#i tried to keep my rants shorter than they would be

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Pls don't ignore if you don want to do it, please just dm me that you don't want to or I will assume you didn't see it and wait forever. I have a very specific request. How would bsd cast react to guiding light not being able to do a lot of things due to medical problems? I have a port wine stain on my left leg, it covers the whole thing, and it swells A LOT. Like, it is always swollen but sometimes it gets worse. I can't jump or run or even climb well because of it, making gym class hard and stuff like that. How would they react to it? On top of that, I think it'd be funny if the guiding light was short af, like shorter than CHUUYA. Teen reader if possible, gender neutral or male please. Byeeeee.

I hope, you enjoy it ☺️

Teen! Short! Male! Reader with medical problems

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Male! Teen! Reader

Slight Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara x Male! Teen!Reader

Slight Self-Aware! Platonic! Oda Sakunosuke x Make! Teen! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

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🐾 BSD Cast have a feeling, that you have some health problems. They heard, how, sometimes, you rant to "them" about having problems during gym classes, or hissed under your breath, because "it hurts again". So, they prepared in advance. Yosano, Doc and Mori were searching web , trying to get all possible information about any possible way of treatment. They weren't sure, what exactly they need to do to help you, so, they try to prepare for anything.

🐾 When Kirako "woke up" from her stasis, she shed the light in your condition. So, they start to look in about your medical problem specifically. Yosano, Doc and Mori will keep all information in mind, to help you ease the pain. Or, if there is a way, to heal you.

🐾 When they got into the real world, BSD Cast won't immediately attack you with questions about your health. They will wait, until you feel comfortable sharing this information with them.

🐾 But, from the first day, they will try to make you happy.

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School was over, and you were on your way home. Today was one of "this days", and your leg was sore. So, you tried to move carefully. Unfortunately, today all cars in the household were occupied, and Albatross was still in a process of getting license, that would allow him to drive teens on his motorbike. So, you will have to go home by feet. You called home beforehand and explained to BSD Cast, that you might be a little bit late for lunch.

You walked 1/4 of the road to your home, when you saw Chuuya and Oda walking towards you.

"[Y/N], hello. How is my little brother doing?" if Chuuya's grin is implying something, it would be the fact, that Chuuya liked, that you were smaller, than him, and he can tease you in a friendly way. You rolled your eyes.

"I am fine. And what you two are doing here?"

Chuuya point at your backpack.

"We decided to meet you and go home together. Now..." without further words, Chuuya put his hand towards you, waiting. You took off your backpack and give to him. Immediately, Oda offered his elbow for you to hold on.

"And, remember, just ask, and we will slow down." Oda ruffled your hair.

You three went home, talking about your day and what you want to do today and these weekends.

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🐾 Yosano, Doc and Mori will be ready to help you at any moment of the day. Will offer to ease your pain (medical herbs, special massage, etc.)

🐾 If there is a treatment for your problem, Fitzgerald will offer to pay for it. The cost doesn't matter, he will pay for anything.

🐾 For the most part, their relationship with you won't be too affected by your medical problems. BSD Cast will still treat you as their son/nephew/little brother/older brother/grandson. They will spend time with you (watching movies, reading books, playing video games, doing hobbies, etc.)

🐾 They want to make you happy. And will do everything, to achieve that.

[kivino]

EVERY TIME, I FALL FOR YOU || KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK X GN!READER

Word count - ~1,1k

Tags/Warnings - Gn!Reader, suggestive, fluff, Kyle is pining for you HARD, idiots in love :)))

Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.

A/n - just wanted to write something cute as a formal apology to gaz nation for my last fic, there can be no happy ending for that one, but here’s a little treat! i love you, i promise!!! c:

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Kyle knew it from the moment he saw you - you were trouble. And he liked that, really. Sometimes too much, even, judging by how hard his heart fluttered in his chest when he felt your eyes catching his and giving him a passing, mischievous wink, reserved only for the two of you. Kyle is stunned stupid each time you pull something like this, cheeks burning, pupils dilating, and hands digging into the muscle of his thigh inside of the pocket of his jeans. He is fighting demons so he doesn’t grab you right then and there and pull into a warm, tight embrace just to hide his expression in your shoulder.

He wished he was as nonchalant as Ghost is, or as experienced as Price, or as approachable as Soap, but he was just…himself. With all his unresolved feelings and unreciprocated affection bubbling inside of him, only for this piping hot mixture to pour over the edge more often than not.

Kyle didn’t know how you still hadn’t noticed just how much he was falling for you, each second more and more. It felt more like tumbling down flights upon flights of concrete stairs, than gradually descending the pipeline of pure adoration towards you. God, you were so stupid. Both of you were, actually. But at least Kyle was self-aware about it.

He doesn't want to talk about it. Not about the way you make his day better by just existing in the same space as him. Not about the way you’re so stupidly fucking beautiful. Not about your shitty movie taste. And definitely not about the way he wants to pull you into a passionate kiss each time you start ranting about whatever thing you like at the moment.

Kyle didn’t catch the moment when the childish, a bit boyish, and bashful “I like you”s his thoughts would regurgitate when he saw you turned into “I love you”s. And if you were not there to see it, his head would drop right into his hands each time. He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or knowledge that it was just fucking stupid.

He tried his best to repress those things he felt for you. For the sake of you and him both. Oh, how miserably Kyle failed to keep his promises to stop pining for you.

Kyle loved you at your best and your worst, it didn’t matter to him, really. As painful as it was for him to feel you crying into his shoulder at two in the morning, trembling and clinging onto him, swiping hot tears and snot all over his jumper, it was still you. And how can he not love you like this as well? Just like he loves you when he sees your eyes crinkle as you smile at him, sunshine playing in your irises through the dark lenses of your tac eyewear.

When your head inevitably falls on Kyle’s shoulder while you’re coming back from a tiring mission he can feel your soft breathing on his neck. His fingers immediately reach towards your hair, swiping it off your forehead and running his fingers over the shorter parts. If you had been in the field for several days and hadn't had the chance to take a proper shower and wash your hair, he would mutter some snide remarks about Price letting you run wild through rows of chicken coups, barnes and haylofts, while his fingers picked out some debris from your hair. Kyle relishes in your warmth that he can feel even through several layers of clothes separating you. That’s one of the rare times he can enjoy your physical affection without having to explain himself. He’d trade his soul to stay like this with you forever. Kyle can feel his heart jumping out of his chest, head growing woozy with exhaustion and your overwhelming presence. The best type of daze.

This kind of relationship between the two of you was certainly…something. Kyle enjoyed it though. To him it was more than friendship. But god forbid he ever told you that.

Or so he thought.

Kyle decided to invite you to his place for your leave. He was living alone, in a good enough apartment, but it always felt a bit too empty and hollow. Like nobody lived there and no one was there to stay. Lack of any personal items or wall decorations, it only now started to sink in how unappealing it looked, after he briefly saw your place. It gave an impression of being looked after, well-loved even, with all the…stuff you had. When did you have the time to decorate your apartment anyway?..

It didn’t matter though, Kyle was just excited to spend time with you, ignoring the insistent jumps of his heart while he was waiting for you to finally arrive. Obviously you have visited him before, but not for such long periods of time, so naturally, he was nervous. But you were only friends, so why was he even getting so worked up over, essentially, nothing? He knew why. But thinking about it would only make all of it worse, so he preferred to pretend like those feelings were never there.

Kyle contained himself when he saw your beaming smile while he greeted you near the door. He kept it to himself when he observed you throwing together a quick snack for him, motions so fluid and relaxed. And god knows he tried keeping it together when he saw you walk out from the shower, hands ruffling some stray drops of water out of your hair. Of course he looks at you longer than usual. But he hopes you don’t notice.

He doesn’t initiate any physical affection in fear that this particular time it’ll tip him off. Kyle knows he won’t be able to stop himself if it ever comes to it. He doesn’t trust himself to. So when your hand gently cradles his cheek, fingers brushing over slight stubble and lips finally connecting with his, Kyle doesn’t tell you to stop. He only lets out a choked breath, along with a soft “please”.

He doesn’t tell you to stop when your fingers lace with his own. He stays silent and his eyes flutter closed when your lips trail over his jaw, peppering soft kisses over his heated skin. Instead of begging you to stop he only pleads for more, words stinging his throat.

And when Kyle comes to his senses it’s already too late, you’re curled into him on the bed, and exhaustion, as sweet as honey, spreads through his body in pleasant waves. He can feel lovebites stinging the skin of his neck and he shudders when you swipe your hand over fresh scratches on his back.

It’s already too late. But he just might be fine with it. He’s willing to give it a try. Maybe you’ll fall for him as hard as he did for you.

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HEY WASSUP ITS 👾 ANON!! YOU BEEN DOIN ALRIGHT? sorry for my disappearance i have been doing alot of different things that weren’t on tumblr— BUT I HOPE YOUVE BEEN DOIN OK!!!

I WAS READING SOME OF YOUR POSTS IVE MISSED and YOUR DOING AN EVENT?? i wanna submit a request if thats alr ofc!!

im thinking about two because 1 with dark cacao SEEMS LIKE IT WOULD BE SO WHOLESOME TO DO,,, the dude with all the anxiety finally gets some peace. but,, 10,, with capsaicin,, IMAGINE HIM GETTING FLOUR EVERYWHERE AHSHEHABSH that scratches my brain,,, YOU CAN DO WHICHEVER ONE YOU WANT I JUST HAD THOSE TWO IDEAS

Comfort in You

dark cacao x gn reader

prompt: your presence makes all my worries disappear.

warnbings: physical touch, bro is on the verge of tears please comfort him

i have so many thoughts abt this omg where do i start

as we all know, he probably doesn't get very much time to himself considering he literally runs a whole ass kingdom

and since he has very little time to rest, his stress tends to build up a lot :((

when he does FINALLY get some time away from working, he goes straight to you.

when he finds you, he literally melts in your arms. he feels like he can finally let out all the emotions he was holding back before

please just keep hugging him and holding onto him,,, your touch is sososo comforting to him

sometimes he'll rant to you about whatever matters are annoying him at the moment to get it all off his mind

pls listen to everything he has to say and hold him and comfort him and everything,,,, he appreciates it so much :,))

your very existence soothes all his worries and anger, and for that he is thankful :]

a/n: OMG 👾 ANON HIIIIIIIIIIII!!! both these prompts scratched my brain so good but i ended up going with cacao since i already wrote the other one with another cookie :,)) i might make another post with that one & capsaicin tho :] lmk if u want it cuz that idea makes me so happy :,)))) also sorry this was shorter than i wanted it to be but i tried,, doing my best to defeat writers block in super smash bros ultimate

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Ocean Eyes | Part 3

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: Latrice bailed on you for dinner, but set you up for a date with Bada instead.

Warning: Swearing, Flirting, Legs

AN: Sorry for the late upload and shorter than expected chapter!! Still trying to get over Monday - will try to upload over the next few days. Thank you to everyone for following along~

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After finally getting the keys to your recording studio, you were overjoyed and decided to take Latrice out for celebratory dinner.

Y/N: Dinner’s on me make yourself available

Latrice: 🤨

Latrice: u tryna poison me again?

Y/N: It was one time Latrice get over it

Latrice: I don’t have comprehensive health insurance here I’m not risking it

Y/N: 🙄 I’m taking you out for dinner

Latrice: Keep talking

Y/N: THE STUDIO IS READYYYY 🤩

Y/N: And I don’t wanna drink alone

Latrice: Wait that’s actually good news I’m so happy for you ahhhh 🥰🥰🥰

Latrice: But still no

Y/N: What why what did I do?

Latrice: Nothing I am busy

Y/N: 🧐

Y/N: Busy?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Waitttttt a damn minute

Y/N: I want a name cunt who tf you linked up with

Y/N: HELLO??? MA’AM?

Y/N: Whatever happened to sharing is caring huh?

Latrice: 👉🏾👈🏾

Y/N: Oh god what have you done

Y/N: Tell me it’s not who I think it is you dumb fucking bitch 😇

Latrice: 🤭

Y/N: Ms. Kabamba 😇

Team BEBE was filming the last bit of reaction segments with Mnet while they were interrupted by a few raps on their door. “Come in!” Lusher greeted her co-captain dance mate in with a hug.

Latrice slowly poked her head through the door, “Hey Bada can I borrow you for a quick second?”

Bada looked up, confused, but walked over nonetheless. “Is everything alright?”

“Calling in a personal favour,” Latrice smiled nervously, “can you go on a dinner tonight?”

“Dinner? Sure!” The choreographer hummed and nodded excitedly, “BEBE with Jam Republic?”

“You and Y/N,” Latrice snickered, “I have a date and had to bail, but she’ll be much much kinder to me if you’d go in my place instead.”

Bada raised an eyebrow and pointed at herself. Perplexed, she sounded a little dumbfounded, “Me? Why?”

Latrice rolled her eyes at the obvious question, “She has a fat celebrity crush on you since she the first episode aired, that’s why. Now please, pretty please with a cherry on top, would you go in my place tonight so she don’t-” Latrice stopped dead as you decided you’ve had enough of her ignoring your text and started calling her instead. Her eyes widen slightly in fear as she turned to the taller dancer. “Bada please I’ll owe you one, I’m so so sorry-” she swiped and picked up your call, “heyyyy Y/N, I was just telling Bada about your dinner plan tonight. She’s super keen! Here you go-”

Latrice palmed the phone to the choreographer like a hot potato, mouthing ‘thank you’ at the blonde.

Dinner with Bada? The sentence hasn’t fully registered in your brain as you begun to rip your high school mate a new one. “Ms. Kabamba,” you uttered with the coldest tone you could muster, a tone that Latrice knows all too well. A tone you only take with her when she knows she’s done something stupid, again.

“Sorry to disappoint,” a familiar voice broke you out of your rant. “Ms. Lee here. I heard we have plans?”

Damnit that cunt, I’ll deal with her later. You quickly composed yourself, “Never a disappointment, love. Any dietary restrictions?” You tried to mitigate your hoarse voice (from screaming ‘CUNNNNTTTTTT’ right before Latrice picked up the phone) and previously harsh tone by being as sweet as possible with your word choice, knowing that phone call rarely - if ever - made you sound more personable.

Love? Your husky delivery had the tall dancer flustered, trying to hide a blush taking form on her cheeks. Bada gulped, hard, and stumbled over her words, “N-no, I’m not picky. Where and when?” She tried to pass it off as cool and nonchalant, but Lusher seemed to have picked up on her change in tone.

“I’ll pick you up when you finish for the day? Latrice gave me their schedule.” Bada hummed over the phone, you can almost see her cute head bop as she does. Okay, dinner with Bada. One-on-one. I can do this, no biggie, fuck. “See you then, Love.”

Latrice gave Bada a parting hug when the call was over, the latter still bewildered by the unexpected call. “Thank you so, so much. You’re a life saver. Have fun later!” She quickly shuffled out the room, shutting the door behind her.

Lusher peaked over the tall dancer’s shoulder, Bada’s cheeks still warm from the conversation. She gasped as the blonde slowly clasped her hands onto her face, letting out a small shriek. “Oh god Bada what was that all about?” The co-captain raised an eyebrow at her leader’s demeanour.

“Lusher, did you bring an extra outfit?” Was the first thing that came out of Bada’s mouth.

Y/N: You’re off the hook

Y/N: For now

Y/N: I will grill you afterwards 😇

Latrice: What a weird way to say thank u but ok

Latrice: ure welcome

When you pulled up in your bike, you did not expect the gorgeous specimen to be walking out the building in a skirt. You gulped and paused for a (significant) moment, marvelling at her (legs). Her hair sat perfectly, framing her face. She smiled and waved at you, walking (omg her legs) over with a small prance (her legs y’all). “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

“God you look amazing.” After pulling yourself together, you realised a slight problem. “I am so sorry,” you quickly apologised, motioning her skirt (legs), “I did not plan accordingly.”

She chuckled and shook her head, “Don’t worry about these, tights underneath. My hair however, is a different story.”

Relieved, you handed her a helmet with a smile and hopped onto the bike, signalling her to get on. Bada giggled and straddled herself behind you, wrapping her hands around your waist. Both of you were suddenly very grateful for the helmets for keeping you road safe and hiding blushes. “You good?” You did one last check. Bada hummed and gave you a soft squeeze before you both rode off.

Tag list: @bada-lee-ily @lil-elliesgf

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Mommy Issues

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Summary: Wednesday rants about her mother being overbearing, and Enid can't stand to listen to it for another moment. After all, Enid would give anything for a mother who loved her.

Warnings: Mommy issues, jealousy, angst, panic attack maybe??

Words: 1,395

This was also inspired by pixels.on.a.screen on insta btw (go thank them by liking their art)

Enid could never understand how Wednesday would get so irritatated with her mother. The ravenette would always complain about Morticia being "overbearing" or in her words, " stifling of her morbid creativity". Enid watched during parent's day when Wednesday shied away from her mothers touch, the way Wednesday glared as Morticia asked how school was going. She felt her heart clench in her chest when Wednesday rolled her eyes as Morticia said she was proud of Wednesday for winning the Poe Cup.

Enid avoided Wednesday for a bit after parents day, just because she was so upset. She couldn't decide if she was sad or angry, and she settled on the fact she was mostly jealous. She couldn't fathom how Wednesday could take such a thing as a mothers love for granted. Enid would give anything for her mother to simply accept her, let alone love her.

So now, as she sat on her bed gritting her teeth and clawing a pillow to shreds between her claws as Wednesday complained she couldn't help but feel that same burn of envy.

"I don't understand why she has to contact me via crystal ball every weekend. She doesn't need to know everything about my time here at Nevermore. The whole point of going to this stone and cobwebbed prison of a school was to get away from my family for a while." Wednesday ranted in a sharp tone as she covered her crystal ball with the maroon colored cloth. She let out a huff as she turned to her typewriter and put a new page in angrily.

"I mean, you'd think she was worried I'd disappear on her or something. She knows I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, at this point her weekly checkups are getting insulting." Wednesday continued, her tone biting and cold. Enid couldn't keep silent anymore, her jaw aching from how hard she was clenching it.

"Well at least your mom cares, Wednesday!" She shouted before she could stop herself, causing Wednesday to turn to her in surprise, before a heavy glare settled on Wednesday's brow.

"Caring and overbearing go hand in hand." The shorter girl deadpanned in an unimpressed tone and Enid felt that green monster tearing at her chest.

"How can you say that?" Enid nearly cried, her voice cracking as she stood up and strode over to the tape line separating their respective halves of the room. "I would give anything to have a mother that cared enough to even ask how I was doing!" Enid's chest heaved as she felt a familiar burn in her sinuses, the pillow between her hands shedding fluff all over the floor now.

"At least your mom loves you!"

The silence in the room was deafening. And there it was, the tears streaming down her face as she uselessly wiped them away. Sad hiccups escaped her lips as she tried to bite back her sobs. Wednesday simply stared at her with an unreadable look on her face. Her eyes were widened slightly in surprise, and Enid thought she could see a hint of uncertainty in her gaze.

"I would do anything to have a mom like yours." Enid sobs helplessly, wiping her tears angrily. She could hear her mothers voice in her head already. 'Why do you cry over everything? Enid, you're too sensitive. You need to toughen up.'

"My mom doesn't even know the names of my friends! She doesn't even care if I have any friends! She's- she's so obsessed with this idea of me being perfect that she doesn't even care about me!" Enid sobs uselessly, her knees feeling weak as her chest heaves. She can't understand it. It's not fair. How come her mother doesn't love her, even though she tries so hard, and Wednesday's mom is so unconditional in her love that even when Wednesday is an absolute prick to her, she still tells her she loves her anyways.

"Enid..." Wednesday's voice is so gentle that it simply makes Enid sob harder. She feels Wednesday's hands on her own more than she can see them, since the tears have blurred her vision. Wednesday gently takes the torn pillow from her grasp and replaces it with her own hands, soft and cool against Enid's skin. Wednesday is always cold, and it's a bit unnerving how much she feels like a walking corpse. In this moment however, it is incredibly grounding.

"Enid, take deep breaths, okay?" Wednesday murmurs gently, and Enid realizes she had been hyperventilating. Enid sobs and gasps for breath, shaking her head. She couldn't catch her breath. She felt like she'd never stop crying.

"Here, breathe with me." The ravenette offered, guiding Enid's hand to rest on her chest, right over her steadily beating heart. She began taking slow deep breaths, encouraging Enid to follow her lead. It took a while, but Wednesday was ever patient with her, and soon her gasping sobs subsided into sad little hiccups.

"There go you." Wednesday whispers as she gently wipes the tears from Enid's face. Enid meets her gaze and nearly bursts into tears again at how Wednesday looks at her. Her brown eyes are so incredibly soft and sad as she gazes at Enid, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly in a pout as she brushes Enid's hair out of her face.

"Good job." The shorter girl says softly, placing a kiss on Enid's forehead before gently guiding her back to her bed. She sits Enid down and carefully positions herself leaning back against Enid's many colorful pillows. She then opens her arms and Enid instantly collapses into her girlfriends arms, burrowing into the inevitable comfort she offers.

"I'm sorry my complaining was upsetting you, I didn't know..." Wednesday says quietly, sounding contemplative as she rubs Enid's back. "I didn't really think of it like that. My mother gets on my nerves sometimes but I didn't even consider how it is to have a mother that doesn't care at all. I'm... sorry for being insensitive with my rants around you. I'll... try to be better next time." Wednesday speaks slowly, as if she is choosing her words carefully. Enid melts, tears welling in her eyes again at Wednesday's gentleness with her.

"It's okay... It's not your fault. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me about those types of things. I just get so jealous sometimes. It's not fair that my mother doesn't love me. I don't know why, or where I went wrong... I try so hard." Enid blubbers, her voice getting choked up as more tears stream down her face. Wednesday's hand on her back presses her closer into her body.

"Enid, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Wednesday says in a tight voice, a tone Enid has rarely heard from her. The blond shifts so her chin is resting on Wednesday's chest so she can look up at her face questioningly.

"Don't you ever- for even a single moment- wonder if there is something wrong with you. Your mother being unable to love you properly has nothing to do with you, it is simply her own unresolved issues and poor parenting tactics. You are perfect cara mia, don't you ever think anything other than that." Wednesday's voice wavers with emotion as she stares down at Enid with so much intensity it makes goosebumps rise on her skin.

Wednesday reaches up and wipes away Enid's fresh wave of tears, her hands warming the longer they linger on the werewolves flushed skin. Enid scoots up higher so she can press a kiss to Wednesday's lips before tucking her head into her neck, sniffling as Wednesday hugs her tightly.

"Thank you." Enid murmurs, feeling so overwhelmed with love that she wants to squirm. She's never known a love as intense or as unconditional as Wednesday's, and she's forever grateful for it. As she curls into the ravenette more, growing tired from the intensity of her crying session she smiles.

Sure Enid may not have her mother, but she knows she will always have Wednesday. The pain and the emptiness where maternal love should be will always linger, but for the first time it feels like she can cope with it. So long as she has Wednesday by her side.

"I love you, Wednesday."

"I love you too, Enid"

a/n Enid's mommy issues need to be explored more tbh

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Chapter 6

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader A/N: This chapter is shorter but includes how they met :))) guys, i need you to tell me if this (the entire fic) is just trash or i keep going jhqwbkjb help Warnings: wounded egos, matty is a dick, angst, flashback, typos. Word count: 3.3 K

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Previously

The whole family looked at how a very familiar car parked beside theirs. Shortly after, Y/n came out smiling nervously at them.

“Hi, guys.” she greeted the group.

Matty’s heart stopped beating right there.

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Matty didn’t know how to react. He knew they would meet again sooner than later but not in that short. Time during which we couldn’t gather his thoughts and feelings.

Y/n was there looking as perfect as he remembered. Sporting an awkward look going from his eyes to the floor, like searching for his reaction only. Matty didn’t react. After one look at her, Matty fixed his sight on his shoes avoiding her sweet eyes calling him. At the same time, he tried to snap out of this strange mind place he was in. 

Sooner than he expected, she was standing in front of him. Adam and George held their breaths tightly meanwhile the rest –specially Denise– smiled at the best friends. Adam was beyond worried for Matty and G was intrigued by the tension unnoticed by Matty’s mother. 

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n greeted him, twisting her hands trying to get rid of the tingling sense. 

“H-Hi.” his hesitation made Adam rolled his eyes.

Y/n tried to force a smile, “How have you been?”

“Good, good. You?” Matty still didn’t return her gaze, which he could sense burning the skin of his face.

“Good.”

“Yeah, well. Sweet moment, shall we get in? I’m starving.” Ross interrupted, gaining a hard look from Adam. “What?” the bassist was lost. 

Since no one had a better reason against Ross’s petition they moved closer to the entrance. Matty took the opportunity to sneak out of the conversation meanwhile Denise distracted Y/n with chatter and Adam followed his friend. 

“Are you okay?” Adam asked, taking a side look to Y/n. The guitarist knew her as much as he knew Matty, neither were okay with the surrounding vibes.

Matty looked at him confused, “Yeah, why?” Adam scoffed. Matty studied his annoyed face and continued saying, “The girl that I’m in love…who is also my best friend…is in a fuckin’ relationship, which I supposedly don't know about…shows here, out of nowhere. Yeah, I’m totally fine.” Matty tsked.

“Not out of nowhere. Your mum called her.” 

Matty stopped his walking. “Not a moment for being sarcastic, Hann.” 

“Sorry.” he patted his best friend back, pushing him to walk forward.

Although, this time, Matty showed resistance, “I should leave- “

“Don't even think about it. Denise would kill you.” the guitarist advised him.

“I can’t- “

“Yes, you can. You say it. She is your friend.” 

“I’m not ready to spend the entire evening with her listening how her boyfriend is perfect and how they f-”  

Matty’s rant was interrupted by Denise, “Boys!” she called for them. ”Slow down! ” they looked at her and obeyed. 

The frontman took a moment to look at Y/n. Her eyes met hers for a second until she looked away and Matty felt his heart filling up with rejection.

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Y/N’S SIDE OF THE TABLE

Y/n was trying to make her best effort and focus on eating meanwhile she talked with Denise, Lincoln, and Tim –when they arrived late and suffering Denise’s scold. The conversation was more them talking than her and Y/n was thankful for that. Her mind was foggy repeating the same scene over and over again. Repeating on loop how Matty clearly didn’t want her there. She saw him before they knew she was there and after when his entire body language changed. It was bittersweet, on one hand talking with Denise, Tim, and Lincoln made her felt like a daughter, like she was really part of a family and happy. On the other hand, Y/n felt awful about Matty. 

Between chats about Denise and Lincoln’s projects and short looks towards Matty’s side of the table, Y/n shared a few laughs with G, Ross and Louise. Adam was on the other side, at Matty’s right whispering things she couldn’t listen and wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Matty’s sight remain down, this time it wasn’t his shoes his point of focus it was the half touched plate. 

Y/n could perfectly sense how distant Matty was. She didn’t understand. How they talk a lot by message and then in person he was miles and miles away?  

Y/n didn’t want to focus too much on him. If Matty had a problem with her or something, he would search for her and talk. She was happy and not even him or anyone could take that from her right. Or she tried to convince herself of it. 

The two weeks after finishing with the film and back at her home, Y/n had spent it with George having little dates around London or at her house. The relationship with George was day by day getting better. She missed seeing him every day, which surprised Y/n because she wasn’t the clingy type. The opposite in fact, but George made her feel things she never felt.

……………………………..

MATTY’S SIDE OF THE TABLE

“You have to stop.” Adam warned him. “Talk to her.”

“I’m not doing anything, and I’ll not do that.” Matty folded his arms like a little boy.

“You keep looking at your plate like…a mad person.”

“I thought we agreed that I’m not okay right now-“

Adam let out a big sigh, “Yeah, we did…but still.”

“I can’t help it.” Matty admitted slightly embarrassed, grabbing a bread to tear it apart. 

“I know, but try.” the guitarist almost begged.

“I don’t want to.” Matty said stubborn.

“Don’t act like a child.”

“I’m acting like an angry person. Which I am.”

“Then talked to her.” Adam resonated.

“Oh, yeah. I’m going to tell her ‘hey y/n, by the way..mom told me you’re in a relationship and I didn’t know, but I lied to her saying that you told me something…and I’m beyond pissed with you right now’. Good advice Hann!.” 

“You’re-”

“What? Am I what?” Matty challenged his friend, raising his voice gaining a few looks from other tables.

“Nothin’.”

“Good.”

“Fine.” 

Adam turned to the other side, starting a chat with George and Louis. He left Matty alone with his thoughts. 

The frontman’s head having a quick look at Y/n’s smiley side before returning to his boring plate. Matty’s mind little by little suppressed the noise and movement around him, making him travel back towards the night he met Y/n.

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It was summer, summer’s nights were the best ones to met friends and have fun. The boys loved to be out of the house, hung out at the local pub and shared a good laugh adding the bonus to get drunk until they return home in ways they didn’t remember the next day.

The boys were together having fun after a couple of months of intense work trying to get the next album out. Some people recognized them at the pub stopping to say a few words and then left.

At one moment of the night, Matty was returning from the bathroom, trying to get through the hectic pub, when noises of two people caught his attention. His first thought was “a couple fighting”, but no. A big man was cornering a woman between his big body and the wall behind her. She moved like she was very uncomfortable.

“Come on, sweetheart. A pretty little thing like you’d love to spend a night with me.” the boy said. Matty’s first instinct was to approach them and help, but before he could even think about that, the woman solved it.

“Excuse me?! I’m not little, I’m not a thing either…and don’t get me started on the last part. Dick head!” she replied to him, before she did a pair of movements leaving the man on the floor.

She continued her way, passing right beside Matty. The singer was in awe of her so when she was right beside him, Matty snapped out of his mind. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, touching her arm.

“What? Do you like to end like that too?” Y/n reacted, still sensitive about the prior encounter, looking at the man which gave her an angry look.

Matty stuttered,“No, no. I just-“

“Do you just want to be my prince charming then?” she raised an eyebrow.

“No, no. I’m sorry! I just want to know if you need anything. Just that.” he quickly answered, letting her arm go.

Y/n quickly gave herself a mental facepalm. She was angry with the other man, but she has no right to snap at other people. “I’m sorry, I’m angry with that twat and I snapped at you.”

“It’s all right, I get it.”

“Let me buy you a pint as an apology.” she offered.

“Mm I would love that. I’m with a couple of friends- I mean, if you want you can join us- We could buy that pint- I mean…” Matty tried to say a coherent phrase, failing miserably. She thought he was really cute.

“Okay, I’d love to.” she smiled at him.

Matty felt relief, “Amazing!”

“Cool!”

“Yeah, cool.” he said, while he just stared at her. Y/n was waiting for the moment he figured it out himself, the fact that they were just standing. She just arched her eyebrows at him a second time that night.

“Oh, shit. Come, follow me.” he said, turning around heading to the table.

The guys were still in the same positions since Matty left. Adam was the first to notice Matty and the new girl.

“Take your time in the loo, Matty.” Adam made fun of him.

“Shut up.” he replied. All the men around the table kept looking at Y/n, trying to figure out who she was or if they knew her. “This is- “ Matty started, suddenly, realizing they never properly introduced to each other.

“Y/n.” she said for all of them.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. Sorry for the manners of my stupid mate.” George greeted her. Gaining a look from Matty and a laugh from Y/n. “I’m George, the stupid is Matty, this one is Adam.” he pointed to everyone. “That’s Ross and Jaime.”

“Nice to meet you all.” Y/n greeted them.

“Please, take a seat I’ll go buy a new round.”  Matty offered meanwhile the rest cheered as a response to the mention of new beverages. “Do you like any beer in particular?”

“I have to buy the drinks, Matty.” she reminded him.

“Shh, it’s my treat. You have to bear with this lot now. You’d thank me later.”

“Hey!” Ross protested.

“Shh! Y/n?”

“A Guinness it’s fine.” she informed Matty.

“Good taste also? You’re amazing!” the singer told her, making her blush a little before leaving.

Meanwhile they waited for Matty to get back, the singer supposed the boys asked where she met Matty and all the details. 

Matty returned with the drinks shortly after. Between those pints and a couple of laughs they continued asking about her, she replied to some questions –the easy ones– and the others were quickly forgotten.

Matty couldn’t fail to noticed how his heartbeat picked up every time her arm touched his, who insisted on sitting beside her. She was the most beautiful girl he had met in a good while –probably ever–, and even though they met in a bad moment something clicked inside him when he took her arm.

Y/n didn’t look like a girl who fell in love easily, quite the opposite. On the other hand, everybody could tell Matty was the other side of the coin in the matter. Back then, Matty was living his “best life” as a single boy, getting the attention of girls/women that pumped his ego. He didn’t hook up with every one of them, he only got involved with the ones that understood the deal. Matty was comfortable with that because a relationship takes time and attention, back then he couldn’t promise that to anyone due to his hectic schedule.

“So, Y/n, do you like music?” Ross asked almost in a whisper that the entire pub could hear.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Perfect!” he levelled up the tone. “Favourite current artist?” 

“George Ezra? I don't know. Why?” Y/n replied, feeling her face hot with the rest of the table laughed. 

“Favourite current band?” 

“Emm, not sure.”

“Ross, stop.” Matty warned his friend, before bringing the pint closer to his mouth. 

“Have you heard about the 1975?”

“No. I’m sorry?” Y/n’s face scrunched. 

“Shame on you, Y/n.” the bassist pulled a sad face. 

“Why? Are they good?”

“We’re the 1975, Y/n.” George informed her, ending the joke around the table except for her.

“Oh my god, guys! I’m so sorry!”

“Did you really never have heard about Matty Healy?” Jaime continued with the interrogatory. 

“It does ring a bell, but I’m not sure.”

Matty interrupted before they could be continued, “You���re not missing out, don’t worry.” it was the second time during the night Y/n witnessed a shy and uncomfortable Matty.

*****

During the rest of the night, Matty continued subtlety flirting with her, making Y/n felt giddy from head to toe. He was interested, she could notice. Y/n was flattered, but the girl didn’t want a one-night stand.

At a moment of the night, the boys disappear making stupid excuses when they saw how close Y/n and Matty were. After a few minutes, the man moved his face closer which forcer her to move backwards.

“I’m- no- I-“ she started to mumble.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s okay, we’re drunk, it’s fine.” she made the excuse for the both of them.

“Please, don’t take this the wrong way. I really like you, I mean, your presence, I mean you-“ Matty rambled.

“It’s fine, Matty.” she cut him, placing her hand on top of his. A tick silence fell between them. Matty wanted to apologise again and Y/n didn’t know what to do. Thank god the boys returned, and the awkward couple felt relieved.

 The night continued with little pranks and laughs. The boys took Y/n as part of the group, leaving the incident with Matty slightly forgotten.

When they all were leaving the pub, the boys dropped Y/n at her house not without asking for her phone. Since then the relationship between all of them grew, the love for Matty stayed for a little under the surface and Matty’s feelings were storage in a box he didn’t open for a long period of his life.

…………………………………………………………

A few hours later…

“That was lovely.” Denise stated, looking at the rest of the group stepping out of the restaurant after they finish eating and chatting the night away. 

“It was.” Tim agreed, sharing a humming sound from Lincoln. 

“Okay, kids…see you soon?” the woman opened her arms meeting Louis and Matty on a quick hug.

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“Yes, mom.”

“Put more effort faking you’ll miss ya mum, ha?” she patted her sons on the face.

“Bye, Denise.” George pulled her away from the annoyed boys.

The greetings continued until Denise stopped in front of Y/n, asking her how would she travel home. Disliking the answer she gave Matty’s mother.

“Uber.”

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Denise.”

“Y/n.”

“We can dr-”

Y/n knew the rest of the sentence but interrupted her quickly, “I live on the opposite side of town…I wont make you drive two hours when you’re twenty minutes away from your house.”

“But-” Denise tried to protest.

“No. I’ll take an Uber.”

Y/n tried to maintain her composure against Denise’s puppy –worried— eyes. When suddenly someone’s voice intruded in their conversation.

“I can take you.”

Y/n turned to look at the man, at her friends that almost didn’t talk with her the entire evening. 

“Are you sure?” she asked, sceptical. 

Matty sensed Adam and G’s eyes burning in the back of his head. He cleared his throat, nodding slightly. 

“Sure, why not?”

Y/n wanted to scream loud. She opted against that.

*****

After more hugs and kisses, strange looks and arranges around which car Matty used to take Y/n home, Matty, Adam and Y/n drove towards her flat. 

Adam, being the only grown up in the car, started a conversation, “how have you been, Y/n?”

“Emm, well…a bit sad because I finished a job, but it will pass I guess.”

“Right, I get like that when we finish an album.”

“How have you been guys?” Y/n dared to look at Matty’s tensed figure.

Adam wanted to smack some sense into Matty’s head badly watching how he didn't answer even a simple question.

“I’m fine. How are you Matty?”

“Fine.”

The silence was too loud and Adam was beyond bored with Matty’s passiveness. 

“So, Denise says you have a boyfriend now.”

Y/n saw how Matty gripped the wheel harder, his knuckles turning whiter. 

“I did expect that to be honest.”

“Really?” Matty snapped out of his silence.

Y/n searched for his eyes but he didn’t return it. She wanted to say so many things at the moment even though she chose to say, “Yes, I was going to tell you guys…”

“Yeah? When? After you get married or before?” 

The girl took a big breath in, “I get it that you’re annoyed but-”

“But what, Y/n? I want to see you try to explain it to me.”

His attitude infuriated her.

“I didn’t want to tell you guys…you, Matty…over the bloody phone. So, I’m profoundly sorry you’re wounded, apparently, by my actions but it’s my fuckin’ relationship and I tell you when I think it’s the best thing or when I fucking want. Okay?” Y/n screamed.

Silence returned, making now Adam uncomfortable. 

“Guys…”

“No, shut up, Hann.” Matty stopped him.

“No, you shut up. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want and I’m more than tired of your guys shit. Act like two grown-ups and speak. I’m tired of you two.”

“I haven't done anything.” Y/n defended herself.

“You know how stupid he is with your stuff.”

Matty made eye contact with his friend not believing his words. “Excuse me?” Adam looked back at him, without saying a word. “Now you choose silence. Fantastic. Very mature, Hann.”

“He’s right.” Y/n said shyly, gaining Matty’s attention. “We should talk…for real.” 

“Then talk. I just don’t get it why you keep it under secret and don't come again with the stupid phone excuse.”

Y/n felt defensive at first, “It’s not a stupid phone…point one.” and then her attitude turned down. “I could've told you something at least but i knew something like this would happen.”

“It did happen, and you could’ve prevented it, Y/n.”

“I know, I’m sorry…all I can say is that I’m really sorry Matty.”

The frontman lose his grip on the wheel a tad, stopping under a red light and turning to look at her friend. 

“I’m sorry too. I’m just incredibly annoyed you left me out of this.” adding the fact that she was in love with someone else and not him, but it wasn’t the moment to revel that.

“I know.”

“Can we make peace?”

“How?”

“What if I…we, me and the boys, meet him?”

Adam tried to get his attention from the back of the car even though Matty ignored him. 

“Do you really want that?” Y/n searched for something she wasn’t sure what it was inside his eyes. 

“Sure, why not? Adam?” 

The street light turned green at the same time Y/n turned to look at her other friend. Hann felt defeated. It wasn’t that he didn't want to meet Y/n’s boyfriend it was the fact that Matty was under some weird effect to offer that or had an ulterior motive Adam wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Hann’s intuition and best reasoning were against the idea but Y/n’s eyes were pleading to him as well. 

“Yes, you can take it to the house if you want. We make dinner as an apology for Matty’s stupidity.” 

“Oi!” Matty protested, making Y/n laugh. He had missed it, he had missed her.

He was caving his own grave, Matty was well aware of that. 

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Chapter 7 >

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Blind Love

Quick Robin & Original Character(s) ficlet.

Set many, many years in the past, during one of the periods where Rogh "went mad for a bit".

Tw: insanity, delusion, grief, animal death

Aelfwyn and her sister had never been close. Their parents had done little to discourage rivalry and resentment between the two as they grew up. Quite the opposite in fact. Competition was seen as healthy for children growing up in their harsh, war-loving tribe. But their patents had taken it to extremes, showering one child's victories with praise and scolding the other, then when the girls turned their bitterness on each other, they were told to wrestle it out and not stop until one drew blood.

That blood had typically come from a nose bleed or a deep scratch across the cheek from sharpened fingernails. A couple of drops at most.

Not an entire puddle, enough to fill a goblet fit to offer to the Morrighan, gushing from a hole in one of their skulls after a blow from a rock had caved it open. As Aelfwyn stood and stared down at her own corpse, she thought maybe even her cruel parents would think this a tad too far.

Breathing heavily, she heard a thud as the rock fell to the ground. Her sister, Lliefa, was standing over her, pale as the snow. The anger that had burned in her eyes moments before as they'd scuffled was replaced with an almost childlike expression of terror and loss.

"Wynny....Wynny, sister, I am so sorry..." She began to weep, the tears falling down her cheeks disturbing the painted symbols that had been given to her on her coming of age ceremony only a few days earlier.

Only eighteen. Twins, though they didn't resemble each other. Lliefa had inherited their mother's emerald eyes and blessed red hair, while Aelfwyn had her father's square jaw and plain brown locks. Lliefa however, did have his temper.

Maybe that's why Aelfwyn found it hard to cling to her anger when the truth of what happened hit her. That was her body, her face that she'd seen from the rare reflecting glass that they were lucky to have hanging in their hut. It was her blood that soaked the grass.

She was dead. Killed by her own blood. But Aelfwyn could see the blow hadn't been intentional, or at least Lliefa hadn't been in her right mind at the time. If she had, she wouldn't be falling to her knees and throwing herself over Aeflwyn's body to weep as she now was.

Aelfwyn sighed, closing her eyes. Grandmother always advised her to breathe out all her unwanted rage as an offering to the Morrighan, or to Wotan. She knew she should be furious at her sister right now...but all she felt was sadness and pity.

Blood crimes were one of the biggest affronts to the gods. Siblings could slay each other in fair combat. But this had been a blow while her back was turned, an attack spurned from Aelfwyn saying cruel words she'd regret forever.

There was nothing she could do to the girl that would be worse than what the fates had in store for her.

"I forgive you, sister. Please, just return my body back to the tribe. Let me receive the proper rites so the gods will take me to the next world." She pleaded, reaching out to touch her sister's shoulder only for her hand to pass through.

The contact made her retch. She gagged, stomach lurching, despite not having eaten all day. They'd been sent out to hunt, their parents offering a reward to whoever came back with the largest kill.

She supposed Lliefa would win hands down. Aelfwyn hoped their parents would keep to their word.

It was rather painful to watch her sister try to carry her back to their settlement, being the shorter of the two of them. Aelfwyn tried to follow close, hoping her words with pierce through the veil.

"No don't pull me by my head! Look, you're making things fall out, that might make me dumber in this world!" Even in death, her sister still managed to vex her; "Maybe if you learned how to bind and carry your kills better instead of leaving it to me!"

But before she could rant some more, Aelfwyn took another step and then was shoved back in the opposite direction. She turned, blinked in confusion, then tried to follow again.

Same thing. Back away from the path.

"Sister! Sister, I'm trapped! Please do the ritual properly so I can be free, please! For Danu's sake, don't skip the part where you eat my heart!"

"Shh!"

She froze. Who just shushed her?

Turning to her left, she spotted a figure sat against the base of a tree. He'd managed to camouflage himself with the foliage as she'd approached but now she could spot the skin of a....man.

No, wait.

"Are you....Are you the Wild God of the Dead?!"

"SHHH!" He said again, a finger on his lips.

"Oh, I...sorry." She lowered her voice, not wanting to anger him if he was a god.

Though his image didn't resemble any carvings she had seen.

"Me just got her to sleep." He muttered, one arm curled against his chest.

He wore the most basic and mis matched selection of furs. No real fabrics or patterns. There were those who chose to live fully out in nature away from the tribes but they were usually shamans and nomads. This man looked as though he'd never slept in a hut in his life.

Or death, she supposed.

"Are you a spirit too?" She asked, quietly, stepping closer; "What's your name?"

"Dunno."

"You don't know your name?" She frowned.

He shook his head; "Name in shadows right now. Can't be bothered to go find. Shadow where memories go to hide when brain too loud and scary."

Definitely not a god, Aelfwyn realised. The man sounded like those in her tribe who smoked too much of the relaxing leaf until it wore off and paranoia sent them mad. How long had he been here?

"I'm Aelfwyn of the Horseli. What was your tribe called?"

The man blinked, tucking his arm up again; "Tribe no have name. Children of Moonah. Other tribe be children of Sunne. Other children of Earth Mother. Good tribe and...bad tribe."

"Where are they now?"

"....Gone. Gone up to stars. Me stay. Me always stay." The voice sounded so very old, even though there wasn't too many signs of age on him as one would expect. No grey hairs, hardly any wrinkles.

His blue eyes that didn't quite meet hers stared out in a deep, agonising loss that chilled her bones.

"You're all alone here?" She asked.

He began to laugh; "Ha....Ha ha! No, silly horsey tribe lady! Me not alone. Me have Moonah! Your tribe....They give thanks to Moonah, yes?"

Something in the way his brow furrowed told her she should answer carefully.

"We call her Rhiannön. Yes, we give thanks and ask for her blessings each month."

"Oh....Yes, have seen you and tribe do ritual at Moonah ston. Very good. We come and join you, though you not see us."

"Us?"

"Me and daughter."

"Oh. You have a child here?" She glanced around.

The man nodded; "You...want to meet?"

"Yes, I love kids. How old is she?" Her heart stung as she realised she'd now never have ones of her own, not in that life.

"She...She only just been born..."

Aelfwyn blinked; "I thought you said she was with us on the last full moon?" Almost a month ago.

"Me did."

It took a second for the penny to drop, horrifying Aelfwyn at the realisation. Of course if the baby was a spirit, like her father, she would still be a newborn if that was when...

"I'm....I'm so sorry."

"Why sorry?"

"I...never mind," She shook her head; "Can I still see her? I'm good with babies, I've helped my mum deliver a few."

"Okay...if promise to be very careful..."

"I swear by the gods."

The man leaned forward and pulled back a section of his fur covering his front. Aelfwyn nearly startled back before she heard the tiniest snuffling sound.

Peering closer, she spotted a tiny ball of grey fur curled against the man's chest. It twisted, mewling a little, then poking out a black dot of a nose.

"Ain't she bootiful. Me very proud dad." He smiled down, "Say hello to Horsie Lady, Kya."

"....It's a wolf pup." Said Aelfwyn.

Another chuckle from the man; "No, no, no, that just fur me swaddle her in. She look just like me, see? Have same ugly nose."

There may have been a wild resemblance between the two creatures but she was certain the little thing was not a human babe.

But the man was looking at it with as much devotion in his eyes as any parent she'd seen when holding their baby for the first time. She doubted there was anything she could say to convince him otherwise.

Aelfwyn forced a smile; "She's lovely. Her mum not here?"

The man's face darkened with weariness and pain.

"....Go up to stars with rest of tribe...They all go up and leave us behind..." He sighed and then twitched his head; "Too many babies. Mum can't feed them all. Little one die. Me wait. Me watch. Me listen to her cry and beg for milk but she left behind. Just like me. So I wait. Then when she stop cry, I pick up..."

Except the cub was still crying for milk it would never receive, nuzzling its nose against his skin and finding nothing to sate it.

"...She mine. She my cub. Her cry just like my Kya so she must be same...spirit reborn, yes?"

He seemed to be trying to rationalise it, probably due to how Aelfwyn was looking at him. She couldn't hide her doubt.

But then the druids did say part of their souls returned to the earth to be born anew.

"I understand." She nodded, wanting to placate the man; "Can I hold her?"

"You have milk for her?"

"Uhh...no." Even if she did, she didn't think that was something she'd be comfortable with in any world.

The man shook his head; "She keep wanting milk but I tell her that Daddy no have boobies to give milk. Have to wait until Mum come back with brothers and sisters. Not long now..."

She no longer knew if he meant his real family or the wolves that had abandoned their runt.

Aelfwyn looked down at the pup again. Its eyes were closed, probably forever, but it wriggled and pawed against the man.

"Shh, shh, little one, we safe. Horsie lady good me think...." He rocked the pup close; "She know my scent. My skin. It always dark for her, you see. She won't know who you are if I hand over. Might think me left...Can't ever leave. Never."

"That's okay. I won't take her-."

"No, no, no," He clutched the cub tight, shaking his head fearfully; "No take. Not last one. She all I have. Please."

"I said I won't touch her. Not if you don't want me to." She dared to reach and touch the man's shoulder instead.

He struggled to steady his breathing as he looked at her with those haunted eyes.

"....You have leak in head." He whispered.

Aelfwyn touched the back of her skull and felt the indent along with a moist matt in her hair. When she looked at her fingers there was no blood.

"Sibling rivalry." She tried to jape, as it was all she could do.

"Me try to stop. Yelled at you both to shut up so no wake baby."

"Sorry about that." She sat cross legged beside the man; "Maybe I can make it up to you by helping you look after her? Children aren't supposed to be raised alone."

He nodded; "....Everyone raise together. Peace and love..." He stroked his thumb over the soft, velvet ears of the cub; "She miss her mum and siblings and cousins...She miss a lot of people."

"I bet she does." Aelfwyn whispered, her heart aching for the poor man.

She'd always thought of wondering spirits as mysterious or wise, even playful. She'd never expected one to be so sad.

"Here..." The man carefully handed the cub to her; "Mind head. Best she get to know your scent."

"You sure?" She never thought she'd feel so honoured to be passed a wolf pup.

He nodded; "We family now. Aelfwyn of Horsey Tribe."

The pup whined in distress as she was moved away from the only source of comfort she knew and into Aelfwyn's arms. The man kept his arm close to her, the sleeve of grey wolf fur close to the pup's nose.

"Me here, Kya. Daddy right here. Daddy always stay." He promised, voice cracking; "She not hear me before when I say...When she and her mum found body and they scream...she not hear me say I here..."

His voice trailed off again as his eyes glossed over. Aelfwyn held the cub up to her skin above her dress so it was resting just above her heartbeat.

Her other hand reached to squeeze the man's fingers.

"She hears you now. She knows." She did her best to reassure him, just as she'd seen her mother do to anxious parents.

This was a whole other case she hadn't been trained for.

"You look tired. I bet she's been keeping you up all these nights like babies do." She said, softly.

The man nodded, "Been waiting for mum to take her turn...She be here soon...She always come back to visit....Be here very soon...."

"I'm sure she will. How about you try to have a nap? I'll look after this one. She'll be safe with me, I swear."

Hesitation and fear twitched in those lips again for a moment. Then he saw how the pup was starting to yawn and relax against Aelfwyn's chest.

He smiled, his eyelids clearly heavy. When had he last slept? No wonder he'd lost his mind.

"You wake when they come back? Please?"

"I will."

She tugged him to lay on his side and use her thigh as a pillow.

"Be good for horse lady, Kya. Daddy just take little sleep. Be good girl..." He whispered before closing his eyes; "Be good...Stay...Must always stay..."

Aelfwyn sighed, stroking the man's ragged mane while cradling the pup in her other arm. This was not how she imagined spending her afterlife. She hoped her sister would hurry up with the ritual so her spirit could move on...

Assuming that's how it worked. She wondered if she was desperate to become the same as the man on her lap, trapped and driven insane, clinging to whatever shred of company he could and convince himself it was his lost kin. The thought terrified her.

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we Kya." She whispered to the cub.

[peachymilkandcream]

Kingdom of Ash and Greed|Part 14|King Levi x Evelyn

(A/n: This one's a time skip but also a little shorter, and little bit more on the fluffy side and not the wtf is happening side.)

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, etc.

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Levi watched his sons playing together on the floor. At two years old the twins already showed him that his line would be secured with strong boys to carry on his name. His wife had given him four children in the span of five years, his oldest son Furlan being five now and his daughter four. They were his legacy and he had thought that by now Evelyn would have come around to her role as Queen.

She had not. Even now she fought him, unwilling to give him honest devotion. Her submission was a lie she upheld to be able to see the children, a privilege he could easily take away if he so chose.

Levi had tried everything, aggression, punishments, tenderness, passion, none of it reached her. Was he wasting his time? Should he just accept she despised him and could never be trusted? He had given her anything she could ever want as a woman. Money, status, children, and in his opinion, great sex. Why did she have to be so ungrateful?

The thoughts drove him to turn his attention from the boys to his wife sitting across from him.

“Tell me. What can I do to get you to be devoted to me heart and soul?”

She looks up, surprised and almost amused at his question. “You feel I’m not devoted to you?”

“Don’t be stupid. We both know you tolerate me. And in bed I still have to hold you down.”

She flushes and looks down.

“So answer the question.”

“I don’t know Levi, but if you keep forcing me to have your children then it will never happen.”

He glared at her. “Then it seems I’ll have to accept that. Send for the nurse, have them go play elsewhere.”

Evelyn pales. “Levi-?”

“If I don’t get it voluntarily I’ll have to fuck the devotion into you.”

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Evelyn grips the bed sheets as Levi holds her hips up to get a good angle, grunting like an animal while he rides out his orgasm.

Finally finished he lays back, snapping his fingers while he pants. “Now be good and ride me until I get soft.”

She follows his commands straddling him and hurrying to slide him into her before he softens. They knew that wasn’t the real reason he demanded it, soft or hard he liked her to feel him inside her.

“I don’t understand it. I make you cum every time, try new positions and explore different sensations but you’re still not happy.”

She keeps silent, rocking her hips.

“Why the hell aren’t you saying anything?”

“Were you wanting me to?”

“Yes. I want you to offer some insight into why you’re miserable.”

“I have no freedom, no rights. How could I be happy?”

“You have four beautiful children.”

“Who are all exactly like you.”

“That’s why they’re so wonderful.”

She rolls her eyes while rolling her hips.

“One of these days you’ll beg me to save you.”

She scoffs. “On that day you’ll have my devotion, I’ll be yours in every sense of the word.”

“Is that so?”

“Because it will never happen. I’d rather die than keep living in a world where you’re my saviour.”

“Don’t say never love, you might surprise yourself.”

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The conversation of yesterday kept replaying in Levi’s mind as he listened to some warmonger ranting about the situation in the West.

“Your Grace, there’s talk of rebellion in the Queen’s homeland. Ever since the nation has been blessed with its royal heirs these kingdoms are stirring up trouble.”

“Are you trying to say me securing my throne has caused this?”

“Of course not Your Majesty. I just mean your choice of bride-“

“What about her?” He snapped.

“A foreign princess as a wife, and from an enemy country- you can’t trust her.”

“You are accusing your Queen of treason then.”

The man pales. “No sire, just that- she has made this kingdom a target.”

“We were always a target, with or without her. And have we not stood the test of time? Fields of blood, spilt by my hands is the proof of my supreme reign. These cowards acting soldier will fall for this outrage. If what you say is true, I will do what I should’ve done years ago and slaughtered their men. I would’ve hauled back the women as brides for my own people so they would breed soldiers for my army.”

He stops and looks at all the horrified faces of his court.

“As a matter of fact. Why don’t I make preparations to do just that.”

“Sire you can’t-“

“Your Majesty it’s too rash-!”

As Levi walks away he hears an explosion of canon fire outside.

They had come.

[beansthough]

BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS I HAD THE CRAZIEST THOUGHT FOR LIKE A CROSS OVER THINGY IN YOUR SNAKE CHARMER AU!!!!

Wilbur is out doing his chores when he hears loud crying. He's obviously concerned but also a bit annoyed why Tommy hadn't just come and sought him out like normal- which usually means he did something bad.

Anyways he follows the crying calling out to Tommy how he won't be mad etc etc and stop hiding as he makes his way through a thicket of bushes only to be totally stunned when instead of finding Tommy, he finds a badly hurt dragon hybrid who is deathly afraid of him and everything.

Tallulah is baby dragon hybrid (bit younger than Tommy) and has stumbled her way into the Forest where everyone resides. She's just escaped a bunch of hunters and is hiding when Wilbur finds her. She's kinda cornered but Wilbur is eventually able to settle her. As soon as he talks about bringing her home to the village she panics and runs off.

Cue round two of Wilbur lying to everyone while he tries to adopt befriend his big little girl.

I think it would be really cute and the Wilbur would probably get Tommy involved because she needs somewhere safe to sleep till she's comfortable and Tommy would have someone his size to play and talk with. (Plus I just think it would be really sweet for Tommy to get a hug from someone big like him since he's a touch starved danger noodle)

Anyways.... THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!!!!!! Have these and how are you btw?🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

OMG YESSSS!

I also like the idea that this is a little later in the au. If you don’t mind my own spin lol.

Like Tommy is finally fully integrated into the village and everyone is comfortable around him. He’s probably 16/ 17 now and Wilbur is 24/25.

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Wilbur and Tommy are out doing one of their routine hide and chase hunts when Wilbur hears quiet sniffles coming from behind a large bush.

Wilbur is first a little skeptical because Tommy has been known to play pretend hurt to get Wilbur to come to him instead of keeping up the chase.

He called out Tommy’s name in aggravation saying Tommy was to old for this trick, but he was surprised that instead of snickering he was met with complete silence.

Wilbur pushed through the bush and his heart leapt into his throat.

Instead of Tommy, he was met with black purple wings and a shorter tail. Small scaled hands with short talons covered a fearful face, only leaving a head full of chocolate curls with two horns poking through.

Wilbur took a deep breath after accessing the situation. It was a little girl. Way younger than when he found Tommy, or well when Tommy found him.

Wilbur speaks out a soft hello, only for her to whip her head out of her hands to meet Wilbur’s gaze.

Wilbur’s core shook to his core as those dark slit eyes focused on him. He had to steady his nerves. He had done this once before he could do it again. Wilbur cleared his throat.

“Hello there…” It was soft and comforting. “Are you lost Sweetheart?”

The dragon looked at Wilbur with fearful confusion, as if Wilbur wasn’t what she was expecting. But as her eyes lingered on him they seemed to round out in wonder. She had never met anyone like this before.

“My name’s Wilbur, what’s yours?” The dragon stayed frozen awhile longer, seeming to take in all of Wilbur’s features, the little beast nodded to herself and dug in a small bag that was at her side. She pulled out a sheet of paper that was way larger than Wilbur , crumbled and stained.

The mouse backed up a bit so the Dragon could lay it out before him. There on the page what was Wilbur assumed to be her name in chalky purple crayon wax. Some of the letters backwards, some the right way round.

“Tallulah?” The dragon perked up and leaned closer to Wilbur. The mouse only a little nervous at her hovering. “Can you speak?”

The hatchling shook her head in the negative before opening her mouth. “ l-little…” It was quiet and broken, as if the girl wasn’t use to speaking at all. “That’s alright, but could you try to tell me why you’re out here by yourself?” Tallulah opened her mouth but it slammed shut once more. Her eyes narrowed back into slits and she seemed to look beyond where Wilbur stood. Wilbur swallowed nervously.

Wilbur suddenly felt the grounds familiar trembles, and a nervous Tommy called out for him in the distance.

It’s just Tommy. Wilbur thought in relief, but before he could comfort the girl he found himself wrapped in a strong grip and a finger over his mouth. The mouse’s heart thudded against his chest.

Tallulah had snatched Wilbur off the ground and crawled in between a little pocket in the cliff wall that was behind it. It was almost perfectly crafted for the dragon’s size. No one larger would be able to fit through.

“Tallulah.” Wilbur was trying to be stern , but his voice trembled from the unexpected grabbing. “Tallulah, please put me down.” The dragon only held him closer to her chest, a long and quiet shhhhhhh coming out of her lips. “Hunters…” That one word held such fear, the girl didn’t even seem to be focused on him. Her mind somewhere else, but one of her small clawed digits kept petting Wilbur’s hair over and over again.

“It’s gonna be alright sweetheart. That just my brother.” But the Dragon didn’t seem to listen, she just softly rocked back and forth . Rhythmically running her finger over Wilbur’s hair.

Before Wilbur could say other word, a twig snapped outside breaking the girl’s since of comfort.

“Wilbur? Are you in there?”

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But AHHHHH I love this idea so much. The hurt comfort and more found family is everything.

But basically Tallulah using Wilbur as a teddy bear

I feel like after she get to know her uncle Tommy more she calms down, but that first night she was very fearful.

Wilbur will manage to lure her out of the cave and Tommy awkwardly tries to introduce himself. The bring Tallulah to one of Tommy’s old dens and Wilbur and Tommy take turns watching her and taking care of her before Tallulah says she comfortable enough to meet Phil and Techno, and then eventually the others

But yes just Wilbur and Tommy being the worst at keeping a secret that they are caring for a literal child.

(Pls pls pls let me know if you have anymore input!)

(Also I’m doing well! I have just been super busy with work and life, but glad to still be able to be on here❤️)

[toastingpencils37]

Just want to rant a little about Nya's form holding ability while she was the Sea.

In Seabound right as Wojira is defeated, Nya talks about not being able to easily maintain her shape, saying that it was what she was. And I'm actually going to ignore the "what I was" part and what it means, because even though Crystalized did follow through with that and made her a dragon as her season debut, the end of Seabound did not.

This post is about the physical technicalities of her holding her shape, not the meaning of her forms. (Though I talk about the meaning a teensy bit because reasons)

Anyways, back to my rant, at the way end of Seabound we see her in her humanoid form swimming with the whales, apparently having no issues with keeping her shape.

Notice the difference between the two scenes? In the scene where Nya was speaking with Jay, she was above water, and struggling to hold her form. Whereas at the way end of Seabound, she was in the ocean, within her element, having no struggles at all.

Now let's skip a year later to Crystalized. When Nya reverts from her dragon form to her humanoid form, she has no apparent struggle holding her form. (Which also does show that the dragon form for her was something more mental than physical, signifying her disattachment from her actual self)

Whereas when Nya goes up to the Lighthouse, we notice her begin to loose her shape a minute or two in, struggling to get back. Which is noticeably shorter and more severe than when she first became the Sea. Because at the end of Seabound, sure, she does a slight ripple that shows her instability, but it is slight, and Nya is able to keep it in check. Whereas in Crystalized, when she does that ripple, it quickly becomes severe to the point where she just becomes a puddle.

And then, later at the Monastery, we notice Nya struggle to hold her shape yet again. And this time, she starts to loose her shape a lot faster than she did at the lighthouse.

Which in that case may also be due to how far she is from the Sea. Because at the Lighthouse, she was actually pretty close to the Sea. Whereas at the Monastery, she was much further. And due to the increased distance between herself and the Sea, her connection becomes more fragile, causing her to not be able to hold her form as well.

(Then that also goes into the question of what would happen if Nya lost her form, and whether she'd just rematerialize into the Sea or stop existing. But moving on from that)

Now let's briefly talk about Nyad. Because compared to Nya's year as the Sea, Nyad has been the Sea for millennia. And if a year as the Sea drastically affected Nya's ability to keep her form while away from it, imagine how that millennia affected Nyad's ability. She might not even be able to go away from the Sea.

Not that she'd probably want to. Because honestly, her being in the Sea that long probably affected her ability to remember as well. We notice that Nya actually remembered pretty easily, but when she tried to talk to Nyad about Nyad's identity, she really did not care. Meaning that Nyad probably doesn't have much capability to remember who she once was anymore. Which also means that she won't have any motivation to ever leave the Sea.

And even though we know that she appears to in a way be more in touch with her former self, being in a form closer to what we guess used to be her Merlopian form, this slight closeness seems to show that her identity as the Sea is more closely tied with "Nyad", than Nya's identity as the Sea is tied with "Nya".

(And now for a bit more headcanony type shit, but Crystalized may have possibly not been the first time Nya remembered who she was. For all we know, there may have been a couple other times something triggered her memories, but before she was able to follow them and try to come back, she got distracted by whales or something and just left. And based on how the longer you are in the Sea the less of a chance you have at remembering and going home, Nya probably had more instances of this in the first few months after becoming the Sea, which slowly dwindled down as more time passed)

Anyways, rant done. That's all. Just had to get all this shit out there.

[writingomegas]

Hey, could I request some fluff with the prompt "You look awful. What happened?" For Aizawa, please?

I included Eri as Reader & Aizawa's child bc I cannot think of him as anything other than her father. It's a little shorter, sorry!

CW: None that I can think of

Your mate was generally a pretty stoic person, so you knew he'd had a rough day when you could clearly read the exhaustion on his face. His body was tense, and he looked about ready to fall over. You hurried over to where he was standing in the doorway and pulled him into your arms. He sighed and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You look awful. What happened?"

"Today was quirk training."

You winced in sympathy. You knew all about Aizawa's students from his various rants about their behavior. They were good kids, but they were strong. And while your husband was a damn good hero, even he had trouble keeping up with them sometimes.

"Midoriya and Bakugou started taking things too seriously again and almost brought down the training facility, and Kaminari short-circuited pretty badly. Ashido tried to throw acid at Mineta again, and ended up burning Hagakure by accident. Just...it was a lot."

You ran your fingers through his hair as he spoke, and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Well lucky for you, I washed all your nesting stuff and rebuilt it for you. Eri's taking a nap in it right now, so why don't we go and have some family cuddle time to destress?"

Aizawa hummed in agreement and gave you a gentle kiss. "Thank you."

"Of course. Now, our sweet, sweet nest beckons us," you said jokingly. He playfully rolled his eyes, but you could see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You led him to his nest, where Eri was in fact sleeping soundly. Aizawa crawled in and scented her lightly. She stirred slightly and gave a content hum before settling again. You climbed in and wrapped your arms around the two of them, smiling happily. This was truly your favorite place to be.

"....You know, if you would just let me join you for quirk training-"

"I'm not letting you fight my students."

[magknightidv]

Hello hello, and soft Rhys headcanons? ^^

Hiiii ofc you can my dear <3

SOFT RHYS HEADCANONS

Not my gif

Pairing: Rhys Strongfork x reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None as far as I was aware

Summary/Notes: Mentions Handsome Jack, Vaughn, Zer0 (He/they pronouns are what I use for Zer0) and Lor

Tales from the Borderlands Rhys:

-> He needs so many hugs

-> I mean look at him he's a nervous wreck

-> He needs support, constantly.

-> When Vasquez is a douche and starts messing with Rhys, just try and pull him away and comfort him

-> However if Vasquez says anything about you, that becomes far more difficult

-> yk

-> because he looooves you~

-> Vaughn and you being close is his one of his favourite things about you

-> He lives that you can be good friends with his best friend

-> right so I'm not sure about what the living situations on Helios are like but there's a designated living area if I remember right

-> when you come over, he'll put on some music and you must dance with him

-> you can both be awkward wobbly messes together while you dance

-> Loves a good slow dance, no matter how clumsily you both do it

-> He tries to hide the fact he is lowkey obsessed with Handsome Jack for weeks into your relationship

-> however he gets caught when you come over for the first time to his place

-> You better not judge him, he would feel horrible and like some weird freak if you judged him for it

-> if you like Handsome Jack as much as him (and me) honestly he will rant to you about all the stuff he thinks is cool about Jack.

-> he hyperfixates on things

-> He gets so happy when you let him talk about his hyperfixations

-> like he starts stimming

-> starts shaking his arms, getting a giggly and so so smiley

-> He's just like me fr 😌

-> When he leaves to Pandora, he trust you to tell you what is happening

-> but you cannot go with them

-> Rhys values your safety more than anyone elses

-> He'll call you with is ECHO eye every day at least once

-> He worries that either he will get killed and never get a chance to tell you how much he loves you

-> or he worries that while he's away, someone may try to take advantage of you or kill you

-> When he goes back to Helios he doesn't tell you about Jack

-> Jack however knows plenty about you however since he's been stuck with both of you two's biggest fan.

-> When shit starts going bad, Rhys calls you to tell you to leave as soon as possible

-> you find an escape pod and make it to Pandora

-> After all the dram with the Gortys project however, you are very happy to help Rhys rebuild Atlas

-> that's another thing he adores about you, you so supportive of him

-> We love him

💙

Borderlands 3/ New Tales Rhys:

-> When he's big boss man Rhys, he has less time for you and let me tell you, that destroys him

-> you are the main pillar for his mental stability so when he's there fighting off Maliwan because some psycho wants to be besties with him and you can't be there because you have your own work or just happened to be away for a week, you can imagine how he's feeling

-> When he does have you in his arms however he's snuggling his head into your neck

-> you are his safe haven

-> always have been

-> let's you pick what fish he has in that huge fish tank of his

-> you know the dancing thing from before? It's so much more fun now that you have his entire office to yourselves

-> you can just take a moment to chill out with your CEO boyfriend

-> Zer0, Lor and you are all really good friends

-> Zer0 is just as protective of you as they are of Rhys

-> oh yeah, did I forget to mention? He plans on proposing soon

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Sorry that the last part was shorter than tftbl Rhys but I've been working on my Handsome Jack fic still, that should come out this week hopefully and I'm trying to get back into the flow of writing.

I just beg that everyone is patient with me and writing 🙏 I don't mean to take so long but I really am hoping to keep it somewhat consistent.

[fipindustries]

jennyffer episodes that wont see the light of day

these are some ideas i bounced around in my head and even went so far as to doodle some scenes or write some bits of dialog but i ended up deciding not to do, either because the idea just didnt have legs or because i had to cut this project a bit shorter so as not to take me decades to finish.

the crush

a younger trans girl, recently come out of the closet has an unrequited crush on jenny, the younger girl was supposed to be a bit of a satire of me just before coming out of the closet. shy, nerdy, a little too clingy. just the naive crush of a little girl for someone else who is like two years older than her. the girl idolizes jenny and thinks she is the coolest person ever, jenny has no idea how to deal with this.

*the boy

jenny meets the only other trans person in the entire school, a trans boy that we see fleetingly in episode 4. erik. a character that i recycled from other projects. jenny thinks that she should probably try to get to know the guy since they are the only trans people in the school but when they try to hang out they find out they have nothing in common and not much to talk about.

*the hospital

this one i wrote with my gf, jenny has to go to the hospital to get a new prescription for her hormones, there she has to deal with a new edocrinologist who seems nice and sweet at first (jenny finds her annoying) but then turns out to be surprisingly a hardass.

*theatre

peter wants to join theatre club at the school, but the president of the club, a flamboyant gay boy who is a parody of the theatre kid, doesnt want him there so jenny and peter have to hatch a scheeme to get peter in

*the bully

there is a specific kid who is jennyffer's bully, except the joke is that he is actually in love with her and also he is too shy to actually openly bully her so he stalks her at a distance, tries to do mean pranks and bits of sabotage without her knowing but they keep backfiring and help jenny instead.

*the conversion

jenny finds out about circumcissions but terribly misinterprets what they are about so she tries to convert to judaism so that she can get free bottom surgery. this one in particular would have felt like too much of a south park joke for me to be honest.

*the terfs

jenny gets harrassed by a group of teenage terf radfems in her school. at first she tries to do her regular bit of being shocking and offensive and sarcastic ans sassy to brush them off but they are completly undeterred by this, eventually jenny snaps and actually becomes incredibly violent and menacing with one of them to the point that she successfully scares them off, but it comes at the cost of everyone else in school being too scared of her.

*the grandpa

cutting this one out is the one that hurt the most since it was the one i had the most carefully developed, i had basically the entire script written out. but i had to cut it for various reasons.

it was about jenny and her family visiting her paternal grandpa, who at first seems a kindly old man who loves jenny and jenny really likes this guy as well, this would be the first time we see her happy and respectful even. but slowly its show that the guy is too pushy, and disrespectfult and condescending an genuenly a bit busive towards jenny's dad, but he hides it beneath a veneer of jolly cheerness.

eventually this comes up to a head in the dinnertable where it comes to light grandpa doesnt see jenny as a girl. she at first tries to explain it carefully and patiently but he cuts her off and lets her know that he doesnt and will never accept her as a girl at all no matter what.

this leads to the dad finally exploding and going on a huge cathartic rant against the grandpa where he finally lets him know how he felt all this years about him and how much he hates him. then jenny and her parents leave as a happy family singing in the car.

i decided to cut it off, first due to time. i wanted to finish jennyffer once and for all and doing one more extra chapter simply wasnt in me to do it.

the second reason i decided to cut it was because it would have been just too bitter and not very funny, satisfying as it might have been. it would have been another episode about someone going on a huge angry insult filled rant right after the vivian james episode. it would have been an episode about an uncomfortable situation ending on a really aggressive note, and my main objective is that jennyffer is meant to be funny. it would have been just me venting, and not in the funny way.

so i got it out.

[winterwandersland]

Cataleya takes Simon and Tommy to a safehouse, separate from Aiahna and the Widows. Aiahna deals with the decision to forget her past.

TW: mentions of past SA and abuse, mentions of torture

{Chapter 13} A Lesson To Learn

Cataleya pulled into the driveway of the new safehouse, Tommy asleep while Simon was wide awake in the backseat, contemplating on whether or not to hold Cataleya hostage to take them back.

“You can stare at me all you want. I’m not taking you bad. What’s done is done.” she said as she caught a glimpse of Simon in the rearview mirror. While Aiahna had healed his ribs, he still had facial injuries noticeable when Cataleya saw him through the mirror. “Why’d you leave her?” Simon asked.

Though he was still upset about the situation, that didn’t mean he wanted to leave her. It was obvious the amount of danger she was in and they left her, though Tommy and Simon had no choice. Cataleya was calling the shots and as much as they hated it, they let her. “I told you already. She told me to keep you safe, so I am. Simple as that.” It was Cataleya’s only task from Aiahna. There wasn’t much that Aiahna would ask for, but for some reason the task seemed more complicated than it sounded. Cataleya knew that keeping them safe didn’t mean only keeping them out of harm’s way, but also keeping them away from her. “You’re lying,” Simon angrily said, holding his gun in his hand but still hesitating on what to do with it. 

“Who cares? She tried to have us killed.” Tommy interjected, seemingly no longer asleep, though his eyes are still closed with his head leaned against the window with his arms crossed. “What would you have done in her position?” Simon asked, annoyed. He didn’t like the remarks Tommy was making about Aiahna, but he felt it was deserved. She tried to have them killed and that was almost unforgivable.“Not try to get the two people that tried to help me killed. You forgive her too easily. Are you sure she’s actually worth it?” Tommy replied. 

“You seemed to be a lot more lenient with her earlier.” Simon responded.

“That was before she told the person trying to kill us to actually shoot us.” Tommy retorted, his voice still sounding more calm rather than upset. He had a gift for being able to be angry but expressing himself in a calm tone. He had a shorter fuse like Simon did, but he was able to better manage it. “She did what she had to do to ensure your safety. If you knew what she could do without lifting a finger, you would do the same. It may not seem like it now, but there was a reason behind it all.” Cataleya chimed in, trying to get Tommy to understand Aiahna’s side. At the same time, she also wanted Simon to understand. The concern in his voice was obvious to Cataleya, though she was surprised he was not being more impudent due to her actions. “She called us burdens. As if we didn’t give her shelter. Aid. Food. Any help that she needed my brother and I provided. And yet I still get a bullet to the dome,” Tommy ranted. 

“That is exactly why she had to do what she did. If she showed she cared too much- if she fought for you more than she already did-they would have put a bullet in your heads and you’d actually be dead and we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. She told them to shoot so she had control. She expected the shot. She called you burdens. Boohoo. Get over it. You’re alive,” exploded Cataleya, quickly quieting Tommy. He was no longer making remarks about Aiahna and Simon now understood her decision. It made sense, but why couldn’t she tell him that? Why didn’t she say that herself? In a way, she did. She told him that they were lucky that she cared because if she didn’t, they would be dead. And it was true. Aiahna may not have complete control over her abilities nor may not know everything she can do, but she knew that her feelings had a part in how her abilities portrayed themselves. If she didn’t care, Tommy nor Simon would be in the car at that moment and Aiahna would have been taken, or worse, have given herself up. 

Before Simon knew what he knew, he hadn’t forgiven Aiahna, but he couldn’t let her go back. Not after what they went through in Mexico. He could only imagine that where they would take her would be worse, and he couldn’t allow that. That is why he didn’t want to leave her behind. At least if she was in his presence, he knew she was okay, even if he hadn’t forgiven her. But now, he understood her decision. Tommy, however, understood her decisions and felt bad for his remarks, but it didn’t take away the betrayal he felt the moment she said the words ‘shoot them’. The rage he felt started to subside, but he was still hurt. Simon was, too, but he understood Aiahna in a different way. He was tortured just like Aiahna was and he knew what torture was like. He grasped what she was trying to avoid and didn’t want that for her. Tommy had only been told stories from Aiahna, but being told is different than actually knowing what the experience was like. Saying that she should go back was wrong, Tommy understood that, but in the moment she was endangering him. If she was imprisoned still, he and his family would be safe. If he was dead, who was to say they wouldn’t go after his family as Aiahna fled. They would have used his family as bait, so sending her back to the cage she came from only sounded right to him in the moment. 

Everyone got out of the car and Cataleya opened the door to the safehouse by using her thumbprint on the doorknob. When they walked in, it looked like an ordinary home. Simon knew safehouses were ordinary houses, but for some reason he felt like assassins would have had more than what typical soldiers did. Cataleya appointed them to their designated rooms and ensured them that there should be clothes for them to change into. When they did, they came into the living room to meet with Cataleya. As she stitched them up and catered to their wounds, she repeated to them that Aiahna would be gone and there was nothing they could do about it. She assured them that she was still alive, but they wouldn’t see her for some time. Giving them closure was all she could do since Aiahna was not there to do it herself. It wasn’t enough for Simon or Tommy, but they knew it was all they would get, so it is what they accepted. 

Before Cataleya could walk away, Simon mustered up the courage to ask her about Aiahna given that she never actually gave them room to speak. “You never answered my question from earlier. Why did you leave her?”

It was a question that Cataleya did not want to answer, but she knew she had to. Aiahna was one of her dearest friends which made the decision hard for her, but it was a necessary decision. “Sometimes you have to let her bear the consequences for her to understand her decisions.” The response was clear. There was no riddle. No lines to read through. But yet, Simon still had to ask, “What do you mean?”. The question was one that Cataleya decided that she needed to thoroughly answer. They wanted answers and she felt that they deserved them, and not just a dismissing response, but one that would give them more knowledge of the woman that caused some ruckus in their lives. “Regardless of what she has been through, sometimes she needs…tough love, so to say. She fears consequences. Likes to run all willy-nilly until they catch up to her and when they do, she gets scared. She doesn’t want to face them because that would mean she has to face what she is.” Cataleya said nothing but the truth. People are quick to baby those who they know have been through a lot, it was human nature. However, she informed them that Aiahna is not the type of person who should be babied because if she is she will take it as a weakness and will walk all over you without noticing. It was how she was taught. It wasn’t completely her fault. But, she also made sure to inform them that helping her and tending to her was good because it was how they were able to form a proper bond with her, just like any other human. No one likes to be degraded and to feel like a child who always needs protection because they have been through something traumatic. She needed protection when she was a child and she didn’t get it. What she needed now was genuine care, love, and compassion and they provided that.

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[byondtheveil]

Mistaken Identity

Stepping off the dock a young redheaded woman moved her sunglasses from the top of her head to over her eyes before stretching. It was a bright sunny day, she had some shore time and planned to fully enjoy it. With her tote bag over her shoulder she headed into town. It was a lovely day. She had looked around at some tourist spots, had lunch, and was now doing a bit of shopping. Currently at a small roadside market she was looking over some jewelry. "...Are you sure you don't have anything smaller?" She questioned, a colorful bracelet in hand. The vender shook his head now and she frowned, debating in her head. "Well... Maybe it would fit Amy..." She said softly to herself, figuring she would just buy it for her roommate and hands over a bill to the man. "Oh no you can keep the change." She waved her hand at the man when he tried to give her back the change and just moved along.

A few moments later a young woman came up to her, scarf round her head. "Hello I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a smaller bracelet. I think the one I bought is too small. Would you like to trade?" The bracelet the woman was holding out was way more exquisite than the one she bought. Hell some of the jewels even looked real! "A-Are you sure? I mean I don't-" "Of course dear! Here lets see if it fits." The woman suddenly took her by the hand not even giving her time to jerk back and slipped the bracelet over her small wrist. "See it fits! You have a lovely day!" "Wait but don't you want the... well that was weird..." She mumbled quite confused as the woman ran off without even taking the other bracelet. Looking down at the bracelet on her wrist she shrugged. Boy did this trump Amy's iguana story.

She had continued on with the rest of her day without incident. Little did she know trouble was soon to find her. It was later in the evening and she was standing on a street corner waiting for her GPS to update so she could finish her trek to the restaurant for dinner. The ship had a 10pm curfew and while it was only 8 she wanted to be able to enjoy her dinner with enough time to get back. "Miranda... Miranda you bitch! I see you!" While she had heard the man yelling, her name was not Miranda and there was a few other people around so she thought nothing of it. "Miranda! Answer me!" A yelp escaped her lips as her shoulder was suddenly jerked back to show a shorter, angry looking back. Instantly she took a step back. "Sir my name is not Miranda you have the wrong person!" She said in a stern voice, hoping that this would detour the man. However he seemed to be just as angry. "You can't fool me you tricky bitch! Your dumb ass is wearing it out in the open!" He grabbed her wrist holding it up. 

Well fuck, of course it was too good to be true. Trying to yank herself away she glared at the man. "I bought this thank you very much!" Well not exactly but now was not the time to get into details.  "Yea Yea you bought a 15 million dollar bracelet in this shit hole!" Her face paled at number. What the actual fuck was going on. "I I swear I have no idea what you are talking about just take it!" She yelled, wiggling her arm trying to get loose. "Yea I'm taking it, and you to this is the last time you steal.. HEY HEY BITCH GET BACK HERE!!" In the time the man was ranting she had managed to wiggle her arm loose, leaving him with just a bracelet. Booking it she didn't bother stopping. Whatever the fuck was going on she did not want to be a part of it. Bolting down a few roadways she made a turn onto to run into something hard. Not even having time to look up a sharp pain shot thru her body and her vision went black.

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[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

I've been thinking about how I want to run this blog, and want to mention some changes that will be coming in 2023.

More below!

2022 was incredibly difficult for me, after losing two of my loved ones. My family heavily relied on my grandmother - and now that she passed, our financial and home situation has been going through hardships. Money is tight, and I am simply not happy living at my home anymore. I can't say I'm happy with my life at *all*.

In the midst of my grieving, I received my copy of Long Live the Pumpkin Queen. I was desperate to find some way to cope, and a way to distract myself while the world around me fell apart. I was unwillingly brought into a pointless online argument about this novel -- and it made me aware of something.

I don’t want to write analysis/discussion posts anymore.

I am still hyperfixated with TNBC, of course, and want to talk about it - but I don’t have the free time and motivation like I used to. When I first ran this blog, I was young and unhealthily obsessed with this movie - I would add long additions to posts I disagreed with. Back then, I would’ve jumped on the hateful bandwagon in response to Shea Ernshaw’s novel, but 2022 numbed me to the point where canonical inaccuracies don’t bother me like they used to. Apparently, this was not expected of me - and I was targeted for not being enraged like other fans were.

I’ve always tried to be thoughtful and open with my opinions, to engage respectful discussions about this movie + its lore. But not all people share this approach, and I’ve learned that the hard way. I’ve been involved in unnecessary Fandom Discourse™. I don’t have the time nor mental capacity for it anymore. I’m tired of being so attached to the TNBC canon that I let myself get genuinely upset when adaptations took different routes. It’s only hampered my mental health, so I’m done with it.

I’ll still post my thoughts/opinions about things, likely when The Battle for Pumpkin King comic releases, but don’t expect me to make long rants about canonical inconsistencies. I also won’t be responding to any venting asks or mentions anymore. They’re not my priority - and I’ll likely be sharing more memes than anything. But I no longer want to be super negative on this blog - I’ve always prioritized civil discussions, and my criticisms were never meant to be anything else. Keep in mind I’ve always been just one fan, who has my own opinions - and you’re never obligated to agree with them. Block me if you must, or just take my posts with a grain of salt. Curate your online experience. I’ll take no personal offense when you do this.

So, expect less analysis / thought posts from me in 2023. You can still send me your thoughts, ideas, headcanons, etc. - but my responses to them may be considerably shorter than they used to. I apologize in advance for this change - but I’m making this decision to look out for my mental health, and engage less in negativity.