#i just want some more focus on harvey’s past is that TOO MUCH

[subwaytostardew]

Can we see some clingy Emmet daily dialogue?

Yes you can. 🫡

Going to paste some lines instead of taking screenshots since I need to reorganize what lines happen at what day/heart level later. Also because they're somewhat long (every sentence we write ends up being a paragraph... I hope that's okay.)

Including some marriage lines since he isn't super clingy with you until after 6 hearts (he doesn't really trust you...)

▷ Station Steward Thylak

▽ Emmet’s Regular Daily Dialogue▽

"You should talk to me more. I am Emmet. I like listening to you. If others think you talk too much, they are wrong. I will fight them. Huh? I don't have to do that? Fine... Well. You still shouldn't focus on others. Or what they think. I think you are the best. Perfect. That is all that matters. What you think is all that matters to me, too."

"Joltik really likes you. They're verrrry attached to you. Yup. Pokémon sometimes choose their trainers. If you were allowed to have Pokémon. I would give you this particular one. But... I am not allowed to. I would get in trouble with the Ferngill Republic. Instead, I have a picture of you that they like to look at it. I like to look at it as well... You have the best smile! It is perfect! But seeing you in person is much better. Nothing beats seeing your smile in the moment. Yup! Joltik would agree! They'd like to see you more, too!"

"I am Emmet. You know. If you ever feel down or lonely. I am always here for you. If you aren't. I will wait until then. You can trust me. I would never lie to you. I am nothing but honest. Sometimes that is seen as a problem. Oh well. Dishonest people don't deserve your time. Mine, too. I don't talk to people much. I don't trust them. I want to trust you though. I am Emmet. I like having you as a friend. Don't betray me. The truth is verrrrrry important!"

"You look like you had a bad day. I will make it better. That's what friends are for. If you have any problems. Let me know how to fix it. If you don't know how, tell me what's wrong. I will figure out what track to depart on. Don't worry about it. I need to return your gestures. I complain a lot. You listen to me. You should complain to me. I want to be the best friend you've ever had. You have to tell me."

"Right on schedule! My favorite person. My favorite part of my routine. I was waiting for you. I haven't seen you for a verrry long time. I missed you verrrry much. You should stay with me forever. I'm happier being a two-car train with you. Oh… I understand if you need to depart. I have work, too. I should attend to my station. I will see you tomorrow."

▽ Emmet’s Marriage Daily Dialogue▽

"I am Emmet. I am needy. And clingy. I know. But tell me if you don't want to conduct physical contact, okay? I will understand. I have those days, too. It is important to check safety. I never want you to hide the truth. Don't keep it from me. I don't want to make you feel sick. You are my exception. I don't want to lose you. But if you are all clear for affection. I expect hugs and kisses. Lots and lots. You should expect them, too. Follow the rules! Everyone smile! All aboard! Our destination is set for smooching station. Choo choo! "

"Let's make an early departure to sleepytime junction today. It is hard for me to sleep without you. Even before we lived together, I would need to think about you to convince myself to go to bed. I didn't want to listen to Dr. Harvey, but you would have wanted me to sleep. So I had to sleep. We don't have to sleep, though. We can have fun instead. I just want to spend time with you. I need you by my side. Make sure you return to our station soon, okay?"

"There's that smile! My favorite part of my routine. I really like seeing your smile every day. It's the best. Perfect. I'm jealous. I have to make mine as good as yours! Only you can make me have certain smiles. None of them are better than your own. It's too good. Yup, verrry impressive! I want your smile. It should be mine. Hm… Do you show that smile to anyone else? If you don't. Technically it is. My smile is yours! I hope yours is mine."

"Do you still love me? Mm. Just checking. You never know when something might change. It is always important to conduct your safety checks. I am Emmet. I still love you. How about now? Do you hate me? Don't look at me like that. Every second is verrrry important. If you misread one thing, the rest will be totally different. I know. I know... I think too much about splitting tracks. Conducting safety checks make me feel better. That. And I want to hear you say you love me again. I'll repeat it back for you, too. It's only fair. I love you!"

"I am Emmet. And I am in love. My darling loves me back. Oh! Sorry. I was talking to myself again. I still have a hard time convincing myself that you like me back. You didn't do anything wrong. I am Emmet. I just need affirmations. For everything. Because I am Emmet."

[theradicalscrivener]

I am a really big fan of how you write shrinking stories (specifically when it comes to cock shrinking, but I also like when it involves the entire body).

And I was thinking about Wash from Canis Drainem.

The thing is, I cannot stop thinking about two possible scenarios.

1) Wash stopped shrinking when he was the exact same size as his cock was when he was full size. I think there is something very hot about being the same size as your cock, but even more so when you were proud about how big it was. And it's now your height. You can be a human cock, in a way, if you wanted to. It's a very hot idea to me, at least. And I wonder if you have ever written something like that? Or if Wash would have enjoyed his existence as a cock sized man.

2) Instead of shrinking and shrinking, Wash stops at what is small, but not out of the ordinary for humans. That is, he goes from 7 feet tall to something like 4'11. Undoubtedly small, but he would still be able to be independent. It also effectively changes the dynamics Wash has with the world, as he is shorter than most adults. And it would be interesting to me how his life would have been like if he stopped shrinking at that height.

I know it's a long ask to answer. And I contemplated asking two different asks, but since both are derived from the same story... I thought it was best to include both scenarios here.

But you are free to just write what you think about one of them, or none. No pressure.

Anyway. Thank you. And have a nice day. Hopefully your new ears have been working properly and comfortably.

Those are both very fun ideas, but they'd be fundamentally different stories.

That would have put Wash at about the 10 inch range. Which would have put him a bit bigger than Harvey's cock. Would have been interesting to see him having a bit of pride at being bigger than Harvey's cock despite being less than a foot tall. I feel like I'd have to have done something in the past in that size range because it's so much fun. I know that Devon is very close to his old cock size. (He was 8" hung and now he's a smidge over 7" tall). It's a fun scenario. Especially if the tiny guy is a bit cocky and or dominant in such a way that he likes to like manhandle the cocks that are nearly as large as he is. In wash's scenario, he'd probably really get into being that size. The biggest issues would be that he would be so large that he's easily visible and would not be easy to keep his new size a secret. So the main story would probably focus around them trying to decide if they wanted to try and keep his existence a secret or if Wash wanted to go public with being a ten inch stud. I remember there was a scene in that story when Wash got to be about the same size as Harvey's cock where Harvey pinned him to the floor beneath his dick and was basically grinding his cock against the guy. This was about the part where Wash really started to realize that he was enjoying being tiny so him getting stuck at that size would probably be a lot of him going back and forth since he's enjoying being small but doesn't want to admit it, and also, he's still large enough that he can almost interact with his old life if he chose to. Like, he can't play ball anymore, but he could try to reach out to his old teammates, but that most likely wouldn't go well for him.

There's a lot of fun to be had at that size as well, but it would be a very different story. It would more be like the shrinking was the prologue, and him learning to adjust to being kid-sized would be the major plot arc. Like, he couldn't wear any of his old clothes, and when he has to shop for more, he has to get like some loaners at first. He's used to being massive, and so having to borrow clothes from a little guy that he used to bully only to realize that these clothes are far too huge for him to wear, and then when he does find clothes that fit him, he realizes he has to shop in the kid's section. It's just a series of blows to his ego. Then he tries to go about his life. He's still beefy, but he's almost half his old height. He's like eye-level with his bro's belly buttons. Imagine him getting to the locker room and getting ready to gear up for practice, but all his former subordinates are now looming over him and teasing him like he had once teased them. Although... Wash is so hung, proportionally, that his cock would still be well over 6 inches. I'd imagine he'd still have some ammo he could use with that.

And yeah, the ears are working well for the most part. I've been slowly working out the bugs. Although, I have some kinda flu this week (not the rona fortunately) so my ear's are like sore and itchy and inflamed, so the little implants hurt a lot. orz

[myalchod]

AU where Rose Harvey is both alive and well and still with Ben post-Aster Dell 😌

But is it really an AU? Is it really? I guess we'll never know. Thanks, showrunners. 😒

1. She knows there are things he saw during his time in Rosalind’s battalion that she won’t ever be able to understand, because she's been a soldier but the battalion was a different thing entirely. They'd always talked in the past, though, sharing as much as they could; that promise had been in their wedding vows, codifying something she'd always thought they were in perfect accord on ... but the man who comes back from the war is not the man who swore to always open his heart to her. (She is not sure if the woman he finds waiting is the same, either, though she does not examine that thought too closely.)

2. They had talked about having children when the war was over. Her pregnancy in its final years is unplanned, the failure you never think will happen to you of all people, and she thinks long and hard before deciding to keep it. The why is more complicated, a thing she isn't entirely sure she understands sometimes, but once she decides that is that, and she does not know if he is relieved or resentful when she leaves the front lines.

3. She has made herself a home and a life by the time he comes back, battered and bruised but with the truest wounds inside. There is space for herself and the son who clings to her leg and looks at him with uncomprehending eyes and the infant who does not know hands that had once been warm and steady and always so ready to reach. He tries to fit into it, and she tries to make space for him too, and for a few years it very nearly works. But their home is full of ghosts and secrets and unspoken wounds, hers as well as the multitudes that have followed him back, and by the end their fracturing feels all but inevitable.

4. “I’m your wife!” she all but screams at him, when he says that he can’t explain things to her for what feels like the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time. It would be easier, she thinks, if he were to explode in response and they could give vent to all that remains unspoken, but he only looks at her like some sad kicked animal and that just makes her more irritated in turn. How dare he, when she keeps reaching and reaching and he only withdraws into his secrets and into himself? She knows he is hurt, but what is she to do about it when he won’t let her in? (What is she to do when she has her own wounds and pain and scars and it feels like he doesn’t even see them? What is she to do when she shares a house and a family and a life with a stranger?)

5. “I still love the man I married,” is what she tells him when he finds her packing a bag, “but that's not the person I see in front of me — and I have to take care of myself, Ben. No one else here will do it.” (He has Farah and Saul, both as changed as he is, bound together in their shared secrets. She has no one within Alfea’s borders and she needs someone to turn to, someone who can help her find her footing again. She can’t wait any longer.) “I love you,” he says, like it can solve things, but she can see that he believes it as little as she does right now, no matter what they both might want. (She doesn't tell him that there are days when she looks in the mirror and doesn't recognise herself either. She may not have seen the same parts of the war that he did, but it left her no less changed.)

6. Distance helps. She has to be Rose before she can be anything else — before she can support anyone else — and without having to worry about what she is for others, she can for once focus on herself first of all. She hopes he can learn the same lesson, though she is doubtful when he remains trapped by a past he cannot seem to let go of. But, however much they both do or do not change, the space makes things easier for her, and for now, it’s what she needs.

7. There was a time when he had meant home to her, and she had been the same to him. She hopes, despite all that has happened, that some day she will be able to find her way back home again, whatever that ends up meaning.

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[spidori]

Just to spin this out a little more

I agree that the Joker would find this absolutely *Hilarious*

Not to mention, just his memory is sending Gotham's single greatest economic and social pillar into a rapidly spiraling collapse. He'd probably be ecstatic about that even if he doesn't also know the guy is Batman.

That being said, I think it's cleanest if the Joker's super-sanity ability combines with his life flashing before his eyes when he realizes he's about to die, and let's him figure out Bruce is Batman. The Joker dies laughing hysterically at the absurdity, believing he's finally managed to give the Bat that magical 'one bad day,' and actually being right about it if we're being honest.

The Joker won, he got his cosmic joke and managed to break the Bat. Even if he came back, he wouldn't want to taint his perfect victory, so we can cleanly remove him from the rest of the story and focus on BruceMan.

From a story perspective, I think this is gold.

The way I see it this is a perfect chance to interrogate some of the critical flaws in the characterization of Batman as a Tragedy. Things like his I-work-alone attitude, his paranoia about extending any real trust to even his closest allies without being forced into it, his difficulty connecting to his family emotionally, his refusal to build any remotely healthy coping mechanisms for dealing with his trauma, and his unwillingness to accept any kind of compromise with reality as a means of progressing towards an ideal on certain topics.

All of these things are deeply ingrained in a lot of versions of Batman, and the dissonance from how they each interact with him losing to the Joker in the way he did provides a perfect opportunity to send him spiraling into perfectly normal human insanity without invoking any kind of Joker venom situation. So I say let him spiral, let him utterly shatter as a hero and as a person, let him need to be put under an involuntary psychiatric hold for an indefinite period- the type that he fully expects will send Gotham into absolute chaos because it takes him completely out of the game- and let things get better because of it.

Let his family be able to come together like a well-oiled machine to cover for him, just like they've done before let it be easier for them to do than it has been in the past because the villains aren't being nearly as bad as usual. Let the villains be so much calmer than usual both because they're celebrating the Joker's death, but also because they see the one shining 'good man' of Gotham suffering and out of the game and they start trying to make things better in his stead in their own unique little ways. Let Harvey visit Bruce in the psyche ward and Two-face agree to be more precise with his violence for a while. Let Penguin try to pick up the slack as the biggest philanthropist in Gotham for a while for the boost it will give his image, but also honestly be good at it with his keen business acumen. Let Ivy help out with infrastructure support because her girlfriend wouldn't stop with the puppy eyes at her since Harley can't help Bruce more directly without triggering his Joker trauma, and also Bruce is her favorite himbo too but shut up. Things like that.

Let the Batfam turn to Hood to lead them through leveraging all this grey morality onto something which will benefit Gotham long-term. Let Hood successfully lead the family through this and find a place of respect as the family's social face as a native Gothamite with an incredible head for social engineering and building strong communities in even the worst of circumstances. Let Gotham rally behind the plans he lays out in cooperation with the Bats and the Rogues and start to see changes for the better they truly believed would always be out of reach.

And most importantly, let Bruce eventually come back to some kind of sanity, the kind where he manages to kind of come to terms with Joker's victory, but is discharged from the hospital knowing that he can never be the Batman again. Let him emerge to a Gotham that is worlds better than the one he was just barely holding together. Let him come out of the hospital knowing that he has to retire, and realize a couple of days later as some puzzle piece clicks into alignment that he can retire. Let Bruce grapple with the fact that the Joker won the battle but not the war, but also that Bruce nor Batman won either. Let his live with the reality that his inability to recognize when his impossibly rigid principles were no longer the best course of action caused him to put his city and his family through far more suffering than was necessary. Let him try, and maybe succeed maybe not, to accept the forgiveness that is offered to him when others recognize the same truth alongside the connected one of Bruce's human fallibility. And let it not matter one bit to Gotham's continued healing, because everything that Bruce worked so hard to build can finally start working now that Batman and the Joker are both out of the way at the right moment for people to come together around a common cause.

Let the Joker win the battle, and Bruce lose it too, but Gotham win the war because of it.

I have been thinking lately about a universe where Bruce Wayne killed the Joker.

I want to be clear here, since there are so many longstanding debates on this topic: I do not think Bruce Wayne should kill the Joker. I have just been wondering what would happen if the circumstances aligned in such a way that he did.

And to be clear on a related, yet slightly different topic: when I say I have been wondering about what if Bruce Wayne killed the Joker, I do not mean as the Batman. I mean Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

Maybe it's kind of an accident? Like, he definitely did intend to hit the Joker, but he's Brucie right now, so he's trying not to look like he knows what he's doing while still doing enough damage to keep the Joker from killing someone, and meanwhile the Joker makes just the wrong move and -

And here we are. Brucie just killed the Joker.

Bruce's reaction here is one thing; he has his one rule for a reason, he's just broken it, he's determined to turn himself in -

His family's reaction is a whole different story. How does Cass feel about this?

How does Jason? Bruce has killed the Joker, just like he wanted, but it wasn't for him, not really, and -

And meanwhile, this happens in front of, say, a gala full of people, so now all of Gotham gets to react to it too.

Average Gothamite, seeing the words BRUCE WAYNE, JOKER, and KILLED in the same headline: OH, NO.

Average Gothamite, once they've processed the order those words are actually in: . . . I did not have that on this year's bingo card.

The city's most famous mass murderer has just been publicly killed by the city's biggest employer/philanthropist/source of tabloid harmless nonsense! Three days before Brucie was making tabloid headlines by tripping into a fountain and somehow losing his shirt in the process! Two weeks before, the newspaper was running a retrospective on the Wayne murders and what donation Brucie was making to help the families of victims this year! The article mentioned how one of his adopted sons had also tragically become a murder victim!

Now this has happened, and Bruce is having a breakdown over breaking his one rule, and the rest of Gotham just assumes that this is because poor Brucie thinks this somehow makes him like the man who killed his parents. They send a huge outpouring of support his way. This in no way helps Bruce's actual breakdown.

Ninety percent of Gotham is sure Brucie didn't actually mean to kill the Joker, and pretty much a hundred percent of them support him whether he meant to do it or not. No one wants to have anything to do with prosecuting this mess. Bruce is trying to make it as clear as possible that he will fully cooperate with the justice system and meanwhile an entire gala full of people is suddenly acting like they could in no way have possibly witnessed events that took place ten feet in front of their faces. Did Bruce kill the Joker? Is the officer sure? That doesn't seem like him. Maybe the Joker just tripped on his own. Marble floors, you know. Very slippery.

[5-7-9]

Harves/Twotwo gets special treatment just for being my second favorite Batman rouge, so he has a bit more thought out importance… just for the main character Bruce tho, since it’s 1st/first person perspective 🫤 if i wanted to focus on the other character’s lives, they’d get their own perspective story which already takes a lot of my brain focus attention power/ability 😵‍💫

Anyways, Harvey get’s designated workplace co-worker status. He has past history with the main character (Bruce) but it’s never given much importance considering the years of distance and busy work. They share few moments of casual friendliness just to show history, but not enough to be considered friends anymore. Harvey get’s stressed often and already shows signs of repressing Twotwo, but so far it’s pretty unnoticeable.

I mentioned before in the Brucie rumor’s post that some people distanced away from Bruce because of the homophobia and gay allegations, Harvey was one of them. His reputation can’t really handle that, they’re close enough for Bruce to understand (imagine that scene from Telltale where they have that phone call, something like that vibe but more awkward).

Idk, but I think Harvey should see Gordon as some kind of father figure, i think it might help him with his father issues. I never thought about it until another post, but he should have some vague connection with Barbara too, not like, close, but just enough to know-ish.

Remember Rachel? From that movie? Well since she was just a Harvey replacement, i thought it’d do some good to use that concept, but not for human connection like a love interest, but to hold office as the next D.A. after Twotwo commits crimes. I couldn’t imagine Harves getting into law anymore, so I gave him a connection to it. Rachel is now Harvey’s sister figure! …or co worker friend, I haven’t decided yet. Rachel was with him in law college so yeah. She has Harvey’s workaholic nature and headstrong ambition, but she faces more misogyny and is less obsessive. Although she’s grateful for her work, she makes sure to spend time with friends and take time off, which is pretty difficult with her workload. She also gets to be friends with Gilda, obviously.

Uhm, I also included him being co worker friends with Renee, just to flesh out their later relationship a bit differently than canon…

Uhm, back to Harvey! After Twotwo gains more control, he uh, does his thing at destroying his and Gilda’s relationship. He also calls out Batman’s faults/flaws, which is actually a stepping stone for their character growth/change later. Yadda yadda, into Arkham he goes.

Gilda’s his fianc��, not married. The more Twotwo got into crime was when they get disengaged. I have separate plans for her tho…

That’s just for S1/prequel. I guess I’ll just make a part 2 🤔

[grex-statera]

Chapter 12: Hook, Line and Sinker - Summer, Year 1

Elliott: ... That's why I thought, maybe it would be more interesting to end the entire book in a cliffhanger.

Leah: Oh, God. Wouldn't that kind of suck?

Elliott: Hmm, I don't think so. What do you think, Ellie?

Ellie was snapped out of her thoughts.

Ellie: Hm? Uh, sorry. I... I didn't hear what you said.

Elliott and Leah exchanged concerned looks.

Leah: Are you sure you're okay now, Ellie?

Ellie: Yeah, yeah. I-

Ellie dropped her gaze on the ocean's surface. She had agreed earlier to hang out with Elliott and Leah at the docks.

A few days ago, she had ditched all of her friends because of a feeling of dread in her chest that left her sick and breathless. The wizard, Rasmodius, treated her as best as he can and after a few days, she was up and running again.

She did feel alright, but sometimes she felt like she was underwater.

Ellie let out a deep sigh.

Ellie: Sorry, guys. I DO feel alright - no signs of breathlessness or whatever - and Dr. Harvey said my vitals are okay. I just... Sometimes I feel like... I'm floating or whatever...

Elliott: I see. Your mind's wellbeing must have taken quite a huge hit with your sickness. Would you like us to walk you home then?

Ellie: No, no. It's alright. Ugh. I'm really sorry, guys. I'll try to visit you again tomorrow.

Leah: It's alright, Ells. Don't force yourself too much.

Ellie started to walk home, feeling quite awful.

Out of nowhere, she had the urge to go to the railroad.

After quite a long walk, Ellie arrived at the train station. Her feet kept walking and took her to a semi-hidden cavern at the back. There was some kind of obelisk blocking the entrance.

Rasmodius: How are you feeling, fledgeling?

Ellie jumped.

Ellie: Ugh, does everyone in this town love jumpscaring people?

Rasmodius looked at her, puzzled.

Ellie: Nevermind. I'm alright, just... I feel like I'm floating sometimes. Is that something I should be concerned about?

Rasmodius: Floating? As if you are underwater?

Ellie: Yeah...! Exactly like that. Not all the time but when my thoughts wander... I get... Lost?

Rasmodius: I see. This here might have an answer for us.

Rasmodius nodded toward the obelisk.

Rasmodius: This pathway leads into a pocket dimension created by my ex-wife.

Ellie: You had a WIFE?????

Rasmodius looked at Ellie with an exasperated expression.

Rasmodius, clearing his throat: Focus, fledgeling. Many years ago, I was married to another Scholar of the Divine, such as myself. We spent many, happy years together... Until...

Rasmodius' gaze fell to the ground. He looked sad. Hurt. Regretful.

Rasmodius: Until I made a mistake that drove her away. She became bitter and envious. Her hatred of me eventually corrupted her. The intensity of her emotions turned her skin green. I tried to calm her down; to lend me her ears as I desperately tried to explain, but she never tried to understand me. I reckon I never deserved her forgiveness, but flying around the countryside, cursing everything in her way is not a noble action for someone who understands the elements.

Ellie: Wait, you think...?

Rasmodius: Yes. There IS a possibility that she was the one who cursed you. However, do bear in mind that she is not the only one who carries a great hatred in their heart.

Ellie kept the wizard's words in mind. So this is what being a Custodian means, she thought.

Rasmodius: I have sealed this entrance with an obelisk to deter any mere mortal from passing thru, lest they fall victim to my past wife's antics. I have entrusted the key to dispelling the seal to one of my friends, who is a shadow person.

Ellie was shocked.

Ellie: What?! Didn't you say that shadow people are hostile?

Rasmodius: Yes, Elliot. But once upon a time, they WERE docile creatures, capable of establishing a harmonius existence with all races. If you want to find answers, you can find him in the town's sewers.

Rasmodius started to leave.

Rasmodius: Ah, do you have any of those wild horseradish in your possession? If you can, kindly give my friend one, as well as my regards.

Elliot turned to look at him, but the wizard was gone.

Elliot was quiet for a bit.

Ellie: The SEWERS?????

+++++

Ellie was walking back home, passing by Robin's house. She was lost in thought, thinking about how she could access the sewers without being the town weirdo.

Seb: Hey.

Ellie turned, frowning.

Ellie: Hey.

Sebastian looked messy. He was working on a motorcycle, parked inside Robin's garage.

Seb: You okay? You don't seem... Like yourself.

Ellie looked at the ground.

Ellie: Oh. Sorry.

Seb: No, it's alright. I just... Um, do you want some water?

Sebastian offered Elliot his water bottle.

Ellie: Nah, I'm fine.

Ellie walked over to where Sebastian was working.

Ellie: Nice ride. This yours?

Seb: Yep.

Sebastian lovingly patted the bike.

Seb: Saved up a lot for this bad boy. Mom helped me out too. I try my best to maintain it in tip-top shape.

Ellie observed it for a bit. She suspected it wasn't brand new, but it looked good nevertheless. Sebastian's eyes followed her.

Ellie: Looks cool. You use it often?

Seb: Ehh, sometimes, yeah. Not that much, though. Gas can be pretty expensive.

Ellie: Oh, yeah. That sucks.

Ellie sat beside Sebastian.

Seb: ...You ever rode on one before?

Ellie: Yeah. My dad has one.

Seb: Really? Your dad sounds like a cool guy.

Ellie laughed.

Ellie: Yeah, I love him very much.

They shared a moment of silence.

Sebastian, his voice low: Must be pretty lonely being on your own out here, huh?

Ellie: Ehhh... I can get by... Keep myself busy. Y'know, just uh... Just keep moving forward.

Seb: Yeah...

...

Seb: Where's your mom? If you don't mind, of course.

Ellie: Ehhhh.

Ellie was silent for a bit.

Ellie: Somewhere? I dunno. She, uh. Well. She left us when I was like, 16 or something.

Sebastian nodded.

Seb: And your dad never re-married?

Ellie: Nah... Honestly, I'm kinda glad he didn't. Wouldn't know how to deal with that.

Seb: Yeah. Me neither.

Ellie looked at him.

Ellie: Demetrius isn't your...?

Seb: Real dad? Nah. Mom's second husband. I was too young to remember anything about my real dad, though, so I don't really care.

Ellie: Right.

The two of them sat in silence for a bit, as they always did.

Seb: Hey, sorry for ruining the mood.

Ellie laughed.

Ellie: Don't worry about it, man. It's fine.

Seb: Are you sure, as in 100% positive, that you're alright now?

Ellie: ...Can you keep a secret?

Seb: I keep a lot of secrets, actually.

Ellie: Hah. Alright. Well, I may be cursed by some witch.

Sebastian looked surprised.

Seb: So those things... They're real, huh?

Ellie: Mhm.

Seb: Are you... Some kind of magical being or whatever? Serious question.

Ellie: I might be. Does that scare you?

Sebastian stared at Elliot.

Seb: No... As long as you don't kill me.

Ellie: Deal. Alright, I gotta go. I'm hunting something tomorrow.

Ellie stood up.

Seb: Hey. Maybe we can go on a ride someday.

Ellie: Sure. If you have an extra helmet.

Seb: 'Course I do.

Ellie: Alright, biker boy. I'll hold you to it.

Sebastian took one last look at Elliot walking away, then closed the garage door.

[centauryscrubs]

so i can’t remember exactly where i got this information from but there was a universe where harvey’s father was the one who acid attacked him. i personally prefer that backstory to the more common one of ‘yea some random criminal/marone/falcone did it’ as it gives more meaning and adds more resentment to the father/son relationship. like i know chris had a profound negative impact on harvey anyway, but what if all those pokes and prods and little things were a run-up to something more visible? a climax of sorts. something that chris could look at and in his twisted alcoholic mind, go ‘yep, that was me. i did that.’ but still blame harvey for turning out the way he did.

as much as i hate christopher dent for treating his son like shit, he needs to have some more attention. there is very little information about the man who essentially made two-face. i think that goes for harvey’s mother too — i’ve never seen her in any comics/media (that i know of — if anyone knows where to find these two dents then pls link!)

i just think that some of the rogues’ origin stories (especially those of lesser-known rogues) could be portrayed a little better, and more detailed. idk about anyone else but i want to know how and why exactly these people were shoved into such a dark place and haven’t been able to get out since

[ghostiewriter]

summary: They were just pretending, that's all they had to do. But why did his jealousy feel so real? Or, day sixteen of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

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It wasn’t real, he kept reminding himself. It wasn’t fucking real. 

And yet, Riven still wanted nothing more than to storm over to the other side of the Bastion and shove Sam Harvey a good couple of fucking feet back because he was too close, far too close to something that didn’t belong to him anymore. 

Not that Musa belonged to Riven or anybody really, but that was beyond the point. Or at least, he kept telling himself that it was more than that. 

The point was that Sam Harvey needed to learn that whatever history he and Musa had was precisely that—history. And if Riven had his way, it would firmly stay that way. 

It had been half way through a sparring match when Musa had thrown the idea at him, most definitely as a ploy to distract him but also a genuine offer too. It was a simple dynamic, it was something that would benefit them both and it helped a lot that Musa was one of the few people that didn’t make Riven feel like walking past the barriers and never turning back again. 

After the messy breakup with Beatrix and Dane, things had been…tense to say the least. Both were just as spiteful as they were petty and it seemed like Riven was the one facing the brunt and annoyance of it all. 

Musa, on the other hand, needed to get a past fling off her back. With Sam’s return, Riven doubted the earth fairy thought his distance would do more than just give him the time he needed to find himself again. It gave Musa time to consider what she really wanted as well, and that just no longer aligned with Sam and his future now. Though, he seemed to be having a hard time grasping that truth. 

In some weird twisted turn of events, going from having two very real and intense partners to having one fake girlfriend seemed like the solution to all of his problems. 

Musa was a good friend, nothing more and Riven actually did quite like the mind fairy as much as he may have teased her. It was a simple deal that she benefitted from equally as much. 

So then why the fuck did he feel like his teeth were going to crush under the pressure of how hard he was biting back a handful of colourful phrases when he saw the earth fairy approach Musa by the benches, standing far too close than should be allowed of by an ex. 

“Focus.” 

Riven barely had the chance to scoff as his head snapped around to glare at Sky, though the blond just looked thoroughly amused. 

“Piss off,” Riven deadpanned. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today and not swiping you on your ass whilst you ogle your girlfriend to officially end this match,” Sky said as he planted his sword into the ground, leaning against it with a grin. 

“I’m not ogling,” Riven waved off. 

“Yeah, no, you’re right. You’re staring. Like a creep,” Sky snorted. “She can handle herself, Riv.” 

“She’s not the one I’m worried about,” Riven murmured as his eyes narrowed slightly as Sam took another step closer to Musa. “Fuck this.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Sky called out from behind him. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I can’t keep covering your ass to Silva!” 

“Work it out, Blondie!” 

With the runic limiters still firmly planted around her wrists, Musa didn’t feel Riven approaching until his arm was thrown over her shoulders and she was pulled into his side, his hand squeezing her shoulder as though to hold her that little bit tighter made the difference. 

“Musa. Stan.” 

“Sam,” the earth fairy corrected, failing to hide his confusion as his eyes darted between Riven and the way he had practically draped himself over Musa. 

“I didn’t ask,” Riven said with a grin, not missing the way Musa quickly covered her snort with a cough. “Fairy classes are inside the school, things haven’t changed that much since you left.” 

“I know,” Sam said with a bite of annoyance. “I was just talking to Musa.” 

“Well, you’ve spoken to her,” Riven said and waved him off. “Fly along now, specialist training is serious. We don’t need lingerers.” 

Sam narrowed his eyes before blurting out. “I’m sorry, is there something going on here?” he asked, a crease forming between his brows as he turned to Musa. “Really? Him? I barely even left—” 

“You were gone long enough for Musa to know what she wants,” Riven bit back and his hold on the fairy tucked under his arm tightened. “Accept it and move on, Simon.” 

“Sam,” he corrected once again, teeth gritted in frustration. “I just don’t understand—”

“You don’t have to,” Riven interrupted once again, green eyes now cold and disinterested. “Now piss off, she’s busy.” 

Knowing he wouldn’t be getting the answers he wanted today, Sam gave the couple one last look—not even hiding his judgement—before he walked off, shoulders tense and head down. 

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.” 

His eyes snapped down to the mind fairy beside him, instinctively glancing down to look at the smile twisted on her lips. 

“I’m not jealous,” Riven scoffed. “He was bothering you. I was giving you an out before Silva caught you.” 

“You played it well,” Musa continued, ignoring whatever he had just said. “I mean, for a second I really believed you were jealous.”

Riven rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we have shit to do.” 

Before he had the chance to walk away, Musa quickly wrapped her hand around his arm before he could completely pull away from her, causing the boy to stop in his tracks and turn to her. 

“Thank you,” she said and when he frowned a little, she continued. “For Sam. He was…just thank you for saving me.” 

His lips twitched. “It’s what I tend to do a lot these days.” 

Musa snorted. “Way to ruin it.” 

Riven shrugged, careless and grinning. “You owe me big time, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off, but deep down she knew she was grateful for his timing. The Bastion wasn’t exactly the place she wanted to be having that conversation with Sam and he wasn’t getting the chance. “I think you just want another excuse to make out.” 

Riven raised his brows. “Well—“ 

“Shut up!” 

He let out a soft groan as her elbow made contact with his stomach, but his smile didn’t drop. “Kidding, kidding. No need to bruise up your boyfriend.” 

“I’ll avoid the pretty face,” she assured him with a single nod. 

“How kind.” 

“Remember that the next time you almost pull me into a bush to make out.” 

Riven’s eyes twinkled at the memory, and something much stronger bloomed in his chest. “Noted.”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

and the winner is... ~ eminem

word count: 1784

request?: yes!

“hey, love your writing sm ❤️ I really like the concept where the reader is a young actress with Eminem, so can I request one where they go to Marshall’s award show for the first time publicly, they try to keep it low key but the reader presents an award and when Em wins they share a warm moment on stage and the media loses it? thanks in advance”

description: in which they say they’re going to be lowkey for their first public appearance as a couple, and then he wins the award she’s presenting

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to keep my hands off of Marshall as we walked down the red carpet. It was our first public outing as a couple, but Marshall wasn’t very into PDA so we had decided to keep it somewhat lowkey. It seemed like a good idea in theory, until Marshall did the unthinkable and showed up dressed in a suit. How am I supposed to not jump his bones when he looks damn fine in a suit?

Every time I so much as glanced at him the paparazzi would go crazy. So many flashing lights that eventually I was seeing spots. It was hard to keep smiling when I couldn’t even see ahead of me.

Marshall put an arm around my waist - which of course led to more flashing lights - and walked me off the red carpet into the venue. The minute I walked through the doors into the dimly lit room, it really was like I couldn’t see. I had to take a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light change.

“Weird how quickly I go from basically a nobody on a red carpet to a hot commodity just because I have attractive arm candy,” I joked.

A half smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. “You were never a nobody. Not to me anyways.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet it’s kind of gross,” I teased.

This earned me an actual laugh as Marshall pulled me in for a kiss. Without any prying eyes around, we felt free to actually be a couple.

We engaged with some others in the industry, including those Marshall considered to be close friends of his. I felt out of place at this music award show as an actress who was still trying to become more than just a side character in the movies she starred in. I was grateful to have Marshall there to help me through it.

When we took our seats as the show was starting, Marshall reached over to take my hand. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Nervous I think. Which I shouldn’t be because it’s just me announcing an award, but it’s my first time on an award show stage for any reason, and it’s a pretty big award.”

“And it’s one I’m nominated for.”

I looked over at Marshall with wide eyes. “What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Now I felt so much more nervous. What if I pulled a Steve Harvey and said the wrong name because I wanted Marshall to win? Or what if he actually did win but everyone thought I said he did because we were dating? I tried to focus on the stage ahead of me but my heart was beating so fast that my vision was starting to get blurry. I felt warm, like I was sweating, which made me worry that my makeup was starting to run. I was going to look disgusting with my makeup running on live television.

Sensing my new found nervousness, Marshall gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, look at me.” I glanced over to meet his gaze. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve rehearsed this speech so much that you can say it without the teleprompter. It’s not going to be any different just because I’m nominated. If I win, you give me the award and I do a speech. If I don’t win, you give the award to whoever does and they make a speech. It’s not a big deal, (Y/N), don’t worry too much about it.”

I wished I could’ve just let my fear rush from my body, but it was still there. Before I could say anything else, the lights went down and the show officially started.

I tried to just sit and enjoy the show but it was hard when I had my upcoming presenter role looming over me. Of course, it was one of the last awards of the show, so I had to sit there and let my nerves build as the suspense for the winner of the award grew as well.

Every now and then Marshall would give my hand another squeeze and I would calm down for that split second. Having him by my side helped a lot, but every time I remembered that he might be the recipient of the award I became nervous again.

Finally, it was my time to take the stage. They passed me the envelope with the name of the winner and motioned for me to take the stage. I plastered a smile on my face as my name was called and I walked onto the stage. I hoped the cameras couldn’t pick up my shaking, and I really hoped my shaking wouldn’t make my voice sound as bad as I feared it would.

“This award can only go to the best of the best,” I started, glancing at the prompter in front of me to make sure I was saying the words correctly. “The person who worked the hardest and had the best payoff with their release. The competition this year is fierce, and it was hard to narrow it down to just these five artists, as there have been so many amazing works of art released this past year. It has been an even harder choice to pick who of them all is the best, although I might be bias in saying I’ve already chosen my favorite.”

The audience chuckled at my improved addition to the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your nominees.”

I watched the video that played of the nominated artists. My heart skipped a beat when Marshall came up, a few clips from the music videos he had filmed playing in a short montage. He had worked so hard on his latest album, every part of me hoped that he would be the winner I was announcing.

As the video came to an end, I turned back to face the audience (and the cameras) to announce the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

I tried not to let my slight fear show as I fumbled with the envelope for a moment. I started to worry that I wouldn’t even be able to open it and completely embarrass myself on live TV. I tried not to sigh with relief when the seal perfectly popped open and I was able to pull the card out. The smile on my face had to have given away the winner before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Eminem!”

The crowd cheered and stood from their seats. A camera found Marshall, who was standing from his seat and hugging Paul and Denaun before making his way to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile proudly at him as I extended the award I was holding - his award - to him.

I was taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief since he had an award to accept, but it was enough to make my head spin, the way his kisses usually did.

When he pulled away I was still so stunned that I almost forgot to give him his award. I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as he took it from my hands and turned to the microphone.

“Thank you,” he said to the still cheering audience. For a minute I forgot there was anyone else in the room, and realizing so many people had watched that kiss made my cheeks heat up. “I’d like to thank my manager, Paul, who for some reason still backs me with everything I do and produce even when it pushes the boundaries a little too much. I also want to thank the good Doctor, who has been supporting me since day one and who has always believed in me and gave me this platform to make music and to push the boundaries that Paul has to deal with. My daughters, my biggest inspirations. And of course, I’d like to thank the beautiful lady who presented this award to me tonight. I may not show it publicly but I am my happiest when I’m with you and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes as I clapped along with the audience. The music started playing as Marshall offered me his arm to walk me off the stage. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as we walked down the stairs and backstage, away from the cameras and the thousands of people watching us, both in person and on TV.

We were greeted backstage by other presenters and winners who were still mingling and celebrating their wins. Marshall was congratulated and a few of the other presenters told me how well I did with my presentation. I was proud of myself for getting through it, but I was more proud that I didn’t go completely airheaded after Marshall kissed me.

When we finally got away from the large amount of people, Marshall pulled me in for another kiss.

“So much for keeping it lowkey, huh?” I teased when I pulled away.

“I was caught up in the moment,” he said with a shrug, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

“That speech was uncharacteristically sweet,” I said. “For your public persona anyways. I figured you’d keep it short and sweet and maybe get the show into a little bit of trouble with an unplanned curse word.”

He chuckled. “Well normally that would be how things go. But I meant what I said during my speech: you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. When you said my name I just couldn’t help but feel this unfamiliar surge of happiness and excitement at winning. You know I don’t care about these types of award shows, but the fact that you presented this award to me made me care for just a second. I know I’ll be the talking point for the next few days because of this, but right now I don’t care all that much.”

Tears were welling in my eyes again as I pulled him back to me. “Shut up, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

His laugh filled my ears as he pulled me for another kiss. The happiness he said he felt coursed through my veins too. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in a moment like this.

When he pulled away he put his arm around me again and started to walk towards the door. “Let’s get out of here. I think I wanna celebrate my win with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I like the sound of that.”

[imkylotrash]

Meet Me In The Hallway (3)

Pairing: Sky x reader

Summary: Stella is losing patience and when you follow Sky into the forest to find the Burned One, she lets part of your secret slip as a warning. 

Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody

Series Masterlist

“I thought I saw you leave Sky’s room and then I thought… That can’t be true. Y/N wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that when they know what I know.”

You really hate Stella. Slowly, you turn around to face her preparing yourself for the venomous smile she no doubt has plastered on her face. Barely anytime has gone by but you’re already getting very tired of having her threaten you.

“Silva is hurt. He needed someone to comfort him. That’s all.” You’re dog-tired wishing for a peaceful sleep but Stella has other plans.

“If Sky needs comforting, I will make sure he gets it. Not you.” It baffles you how she claims to care for him when all she does it look after her own needs. Frankly, you don’t care who gets to comfort him as long as he’s not alone. You’d give up just about anything to make sure he’s happy but Stella seems to think it’s him who should give up everything for her. 

“Are you really that selfish you’ll put your own happiness above his?” you dare ask tired of her games. 

“I’m going to give you one last chance to fix this,” she starts completely ignoring your question. 

“I have to stay away from him. I get it,” you interrupt her about to turn around and walk away when she stops you. 

“I want you to convince him to go on a date with me. He’s been too occupied sulking over you to show any interest in me. I want you to make him realise that I’m the obvious choice.” She must’ve lost her mind. For a whole minute you simply just stare at her taking her words in. She wants you to convince Sky to fall in love with her. In the middle of everything going on with Silva. Is she completely mental? 

“Did you hear me or do I need to repeat myself?” In an attempt to act unbothered, she checks her nails but you see right through her. All the insecurities and abandonment issues shine bright in the dark and you briefly pity her. Everyone has heard the rumours of her mother and the way she’s been treated, but you came from a horrible life too and you didn’t turn into a bitch. 

“I heard you.” 

“Great. You can tell him I’ll be waiting in my room.” She walks past you not even bothering to ask how Silva is doing. Despite your need for some proper sleep, you decide to head down to the greenhouse. Mr. Harvey is adding a fresh coat of the herb mix to Silva’s wounds. 

“Sky is sleeping,” you quickly say to easy Silva’s mind. He sits back down revealing the pain he’s in. 

“Can I help with anything?” you ask needing something to occupy your mind from what Stella asked of you. How can you focus on that when Silva could be dying? 

“Maybe you could cool me down again? It really helped me rest.” You oblige placing your hand on his forehead and channeling just the slightest magic into the palm of your hand. It’s an instant effect when the ice hits him. Slowly his skin returns to a normal shade rather than the hot red it was mere minutes ago. 

“Thank you,” he whispers lying down on the table again. It must be really bad if he’s so willing to show weakness. In the time you’ve known Silva, he’s never shown weakness about anything. You know it would be a different story if Sky were here though. He’d never want Sky to know just how much pain he’s in and you can’t blame him. It would crush Sky. 

“No problem. I can come back in a few hours to do it again?” You look to Mr. Harvey for signs whether that’s a good idea or not. He gives you a quick nod before continuing his work. You mean to head to your room but you spot a blonde boy who’s sneaking out the backdoor. 

“Are you kidding me?” With a sigh, you follow him outside realising that he’s heading straight for the forest. 

“Sky, where are you going?” you ask and the sound of your voice stops him dead in his tracks. 

“I’m going to find the Burned One that got Saul. I can’t just sit around and do nothing.” He’s not looking at you. Probably because he knows you’ll try to talk him out of it. 

“Please stay. Marco is out looking as we speak and I’m sure he’ll find it.” You’re desperate to keep him protected within the barrier but you’re always painfully aware of the fact that Sky is one of the most stubborn people you’ve ever met. You’re not sure you’ll be able to convince him especially now that you’re broken up. 

“I’m not waiting for someone else to save him. Saul is all I have left.” It’s a brutal reminder of what you took from him when you ended things and it tugs at your heartstrings just how badly you hurt him. 

“Then I’m coming with you.” If he’s going out there, you need to be there too. You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to him and you had the chance to stop it. 

“You’re not going with me,” he says as if he has any say at all. 

“If you’re going, I’m going. Package deal, remember?” It’s something you started saying after Riven kept commenting on the fact that you never went anywhere without each other and up until recently you never have. He doesn’t look pleased but he also doesn’t say no. He just hands you a small dagger for you to hold onto to. You grab hold of the water drops lying on the grass and freeze them before levitating them in the air. 

“I think I’m good.” He takes the dagger back without a word and proceeds to the forest. It’s a long trek but you don’t complain. You asked to be here and as much as you hate the uncomfortable silence that’s formed between the two of you, you’re glad you’re here. There’s no point in the search because it’s impossible to figure out what direction the Burned One headed but all you can do is keep a lookout and hope you get lucky. 

“Stop,” you whisper grabbing hold of his sleeve. He stops moving but you feel the shiver in his arm where your fingers grazed his skin. 

“Sorry,” you mumble letting go of him. A little further ahead, you see something move. Sky pulls out his sword and you channel your feelings ready to freeze it in place. It’s not the first time you and Sky has worked together, but it is the first time it’s been outside of training. 

“I freeze, you stab.” He nods hardly moving a muscle. You direct your power at the Burned One freezing every part of it to keep it from moving. You hold it in place feeling the fire inside of it trying to beat your ice but as you see Sky run towards it, you feel more motivated than ever to win. He stabs it right through its core and when you feel its resistance die out, you let go of control. It falls to the ground officially dead. 

“We did it,” you say out of breath. How you haven’t passed out from sleep deprivation yet is beyond you but it’s catching up to you now. 

“I’ll call Silva,” you say ignoring the need to fall asleep right here on the ground. It takes two rings before he picks up shouting about how irresponsible you are for taking off and hunting Burned Ones yourself. He doesn’t say thank you, but you know it’s hidden between the lines. 

“He’s definitely feeling better,” you say once he’s done giving both of you an earful. He demands you both return to school at once and now that you’ve killed the right one, you can oblige easily. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” Sky says on your way back.

“Of course. I know what Silva means to you.” This time the silence is comfortable almost as if nothing went wrong between the two of you. But Stella’s ultimatum is still weighing heavy on your mind. 

“Can I ask you to do something without any questions?” you ask him right before you reach the barrier. 

“What is it?” he asks but you need him to promise you before you tell him. You know he’ll never agree to it otherwise. 

“Promise me,” you say pausing just before the barrier. From here you can see the school and the students training out on the grass as if it’s just a normal day. But to them it probably is.

“I promise.” 

“I need you to take Stella on a date.” His glare might just pierce you from pure anger. 

“No questions. You promised!” He’s about to protest but stops himself. He’s a man of his word even if he hates it right now.

“Fine.” He starts walking leaving you behind. The second people spot you, they stare at you like you just arrived with the circus. 

“Is that them?”

“Do you think it’s true?” 

“Are we in danger?” Everyone is whispering and pointing fingers making you feel incredibly uncomfortable. You notice Musa not too far away and head over to her. 

“What’s going on?” Before she has a chance to tell you, a first year taps you on the shoulder. A bunch of girls are watching from afar making it obvious that the first year in front of you is here on a dare. 

“Is it true?” she asks continuously looking back at her friends. 

“Is what true?” you ask confused ignoring the sneaking suspicion you feel. 

“Is it true that you’re a changeling?” 

[fan-burns]

Part 2 of the spilt beans saga, characters! Pictures will take a little longer cause, you know…ART TAKES TIME AND I CAN’T DRAW ALL DAY :( I would if I could, lol. But they’ll get done eventually. In the meantime, here’s

The Main Characters:

Rodney is the cheerful, optimistic type. Even after a terrible accident, he still finds something to be happy about, like these new legs! He took a phone call thinking it was Fender or Harvey but instead got a call from Ratchet and oh shit it’s all gone to hell. After Ratchet takes over, Rodney gets stationed at a repair shop where he fixes people’s upgrades and cars. He’s also developed an appetite for batteries, much to everyone’s concern. Even more confusing is his sudden magnet/force powers! That’s super weird how did that- oh wait, Bigweld’s experiments, nvm. He also got some upgrades from Ratchet himself, so he’s got a nice vest to flex! He absolutely loves his job, don’t get it wrong, but what he’d really like is to work alongside Ratchet to make upgrades and to fight Bigweld! Personality wise, he’s enthusiastic about just about anything related to mechanics, upgrades, Ratchet’s grand Masquerades, and Ratchet himself. Despite this, he can’t help but feel that something is wrong. He can’t remember anything past Ratchet’s rule, his parents or any other friends, and for some reason he’s been dreaming about this really pretty bot who wants to marry him. Weird.

Cappy is the co leader of the rebellion group known as The Renegades, (A group which she named herself).She tries to focus on the missions of sabotaging Ratchet’s plans to expand his EMP broadcast, but she can’t help but think of her lover Rodney. When she first started to catch feelings for yet another guy, she told herself not to get too attached to him but dammit he’s too cute and pure to lose! After of all her failed relationships, this is the one that will finally last a lifetime, and she loses him to a cell phone call. Safe to say she’s pretty pissed. She keeps her temper in check though, and doesn’t allow it to sabotage any of her missions. She’s kept her sarcasm and beauty through the years, even with the dreadful situation at hand. Cappy’s built for speed, so if a mission goes wrong or you need a secret package delivered, she’s the girl to go to. She’s also built to fight, and she’s a damn good fighter too, just wait until she gets her hands on Ratchet!

Bigweld is the leader of The Renegades, although he still thinks The Big Breakers is a better name. He’s making those unique upgrades for the other members to use, much to Ratchet’s utter horror. The big guy’s like a mentor to everyone underground, always there to keep spirits high. Lately, however, he’s been losing hope. He’s lost his successor, who was almost like a son to him to him, and the rebellion isn’t making much progress. Bigweld has had plenty of experience with being a leader in a corporation, but not as a leader to a whole ass rebellion. He doesn’t know if what he’s doing is right or wrong anymore, it’s up to fate. And lately, fate’s been cruel. At least he has a force to fight Ratchet with.

Leadbetter is an young aspiring inventor who looks up to Rodney as a mentor. Sound familiar? He’s pretty anxious, however, and he gets startled easily, so he’s not an exact copy. He was supposed to meet his idol for a job interview but Ratchet fucked that up so now he’s helping out The Renegades by trying to convince Rodney to join. He even took the Wonderbot under his care along side his own companion. He has his own version of the wonderbot too, a tiny vulture service pet! Lead even made it himself, just like Rodney!

Fender’s still Fender. He’s even more protective of Piper now, especially when around objects that produce sound. He’s paranoid about the EMP, and will go to great lengths to keep everyone sane and away from Ratchet’s grasp. Out of everyone in the group, he misses Rodney the most :( It doesn’t help that he’s got an injured Loretta to look after.

Speaking of which, Lorrie’s here too! She’s the spy for the group who managed to get Ratchet’s trust. During one of The Renegade’s missions, she got caught in the crossfire and injured her leg. Ratchet sent her home for 12 weeks for repairs and recovery. She mostly hangs around home base nowadays.

Piper’s ready to fight and fuck shit up. So what if Ratchet’s got the whole city on his side? Big whoop, I’ll whoop their asses! I’ll kick his ass, I’ll kick her ass, I’ll kick MY OWN ASS-

Crank is surprising optimistic during this whole situation. “This is fine”. Everything is going to be a-ok! Yep, okey doke! Everything will work out in the end! Yep! Perfectly fine! We’ll beat his ass in! No doubt! Everything is tip top! Yep yEP! EVERYTHING’S FINE! EVERYTHING IS-

Lug and Diesel are the ones who go out on the missions along side Fender and Crank. If no one else can join, they’ll do solo missions together. Missions of which mainly just consist of “Hey, you’re not gonna believe this, but Ratchet’s kind of a dick-” and “Hey! Wake up! You’re being mind controlled and- oh, there he goes. :(”. According to everyone under Ratchet’s control, those two are the “Random gay couple who go around and praise Bigweld of all bots”

Ratchet might as well buy a lottery ticket at this rate, because the fact that this hair brained scheme of his actually worked is pretty fucking impressive. His logic? The more convoluted and crazy the evil plan is, the less likely anyone is to figure it out. And he’s right! Almost everyone in the city is in the dark about the EMP (except for Bigweld and co but they don’t count). He owes this success to his crazy mad scientist Victor Frankenstein Dr. V and his super secret spy Harvey.

Speaking of Harvey, he’s the guy who donated Rodney’s new and improved legs! Harvey is the same model as Rodney, hence why they’re so similar appearance wise. He grew up in the city, and lived with one of the richest families in the city. He’s got an entire closet full of all the upgrades and heels anyone could ask for! His alliance with Ratchet dates back to when the two of them were kids, so for him to suddenly start developing feelings for both Rodney AND Ratchet at the same time is just kinda like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Dr. V might as well be the oldest robot alive at this rate. He’s got quite the history in the city. For starters, he’s Bigweld’s former mentor. As in, this was Bigweld’s idol. He taught Bigweld almost everything he knows, and he even coined Bigweld’s motto for him! Dr. V was one of the best mechanics/doctors/inventors in the city, but he let his ambitions and desire for fame get the better of him. In order to make a scientific breakthrough, he skipped over ethics and morals to break the boundaries of robotics. After his atrocities were discovered, his license was revoked and was sent into exile at the Chop Shop. He met Madam Gasket shortly after, and the two started a devious friendship together! Shame Rodney’s robot squid homunculus thing had to kill her.

Phew, I think that’s everyone. Everyone that’s relevant to the plot that is. Rodney’s parents are here, but they don’t show up until some flashback scenes and near the end. Steel Anvil and some other background characters are here, but Steel will be relevant later on. Some new “high-ender” bots and Chop Shop bots show up too, but that’s about it. If I missed something or if I later scrap an idea, I’ll just edit this post and make an announcement.

Let me know what you guys think so far! I’ll have the artwork ready at some point in time. I’m almost done with school so it’s pretty crazy right now, but I’ll get it done and into part 3!

(Edit, fixed some grammar, lol)

[inkedwarrior]

Prompt #1

AN: So, I have had this prompt forever and never gotten around to writing it. But now it's done. I did change some things because they fit easier with how I write. It got way longer than I intended and I'm still not super happy with the ending, but still, I hope you guys like it. Thank you @silvafox for the inspiration. Prompt: You've always hated your power to reveal people true opinions of each other, it got your parents divorced, after all. But after jokingly using the power at a work party while drunk, you realize your partner/spouse loathes you. But your worst enemy, an asshole coworker, loves you. Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

In general, being a mind fairy wasn’t the easiest. When you were younger, you had a hard time coping with your gifts. Your mother, being a mind fairy herself, tried her best to help you, but while she mainly focused on dreams, you strayed between the mind, dreams and thoughts. But it all paled in comparison when you discovered another part your gifts around your twelfth birthday. It was a normal morning, you and your parents eating breakfast together before the start of the day. Noticing a weird aura around them, you closed your eyes to delve deeper. You wish you never had.

What followed were the worst minutes of your life and from that moment on, you hated that part. You hated the fact the their divorce was your fault, because if you hadn’t delved deeper into their bond, they never would have revealed their true opinions of each other. You couldn’t stand to know that your parents loathed each other and the fact that they found out was your fault. Over the years you’ve tried to find other fairies with the same ability but so far you’ve come up short. There wasn’t much information in books either, so you could never put a name to ability. It didn’t matter, because after what happened to your parents, you vowed to never use it again. So you secluded the part deep within yourself and tried to live your life as best as you could.

You went to school, met your partner, who would later become your spouse and eventually got a job offer to teach at Alfea, a very prestigious school for fairies and specialists. You jumped at the chance when Headmistress Dowling contacted you with the offer and since your partner could work from anywhere, you packed up your things and moved to Alfea. The pain and guilt of what you’ve had done as a child was always there but you learned to live with it. You had told your partner of what had happened but asked them no never speak of it, and noticing what a discomfort the subject brought you, had dropped it.

Teaching at Alfea was everything you’ve ever dreamed of except for one thing. Or rather one person. Saul Silva. The headmaster of the specialist had made it his personal mission to make your days a living hell. He was always getting on your nerves, complaining about this or that, making comments under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening. If the two of you ever had to work together, you spent more time arguing than anything else. Farah quickly noticed and tried to keep the two of you apart as much as possible.

“Hey Y/N, wait up,” looking behind you, you notice Ben Harvey juggling several plants at the same time. Laughing, you offer to take some of them off his hands. He generously accepts and the two of you continue to stroll towards the greenhouses. Arriving there, the smile on your face disappears quickly, seeing Saul leaning against the wall with that cocky smirk of his.

“Ben, I need advice on a couple of things, do you have time?”, he follows the two of you inside. Wanting to get as far away from him as possible, you put down the plants on a bench and noticing Ben doesn’t need any help, you hurry away, pushing past Saul and closing the door behind you. You would never admit it out loud, but despite getting on your nerves most days and just in general being an asshole towards you, you couldn’t help but to notice the fact that Saul Silva was attractive. You hated yourself for even looking at him like that, but there was something that stirred a feeling deep in your gut every time you looked at him. You always shook those feelings away, reminding yourself that you were in a loving relationship, with a partner who loved you.

The thought of your partner halted your steps. How long had it been since the two of you slept in the same bed? Shared a kiss? Thinking back, you couldn’t remember. Lately you had been working late with Farah, planning a new lesson plan for next year, and more often than not, you had opted to stay in you overnight suite that you vacated at Alfea. And your partner was constantly working, traveling. But had it really been that long since the two of you saw each other. Checking your phone, you noticed that your last phone call was over 2 months ago. Arriving at your door, you went inside and sat down. Staring at the phone, your finger hovering over the call button. Despite the feeling telling you to not call them, you pressed down and held the phone to you ear. Several dials tones pass by before they pick up, sounding slightly out of breath. They almost sound surprised to hear from you and the feeling grows worse. Not wanting to argue you nicely ask them is they’re still coming to the annual Alfea Christmas party, hosted for the teachers each year. Agreeing to a time and date, you quickly hang up, neither of you uttering any words of love or comfort. Curling up under the covers, you close your eyes hoping that sleep will come soon.

Two weeks later

You were drunk. Or maybe tipsy. Either way, you had consumed far too much alcohol and decided to maybe switch to water for the rest of the night. Your partner was chatting up someone on the other side of the room, and even though there’s a lot of people around, you see them flirting. Somehow, it doesn’t bother you. It should bother you that the person promising you the future, forever and always, is flirting openly, but it don’t. When did this happen? When did you fall out of love with each other. Noticing you watching them, they make their way over to you. Sitting down, they take your hand, asking if everything is alright. Looking at them, you decide that no, everything is not alright.

And that’s when you notice it. The orange aura surrounding them, the same aura that once had surrounded your parents. Through the haze induced by the alcohol, you stare at them, unconsciously delving deeper into their mind. What you find should leave you in tears, but it doesn’t. The feeling of anger, loathe and tired is spreading throughout their body, and it is all directed at you. You let go of their hand.

“So, where you ever going to tell me?”, you stand, looking them in the eyes. You’re just tired now, and you want straight answers. You pull them to a quiet corner, out of prying eyes.

“Tell you what?”, they look confused for a moment, but you see the understanding slowly dawning in their eyes. Anger quickly surfaces and you don’t even have the strength to defend yourself.

“You said you never wanted to talk about this, and I never thought you would ever read me like that,” they’re upset and you understand. But you don’t care. Exhaling slowly through your nose, you take their hand.

“If you want out of this marriage, you should have told me,” they look down at your joined hands. Eyes meeting, you know this is the end. They take a few steps back, fiddling with their ring. Making the decision for them, you slid your ring off, handing it over. Sharing one last look, they turn on their heel, walking away.

“Hrm,” a quiet cough startles you and turning around, you see Saul watching you with a look you can’t quite understand. But it isn’t what catches your focus the most. It’s the warm red aura surrounding him, all while watching you. You choke on air and he steps towards you, a hand stretched out.

“Are you alright?”, gone is the usually cocky facade he sports around you, instead a genuine concern etched onto his face. You try to utter something but it gets caught in your throat. Spluttering you sit down, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing. You know what the red aura means, granted you haven’t seen it much, but you remember it surrounding both you and your partner, former partner, in the early days of your relationship. It doesn’t make sense. Saul hates you, of that you’re pretty sure. He’s always an asshole and he never gives you a break. He should not be surrounded by the warm red light around you. Not knowing what to feel, you do the only thing you can. You bolt.

“Y/N, wait up,” you can hear his footsteps behind you and you turn around so quickly the two of you almost collide.

“Why do you care Saul?”, you don’t intend for it to sound so harsh, but you’re tired and confused. A lot has happened in the span of a very short time tonight. You stare him down, waiting for an answer.

“Why do I care? I know I haven’t exactly been very nice towards you and Ben told me off a couple of weeks for it,” feeling even more confused you continue to look at him. A blush is rising on his cheeks and he’s claps his hands together, so far from the person you’re used to him being.

“I’m not good at this, and I know you have no reason to believe what I’m about to say,” he takes a step towards you and the look in his eyes have you standing still.

“Good at what?”, you cock your head, and then the red around him glows even brighter than before. He seems nervous all of a sudden and clears his throat.

“Talking about this, eh, talking about feelings,” you gape at him, feeling speechless.

“What feelings?”, you remember that he doesn’t know about your ability, so you ask the question, despite that fact that his aura says everything. He cares for you, no he loves you.

“I care about you. I know that I haven’t exactly shown it, but emotions isn’t my strong suit and when I felt this way about you, I panicked. You’re married and I didn’t want to ruin anything so I thought the best way was to act like an asshole,” he speaks clearly and you want to laugh out loud. This situation is more messed up than you would like it to be but the feeling you usually get around him stirs in your gut once again.

“My partner just left. I gave them my ring back,” holding up your hand, you show him the blank spot where your wedding ring used to be. Explaining that your marriage has been over for quite some time and this was only waiting to happen, you see him smile, and you can’t help but to smile back. Feeling that this conversation is far away from being over, but something tells you that it can wait. Taking a step forward, you grab his collar before he can react and rise on your toes to press your lips against his. The red swirls around the both of you and for once in your life, you don’t hate your ability.

[amberskywrites]

Comfort With You

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Fandom / Genre: Stardew Valley / Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Harvey/Farmer or Harvey & Farmer (can be seen as romantic or platonic)

Warnings: Talk about death of a major character, and characters becoming depressed while grieving, though both are in reference to a nightmare. Lmk if there's anything I should add!

Summary: Harvey gets a visitor late one stormy night looking for comfort.

Harvey didn’t normally get visitors late at night. In fact, it was rather worrisome when he did get visitors after dark. Visitors after dark typically meant someone was injured or very very sick and needing his immediate attention. After the farmer arrived in town, Harvey had gotten quite a few visits in the very early hours of the morning, when the sun was still far below the horizon, someone often dragging the unconscious body of the farmer back into town.

It had been a while since one of the late night visits, though. The farmer had been more careful lately in the mines - especially the Skull Cavern mines in the desert, which they had many stories to tell Harvey - and had even said this year they were going to focus on some other things, like getting more animals and organizing the farm a bit better.

Tonight, it was storming. It had been all day, and it would be for all of tomorrow. Harvey didn’t have an issue with storms, not unless lightning struck a little too close to the center of town.

On a night like this, Harvey really hadn’t expected any visitors. Really, he thought it’d be quite stupid of anyone to be wandering around in this weather so late.

However, those thoughts from earlier that evening were proved wrong as he was woken up by banging on his front door, loud enough to echo up to him over the steady downpour.

Harvey wasn’t sure he had actually heard anything at first, rubbing his eyes and glancing about the darkened room. There were a few beats when nothing happened, and then the loud and obnoxious knocking started again.

Harvey almost thought about ignoring them, his bed very warm and he was just so comfortable. But then he glanced at the clock and saw it was two in the morning. Eyes widening, Harvey scrambled out of bed, swaying slightly as he grabbed his glasses and booked it towards his door, ignoring the need for water at the moment.

The knocking was much louder downstairs, and the lights upon being flicked on suddenly made his eyes burn, but Harvey ignored it for now. He could deal with the massive headache later.

“Coming!” Harvey called, fumbling with the lock on the door. The knocking ceased, whoever finally settling on waiting, and Harvey threw the door open, expecting some awful sight to greet him or the worried expression of someone needing aid back home.

Harvey froze at the sight before him, though. The farmer, unharmed, but shivering and holding themself tightly, absolutely drenched.

“Wait, what…?”

They swallowed, stepping just a little closer to the clinic, but not yet entering. They never entered without Harvey’s permission, not unless it was urgent.

And that’s what was even more confusing to Harvey - they were here, in this awful weather, for something that wasn’t urgent.

“H-Hey, um, I’m really- really sorry, for coming here so suddenly but can I- can I stay here? For the night?”

Harvey blinked, and the farmer curled in further on themself, shifting from foot to foot. Harvey couldn’t tell if they were nervous, freezing, or both.

Wait- right, freezing! They had to be freezing!

“Yes- Yoba, get in here, before you get yourself sick!” Harvey ushered them inside, ignoring their small squeak when he had grabbed them - not too hard, he just had a firm hold on them - and pulled them through the door. He made sure to lock the door before ushering them to the stairs, not giving them the chance to protest or worry about dripping water on Harvey’s floors.

Before they knew it, Harvey was brewing them both coffee and was digging through his things for something they could wear, something warm and not soaking wet. The farmer watched quietly, having given up on trying to tell Harvey they were fine, he didn’t have to do all this for them. Harvey insisted. He refused to have a dear friend risking their health like this.

He finally found some clothes that would work - they were very soft, but not so soft that it bothered the farmer, who had told him about certain textures making them extremely uncomfortable - and passed them to the farmer, letting them change in the small bathroom he had upstairs. They were still quiet as they left, and Harvey watched the coffee drip into the pot as he waited.

He hadn’t asked why they were here yet. He’d ask soon enough, but right now he was concerned about them catching a cold. Despite what the farmer claimed, Harvey knew they didn’t have a strong immune system. One of the colds they had caught last winter left them sick for a lot longer than it should have.

The coffee machine beeped, and Harvey poured two mugs without thinking. It probably wasn’t a good idea to have coffee right now, but the farmer hadn’t said no - they would have if they really didn’t want it - and Harvey figured he’d need a small energy boost. His room was still rather dark, only lit by a dim lamp on his dresser so they could see at least a little bit.

He waited for them to come back before beginning his drink, and they smiled softly as he handed them theirs. Their wet clothes were left in the bathroom to dry, and Harvey made a mental note to put them in the wash tomorrow.

The farmer sighed as they gulped down the coffee, shoulders finally falling and they slouched a bit, and Harvey was relieved to see them relaxing.

“Thank you,” they mumbled, finishing off their drink far quicker than Harvey. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

Harvey shook his head. “It’s nothing, really. I only wish I could do more.” He nodded towards his bed upon finishing his own mug, taking both of the empty dishes and placing them beside the coffee machine. He could deal with them tomorrow - or rather, later in the day. “Do you want to sit?”

The farmer glanced at the bed, at Harvey, then to the floor before they nodded. They followed Harvey over to it and sat beside him. They both sat on the side of the bed, the farmer hugging themself while Harvey watched them. He wanted to hug them himself, but thought better of it for the time being, in case they weren’t comfortable with that right now.

He did bump his knee lightly against theirs, and it drew the farmer’s eyes away from the floor. Harvey gave them a gentle smile. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you just need someone around right now?”

They shifted a bit, making a small hum in the back of their throat while their lips twitched upwards, just slightly.

“Right now, just the company. Maybe talk about it in a bit.”

“Alright, want to get more comfortable then? Or want me to put on some music?”

“More comfortable…?” They sounded confused.

Harvey nodded, patting the bed and making a small gesture towards the messy blanket and pillows. “It’d be a tighter fit than what you’re used to, but if you want we can just relax under here.”

The farmer glanced over the bed again before nodding slowly, untangling their arms from around themself. Soon enough, the two of them were under the blanket and leaning against the headboard of his bed, arms and legs pressed between them so neither would fall off or be squished against the wall. The farmer drummed their fingers on their thigh, biting their lip before glancing at Harvey.

“Hey…”

Harvey hummed softly.

“Can…” they took a deep breath. “Can you hold me? Please?”

He smiled and nodded, opening his arms for them. The farmer released a breath Harvey hadn’t realized they’d been holding, and they relaxed a whole lot more than they had earlier, practically launching themself into Harvey’s embrace.

Harvey held them close, running one hand over their back gently as the other went to cup their head, stroking the nape of their neck. They sighed again, much happier, and snuggled closer to the doctor as though it were possible to be any closer with them essentially laying on him.

They stayed like that for a while in silence, the only noise an occasional creak as one of them shifted on the bed. Harvey drew the blanket a bit higher over them, up to their shoulders, and the farmer almost giggled at the action.

The farmer tucked their head into Harvey’s neck after a good amount of time had passed, the clock showing it was almost three. Their breath tickled his neck as they sighed again, and their grip around Harvey tightened briefly. They eventually shifted a bit, curled on their side atop of Harvey. They brought one hand up to trace random shapes in Harvey’s chest.

“I… I had a really bad nightmare,” they whispered. Harvey couldn’t glance down at them with the way they were tucked against him. “Normally, they’re… I can reason myself out of them, out of breaking down, y’know? But- But this one was different. It felt so real.”

His neck felt damp, and Harvey frowned deeply, tightening his hold on them just that little bit. “D’you want to talk about it?”

The farmer hummed ‘no’ yet still let out a long breath. “But I should.”

He moved his arms so one was draped over their back, and the other was closer to their shoulders, allowing him to rub their arm in an attempt to soothe them. “Take your time.”

They nodded, and took a deep breath. They burrowed closer to Harvey.

“I… I was in Skull Cavern. Really, really deep in it. Past where I had seen Mr. Qi and I think I was well past three hundred floors, which was insane, there can’t be that many floors in that place it has to end somewhere. But… But I kept falling, deeper and deeper into shafts.

“Everything was going fine, more or less. It was going as usual, except for the many floors. And then, I reached this infested floor. Which isn’t too uncommon, but this floor was infested. I- there were so many things on top of me as soon as I had entered, I barely had a chance to even try and fight. I couldn’t even grab a bomb before I was knocked out cold, despite having my best gear.”

Harvey felt their hand grip his shirt, so tight he could imagine their knuckles paling and nails making indents into their palm despite the fabric between fingertips and palm. He tilted his head slightly to rest his cheek against their head, giving their arm a very light squeeze as they began to tense.

“Normally, when I pass out, they leave me alone. I think they just attack conscious things. Which is weird. But- they didn’t. Not this time. I- I watched as they- they-” The farmer took a very deep breath. “.... destroyed me, completely.” They were stiff as a board now in Harvey’s arms, but just as Harvey was about to try and soothe that tension they continued.

“I- I was gone, but not completely. My spirit was still there. Time was weird. I jumped to a few days after, and- Yoba, Harvey it was awful.” His neck felt suddenly more wet, and they began to shake, voice cracking. “I- I saw everyone finding out, saw them break down- Shane drank until he was nearly poisoned, Haley spent days going through photos of us together and completely forgot to do things like eat… Rasmodius was looking through ancient books for anything that could bring me back, but there was nothing- he knew there was nothing besides real dangerous and life threatening magic and he would have probably gone through with it, and then you-” They stopped suddenly, unable to hold back a sob that raked through their entire body.

Harvey pulled them closer, holding them tight to him and they hiccuped and trembled and let tears roll down their cheeks. Harvey was going to ask what he had done, but the farmer was clinging to him as though he would disappear if they let go, and they seemed so distraught Harvey wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

They stopped talking, just crying into Harvey’s neck, and Harvey held them the entire time, stroking their back and arm and neck and head, just anywhere he could reach and try to provide any comfort he could.

Their sobbing eventually quieted down, their breathing still uneven and grip on Harvey never loosening. It had been almost another hour. Harvey very slowly pulled them away from him by the shoulders, just so he could see their face. They sniffled, both hands moving to Harvey’s chest to hold themself up, though they swayed slightly on their unsteady arms.

Harvey gave them the most reassuring look he could, hoping to convey all the love he felt for them in that expression alone. He cupped one of their cheeks, rubbing his thumb along her cheek soothingly. They gave him a small, very weak smile, leaning into his hand. The smile soon turned into a frown.

“I’m sorry,” they mumbled.

Harvey shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

He let them curl up on his chest again. Harvey began to rub their back again. “I get it if not, but do you want to try and sleep again right here?” He knew they had to be exhausted. A nightmare like that, the trek from their home to the clinic, and then the breakdown… it was definitely draining.

The farmer hummed. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“... Alright then.”

They yawned, slowly relaxing in Harvey’s arms once again. They shuffled a little bit around once again, preparing for sleep. Harvey sunk back into his sheets and pressed a soft kiss to the farmer’s head. He could feel them starting to drift off, their breathing slowly evening out. He almost joined them, but staved off his sleep for just a few more moments.

“Hey.”

They hummed quietly after a second of silence.

“You can stay here whenever you want, no matter the time.”

There was another soft hum, and the farmer burrowed closer. “Al’ght, ‘nks…”

Harvey stayed awake until they were softly snoring, and only then did he let himself doze.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hi BMT, I was reading your archive and saw you mention Nick Cave’s documentary. Are you a fan? I’ve been thinking about his Red Hand Files – where he answers fan questions – in the wake of the discourse around BTS’s Proof of Inspiration clips being devoid of serious reflection on their process, and also in relation to the BTS parasocial relationship in general. Nick also did a series of concerts in 2019 where he interspersed songs with Q&A from the audience. I got to ask a question (I’d been dying to tell him that his dad taught my dad maths in high school!) and received such a thoughtful answer about the place of his country-town childhood in his songwriting. In these sessions, he is frank, forthcoming, poetic and often darkly funny on topics from his music to dealing with grief over his son and also random stuff. I know the context and whole genre is completely different for BTS, but I wish we could hear such reflections and have exchanges other than the usual vapid VLive ones (although JK’s IG Q&As have been quite revealing in their own way lol). I’m never sure whether BTS are deliberately generic and vague in their process/music commentary or if I’m missing linguistic and cultural cues – certainly I’m often surprised that other Army seem to find things in their commentary that I missed. Why do you think they choose to answer in the ways they often do? They have the intelligence to make it much more interesting…

Hi @onthecuterside Thank you so much for sharing this, you're very lucky to have met him and to have that connection thanks to your dads :)

I am a fan, but I must admit I haven't kept up with anything in the past few years. But a while ago, his song with PJ Harvey, Henry Lee, showed up on my playlist and I remembered once again what drew me to Nick Cave. Not only his lyrics, but his stage presence, how you can see the deep connection when he sings with Harvey, but also there's a bit of sensuality and I will be forever stuck on a performance of Where The Wild Roses Grow when he sang almost the entire song hugging Kylie Minogue. I was weak, I'm telling you.

I didn't know about the Red Hand Files, but thank you for bringing it to my attention. I read a few entries and it was so interesting to see a different side of the artist-fan relationship. You're also right, we're talking about a different genre and context, but if we focus a bit just on the type of engagement, I think we can talk about it. Obviously, most of the questions Nick Cave received are perfectly suited for someone like him. A fan knows that they can send a philosophical question, or they want to share something about their grief and they will eventually get back a very thoughtful answer because they know what lyrics he writes, his cultural baggage that, as with everyone, it influences any type of conversation he may have.

With BTS, we have pop music. K-Pop or Western Pop, the game is played differently and I probably wouldn't expect from an idol to have an entire monologue on existentialism. Not that nobody wouldn't be able to, but a lot of the things they do is for entertainment purposes. Now, going back to Nick Cave, I saw that he also received some questions about what animal he thinks he would be or if he works out. And I clicked on it and he wrote lengthy responses to questions that are more on the fun side. Questions that idols would get as well. The difference is that Cave has storytelling skills that makes you want to read everything and not feel like you didn't learn that much. It's not so much about how easy or superficial the questions are, it's about how you answer them. It's the difference between making it a bit personal, where it's obvious you thought about it, and on the other hand, offering generic answers. It's a choice. One that may not have anything to do with the BTS members, their capabilities and so on, but with a marketing decision. Or thinking that if they get more into details, they reveal too much and with a certain level of fame, I understand why they might be wary of that. You mentioned Jungkook's IG Q&A which is a very good example. Although some things he said can be a bit revealing, he mostly kept it vague, or turned the attention away from him and made it about the fan. Which is smart, he knows how these things work. But I also don't think that getting rid of what made BTS attract so many fans, which was their sincerity, goofiness, a more unpolished image, should be something that needs to be a thing of the past.

[the-catbeast-lawfirm]

Hi! I remember when y’all northerners gave us Texans advice for that freeze last winter and so...Here’s my hurricane tips!

I’ve made this post before but the blog it’s on has some issues with post visibility so here’s a shortened list that focuses on staying safe while at the hurricane’s main location and the aftermath (I’m going to focus on things most people don’t think of in this half)

1- no matter if you evaluate or not GATHER YOUR DOCUMENTS. Birth certificate,green card,social security card gather them put them in something safe/waterproof. Do this do this do this

1.5- stock up on food that won’t expire if the electricity goes out also if the electricity does go out don’t open the fridge it may be out for a while and no one wants to smell mild mid cheese metamorphosis (not messing with your fridge will hopefully prevent stuff from going bad)

2- might as well gather water! It’s very likely that you’ll go under a boil ban during/after the storm and while boiling water isn’t hard if you loose electricity it’s very unideal

3- once the rain starts don’t leave even if it’s not much yet. This is how people loose their lives, they try leaving for somewhere’s else thinking they can get out. You can’t. You missed your chance stay where you are. You’re ok, don’t worry. But don’t leave. If you’re thinking ‘oh but there’s no lightning I’ve got a little time’ lightning isn’t a common thing in these storms. Stay where you are.

4- That in an inner room with good support, this is good advice for any natural disaster so I’m sure you knew this one of you can be on the ground level then I recommend it

4.5- Taping your windows doesn’t do anything (sorry) protecting your home calls for the more expensive option of boarding up your windows with plywood and putting sandbags on things like garage doors and lighter things like say a solid street sign OH and take down your trampolines THOSE LITTLE SHITS WILL BLOW TO KANSAS do not leave them outside they really blow all over like a plastic bag

5- if you’re anxious right now take some breaths, I get nervous when they come around too which is good in a way, it needs to be taken seriously but there’s no need to never relax, keep your morale up. Flashlights and candles and books and puzzles will keep you busy. I read to my sister as we sat snug in some blankets back in 2017 (Harvey if you’re curious)

6- related but I recommend being in a group, you may not have the internet at some point and you’ll likely worry too much alone. Same for evacuation.

7- Don’t get in flood water there’s bacteria the likes of which you don’t want to get especially in the middle of a pandemic

Extra- if it’s possible to use or buy, get a generator

Pt 2! Post storm!

So this is the bad part and this may make people anxious but y’all’ve got a right to know about it

1- flood water stanky, there’s tons of things you can treat your furniture with to save it even if it smells like the worst thing in the world right now. This isn’t the same for your walls unfortunately because water will soak into your instillation

2- you probably won’t be able to travel easily with the water being high in some spots so yet another reason to pack up on food

3- ok so usually after a storm there’s a lot of looting, jumping, that stuff, this is another reason why I recommend staying in a group, it’s safer.

4- don’t go past a cemetery for a bit. This is one you don’t think of unless you know but... so the bodies, they sometimes will uh, just come out of the ground.This is why I want to be cremated btw, anyways I avoid the area just in case it takes a while to put them back.

5- you get more done while teaming up as a community so get involved (the worse the storm is the more this is apparent... not to sound like a hick but sometimes the only way to get supplies is via your neighbor taking his pirogue boat to his friend’s house and he rides his 4-wheeler with a ridiculous lift on it to a store. You probably won’t end up in this particular situation but point is is that there’s always a way to get anything you need with your community)

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Figure It Out

Summary: The Fright Club stumbles across an injured werewolf chased out of town by hunters.

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Word-count: 2.8k+

A/N: this caliban x fem!reader was requested by the lovely and ever-so-patient @none-of-this-makes-any-sense​ 💕 hope you guys enjoy!!

When you’re running from something, your body reaches a point where it wants to give up. Your muscles ache, your lungs burn, and all your joints cry out. Every step becomes its own misery when you reach that point - and that was without poison eating away at your insides - but your choices were to either keep running or be killed. 

The hunters had fallen away sometime during the night, and it was only after you’d made it out of the woods and spotted the broken and graffitied Welcome to Greendale sign that you realized they'd stopped following you because you crossed town lines. Their treaties prevented them from hunting on land that was already claimed. 

Greendale was claimed by the witches. No hunter, regardless of what their prey was, was allowed in Greendale, but that didn’t exactly make Greendale an accepting place. The last werewolf you’d heard of Greendale had been kept as a familiar and killed by one of the witches. The Greendale witches were why you would have kept running if you could. 

But you couldn’t. The second your mind realized you were safe from the hunters, it stopped giving your muscles the adrenaline they needed to keep going. Without pure survival to focus on, you were acutely aware of how much pain you were in. 

A trail of black blood followed you all the way from the Welcome to Greendale sign to the garage you’d broken into and curled up in. The pain had left you too exhausted to deal with the fear of being found, so you told yourself that you could deal with staying hidden if you survived the night. 

It was light out when you woke up, annoying rays of sunlight streaming through the glass on the garage, and now you had to deal with getting out of Greendale and finding your pack before the hunters found you. The problem was that, between you and the door, stood a horde of teenagers. 

They stood in a huddle and whispered furiously at each other. Not to each other; they were arguing too much and not listening to each other to qualify as whispering to each other. The sight of them would have been funny - with two being much taller than the rest and having to stoop, while one was annoyed at the close proximity, and the leader being the tiniest blonde girl you’d ever seen - if they weren’t standing between you and your escape. 

One of the shorter ones - a guy with a mess of brown curls on his head - spotted that you were awake while you were sizing them up. He patted the arm of the guy next to him - tall, blonde hair, heartstoppingly attractive - and nodded over at you when he got his attention. 

“Apologies, my lady,” the taller one said as he straightened up, interrupting the tiny blonde as he did. He looked at you curiously, not malevolently, but not exactly kindly either, “but it appears our friend has woken up.”

The tiny blonde was only momentarily irritated at the interruption, but she looked more carefully suspicious than bothered when she turned to you. She hadn’t managed to do anything to you in the second after saying ‘oh’ and turning to look at you, but your brain screamed that she was a witch anyway. 

“Uh, hi,” she said with a second-too-late smile. She took a step closer. “My name is Sabrina and these are my friends.” 

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t like lying on the floor with them standing over you. Trying to look tougher than you felt, you pulled yourself into a sitting position. 

“Okay, well, we’re here to help you,” Sabrina said. She did her best to push past the awkwardness and connect with you. “So if there’s anything that you could tell us, maybe about how you got that stomach wound … no? Okay, uh-”

You watched Sabrina wring out her hands awkwardly as she cast a look at her group. There was only one other witch, something you couldn’t place, and then three humans. 

At least, you thought to yourself, you passed for human.

Sabrina’s friends each mumbled some awkward sentences, except for the tall blonde. He was the one you couldn’t place, but he didn’t make you nervous because of the uncertainty. He made you nervous because he kept staring at you without saying anything. 

“-Well, we can’t really help you if you don’t talk to us,” Sabrina continued, her patience wearing thin. She looked like she was going to keep going when the blonde took his eyes off you and straightened up. 

“She’s not going to tell you anything,” he said. His voice was more sure of itself than the others, clearly used to being the voice that commands a room “-because she’s afraid. Aren’t you, little wolf?” 

“Little wolf?” the shorter one with curly brown hair and the other girl asked at the same time. They were an odd mixture of offense at the pet name and confusion at the origin of the name itself. If you weren’t so horrified by the revelation, their expressions would have made you smile. 

But survival came before smiling. You set your jaw as you tried to move again, but you winced at the tugging of your injured muscles. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said through gritted teeth in an attempt to recover. 

“Don’t I?” the blonde asked. He smiled as he walked closer to you, each step was as careful as the smile on his face. He crouched in front of you. “I was created in the pits of Hell; I learned to sniff out a werewolf before I learned how to talk.” 

“I don’t think a demon has the right to judge,” you said in a strained voice. 

He seemed amused by your defiance and used the moment of amusement to launch your attack. You struck out and kicked his leg out from under him. As he fell, you scrambled to your feet and bolted towards the door. 

Unfortunately, Sabrina and her horde of friends had other plans. The other tall brunette raced behind you to grab you, and it took all of your limited energy to push him away. The witches were arguing about spelling you, and the humans were worried about their friend. 

The tall blonde recovered quicker than you expected. He grabbed you from behind and restrained you fairly easily, despite your weak attempts to fight him off. Eventually, you realized that struggling was useless and decided to save your energy. 

“So that was fun,” the other witch said. He pushed some black hair out of his face and sighed, but he shot you a smile anyway. 

“Maybe because she didn’t punch you,” the brunette grumbled as his friends picked him up off the floor. 

“Maybe because I didn’t attack her,” the witch said with a superior tilt of his head. He looked away from the human and to Sabrina. “Who cares if she’s a werewolf? Let’s just heal her wounds and let her go.” 

“Let her go?” Sabrina asked. Again, she looked like she was going to argue when the tall blonde spoke. 

His voice rumbled when he spoke because he was so close to you. “While I hate to agree with Nicholas, she’s not a threat, my lady. There is no reason for us to keep her here.” 

There was still something about him that you didn’t trust, despite his advocating for your release, but you didn’t say anything. If he was going to be the one that got you out of the witches’ den, then you’d let him and deal with your distrust later on. 

“I, uh-” the short curly-haired one started uncertainly. “I agree. I mean, she’s not a threat to anyone other than Harvey, no offense. Are you?” 

It took you a second to realize that he was talking to you. He was kinder than his friends. 

“No.” Your voice was quiet but it sounded deafening while everyone waited for you to answer. Trying to sound less unsure, you added, “I just want to go home.” 

“If that’s the case, why did you come here?” Sabrina asked. 

“Trust me, it wasn’t by choice,” you said. You tried to move and the blonde tightened his arms around you. You turned to glare at him. “Do you mind?” 

“Are you going to kick me again if I say yes?” he asked. He was smiling again, not necessarily malevolently but mischievously. You realized it was because he was flirting with you. 

“Let her go, Caliban,” the witch said. His protectiveness was unusual. 

Caliban said something about how dear Nicholas was always looking out for the underdog. Whatever he was implying was clearly pointed at Nick and not you, but it didn’t sit well with you. 

Still, he let you go, and you started walking over to the spot where you’d slept when your muscles had enough of your abuse and wobbled underneath you. One of the humans caught you, the girl. 

She gave you an uncertain smile as she helped you stand. “I’m Roz,” she said. She nodded to each of her friends as she introduced them. “That’s Harvey and Theo. You already kinda met Brina, Nick, and Caliban.”

There was something about her that made you feel safe enough to tell her your name, even though you regretted it the second you were done. Then she asked where you were from and, again, you felt yourself giving out more information than you would have otherwise. 

“Why did you come all this way?” Roz asked. She seemed genuinely concerned about you. 

“My pack was attacked by hunters,” you said. “They didn’t follow me once I crossed into Greendale.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Sabrina asked. “We’ve had some run-ins with witch hunters.” 

You shook your head. “Different kind of hunters,” you said. 

You pulled your hand away from your stomach and looked at the black blood. It should have healed by now, but the blood was still thick and dark. At least it wasn’t smoking anymore, but you would still die if it wasn’t treated. 

“That doesn’t look good,” Roz said, sounding uncertain. 

“Doesn’t feel good either,” you said. You pulled your lips into a tight smile and shrugged off everything else. “I’ll be fine once I get home.” 

“Let me take you to my aunt,” Sabrina said. “She specializes in herbal medicines.” 

“Thanks, but I can take it from here,” you said. 

“Nicholas was the one that killed the wolf,” Caliban said. The casualness in his voice made you stop walking. “No one else has blood on their hands. You’re safe.” 

“I think that’s a relative term,” you said. 

“Please,” Nick said, as gently as he could, given the annoyance at his friend. Maybe 'friend' was a relative term as well. “Let us help you.” 

---

One of Sabrina’s aunts was all too pleased to treat you, but the other was less happy to have you in their home. She didn’t like dogs. You reminded her, as politely as you could with wolfsbane blackening your veins, that you weren’t a dog. 

Despite the emotional control you were capable of, if Hilda had waited for a half-hour more to treat you then you wouldn’t have been able to control the shift. The humans were handling your wolfish tendencies better than you expected them to, but your presence seemed to remind Nick and Sabrina of a memory that made him sad and her uncomfortable. 

And then there was Caliban. You couldn’t quite figure out how you made him feel. He watched you more carefully than the others, not because he was afraid of you, but because he was trying to figure you out. You liked that you weren’t easy for him to figure out, but you hated that you didn’t know what he was thinking. 

Did he think you were impressive for making it this far on your own? Was he wondering if you were a bitten wolf or if you were born this way? What had he meant when he made that comment about sniffing out werewolves - did those memories have anything to do with why he stared at you the way he did? 

The hunters attacked before you had the chance to bring the answers to those questions to light. They appeared out of nowhere, just as Hilda took out a pie (‘because she can’t send you home on an empty stomach!’), with their guns blazing. 

Unfortunately for you, the witches were on unsteady terms with their higher power. Their powers were fickle and fleeting, which meant they couldn’t be counted on for reliability in the fight. 

There were other ways to fight, of course, because the humans were still around and they were determined not to lose, but any supernatural intervention had to be left to you and Caliban. 

Somewhere in the middle of the fight, you took shelter behind a family-sized headstone. You were about to get back into the fight when Caliban appeared next to you, out of breath and with blood on his cheek.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, and his smile crooked. He looked so completely and utterly alive that he made your heart beat quicker just by standing next to him. His smile curled deeper when he noticed your staring. 

“See something you like, little wolf?” he asked. 

Deciding that if you were going to die or get out and never see him again anyway, you smiled and leaned in to touch his face. You cupped his cheek and ran your thumb underneath his eye. 

Pulling your hand away, you showed him the red stain on your thumb. “You have blood on your cheek.” 

You and Caliban made a good team, all things considered, and managed to get rid of the hunters relatively quickly after the headstone moment with the help of a few spells and a scary-looking baseball bat. Your success was not without injury, on both sides, but nothing had been laced with wolfsbane or any other lethal plants. 

You sipped on Hilda’s healing tea and watched her treat the others. The humans were her first concern, but their wounds were superficial, and they went home soon after the fighting stopped. It was strange to see how close they all were with each other and then see how easily the witches adapted to their night without the humans. 

They settled easily, as if they hadn’t just been attacked by hunters. They’d been kind enough to invite you to spend the night, but you were still deciding if you could survive spending another night in Greendale. 

As you excused yourself to nurse your healing tea on the patio and look out at the night sky, you had to admit the view was nice. You were trying to trace how far you’d have to run on your way home when Caliban sat next to you on the porch swing. 

The swing rocked back and forth as you glanced at him. He’d showered and changed since the fight, as all the other witches had, and washed away all the blood from his face. Caliban stared straight ahead at the night sky, but you knew he could tell whenever you looked at him. 

Yes, you thought to yourself as you took a sip of tea, the view here was very nice.

“Are you staying?” 

You hummed and turned to look at Caliban, pretending not to be paying as much attention to him as you were. “Hmm?” 

Caliban smiled as he stared at the sky. It was very clear that he knew what game you were playing when he turned to look at you. “You’re a long way from home. Are you going to travel all that distance in the dark?”

You shrugged. “What does it matter to you?” 

“Never said it did, little wolf,” Caliban said easily. 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the night sky. All you knew was that you had to be back before the next full moon … but one more night couldn’t hurt. 

“Truth be told, there’s something about you that I can’t explain,” Caliban confessed. He reached his hand out and touched your cheek. His fingers were warm. He wiped something off your cheek and pulled his hand away to show some of Hilda’s healing whatever-it-was. Even pulled back, Caliban's hand was still close to your face. “I’d like it if you stayed until I figured that out.” 

“Kiss me,” you said without thinking about it. 

You thought he’d argue but all he said before he leaned in was “okay,” and then he kissed you. It made your heart race so quickly that for a second you worried about shifting in front of him. He pulled away as soon as your anxiety set it. 

When you caught your breath, you asked, “Figured it out yet?” 

“Not even close,” Caliban said with a devilish smile.