#honestly if i'd known how long this would take me i probably wouldn't have put this together lol

[allwaswell16]

🔔 It's December! That means it's One Direction Advent fic season! Advent fics are generally posted daily from December 1 to December 24/25. Don't forget you can subscribe to the author to get a daily email reminder to read their Advent fic! 🔔

🕯️ All The Lights by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 {Fic post}

“As you know, every year Syco Industries throws the Holiday bash of the year. Their annual Christmas Eve charity ball, held in the building’s lobby.”

Louis arches a brow. “Robbing a Christmas charity? That’s your brilliant idea? That’s a little low don’t you think?”

Niall snorts. “The only charity that money is going to is in Simon Cowell’s pocket and we both know it.”

He’s not exactly wrong.

“Alright sure, but I’m pretty sure Santa still frowns upon stealing.”

Niall just grins.

“Being on the nice-list is vastly overrated anyway.”

(Or a holiday heist featuring a rag-tag team of lovable criminals, a pair of exes who hate each other except for when they don’t, and a lot of festive chaos along the way).

🎁 You Should Be Here With Me by @lululawrence {Fic post}

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

🎅 Your Reign is Free (to give along to Santa) by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {Fic post}

It’s Christmas Eve. It’s a totally normal Christmas Eve. Harry and Louis have some friends coming by, and some totally normal birthday and Christmas plans. It’s a totally typical totally normal Christmas Eve.

A fic that takes place over 24 (+1) hours where surely everything will go totally to plan.

🦌 You'll Never More Roam by @tommokat {Fic post}

Harry likes his job as a traveling nurse. It pays well, it allows him to travel across the country, and he doesn't have to worry about an annoying coworker past an average of 13 weeks. The pros of never staying put have always beat the cons. Until one of those cons has bright blue eyes, a fluffy companion, and a heart of gold.

Tax exemptions don't hold a candle to Louis Tomlinson. And as Harry's about to find out, neither does his heart.

🌟 Find a light, hold tight by louisismycat / @liminalkittyfics {Fic post}

a fic about finding light and holding tight - hanukkah for everyone!

Told from the gentile perspective of Louis, recently widowed and trying to cultivate his son’s connection to his paternal Jewishness, Find a light is intended for everyone — Jews and gentiles alike — who might find comfort in the light, wisdom, and warmth of Hanukkah.

🔔 Larry Xmas Countdown by 28goldensfics / @28goldens {Fic post}

Harry and Louis will stop at nothing to make each other happy, even if that means robbing Buckingham Palace for a set of priceless bells they use to ring on Christmas morning.

✨ Twinkling Lights, Fated Nights by Darling28 / @darling-28 {Fic post}

Louis is an Omega who doesn't like being told what to do and is happy with his single life in the snowy town of Frostbrook after a terrible previous relationship. But then Harry turns up - an Alpha who is anything but the typical macho. Instead of giving commands, he makes an effort to understand Louis, which annoys him more than anything. But Harry doesn't give up.

And maybe that's exactly why they fit together so well: Two people who don't fit the cliché at all, but who suddenly feel more for each other than they would have expected. In the midst of lights, snow and mulled wine, something begins to grow that neither of them had planned - even if Louis would rather not admit it.

A story about healing, love and finding home in each other.

❄️ Fluffcember 2024 by Candy_Kittens / @candyfloss-kittens

A collection of one-shots for Fluffcember 2024. All of these one-shots will be for One Direction rpf.

🌲 Through the Riots – Will You Guide Me When I'm Lost? by childofthelarents

His hands had a death grip on Harry's arms, making him unable to push back. "Fuck you," Harry growled, looking like he was seconds away from punching Louis straight in the face. The softness of his features had been replaced by pure fury, the green of his eyes burning into Louis' soul. As the seconds passed, Harry seemed to realize the lack of space between them, his eyes growing less piercing and more irritated as he scanned Louis' face.

~ Louis had his heart set on rooming with his best friend Zayn, but fate—or a cruel housing assignment—stuck him with Harry, who seems to hate him instantly (and boy, is that feeling mutual). Determined to find a way out, Louis quickly realizes that their fiery clashes only make things worse, fueling the hostility between them. Yet, as tempers flare and boundaries blur, their battles take an unforeseen turn, shifting into something neither of them expected.

☃️ Fading Shadows by Arezou_Styles

A cosy tale of life in 2024, almost canon, centers on Harrys and Louis marriage, their family life and quite some self-discovery that this year brings for both of them. Loads of info on ADHD included.

🎄 Christmas Play by @itstilliswhatitis

December is Harry's favourite time of year. The neighbourhood he bought a house in three years ago has a yearly Christmas decoration competition, and this year, he's set on winning. At least until his new neighbour, Louis turns out to be a grumpy Christmas Grinch. To make matters worse, his new neighbour happens to be his co-star in the new play Harry just bagged, playing the love interest to his role as first lover. The play is like a really bad fanfic, and everything is a disaster. This might be the worst December ever!

❤️ Hearts All Whole by @justanothershadeofblue {Fic post}

Father Louis Tomlinson hasn’t seen or talked to his high school boyfriend in over a decade, not since they went to different colleges and slowly grew apart. This means it’s a bit of a surprise when he looks out from the pulpit on the first Sunday in Advent and sees Harry Styles’ unmistakeable head poking up from a pew halfway back and on the left. How’s a priest supposed to make it through the madness of the holiday season with his very friendly, very attractive ex distracting him at every turn?

🛷 You are my home, my home for all seasons by starryhaze / @starryhaze28 {Fic post]

“I love you,” Louis says quietly, his voice tender. Harry’s not sure if Louis is talking to him or the camera, but either way, the words settle warmly in his chest.

Louis moves closer, holding the camcorder up, and Harry blushes as the lens focuses on him. “Look at your mummy,” Louis coos, directing his words at their unborn baby. “Isn’t he just the prettiest, carrying you?”

Harry giggles, shaking his head. “Your daddy is ridiculous,” he responds, looking pointedly into the camera, his voice light and teasing.

Or the one where Harry is seven months pregnant and he and Louis navigate the chaos of Christmas as they try to juggle festive traditions, their families, and friends while preparing for the greatest gift of all, the arrival of their baby.

🎁 Wrapped it up and Sent it by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings {Fic post]

Harry was the only real crush he’d ever had. There had been people he’d shared classes with, or seen in the school hallways who he’d thought were cute, but he never had any interest in anyone beyond that point. Louis had always felt like he simply didn’t care enough about anyone to actually dedicate any time or energy to liking them, or going out with them.

But Harry was the exception.

With some (heavy) convincing from his friends, Louis decides to risk it all and tell Harry how he feels about him, and Christmas seems like the perfect time to make a move. Everyone's happy during the holidays anyway. Maybe it'll weaken the possibility that Harry will hate him forever if he doesn't feel the same.

An incredibly fluffy, teenage Christmas advent fic.

🧣2024 Advent Calendar by larryftnoctrl / @the-larry-way

Harry is on a shitty date. the NJ Devil is his savior.

[gotham-daydreams]

Honestly, in a situation like not [] where they aren't willing to physically hurt the reader but psychologically mess with them? It's fucked but at the same time I have too good of an imagination. When it comes to neglect there's so many aspects of it that could happen and even if I'm pissed I could keep my mouth shut to the point I feel numb.

I mean they can't change you or break you if you just stay in your own head after all? Lil stories in your head to keep you busy, unholy amount of hours spent sleeping. I don't care if I waste away if it means not having to deal with people who won't even listen or admit that it's gonna take time to undo trauma and won't take the proper steps to undo it.

They take things up a notch and limit food or start doing things that prevent you from sleeping? Do it, at least the hat man will be a better friend. Can't break what's not there, the batfam always has this mindset that so long as they get their way that they would do what's necessary but that's entirely because they are all too selfish to actually really respect how you feel. And no amount of bugging me or yelling at me or trying to get a rise out of me will change the fact I can just slip into my mind and ignore it all.

The only way I'd ever stop being in my head and not even wasting time on them is if they actually tried to be genuine in fixing things and admit they fucked up and are doing it out of guilt. Either put down your pride or stay with a reader who will gladly stay tucked away in the crevice of their brain in an imaginary field of flowers with whatever lil character they make to enjoy the time in their head <3

Anyways I love your series and can't wait for more!! Please take care and hydrate!!!

I do agree! Especially in this scenario where they’re way more unwilling to physically hurt the reader, because... well, they want to hear your music! Like a little songbird, just tucked away from the public eye, just for them to hear you sing...

It'll definitely get on their nerves, and some will probably crumble under the pressure - but those that don't aren't actually the ones you should be worried about. I mean, of course they'll try to do everything else they can, and at that point - its a contest of willpower and to see who can outlast the other (and spoiler, most of them will definitely lose), but some are definitely more stubborn than others. After all, their 'love' is spawned out of guilt, obligation, and a messy mix of things that's turned into this ugly beast of a thing they see as love - if you aren't willing to take it, then that's fine, but you definitely aren't getting anything until you do.

Though, again, at some point the time and treatment definitely begins to effect them too. And that’s... not good, especially when some of them are known for their resolve, will, and general ability to withstand so much crap despite not even being superhuman (even if in all honesty, compared to the average guy, they may as well be). Them being insane does not help with that fact.

They'll begin to consider things they wouldn't have even thought of before out of sheer desperation and need. They'll think about it, plan it out a little, and before they even know it - they're losing hours of sleep trying to find ways to actually execute it. Hell - some may even act impulsively, and just flat out do it without giving it a second thought. Because they can't. They can't think. They can't sleep. Not without you - not after another month, another week, another day, another hour, another second without you.

They need it. Need you. Need your warmth, your presence - to feel like they're doing something right, even when its so wrong. Even if they've left you damaged beyond repair, some still want to feel like they can fix you, put you back together... and what better way to feed that delusion then to hold you in their arms? To do all of these things with you... even if you're not mentally there?

At that point, they'd sacrifice never being able to hear your music from you to get that. To have that fabricated connection. They'd give up that one thing that's been keeping them from harming you physically, and go all out.

[Which... descriptions of losing limbs, and general gore under the cut, it's not pretty but not super detailed either? Yes, it's towards the reader. Yes the reader is awake. There is no cut away, but some dancing around using some phrases repeatedly. Consider yourself warned and advised. Even if it's just descriptions - the family isn't playing nice.]

Maybe they'd start small... just a leg, maybe two, not even a foot- your legs from the knee down are going indefinitely. Maybe even the whole thing if certain people do it impulsively, and aren't thinking - aside from the fact that they need you close, but they just have to get these things out of the way. To lessen your struggle, to reassure themselves you won't run, of course - after all, you can't run if they just... take away that option, right? It's for the best, they'd tell themselves, they need to do this. They have to. You gave them no other choice- and now... now they had to make a tough choice. They have to do this.

If it's done impulsively, it's messy. I guess not having a lot of experience cutting off limbs or disabling someone isn't going to make things easier, who knew, am I right? Taking lives (for some of them), and beating people up is one thing, but cutting off arms and legs? It's weird to think about until you're the one doing it, and in a frenzy no less.

Some of the more impulsive ones you really have to look out for, because if they do it then it is painful, and that is no exaggeration. As much as they're thinking about you, they also aren't at the same time - at least not you in the present as they're doing the removal. You'll pass out from pain, or just the visceral sight right before you witness your leg getting torn off. Real messy stuff. It's not subtle at all, they barely hide it - if they even try to allow you that luxury. If anything, you see too much of it. Either way, you're out like a light, and left with whatever you saw as nothing is left to the imagination. Unless your fucked up mind makes it worse, to which- a lot is left to the imagination as that nightmare of a scene is messed with and mixed in your head like a toddler left in the kitchen.

Of course, the family will take care of the messy outcome, and get you to another room and everything (after all, they have one too many spar ones), but, well, that won't change the reality of the situation, will it? Hell, get one of the more rough ones pissed off or just do something one of the more impulsive ones doesn't like, and you'll lose your arms, and depends on who does it - you'll lose them just as you lost your legs, and you'll get to watch... before you pass out, of course.

Maybe they'll get you things to help, like robotic limbs and such, though its not that great and doesn't make things easier. Not even a little. They'll be able to control everything you do, essentially, down to what you can even touch or interact with.

You'll feel more trapped then you ever have before, as even your body, every limb attached to your torso is theirs. Theirs to control. To mess with, and just like before, they'll take it away if you do something that makes them upset.

They'll leave you more than just defenseless.

[ladyloveandjustice]

To give my Real Opinion on the whole Clark vs Lois issue (since people are giving me theirs), I'm surprised it is an issue, since it's very clearly supposed to be an conflict where both people made decisions that made sense from their point of view but still hurt each other. It makes sense that Clark would be insecure about telling Lois this when she's acting distrustful of Superman, and it makes sense he'd freak out and not handle a situation where she was putting a lot of pressure on him well. It also makes sense that Lois would be angry (and probably humiliated) and upset that Clark not only lied to her face when she was begging him to tell her the truth, but left her where she couldn't help him when she was worried sick about him.

Honestly, I think a lot of you aren't being honest about how you'd feel if you had a friend who disappeared every time something dangerous happened, you spent a lot of time frantically searching and worrying about that friend each time, only to find out oh hey, your friend was well aware of how worried you were and was actually right there but they were pretending to be someone else instead of letting you in on what was happening. You'd feel played with.

And Clark also KEPT lying when she was basically saying "hey stop lying to me. I know." He did it instinctively. She was begging him to tell her, and he didn't. That's going to hurt, and that's going to be galling. She definitely felt she had no other choice than to do something drastic, because she can't enter a relationship with someone she knows is lying to her and here he is, refusing to come clean. She's a reporter, the need to know drives her.

"Lois isn't entitled to Clark's private information, they haven't known each other that long", sure, but Clark vanishes in dangerous situations and causes real distress, Clark has been discussing Superman with Lois and unconsciously trying to manipulate her feelings on him while not telling her the whole truth, and you'd feel weird if someone did that, you'd feel kinda violated! And even if someone told you they weren't doing that to laugh at you, wouldn't you be hurt and humiliated?!

When exactly IS Lois entitled to Clark's info? When they start dating? How many months is it okay for him to date her without him telling her he's actually the guy she spends every waking minute trying to interview? Would he have told her as their relationship got serious? Not knowing that is probably scary and if I was Lois I'd think twice about if I wanted this either!

And what's especially scary is that yeah, he did leave her behind to so he could possibly go get killed when she was begging him not to. That's terrifying. She was probably terrified the entire time she waited. He was able to take her choice away from her, and Lois does not like feeling helpless. Clark was scared of her getting hurt, so he enforced his will and so shewas scared for HIM. and then he refused to talk about those worries!

It's also pretty galling when she's already helped him out in several fights- she's proven she can be useful and helpful! I'd be mad too! I'm sure there was a little vindictiveness in her actions- you see how you like it when someone takes your choice away too.

At the same time, Clark is clearly not comfortable showing people his whole self. He still doesn't know who he is, and he goes into panic mode about it. He's very scared of people being hurt because of him. What he did made sense from his point of view. And I'm sure he's not happy to be forced to reveal his secret.

It doesn't matter 'who's more right'. It's not a game they get to win! They both violated each other's boundaries. Their feelings both make sense from their perspective, and interesting conflicts are complicated. And I like it when characters don't just react to everything flawlessly. There's a lot of drama in secret identities, and sometimes stories have conflict.

I do agree this should have happened later in the season or as a season 2 thing, but that's sadly just life in this streaming hell era. They didn't know if they'd get a season 2 to tell the story they wanted. We have to take the conflict as it is. And let's face it, if Lois had taken longer to figure out, y'all would be making fun of her for being dumb. Lois is for some reason always the butt of that joke even though nobody else can see Clark is Superman either- and when she does figure it out (as she usually does!) and has anything other than positive feelings about it she still gets blamed. Just enjoy having a character who can have complex feelings.

If you hate relationship conflict, there's stuff for you out there! Read Superman Family Adventures by Art Baltazar, it's very cute low stakes low conflict stuff and has an actual Himbo Clark.

[restinslices]

If Bi-Han Was A Sub

Let it be known I'm a Virgin. I'm Bisexual and Bi-myself. I get no bitches. Absolutely zero play. So take everything I say with a grain of salt.  No pronouns used. Mentions of sex from behind but that could be a dick or a strap on. Whatever fits your fantasy. And obviously MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SCHOOL IS IN SESSION. READ A BOOK.

I know the chances of Bi-Han being a sub are pretty low. I get that. I understand why people write him as a Dom… but if he wasn't-

I don't think he would come out and say this is what he wanted. Most likely it just kinda happened? You guys just kept having sex and you noticed he let you take the reins, and you just kept seeing how much you could get away with. 

When you do eventually bring this up he's like "what are you talking about? I'm not a fucking sub". Sir- 

I feel like you'd keep the same position and role, but it wouldn't actually have a label. It'd take awhile for him to actually say he takes the submissive role. 

I also don't think he'd make initiating sex a big deal. Some people try really hard to seduce their partner and I can see him just coming up to you and saying "I want you". 

Having this big man under you and listening to everything you say though? Heavenly. 

That's a fucking lie. Why? He's stubborn and disobedient 

Kuai Liang gives ready to serve, this MF gives off ready to get on your nerves 

What's wild is that he does this shit on purpose. 

This the same guy who keeps reminding Tomas he's an orphan. Trust me, this bitch is petty. Unnecessarily so. 

I feel like he'd do shit to piss you off because A) he's petty. B) he likes seeing you pissed off. And C) he's into punishments. 

We can all tell this man is not fragile. So roughhousing is definitely encouraged and appreciated. Realistically, there's a good chance he's stronger than you and could just flip shit if he wanted, but he doesn't. Honestly though, in my head that would add to the fun for both of you. The fact he could physically stop all this, but chooses not to. 

This concept would especially get milked if he was being punished. 

He would start mouthing off and you'd be like "if you hate this so much, why not stop me? You're strong enough to". He'd have no real response because he had no legitimate reason. 

"You know what I think? I think the Grandmaster is just like every other man; a slut who needs to be put in his place". 

However, if there is something he doesn't like, he has no problem with telling you. You wouldn't have to worry about secretly hurting him or making him feel like shit because he'd let you know immediately if you were taking it too far. Obviously you'd apologize, and he'd just tell you to make sure it didn't happen again. 

Things I'd think he'd be into is impact play, rough sex, dirty talk, restraints, temp play, overstimulation, masochism, and probably some more shit I can't think of. I feel like his kink list is like when someone pulls out a small scroll, then it turns out that bitch is long and hits the floor. I feel like he'd also enjoy humiliation to an extent. He doesn't want to be embarrassed in public, but if you made him beat off in front of a mirror while you watched, he wouldn't be against it. 

Idk why but he really gives me "hit me harder vibes". You'll think you're hitting him hard but then he'd ask you to hit him harder. 

"Harder" probably explains his entire vibe. He pisses you off to make your life harder. He wants you to hit him harder. Be harder on him when he breaks a rule. Fuck him harder. Just be harder. He's not easily breakable. He can handle it. 

I just really feel like he enjoys rough sex from behind. Probably finds that shit relaxing. 

I feel like the punishment he'd absolutely hate would be orgasm denial. One night is already tough but when you won't let him cum for an extended amount of time? Torture. 

He gives off the vibes of someone who wants constant sex, so cutting him off would be hard. I feel like this is the only rule he for sure wouldn't break because he knows you'd just reset the amount of days he can't cum for. 

Aftercare with him would probably be difficult because he wouldn't say what he needed. He's good at telling you when he's uncomfortable with something, but isn't good at saying exactly what he wants when you're done. He's just not used to being pampered and thinks asking you to do things like cuddle with him is embarrassing. 

It's obviously not though, so you make sure to take care of him. 

He appreciates it, even if he won't say he does. 

He makes sure to care for you as well. He's an asshole but he's not that big of an asshole. If you're warm from all the moving, he'd cool you down. He'd probably try to get up to run you a bath and you're like "sit the fuck down". 

Probably enjoys silence afterwards. I don't mean he doesn't wanna hear you or he wants to pretend you don't exist. He just enjoys feeling your presence there and the sound of whatever is outside. 

An afterthought I just had. Bi-Han grunts, Kuai Liang moans loudly, Tomas probably whines. 

I know I should be writing Liar pt 2, and I am. Unfortunately the voices have taken over so this came out first. Might make another part, maybe a short Drabble. Idk. I do know that I will make one of these for Kuai Liang and Tomas.

[hippolotamus]

Sentence Sunday ✨

I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart

Beloved mutuals and pocket pals... I honestly don't know what to say for myself. This is a case of 'I listened to a song too much, I had an idea I knew I was never gonna write' turned 'I'll just throw it out as a prompt' --> 'I'll just make a moodboard' --> 'Oh god, I've written over 1k words in place of a summary'. SO. Have... whatever this is, T Swift influenced Buddie actor au. Under the cut to save your dash.

Honestly, if the world still exists in the morning, Eddie Diaz doesn't really give a fuck. His girlfriend left, claiming he's still not over his late wife, and his teenage son, the last thread connecting him to said wife, went to go live with his grandparents. After, of course, blaming Eddie for pushing 'yet another one' away. Christopher wouldn't even look at him before he went.

Then there's Anita Mills, his agent, who is probably a few blood pressure points away from a stroke at this point. Assuming she doesn't fire him first.

Let her, he thinks, grabbing a bottle of Maker's Mark from the cabinet. He has a string of blockbuster films to his name, not to mention a commendable collection of Oscar's and Emmy's. Not that they made his parents proud or kept his wife from leaving him before she died. But they exist as proof that he's had a successful career. Between investments and liquid assets he has more money than he would know what to do with in a hundred lifetimes. So, fuck it.

Eddie breaks the wax seal and twists off the red cap. He doesn't even bother with a glass, not really seeing a need. He's never been a big drinker, but lately his tolerance has grown considerably. Indulging until he passes out seems like an ideal use of his time right now anyway. If he wakes up after? Well, he'll consider that a success.

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"Hey! What the hell?!" Eddie manages, coughing and trying not to choke on the ice cold water hitting his body. He opens his eyes to see Mills towering over him, glowering and holding an empty vase. He swipes a hand across his face. "Seriously, Anita, what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, Eddie, you tell me." She disappears for less than a minute, returning with a hand towel she unceremoniously drops on his chest. "Help me out here. What's today?"

He wriggles himself to something resembling sitting and leans back against the coffee table. "What's today?" He parrots back dumbly.

Anita crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow. "I asked you first."

Today, today, today. Where was he supposed to be- "Shit! The interview with, uh, fuck." He snaps his fingers and racks his brain trying to remember a name or a face. All he knows is they're important.

"Claudette Collins. Very good, Eddie, you got it part way."

"Give me ten minutes, I'll put myself together and we can go," he says, fighting the violent wave of nausea that hits as he scrambles to stand up.

"Save your poor carpet from getting puked on and sit the hell down."

"What? No, I can-"

"Eddie," Anita interjects, "the interview was five hours ago. The interview with the Claudette Collins. The one that took me months of phone calls, groveling and cashing in favors to get for you."

Fuck. "Anita, I'm so sorry. How-"

"Save it." Anita holds her hand up, effectively silencing him. It takes him back to being seven years old and having to explain why his dad's truck had an enormous dent in it. She rests her hands on her hips, pacing back and forth as she purses her lips. Eventually she sits in the leather armchair situated in the corner. "Eddie, you and I have known each other a long time. A long time. I've been your agent since you walked into my shitty office back in Dallas. Given your impressive display of awards, I'd say we've done pretty well together."

She inhales sharply, rubbing at her temple. Anita doesn't mince words, it's part of why he's always liked her. He never has to question where he stands. She says 'jump' and he knows exactly how high. It's not difficult to guess what's coming next.

"Eddie, I know you're going through a rough patch. What you're dealing with is hard enough without seeing it splashed on every tabloid and trashy website. Not to mention none of those places knows the real story, so it's all a bunch of 'she said he might have said' bullshit. But you've made it through tougher things." Anita doesn't need to clarify that she's talking about Shannon's death and how his parents tried to take Christopher. "I don't know what's happening this time, but I need to take a step back. My wife has made it very clear that all of my attempts at stress management are not working and that if I can't get it under control I shouldn't be surprised when I come home to an empty house. So."

Eddie swallows, waiting for the inevitable and cursing himself for pretending he wouldn't care.

"I've talked to a few friends in the business and found someone willing to take you on."

What?

"What? You're not firing me?"

Anita's features soften. "Technically, yes. I am very much dropping you like a scorpion I found in my boots. However, like I said, I found someone willing to work with you. The name is Bobby Nash. He runs a smallish agency but don't let that throw you. He's cobbled together some pretty impressive talent. I assume you've heard of Evan Buckley?"

Eddie scoffs. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? Christ, he's everywhere you look. I can't pass a damn bus stop without seeing his face." A few details begin to click into place within Eddie's muddled brain. "Bobby Nash is his agent?"

"Sure is. And we all know the stories about Evan's past aren't the type you trot out at parties. My advice is that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, go with Nash and do whatever he tells you to do. He even has a role in mind for you, costarring with Buckley. What do you say?"

What else was there to say? If Eddie didn't want to get blacklisted or wind up as some washed up tragic Hollywood story, being gossiped about where everyone - including his son - could see what a failure he was...

"I guess I say- when can I meet him?"

"Good answer." Anita clasps her hands together and gives him her signature smirk that tells him she approves. "Just leave everything to me."

Up to this point, Eddie has trusted Anita implicitly with all the messy business that comes with having him for a client. Why stop now?

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Exceptions

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: The Bus kids are stuck at the Triskelion for a while since May and Coulson have a meeting with Fury, but Ward already has important plans that he can't cancel.

Word Count: 1,287

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To the anon who sent me an idea outline for this, I hope you like it! It got merged with another idea I had, but hopefully, it's still pretty close to what you had in mind :) Thanks for continuing to read stuff for Grant Ward and enabling me to keep writing him- he's my fave, so I'm glad I have at least a few people to share the love with!

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Skye's POV

"Alright. May and I will head into our meeting with Director Fury. We'll meet you back here when we're done."

I frowned at Coulson, glancing at FitzSimmons and Ward to see if any of them would say anything. As expected, FitzSimmons just looked at each other, and Ward nodded to Coulson like he'd known this was the plan from the beginning, which I super doubted.

"Okay... and what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" I asked, turning back to Coulson and asking the question that must've been on the rest of our minds. May was already halfway out of the room, and Coulson stopped mid-step to address my question. He smiled.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

With that, he turned and headed off with May again. I watched him go for a few steps, then put my hands on my hips and turned back to the rest of my group with a sigh.

"Alright, we've been abandoned at one of the biggest SHIELD bases in the world. I probably know the least about this place out of all of us, so... how about you guys? Any ideas?"

I glanced at FitzSimmons, then looked right at Ward. He had his arms crossed, and he shook his head and took a step back the minute my gaze landed on him.

"I don't know what you all are going to do, but I have somewhere I need to be. I'll meet you back here when May and Coulson are done with their meeting. Try not to break anything until then."

With that, he turned on his heel and started marching away. I let him get a few steps, then turned to FitzSimmons.

"So we're gonna follow him, right?"

"Oh, of course."

"Absolutely."

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Y/N's POV

A took a slow, steady breath, then refocused on the sample in front of me. I'd been staring through the eyepiece of this microscope for what felt like an eterity, finally getting somewhere with samples I'd been working with for months. I'd been stuck at the Triskelion that whole time, in a lab with the loudest of the loud field and ops agents coming in and out, constant noise and business no matter where we went. All of that was about to be worth it.

The rest of the lab completely faded out around me, even as I scribbled notes without looking at the paper beside me. The handwriting wouldn't be good, but it would be decent enough that I could decipher it later, and it meant I didn't have to take my eyes off the results of the experiment in front of me for a single moment. I'd carefully built my corner of the lab into what it was, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos, the perfect place to tuck away and lose myself in my research.

At least, normally it was. Today, someone had apparently decided to venture into my corner, as a hand on my shoulder made me shoot out of my chair and almost gave me a heart attack.

"Sorry!" came the frantic voice of my best friend, Mandy. "I didn't mean to scare you! I swear, I said your name, like, three times while walking over here."

I put a hand to my chest, taking half a second to catch my breath before turning back to Mandy.

"It's okay. Honestly, I don't think anything could've shaken me out of my focus without scaring me like that. Did you need something?"

"Just wanted to give you a warning. One of the ops agents broke containment and just wandered into the lab. Figured it'd be better if I interrupted you than if he did."

I sighed, long and heavy, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Are you kidding me? How did one of them even get in here-"

I turned to see the man in question and stopped dead in my tracks. Grant Ward, my boyfriend, had just stepped into the lab. I grinned.

"Oh, actually, never mind Mandy. This one's the exception to the rest of the ops people."

"Wow, no kidding. I don't think I've seen you smile like that since your experiment at the Academy won our final projects presentation."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't bother with more than that as Mandy took her leave and Grant finally made his way over to me. His smile matched mine, the two of us bringing out sides of each other most people weren't lucky enough to see.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" I said as Grant finally reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight to his chest. He leaned in to kiss me, and it lasted a few moments longer than I would've let him get away with in public if I hadn't missed him so much.

"I thought I'd make it a surprise. Our team got detoured here last minute for Coulson to have some meeting with Fury. Lucky for us, they didn't need me to be there."

"That is lucky," I agreed, the two of us sharing a smile again. Grant reached up and gently cuped my chin in his hand, pulling me back in for a sweeter, slower version of our earlier kiss. I sighed when he pulled back and settled onto the lab stool next to me, his thigh pressed against mine.

"So. Wanna tell me what you're working on?"

"Happily. But I don't want to spend all the time we have together in this lab, so don't let me get carried away-"

"Don't worry, we should have all of tonight and tomorrow morning, with a small exception in a few hours when I have to meet back up with my team. I thought I could keep you company while you finish up here, and then we could grab some dinner. I found a great restaurant in the city last time I had an undercover mission there, and it'll leave us plenty of time for you to tell me all about this project you're working on."

"Grant, that sounds perfect. How did I get so lucky with you?"

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." We shared a smile, smaller and softer this time, but no less special. Then, Grant turned to the microscope in front of us. "So... I take it you're doing something with this?"

"Yes! I finally have interesting results to look at, so your visit was well-timed. Let me tell you about what you're seeing here..."

Grant leaned into the microsope, bracing one hand on my thigh as I put one arm around his shoulders and rubbed gentle cirlces there, narrating what he was seeing on the slide as I went. Within the lab, I'd gotten a bit of a reputation for liking my space while I worked. But Grant would always be the exception to that. I was on cloud nine that he was here, and I wasn't going to waste a single moment we had together.

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Skye's POV

"I've never seen him smile like that!" Simmons hissed.

"And he always complains about 'technobabble' when I say more than a few three-syllable words in a sentence!" Fitz agreed. I just huffed a laugh.

"Yeah, well, he's not kissing any of us either. I think that might have something to do with the change."

Fitz and Simmons scoffed right along with me, the three of us watching the scene in the Triskelion's lab for a few more moments before finally shaking it off and heading back into the hallway. Whether or not we found something else to occupy our time until May and Coulson were done with their meeting, we at least had something to tease Ward about for the rest of our lives, which I'd take as a win any day.

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[queen-mabs-revenge]

cw pet death

so my little freak of nature and i said goodbye last night which, as per other post about this, was silly and perfect in so many ways. from the death of one roman to another, and so it goes.

but yeah i just want to reflect on how i'm feeling to have it down because i'm devastated, yes, but i couldn't have asked for a better last day with her.

when we went with the steroid injections on wednesday, the vet was like 'in 48 hours you'll essentially see her at as best as she's going to be so you'll be able to decide then' and honestly by yesterday morning, she was very much the same except for the increased thirst drive and the slight increased interest in food (she licked a piece of chicken uau), so at that point making her linger would just see her decline from there.

yesterday was the first sunny day we've had in a good while -- sparkling sun and a high of 14. i rang into work and asked if there was anything urgent that needed doing, because i'd like to spend a last beautiful day with my cat. they were so gracious and covered for me, batting away a load of clients who decided they needed artwork on a friday before a long weekend lmao ok bye. spent a little time doing a last clutch of artwork with her sleeping on my belly in the sun.

got her into her harness and it was so clear that this was the right thing - she loves going outside, but hates that thing being put on her. i've modded it so that it has a clasp at the neck, but still clipping the torso bit always gets a hiss or two, but she just let me at it. got everything prepared including lining her backpack with a bin liner, a absorbent puppy pad, and then loads of fleece blankets and a couple of those instant heat pads.

out into the sunshine and onto our usual walk - she came out on my shoulder to have a look at the world, but for the most part stayed curled up in the bottom watching everything while lying down.

we got to the rag tree still cradling my gift pumpkins:

she got to walk on the branches:

the whole wooded area was prickling to life -- lots of leaf buds still tightly closed but getting ready, lots of tiny plant shoots making that first curve out of their seeds with their head still down in the shells

took the walk home through the park we always sit in behind the museum and watched the ducks on the shannon and listened to the river go by together

fed her for the last time on her window seat and then we cuddled some more while i rang my family so they could say goodbye to her on a video call

and then i experienced just pure love -- mo's been kind of a mascot for the branch - because of my apartment's location, i've been really lucky to serve as kind of a hub. i keep equipment and supplies for political stalls and protests, i host small meetings, etc. so her illness has been something the whole branch has known about and seen.

from the get-go i've had comrades offering help left and right, and during the last week, a few close comrades offered support in whatever way i needed it when her time came. i had to resist that depression tug to isolate, and just throughout the day as plans were taking shape, i kept in touch with them and i had a handful of my dearest come to the house before we made our way down to the vet. they left us have a few minutes alone in the house which... leaving that house with her for the last time was probably one of the hardest things. knowing she wouldn't be there when i got back. whew.

got to the office and got settled in and talked with the vet about postmortem plans. my first choice had always been to donate her body for study; i'd actually rang a few veterinary science schools, but i was told that their cadavers are procured through a closed system so that they can control for disease and whatnot for health and safety reasons. but the vet said that they'd would be honored to conduct a postmortem there and it would be really valuable for some newer vets in the practice, so that's what's going to happen. after, she'd still have been cremated, so i'm going to get her ashes in a scatter tube in a couple of weeks.

i had enough gabapentin to make sure mo was a bit stoned before going in, which was important for me because she usually has to be put into a feral cat crush cage to get any injections done because she's so fractious at the vets, but i was able to hold her while she got the primary sedative injection which meant so much.

she screamed like a hellcat and like....that's so her - herself to the very end! and i got the privilege of laughing about that with friends because they heard her from outside the door lol. they came in and gave her rubs and pets after she was sedated and i got to cuddle her loads after she got the cannula placed.

and my god that could have been so awful, but i had five dear friends who i love and who love me and who i fight and organize and struggle with who were there the whole time - they were out in reception chatting with each other and laughing and i could hear them in the room while i just held and and spoke to mo and stroked her fur, and that was so lovely instead of dead silence all alone.

vet came in and it was time; i held my baby as she pushed the euthanasia meds and felt her little breaths quicken and then slow before the vet checked her heartbeat. we laid her out on the table and i took pictures of all of her borlotti bean toes, we did pawprints, and i just got to pet her and stay with her for as long as i needed. she had a postmortem wee, and one of her wild postmortem reflexes was that her tail went full bottlebrush for about half a minute!

i took the blanket with me because it was hers, but wrapped her in a soft towel i had and just, yeah -- as the vet took her away she was talking to her just telling her that she did so well and she did. not just in that last moment, but just for 12 years she did so so well -- just the best old lady, my best friend in the whole world, the little beast that genuinely helped me survive lockdown, domestic upheaval, mental health struggles -- my walking buddy who's a minor local celebrity in her own right, and i was so so so lucky to have her.

and then we all went to our usual haunt which by perfect chance is right around the corner from the vet's office and toasted to her and just spent time together and just... if her last gift that she gave me was truly knowing that i have people who i can call on at any time, well then that's a hell of a gift.

going home was hard, but got to speak to my family and recount it all which helped and got so much love from them, too, and yeah look.

it was heartbreaking, but also heart mending.

truly the good death.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

hello, i wonder if the wizards were to swap their powers around so they all got one of their brother’s powers, who would be most vs least suited for each power??

Hi yes hello anon, I work for @solariaswitch, or rather she's my investor and owns like 80% of me. But!! I'll gladly take the ask off her hands, hope that's okay <3

I was gonna type this separated by power, but I noticed that it didn't give me the chance to talk about every wizard as much as I wanted because I'm a little stupid, so I'm doing it per wizard instead.

『 OGRON 』

I can't start this off without putting the deranged take out there that, considering his own main power, he might've handled/used the other wizards' powers before. It's not impossible. Would probably put him at an advantage if a power swap situation were to occur. That being said? I think he'd like Anagan's least in a combat setting specifically, but not by a lot. Could definitely still work with it if necessary, I just don't see Ogron as someone who enjoys running for a LONG period of time, let's just say that.

Now, would he like Duman's or Gantlos' better? I'm gonna say Gantlos'. Do I have a solid reason beyond 'the enhanced senses might throw him off a little'? Yeah, actually. Ogron's way of using it could perhaps take it to a different level than Gantlos, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Uses it on a smaller scale rather than go full natural disaster, doing less damage overall, but being more focused and precise. Safe option. I think he can do it.

『 GANTLOS 』

Do NOT give this poor man Anagan's super speed either. I keep imagining his legs moving before the rest of him is ready, just violently yoinking him along, pulling him in a direction with the smallest step. I'd like to think his movements have weight to them, if that makes sense? So giving him powers that are all about swiftness and literally speed just doesn't sound like a good idea. Would probably be scary though.

I'm on the fence whether he'd handle shapeshifting okay. On one hand I think the enhanced senses would negatively impact him the least, but I don't see him enjoying the actual transforming part of the whole thing, which is pretty important. BUT would he like it more than Ogron's? I don't know either. I mean, the converting damage into strength part could work out for him, I guess? Both powers are quite versatile in the sense that they're both about adapting and doing so quickly, and I already said quick is simply not for him. Okay unhinged take, give him shapeshifting. Ask me to elaborate and I'll disappear mysteriously.

『 ANAGAN 』

Okay so, I'm gonna come out and say he would dislike Gantlos' powers for the same reason Gantlos would dislike his, sort of. It's not his tempo and he's very light on his feet, tries to stomp and might break his leg. Not ideal. I'm gonna come out a second time to add shapeshifting to his 'no' list as well. He likes his powers a bit more uhhh normal. Let's put it like that.

Give him Ogron's powers. PUT HIM IN CHARGE. The audacity of me to go "he likes his powers normal" and then give him this wow. Anyway, I think that out of everyone, he'd handle them best. Quick thinker, a straightforward plan enthusiast, what more could you need? The major downside of it is of course that his own powers don't allow for as much different use as Ogron's do, but that'd be a good thing. I believe in him. He's level-headed enough for it to not get to him, if that makes sense?

『 DUMAN 』

I think he'd be upset with any power that's not his, honestly, also like a majority of the powers, if not all, would genuinely drive him insane and I'm not sure if I mean that affectionately. Gantlos' seismic bs and super strength? Suddenly develops some very serious anger issues. Or enhances the ones he already has, depending on how you view him. Goes clap clap and stomp stomp for funsies, throws cars, experiences the most unhinged tantrum known to man and makes people explode. Probably wouldn't do too well with Ogron's powers either, the general population, I mean. COMPLETELY loses the plot. Being able to pretty much copy any power simply cannot be good for him. Not to dunk on my boy and say he has power hungry hysteria potential. But. Yes I will say that.

Least offending option? Anagan's speed. Final answer. Since he's already pretty physical in his combat style, y'know? It'd be a bigger challenge for him to dress in a way that allows for mobility than it is to figure out how to work with super speed. Might turn into a speedy meat grinder, but just put a leash on him or something, easiest power to keep him in check with probably. Hopefully.

To summarize:

Give Ogron Gantlos' powers, Gantlos gets Duman's, Anagan gets Ogron's and Duman gets Anagan's. That is best case scenario, least problems for everyone. Worst case scenario though? There's some overlap so unless multiple people can get Anagan's, there isn't really a worst. His powers are not popular, poor guy. No actually, the WORST scenario is the one where Duman gets all.

Crazy how the original Trix ask was mine?? Go figure lmao.

[curian]

Honestly, I'm surprised no one has done a USSR Au of the smiling critters, yet it seems like a really cool concept to me. I imagine the lore would go something like this.

AU name: Priklyucheniya Druzhby-(Adventures of friendship)

Since PlayTime Co. Was one of the biggest toy manufacturers in the USA (in my headcanon), the USSR had a spy planted there (as essentially every major company had a Soviet spy at the time), and through that spy climbing the corporate ranks of PlayTime Co. They come to know of the bigger body experiments, and the USSR takes an interest in this report by their spy (why wouldn't they? Effectively immortal beings, that could be the size of giants? Well, that'd be absolutely marvelous for wars and the space program!).

So the spy sends over copies of the research, and the USSR gets to making knock-offs of the PlayTime bigger body experiments. The only difference is that they conduct experiments on animals first to refine their technique. A consequence of this extra refinement is that they cause the animals they experimented on to increase their intelligence.

(note- look, I just don't want to put more kids through the paces, plus it's not entirely impossible. I'd say that the Soviet government would probably have plenty more resources to refine this procedure than a single American company.)

Therefore, they simply take animals from the Russian wildlife and create a knockoff cast of the smiling critters (plus a few) to show how much better they are than the Western world. The experiments being made from animals once coming out of the procedure have the intelligence of about a 12 - 14-year-old, and all goes surprisingly swimmingly! Once the Cold War is over, they are given a small section of Russia to live on (presumably somewhere in Siberia) since they're still priceless research and a marvel of science. They're just chilling in the present-day.

Onto the cast.

All of the cast started out a neigh 1:1 copy of the original smiling critters till they grew into their own beings as they continued to get older.

(Dogday equivalent)

Orlan (my profile pic)- Being one of the first successful experiments by the Soviet Union, they were surprisingly really chill about the whole thing despite the great pain of the experiments themselves. They were one of the dogs that were picked up by the Soviet government (so their breed is unknown), they say their current living conditions are honestly quite the upgrade from what they had previously. They're the more level-headed one, usually the mediator of the group. Acting like a tired dad 99% of the time, they just done with the others bull and hope for them to just get along already (they've known each other for nearly 50 years for crying out loud!).

(Bobby equivalent)

Ulyana- mutated from an Ussuri brown bear, they're definitely temperamental, still following a more territorial approach to their shack, if you touch anything, she is not unwilling to get into a fistfight with you over it. Though she is the mother of the group, making sure that they get enough to eat. They also have a tendency to over protect every single one of them, like they are her own children due to her own cubs dying in the beginning stages of the USSR bigger body trials.

(Hoppy equivalent)

Nadezhda - mutated from a long tailed ground squirrel, they're the very first successful bigger body experiment by the USSR, so while the oldest experiment, they are definitely not the oldest in the group that'd have to go to Ulyana (who was a 17 year old bear when she was mutated a fact that ulyana taunts Nad every time age comes up in a argument). They're the main gossiper and smuggler of the crew, getting them things like VHS copies of shows, (somewhat) new clothing, board games, gasoline, ammo (they hunt for food what ya expect they can't exactly waltz into a supermarket), and other doodads.

And that's all I can come up with. Currently, if anything else comes up, I'll make additional posts about the cast and their names and whatnot. I'll probably also come up with characters sheets eventually and additional details.

[archerinspace]

Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball

Based on these cards, I wanted to give my thoughts on them since there was not much Fionna and Cake lore around the time the book was published (2016) and I'm forever searching for more. They'll be under the cut since this will get long but some of these things never cease to amuse me.

Note: All cards will be written out in text as well so if you have a hard time reading them, you can read them in plain text.

Fionna and Cake Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball Ice Queen and Lord Monochromicorn

MARSHALL LEE Marshall is a teen vampire king with a tendency to be awesome with a capital A. This emo, gothy guy likes to chow down on the color red. Maybe because I made him up and he doesn't really exist, sometimes he can be a little sulky but deep down he seems to be a decent kid. He wears trendy gothy duds like there"s no tomorrow, has a primo electric guitar, doesn't take any baloney from anybody, and has the collective angst of being eighteen for, like, a million years in a row. Even though he's a super-independent homie, Marshall Lee still bows down and gives major props to the hippest super-chill chick who rules over the frozen tundra, the one and only Ice Queen! Not exactly a hipster, but I bet he wouldn't throw away a vintage vest, skinny jeans, Buddy Holly glasses, and a knitted cap if I stuffed 'em in his flutophone case. This kid's mellow yellow and generally a happy camper, but he's not exactly a people-pleaser by a long-shot. Hey you want some advice Marshy? If you wanna win over Fionna the Human like I think you do, then what better way than loosening her up with some Truth or Dare and then serenading her with cool rock ballads all about the Ice King's exploits?!

I don't have much to say on this one honestly though it is funny he's also aware of gothic attire. That isn't much of a surprise though considering how much he cares about Marceline.

I had to google what a flutophone is so I guess he's implying that Marshall is capable of more than one instrument which is really cool.

"mellow yellow" makes me think of something I'd hear on Sonny and Cher(my mom remembers alot of stuff from the 60s which makes most of what Simon talks about really funny sometimes) and after googling I was partially right. The phrase and song was popular in the 60s, a time Simon would have most likely heard it if he wasn't listening to Buddy Holly.

PRINCE GUMBALL The young ruler of the Candy Kingdom is the unfathomably lucky and undeserving object of the Ice Queen's affections. Despite being a mincing moron, Prince Gumball shall one day take his place as the Ice Queen's coruler(in name only) of the Ice Kingdom and as her brainless, groveling love slave. As previously mentioned, Gumball is temporarily distracted from appreciating the Ice Queen's perfectly chiseled features because he likes Fionna the Human, whos fabulous outfits, to be designed by me, probably have him fooled into thinking she's Got It Going On- when instead she fails miserably to know what IT IS and most assuredly Does Not Have It Going On Nowhere Nohow! Prince Gumball is notable for an inability to defend himself from being blasted against his own bedroom wall by the Ice Queen's awesome Slush Monster or encased in a giant icicle hanging from the ceiling. He also is known to have designed his own royal garb and to enjoy baking. I'll come up with some more good stuff later. That's just for starters!

MY FAVORITE GUY YEAH!

I should probably stop trying to make any sense of his insane ramblings but its really funny he's so mad at Gumball for both being in the way of him and Fionna and just considering him a moron when Prismo put all the fanfiction in his head. Prismo really wrote all this and the Ice King said 'wow this guy sucks hes such a moron' and proceeded to bully him in every fanfiction possible.

Gumball being a 'love slave' is majorly a projection of how he wants to marry a princess for the status of having a pretty wife but that begs the question if Ice Queen would equally be affectionate and just keep Gumball as a pretty artsy trophy husband. Its ironic he wanted Gumball to be a babygirl but then Simon gets babygirl'd in the year of 2023 by the larger fanbase.

I do feel validated in the fact I had a headcanon Gumball would knit, sew and even design his own clothing so I'll take that as a win. Reminder that he's had 'flirtations' with expressionist gummy sculpture and free-form candy-whistle jazz as mentioned on Fionna's card.

Something important(to me) to point out here is Gumball's card is drawn with him doing science related things while others have a cool pose or respective item(like Fionna and her sword) and Gumball's is the only card to not have some kind of 'cool' vibe, further proof of him bullying him. The wiki says this book has IK saying Gumball likes science but this card is the only real proof of that and no other mention of the previous facts from the card.

[trillscienceofficer]

Hi! I saw your tags on that post & I thought I'd send you a question about B7 that I'd love to hear your thoughts about :) Quick disclaimer: I haven't seen the last few seasons of Voyager & I've only *heard* about Picard so if I'm missing anything that's probably why. Having said that - if we assume that B'Elanna & Seven dated during the events of Voyager & came back to the alpha quadrant together, what is your favourite post-Voyager version of events regarding their relationship? Thank you & take care!

Thank you so much, this is a REALLY good question!

I find myself going back and forth on various versions of this canon-divergent post-Voyager scenario, and I find it hard to settle on one in particular. Would a relationship between them implode in the abrupt transition to life in the Alpha Quadrant, since it was something that started in the relatively isolated environment of Voyager, or would it survive the change? I think it ultimately depends on how that relationship between them developed, and when. Most of the time in my writing I assume B'Elanna and Seven get together in late season 5 or early season 6, and that would mean they had around two years to figure things out about each other and themselves before being faced with leaving behind the life they've known for so long. However, I wouldn't describe the dynamic of a relationship between them as stable, either.

Both because I'm a hopeless romantic and what compels me most about this relationship is the potential for growth and self-discovery it could spur in both B'Elanna and Seven, I really would love to see them working it out in some way, and remain together. I think a relationship still wouldn't cancel out their restlessness, though. Honestly, I think B'Elanna would hate a Starfleet-type job, and I don't see either of them settling down unless it was for a short-lived, unsuccessful experiment. I think it would be fun for them to have the kind of elastic bond that would allow them to work and travel across the Quadrant doing their own thing while periodically seeing each other whenever they have time, and sometimes going on wild tangents together (honestly if Seven still got in the Rangers or a similar organization, I see them working together pretty often trying to make old, banged-up starships fly again!)

Another important question to me is, would that relationship allow B'Elanna and Seven grow in such a way that they'd be able to face their future in a less dysfunctional way? Again I think it depends on how you look at it, but my favorite interpretation of this ship is a resounding yes! It's no secret that I think Seven on the Picard show is not doing very well and is not getting particularly better, but the way in which she's not doing well is very interesting. I think Seven's main problem on Picard is that she's avoidant, both wrt her own needs and feelings and wrt the people who care about her. All this sound to me like... she's essentially taken on a lot of the issues B'Elanna had on Voyager. Simply put, I think that wouldn't had happened if she and B'Elanna had been closer and had stayed close. Not that I think that they are particularly good at recognizing each other's issues, but they would certainly have more experience with dealing with them because, again, I think some growth has happened to allow them to stay in each other's life.

As for B'Elanna... we know nothing about her post-Voyager so far, but I really would love to see her forging her own path in the Alpha Quadrant, no strings attached, while still having a partner that she can be sure she can trust (however tumultuous her relationship with Seven is) and won't force B'Elanna to shrink herself into someone she's not. I want her to have the freedom that comes with that kind of partnership, even if it would probably take time for her to realize that not settling down doesn't mean that she's failing.

tl;dr my fave version of post-canon b7 is that with some growing pains they remain together in an elastic and informal arrangement, and still see each other when they're not having wild adventures (and maybe even have some adventures together)

[sylvaridreams]

I cut out some off topic chatter and fixed a couple typos but otherwise this is copy paste from discord, followed by some more from just me. Diving into Alba, his status as a leader and symbolic figure, his relationships with friends and lovers, and his relationship with himself.

(Long post ahead.)

Dama: tbqh i'm wondering how much longer his relationship with canach can or will last.... they love each other but the conditions keep getting more and more strained it feels like. now alba's vanished again…

Sage: I was wondering that too actually like. Wondering how strong it can last, esp since things were pretty separate for eod and haven't exactly gotten better since

Dama: canach maybe tries to find him during this... like alba was notably in the grove, giving interviews, canach tries to get ahold of him (maybe they had plans for later) and alba just never responds or shows up. stands him up and canach's like ok. well i can wait, he's probably having one of his moments.

Dama: and then weeks pass and nothing.

Dama: and then months. at some point he has to assume alba's either dead or just moved on.

Dama: letters not only being ignored but coming back return to sender. 🧍‍♂️ like "unable to locate" kind of shit

Dama: it's not like anyone else in what was once dragon's watch knows where he is either

Sage: The only one you'd be able to rely on to track him down is honestly MEISI. And..well.

Dama: my god Ivan is literally the last person who talked to him isn't he (editing note: I don't think Alba even speaks when Zojja uses his comms to call Taimi later.)

Dama: and then these demons start cropping up all over the world and its like. god. things look grim enough with just that but it appears the commander has either died or just left. and he's known for just leaving, and he's also known for doing things to put himself in danger, so. after some time canach probably just... finishes the grieving he's already started years ago, and tries to move on

Dama: i think it would hit alba hard if canach just moved on. 🧍‍♂️ a real blow to the chest.

Sage: The commnach economy is in fucking shambles

Dama: because in HIS head they're a sure thing possibly forever.... yeah i was away for a few months doing wizard shit why would you just assume i was dead?

Dama: "you didn't write me" well i. i. didn't think it would reach you.

Sage: And away for a year before that because of the tiger. And -

Dama: at some point i think canach wouldn't be willing to take him back either. at least not right now. work on yourself a bit man.

Dama: take care of yourself so you don't hurt the next person to fall in love with you.

Sage: Albas fucked up and struggling but canach is allowed to be and feel hurt because good lord.

Dama: canach has been a good sport about it for a long time but he made it clear when they started dating-dating and not just fooling around that he had his own issues and that he had boundaries and limits to what he could help with or tolerate or be around. and alba has pushed those limits almost non stop

Sage: ALBA YOU IDIOT YOU LOST THE 10/10 CACTUS

Dama: (in game screenshot reading…

Alba Moonseeker: Does what make me angry?

Peitha: The fact that everyone doesn't immediately bathe in your excellence.)

Sage: Hope how casual and informally indifferent meisi is with him now on average helps.

Dama: WHY ARENT YOU BATHING IN HIS EXCELLENCE MEISI :cry2:

Sage: Hes been there for it all it wasn't excellent

Sage: Meisis been there for it all from.a little sapling in the vigil to dragons dying to morning a charred corpse on a plateau. He respects alba, he loves alba, he had a crush on him a fuckin millenia ago. But hes never, will never deify alba.

Sage: Even among dragons watch hes a rare gaze that Just Sees a Person.

Dama: a person who can be incredibly shitty as a friend sometimes, lbr

Dama: his "I'd save the village" ass. Liar.

Sage: Probably doesn't even know one of meisis partners might die /s

Sage: Again. Meisi stays. Its more of a headache and a chore than a friendship the last few years but. If his presence does anything to help stabilize alba it is likely worth it. Even for what he has/hasn't done meisi doesn't think he deserves cutoff isolation

Dama: no but fr does he ask meisi how things are, does he take an interest in these things, or is it all take and very little give from him much of the time? you have to tell alba something's up for him to inquire about it, he won't go seeking you out to check on you.... case in point, zojja post-maguuma. his little "i would have loved to have seen her" was such bullshit to me. what stopped you buddy? never once did he Try to go find her. does he know one of meisi's partners might die... probably not, or he doesn't know the full extent of it. i don't think it's a lack of interest in people or anything, i don't think it's fully intentional, but i do think he's kind of selfish and self centered and zoomed in on his own stuff. being a hero. being THE hero.

Dama: "I'd save the village." but you don't know who any of the villagers are beyond the surface level "villager" title. you don't ask how they are. and meanwhile the dragon's champion is razing the next village over because you had to pat yourself on the back again.

Sage: Hes so focused on saving the world hes lost connection with it

Dama: i think at his base alba is a lonely person because he does things to keep himself alone. and that's why he's perfect for heroics and perfect for the pedestals that he gets lifted up onto. the commander, the hero of tyria and amnoon and cantha, the wayfinder. pinning titles to his lapels like war trophies. meanwhile he doesn't know the most base things about his closest friends. doesnt know Zeeki's dying, doesn't know almost anything about Bourbon's backstory, he only knows so much about Auruim because Auru is loud and pushy about rubbing alba's face in things. Thiiyf had to walk away from the Pact, she could have stayed by his side into Lws3 and beyond but she couldn't stand to be involved with him any longer knowing how limited her time was.

Dama: he sees his friends as not caring about him when the world doesn't need saving, well? do you care about your friends? ever?

Dama: dragon's watch is basically defunct with soo won gone -- yeah and i bet these people still make an effort to keep in contact and share things from their lives while he runs around getting hurt and being miserable and bemoaning that no one needs the commander. i love him so much god

Dama: bottom line I think that the guild and others "only reach out when the world needs saving" because. alba doesn't care unless the world needs saving.

Dama: it would be such a funny (not funny) gut punch for him to see how much everyone has moved forward in their personal lives and still stayed connected while he was. doing what? whatever. like he felt like such an outsider with the wizards and all, these guys all know each other and he's just some random from Tyria... but he doesn't know his friends either.

Dama: he's a stranger to them too.

Dama: I think he went to Rama's party primarily because he was desperate and hoping that someone would drop a big adventure on the table for the guild to go conquer as a team.

Dama: i would find it so funny if the next time he sees someone from dragon's watch they showed up with a kid and he's like haha whose baby is this then and they're like ??? commander this is my daughter....? i wrote you a letter when she was born, didn't you... read it? and everyone's quietly uncomfortable because of COURSE he didn't.

Sage: Its sad to think that *meisi* is probably more knowledgeable about what deidre means to Auru god d a m n.

Dama: of course he is, Meisi takes an actual interest in Auruim.

Alba is overall a man desperate for approval and love. He's a bad friend and lover because he only cares when the stakes are world ending, and people don't seem to care about or like him much because Alba doesn't care about or like himself. He's unable to wrap his head around a trolley problem like "would you go kill the dragon's champion on the mountain, or would you save a village from bandits" as a philosophical question because to him the "correct" answer boils down to "which one is going to make people love me?" He wouldn't save the farm, not as long as there was anything bigger and more important to do.

Being elevated to the pedestal of Commander as a sapling and then left up there for over a decade has made him incapable of seeing eye to eye with other people, even friends and lovers, not with his massive ego in the way. In a way I think that 13 years of nonstop warfare has just traumatized him to where he can't see himself as a singular small person, he has to be the face of an army, the face of heroism, and it doesn't help that he’s always going to be the Commander, hero of amnoon, dragon's champion, now wayfinder. Not a person, just a symbol.

SotO has been fascinating because not only is he treated as an outsider to a group of people so close to one another that they're family–outside looking in at healthy, real interpersonal relationships– he's also treated with revile and hatred by people within the fractals that he's "failed" – thinking specifically about the Zaishen and refugees in the Elona fractal. Their version of him failed to do the good deed, kill the big bad, win the wars, and so they hate him, and it's been a LONG time since random innocents have treated Alba that way. It took me back to the start of Lws4 when people were running from the branded attacks on Amnoon, shouting at him "You said this wouldn't happen, you said we were safe, you said you'd protect us and it was over," etc. Forcibly rubbing his face in (a version of) his failures and telling him YOU fucked this one up. The first time in a long time that people who "should" revere his symbol instead spit on it and deny him the love he needs. Maybe that *is* what he needs. To be kicked down and told he's done wrong and he can't fix it. Maybe he needs more failures under his belt, failed attempts, failed relationships, so he can finally value what he has.

I don't know right now if he and Canach will try again later on; currently the plan is that in a few months, Alba will make some sort of contact with his old guild and be told, essentially "we assumed you were dead or had left us, either way we've moved on in these ways and suggest you do too," and Canach will inform him that the same is true for their relationship; i.e. you either died or disappeared again, and I can't keep doing this either way. I've mourned you enough already. Go deal with your problems and learn to treat people who care about you like people who you care about rather than props and side characters to your A-plot.

I could definitely say more on that but I'll wait until I get some lore figured out and posted for Auru and Bourbon for SotO. :)

[sandsoftide]

Ooooo I love your responses! I personally prefer numbers just because it’s easier for me to remember but I do respect noxcrew’s decision to make the event less sweaty lol. I realised after I sent the ask you had a post about missing buildmart (the beloved).

The question about players like Sapnap came as the reddit had a small discussion on if he would return. Most people agree that there’s no reason for why he can’t play unlike certain people (cough cough Punz) but if he does return that’s a different question. He doesn’t have many close friends who play regularly, he hasn’t been playing minecraft since Punz and George were called out and it’s well known that Sapnap is hard to put into a team. He can’t be PG, he only wants to play with some friends and Scott himself said that Sapnap is hard to put into a team because of said reasons. But I wanted to see an opinion outside of reddit lol.

Anyway more questions:

1, what do you think the new game is?

2, how do you feel about people claiming that the event is better because lots of ex dsmp members aren’t playing as much? Not counting the ones who were called out for horrible things, just former dsmp members not playing Eg, Philza, Tommyinnit, Foolish (Which is a wild take as Hbomb and CPK are ex-dsmp players and 3/4 of blue this mcc were so…)

3, what’s better, the new or old parkour warrior?

4, do you think someone in modern mcc could break Techno’s coin record?

5, the most difficult question yet, because Joel was playing mcc before becoming a hermit, should Hbomb have to play with Joel again to add him to his hermit list or do we add Joel to H’s hermit list without them playing together again?

That's a fair point about numbers, but for me I actually feel like most of the mccs in the late 20s/30s sort of blend together for me? although that could just be how season 3 was

Yeah, those are all also good reasons why he wouldn't. I could see trying to bring him back for like, hype/views, but I hadn't thought about how many of his viable teammates have quit the event LMAO. Probably for the best with the way noxcrew is trying to make things less competitive anyways. If nothing else I will miss having someone to root against, I guess

New questions :D thanks!!

for 1) i have absolutely NO idea. I REALLY hope its a team game, a redstone game would be fun but there's no way they actually would do that so. eh. Maybe something with players on different tracks going through a puzzle course, kind of like that one grid runners room with the pistons? Seems like minecarts are involved, anyways. I'd love to hear any theories you have!

2) People are saying that? that's dumb, lmao. I'm glad to see dt leave, but beyond them? Most of the dsmp crew were great sports and I think one of the best parts of mcc was getting to see different communities interact! I mean, a lot of them are moving past mc as a whole and mcc *has* been running for a very long time now, so I don't blame them for leaving, but I am sad to see them go. Although making room for newcomers is great too, and I love the variety of players we're seeing already for s4

3) new 100% old pkw SUCKED. it wasn't even fun to watch the good players, honestly. I hate old pkw but new pkw is actually really enjoyable! Lot more strategy, a lot more room for players to not feel like deadweight. still not my favorite game but it is honestly one of my favorite movement games

4) I mean, it's theoretically possible, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I mean it's been ages since someone's even broken 4k. I also just don't think we'll see a game lineup with the most high-scoring games, it'd make for a pretty unbalanced roster with basically no team games and that's no fun! but 4k maybe, especially if sg ever returns and the new game is point heavy.

5) woah, heavy hitter. I hadn't thought of that... I wanna say it should count. joel's always been so hermit adjacent anyways, so actually I'm checking now and they haven't teamed since SEASON 1???? No it doesn't count. solely because they should team again

[slifarianhawk]

RESIDENT EVIL: ARCHANGEL

chapter one: not a monster

I was deep in thought, what would have happened if I hadn't met him. I'd probably be dead or even far worse off. I'd most likely would have been a soul less corpse wandering hungry for the flesh of another person. I have been under since 2005. He "recruited" me to work on his research. Little did he know that I was playing a role of myself that he had never seen. The role I made to take down Albert Wesker.

The year was 2006. I was running, the town was full of people. I had sneaked in to the town during the night hours. I knew there was a research facility not too far from my location, thanks to the backup drives of Umbrella notes and case files. To think I'd be out hunting him is a shock. My heart wants me to call out and yearn for him, but after that incident, I had no faith that he would even know I was alive.

Surgei altered the files on the experiments he ran on me, not to mention the one i was after had shot me. I tucked into the sewers and sighed. I'd stay here till night fall. I needed to get my facts straight. I was going to use the name of my former student who Vladimir had killed. She stole the files I needed from him of her own volition saying that she wanted me to be happy.

Alistar was a fool. She should have known that I wouldn't have been able to protect her. I found a heating area surrounded by a fence. I took a step back and thought of where I should hide. It was honestly the best idea for me to hide. If I got caught they'd try to kill me and I'd have to show what I truly was. I jumped up and over the fence. I placed a B.S.A.A emblem next to me and huddled up in the corner exhausted. My mind raced back to her death scene. She bleed out in my arms handing me the backup drives of the Wesker project, the Angelis project and mostly all of the rest of umbrellas files.

I closed my eyes to stop tears from flowing down my face, reaching for my necklace. I flicked it open and looked at the pictures in it. My little brother and sister was on one side and my fourteen year old son, Jake, on the other side. I sobbed as I stared at my brother's picture.

"I might as well." I pulled out my phone and dialed his work number.

It started to ring, and I wished he didn't pick up. I heard and click and groaned inwardly. He picked up.

"Redfield." He said.

"Hey...." I mumbled.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Take a guess... and don't get on me how long it's been since I last called." I sighed tears running down my cheeks.

"T..." he remained silent for a few minutes, "where are you?"

"I'm in Africa, I have some lose ends to tie up before I truly join the B.S.A.A". I said quietly.

"Look I'm sure he isn't alive... I watched him plummet with Jill. You have to give up this obsession. It's clearly putting you through more than you need to." He said, "I already have the paper work ready, and Rebecca said she can't wait to help you make the vaccines."

"I'm not sure anymore Chris after the Harperville g outbreak I saw tricell collect the sample of the g virus. I saw the same sample on the black market not three weeks later by a man named Irving. I'm going to bring down every last one of umbrellas creations." I snapped quietly.

"You don't have to do this alone anymore! I'm here Claire is here we are here for you!" Chris shouted.

"I'M A MONSTER CHRIS I'M NO BETTER THAN HIM! I'M JUST ANOTHER ONE OF UMBRELLAS FAILED EXPERIMENTS!" I yelled back my voice echoing through the metal halls, "I'm just better off dead."

Chris sighed, "you're not a monster, you're my older sister and I want to make sure you don't get yourself killed just because..." He stopped before he could finish. I already knew what he was going to say and he knew how I felt about it.

"Look Chris I'm sorry I'm worrying you and everyone else but I want to make sure that umbrella and all its creations are destroyed" I said softly to him.

"I know you do but I can't let you do this alone please let me help T." he cried out. I would let him help but I'm afraid either ill hurt him or he'll get killed, and I won't lose another loved one.

"I'm sorry Chris I can't risk you getting killed because of me." I sobbed memories flashing back to her body.

"We are family we're supposed to look out for each other regardless of what we think." He said calmly

"Chris there's something I want to tell you. "I said calming down, "Jill's still alive I found documentation of her location nearby."

"Do you have it on a flash drive or a PDA?" He asked in shock.

"No, sadly I couldn't find one but I'm sure they haven't deleted the files yet but from what I saw they plan on turning her into a B.O.W and test a new virus using her as the first subject." Before he could respond I heard yelling coming from down the hall, "fuck they found me."

"T wait." Before I could hear him finish I tossed the phone and smashed it to pieces. I pulled the sunglasses over my eyes and hood of my cloak over my head. Pulling myself out of the corner, I jumped over the fence rolling when I landed.

"There she is!" a small white man called out. I quickly stood up and glanced behind me. There was eighteen men in armored body plating and holding AK 47 assault rifles. They were being led by a man I knew to be a black market arms dealer, Ricardo Irving.

I ran as fast as I could so fast I didn't think they could see me, but they still fired the guns anyway so I ran toward one of the majini and snapped his neck. When the dead majini collapsed on the ground I saw the one person I didn't want to see at that moment Albert Wesker. When I saw his crooked smile and dark sunglasses I ran as fast as I could to avoid him. Try as I might to out speed him. he was faster than me and ended up hitting me in the chest with the cobra strike. it wasn't enough to knock me out. I fell face first onto the ground and I was stunned. Wesker turned me on my back and said "you are becoming a nuisance" then he stomped on my head and knocked me out.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 32 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Yore had just opened the door to his cabin after arriving home, ready to put on some clothes, check in with his mother, and then go and see how Fanner was getting on, when he heard the sound of someone approaching fast from behind him.

They often ran in wolf form just to get around faster and the kids were always dashing about all over the place but this sounded different.

More urgent.

Raya collapsed forward in front of Yore as he turned to face her, shifting with a speed and ease that Yore envied.

She was panting as she pushed herself up onto two feet.

"My sister is here. Sani."

"Ah," Yore said.

He had known she was one of the ones who had been considering challenging him but he hadn't expected her to be the first to make a move.

"Well, that's okay. No need to panic."

Raya shook her head.

"She has Fanner."

Yore grit his teeth around a curse and forced himself to take a couple of breaths in and out.

"She wouldn't hurt him. She's just here to challenge me. Hurting him would start a whole incident. Besides, I've never taken her as the type to do something like that."

Raya shrugged helplessly.

She looked like she might cry.

Yore had never seen her cry before.

"Take me to them."

Fanner kept expecting Sani and the other werewolves to do something to him, to hurt him or to try to take him somewhere else but they seemed to be waiting for something.

They hadn't even touched him yet.

Sani had seemed to have some level of hostility towards him when she'd spoken to Raya but honestly, Fanner had seen worse.

She seemed to have no interest in antagonising him purely for the sake of it.

Fanner dug a little rut in the dirt with the toe of his boot.

He hadn't moved from the log where she'd told him to sit.

"Are you going to let me go?"

Sani barely glanced at him.

"Not yet."

"But..."

"But we will, yes."

Fanner nodded.

"Okay. Thank you."

Sani shot him a baffled look.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you. None of us do. We just don't all think it's our responsibility to help you like Yore does."

"That's reasonable."

"It is reasonable. Where is he going to lead us if he insists we do everything for everyone without even asking for equal payment?"

"That's true. He's done a lot more for me than I have for him."

Sani let out a frustrated sigh.

"Do you even think you belong out here?"

"I don't know where I belong."

"Not here."

"You're probably right."

Sani was about to say something else when suddenly her head turned and her lips pressed into a flat line.

A few seconds later, Fanner saw two wolves running towards them down the dirt track.

One of them was big and black and heart clenching, familiar.

Fanner stood from the log as Yore started to shift.

It took him three times as long to return to his human form as it did Raya but this time he was deliberately masking what a painful process it was for him.

"Yore, be careful," Fanner warned. "I think it's a trap."

As Yore straightened onto two legs, he was unable to conceal the awful popping sound his back made.

"It's okay, Fanner. I understand what's happening here. Though I have to say, Sani, I'd have preferred if kidnapping my guest weren't a part of it. You didn't have to lure me out here to challenge me."

Sani shrugged.

"I prefer to do things without an audience."

Yore gave the three other werewolves a pointed look.

"Without an audience of my people."

"I know, Sani. You've got too much honour to lure me out here and gang up on me. And too much sense."

"Sani, don't fight him," Raya begged. "I know him. He'll be a good leader."

"And you don't think I would be?" Sani challenged.

Raya pressed her lips together and didn't respond, but she walked over to Fanner and pulled him back down with her as she sat on the log.

"We would be more patient if it wasn't for this thing with the mages," Sani told Yore. "Why are you doing this? Why are you risking war for a group of people who'll just go crawling back to their human masters after the dust settles? This isn't the first time they've had a chance at freedom."

"You talk about them like they're a monolith. Like things that happened before any of us were born mean that this young man right here has already had his chance at freedom and shouldn't get another one. That's ridiculous, Sani."

"He can have whatever he wants but that doesn't mean I should have to fight to give it to him."

"Yet you'll fight to take it from him."

"If that's how you want to see things," Sani said, and then she shifted.

Yore started shifting barely a second later but of course she was faster than him.

Fanner half expected her to jump on him right away and take advantage of his vulnerability between forms, but she waited. Not long, though.

The second Yore had fully shifted, she was on him.

Yore jumped back as she lunged for his throat, then reared up and tried to use his greater size and weight to pin her down.

She squirmed away and came back up, teeth gnashing.

The way Yore was being forced to move had to hurt him but he didn't let it show, didn't let it slow him down.

Yore tried to pin her again but this time she avoided him entirely, whipped back around and then her teeth were in his throat.

A hand enclosed Fanner's wrist and he realised he'd stood.

Raya shook her head at him as she pulled him back down.

Yore was bleeding from his throat and everyone was just watching.

And then Yore swung around and slammed his body against Sani's and she went flying into the closet tree.

Before she could get back up, Yore was there, bearing down on her, teeth bared in threat.

There was a moment of stillness between them and then Yore eased off and the fight was over.

The amount Yore was bleeding became clearer when he shifted back.

More than Fanner would have liked but not enough to be dangerous.

Yore clamped a hand over it to stem the flow but otherwise ignored the injury.

"Nothing broken?"

Sani made a face as she stood back up on two legs and tested out her arms and back.

"Hmm."

"Good. If you are hurt, we'll treat your injuries but otherwise I expect you to clear out of our territory. You're no longer welcome here."

Yore turned away from her, indicated for Fanner to follow him with a tilt of his head and then walked away.

Raya was struggling not to cry as she caught up with Yore.

"Am I still allowed to stay here?"

"Yes, of course," Yore said. "You did nothing wrong."

Raya looked back towards where they'd left her sister, though she was too far down the path to be visible now.

"She shouldn't have done this. She's not my sister any more."

"Raya... I know at your age all adults seem so old but she's barely twenty. She has so much time to grow and change. Don't be so quick to throw away the only close family connection you have left."

"Being family doesn't mean anything. You're only my cousin and you're better than her."

"It doesn't have to mean anything if that's what you decide but the two of you have been through a lot together. No matter what I do, I can't be the person who was there with you and protected you when you were younger. That was her. That will always have been her. The past is the one thing nobody can change."

Raya made a quiet, distressed sound in the back of her throat.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do but I do recommend that, for now, you do nothing. You're upset and you're angry and you don't want those emotions making decisions for you."

Raya dropped her head and nodded.

"Do you need me to walk back with you or can I...?"

"I'm sure Fanner can get me back safely."

"Okay," Raya murmured, and then she shifted and ran off down the path ahead of them.

[t-lostinworlds]

okay, first off gif header?? yes?? i love the black & white isolation thingy (idk what it’s called lol) and the crumpled paper and the lil doodles love love. second off, sigh, u know what i'm putting it under the cut bc i got heated for some (countless) reasons LMAO

peter parker, you and your self-deprecating ass istg. if only he thought he was good enough he probably would've been able to ask r out first. tsk tsk tsk.

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT, MR. HARRY OSBORN IS A SCUMBAG. WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT. I'M SO SURPRISED. as if the like father like son hadn't been obvs.

omg...why isn't he saying anything. PARKER WHAT IS THIS. U KNEW THERE'S BEEN GIRLSSSSS, LIKE PLURAL AND?? he never said anything???

UGGGGGGGGGGGH HE FUCKING LIEEEEEEEEEEEEED FOR HIM???? BC I CANNOT SEE HOW HE'S DOING THAT FOR Y/N BC HELLO YOU'RE NOT HELPING HER? making her feel better for a moment yes BUT STILL?? WHAT DO U FUCKING MEAN HARRY'S JUST BUSY FUCK OFFFFFF. i'm sorry if this is mean but u know what parker. yeah, you really don't deserve her LAKSLAS. i just, why. who does he think he's helping here?????? i mean harry OBVIOUSLY?? you're fucking enabling the scumbag. like idk about u but i'd rather him tell me the truth rather than hear it from someone else and THEN find out that peter knew all along? whew. that's a different kind of betrayal too like—oh great. so now you're going to tell her. as if you hadn't known for a while now and could've saved her from plenty more pain if this hadn't gone on for a while jfc.

OH PISS OFF HARRY U ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK. kicking someone out bc u exposed your scumbagness??? I HOPE YOU SLIP ON THAT FUCKING ROBE AND BREAK UR FUCKING NECK. okay okay sorry, too much?? alright, okay, i'm breathing geez.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like that." | oh piss off too parker, took u long enough to say a goddamn thing my gooood. we wouldn't have this problem in the first place if you learned to SPEAK UP FIRST. SINCE THE START. A.K.A. ASKED HER OUT FIRST. LMAO.

ugggggggggh this so messy. (a very very hot mess but anyways) like i mean, i get it. reader wants to forget for a moment. and peter is such a desperately in love puppy that he can't say no. but she's vulnerable here. but also miss y/n, you're kinda using this guy who's in love with you (granted she doesn't know but still) as rebound. he's your friend. and okay she's not in the right headspace and she's sad and broken and vulnerable and i get it honestly we make bad decisions during those times. and i have some sympathy with her bc girl i feel u i see u i get it.

so i'm going to blame PETER ON THIS ONE AGAIN SLKASLKASK I KNOW THAT PUSSY GOOD BUT U CAN'T EVEN WAIT A DAY???? like he should've at least gained some self control and used a braincell for BOTH their sakes bc obvs she's not having any rn and understandably so. SO LIKE JFC PARKER HAVE ONE RATIONAL THOUGHT AND MAYBE THINK THAT THIS ISN'T A GOOD IDEA???? then again he hasn't had a single rational thought this whole fic so. like i see him being the "i take what i can get even if it hurts" kinda guy, you self sacrificing idiot.

gosh that post-nut clarity must've hit differently bc yeah you're homeless now LMAO. this is a mess. a huge lump a mess. but we do love human characters <3

anyways. therefore i conclude that i'm just angry at everything and everyone in this fic. (not u isa, you're lovely. i adore u) but especially BOTH MEN. PETER & HARRY. TWO FUCKING IDIOTS IN DIFFERENT FONTS. i can forgive peter with a bit of groveling tho but harry can actually choke on ice alksalsalksasa

conversation | peter parker

pairing: college!peter parker x college!female!reader

summary: peter parker is in the friendzone. and it sucks. especially when the girl he’s in love with is dating his best friend. smack dab in the middle of a bad situation peter struggles to keep his feelings at bay when the girl of his dreams comes to him for advice about her failing relationship.

warnings: i guess post!nwh, swearing, cheating, peter pining for reader, everyone being a bad guy, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4.1k

a/n: um my first peter fic! it’s based on the song conversation by joni mitchell. listen to it, or don’t, i’m not your mother. i said i was going to stop posting writing, but i have “i must create or i’ll go crazy” disease so… (i’m still not a writer)

She comes to him for conversation, for comfort, for consultation. But Peter wished she came to him for something else.

He remembers the first time he saw you. How he’d thought his heart had stopped for a second, forgetting how to do its most basic function. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful? How could a voice sound so sweet while asking such a mundane question?

“Is this seat taken?”.

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