't pick favourites, both her parents are her favourite people and they love her just as much, it was a calm afternoon and orange has come back from getting food, green was helping orange put the food away when he finds in one of the bags a small net of chocolate coins

'are these chocolate coins for honey?' green asks as he holds out the net of chocolate coins to orange who turns around him

'yeah, i realised when i saw them in the store that honey has never had chocolate coins before so i thought i would get them as a treat for her' orange says happily as he looks at the coins then to green before going back to putting the food away

green looks at the chocolate coins and he smiles as he gets an idea, he leaves the kitchen as orange had once more bag to go to put the food away and he goes into the living room smiling

'hey honey?' green calls out as he was pulling open the net to get to the chocolate coins and honey was downstairs in a instant making green hide the chocolate coins behind him

'yes mommy?' honey asks happily as green crouches down to her level

'i have something to show you, hold out your arm and close your eyes' green says smiling half happily and half mischievously and he sees honey get curious

honey holds out her right arm as she closes her eyes and green smiles as he places 2 chocolate coins in her arm

'ok, you can open them!' green says happily and he watches as honey opens her eyes and she gasps happily seeing the 2 coins in her arm

'coins!' honey says happily and green chuckles on how cute honey's excitement was 'can use coins to find you and daddy presents!' she adds happily and excited and she tries to run off with the coins but green stops her

'hold on, honey bun, these coins are different to money coins' green says as honey walks back to where she was and she tilts her head confused

"how?' honey asks curiously and confused and green gives a knowing smile

green takes one of the coins from honey as she watches curiously, he then pulls the gold foil off the coin to reveal the chocolate part inside then he shows honey the chocolate before sticking it in his mouth making honey light up

'*gasp* chocolate inside coin!' honey says excited and she tried to take the foil off the coin

green helps her by pulling the foil back a little and when she pulls the foil off, she sticks the chocolate in her mouth making her light up loving the chocolate, orange at this point was watching from the kitchen door frame after putting the food away and he was leaning on the frame with his arm crossed as he sees honey smile after eating her chocolate

'mommy! i want more!' honey says excited as she goes over to green and grabs his right arm happily

'okay, hold on a second' green says amused and he turns around away from honey

honey wondered what green was doing as she tried to look over his shoulder but then he turns back around holding out 5 coins

'here are your coins, now don't eat all of them, okay? you need to have space in your tummy for dinner' green says calmly as he sees honey light up happily

'yay! thanks mommy!' honey says happily and she happily hugs green

green hugs honey back then gives her a kiss on her forehead making her giggle happily, she then runs off upstairs and green goes over to orange holding out the left over coins that were in the net

'she can have the rest of these tomorrow' green says ash he goes into the kitchen to put the coins in the fridge

once the coin were on the top shelf in the fridge door, green goes back over to orange and orange smiles at him as he pushes himself up from the door frame

'i knew getting those chocolate coins for her was a good idea' orange says happily and green nods agreeing with him

suddenly, honey come back down the stairs and she goes over to green and orange where she hands one coin to green and 2 to orange leaving her with one

'for you!' honey says happily as she hands out the chocolate coins to her parents

'aww! thanks honey!' green says happily as he takes his chocolate coin from honey

'yeah, thanks honey bear!' orange adds and he eats his chocolate coin after taking the foil off

honey smiles happily and she runs off back upstairs with her one coin she going to eat in her room, when honey gets to her room, she takes the foil off her coin with a bit of difficulty but once she did it, she sticks the chocolate in her mouth and she hums happily on how good it tasted, a few hours later and it was bedtime but honey couldn't sleep, she came out of her room and she went to see if she could find either green or orange, she ends up finding green in the living room getting ready to head up to bed and she goes over to him

'honey? what's the matter?' green says seeing honey and she rub her right none exsitence eye tiredly

'can't sleep' honey says and green felt bad for her as he picks her up

'do you want me to sing you a lullaby?' green says calmly as he knows that his lullaby usually put honey and even orange to sleep

'yeah...' honey says as she is pulled into green's arms feeling safe

green starts singing his lullaby and it seem to be working for honey as she starts going to sleep, green smiles as he keeps singing and he slowly walks honey upstairs to her room as he kept singing, he soon reaches honey's room and he looks down to see that honey had now fallen asleep making him smile and he finishes the lullaby as he slowly places honey in her bed, he gives honey her teddy bear then he kisses her on the forehead making her smile a little

'goodnight, honey bun' green says calmly but happily and he heads to the door

he looks in on honey to see her still asleep then he shuts the door leaving it a little open as he heads to his and orange's room, he goes in seeing that orange was awake reading book and he smiles when he sees green walk in

'you okay?' orange asks green as he puts his book down as he watches green get into bed next to him

'yeah, just tired' green replies tiredly and he yawn after talking

'good night, love' orange says calmly and he has a quick kiss with green on his none exsitence lips before the pair settle down to sleep which was quite easy for them.

The End

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director-yomi-hellsmile · 13 days ago

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anyway fuck misophonia i can't do anything in this house apparently. considering murder whenever anybody drinks a bit too loud. i cannot eat in the same room as other people, i always just eat dinner on a desk in my room with the door closed and that's fine by me actually, when thats not an option and i don't really have anywhere else to hide I go to the bathroom until the Sound stops. Sometimes I just want to eat something however somebody else also does and all the rooms are taken so I gotta put down my damn sandwich somewhere and go to the bathroom again and sit there for 10 minutes until they finish so I can eat my damn sandwich. It doesn't matter whether I was first actually or anything, whenever someone else wants to eat there it doesn't matter that I'm here I always need to leave and wait until they're done so I can resume eating my Damn Sandwich. I just wanted to eat my Damn Sandwich can't you wait a bit. Also my brother has vocal tics that also set it off which isn't his fault or anything it just greatly increases the number of rooms I need to immediately leave and go Hide In The Bathroom Until He Goes Somewhere Else. However there is also great malice in his heart and he has noticed which sounds make me start screaming in pain so often he comes up to me and starts making them on purpose to have a laugh because me being upset is Funny. So I don't even have an idea whether he's actually ticcing at the time or trying to subtly tell me to get out and if its the latter then it's working because I will indeed obediently leave the room and go Hide In The Bathroom Or Perhaps Another Room If The Lord Is Generous And It Is Not Currently Taken. Sometimes I'm having a great time on my puter doing fuck all then my mom decides she wants a snack and I need to leave my seat immediately and go Hide In The Bathroom until she finishes. Restaurants have great food but they're also so so evil. Earplugs are my best friend they make my ears hurt and bleed sometimes. Also the neighbors are drilling. And you wonder why I'm evil and fucked up

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zero-insignificance · 2 months ago

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DND Recap: Hopscotch

Cast Includes: Rose the DM, Bob (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, Zara, and Lanwel + guest starring Alfie!

We see a massive underground factory. And an office.

There is machinery everywhere and Zara and Bob enter, Bob muttering how this is some horror movie bullshit and that he Truk are going to die first since they're minorities. These machines dispense toxins into the air intermittently.

Rose: Brick you fucking nerd. Shut the McFuck up.

There is a massive computer with two domish tanks

Zara: Computer. Me: Puter. How to put the Joker in the phantom zone?

There are brains in the tank. Frederick is the name of one of the brains Brain 1: Fredrick! We have guests! Fredrick: Huh? Oh hello! Zara: *is getting bad vibes* Bob: *uncomfy* Hello! We were told that we would find the friends of a Micheal Whitmore here? Brains: >:O You will not find friends of him here. Zara: *BAD VIBES* uh... Truk: *stepping in cuz Bob can't lie* We just wish to learn more about him! Brains: Oh that's okay! You must be so tired from your journey! We don't get a whole lot of visitors to our island dontcha know? There's food and you can rest and feel free to check everything out! We are allowed to explore the facility.

Zara finds the generator room. Note has been made of that. Truk is staring at the computer.

Truk: Can you please leave me for a moment? Lanwel: Can I ask why? Truk: No. Lanwel: ever candid i see.

He walks up to the computer and asks who they are, and one is Debby and the other is Fredrick

They know that they are horcruxes. They volunteered to become horcruxes to spite Micheal (cuz HE'S A GRUB-) They don’t care about the fact that they’re keeping Patrick’s soul from him. Truk: Oooooh... You’re those kind of people! Bitches. Brains: We’re going to have quite the disagreement, aren’t we. Truk: Yes we are. Brains: ... Truk: OH you’re going to kill me in a way so you can’t be blamed. Brains: Your legs must hurt from jumping to conclusions. Truk: Oh yes, they hurt horribly. Me: arthritis. Truk gets hit by a dart. And he is injected by a very powerful magic-based hallucination that combines a whole bunch of chemicals and shit together so every single person looks like they’re his greatest enemies. Lanwel asks if Truk is okay, and he freezes seeing Betty White and immediately rages. He lunges and the attack hits.

Lanwel: CONTROL YOURSELF, KING.

Zara and Bob hear the commotion and Bob teleports them there. Patrick is lost and will show up after one round of combat.

Bob looks at Truk with his Master's Degree in Psychology and deuces that this is not normal behavior and sees the puncture mark and the black veins spreading and immediately looks for a dart or a needle and spots the dart under the couch and uses his telekinesis to snatch it. And starts the process of figuring out what it is and what the antidote would be and to make said antidote. This will take 3 rounds of combat

Truk is time stopped by Zara. Truk is frozen for 2 rounds of combat.

Rose: I didn’t expect you guys to think this through. Lanwel casts wall of fire around Bob to keep him safe

Bob got a nat 20 and cuts down the number of rounds he needs to study the dart by one.

Bragar is just like “wow i did not know you could work together so flawlessly.” Zara leads Bragar to the generator.

We got a blooper reel cuz Zara's player is just screwing up the lines. 3 takes Zara: ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, I’M GOING TO CUT THE POWER. READY UP Lanwel: Understood! Zara gats a mental thumbs up from bob cuz telepathy

“To turn off the generator, input the code CAKE”

3, 2, 1 *click*

The wall of fire erupts around bob, cornering him in a safe space

Truk tries to attack Patrick and fails and he shout "THOZALL:

Patrick boops Truk.

Patrick: Why did you yell out Thozall? Truk: YOU ARE THOZALL Patrick: No this is Patrick Truk fails the constitution save

Zara finishes typing in the code and a cake descends. “The Cake is a Lie” They’re grappled by mechanical arms. There is a flame thrower It fires and Bragar shields Zara from the flames and Zara teleports them out and Zara is like "Bragar. You need to stop sacrificing yourself for me."

Meanwhile outside of the brain chamber. Lanwel: Goodnight little king. *arrow pew* Lanwel's Player: Somebody count for me. It's a crit. Me: On it. *post rolls multiplied by two* Holy shit.

198 damage on a critical hit.

Bob makes another medicine check and he's done it! Bob: BOOMSHAKALAKA! I DID IT! Lanwel checks on him and he says he did it! Bob attaches a dart to one of Lanwel’s arrows (40 on medicine check) and gives her bardic inspiration.

Bragar comes out of left field and tackles Truk.

Bob smacks Truk with his unseelie scepter dealing d8 + 5 bludgeoning damage plus 6d6 psychic damage, distracting Truk so Lanwel gets advantage and she lands the hit injecting the antidote.

Zara is pissed and summons Hades. “You owe me a debt and I call on it. If you kill these brains, I owe you.” Hades: Do you guys like dogs? Bob: I love puppies! Hades goes overkill. He summons Cerberus. Cerberus eats the brains. Bob is like "good puppy!" then Cerberus dies. Explodes. The brains are fine.

Bob opens a portal and pulls out Alfie who is currently about 1 week sober from relapse number 3 of alcoholism and is like "We need to kill this- They killed CERBIE-"

Hades is gripping onto Cerbie’s collar and crying. Alfie reaches into a portal and brings him back with the spell that saves people in their last moments. He taps Hades’s shoulder and he’s like “Not now, bird-” and Alfie holds up Cerbie who is alive and well. And Hades laughs. “You always surprise me. That’s what, 17 debts now?” “We’re friends.” Alfie is just a good person.

We all attack at the same time.

The brains turn into Ink. And the party is enveloped by darkness. It isn’t magic You can see your party members, but we cannot reach each other. We are each on a platform about 5 by 5, and each platform is 15 feet away from each other. Those who can fly find it difficult to do so. Like the air is too thin to gain traction. Any gods find that their powers are stifled. Alfie feels the same.

Alfie has temporarily joined the party. He still has his gravity magic. It was never an eldritch god thing. It’s just a him thing and the black eyes are a result of scared lineage.

Radiant damage is halved in this place

We are split up into 3 groups.

Alfie, Truk and Lanwel (The Elder Gods and the baby boi)

Bragar and Bob (b bois/trauma twins)

Patrick and Zara (frenemies)

“So, you've fought other foes. You’ve even fought each other. But have you fought your past?” And each person sees dead loved ones in front of them. And Alfie is fresh off the death of Fluffy Scruffington who was killed in The Ending of the End part 2 of my little pony friendship

Truk's player: No... Fluffy's dead? Me: Yep.

Bob knows that Fluffy is dead. The last dream therapy session Bob had with Alfie was reversed. Bob gave Alfie grief counseling cuz friendship.

#dnd #dungeons and dumbasses #dungeons and dragons

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nobodywritingao3 · 8 months ago

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I think people have been assuming the OIAR is of the eye like the magnus institute was but I don't think it is. Jon and Martin are trapped in the puters and they are of the eye, so it makes sense that they have access to seeing all this information but the actual office workers (Sam, Alice, Gwen, Colin, Lena, not really Celia though) seem more aligned with the Web. people have already been pointing out how sam can easily manipulate alice into getting off his back about celia. and the interview? where lena tries to dissuade people from joining unless they press? alice pointed out how manipulative that was. and speaking of alice, she always uses humor to deflect from her emotions and avoid the fact that the OIAR is likely an evil entity. colin hasn't had much screen time but the last time we saw him he was telling celia to lie to her new coworkers about the fact that he was on the terminals. gwen blackmailed her boss and is always trying to control and micro manage her peers. celia seems the least manipulative, the most focused on finding the truth of what is happening and she isn't really from here. idk. food for thought. I don't think we're dealing with the eye anymore folks.

#tmagp theory

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saybees · 3 years ago

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I think I mixed the colour too blue and too dark. Oops. It'll probably be a weird colour, but we will see. I very much don't feel any motivation to do any school work today, so I honestly doubt I'm getting anything done today, which is maybe not good because tomorrow we are going to the city for a couple days. Oh well.

#personal text #nothing feels urgent enough #but at the same time i only have 2 months to finish #but then again all i'm doing is the bare minimum #so just finish a few assignments and write a few exams and that's it #which in 2 months should be easy #so idk #i don't know how to kick my ass into just doing it #or i'm unable to #side note: i've had a ziploc bag of treats on my desk for 3 days and puter hasn't ripped it open #maybe he's done doing that #one time he tore open a bag of teddy grahams and oscar ate them all #it was in the middle of the night #i was so mad #it was the whole bag #awful little fiends #he also one time tore open a bag of cat food that was at the top of a closet that i thought was out of his reach #nope not at all #he and oscar ate the whole bag by the time i got home #was very mad at that one too #now i am very careful about where i keep food #which is probably good because i'm getting a lab

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ravenekrops · 3 years ago

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yo, i love raz! would he like a burger? my treat! :D I hope he's ok?? if he has something to do with the carcass it's a self defense your honor. hopefully (btw hii im a returning anon from your art blog, what's up? :3)

oh he would LOVE a burger, in fact the local fast food restaurant staff are the first guys in town that get to see him around regularly!

an anecdote: the first time he met the local teens during Halloween he was treating himself to a specially meaty one and the teens mistook the ketchup on his face for blood in the dark lol

the carcass was probably a deer or something like that, it was ripped open and none of the forest guards could identify the claw and bite marks on it. strange, hm?

(HELLO ANON, WELCOME BACK!!! i am SO HAPPY you enjoy my stuff!! sometimes the lack of interest brings me down a bit and i lose energy to share about my blorbos so your ask got me in a very appropiate time! i am very, very glad that you're here and that you sent this message, so thanks a lot!!)

i have some other scenes rotating in my head that i'll get to write once i have time to sit down at my puter and put some order to them, so i hope you're following me in case you want more of him! :3

i'm thinking... Raz may not be his birthname but he likes the ring it has to it so he tells everyone he meets to call him that. that means i gotta give him a birthname and a bit of backstory... i really want to adapt Rask'r's backstory to a modern setting but at the same time i'm starting to notice that he's becoming suspiciously similar to another OC i have (Ryan Drake) so i gotta be careful with that lol- ALSO ALSO i am VERY excited to sit down and give him a design! i have so many thoughts about him in my head but rn i'm busy doing life stuff aaaaahdksgskshs-

#chatter #about OCs #Rask'r #Raz #again thanks a lot for bothering to write me an ask! really means a lot to me

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years ago

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Go to the ends of the earth for you - Part 5

And it's finished. What was a oneshot redo of *that* episode turned into a series. Thank you for all the lovely comments and I hope the final part lives up to the rest.

(AO3 link)

The next morning he leaves Seb with Vic and heads up to the surgery. Robert’s meeting his Gran’s solicitor again so he hopefully won’t ever have to know about any of this . It feels like a lifetime since he lived here, since he felt he could turn to Paddy and know he’d always be there for him.

“Aaron. What are you doing here?” Belle’s smiling as he walks in and he nods.

“Paddy in?”

“He’s just finishing up with a patient but he’s got a few minutes after that.”

“That’s all I’ll need. You might want to get a coffee while we chat.” Belle raises her eyebrows but nods. It’s well known what’s happened between him and Paddy and Belle knows more than most having listened to him a lot while Robert was away and she’d been helping with Seb.

It’s not even five minutes before Paddy sees out a young woman with a yapping dog, stuttering when he sees Aaron waiting. Belle hands him a few messages before she all but bolts out of the door.

“Aaron…I didn’t…how are you?”

“I’d be a lot better if you’d keep your mouth shut about Robert.” He watches as Paddy struggles to find a response. “Don’t bother trying to deny it. I know you’ve been sounding off to all and sundry about him.”

“He’s bad for you Aaron, the sooner you see that the better. He’s turned you against your family, don’t you see that.”

“Oh not this again! Paddy, I married him twice! I went on the run for him. I know everything there is to know about him, and I love him. You and Mum are the only ones with a problem. Everyone else is happy for us.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists clenched and he blows out a breath. “I’m not getting into this again, I just came to tell you to stop.”

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”

“I can when my four year old is in tears because he heard you, when he thinks his Dad will be sad because of you. I don’t care what you think anymore, but I will not have that little boy upset.”

“Aaron.” It’s so quiet he barely hears it in his anger but Paddy’s scoff of disgust has him turning to see Robert in the entrance to the surgery. “Leave it, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. I’m not havin’ him talking about you like that, or Seb hearing it.” He turns back to Paddy. “Just leave us alone, and keep your opinions to yourself around my son.” He stalks out, leaving Robert to catch him up.

“Oi, hang on. Aaron, wait.” Finally he stops, staring into space, not meeting Robert’s eyes. He couldn’t work out if he was angry at him or not. “What was that about.”

“Seb. He…last night he was upset because he’d heard Paddy talking, spouting the same nonsense about you. He didn’t want to go to nursery because he thought you’d be sad.” Robert doesn’t say anything, just stares at the ground. “He’s fine now. I told him I’d sort it.”

“This is all my fault, isn’t it? Seb shouldn’t be worrying about me. He’s four!”

“Yeah and he loves his Dad. None of this is your fault. It’s his.” He jerks his head towards the surgery. “His and Mum’s for being so blind that they can’t see how great you are, how much better my life is because of you.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He shrugs. “I mean it. Anyone else would’ve washed their hands of me ages ago and here you are going all Rambo on me and all but threatening Paddy.”

“Pfft, I didn’t threaten him. Anyway how did you know where I was.”

“Solicitor changed the meeting. I saw Belle in the cafe and yes you pretty much did. You do realise he’s just going to hate me all the more now.”

“Yeah well, we won’t be here forever will we?” They’d all but decided they were definitely moving, it was just a case of getting everything sorted and waiting out Robert’s time on license. “And don’t go all they’re your family on me. If they cared about that then they’d be on my side. You’re my family, you and Seb, you’re all I need…and I think I want to go get our son and get out of this place for the day. What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me. I love you, you know.”

“I know. Love you too. Now come on."

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“You know this isn’t bad.” Robert told him after the first mouthful. He’d cooked something a bit more complicated than usual after their day out. They’d taken Seb to the local petting zoo, even though most of the animals could be found up at Moira’s farm. He’d loved it, and hadn’t wanted to leave even though he was already tired and starting to fall asleep in Robert’s arms. Now all they had to do was get him fed and in bed. Seb really wasn’t one for complicated dishes, he’d live on dinosaur nuggets if he could, but getting him to help cook every so often had meant he promised to at least try new food.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well you admit yourself that cooking isn’t your thing.”

“Dada learned with Uncle Marlon, on the ‘puter.” Seb pipes up, mouth full of pasta.

“Oi, close your mouth, you heathen and that was meant to be a secret.”

“You took cooking lessons?” Robert’s far too amused and Aaron childishly feels like flicking a piece of pasta at him to shut him up.

“There was a poster in the cafe, Marlon was doing these online lessons so I gave it a go. The kid needed feeding.” He tells him, tickling Seb and making him giggle. “I’m quite happy to pass the cooking back over to you now.”

Later when Seb’s finally in bed they can talk. The little boy is like a sponge, soaking up everything anyone says so they’re learning to leave any important conversations until he’s out of earshot. He’s stretched out on the sofa, Robert beside him and it’s just nice to be able to sit together and not have to say anything.

“I was thinking…about the house.” He’s not sure how to broach the subject, Robert’s been reluctant to talk about it since they’d got home from the solicitor’s office.

“Mmm, and what did you thunk?”

“Idiot. We always mention France when we talk about leaving, but we don’t have to go there…if you wanted to keep it.”

“You want to live in my Gran’s house?” Aaron can’t make out if he’s angry or not. “And what would we do for work?”

“Well last I checked they did actually drive cars in Spain. We’ve got the haulage, maybe you could open up an office there. I don’t know, it was just a thought.”

“You mean it don’t you?”

“I’m not fussed where we live. All I’m saying is, we don’t have to live in France. If you wanted to keep the house we could use it, at least for a while. Or if you want to sell it, then it doesn’t matter. You’ve not said anything about it.”

“I still don’t know why she left it to me. I never went there. She moved after the last time I visited, and well…”

“She loved ya. I know your family is…complicated but she was your Gran and if she wanted you to have it then just accept that it’s what she wanted.”

“I know…it’s just…” He twists so he’s facing him. “It’d solve a lot of problems though wouldn’t it, living there, or using the money.”

“Well it’d save me having to face Liv at the very least. Do you know anything about it, is it even suitable for the three of us?”

“Hang on.” He struggles to his feet, legs tangled with Aaron’s. “The solicitor gave me some details, there’s photos.”

He hands them to Aaron before settling back down beside him. He’d barely looked at them when he’d been given them, still a little stunned at the whole business. The house looked nice though, the decor wasn’t his taste but it would be easy enough to update. There was plenty of room and it was only a stone’s throw from the beach. Seb would love it.

“What do you think?”

“Looks nice. We could give it some thought, maybe go out there for a few days to see. You should be able to do that yeah?”

“I can find out. Be nice to get away for a few days, just the three of us.” He sighs. “You’re really sure aren’t you? I know I keep asking but…don’t just agree to this move for me. It has to be what you really want.”

“It is. I mean it. I want this to be a new start, me, you and Seb. Away from everything.”

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“Where’s Sugden then?” Cain asks him the next day. They’re in the pub for lunch, tucked away in the corner where he can at least pretend his Mum isn’t watching his every move with that now familiar look on her face.

“He had a meeting. He should be here in a minute.”

“And he’s alright, being out and that.” He looked up from his pint, expecting Cain to be teasing or something but he genuinely looks concerned.

“He’s getting there.”

“Who’s getting where?” Robert asks, having snuck up on them, slipping into the seat beside Aaron, kissing him hello.

“Cain was just asking how you were getting on. So, how did it go.”

“It’s fine. We can go, just for a few days.”

“Where are you off to?”

“We’re going to take a look at the house his Gran left him. In Spain.”

“Nice. You going to let it out then? Should fetch in a bit.” Aaron rolls his eyes, not really knowing how to answer. He looks at Robert, a silent conversation, before he answers.

“We’re thinking of living there.”

“What!” He jumps at his Mum’s voice right behind him and wants to kick himself.

“You heard.”

“So he’s not only causing trouble between you and your family, now he’s dragging you away from the village. Again!” Aaron can see Cain rolling his eyes at his sister and he opens his mouth to answer but she’s not finished. “You just can’t help yourself can you. All along you’ve been causing trouble and now you’re taking him from me.”

“Mum…” He starts but Robert puts a hand on his shoulder as he gets to his feet.

“You know what Chas, I’ve had about enough. Since Aaron and I got together properly I’ve done nothing but try and fit in with you and your family. I’ve done your accounts for nothing, helped behind the bar and goodness knows what else. I looked after Noah as well as Liv when you and Charity both went off to Prague with Sarah. I’ve bit my tongue every time you’ve had a little dig at me since we got back together even though you and Paddy have both cheated before. I know I’ve made mistakes, some I can’t ever make up for. I know that, but you, and Paddy haven’t even given me a chance.”

“Now wait a minute.”

“No, you wait. My wedding day, I had Paddy calling me Mr Shifty, the day I proposed he said I was the worst possible person for Aaron. You might have put on a front for everyone else but I heard the comments, I know what you think of me. Frankly I don’t care. I do care when it affects my son, when it affects my husband.”

“And just how is dragging him off to Spain going to help that.”

“I’m not dragging him anywhere. It was his idea. I would’ve stayed here, put up with it all just so he could have his Mum around, because I know what it’s like not to have one, to not have that person to turn to. But you decided to cut him off when we went to France, to constantly badger him about me when he got back, and now you wonder why he doesn’t want to be here anymore. The only one ruining your relationship is you.” Aaron takes his hand as he sits down, letting him know with his eyes just how proud he is.

“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” She turns to Cain who hasn’t moved.

“What do you expect me to do? He hasn’t said anything that’s untrue. Seems to me you and that husband of yours could do with remembering that Aaron’s an adult, not Eve’s age. Now, can I finish my pint in peace?”

Aaron manages to wait until she’s flounced back behind the bar before sniggering at his uncle. “You’re brave.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it. You listen to me, I reckon you’re doing the right thing, getting away from here and everything that’s gone on. Right proud of you I am. I know you’ll be well looked after.”

“Is that a compliment Cain?” Robert pipes up.

“You just mind you look after ‘im. I’m only a plane ride away if you don’t.”

“When you’ve quite finished, you just told Mum I’m an adult.”

“Never hurts to have a backup though does it.”

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The day had finally come. Robert was no longer on license and they were free to leave the village. Aaron had got up early, wanting one last walk around the village. He’d left Robert a note, not wanting to wake him, and he found himself in the graveyard, staring down at Jackson’s grave. It seemed a lifetime ago, back when he was a different person, one who really didn’t understand love, that love would make you go to the ends of the earth for someone.

He wanders a bit further, passing by Jack’s grave with barely a glance, stopping at Sarah’s, the mother-in-law he wished he’d been able to know. He had a feeling she’d be waving them off perfectly happy if she were here. Unlike his Mum, he sighed to himself. Part of him wished they could’ve parted on good terms, or at least speaking to each other, but she’d ignored him completely since the day in the pub, her decision made.

“I’ll look after him I promise.”

“This a private conversation or can we join you?” He turns to see Robert smiling at him, Seb in his arms still looking sleepy. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just…having a last look round.”

“We can still visit you know. It’s not like before.”

“I know. Couldn’t sleep.” He looks at his watch. “We should get some breakfast or we’ll be rushing around. Why don’t you take him to the cafe and get what we want and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Is this how it’s going to be now?”

“Mmm, just one more place I need to go.” He kissed him, smiling as he walked away, waiting until they were out of sight before changing direction to the garage.

Robert’s car had been left at a service station when they’d gone on the run, and he knew he regretted leaving it behind even if it was too rare to be any good to them, too likely to be spotted. Even though they’d never expected to come home he’d asked Cain to fetch it and keep it for him just in case. Ever since they’d come back he’d been working on it, making sure it was as good as it could be before surprising Robert with it. They were flying to Spain but Cain had been convinced to drive it over with the offer of a few days holiday.

He’s sat on the bonnet outside the house when Robert comes round the corner, holding onto their breakfast with one hand and Seb with the other and he stops when he sees him.

“Surprise!”

“What…how?” Aaron picks Seb up and sits him down beside him as Robert just stands there staring.

“I know how much you love this car. Cain’s going to drive it over in a week or so when we’re settled.”

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“Shut up.”

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“You take care now love, you hear me, and keep in touch!”

“Yes Gran, promise.” He hugs her, she was really the only one he was going to miss and he and Robert had already talked about inviting her over when they were settled in.

“We should go if we don’t want to be late.” Robert tells him, having got Seb settled in his car seat. He’d said his goodbyes to Diane and Vic before, while Aaron had taken his car back to the garage.

“Yeah.” He can’t help but look towards the pub, maybe a small part of him hoping that they’d get over it and come and say goodbye. The place was all closed up though and he sighed. “Right, well, see you Gran.”

He takes Robert’s hand when he gets in, waving one last time. “Ready?”

“Let’s go.” As they drove away he realised it was the first time he was willingly and happily leaving the village, same for Robert. This time it was for the best, for both of them, and they had no one chasing them, they knew that one day if they wanted they could always come back. For now though they had a whole new life to look forward to.

#robron fic #i couldn't fit liv in #or much vic and diane #but i had to have a chas and robert 'discussion'#enjoy #enjoy what we have

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adenei · 4 years ago

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Can you write a post-war Ron/George moment, please? 😌

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask. Ron & George moment, coming right up!

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A New Partner

It was a busy, yet successful reopening day at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. George had been occupied with making sure customers were happy and finding everything they needed, and monitoring his staff members. Things were very strange not having Fred there. He was always the one with the big ideas, and George was the one to make things work. Luckily, George still had the list that contained their dreams of upcoming products that he’d be able to develop in the future.

George had closed and locked the door after the last of the staff members had left for the day, and he took a deep breath, knowing he’d need to go check inventory and see what would need to be restocked before opening tomorrow. When he got to the room, however, he noticed that the lights were on, and Ron was still there taking care of it.

There was an immense wave of appreciation that flooded through George then for his younger brother. After Fred had died, all of his other family members were suffocating. Constantly asking if he was okay, checking in on him to make sure he was alright. Attempting to keep him busy so he didn’t have to think about it. George hated every second of all of it. Sometimes you just needed some time alone, and Ron always left him alone.

It wasn’t like Ron was ignoring him, it was actually quite the opposite. Ron would do things that George didn’t even realize needed to be done to help his brother out, like right now. Sometimes Ron would see him with the open bottle of firewhiskey and grab a glass to join him. He was the silent helper that George didn’t know he needed.

“That was always Fred’s responsibility, you know,” George said as he entered the room and sat on the edge of the table he and Fred spent countless hours creating new products at.

“I remember,” Ron said without looking up. “He’d always said how much you hated it.”

“You don’t have to do it,” George told him.

“I don’t mind,” Ron told him. “I like this sort of work, too.”

George sat there quietly while Ron continued working through the list. When Ron got through the page he looked up at his brother. “Hermione was telling me about this thing in the muggle world, called a computer I think. There are programs to help you keep track of how much there is of one item, and will tell you when you’re getting low, so you don’t have to go through and do this manually every night. She’d be more than willing to help you out with it.”

“Sounds interesting. Who would run it though? She’s going back to Hogwarts soon.” George asked him, always seeing the hole in the idea.

“Reckon I could learn it. Probably wouldn’t be too hard. You could always hire a Muggleborn, too. They’d be able to help when I’m not here.”

George contemplated his brother and an idea formed in his head. “You know, I could use a new partner for the shop….” Ron looked up at him in disbelief, and George could tell exactly what he was thinking. “It’s not like you’d replace Fred or anything, but you’re good with that sort of stuff like he was. I’ll need someone to help with the books and the stuff I really could care less about. It would give me more time to create new products when I’m ready to get back into it.”

“I just committed to the Aurors…” Ron said pensively. George could tell he didn’t want to let him down.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be full time at first. You said yourself, Hermione can help with the puter or whatever, and that sort of stuff wouldn’t be something I’d need you for all the time. I know the Aurors have always been your dream, and I’m not trying to take you away from that.”

“Would you pay me?” Ron raised an eyebrow as he asked him.

George burst out laughing. He was genuinely laughing. “Of course I would! I’m not that bad.”

Ron gave him a look, remembering when he was on the receiving end of countless pranks, whether he wanted to be or not. “I had to ask..”

“I know, I know. So what d’ya think?” George asked.

“I think we could work something out.” In fairness, Ron was eager to start making his own money, and with Hermione going to Hogwarts for a full year, he’d also need something else to keep him busy so he wasn’t trying to sneak into the castle every other day to see her.

“Brilliant,” George said smiling. They both knew how rare an occurrence that was lately.

“Thanks, George,” Ron said as he set the clipboard down. “That’s all set. I marked out what needs to be restocked in the morning.”

“Nah, thank you, Ron.” George said sincerely.

“For what?” Ron said.

“Just...knowing what I needed, I guess. Including all this.”

“It’s nothing. I can tell how annoyed you get when the family starts smothering...I get it,” Ron shrugged his shoulders. “Want to get going? I’m starving.”

“For food or Hermione?” George asked with a wicked grin on his face. Ron walked by him towards the floo without responding. It was good to have a small part of the old George back.

#Ron Weasley #george weasley #www

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sian22redux · 5 years ago

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A Puppy in the Family-ch 2

Finally! @theycallmebecca has been so patient. Travelling for work this month is done and I can concentrate. This has taken so long it is consolation for her and @nomadicpixel ‘s Bosox and my Indians being out (:( how many injuries can one team take). Here you go my dear. Fenway and Dodger await the big day! Boy are they in for a surprise.

You can find Chapter 1 here. Rated G--for gooey tooth-rotting fluff. (Don’t say you haven’t been warned) and real warning: Mild description of labour pains. Jealousy. Vague comments about new baby poop.

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It’s really puzzling how they don’t know.

The sloppy ‘brella weather has turned to sunshiny and mostly fair and we’re out for a long, slow waddle as the warm sun rays kiss my fur.

Dodger is trotting on ahead at the end of his bungee leash. I am circling Chris and Y/N stealthily as they walk hand in hand, trying my very best to trap them with my lead because if I do they'll have to kiss. It’s the law.

They kiss twice before we make it back to Lorel home and as I bound indoors I take a good long sniff.

Still happy. Still expecting. Really expecting in fact. Y/N is pink-cheeked and pretty and even, I think, a little rounder in the tummy. She is working from the household today. Usually my mission is to allow as little wurk as possible, but not these days. Chris is home and she wants to be ‘fficient’, keep wurk quick while he reads a top secret Superhero script (for a superhero he sure gets banged up a lot).

I am good. I give her time, and though she says she’ll “stop soon” her wurk must be fun. She talks excitedly on the phone a lot, tapping on the ‘puter. Dodger, who says it’s boring, sneaks up on the big white couch to keep Chris’s bare feet warm. I do have a strategy. I flop over to show my better side and think really hard.

But still she doesn’t get it.

For some weird reason when her smell gets strong it makes her sleepy. Dodger and Chris catch her snoozling after wurk and Chris stands there, hands on hips, brows crashed together. “Babe, you ok?”

Y/N yawns and sleepily pats my head. “Yeah. It’s just a little bit too much right now, you know?”

Chris isn’t sure he knows. He worries. A lot. It’s the job of the alpha dad. “Maybe,” he frowns, sitting down on a sliver of couch to put a hand on her head. “You sure you aren’t getting sick?”

Sick??? Good grief. <Expecting!!!!!!> I yip, a bit louder than maybe I should but its making me crazy because they don’t know!

This goes on for weeks. Y/N snoozles at funny times and Chris frowns and frets and sometimes he completely forgets to throw Dodger’s frisbee. I don’t know how much Dodger or I can take but finally, finally, Y/N goes into the bedroom bathroom and comes out through the screen.

She’s waving a little white wand (it’s far too small for cooling much) and trying hard to speak through tumbling tears and then Chris is crying too.

“For real?” he asks. He’s brushing the tears off her cheeks and I can smell him panicking and happy and well, everything.

“A baby?”

Y/N just nods cuz her words are watered out. Chris is crying and laughing and hugging her so hard. “A baby! Oh my god this is best birthday present ever!”

It is his birthday-- I know cuz there is cake where I shouldn’t touch. Both Y/N and Chris are talking quick and excited and he spins her faster than even a duper hug before setting her down so gentle and apologizing.

She says it is ok. Dodger and I wag our tails but we are most definitely ignored.

<That’s how it is going to be.>

<Yup. Bitch gets all the attention and extra food.>

He’s right. In the weeks to come it seems they talk super fast all the time. It’s a little exhausting. And mysterious.

I’m not sure why this is, but now there’s a picture of a tadpole on the fridge.

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Then, we wait.

Growing human puppies takes a really, really long time.

Chris is happy and stressed and angsty a bit like me. Y/N is happy and sleepy and a little loopy. The best thing I can do is watch. I set the perimeter threat to grey and investigate every little thing that moves. Or doesn’t. The grape under the fridge stays there for weeks getting drier and smaller each time I check. It hasn’t moved so I think that it’s ok, but the big yellow floppy moth that infiltrates the household is another thing. It doesn’t seem to want any trouble and I think it may be lonely, so I follow it around, slowly and carefully, waiting to make friends.

Much of the next hot months are spent outside by the pool. I decide that petting lazily with a foot only counts as half so I try to climb onto Chris’s lap (not Y/N’s. I don’t want to squash the puppy).

“Fenway! You great big oaf. You don’t fit!” Chris laughs but I do! It’s magic. Dodger corners a red squirrel in the tree and it chitters down at him from halfway up. I race over to help but I am too big to leap so high. I wave my frondy tail while Dodger almost gets it.

These are mostly good times. The great thing about puppy waiting is that we get waffles more. And ice cream. And cinnamon bunds. The not so great thing is that the hoomans feel angsty and a little confused at times.

Sometimes I will go outside only to realize it is inside that I wanted all along. Y/N’s like that, she doesn’t know what she wants or not. Those nights we are out in the car late at night with Chris. The days she knows—she really knows.

Ice cream is good but not coffee. Or orange juice. And definitely not eggs.

Puppy waiting is Not Quick. 68 days. So many X’s. Y/N gets wider and tireder. She’s sick, and grumpy, and weepy, and there are days we (and Chris) just didn’t know what to do. Dodger and I try to pretend we need to tell a secret and when Y/N leans in close, we lick her ear instead. That makes her smile, but only for a while. Sometimes my snuggles help and sometimes I make her too hot and sometimes I make it worse. I may be bigger (almost full grown!) but my desire to be held is constant.

“Fenway.”

“Fenway!”

“Fenway!!”

When Y’N’s weepy I put my snout upon her lap and wuff out warm happy breath while she strokes my fur. I will look up to be sure it’s working and get confused because it makes her cry more.

Dodger sighs and thumps his tail on the carpet. <Don’t worry, Fenway. It’s ‘mones.>

Oh. The things that Chris says (when we have snuck away to the park) make her grumpy too.

They are very powerful. When she’s grumpy I bring her my squeaky hotdog, and blanket, and then, cuz I am getting really worried, my comb. She brushes all my fur hard and sleeks the feathers in my tail but it never works for long.

I don’t get it and Chris doesn’t either but he keeps trying

I don’t always work but neither do the duper hugs.

One time she even barked at him.

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The too too hot summer, becomes just hot fall. I have toasted my coat enough. It’s the time of parties and mmmm pumpkin and TIFF (whatever that is).

At the Hello ‘Ween party Y/N the Witch bumps into Jeremy’s back (he’s just himself cuz time) with her tum. She blushes red like a tomato and Jeremy laughs and says

“You’re just like Fenway. He doesn’t know where his body is either.”

(I yip ‘oopsie’ but secretly I am proud.)

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After that things change really FAST.

Y/N and Chris go out for ‘classes’ and sometimes when they get home, Y/N goes right to bed (it takes energy to make a puppy) and Chris takes his fancy glass and fancy yellow water and sits down on the ‘ounge chair. He looks kinda scared and kinda worried, sighing a little bit, just looking at the moon

I sit down beside and lean in hard as I can, thinking <everything. is going to be alright. Because guess I love you.>

“Thanks pal.”

The second office gets made over into the puppy’s room. It’s white and bright and has lots of small colours everywhere. I knock over a packing box—<oopsie> that holds a tall thing that looks like a robot.

“Yikes,” says Chris. “Better you do that now than when it’s full.

Full? Of what?!

No one answers. Dodger doesn’t know. He’s trying to help by biting at the packing tape and I take the other end.

Y/N is exasperated. “FENWAY you are NOT HELPING!”

I go lie by the door and supervise, crossing my paws cuz i’ figure feeling fancy will make the moving faster.

The Baby’s room has SO MUCH STUFF. There’s a sleeping jail and a travel sleeping jail; bouncing things that make noise, rattles that make noise (but nothing squeaky like my hot dog), cupboards for tiny clothes, tons and tons of tiny sausage covers. I am not sure why Chris and Y/N want their puppy covered like a sausage but they are there, white and green and I think <oh well, maybe it makes them feel comfy like my crate?>

The little socks won’t fit even on my nose.

I wander later all through the piles of stuff getting a little worried.

<Relax, Fenway> says Dodger, where he lies on his side upon the floor in front of the hallway mystery hole. (It’s our favourite place to flop cuz it blows cool air over us. It won’t be not-hot until Santa time.)

< oh yeah.> he says, scritching a sudden scratch. <A puppy can’t howl like I do with Lion. It can’t give licks like you. We’ll be teaching them everything we know.>

<Right.>

Right. I feel better and go back to watching the grape all shrivel up.

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Fri Nov 23.

It’s Y/N’s birthday month and we have good times. Chris takes us for lots of walks. Y/N sits everywhere, puppy is heavy and she has no lap. Lots of friends visit and slip us treats—its hard but somebody has to do it

One morning we wake up and there are few X’s left on the fridge. The circled big red X is days away and oh boy Y/N seems extra, extra fussy cause she washes EVERYTHING

(I hide, out of the way under the big front bush. My hotdog tastes like soap.)

Dodger is not too concerned. We trot in from the yard to find Chris pacing, hair sticking straight up and looking really stressed.

“Mom, oh god, do you think this could be it?!”

Whatever Lisa says, it helps. He waits, carefully, while Y/N cleans around and I go sit beside The Bag that’s been waiting excitedly by the front door.

<I’m ready too!> I think to them both but nothing happens.

Two more days. Ugh, two more of soap, and then, Y/N just doesn’t get up??

??!!

I follow Dodger out. Chris is in the backyard and we are pacing with him, round and round, but he’s nearly shaking, talking to everyone on the telephone and not seeming very happy.

Y/N isn’t either. We check. She’s whining sometimes, sitting in the big bed and kinda looking hot but she doesn’t want us near so we go back to the living room.

<We need a distraction.> says Dodger watching Chris pace. He hasn’t stopped and the phone may be growing into his beard.

I offer.

<Naw.. too short.>

<Frisbee?>

<Naw, too tricky.>

Dodger settles for bringing him the slobbery Bosox ball.

“Sorry pal, not now.”

Hoo boy, this is serious.

By the time I get back from burying the ball below the hedge, Y/N is up and they are walking around the back yard-- Y/N in front, Chris behind. We waddle along. I am patrolling in front for intruders and spiders cuz Chris hates them and Dodger has the rear.

We do five circuits and then we are walking shower on the path (even it is really clean) and suddenly Y/N is gasping, bending right over to her knees. (This is really hard with a big puppy up in front). Chris murmurs soothing noises and presses his big warm hands on the center of her lower back. I have no idea why, but it must help because Y’N’s whining is a little less at first, but then it changes. She’s whining and growling and keening.

Whelping sounds like it hurts.

The crisis ends. Y/N flops down on the ‘ounge chair panting hard and I lay my muzzle along her thigh, whining helpfully in sympathy, licking at her hand. I hate to see her in pain. So does Dodger.

“You’re both good boys,” she says through a small half smile.

This happens—walk-gasp-keen-flop—lots of times. We’re getting tired. Chris is getting tired. Y/N is more tired than I’ve ever seen.

Finally the two-bell sounds

Scott and his new boyfriend come right in and the friend (Dirk? why is he named for a knife?) bounces up to us and says hi while Chris carries Y/N through the hall. Scott takes The Bag and puts it in the trunk. Y/N sits up front with the seat pushed way far back, eyes closed and concentrating. She whines and Chris, who is standing in the driveway, whines too, before trying to sit down.

Scott blocks the driver seat, hand out, shaking his head.

“Nope. Give me your keys, man. You are waay too freaked out to drive.”

<You are> adds Dodger, wisely from the front step

Scott glares at Chris until he shakes himself, opens the back door and folds into the tiny backseat.

Y/N would laugh but she’s too busy gasping

Finally the biggest, most leaping, exciting day arrives.

The puppy is coming home.

My feets are a tippy tappin’. I am bouncing and so is Dodger. We know not to trip Chris up but still our hearts are way too full.

“Dodger, Fenway, down!”

We both sit at once. Y/N steps in and she looks very, very tired but so, so happy to be home. Chris has a special puppy seat and is holding it like a glass. There’s a pink blankie, and a cover and we can’t really see.

He sets the seat on the floor and crouches down, one hand in our furs to keep us back.

“Hey guys, say hi to Lily.”

What kind of name is that?

<A flower name> whispers Dodger, <because the puppy is a bitch.>

Ohhhh. It’s hard to see much of anything but pink hat and nose and wrap. I tip toe everywhere, hushed and quiet like a Good Boy, but inside I am all excited. Chris says MomLisa is coming soon, but for now it is our time.

“Hey baby” says Y/N. At the couch Chris lays her ever so gentle on Y/N’s lap lengthwise. I sniff and wiggle in excitement. She smells new and happy and good and…

then the wrappings come off.

Wut?

She’s bald.

And tiny.

And looks nothing the little person next door at Gina’s.

<Is there something wrong?> I ask Dodger anxiously. I would HATE for there to be a problem.

He thinks carefully and cocks his head. <Human puppies look a bit like Hairless Cats.>

They do? Weird. < How do you know?>

Oh. Ohhh. The Book. It is part of Y/N these days.

I am thinking maybe even Dodger doesn’t really know but it’s ok because when she gets bigger she will be our fren, and throw sticks and balls and…

It’s hard to imagine because in the weeks to come she smells milky and poopy and sometimes both.

Chris is being super careful. His hands are big. He trips over Dodger twice; loses where his feet are and we see that he is tired.

Midnight and early morning snacks for all don’t give the hoomans enough rest.

Chris gets so tired one morning he puts kibble into my water. (Actually it wasn’t so bad…so I didn’t say anything.).

Y/N never seems to put Lily down and it makes me angsty.. a bit like she doesn’t want me anymore. Dodger gets to be closer—he’s better at holding himself safe. I watch from a body length away, trying to be soo good, her big brother, littermate, but it feels a little sad.

(I did, when Y/N wasn’t looking, lick one of her little feets.)

Dodger tells me not to worry. They are so happy. There’s soft music and tons of visits and tons of presents and Dodger and I get a picture proudly sitting by her jail-bed.

Sometimes she cries and sometimes she toots and sometimes we go hours without a pat.

I am sad. And worrying. What if she doesn’t like me? What if I can’t hold still? What if she never gets big enough to play?

One day when Lily lies (just like a sausage) on a blankie (and I am near, within what Chris calls the ‘blast radius’??) I can’t take it anymore.

I Woof. Not loud, but real, because I’ve been sooo good and quiet for so long.

No one scolds.

Lily is wriggling like a wriggly worm and giggling and she smells new and fresh and I want to get a better look. I shuffle forward on my tummy, stop near her blankie’s edge where if I stretch my neck I might be close enough to lick.

I woof again. She turns her (bald!) head and looks at me. Blue eyes a little blurry, frowning as she focuses. Y/N and Chris giggle when a little (strong!) hand bops me on my nose, and I blink in surprise.

Pink wriggle-worm fingers have grabbed a hank of fur.

She holds me. Hard. Smiling and cooing. And then I know it.

I am gonna be her fren. Her fren and best protector and biggest brother. And now I am grown and better at remembering I am just right. I will give rides and warm cuddles and snuggles and…

be her everything.

I think that I’m love.

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tagging: @theycallmebecca @nomadicpixel @pegasusdragontiger @arizonapoppy @mycapt-ohcapt @3Dsaunt @heather-lynn @neutralchaos1

#dodger #fenway #apuppyinthefamily #hefollowedmehome #chris evans #x reader #baseball is life

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duckapus · 6 years ago

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Danny Phantom Ghost Origin Categorization

First, for the sake of my sanity I’ll be limiting this to things shown or said on the show. Widely accepted fanon and wiki knowledge unfortunately do not count, and as usual Butch gets no say.

The categories are as follows: Confirmed Dead, which is self-explanatory; Presumed Dead, since most of the ghosts don’t have defined backstories; Naturally Formed, which were made from the Ghost Zone’s ectoplasm without any spirit attached; Artificial, which is also self-explanatory except for a minor detail that I’ll bring up when it becomes relevant; Concepts, which are the physical manifestation of a particular idea or natural force; and Other, for ghosts that I don’t have enough context to put in the other categories. And also Boxed Lunch. Boxed Lunch is weird.

With all that said, let’s begin.

Confirmed Dead

Desiree (died of old age, trauma of broken heart created ghost form)

Sidney Poindexter (suicide)

The Dairy King (cause of death unknown, confirmed due to picture of his living form in Vlad’s mansion)

Cujo the Ghost Dog (euthanized, the only ghost known to have changed his obsession)

The Lunch Lady (cause of death unknown, confirmed due to her knowledge of Casper High’s cafeteria menu and room layout marking her as having either worked or learned there in the past)

The Flying Dutchman (cause unknown, likely drowning via shipwreck, yes I know he’s a Spongebob character but due to the Nicktoons games he and Danny have technically met, confirmed due to admitting it outright)

Danny Phantom (electrocuted by ghost portal, instantaneous, only half)

Vlad Plasmius (electrocuted by ghost portal, succumbed to wounds in hospital long afterwards, only half)

Half-ghost Jack Fenton (electrocuted by ghost portal, succumbed to wounds in hospital long afterwards, only half, exists in alternate timeline)

Hotep RA (cause unknown, confirmed due to originally serving Tucker’s ancestor/former self, Pharaoh Duulaman)

Presumed Dead

Ember McLain (likely burned to death, fears being forgotten)

The Box Ghost (likely crushed by rectangular containers, considers them powerful weapons)

Penelope Spectra (cause unknown, lives off the misery of others, masquerades as a living human)

Nicolai Technus (probably electrocution, might actually be the Concept Ghost of technology though it’s unlikely)

Youngblood (cause unknown, dislike of and inability to be seen by adults may imply neglect)

Walker and his men (likely law enforcement who fell in the line of duty)

Lydia (cause unknown, loyal to crime lord Freakshow the Ringmaster for reasons unknown)

Elastica (cause unknown, trapped under Freakshow’s control for an indeterminate amount of time)

Goliath (cause unknown, trapped under Freakshow’s control for an indeterminate amount of time)

Green Kid (cause unknown, trapped under Freakshow’s control for an indeterminate amount of time)

Ghost Writer (cause unknown, might actually be Concept Ghost of literature)

Jonny 13 and Kitty (cause unknown, likely a motorcycle accident)

Baby Face Boyle (cause unknown)

Klemper (cause unknown, very lonely)

Some background ghosts

The Kingdom of Aragon (specifically its people)

Naturally Formed

Ectopi

Other ghost animals

Blob Ghosts

Some background ghosts (look at the happy green ghost that shows up sometimes and tell me that he doesn’t look sort of like an advanced ectopus)

Skulker (it just seems that way)

Artificial

Ecto Food (Jack Fenton is making carnivorous green macaroni and cheese and will continue to make carnivorous green macaroni and cheese unless we stop him)

Danny Clones (created by Vlad using Danny’s ghost form DNA, unstable)

Dani Phantom (created by Vlad using Danny’s ghost and human form DNA, stabilized by failed prototype of ghost weakening serum created by Jack Fenton)

Shadow (an extension of Jonny 13’s power, has a will of its own)

Lydia’s tattoos (extensions of Lydia’s power)

Sleepwalkers (extensions of Nocturne’s power, I think)

Nightmerica, Femalien and Terminatra (created by Desiree due to Sam Manson unintentionally “wishing” to hurt Paulina Sanchez)

Sayonara Pussycat (created by Desiree due to Paulina wishing to be as popular as the character, extracted from host by Danny Phantom)

Tucker Phantom (created by Desiree due to Tucker wishing for ghost powers, extracted from host by the Fenton Ghost Catcher)

Dan Plasmius (created by combining Danny Phantom and Vlad Plasmius after splitting them from their human halves in an alternate timeline, exists in the current timeline due to complicated Time Stuff)

Freakshow (created via the Reality Gauntlet, existed for all of a few minutes)

And now we get into that other part I mentioned. Basically, if something has the ghostly aura (that white outline we all love so much) without being directly affected by a ghost, I register that as the thing having its own ectoplasmic field, and thus technically a ghost itself. The Fenton Exo-suit’s Phantom form doesn’t count, since it only has the aura if a ghost is piloting it. This is mostly just so I can add more things to the list, honestly

Red Huntress 2.0 (created via a combination of the Red Huntress 1.0 suit and Technus’s power, you can pry this idea from my cold dead ectoplasmicly charged hands) (note: this does not make Valerie a ghost, just her suit)

Skulker’s Body (created by Skulker; a robotic suit of armor infused with his ectoplasmic signature; motor functions, sensors, physical projectiles and flight system do not require ectoplasm to function)

Car-Puter (remote controlled robot created by Technus, I know it’s from Phantom Planet but it was really cool guys)

The Sphinx (I think. Maybe. It seemed that way at least)

The Flying Dutchman’s Ship (an echo of his original, currently wrecked ship)

Youngblood’s Ship (possibly an extention of his power, I’m not sure, fueled by manual labor)

Jonny’s Motorcycle (the thing can fly)

Concepts

Clockwork and the Observants (spirits of Time)

Pandora and her kingdom (spirits of Greek Mythology)

Undergrowth (spirit of Vegetation)

Vortex (spirit of Weather and Natural Disasters)

Pariah Dark (the Ghost King, not actually a Concept Ghost but very similar)

Fright Knight (spirit of Fear in general and Halloween in particular, right-hand man of whoever wields the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage, usually Pariah Dark)

Nocturne (spirit of Dreams, far less powerful than the other concept ghosts without aid)

Other

Frostbite and the Yetis of the Far Frozen

Wulf (seriously, he’s cool, but Esperanto-speaking Wolf-man doesn’t exactly give me much to work off of)

Monster Cat

The Behemoth

Vlad’s Vulture Lackeys

Ember’s Band

Poindexter’s Classmates (are they extensions of Poindexter’s power turned inwards or just the ghost versions of themselves, just as consumed by what happened to him as he is?)

Pariah Dark’s Skeleton Army

Youngblood’s Skeleton Crew, especially the Parrot

Bertrand

Amorpho (shapeshifters in general, since I can’t fall back on my Warp Core theory during this)

Boxed Lunch (oh, very much Boxed Lunch)

Most of the background ghosts, especially the butcher with an eyeball for a head

Edit: Can’t believe I forgot the title. I should’ve just gone to bed.

#danny phantom #theory crafting #list #organization #i spent way too much time on this #phandom

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fanfic-inator795 · 8 years ago

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Lego Batman Oneshot: Coon in the Cave

Plot: “How in the world did a raccoon even get in here?!” “Hmph. Raccoons are crafty creatures. They’re pretty much the bandits of the wild. Nature’s ninjas.” “It doesn’t seem all that bad to me.” “Life lesson #4, kid: Always expect the worst from an opponent - even the fluffy ones.”

((Inspired by an episode of The Batman (2004) called “Pets”. Pretty silly but hey, this IS the Lego!Verse so, what did you expect? Lol, anyway, enjoy! ^v^))

It had actually been a slow night for the Bat Family, for once. Criminal activity slowed during the afternoon, giving Bruce enough time to finish up any Wayne Enterprises work he had to do while Dick did some training on his own. The two heroes were even able to make it to supper on time, joining Alfred in the dining room while their cooked (COOKED, not reheated) food was still warm. A rare occasion, indeed!

Unfortunately (yet totally unsurprising) it couldn’t last, and just before Alfred could bring dessert out, the bright Bat-Signal suddenly appeared in the sky, indicating that it was time for the Dynamic Duo to get to work.

“Sorry, Grandpa,” Dick told him with an apologetic smile as he tied his sparkly cape around his neck.

Alfred however just waved him off, smiling slightly at the boy in return. “It’s quite alright, Master Dick. Duty calls, after all, and at least the three of us were able to share most of a meal together. You can also be certain that your dessert will still be waiting for you both when you return.”

“Hmph, good,” Batman mumbled as he ran towards the Bat-Mobile, trying to hide his own small smile. Sure, the Caped Crusader wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets, but when it came to Alfred’s, even he couldn’t resist having a couple bites. Honestly, with how good the butler’s desserts were, Batman was a bit surprised that no villain had tried threatening him for his recipes yet.

Once the two heroes were in their seats and their seat belts were on, the Bat-Mobile roared to life and drove over a gap, up a ramp and through the hidden cave door, leaving Alfred behind as he watched them drive off. “Good luck,” he said quietly. Even after several decades of watching his master work, his feelings of worry and concern never completely went away. Then again, when you’re a father (or even a father figure), that tended to happen.

Still, Alfred knew how to keep himself busy. Without any hesitation, he took out his feather duster and started dusting, still keeping one eye on the Bat-Computer’s screen just in case. ‘Might as well, while I’m down here,’ the butler thought to himself as the sound of the hidden door closing echoed through the deep cave, ‘and when I’m finished, I’ll head back upstairs and start on the dishes.’

For the first few minutes, everything was normal. There weren’t any other alerts from ‘Puter, and the dusting was just as easy as Alfred knew it would be. However, every so often, he would start to hear a small squeak. A sort of... scurry, maybe?

“Hm?” The older gentleman glanced up towards the top of the cave. A few of the bats were fluttering around, now that they were awake, but it didn’t look like they were causing any trouble. So, Alfred simply gave another small hum before shrugging it off.

And yet, a few minutes later, he heard the noise again - and this time, he thought he saw something from out of the corner of his eye run into the shadows. “Hello?” he called out. But there was no answer.

Furrowing his brow, Alfred tried to continue his dusting. Though, despite his best efforts, he still ended up stopping every time he heard any sort of noise. A scurry, a growl, the scratch of a claw against rock or metal. He even noticed a couple of the lights start to flicker, as if someone was trying to play some sort of prank on him!

And by this point, the butler had had just about enough. “...Very well,” he mumbled, dropping his feather duster before rolling up his sleeves, “Whoever or whatever you are, if this is some sort of game, then I can assure that it is just about over...

()()()()()()()

“-So you see, you should only really make your hero-themed puns when you’re facing generic bad guys, otherwise you make puns based on the villain you’re fight or whatever scheme they’ve got going on. ...Though, I guess in your case, you’d make hero-themed puns while you’re fighting generic bad guys AND while you’re fighting the Penguin since, you know, you guys are both named after birds.”

“Ahh okay,” Robin nodded, “I think I get it now! Thanks, Batdad!”

Batman smiled back at him. “No problem, kid. Just another piece of great advice from the world’s best-”

“Grandpa?”

The Dark Knight blinked. “Uh, well, I was going to say something more like ‘hero-dad’ or ‘amazing vigilante’, but-”

“No, Dad, look!” “Huh?” Looking ahead once more as he stepped on the breaks, parking perfectly on the Bat-Mobile’s usual platform, he saw just what his sidekick/son was talking about. “Alfred?”

“Hm?” The butler - who was currently standing on top of one of the many control panels in the Batcave and using a flashlight to look behind it - looked up. “Oh, uh-”

“What the heck are you doing?” Batman asked as both he and Dick hopped out of the car.

Wanting to look at least somewhat composed, Alfred quickly climbed off the equipment. But even so, he couldn’t help but give a small huff as he started to explain. “Well, I was doing some dusting but, I could have sworn I heard something - or someone - crawling about, so-”

“Wait, an intruder?” the Dark Knight questioned, already getting out a bat-a-rang as he looked around.

“According to their light footing, I’d suspect it were a very small intruder,” Alfred commented, not looking quite as concerned but still annoyed, “It probably got in while the cave doors were open.”

Dick tilted his head a bit, curious. “So... like a mouse, maybe? Or, maybe it was one of the bats?”

“Bats don’t crawl, Master Dick,” Alfred told him, “And besides, it sounded a bit bigger than a mouse. ...And it growled.” Had it been a bit noisier and a bit more destructive, he would have suspected it to be one of Harley Quinn’s hyenas, put in the cave as some sort of joke. But no, their intruder was much sneakier than a hyena.

So... what was it then?

“Well, as long as it’s not an actual person, I’d say don’t worry about it” Batman shrugged as he put away his weapon. Even if one of his villains could in theory train an animal for spying, it was pretty unlikely. Besides, they hadn’t even seen this creature yet, and he had more important things to take care of. “If it’s not gone already, it’ll probably just find its way out of the cave eventually.”

Alfred sighed slightly. “If you say so, Sir... I just can’t help but feel a bit concerned.”

“Aw, come on, Alfred. What’s the worst thing that could crawl in here? A rat or a possum? Some random bird?”

“Uhh, how about a raccoon?” Dick asked.

Immediately, the two men turned around and saw exactly what Dick was pointing at: A small, scruffy raccoon perched on one of the control panels with a shiny bat-a-rang from the Batcave’s arsenal in its paws.

“...Huh. Guess you were right, Alfred,” Batman said simply while his butler couldn’t help but cringe at the sight of the creature, “That is definitely bigger than a mouse.”

The Boy Wonder on the other hand just smiled at it. “Aww, I think he’s kinda cute! Like a cat, but with a mask and a fluffier tail.” Not wanting to scare it, Dick started to slowly walk towards the raccoon - but was immediately pulled back.

“Oh no, absolutely not!” Alfred told him as he kept a firm grip on Dick’s shoulders, “Master Dick, as... ‘cute’ as it may be, you are not to go near it! You could get rabies! Or fleas.” The elder man grimaced again. “Or both, which would honestly be pretty likely.”

“What, you mean like fleabies?” Batman asked.

Alfred just gave him a flat look before scoffing slightly. “How in the world did a raccoon even get in here?!”

“Hmph. Raccoons are crafty creatures,” Batman stated, crossing his arms, “They’re pretty much the bandits of the wild. Nature’s ninjas.”

“It doesn’t seem all that bad to me,” Dick commented as he continued watching the raccoon, and smiled a bit when it started to cutely chew on the bat-a-rang.

“Life lesson #4, kid: Always expect the worst from an opponent - even the fluffy ones. Still, with my expert capturing skills and amazing lightning-fast reflexes, I’m sure getting this little guy out of here will be no problem at all.” With that, Batman reached into his utility belt, took out a small net-capsule, and slowly walked towards the curious critter.

The raccoon titled it’s head at Batman, it’s tail rising slightly while the bat-a-rang remained in it’s mouth. “Easy, little guy,” the Dark Knight quietly told it, “Easy now...” Just a couple more steps. Closer... Closer... And-!

The raccoon suddenly growled, dropping to all fours. Of course, Batman had faced tough and intimidating opponents before - much more intimidating than a lost raccoon - but even so the sudden growl still made him flinch, just for a moment. And for the creature, a moment was all it took.

With a loud squeak, the raccoon leapt off the control panel, running in-between Batman’s legs and across the floor. “I’ve got it, Batdad!” Dick shouted, managing to shake Alfred’s grip off him. The Boy Wonder made a dive for the creature, but just barely missed. “Shoot!”

“Get back here!” Batman yelled. He threw his net capsule, but the raccoon took a sharp right turn and ran down the raised path to the next platform, avoiding the net completely. And, before the trio could try to get anywhere near it again, the sneaky, speedy creature ran back into the shadows.

Batman growled, admittedly a bit frustrated now. “Ugh, sneaky little ninja...”

“Well, maybe since he knows that we’re here now and don’t want him around, he’ll escape on his own,” Dick shrugged.

“Or it could just hide itself deeper into the cave,” Alfred added, his frown deepening.

“Whatever it is, we either have to catch it or make it leave.” Maybe the Dark Knight didn’t care about their little animal-intruder much before, but that was before the little rodent had outsmarted him. And now it was just running around in the Batcave like it owned the place! No way was Batman going to let this go now. “We just need a plan...”

“But he couldn’t have gotten far!” Dick told him, “We just have to split up! I mean, we could he even go-?”

Before the Boy Wonder could finish his question, the lights above them flickered. ‘Puter’s screen fizzled out slightly before coming back, just as the lights flickered again. “Perhaps it found it’s way to where all the power source wires are,” Alfred dryly suggested, holding back a sigh.

Batman on the other hand just smirked. “Hey, at least we know where it is now.” In one swift motion, he got out his bat-grappling hook and pointed it towards the far left-side of the cave, where he knew one of their power generators was located. “Come on, guys. Let’s catch us a-”

*WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO-!”

All three of them let out a scream, with Batman even dropping his tool so he could cover his ears. “What happened?!” Dick managed to shout over the alarm, “Which alarm is that for?!”

“Security? I think?!” Batman shouted back, “A little late to give us a security alert now, don’t you think, ‘Puter?!” However, the Bat-Computer didn’t reply. It’s screen simply flashed, occasionally going to static.

“Ugh, that blasted creature must have chewed through enough wiring to trigger the alarm system!” Alfred exclaimed, “We have to shut it off!”

“I know, Alfred!” Batman shouted back at him, “Just give me a second to-”

As the vigilante reached for his utility belt, still wincing at the blaring alarm, a new safety feature for the Batcave was activated. And, while it wasn’t another alarm, it was still just as annoying.

Without any warning what-so-ever, cold water began to rain down from the ceiling, causing most of the bats above to squeak and flutter around. Both Dick and Alfred shrieked in surprise while Batman just clenched his teeth. His cowl might have protected his head from the water, but he could still feel it sinking into his now-cold suit.

“He turned on the sprinklers too?!” Dick shouted as he tried to shield himself with his cape.

“Well, that or it started a fire somewhere!” Alfred replied, already shivering, “And honestly, with how troublesome this raccoon is, it wouldn’t surprise me!”

“It doesn’t matter!” Batman called back at them, “We can still shut it off!” Again, the vigilante reached for his utility belt. As he pulled a small device out of his pocket, a new noise started blasting from the Batcave sound system. Even with the alarm still going, he could make out the noise somewhat - and that noise just so happened to be music. Specifically, the music Batman played whenever he had a tuxedo dress-up party.

“Oh for the love of - Sir, why is that of all things connected to the Batcave’s main system?!”

“I prepare for everything, Alfred! EVERY SITUATION! So don’t question my methods! They may be complicated but they still work!” With that, Batman held the device he had gotten out high above him. He pressed the button, and after a few moments things started to slow down.

The music faded out, the sprinklers came to a trickle, and the alarm FINALLY stopped, just as the Batcave went into complete darkness.

“...Portable Batcave power-killer,” Batman explained, lowering his arm, “Just in case some villain tries to use any of the Batcave’s systems or computers for their own advantage. See Alfred? Every situation. I like I said, it works.”

“Of course, Sir...” Alfred nodded, his old body relaxing despite the situation. After a couple moments, Batman pressed the device again, and the Batcave slowly came back to life. Unfortunately, only about half the lights came on, and ‘Puter’s screen stayed off. “It seems we’ll have to do some rewiring and rebooting later, Master Bruce. As well as a lot of cleaning...”

But even that seemed like an understatement. Along with all of them, nearly all the floors, furniture and items in the cave were completely covered in water. He was also certain that mixing water with a probably very dirty raccoon would lead to more than a few dirty paw prints and strands of wet fur to find and clean up. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day for the butler...

But, Alfred would worry about that later. “Even with all that racket, I’m sure our intruder’s still in here. If anything, it probably burrowed itself deeper into whatever corner or vent it could find.”

“Ugh, which means it’ll just be that much harder to find...” Batman sighed, “Great. Juuuust great...”

Suddenly, Dick let out a gasp, immediately getting his adopted father and grandfather/butler’s attention. “Oh!” With a grin, he raised his hand.

“...Yes, Dick?” Batman asked, pointing at him.

“Okay so, it would be hard to find him in a big cave like this, and even harder to catch him. Buuuut-” His smile grew, “What if we bring the raccoon to us?”

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Thankfully, it didn’t take Alfred very long to whip something up some bait, and soon after the Dynamic Duo finished placing various nets and traps (humane and harmless ones, of course), he returned with a sparkling silver tray that was covered with a shiny metal dome.

“Well, what else is there to say I suppose except for, ‘bon appetite’.” With that, Alfred lifted the cover and revealed a perfectly cooked and seasoned piece of filet mignon (as well as a small side of fresh vegetables and two deviled eggs).

Batman nodded in approval. “Nice. Good work, Alfred.” His son however just raised an eyebrow at the plate.

“Umm... No offense, Grandpa, this looks great. But... don’t raccoons like to eat garbage?”

“No offense taken, Master Dick. I’m aware of a raccoon’s usual diet. However, I simply figured the better the dish, the more tempting it’ll be.” And besides, digging through garbage definitely wasn’t one of his butler duties, and he wasn’t about to start doing it now even if he was wearing gloves.

“It’ll be fine,” Batman insisted, “Okay. Both of you in your positions.” His teammates gave him a nod before running to their hiding spots - with Alfred’s being behind a control panel and Dick’s being behind the Bat-Mobile. As for Batman, he simply shot a grappling hook upwards and pulled himself onto the ceiling, where he simply clung to one of the stalactites hidden in the shadows and waited...

They could hear the sounds of scurrying and squeaking echoing around the cave, as well as the occasional clatter or rustle from it getting into something, so they knew that the raccoon was definitely still in the cave. Still, it took nearly fifteen minutes for the creature to make its way to the center of the dark hideaway, sniffing the air as it crept towards the bait.

“Just a bit more...” The Dark Knight took out another net capsule, and narrowed his eyes. “Come on...”

Perching itself on its hind legs, the raccoon sniffed the plate some more. The humans surrounding it could feel their muscles tense. Almost there... Almost there... Finally, the creature took the filet into its paws and started chewing on it - and any guard or caution it might have had was pushed to the side.

Now! With a grin, Batman tossed down his net. Unfortunately, even with the distraction, the net still has long enough of a fall for the raccoon to notice it and run off, the meat still in its mouth.

“I’ve got him!” Dick shouted, hopping onto the roof of the car before making another dive for the creature. And this time, the Boy Wonder actually managed to get a hold of the raccoon’s tail - but unfortunately, the raccoon just dragged him along a bit until its speed and still-damp fur forced Dick to let go. “No!”

As the raccoon continued to run, it unknowingly headed towards one of the traps that had been set up. ...Or, perhaps it did know, considering that just before it could active it, the creature took a sharp left and avoided it completely.

“Oh come on!” Unhooking from the stalactite, Batman began to follow the raccoon from above, hoping for an opportunity to drop down on it. Unfortunately, before that opportunity came about, the raccoon ran into an open AC vent near the racks of Batman costumes - with several of these costumes now containing scratches, bite marks and missing fabric.

Growling, Batman dove down and tried to go after it through the vent himself. Unfortunately- “Argh! Too buff!” he winced as he struggled, just barely managing to pull himself back out of the opening. “Robin! Alfred! It’s coming back towards you!”

“On it, Padre!” Dick replied as he ran, a net already in his hands. He could see the raccoon coming out of the vent, all he had to do was just corner it before it could escape again. “Okay, little guy, it’s time to- AH!”

“Master Dick, are you alright?!”

“Y-Yeah!” Dick felt his foot slip out from underneath him. The floor of the cave was still wet, and this spot must have been particularly slippery! Still, he managed to catch himself just before he could fall to the ground, but by the time he regained his footing, the raccoon was back on the run. “Awww!” he groaned.

“Just stay focused!” he heard his father shout at him as another trap hidden in the cave actually managed to get activated. Though, instead of a net, it was a huge, blinding spotlight!

Dropping it’s half-eaten meat, the raccoon screeched and ran away from the light. Occasionally it would try turning left or right, but a tossed bat-a-rang or bird-a-rang would make it double-back. There were also more nets and ropes to be snagged on, but the clever creature always managed to either slip past them or jump across them.

No matter how many traps they laid or how often they tried to grab it, the raccoon still managed to keep running - running all the way up to ‘Puter’s main control panel. It tried to jump up onto the actual panel, but another bat-a-rang thrown its way scared that idea away.

“Easy now...” “Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you!” The Dynamic Duo stepped closer to it, just barely extending their arms out.

The raccoon suddenly growled, lifting its tail up as it barred it’s teeth and prepared it’s claws. The heroes froze for just a moment before moving their hands towards it just a bit more. The raccoon’s growl got even louder. It crouched down, and-!

*SLAM!*

Without even realizing that there was a third human in the waiting, the raccoon had suddenly been trapped, caught within a silver dome! “YES!” the duo cheered - and they certainly weren’t the only ones happy.

“Ha! Game, set and match, you furry rapscallion!” Alfred said as he held the silver cover down, smirking a bit.

His two masters smiled at him. “Heh, nice victory one-liner, Alfred,” Batman commented while Dick crouched down, looking at his reflection in the silver as he heard the raccoon growl and whine.

“Aww, poor little guy...”

“Don’t worry, Master Dick,” Alfred told him, “I can assure you we aren’t going to keep it under a tray cover for any longer than we have to.”

Surprisingly, it was actually easier to put the raccoon into a kennel than it was catching the darn thing in the first place. Once that was taken care of, it was off to one of Gotham’s parks to set it free.

“Bye, little guy!” Dick grinned as he waved it off. The raccoon just looked at him for a moment before running off behind one of the park’s trash cans.

“Remember to stay out of the Batcave!” Batman added before turning back to his family. “Man, am I glad that’s all taken care of.”

“As am I, Sir,” Alfred nodded, “Now, I believe you two have some desserts to eat?” That definitely got their attention, with Batman not even trying to hide his excitement. He just ran off towards the Bat-mobile with Dick as Alfred followed from behind.

However, as he walked, he couldn’t help but add under his breath, “And hopefully that is the last raccoon-intruder instance we’ll have to deal with.” Though, after having to deal with it for a few hours, the old butler had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time it caused trouble for someone...

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“Absolutely not!” “No way are we keeping it!” “Don’t you have enough pets, woman?”

“Aww, come on!” Harley Quinn pleaded, holding the slightly squirming raccoon in her arms, “Look at this cute little gal, she’s adorable! Look, she’s got a little mask and everything! Raccoons are pretty much the thieves of the animal world, so she could be our own little rogue mascot!”

“But it dug up my flowers!” Poison Ivy argued, narrowing her eyes.

“And stole berries from my birds!” the Penguin squawked angrily.

“It scratched up one of my coins too!” Two-Face added, “After it tried stealing it!”

“And don’t forget how it chased my poor kitties!” Catwoman hissed.

“...Okay but, other than those things, name one thing that would be wrong with keepin’ her!”

“Ugh, what are you guys arguing about now?” The group turned around to see the Joker - hair slightly messy and eyes tired after spending a whole day planning for his next big scheme to cause funny chaos and defeat Batman. Unfortunately, before any of the villains could give any details, Harley skated over and held the raccoon up for her clown BFF to see.

“Boo-Boo, don’t you agree that we should keep this gal around?” she asked, “She just wandered in here lookin’ for some food, so why not keep her?”

The Clown Prince of Crime gave a hum as he stared at the masked creature. “Weeeell, I don’t know... another animal could really put us into a tailspin if it’s too much trouble.” The raccoon wagged its tail a bit, and the Joker gave it a toothy grin. “But, on the other paw, you can’t furry love, and this cute raccoon’s already got ME over the coon about it!”

Unable to help themselves now, the two clowns just laughed as loud as they could. And, as they started to pet their new furry accomplice (still giggling and grinning all the while), the other villains simply groaned - both at the bad comedy and at the fact that they would be stuck with another one of Harley’s pets.

It didn’t even matter if they tried to argue now. Once the jokes and puns started, they knew that they had already lost.

THE END

#lego batman movie #lego batman #lego robin #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #and some villains make cameos at the end ^v^#my writing #fanfiction #oneshot

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