#i think mine is also 13 inches actually

[fromemotoangel]

i love phil and his 13 incher 🥰🥰🥰

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (3)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation. She also never thought she’d encounter her one-night-stand again—the awkward stranger who isn’t exactly that good in bed… Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong. But the more he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, the more he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: she gets involved in a murder case she least expected as a familiar face greets her. wc: 3,7k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, blood, graphic details of murder

A/n: this part is kind of slow but it’s very important for the plot

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Y/N WAS GOING TO QUIT. She was sure of it. Her mind was constantly trying to plan how she would execute the idea without making a scene because she considered slamming her resignation letter on Jamison's desk, dramatically claiming him as a disgusting, chauvinistic bitter old man who only got laid because his wife took pity on him.

She was walking back to her desk after bearing another one of his, "I don't think you can do the job, L/n. Let the men go out to the field and cover the story."

She was also a journalist, for god's sake. And a good one at that. What made that old man think she wasn't as capable as any other male peers around her? Was she too much of a woman to go out on the field and cover stories that were judged as too dangerous for her?

She let out a scoff. The Jamison Lynch worried about her safety? That sounded even more absurd.

"He did it again, didn't he?" Y/n found Sandy, the closest friend she had in this male-dominated agency, peering over her cubicle. She was from the finance department and would often come to entertain her whenever she needed an ear to cry out her frustration. "What is it this time?"

She cleared her throat and made an attempt of lowering her voice into a deeper pitch. "L/n, I don't think you understand how dangerous it is for you to be out there. Let the men do the job."

Sandy laughed. "That's actually a good impression. What work was he talking about?"

"Kevin Marshall's case." Y/n sat back in her chair and frowned. "The ironic thing is, I was the one who found out about this case. I told him about doing a story of it before he snitched this opportunity and gave it to Eric."

"So Eric's covering the story now?"

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "They're still talking about it in his office."

Sandy blew a low whistle. "That sucks."

She felt beyond frustrated. It seemed so unfair how she always got the bad end of the stick just because she wasn't born with a penis. She told Sandy exactly that which she cackled in return.

"On a serious note," Sandy muttered after her fits of laughter died down and leaned closer. "What happened to Mr. Marshall was terrible."

"You didn't hear this from me, but the police found him stabbed to death and..." she looked around their surroundings, motioning her friend to inch closer. "...there was some writing carved on his body."

Sandy's eyes went wide. "No way."

She nodded. "A friend of a friend of a friend of mine heard it from the forensic team."

"What were the words?"

"Well, if I were to be the one assigned to this case, we would've found out." She shook her head and let out another frustrated cry. "I'm going to quit this job."

"You said that last month," Sandy reminded her. "And the month before that, also, the month before that. Oh, did I mention you also said that several months ago—"

She held out her hand. "Alright, I got it." She glanced over the closed door at the end of the hallway, her mind drifting towards the two men discussing her supposedly case behind it. "I really mean it this time."

"Sure," Sandy absentmindedly agreed. "Wait, didn't you know Mr. Marshall?"

"Not really. I only met him once for work." She winced as her thought traveled to the time she encountered the man who was brutally murdered two days ago. "Let's just say he wasn’t exactly the greatest person to interview."

"No kidding."

She dismissed the topic by waving her hand. "It happened a long time ago, let's not bring that up. I'd feel terrible bad-mouthing him after what happened." She then let out a sigh. "It would be quite a story to cover though."

"Yeah, well, screw Jamison for taking it away for you." Sandy's eyes suddenly gleamed as they narrowed towards the automatic door at the corner of the room. "At least your boyfriend is here."

Y/n spotted the young man walking their way and laughed. "He's not my boyfriend."

"I don't think he got the memo," Sandy whispered before straightening herself, giving the man a huge grin as he stopped at her desk. "Hey, Oliver."

"Hi, Sandy." He greeted slowly. "How are you?"

"Better now that I've seen your pretty face."

Oliver Walsh was indeed an absolutely stunning man. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders and a very defined face. He was a little mysterious and reserved, but underneath that veneer was someone who was kind and caring.

He might not be the most outgoing person, but he had a genuine sweetness that made him attractive and likable. He also happened to have the hugest crush on Y/n the moment he first stepped foot inside this building.

Oliver gave Sandy a smile. "You look beautiful yourself."

Sandy rolled her eyes playfully. "We know I'm not the one you should be sweeping off her feet." She then gave Y/n a pointed look. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"What? You're going home already?"

"Got a hot date tonight!" Sandy overly shared before sauntering out of their sight. Y/n shook her head at her friend's antics before glancing up to see Oliver staring at her with the same look he had been giving her ever since the moment he had introduced himself.

His clear affection didn't go unnoticed. It somehow managed to be a public assumption that he was head over heels for her, something that was often discussed between their peers. As much as she wanted to reciprocate his feelings because she understood how difficult it was to be on the other side of unrequited love, she merely saw him as a guy she often worked with.

"Can I help you, Oliver?" She asked, already weary of the grin plastered on his face.

"No, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Her face fell at his words. "How I'm doing?"

"I heard Jamison snatched a very important job from you."

"Wow," she gasped, not understanding how he knew this information already. But then again, people had the tendency to share things they overheard. "News really does travel fast around here."

"There's no such thing as secrets in this place. But seriously, how are you holding up?"

She simply shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Angry? Frustrated? Like I want to strangle Jamison myself?"

"Y/n, there's no such thing as a bad bone in your body."

"What? You don't think I'm capable of hurting him?"

"Nope. You're the sweetest person I know."

She snorted. "That's because you keep seeing me through rose-tinted glass."

"Maybe." Oliver crossed his arms and leaned his hips over her desk. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shook her head. He raised his brows. "Really? You can't think of anything?" She shook her head again. "Perhaps something to appease your frustration? Chocolate? You do love chocolate."

"I do, but I don't think anything sweet can even calm me down."

"Then how about a drink? Coffee? Beer? You and me? Together? Tonight?"

She let out a disbelief laugh as she stood up, making an attempt to gather her things. "Don't be so sly, Oliver."

He merely gave her a bashful smile. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"It's never going to work between us." She paused dramatically. "Do you want to know why?"

He slowly nodded, eying her with earnest interest.

"Because you see, Oliver," she drawled as she closed the distance between them. She peered up at him through her lashes and threw him a grin. "I never mix business with pleasure."

She gave him a playful wink before turning around, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless as he stood there where she had left him. He let out an amused laugh before calling out, "I'm going to make you change your mind!”

She lifted her hand and waved at him without looking back. "Goodnight, Walsh."

His laughter was the last thing she heard before she turned around the corner, heading towards the parking area.

Turning him down was the right thing to do. She was not in the right place to be emotionally involved with other people right now. After going through so many heartbreaks and disappointments in the past, she couldn't take any more of the dating scene. It was just a bunch of awkward interactions and unmet expectations while feeling worn down by the whole process. She couldn't even remember the last time she was involved with a man.

A sudden mock laughter rang at the back of her head. You were involved with a complete stranger two nights ago!

Romantically, she corrected. She couldn't remember the last time she was involved with a man romantically.

Oh, great. Now she was fighting with herself upon what had happened that night. That... overwhelming and embarrassing night which she did not want to speak of. Overwhelming because of how much she wanted to see him again, embarrassing because she knew he did not feel the same.

She groaned as her mind somehow drifted to memory, her mind reminiscing that intoxicating feeling of his tongue inside her mouth for the first time. Or that moment before he settled above her, sinking between her legs as the tip of his hard, throbbing length squeezed into her warm entrance—

No! Don't even go there!

She stopped her pace and stood by the entryway of the parking lot, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. She needed a moment to breathe. Between her frustration toward her boss, the constant interest from her fellow colleague, and the rush of sexual heat at that core memory, her head was starting to spin.

It wasn't until a sudden weight shoved her from the back that she woke from her trance. She jolted forward from the impact before her bag fell onto the ground, the remnants of her things spilling out, and scattered along her feet. "What the hell?"

She looked up to see the back side of a man moving forward in a hurry, not even sparing her a glance.

"Hey!" She shouted, clearly annoyed by the fact an unidentified man wearing a dark hoodie covering his face didn't have the decency to apologize. When he turned around the corner and escaped her line of vision, she realized she wasn't going to get the apology she desired.

She picked up her belongings while muttering curses under her breath. Her phone which lay a few inches away from her feet suddenly vibrated, the loud sound of an incoming call echoing throughout the open space of the lot. She peered over towards the screen and groaned.

She shoved the phone inside her bag and went on her way as she spotted her car. "Now's not the time, Jamison," she mumbled to herself, already irritated by how the night had turned out.

Her phone went silent again. It wasn't until she was a few feet away from her car that it began its chime a second time. The sound felt heavy in her ears and she finally got to her car, leaned against it, and reluctantly dug into her bag to retrieve the device.

She clutched onto it with disdain because Jamison was known to be persistent while also being inconsiderate and thoughtless. If she ignored him he would find another way to get under her skin. She slumped against the cool material of her car and slowly took a deep, aggravating breath before receiving the call. "Yes, Jamison—"

There was heavy breathing at the end of the line. A static sound greeted her before a loud crash echoed in the background. She looked over her phone screen before pressing it back against her ear. "Jamison?"

"...help..."

His croaked voice shot shivers down her spine. She straightened herself as panic washed over her body. Her boss was known for being very loud as he loved being the center of attention. But his voice sounded so quiet now. It didn't have that hint of self-centered confidence he liked to portray. It even sounded as if he were... in pain?

"Jamison?" She gulped and without thinking of her actions, her feet somehow moved on their own, navigating her back to where she had left. "Jamison, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Can you hear me?"

"...Y/n..." Crash. Cough. Gasp. "...help—"

The line went dead.

Y/n wasn't exactly a fit person. Her only form of physical activity would be the number of stairs she climbed up and down in her apartment building. But her feet were moving very fast on its own right now. She didn't care how running in a pair of flats wasn't the best idea, the mortification of something awful happening to someone asking for her assistance was gnawing into her consciousness.

The moment she was on her office floor, she took notice of how nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The place was exactly how she had left minus all the people hanging by their respective desks. Because it was very, very quiet and the silence felt oddly eerie to her. Half of the lights were off and her steps halted for a moment as she entered her cubicle space, suddenly self-aware of the possibility of how something dangerous might occur.

Then she heard a scream. A deep, dreadful scream followed by a train of curses came from what she assumed was Jamison's office. Her feet moved again and her frightened demeanor was replaced by concern as she increased her pace, turning to the hallway towards his office.

Her movement faltered when she realized she wasn't alone. A very frightened-looking Eric Adler stood by Jamison's door before he turned around at the sound of her footsteps.

"Eric?"

His voice was etched with panic and horror as he rushed forward and held her by the arms. "No, Y/n."

"...what?" Her eyes shot behind him, noticing Jamison's door jarred open. She tried to escape his grip. "You don't understand. He called me—"

"No. Please. You don't want to see him in there—"

"Let go of me! He called—"

"Y/n." His grip tightened. "He's—he's... gone."

She looked up to see her coworker, the same man who simply stood in silence this evening as he took the job she had wanted. The confused look in his eyes from the sudden responsibility he had to take on that particular moment was now replaced by terror; a look of sheer horror, one which conveyed utter fear and panic. It was a look of complete devastation and utter helplessness, a look that made his soul seem to have been just sucked out of his body. It was the kind of look that conveyed the deepest despair one could possibly feel.

He's gone.

Gone could mean a lot of things. It could mean disappearance. It could mean an emotional state of feeling disconnected from the world. But this gone... she understood what it meant. She understood the weight of the word the moment her eyes spotted the surge of blood coming from Jamison's office.

There was so much blood that she should've felt disgusted by the amount of it, but her mind was too busy trying to convince herself that it was real. It wasn't until her eyes spotted a hand sprawled lifelessly across the floor that her stomach started to churn. The stone rings circling around the fingers were the exact rings she often saw on her boss.

The realization on her face had Eric pulling her away. But before he could drag her, she saw a glimpse of the lifeless body, and what she caught had her completely stunned. More than feeling mortified by the scene, a sense of bewilderment settled in. The disbelief of such a coincidence happening etched her mind as she peered over the body one last time.

Because something was carved along his arm.

There was a lot of waiting. Feeling impatient was one of the most frustrating things to ever exist, it made her feel anxious and restless about the lack of progress after Eric had called the authorities. He had guided her to the front area of the receptionist, given her a blanket he had found somewhere in the office—which she wasn't sure who it even belonged to—and given her a cup of warm tea as he made some calls.

She sat there, watching her coworker pace back and forth along the marble floor. She could tell Eric's mind was secretly all over the place with his disheveled hair and dark circles underneath his eyes, but somehow he managed to keep his calm.

He was steady, still a little fazed with the whole ordeal, but managed to keep checking up on her every five minutes. He even had the time to apologize for taking her job before she merely shook it off. It wasn't his decision to snatch away the opportunity. Though it felt inappropriate to point fingers at the person who actually did decide on the matter when he was lying in the other room covered in his own blood.

She shuddered again. There were so many questions running through her mind. What kind of person would do a terrible, gruesome thing to another human being? It was always the same question she had whenever she encountered such devastating news. She once read in an article that there were roughly 300,000 people who were killed by murder each year worldwide, and to think that one of them happened to somebody she knew felt so surreal.

The authorities finally came an hour later followed by a group of people wearing protective suits. The waiting for their arrival was very long, but everything happened so fast the moment they introduced themselves. A detective in an oversized suit talked to her and Eric separately, asking what happened prior to finding the body.

She suddenly felt nauseous as she recalled Jamison's phone call, how pained and desperate his voice sounded. It wasn't until she heard herself say it out loud that she realized the possibility of the killer being in the same room on that phone call. Or even in the same room as her as she entered the vicinity of their office.

"Ms. L/n?" Y/n looked up to see the detective watching her with worry. "Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't. But she merely nodded and gave him a smile. "I will be."

He returned the smile with a genuine one of his own and glanced at his watch. "You should get some sleep, Ms. L/n. If you have any more information please don't hesitate to contact us."

Then he left her standing there alone, watching people bustling around her with different equipment. She could hear the faint sound of the ambulance from the distance, smell the intoxicating scent of chemicals coming from the medics, and sense her fatigue creeping along her body as her eyes noted the time showed on the massive clock plastered on the wall.

"Ms. L/n?"

Y/n turned to see a man standing close, his dark eyes watching her cautiously. There was a sense of confidence in his posture that she couldn't help but notice. "Yes?"

"Mr. Adler told me where to find you." She frowned at the mention of Eric before her confusion deepened at the badge presented in front of her. "I'm SSA Derek Morgan from the FBI."

"FBI?"

"Yes," he confirmed, shoving his badge back into his pocket. "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding this past event."

She crossed her arms. "I don't think my boss being brutally killed should be called an event." She steadied her gaze on him. "And I've already talked to the detective."

"My apologies, and I'm terribly sorry for your loss." He gave her an apologetic smile. "Although I would appreciate it if you can spare a few minutes of your time."

She observed him, watching him hesitantly before letting out a heavy sigh. "I guess so."

"Is there anywhere private we can talk?"

His attempt at keeping their conversation confidential from all the people swarming by had her quirking an eyebrow. She nodded and guided him toward the closest space that could provide them some privacy. "Sure... We can use the conference room down here."

"Thank you. My partner will also be present with us if you don't mind."

She looked him up and down. "There's two of you?"

"There's two of us," Agent Morgan confirmed, slightly smiling at the condescending tone of her voice. "Dr. Reid will shortly join us."

The silence after that statement was very, very palpable. The sudden stillness was one that typically left her feeling completely baffled, a state of total shock and disbelief over a familiar name unexpectedly mentioned. The uncertainty of her ability to hear left her frozen in her tracks, waiting for her brain to catch up with the sudden information. "Doctor... Reid?"

"Dr. Spencer Reid. He was talking to Mr. Adler a while ago—wait, there he is." Agent Morgan's voice grew louder as his eyes focused on the man behind them. "Reid! Over here!"

He surely couldn't be...?

She shook her head. The world wasn't that small, was it? Even though she was very bad at remembering names, how could she forget the exact same one she wrongly called as a result of her pettiness? And besides, there must be a lot of people possessing the same name, surely it was a different person.

Though the deafening lack of sound was jarring as if every other sound had been sucked out of the room. It almost felt like everything was frozen in time as her eyes settled on the man standing a few feet away from her. Because there he was, the same man who awkwardly flirted with her two days ago.

The same man who grabbed her by the waist the moment she looked up at him with need. The same man who leaned in closer, the tension charged with anticipation and desire before it lead to an explosion of passion that couldn't be quelled.

But the desperate longing in his eyes from that night was changed into mortification, and when she thought her night couldn’t go more terrible than it already was, it had gotten even worse.

>> NEXT PART

[mapplesand]

Every chapters name in Morbid Minds and their explanation

Chapter 1 - Cruz (nickname used by people who bully Marco, reference to the school shooter Nikolas Cruz)

Chapter 2 - Tristan (first introduction of Tristan and first time we get his pov)

Chapter 3 - We need to talk about Marco (reference to the movie/book We need to talk about Kevin, the plot is about a mother struggling with the fact that her song is a school shooter)

Chapter 4 - Closer (name to a Nine Inch Nails song, Marco plays it to Tristan during their first time actually talking to each others, he asks Tristan if he would let him "desecrate him" (lyric from the song) because that's apparently what you say to people)

Chapter 5 - Animal Farm (book by George Orwell, both Tristan and Marco have to study for a test about the book)

Chapter 6 - Level of Concern (song by Twenty One Pilots, Tristan listens to it during a panic attacks)

Chapter 7 - Listen up, it's the Rapture (lyrics from The Rapture (but it's pink) by Scene Queen, referencing a nightmare sequence Marco has where he's both struggling with shooting intrusive thoughts and religious thoughts)

Chapter 8 - Les Fleurs du Mal ("Flowers of Evil" title of a poetry book by Charles Baudelaire but also the name of a manga, I chose it because Marco has the manga and Tristan points out that it's also french poetry)

Chapter 9 - Bang bang, you're dead (ref to a book/movie about school shooting, also because Josh gets threatened with a gun twice in here)

Chapter 10 - Platonic Handjob (song by Meth Wax, there is no handjob in this chapter for anyone wondering, but yes there is still a reason for that chapter and it's gay tension)

Chapter 11 - Blödmann ("Dumbass" in german, targeted towards Marco because he really is a dumbass in this one but not in a good way)

Chapter 12 - I wish I was Special (lyrics from the song Creep by Radiohead, Tristan and his father listens to the song during a car ride)

Chapter 13 - You're so Fucking Special (follow up to the previous lyrics, this is the chapter where Tristan and Marco get together)

Chapter 14 - We're going to Superhell (Supernatural meme lol Tristan infodump about Supernatural to Marco's mom, some kind of joke with the meme, the fact that his mother is heavily catholic and the fact that they're gay)

Chapter 15 - I'm your problem now (song by Mindless Self Indulgence, Tristan realizes that being with Marco means he also has to stop him from being a jackass)

Chapter 16 - The Kids aren't Alright (song by both The Offsprings and Fall out Boys, refers to the fact that there's a bunch of new characters introduced and the kids aren't alright, that's for sure)

Chapter 17 - Empty Generation (song by Rotten Minds, chose this one because we both get a Dalisay pov (Marco's mom) and Michae pov (Tristan's dad))

Chapter 18 - Lovely Bastards (song by Yatashigang, lovely bastards being both Marco and Tyler in this)

Chapter 19 - But you and me, we're just crazy (lyrics from the song "When I'm with you" by Best Coast, it's one of the soundtrack of the movie The Dirties a movie about school shooting)

Chapter 20 - Take a Slice (song by Glass Animals, one of Tyler's theme because it's the first time we get his pov)

Do you guys have a favorite title ? Mine is Platonic Handjob because it's so fucking random i'm glad I put it in there lol

also idk if you guys noticed but i think there's a running theme in the pop culture i'm chosing for this story... truly is a mystery what theme is it (yes the school shooting theme represent Marco while the song titles represent Tristan, it's linked to both of their major special interests)

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Tagged by @wishthefish!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

123... somehow... oh wait i know how its bc i did whumptober

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

392,687

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: The Untamed/MDZS, Nirvana in Fire, A League of Nobleman, The Blood of Youth [screaming, crying, trying please i need more people to write tBoY fic my crops are dying], The Disguiser [sometimes]. I'm also working on a few ideas for Mysterious Lotus Casebook which I finished last week

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

So these are all from back when I was actually writing the most popular pairing for a popular fandom, as opposed to now where I'm either writing the Rarest of rare-pairs or for fandoms that have <100 english fics so:

Yellow Petals - The Witcher, Geraskier, hanahaki

I Would Know Him In Death (At The End of the World) - Les Mis, E/R, les amis are reincarnated greek heroes

Butter-cup of Tea - The Witcher, Geraskier, round robin me and @nemainofthewater wrote together that I'm sure had a plot

as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine - The Witcher, Jaskier & Valdo Marx, another one by me and Nemain where I wrote Jaskier's letters and Nemain wrote Valdo Marx's

Know the Water's Sweet but Blood is Thicker - The Witcher, Jaskier is Calanthe's brother, yikes I never finished that one oops

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to (sometimes I forget though lol)! It feels nice to have some kind of interactions with other fans, plus that's how I made friends with @wishthefish so there's always a risk chance of getting to know people ;P

6) What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hahhaahahahahahahaahahahhah

ummmm all of them?

it's probably 'You left me here behind, do you not care?' which has very little room for any hope at all come the end

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is actually harder than the angst one, somehow. like happy? are any of truly happy??

I'm restricting it to things I wrote this year and I'm going to say As we walk with the sun hand in hand from the wreck, which is the 'happy ending' stem of the Xuyao choose your own adventure thing I was working on this year

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I did once, but it was for a fandom I was already over in a work I wasn't like 100% sold on anyway and I found it kind of funny

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No but as I put in a group chat the other day "every day i inch closer to writing porn and i am not happy about it".

To be fair I don't think I'll ever write full-blown smut, and generally I find that, for what I'm writing at least, having things left implied is better bc then people can imagine whatever they want (and I don't have to write it)

10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do in fact have a NiF/Untamed bodyswap crossover in my docs which I either need to write more of or decide that I'm not going to write any more of and just post as is

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! There's a French translation of I Would Know Him in Death (At the End of the World)!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have several co-written fic with @nemainofthewater - we share a braincell so it's always a lot of fun

14) What's your all-time favorite ship?

See that's a. that's a question that I'm finding WAY harder to answer than it should be.

Probably E/R (Enjolras/Grantaire) from Les Miserables. Like R is still my tumblr/ao3 picture (and my phone home screen), I might now actually be in the fandom so much any more but forever in my heart etc

15) What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh man I just went on my posted works on ao3 and I have a les mis fencing au that I last updated in 2020. That's never going to to happen

16) What are your writing strenghts?

Lets see how much angst I can fit in a very small amount of words 😈

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle finishing anything longer than about 2k which is a pain bc I have lots of ideas that deserve a lot more words than I can focus on writing for them

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's cool when people do it (especially if they have hover-ovre translations)! I haven't ever tried and am unlikely to any time soon

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Turn! (actually the first fandom I wrote for was Hamilton but that never saw the light of day and NEVER WILL)

I'm going to tag @nemainofthewater @luzzeagain @woobifiedvillain and anyone else who feels like it!

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Thank you for tagging me @msnewobsessioneveryweek kissing u on the mouth ily

Join me, if you'd like, no pressure!: @seabellswish @uniquedeerwitch @zaunitearchives

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not a person, but I'm named after the tree of life (not Yggdrasil i swear), the more common/non religious translation is "be companionable, sociable, nice, friendly, etc"

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hm, last weekend I think? But it ended fine, it was just a stress induced breakdown

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, he is my baby boy, he is also a cat. Realistically speaking, no, i have no offspring and I'm not planning on it. Really ever. It changes from time to time, I won't lie, i think it would be rewarding to help guide a young mind through life but I will definitely adopt if I do. Which is a big if. The certain plan is all my children will just be cats.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Its in my blood line. You could not survive my family if you didn't.

5. What sports do you play/used to play?

Soccer in elementary, but i hated it bc it was by peer pressure. Sword fighting, which i miss so much but I had to stop for a long period of time bc medical issues. Is horse back riding considered a sport? I did that for a short time lmao.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Their vibe/how they talk and hair. Nose too but thats bc i really love noses dude, they're all so pretty.

7. Eye color?

Brown :)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't handle scary movies often, like 1 or 2 a year...

9. Any special talents?

Special? Not sure, but ones I've worked hard on are writing and acting.

10. Where were you born?

The devils buttcrack

11. What are your Hobbies?

Baking, acting, singing, writing, and I'm slowly building up cosplaying!!

12. Do you have any pets?

My son, Tigger the cat. He is orange, 7 years old, and the best thing to ever bless my existence. My dad found him eating his carpets at his shop as a kitten and now he is mine >:)

13. How tall are you?

5 foot and 6 ½ inches but I tell others 5 foot 7 >:)

14. Favorite subject in School?

Elective: Dramatic Arts. Actual Subject: English

15. Dream job?

Actor bc I love entertaining others, and being able to bring characters to life :)

[flowersarefreetherapy]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thank you @soheavyaburden for the tag!

1. Are you named for anyone?: Yeah, I actually am! I’m named after a person who was murdered in Rome during the reign of Nero (I think he was the one ruling during that time …. Now I’m second guessing that)

2. When was the last time you cried?: what is this! I have been tricked into attending therapy! Lol, anyway, it was a few weeks ago, when I attended a wedding. It was sweet and sentimental and very fun to attend (and then I realized a whole lot of things, starting with dresses and I are not friends)

3. Do you have kids?: Nopey nope nope nope. Perhaps at some point on the future I would like to, but kids and I don’t usually click, so who knows

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: no, no, totally not at all. No clue why anyone would even ask this, not at all.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?: usually their sense of style. I’ve never been able to really get/understand that, so when I see someone, I’m usually drawn to what they wear

6. What’s your eye color?: Dark brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings all the way. Scary movies and I don’t click (though if the storyline is good enough, I will forgive the suspense). But I want to know that the characters are going to have a happy ending, that their world (and mine) isn’t hopeless, that there is always and hope, no matter how dark the night has become. Yeah, call me sappy, but happy endings all the way (or endings that make sense for a character and completes their arc)

8. Any special talents?: I can lick my nose with my tongue, if that counts???

9. Where were you born?: Mitten state!

10. What are your hobbies?: I’m still counting reading as a hobby, since middle school me would combust if I didn’t. Writing is also a big hobby and a weird form of stress relief that I absolutely love. I occasionally will pick sewing back up again, but it’s mainly reading and writing as hobbies. Though I did have a fun period where archery was a hobby and I did that nonstop

11. Have you any pets?: I do! A golden retriever named Guinevere whom I love dearly and who makes it her mission to get dirt and blond fuzz on every single pair of pants I own.

12. What sports do you play/have played?: absolutely none. I was a bookworm through and through as a child (though there was a period when I begged my parents to let me play softball. It didn’t happen)

13. How tall are you?: 5 feet, 2 inches. Yes, I am short. Yes, I will steal your kneecaps if you mention it

14. Favorite subject in school?: History!!!! It has been my favorite subject since elementary school and is now my minor! I love love love it and if you get me started, I can and will talk for hours about it. Now that I know the fancy words to explain it better, I tell people I study social history with a focus on 18th century revolutions (fancy words!)

15. Dream job?: Okay, so I have a few. So I kinda am going for a degree in my dream job, which is cool and something I never thought I would get, but aside from that, I would love to be a reenactor. Seriously, if I could just wear an 18th century soldier’s uniform and tell people about that time or act out battles and all while doing it in character, I would be happy for life

Okay, tagging people, alright! (If you’ve already been tagged, I’m sorry) @blood-is-compulsory @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds @whumpcereal @eatyourdamnpears @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @winedark-whump @lonewhumper @hold-him-down @justplainwhump @straight-to-the-pain @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort @boxboysandotherwhump and @darkthingshappen!

[freeuselandonorris]

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i kinda hope there’s a cool ending for arasaka, i also can’t imagine it being positive, but maybe they just let you go afterwards if all they want is johnny’s engram and you get some cool rewards. it’d be fucked if it was a bad ending.

honestly a bit disappointed you can’t play 3 or nv because they’re so fun. i haven’t played the dlc’s in 4, but from what i know about them, the 3 story ones alone make it worth it. far harbor is supposed to be really good, adds a new big area in maine and lots of quests to do. i’m really excited for that one. nuka world is like, an amusement park with functional rides and lots of fighting so i’m hype about that, too. automatrons has to do with getting robots for your settlements and stuff. the story ones are generally regarded as being better than the base game. the others add more to the crafting and settlement mechanisms, so their worth is really dependent on how much you like those features! if you enjoy them, they add to the worth, but some people could care less about them. i never messed with the crafting or settlements when i played it originally, but i’m going to do that when i pick it back up.

i had no idea the portal games are on switch, i might have to buy them on mine!! it’s one of the funniest games i’ve ever played, and i somehow forget that until i play it again. also, glados is my favorite video game antagonist. she’s incredible. i’m gonna end up playing portal at work if i buy it on my switch tbh. (i dont have the oled version, so im a little jealous)

rightttt i would kinda respect them if they just put some hideous ending in if you sided w arasaka though lmao. like i would be upset if it happened to me after i'd sunk 80 hours of playtime into it but also...that's some bold storytelling u know!!

(side note but did you see this photo of lando........once again i cannot stop thinking about cyberpunk driver AU pls help)

hmmm inch resting thank u for the info! honestly i probably would not touch the crafting/settlement ones but the story ones might make it worth it. tbh i should not be spending any more money on games for a lil while anyway (or on like...anything else lmao) so maybe i'll hang around for a while and see if the PS store puts the bundle into a sale given that it's popular again, bc the story dlc sounds worth it.

yeah i completely missed it until now and idk how! but honestly i would say the gameplay is actually better and more intuitive on the switch than it was on PC, it just fits so well. totally agree about GLaDOS. the ending still cracks me up when i think about it. i loved stephen merchant as wheatley in the sequel too. it's super cheap for both of them on switch, i think i paid like £13 for both? it's called the companion collection. def def worth it.

[the-firebird69]

That last paragraph is mine but I'm going to explain some things when you smooth out the wheel wolf fenders it looks much better and you don't have it connect to the front end and the front end is different it's more modern and the rear too and it has that mid-engine look to it otherwise it's very similar and it looks really really hot when you do those few things and really the fuselage is a race car look but it's more angular and it's really cool it works better

Frank Castle hardcastle

How much would the kit be and we estimate about $20,000 and he says probably not because most of it's going to be there and he's right you know you can't use the Camaro or mustang interior you can it's also an idea but the stuff's heavy so you use the other ones and it's a little more but they want the Camaro and the mustang interior and it would fit a little bit it's more like a supercar but it makes sense it would cost less that would drop it down like five grand and the dashboard and such won't fit in that configuration but all that gauges and everything else would already be compatible and why change it it's a good idea and the dashboard top won't fit but we can make the bottom fit and it would actually bolt out much easier and they like that and the controls too we can make maybe in the right place and the linkage would be right so you'd hook everything up like it was a normal factory including the lights and everything you just have an extender and it's a simple push it together and it clicks and it's done and they like it and our son and daughter like him say that's what we need that kind of kit right there and actually we hear bja and his brother and they like it so this is what we're going to work on cuz we have all those parts and we want to get them out of here and the new tires and rims that come with a Camaro are about two and a half inches and it says perfect for the look and true but most are about 2 and 1/4 and the rims are nice and they're not mad but they look nice and why change them we just want to widen the rear end and to do that you don't have to change the suspension because it's a solid axle so they're actually pretty pleased now that would actually make the kit a bit cheaper less expensive maybe 13 or 14 roughly but it is worth it because it uses all the parts now if you're coming to make one out of an existing Camaro or mustang we were talking about actually you would take the dashboard off and put in the new dash everything else would stay and that's the idea and they like it because that's what you want to do and really the fuselage on those things weighs a ton and you extend it out in the back it's the kind of job that everybody can do and won't frustrate people and when you do that with the Camaro you two have to rip the whole thing apart including the interior but a new interior comes with it but you can say with or without the control console and the seats it will help you with it we know it what stage to do it at it says if you have this year Camaro and this model with this Vin configuration you need this this and this if you're doing it and so forth and you don't need this and retain this and that's the stuff and you wanted a list of things to keep and you put them on a shelf and label them this is how it's going to go this is

Frank Castle hardcastle

It's a real dog the mustang the Camaro and a few others are dogs they just do not do it this Challenger and the chargers are dogs they still make them they don't go anywhere and we have those chassis and we can make the saline out of those and they want to and we're going to go ahead and do it I like it

Savage opress

Think of the saline might be a b**** and he says we should make the coyote a certain one and we might do that it's very similar and we got to look at it it's a little bigger but we can do it

Frank Castle hardcastle

This is a lot of talking and we're going to have to get going on it and we probably will have people out there who want to work on these and they say they will and we know it

Thor Freya

We need something to keep us there Oshkosh is one Jeep is another Humvee he wants to get going and we can help do all that stuff and he says when and we should have a meeting probably Friday and I say this it's not a bad idea I can come in a different format and we can talk about it through objects and things like we used to so I'm trying to do that and arrange it and even have Trump train participate somehow and he gets it we fight together sometimes against others and Tommy f will try and steal them from us

Bjs

Olympus

[thethickestcharles]

5 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever)

tagged by @nanapop

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

Not anyone in particular but the name I use is actually from a inside joke I had with friends (found out later it was also my great-grandpa's name tho), and from a time I was being harassed/called “thicc-y” (thicky? Not sure how it would be written out, it was comments on my figure that actually also became a joke). And so Charles Thicke was born.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Idk I cry all the time lol

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Thankfully no, but I used to occasionally look after the kids at my barn when we had lessons and group ride stuff.

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

Yeah probably

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I have played soccer and T-ball, tried softball, did track/field through middle and high school, and also played football. Whether or not I was good at any of them is a whole other thing tho lol. Now that I'm old I run, bike, lift weights and ride horses but none of them are done competitively.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

Definitely not their faces as a whole (I am terrible at putting faces to names). Probably if they have a defining feature or if they do/say something memorable.

7. EYE COLOUR?

Borin ol' baby blues

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Happy endings. Give me the escapism.

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

Somehow I've managed to make it thru life even though I make questionable decisions due to terrible impulse control and having absolutely horrid social skills. Does that count?

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

I think at home, and almost into the toilet. For real.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Anything that keeps me busy for a few minutes to a few months, that I can add to the cycle of things that keep me busy for a few minutes to a few months. (I have a lot of hobbies)

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

Yep. A varying number of cats (some that aren't 100% mine but I take care of), a couple dogs, and 3 horses.

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

A whopping 5 feet 5.5 inches (I recently grew an inch and a half without realizing it!)

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Probably the sciences, love learning new things about things and how they work!

15. DREAM JOB?

If I could get paid for what I do now (hanging with horses and drawing gay cowboys) that would be great. But realistically it would be something low energy that keeps me interested and with a bit of free time!

[moonmoonloves]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

I was tagged by @poebin

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

Yes actually, and it’s an interesting one. One of my mom’s friends had to be put in the witness protection program and she liked their new name. Actually now that I think about it, I question the validity of this story, if they were actually in the program my mom shouldn’t know, right? Idk.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

This morning. I’m a very easy crier. I cry everyday.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Yes, one.

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

I don’t think so? I tend to be very literal. I will use it to be obnoxious/funny to my spouse.

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

None.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

Um, I have a hard time socially. I tend to glance at people instead of look directly at them, so usually whether or not they speak to people kindly, like I’m determining potential threat levels lol, yay trauma.

7. EYE COLOUR?

Brown. None of that pots of honey bs either, mine are dull and usually bloodshot.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Happy endings always.

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

Uhh, I guess just general hyper focus. Especially with arts and crafts. I pick up new artsy things pretty quickly and can do them moderately well before moving on to another. Oh wait actually! GIFT GIVING. I have been told I give the best gifts. I often make people cry. Sometimes I make people uncomfortable because apparently not everyone wants someone’s focus on them like that. Also, sometimes people feel obligated to reciprocate and feel bad when they think they can’t. Their joy is my joy though <3

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Alaska.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Reading fic would have to be number one. Cooking/baking which was really a hyperfixation I had like 8 years ago but my family enjoys it so much I’m stuck with it. Artsy things sometimes I guess. Idk.

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

Yes, two cats: the best boy ever, and the most jealous snuggly bitch. I love them both so much <33

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'1". Tall shelves, what secrets are you hiding? <stolen from poebin minus an inch, but seriously, what are you hiding? Sometimes I can’t see even on a chair.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English and Art. I majored in Fine Art but didn’t finish. For some reason I chose Photography as my specialty, but I had to drop out pretty early on, so I never got very good at it. I liked the dark room, I was better at printing than I was at actually taking the pictures.

15. DREAM JOB?

I currently have the great privilege of being a stay at home parent. I wish I was better at that job. It’s the first job I’ve ever had where I felt like I wasn’t great at it. I know I’m not the worst, but I know I’m not the best either. We’re both neurodivergent and we have our fair share of struggles. Being a better parent aside I think it would be nice to make some money doing art. I’m indigenous american so something in that area would make my heart happy.

[ezras-left-thumb]

Ahh, thank you for the tag!! I love doing these and your post genuinely made me smile and kick my feet🥰 let’s get into it.

1. Been into the show since it first came out! I remember waiting for the weekly episodes to come out whilst doing my homework.

2. Tech absolutely. I don’t know, he just really appeals to me?? Always has been always will be my fav <3

3. I hope no one comes at me for this but I honestly didn’t like Wrecker at first. Idk why, but i love him now!

4. That’s tough but I’d have to say… Phee or Rex.

5. Oh God. Probably Tech or Omega or Echo lol. For various reasons for each of them

6. I’m a sucker for villains so I’d have to say Hemlock, (kinda?) he’s just a character who’s so inherently evil. Hate him as a person but he’s a wonderful character.

7. Crosshair absolutely. He’s be like “Oh, you did something bad? I’ve got body bags and a solid alibi.”

8. Omega and Wrecker!! They’d make sure everyone has the appropriate amount of pillows and popcorn.

9. I can't exactly think of anything right now, not to toot my own horn or anything but I'm pretty observant.

10. Um I have a ton of headcanons in a google doc but it's far too long to put on here so I'd have to say (not weird but) when they got back to Pabu Omega took to collecting seashells to make necklaces for everyone once a year. (There's a tree with seashell jewelry on it next to Tech's goggles.)

11. Every inch of this show is worshipped by us fans, but a favourite of mine from S2 is "I may process moments and thoughts differently, but that does not mean I feel any less." -Tech

12. Eriadu. It's ridiculous how this scene stuck with me since it aired, but his death actually made me cry.

13. Writing and posting about my fic (which I need to start doing more!!) And just doing anything I can because it has a special place in my heart where all my fandoms live <3

14. Wrecker, definitely, and Hunter I think. He'd be screaming his lungs out and then come off it and grumble, "This never happened" before he goes away to vomit.

15. Hunter and Echo give oldest, Wrecker and Tech are the middle children although Tech does sorta give youngest, (somewhere in the middle) and Crosshair and Omega are the youngest IMO.

16. S2 EP4, Tech's racer episode. Or Reunion (S1 EP8) Or Ruins of War (S2 EP2) or the S3 finale.

17. Again, people are gonna come for me but probably The Outpost. Idk, it just didn't have what I wanted, personally. Or any of the ep's without the Batch as a focus. Call me needy/selfish, but...

18. Coming home from school and plonking my bag down, getting in pyjamas and grabbing my laptop to crawl into bed and watch the newest episode. Also buying my Tech action figure. He's pretty cool.

19. Mean Girls, 100%

20. Everything. The little debates over stuff, sharing headcanons and art, and everyone participates in some way or another. Fanfictions, art, animation, music, incorrect quotes, tiktoks, it's all beautiful.

BAD BATCH 20 QUESTIONS

Get to know your fellow Bad Batch fandom community! Answer the following 20 questions! (Thanks to everyone who submitted questions for this Ask Game!)

Answer the questions and tag whoever you'd like to see their answers too 🥰

When/How did you get into the show?

Who is your favorite character from the show and why?

Was there a member of the Bad Batch you didn't like at first? If so, why? Has your view changed?

Who is your favorite non-Batch character?

Which character from the show do you most relate to?

Who is your favorite villain/antagonist from the show?

If you needed a Bad Batcher to help you commit a crime, who would it be?

Which Bad Batcher would be in charge (or take charge) of movie night?

What's something you didn't notice the first time watching the Bad Batch? (Or...what's something you didn't notice until someone else in the fandom pointed it out)

What is one strange head canon you have about any of the Bad Catchers that you haven't seen anywhere else?

What is a character quote/moment that is under appreciated from the show?

What scene/moment from the show lives in your head rent free?

What's your favorite way to participate in the Bad Batch Fandom?

Which Bad Batcher would scream the loudest on a rollercoaster?

Based on vibes alone, what is the "birth order" of the Batch? (Oldest, middle, youngest)

What's your favorite episode from the show and why?

What's your least favorite episode from the show and why?

Do you have any fun memories associated with the show?

What family movie would the Cadet Batch watch on repeat?

What is your favorite thing about being part of the Bad Batch fandom?

BONUS QUESTION

Did you commit voter fraud during prompt voting for @summer-of-bad-batch? 😂 (I have a google sheet that I'll share screenshots of at the end of the challenge with PROOF of the insanity of Summer of Bad Batch voter fraud...peak insanity, peak hilarity, loved every moment of it!)

No Pressure Tags: (all the Summer of Bad Batch community...I'd tag y'all, but that tag list would get insanely long...you know who you are 😘)

[b1as1an-souya]

(Fluff) grade school mikey, baji, and draken x soft male reader, they all go to the park but these older kids come up and want to fight and begin the delinquents the other three are they fight and y/n stands there and watches but he sees his friends struggling and getting hurt and starts crying (like angry) and beats up the kids that wanted to fight and hurt them pretty badly, Then when everything is over y/n is crying and asking if the three were ok through sobs and then says "im a bad person" and then the three are hurt by what he said (because y/n isn't a fighter and hates hurting people even if they are mean) and comfort little y/n"

This idea is so creative so I just had to write it!

“We’re not gonna leave you!”

Baji, Mikey, and draken x male reader

Ps: this is like in 2002-2003 where everyone is in their last year of grade school so they’re 11-13(?)

[Name] didn’t like fighting or violence overall. But yet he was surrounded by people who fought and had violent tendencies! They were his best friends actually. They did everything together honestly…

“Yo [Name]! You wanna hang out at the park with us after school!” Mikey said eager to talk to his friend. “Leave him alone dumbass! We know you’re gonna force him to come!” Draken yelled at the boy hitting him on the head. “Ken-chin you’re so mean! I was not gonna force [Name]!” Mikey pouted while whining.

“Shut up Mikey!” Baji yelled at Mikey throwing a empty carton of milk at Mikeys head. “No I’m free I can hang!” [Name] yelled out in attempt to stop the three dumbasses of his friends to stop fighting. “Oh in that case lets go!” Mikey yelled rushing to the school exit. “But that means we’re skipping class!” [Name] yelled out trying to catch up with Mikey and the others.

“Doesn’t matter school is almost done!” Draken said as he ran up with Mikey. “Last one there has to buy the winner a snack!” Baji yelled out teasing [Name] who was currently in last place. “No fair!” [Name] yelled out as he started to run faster. “Oh no you don’t!” Draken said as [Name] was less than a inch behind the boy.

“I’m not gonna lose!” [Name] yelled as he past the tattooed boy. “I’m coming for you next Mikey!” [Name] yelled as the park became more visible to him. “Hell no!” [Mikey] said. “Holy shit! The two are literally at the same pace!” Baji yelled out in awe as he struggled to catch up with the two! “Prepare to loose Keisuke!” [Name] teased as he stuck his tongue out at the loosing boy.

“Damm it!” Baji said as he was the last one to reach the park marking the poor boy as the loser. “I win!” Mikey yelled out victoriously. “No you didn’t it was a tie!” [Name] yelled. “I won right Ken-chin!?” Mikey yelled while looking at Draken. “Dumbass! It was a tie!” Draken yelled at Mikey. “So that means there’s only one way to settle this right…Manjiro?” [Name] said seriously. “I guess so…[Name]!” Mikey said as he raised a fist at [Name].

“ROCK!”

“PAPER!”

“SCISSORS!”

The two yelled out. Mikey having paper while [Name] had scissors. “Hah! I win!” [Name] said with a shit eating grin. “It doesn’t even matter I’m the real loser in the end!” Baji said a bit agitated. “Don’t worry I’ll go with you Keisuke! So ya wont feel lonely!” [Name] said as he gave him a pat on the back. “As if that would make it any better!” Baji yelled. “But you could come if you want…” Baji admitted right after.

“You two wait right her right!” [Name] said to Mikey and Draken. “Bye bye!” Mikey waved. “So whatddya want?” Baji asked while looking at [Name]. “Hmmmmm…” [Name] thought while he scratched his head. “Kinako fried bread!” [Name] yelled out. “Isn’t that Mikey’s favorite food! Is it for him?” Baji asked.

“It’s also mine!” [Name] said as he gave Baji a warm smile. “You’re so childish sometimes!” Baji yelled. “Ya think i get it from Mikey?” [Name] said as he laughed. “Maybe…” Baji said as he smiled.

When the two entered the store [Name] quickly went to go get his snack and told Baji he could go on ahead. “You don’t have to pay! I have my own money!” [Name] said feeling a bit bad that Baji had to pay. “Are you sure…? If so this is just our little secret alright?” Baji said. “Im one hundred percent sure! And my mouth is closed!” [Name] said as Baji left the store.

Alright I could buy snacks for the rest of em now! [Name] thought as he went to go get Mikey, Baji, and Drakens favorite snacks. “It’s like a gift!” [Name] muttered to himself as he paid and left the store looking to see if Baji was still in sight. “Alright I’m clear to go!” [Name] whispered as he carefully walked back to the park.

A few minutes had passed since [Name] left the park with Baji and now he was here. “Finally…” [Name] whispered to himself as he opened his eyes.

When [Name] open his eyes he was shocked. His friend were getting beat up by some 3rd year middle schoolers. And they were struggling to! “What’s going on…?” [Name] said as he dropped the bag with all the snacks in it and rushed to Bajis side. “What’s happened?!” [Name] said worriedly.

“Don’t worry about it [Name] we got it!” Mikey said trying to reassure [Name]. “Yeah! We’re fine!” Draken said while giving him a thumbs up. “I think theres one more person that wants to get beat up!” One of the middle schoolers said letting go of Bajis shirt and walking towards [Name]. “Don’t touch him you son of a bitch!” Baji said as he attempted to get up but fell right down.

Now all 3 of the Middle schoolers were surrounding [Name] he was still processing what just happened to his friends. “You wanna join your little punk ass friends so bad huh?! We’ll gladly help you!” The middle schooler said as he punched [Name] in his face giving him a nosebleed right after. “[NAME]!!!” Mikey yelled as he attempted to go to his friends side.

“That’s not enough for your dumbass huh?” The middle schooler said again kicking [Name] in the stomach making him fall down. The three just continued to beat [Name] up until the leader said “I think he’s learned his lesson now lets go.”

“You guys…” [Name] said, as tears fell down his eyes. “Y-YOU GUYS ARE JUST A BUNCH OF MEANIES!!!” [Name] said again now fully crying. “[Name] It’s okay you’ve already gotten hurt!” Baji said trying to stop his friend from getting hurt even more. “He’s right You’re already beaten bloody!!” Draken said desperately.

“You three-” *sniff* “You three have a lot of nerve to hurt-” *sniff* “To hurt my f-friends!” [Name] said while wiping his tears. “You really want more huh? Fucking dumbass!” The boss of the two said while charging at [Name].

Then for a second [Name] flew in the air then there was a dull sound and the Middle schoolers were out of Mikey, Baji, and Drakens sight. Next thing you know all three of them were knocked out, and bloody. [Name] who was still crying gave one last fatal kick to the main one who hurt his friends before rushing to his friends sides.

“Baji! D-Draken! Mikey! *sob* Are you okay!” [Name] said as he helped Baji get up putting him down on the bench. Tears still falling from his eyes due to the fact his friend were that badly hurt. “I…” Was all [Name] managed to say when he helped Mikey get up. “I’m…” [Name] said again. “I’m a horrible person! A-And, I-I’m gonna loose you three because I am!” [Name] said as he finally got his words out.

When the three finally processed [Names] words they felt horrible. “You’re not a bad person at all [Name]!” Mikey said trying to reassure him. “You’re also not gonna loose us! We’re still gonna be your friend after this!” Baji said. “They’re right you actually did us a big one!” Draken said while smiling.

“Really…?” [Name] said while wiping his tears still sniffing and crying. “Really so stop crying at tell us where ya learned how to fight like that!” Mikey said while giving [Name] a light punch on his arm. “Yeah! That was so badass!” Draken yelled amazed by his friend awesome fighting skills. “I didn’t know ya had it in ya!” Baji teased while giving [Name] a smile.

“Wait! I forgot I bought snacks for you three!” [Name] said as he stopped crying. “You bought snacks for us?!” Baji yelled while pointing at [Name]. “You didn’t buy [Name] a snack?!” Mikey yelled at Baji. “He insisted and then he told me to leave!” Baji said trying to defend himself. “That doesn’t make any difference dumbass!” Draken said as he ruffled Bajis hair.

“I’m back!” [Name] said only to see the three of his friends arguing and laughing. Only to find himself laughing at them. “Huh?” The three said only to find [Name] laughing. “Our crybaby friend is back!” Mikey teased as he was about to munch down on the snack [Name] bought him.

[helliontherapscallion]

Going Mining (Adrenaline Junkie Part 2)

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Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, OOC sbi

Word count: 2,582

It had been about a year since you told your family about your tendencies. Since then, you quickly became efficient in the art of redstone wiring. The precious dust became your saving grace in a way, it was because of it that you stopped skydiving. Of course, you missed the feeling you got when you got close to the ground going at mach speed, but they were just intrusive thoughts at this point; you didn’t make any move to fulfill your desire. Redstone wiring took your mind off from it.

Lately, you spent most of your time in the basement where you set up your workshop to craft most of your supplies and write out blueprints. You were working on finding out a way to somehow launch TNT to make igniting it safer. You figured out that you could use a dispenser to plant the TNT, repeaters to prolong the time the TNT gets placed, a button to press to initiate the whole process, and use redstone dust to connect everything together. Now you have a working TNT launcher, but you have to find a block to use as a wall to protect the user from the shockwave of the explosion. You found out the hard way that the shockwave is enough to knock you back a few feet and give you small burns.

You reached over for more iron to make another repeater, but your hand came up empty. You furrowed your brows as your hand patted around the chest before finally looking over to look more closely. The chest was completely empty. You groaned in frustration, you could’ve sworn that you had more iron to work with. Looks like you had to go mining again. Sighing as you checked your redstone dust supplies, you supposed that you could look for more of that too.

Prying your goggles off from your eyes and placing them on your crafting table, you checked the time. It was almost sunset, which means it’s close to dinner time. You walked up the stairs and to the kitchen, where Philza was cooking dinner.

Sitting down at the dinner table, you greeted him. “Hey Dad, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Steak and baked potatoes. How’s the TNT launcher coming up?”

“It’s coming along. At this point, I just need to figure out what block I could use as a wall to block the shockwave and how many repeaters I need.”

You remembered earlier today when you got the unexpected knockback in your backyard where you were building the launcher. Philza got used to the constant explosions, so he wasn’t phased when the explosion was louder than usual. He just thought you were using more TNT than usual, so he just resumed chopping wood. Soon after the explosion, he heard a thud and a groan coming from you. When he glanced in your direction, he saw you laying in the grass a few feet from the launcher. He chided you for not being careful with how much TNT you used, but he was proud of you for being so innovative. After giving you a health potion for your burns you got, he told you that you were done building for the day.

He hummed thoughtfully as he flipped a steak. “Have you thought about using obsidian? It’s pretty durable and it could withstand quite a bit of damage.”

You slapped a hand to your forehead. Why didn’t you think about using obsidian? Most TNT technicians used obsidian to shield them.

“...No, no I haven’t. You don’t suppose that we have any laying around?”

“I’m sorry hun, but we don’t. I could go mining for some though.”

“No that’s fine, I was actually going to find a cave tomorrow to restock on iron and redstone. I’m running low.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll lend you my diamond pickaxe. The iron pickaxe you have won’t mine through obsidian. Dinner’s almost done, can you go get your brothers?”

“On it!”

You ran up the stairs, hearing the strumming of a guitar growing louder as you approached Wilbur’s room. Knocking loud enough for him to hear over the guitar, the strumming stopped and he called out a “come in”.

Opening the door, you smiled at him. “Hey Wil. Dad wanted me to tell you dinner’s almost ready. That new song sounds great by the way.”

He put his precious guitar back into its case on his bed as he turned around and returned your smile.

“Thanks (y/n). Tell him that I’ll be down in a moment.”

Nodding, you closed his door and went across the hall to Techno’s room. Before you could knock, the door swung open to reveal your oldest brother. 

“I heard you tell Wilbur dinner’s ready. I’ll see you there.”

You stepped aside to let him into the hall and started to walk to Tommy’s room. You swung open his door and chuckled lightly as he jumped.

“Hey gremlin. Dinner’s ready.”

“How come you knock on Wilbur’s and The Blade’s door but not mine? I could’ve been naked!”

“You do the same thing to me. Techno and Wil knock on my door, so I knock on theirs. Now, get down to the dining room before your food gets cold.”

He stood up to his full height and casually walked over to you. In the past year he has grown to be almost 8 inches taller than you and he didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. To your surprise, he shoved you to the side and sprinted out of his room.

“LAST ONE TO THE DINING ROOM HAS TO DO THE DISHES TONIGHT!”

“NOT FAIR, YOU GOT A HEAD START.”

You sprinted after him, but he was ahead of you by time you passed your other brother’s rooms. By the time you got to the top of the stairs, he was halfway down them. There was only one way you’d win. You hauled yourself over the railing of the stairs and jumped, extending your wings to slow your descent. You swiftly regained your footing and sprinted towards the kitchen with desperation. You weren’t going to do the dishes when it was Tommy’s turn; it was your night last night. You laughed in an early celebration when you neared the door to the dining room. There was no way Tommy could possibly-

You yelped as you felt your body being pulled back and a slight pain in your wings. Tommy must’ve grabbed your wings. Falling on your ass, you quickly reached to grab Tommy’s ankle to bring him down on the ground with you. He landed on his stomach with a thud as you pulled him back as hard as you could. You crawled towards the dining room door, only to feel Tommy grabbing your wings again to pull you back. Wincing as you felt some feathers being yanked out, you cursed your wings for growing to be almost larger than your body and easy to grab. You slid across the ground as Tommy pulled you back and tried to crawl into the dining room. You reached out with your other wing and started battering his head to disorient him. It worked as he stopped and you felt him trying to swat your wing away so he could see. Making haste, you crawled into the dining room.

“OI THAT’S NOT FAIR. YOU STARTED HITTING ME.”

“All’s fair in love and war, gremlin. Besides, you pulled my wings first, so you technically started it. I wasn’t about to do the dishes for you.”

“I don’t know why you are the one calling me gremlin, you’re short as hell.”

“Oi, 5’2 is average height! You all are just way too tall!”

Despite you and Tommy arguing, you both were giggling and smiling at each other. The rest of your family watched you two in amusement for a couple of minutes before Philza spoke up.

“Alright you two, dinner’s gonna get cold if you keep it up. Tommy, (y/n) won fair and square. You will also pick up the feathers you plucked out after dinner. (Y/n), don’t jump over the railing again. I understand that you can fly but still that’s dangerous.”

You both murmured “yes, Dad” before taking your seats at the table. As the dinner progressed, everyone had small side conversations about how their days were. Dinner went by faster than usual, probably because everyone was tired. 

Tommy grumbled to himself as he picked up the feathers on the ground. Taking pity on him, you picked up everyone’s dishes and took them to the kitchen sink and filled it up with soapy water for Tommy. You washed and dried them by time he got done picking up your feathers. He was an annoying little gremlin, but he was your little annoying gremlin. You loved your little brother.

“...Thanks for helping me. You didn’t have to do the dishes.”

“It’s not a problem, Tommy. You already had to pick up my feathers. Er, sorry for hitting you with my wings, that probably hurt.”

He chuckled, rubbing his head. “It kinda hurt, but I deserved it for pulling out your feathers.”

You moved your wing in front of you to examine it. Only a few secondary feathers were missing, it was probably mostly your semiplume feathers he pulled out. 

“You didn’t do too much damage, no worries. I’m going mining tomorrow, is there anything you need me to pick up?”

His eyes lit up. “If you find a diamond, give it to me. My jukebox broke today.”

“I gotchu. It’s getting pretty late, T. We should go to bed.”

You gestured for Tommy to follow as you started to walk back into the dining room and into the kitchen. You two made comfortable small talk as you walked back to your rooms for the night. After changing into your pajamas, you plopped onto your bed and buried yourself in your sheets. You struggled to cover your wings before giving up and leaving them to droop off the side of your bed. You really needed to ask Philza how he covered his wings, they were larger than yours so he probably had a little technique he uses. 

Having wings kinda sucked sometimes. Besides not being able to cover them with a blanket easily, they didn’t fit on your bed if you wanted to stretch them out to their full length. When you were younger, your wings always fit on your bed and you would always keep them covered. But now with your wingspan being longer than your height, they were a pain to manage, especially at night. You always had to either sleep on your stomach or side and you couldn’t roll over without pulling a muscle in your wing. Because of this, it usually took you a little longer than most to fall asleep.

Your blissful slumber was interrupted by the light peeking in through your curtains. Sitting up, you stretched out your wings, smiling in satisfaction when you heard them crack. You stood up and grabbed your clothes for the day. Since you usually woke up a little earlier than your brothers, you always got first dibs on the shower after Philza. You yawned tiredly as you flicked on the water faucet and stepped into the shower. Now slightly more awake, you stepped out and started to preen your wings. Another downside to having wings is how high maintenance they are. 

After taking care of the rest of your morning routine, you went down to the kitchen where Philza was sitting at the table drinking some coffee looking as dead inside as ever. 

“Mornin’ Dad.”

He grunted in response. He was never a morning person, even after adopting four kids. You walked over to the chest where the food is kept and pulled out some eggs, bread, and beef. Usually, you made breakfast while Philza made dinner. You hummed a small tune as you flipped the eggs and turned over the beef sausages. One by one, your brothers joined Philza at the table and waited while you cooked. 

You grabbed four plates and sets of silverware from the cabinets and put on an appropriate amount of food on each, placing them in front of your siblings and dad. You grabbed your own before joining them at the table. 

“So, I’m going mining today. Is there anything you guys want me to get?”

They all chimed in with their needs. Philza wanted you to grab more iron and diamonds, Techno wanted some gold, Wilbur didn’t ask for anything, and you already knew what Tommy wanted. It sounded easy enough.

While the boys wrapped up breakfast, you excused yourself from the table and went back to your room to grab your satchel, pocket watch, iron pickaxe, and iron sword. Walking back downstairs, Philza gave you the supplies you would need today: a diamond pickaxe and a plethora of torches. “No staying out past sunset. Don’t mine down. Stay aware of your surroundings. If you see a mob, do not try to fight it, just try to run. If you get hurt, come straight home. If you get lost, follow the torches.”

“You worry about us too much.”

He sighed as he pulled you into a hug. “I just want you to be safe, hun.”

You smiled as you hugged him back and wrapped your wings around him. “I know, Dad. I’ll be safe, promise.” 

“You better, or else you’re grounded,” he joked.

You chuckled as you pulled away and said goodbye to your brothers for the day. Heading out into the brisk morning, you took in a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You had a feeling that this mining trip was going to be bountiful. You spread your wings and took off into the sky. 

Flying for a while, you spotted an opening in the ground. Grinning, you gradually landed before walking into the cave.

You spent hours mining precious ores, working your way deeper and deeper into the cave. You still had at least five hours before you had to start heading back to the house, so you thought going deeper wasn’t going to hurt anybody. 

You hummed to yourself as you passed multiple stalagmites. This cave was seemingly never ending, you’d have to mark it on your map so you could come back to it. The mouth of the cave kept getting larger and larger until it melded into a huge, winding cavern. You’ve never been this deep before, so you were excited to explore. Being mindful of placing down torches, you explored the cavern before you came across a strange looking block you’ve never seen before.

It glowed a luminescent green as weird looking projections (tentacles maybe? Was this thing alive?) flailed about before they fell into a relaxed movement and stopped glowing. Reaching out to poke it, you cringed as it felt weirdly moist and it made a slight squelching noise. It flailed about again as it glowed. You saw movement in the corner of your eye and turned to see another one of the blocks doing the same thing. How weird. 

Suddenly, the nearby lights started to flicker on and off, even your torches, as you heard a rhythmic thudding sound bounce off the walls of the cave. The thudding got louder and louder gradually as you frantically looked around for whatever it was and pulled out your sword. Hearing movement from behind you, you turned around only to freeze in fear. 

What the fuck was that?

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The Farm

Damian Wayne x Jon Kent

Summary: just 2 boys in love but won’t admit it. I have the attention span of a butterfly so this is as close as I get to a slow burn lmao. I just think they are adorable and I headcanon Damian as demisexual. I did actually age them above 18 but this is sfw. Only a little kissing. There’s a bigot but he gets punched.

“I heard about the farm,” Damian said as they sat on a rooftop in New York. “Sorry.” They were drinking milkshakes after saving the city. Well Jon was as Damian had a vegan smoothie instead.

“Yeah, they foreclosed,” Jon said, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically stony. “Thanks. Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“You know I could help you.. financially. If you need,” Damian offered carefully. Jon shifted in his seat and took a drink of his shake.

“It’s not your job. I’ll figure out how to keep it. Don’t worry,” Jon said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats on vet school. Not that it’s a surprise. You were top of your class.”

“Oh thanks. But seriously, I have no problem writing a check right now, Jon,” Damian emphasized. Jon stared at him silently. It was so tempting to let Damian solve his problems but that wasn’t the Kent way.

“I don’t know,” Jon said shifting uncomfortably. Damian noted that it wasn’t a no.

“I will be going to school in Metropolis in the fall. The farm in Smallville is a lot closer to the university than my place in Gotham,” Damian said hoping to come off as casual. Apparently not as Jon almost fell off the roof in shock.

“Live- with me,” he asked, his eyebrows rose quickly.

“Oh, I suppose. Yes, that is what I would be proposing,” Damian answered. Jon looked at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat and softening the look on his face to more neutral. Damian definitely wasn’t meaning ‘moving in’ moving in. He was just being practical. He wasn’t in love with Jon the same way Jon was head over heels for Damian since he was like 13.

“It would be practical for us both,” he said and Jon relaxed. Yep, normal Damian not thinking of the social meaning of his words.

“I don’t have a butler,” Jon warned. “And I sometimes forget to do laundry or dishes.”

“Then I will make a chore chart,” Damian answered and Jon’s heart soared a little at the domestics of it all. Jon nodded with a grin.

“So when do I get my roommate?” Jon asked lightly. Or what he hoped was lightly. His farm was saved and Damian was moving in. He was surprised he wasn’t levitating yet.

“I need to sell my apartment first. And pack,” Damian contemplated. “Also I need to buy the farm. I’ll need 4 days.”

“4?!? I mean- that’s fine,” Jon answered. He began immediately imagining all the work he needed to do before Damian could move in. “You work fast.”

“Yes, money talks,” Damian answered as if it was normal for a 20 year old to say. Jon nodded and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

True to his words, a moving truck showed up 4 days later. Jon had cleaned and organized everything, even scrubbing the walls and sweeping the barn. The workers quickly set up everything in the spare room just as Damian arrived.

Damian arriving was a sight Jon would never forget. Damian wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up and a tan pair of dress pants over shiny black leather shoes as he carried in a large paper bag of produce. Damian had grown so much from the tiny 13 year old Jon had first known. He was now a full inch taller than Jon and probably 10 lbs heavier. It was funny since Jon was the one currently running around as Superman.

Damian sat his bag on the kitchen counter and wiped sweat from his brow. Jon was much more casually dressed in old blue jeans and a white t shirt with a rolled up and open red plaid button down over it. An old blue baseball cap was thrown over backwards on his head and little curls stuck out.

“You brought food. You know this is a farm, right?” Jon said with a smile. “We’re kinda known for having food.”

“I brought food to cook tonight,” Damian said trying to be casual. He had actually taken far too long deciding on the perfect food for him and Jon to eat their first night as roommates.

“Are you cooking for me?” Jon said with a pleased smile. The moving company was leaving and it was just the two of them.

“Yes, I thought it would be a good start,” Damian said formally. “No need to be so happy. It’s just dinner.”

“Of course,” Jon said trying to straighten his face. But how could he when Damian was living with him and cooking for him? Impossible task.

Damian busied himself in the small kitchen, looking in every drawer and cabinet. He noted that in the dying evening light, it perfectly captured the sunset. That was something that people paid huge amounts to even glimpse from their place in Gotham and Jon got a 360 view everyday.

“Well I have to feed the animals but I’ll be back soon. Do you need anything before I go?” Jon said in the doorway to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of rubber boots.

“Tt, you dare care for animals without me?” Damian said with a frown.

“Well I just thought- I mean you can- but you’re cooking,” Jon sputtered and Damian smiled.

“I’m playing with you. I’ll see them tomorrow. Otherwise the meal will be ruined,” Damian said. Jon laughed and shook his head as he left.

Damian looked at the photos that lined the hallway, smiling as he saw pictures of Jon as a child. Jon holding a fish he caught. Jon swinging a baseball bat. Jon holding up one end of a tractor. Right above it was a young Clark Kent doing the same. Damian shook his head with a little smile. He would never admit it but he was head over heels for Jon. Had been for a few years now.

“That’s the first time I lifted a tractor,” Jon said beside him. “Dad was so proud.”

“I imagine,” Damian answered. Clark was such a sore subject for Jon. His father had only been presumed dead the year before. Jon took it hard. He didn’t speak but watched Jon from the corner of his eyes.

“He never wanted to force me to be Superboy. I practically begged him. He was scared it was too dangerous,” Jon said with a sad smile. They both walked in the kitchen and Damian finished the food. Damian brought it to the table just as Jon shyly brought out a bottle of wine.

“Mr Kent, where did you get that?” Damian said with a little smile.

“Actually there’s an entire wine cellar full of the good stuff. Your father is quite fond of giving wine as a gift and Dad never liked to drink. So he stored it here,” Jon said pulling out a wine opener. “I thought we could drink it for him.”

“That’s very illegal,” Damian said expertly opening the bottle. “We’re both technically underage.”

“Anything is legal with enough money,” Jon said with a little grin and Damian laughed.

I’m an awful influence,” Damian replied. They spend the rest of the night eating and drinking wine before both crashing in their separate rooms in the early morning.

Jon crawled out of bed only a few hours later to feed the animals and get started on his day. He thanked his Kryptonian DNA for the lack of hang over he worried Damian would have. He crept quietly past his roommate’s door on his way out.

Jon returned a few hours later, still rather early, and was surprised by the smell of coffee. Damian was cooking breakfast for him. For them, Jon reminded himself. Damian was just his roommate. Damian nodded and poured Jon a cup of coffee.

“I thought you would still be asleep,” Jon admitted.

“I don’t require much sleep. Plus I want a tour of the property,” he said. Practical Damian as always, Jon thought.

“Sure, I’ll take you around. The farm and then town,” Jon added taking a huge plate of scrambled tofu and fried tomatoes. Damian had anticipated that.

“That’s a good plan. I don’t want to stand out in town. Should I wear a plaid shirt,” Damian asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you want. T shirts and jeans are fine too,” Jon said.

“May i borough these clothing from you? Mine are not appropriate for a farm,” Damian said casually and Jon willed himself to not have any emotion that Damian was going to wear his clothing.

Damian was extremely handsome in Jon’s plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. His bright green eyes and tan skin popped in the shirt and he had brushed his black hair neatly back as it had gotten long enough to fall in his eyes. Jon couldn’t help but stare at his Damian in his clothing. Logic be damned.

“What?” Damian asked looking at himself. “Does it look bad? I don’t want to appear foolish,” he said about to pull off the plaid shirt.

“No! No you look good. Nice,” Jon said and Damian’s lip twitched towards a smile.

“Thank you. Would you like to show me town first? Before we get muddy,” Damian said.

“Sure, that sounds good. I need to pick up feed anyways,” Jon said. They loaded into Jon’s old pickup. Krypto hopped into Damian’s lap as if he always had done it and they set off to town a few miles away.

“Here’s the library and the best Waffle House in Kansas. Second only to Ma Kent’s,” Jon said as they drove around. He showed Damian all the important sights in town. Damian had a hard time believing that everything was so compact and so small. Even the diner that Jon said they would eat lunch because they had the best pie short of Ma Kent.

They both, and Krypto, got out at the feed store and they treated Jon like old friends. He grabbed a basket and pushed it to the back as he chatted about all the interesting animals people owned to Damian. The Ferguson’s owned a pair of alpacas and old Skipper Smith had a parrot and monkey as pets.

Jon didn’t pay any attention as he easily lifted 4 50 lb bags of feed and casually put 200 lbs of feed in the basket. Damian looked around to see no one near. Jon did it again.

“Should get us through the week,” he said with a grin.

“You do know that most people don’t pick up 4 at once?” Damian told him quietly as they moved to the register. Jon stopped before nodded and laughing.

“You know I’ve never thought about it. Let’s get going before the diner gets a lunch rush,” he said. Jon tried to act more normal putting up the feed bags but tossing them one handed like bags of bread into the bed of a pick up truck was far from normal. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

The diner had about 12 booths and a row across the counter like old times. It probably was an older restaurant with the light blue tile and actual jukebox. Damian didn’t know what rush hour could possibly look like with all 7 people he’d seen since entering town but Jon seemed pleased to be earlier than them.

An older lady laid down a menu between them both and offered them coffee with a big grin. Jon ordered a chicken fried steak and Damian ended up getting the waffles. It was the only thing probably vegetarian on the menu.

“Oh shoot, I forgot you don’t eat meat. Sorry. Should I change my order,” Jon said raising his hand.

“No,” Damian said grasping Jon’s hand and pulling it down to the table. Jon’s heart just about beat out of his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to change what you eat for me.”

“Okay,” Jon said and the waitress came back to the table with drinks and eyed Damian’s hand on Jon’s.

“This your new partner, Kent,” she asked and Jon noted the judge tone to her voice as she sat down their glasses. Homophobia was still alive in the country. Damian didn’t notice.

“Yes, I just moved in last night,” Damian answered and Jon was frozen in time. Damian doesn’t understand what he means, Jon thought. He can’t.

“Oh, is that right? Took off to the city and brought back a city slicker. Well, each to their own,” she said with a passive aggressive smile. Jon sighed as she walked away. He didn’t know how to explain that to Damian. Was Damian even gay? Too late now. The whole town thought he was.

After eating their meal, Jon asked the waitress for pie to go. The diner had filled up and far too many people were glancing at the pair. Damian assumed it was because he was new in town or possibly they recognized him as a Wayne. Jon knew it was that he had brought home a man. Damian also didn’t quite pass as white with his tan skin and Arabic features so probably a dash of racism too.

Jon drive down to the park at the edge of town and parked by the pond. He put on a nice face but worried that Damian wouldn’t have as easy time in Smallville as Jon hoped.

“Something on your mind, Kent,” Damian said, sitting on the back hatch of the truck watching, the ducks swim.

“Nothing. Maybe I’m a little tired. Should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said with a laugh. Damian looked at him out the corner of his eye but said nothing and continued eating his pie.

“This pie is made with quality,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“Better than Alfred’s?”

“Different. Alfred makes amazing meat pies but he never quite understood American pies,” Damian answered. Jon nodded.

“I have to work the rest of the week,” he warned Damian.

“I have plenty of paperwork to keep me busy,” Damian answered. Jon knew he never had to worry about Damian that way. He always kept busy. This was probably his longest break.

The next 3 weeks consisted of getting up early to care for the animals before Jon left to work at the local paper. Damian would jog 3 miles down the dirt road that the Kent farm sat at the end of. By the end of the first week, a few of the neighbors would even wave at him. Jon counted himself as having the will of a Green Lantern to leave before Damian returned every morning. Damian was a sight to behold in his post workout glow pre-shower. He would come home and most of the time Damian was cooking dinner for him. Jon was really falling for the domestics of it all.

“Don’t get used to it, Kent,” Damian warned after Jon complimented an amazing dish Damian made. “Once school starts I can not act as a housewife to you.”

“You aren’t- Dami, you’re far from a housewife,” Jon sputtered. “I know that Flamebird has been seen in metropolis a few times this week alone.”

“Well, I needed to keep busy,” Damian said with a shrug. “Eat your eggplant.”

“I’ve probably eaten more vegetables this week than I have since I would summer with Ma,” Jon said. “But this is pretty good.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian said with a pleased smile. After dinner they sat on the swing on the porch and swung as they watched the sunset like an old married couple. Damian looked at Jon more often than he needed to as they talked about nothing. Jon was so pretty in the golden light. His bright blue eye and freckles looked adorable to Damian.

“And then in August we harvest-“ Jon had been saying before Damian cupped his face and pushed his lips against Jon’s. It was rough and their teeth clanged together and Jon pulled back with an “ow.”

“Shit,” Damian said, moving to get up. “I shouldn’t have- forget I-“

“Wait,” Jon said and Damian froze. He looked so uncertain and Jon had never seen that before. “Can we- can we try again?”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Damian said curtly, getting up. “Forget I did that. I apologize,” he said going inside.

Jon sat for a minute in shock. He had been in love with Damian forever and Damian finally kissed him and he couldn’t even enjoy it. Jon went inside and stood in front of Damian’s door. His hand tentatively considered knocking but Jon couldn’t do it. Just as he turned to walk away, Damian opened his door.

“I have to go to Gotham,” he said suddenly.

“What? If it’s me, you don’t have to leave,” Jon said quickly.

“No. My brothers need me,” Damian said and Jon noticed he had his suit on under his clothing.

“Do I need to come?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll be back later this week hopefully,” Damian said dashing outside. The screen door swung and slapped the doorframe loudly. Jon ran on the porch.

“Week?” He called as Damian’s car pulled out the drive.

Jon fretted and obsessively watched the news everyday. Krypto was getting anxious without his 3 mile jog every morning. Late on the fourth day after Damian left, Jon heard the front door open. He raced to the door. Damian looked weary and had a slight limp.

“Hi,” Jon said looking Damian over and Damian offered a tired smile. Nothing broken. “Do you need help?”

“No. I need to sleep and I will be fine,” Damian said stubbornly. Jon rolled his eyes and helped him to his bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. I will probably sleep late tomorrow,” Damian warned.

“Sure. Of course,” Jon said slowly closing the door as Damian fell asleep. Jon barely slept that night and got up early and called out of work for the day. Damian got up uncharacteristically late around 10 am.

“How are you?” Jon asked, offering him coffee. Damian took the drink before sitting next to Jon. He had a black eye and that limp was still around. The sun shone in bright in the kitchen and Damian was once again reminded the vast difference between smallville and Gotham.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” he said quietly. Jon didn’t want to pounce Damian the first second he got home but it was very hard to not want to talk about the kiss.

“You got mail,” Jon said, handing Damian a big Manila envelope that had come in the day before. Damian wordlessly opened it as he sipped coffee.

“Oh it’s yours,” he handed it over to Jon. Jon opened it with a confused look.

It was a deed. The Kent farm deed. The Kent farm deed in Jon’s name. He looked up at Damian who had a tired half smile.

“It’s in my name. You put it in my name,” he said. “W-why?”

“It’s the Kent farm. There’s too many things with the Wayne name on it,” he shrugged. “Plus I’m far from a farmer. It should be yours.”

“God Damian,” Jon said with tears in his eyes. He pulled Damian into a hug who squawked a protest that Jon ignored. “Thank you. I can’t- thank you,” he said wetly. Damian ignored how Jon was quietly crying on him. His grandma and dad passing had affected him hard and Damian knew he was crying over more than a house and land.

“You’re welcome,” Damian finally whispered and Jon cried even harder. Damian softly pat his back awkwardly. Jon leaned back but didn’t let Damian go. He gazed at Damian with the softest look.

“God Damian,” Jon repeated. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

Damian froze and just blinked at Jon who had pulled back but not out of the hug. “What?” He simply said and Jon’s face started to contort in pain. “Hold on,” Damian said and Jon warily looked at him. Damian knew he had to lean in or Jon would take it back and Damian would be too scared to do anything until Jon did this again. And he wasn’t sure how long Jon would wait.

Damian gently cupped Jon’s face in his hands and Jon breathed in quickly. Damian was clearly nervous. Damian noted how his face was soft and his skin warm. This time he gently bent over and softly pressed his lips against Jon’s. Jon quickly reacted by leaning in toward Damian. Jon could feel the rough pads of Damian’s fingers and taste the coffee Damian had been drinking. After a short while, Damian pulled back but not away.

“I truly care for you too,” he said softly and Jon grinned. “I’ve cared for you for a long time.”

“Same,” Jon said before leaning in to kiss Damian again. Damian kissed for another few seconds before pulling back again. This time Jon tried to follow his lips before stopping. Jon’s breath was erratic and fast. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve just never- I’ve never“ Damian started a bit lost for words. Jon understood what he meant.

“You’ve never been with a man,” Jon said gently.

“I’ve never taken the time for relationships with anyone. I’ve always been too busy,” Damian admitted. He played with the edge of a napkin nervously. He would never openly admit to being worried that his lack of experience was a flaw.

“We can go slow. Whatever you want,” Jon said and he finally looked at Damian the way he had never let himself before: like he was in love with him. Damian nodded.

“I’ve just never found anyone that interesting. I mean, beside you. After a while. I wanted to throw you off a bridge at first,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“I know. You told me,” Jon said. “We should go out to eat. There’s a place downtown that has vegan options.”

“I didn’t even know there was a downtown here,” Damian admitted and Jon laughed.

“It’s a small town. Not a hut in the woods.”

The place wasn’t ‘rush hour’ packed but had plenty of tables with patrons. Damian and Jon sat at a booth and Damian almost couldn’t handle the lovey way Jon was looking at him. Jon was staring at Damian like he was the moon, even though Damian stood out like a sore thumb in the rural town in his turtleneck and dress slacks. But that was his comfort clothing and he had given up on fitting in long ago.

“I’m going to the restroom. Order for me?” Damian asked and Jon nodded. As Damian walked towards the back of the restaurant, a man in a brown jacket and rubber boots purposefully shoved Damian with his shoulder as he walked by. Damian turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see any fruitcakes around here,” the guy said and Damian bristled. Before he could make a scene, Jon moved over to them.

“Hi Tyler. Do we have a problem here?” Jon said uncharacteristically cold. That guy didn’t realize that he picked the worst pair to insult. Tyler looked between Damian and Jon before deciding the fight wasn’t worth it.

“Nothing worth it,” Tyler said turning around. “Bad enough to bring a fruitcake to town, it had to a brown one too,” he muttered and Damian stiffened. He knew that he got looks when he went into town. He was probably the only person that spoke more than English or Spanish in town and certainly the only one to speak Arabic.

But before Damian could do anything else but feel disgust, Jon had punched the guy in the face. Well it was more of a flick with his fist but the guy went down like a rock. Damian hid his smile as him and Jon were hurried out of the restaurant with their food to go by a worried waitress who apologized to the pair.

As they walked back to the pickup truck, Damian reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand who lit up almost instantly. Damian ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he walked. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jon either.

“You know, it’s not everyday that a guy gets Superman to defend his honor,” Damian said quietly but playfully and Jon laughed.

“Can’t handle bigots. I’ll let you punch the next one,” Jon said with a shrug.

“I would have punched that one,” Damian answered. He turned and pulled Jon to face him before taking his free hand that wasn’t carrying a bag. Damian gently cupped Jon’s face to place a kiss on Jon’s lips before going back to walking. Jon had a stupid smile all the way back home.

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Actually looking at this again, some added info!

The orange stripes you see in some of these (see the transparent one) is dust from the Sahara desert that was transported by wind! At the mine you can see layers of it even though it was carried across the ocean. It's orange because it's iron-rich. The color differences are due to inclusions in the sand. The clearer ones are almost entirely quartz, which turns to glass very nicely. You can also see that in how the texture is much rougher on the black ones.

There are different names for the types of fulgurites, and the smooth cylindrical ones are called soda-straws! And yes I have seen someone use one as a straw. Yes they did break it. It's glass, please be careful.

The largest fulgurites found include a 17 foot one and a 16 foot one found in Florida and a 13 foot one housed in the Yale Peabody museum (I'm not sure where that one was found).

Here's a great example of one with preserved branching (lightning branching is called a lichtenberg figure)!

They can also be caused by power lines! I know someone that found one 3 inches in diameter after a storm downed a powerline next to a sandy area.

I just think they're neat.

Fulgurite post!!

Fulgurites (or sintered soil or petrified lightning) are super cool! They're branching tubes of glass formed when lightning hits sand, in layman's terms, fossilized lightning! If you think the ages of the rocks around you are cool, imagine holding the remnant of an ancient storm!

They can be found all over the world, but are much more common in areas with lots of sand, and are pretty delicate. Finding big ones or ones with the preserved lichtenberg branches are pretty rare.

This one was delicate enough that it was see-through

You can actually calculate how powerful the lightning strike was by the diameter of the interior of the fulgurite! They may look sandy on the outside, but all of them have a hollow smooth glass interior.

Here are some of the ones I found at a sand mine (estimated to be around 500,000 years old)!

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13! "what if i didn't catch you?!" (if you're still taking prompts ofc!!)

So this turned out longer than I thought lol. Also I wanna give a shout out to @obwjam because I wrote this based on a prompt she did for a star wars au she did awhile back. I have it reblogged below.

FORCE WIELDER

Many borrowers think living in the jedi temple is reckless and dangerous. They say the jedi can sense a borrower deep within the walls, plus, most jedi keep their living quarters in pristine condition, but after living within the walls for months, Ahsoka figured those stories were just a myth. The jedi are hardly in their rooms, making it easy to just grab stuff when needed. And while a lot of the jedi were neat freaks, there was one jedi who usually had a messy room…

Ahsoka could never remember his name but it was something along the name of Sky guy. He was a human that loved to tinker on gadgets in his spare time. There were all sorts of screws and scrap metal lying around, also out of all the Jedi, Sky guy was the one who was least likely to ever be in his quarters. 

Sky guy wasn't scheduled to be back for another few days, so Ahsoka knew she had plenty of time to borrow some stuff she needed for a new ascension cable she was working on. 

So she made her way through the air vents until she reached Sky guy's room. She had the vantage point to see the entire room. On the nightstand by his bed, Ahsoka could see some scrap metal lying around. Perfect for what she needed! So the tiny Togruta used her primitive grappling hook to make her way down to the floor. After unhooking it, she made a dash to the nightstand and climbed her way up it. 

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Ahsoka spent hours working on that ascension cable, trying to get it to work. But for some reason, it didn't want to shoot out! Ahsoka was so preoccupied that she almost didn't hear the door open. Immediately, Ahsoka dropped her stuff and jumped off the nightstand. She tucked and rolled once she hit the ground and dashed under the bed. 

Black boots lazily entered the room and began walking over to the desk, but Sky guy only took about three steps before he stopped. 

A feeling of dread washed over Ahsoka, telling her that Sky guy knew she was here. He turned over and headed over to the nightstand, Ahsoka backed further into the shadows. She knew she had to get out of this room. 

"What's this?" Sky guy muttered. 

Drat! How could she have been so stupid and leave the grappling hook on the nightstand?! Ahsoka had to weigh her options, could she slip by undetected to the door? No, he was already too close, even if she was as stealthy as she prided herself to be, he had the high ground and would spot her a mile away. The only other option would be to get to the air vent. But it was so high up, even if Ahsoka jumped from the desk there still wasn't a confirmed chance she'd make it to the vent even if she jumped! 

But it was her only option as Sky guy was already kneeling down to look under the bed. Ahsoka slipped out from the bed and made a dash to the desk. Fortunately, Sky was still examining her previous hiding spot but it wouldn't be long before he would wander over to the desk. She channeled all the energy she could to jump up to the top of the desk, then made a break for it. 

"Huh?" Sky guy had finally stood up and turned towards the desk. He knew of the little borrower now. But Ahsoka had already leapt up in the air by the time he saw. She was practically flying to the vent at this point, just a little further and she would be home free!

But suddenly, she stopped. A feeling of weightlessness flowed through her body, Ahsoka was floating in midair! She glanced over at Sky guy who had his hand stretched out towards her, his blue eyes staring right at her. Then a force seemed to push her towards him, a sense of dread formed in Ahsoka as his fingers curled around her once she got near. Once his fist closed around her, she knew she was as good as dead. 

Sky guy stared down at Ahsoka, his brown brows furrowed as if he was trying to examine her. "You're just a kid." 

"And what about it?!" Ahsoka snapped. Fear was fading and being replaced with anger. She began throwing punches at his fingers, hoping by some miracle he would drop her. 

But Sky guy just sighed and walked over to the desk and sat down. He immediately deposited the little borrower in front of him. "Now don't mo-!" 

But Ahsoka already made a break for the edge of the desk again, this time she would make it to the vent above her! However, a gloved hand slammed down in front of her and she crashed into the palm. Surprisingly, he didn't try to grab her again, instead he let her skitter back away from hand. Ahsoka looked up at him, who had an annoyed look on his face. 

"Nice try, but You're not going anywhere, I have a lot of questions." 

Ahsoka crossed her arms. "And who says I got answers?" 

"You know, you're pretty snippy for someone who's not even five inches tall." He chuckled. "Which I gotta say, I didn't know Togrutas could be borrowers." 

"You… know about our kind?" 

"Well not much... the jedi temple doesn't have a lot of information about your species." Sky guy explained. "But I'm pretty sure you're the first borrower that was reckless enough to live in the temple." 

"It's not like it was hard!" Ahsoka spat out. "I've been taking things from your room for months and you just noticed!" 

"Because you got reckless." Sky guy held his hand above her to show the faulty ascension cable. 

"That's mine, give it back!" She demanded. 

"Gotta say, you made quite a good replica of the Clone troopers' ascension cables, but I'm sure you needed it for that jump you tried to do." 

"It wasn't working." Ahsoka gritted her teeth. "It's not like I needed it, anyways." 

"Didn't need it?!" Exclaimed the Jedi. "Do you even realize how far that fall is for your size! What if I didn't catch you?!" 

"I would have made it!" She snapped.

Sky guy responded with a scoff. He was doubting her abilities and that only made Ahsoka's blood boil more! 

"You think I haven't fallen from heights greater than that?! But I've always managed to land on my feet somehow!" 

Sky guy raised a brow. "What do you mean by somehow?" 

The borrower shrugged. "I'm not sure how to explain it, anytime I've fallen, I just have a feeling that tells me the best step to surviving the fall." 

Sky guy pondered on her words before his eyes slowly widened. "You're force sensitive!" 

"What does that even mean?" 

"Listen, as soon as I walked in my room I felt a presence. It was like a little voice telling me you were in here, and I bet you did too!" 

"That doesn't mean anything!" 

"Oh, yes it does! You're strong with the force!" 

"I think you need to update your borrower history, Sky guy! What you think is 'the force' is actually just borrowers learning how to maneuver." 

"Alright Snips, maybe you're right. Borrowers are just durable creatures, but you know what isn't durable?" Sky guy smirked as he dangled the ascension cable over the edge.

"Dont!" 

He released his fingers and the contraption descended to the ground, Ahsoka shouted and reached her hand out, she felt something powerful flow through her as if she was connecting her reach towards her cable. Instead of it hitting the ground and breaking, it floated in midair, and then slowly made its way to her feet. The energy drained from her and Ahsoka fell to her knees. "That was exhausting!" 

"You need training, little one." He said. "I should report this to the council." 

"No!" Ahsoka gasped. "I refuse to be known by anyone else!" 

"But you can't just run around without control over your powers." Sky guy explained. "If the wrong people got a hold of you, it could be very bad." 

"Please, don't tell anyone about me!" Desperation was in her voice. 

Sky guy pondered on her words for a moment, then a sigh escaped his lips. "Alright, I won't tell anyone…  but only if you let me train you." 

"Are you serious?" 

"You don't want to be known, and you'll be taught by the best Jedi Knight in the galaxy." He flashed her a smile. 

"I don't know…" 

"How about I help you fix your ascension cable too, and give you anything you need to make other gadgets."

"Anything?" 

"Anything." 

Part of Ahsoka told her to run and not trust him. But she was immensely curious about her newfound powers. "I suppose a lesson or two wouldn't hurt." 

"Great!" Sky guy exclaimed. "We'll get started tomorrow, but can I ask for your name… unless you don't mind being called Snips?"

"It's Ahsoka!" She scoffed. 

"Well I'm Anakin Skywalker, but typically a Padawan addresses a teacher as master." 

"Don't push it." 

Anakin chuckled. "You should rest now, regain your strength for tomorrow. I can place you on the bed if you'd like." 

Ahsoka shook her head. "I don't feel comfortable being grabbed." 

Anakin nodded. "Then hold on, and I'll find something to sleep on." 

He left the desk but Ahsoka had already laid her head down. Fatigue had taken over her body. Who knew that the force would be so psychically and mentally draining, but maybe with some training, Ahsoka could be as powerful as Anakin Skywalker.