#i wanted to make an edit of this comic for SO long planning n editing this took awhile fjgvhfgv

[stoneqoldcrazy]

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱! 𝘉𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘻. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

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𝘛𝘸𝘰-𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦: 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

[lynaferns]

The Forest On The Other Side

Chapter 1: I want to go home.

Ver. [ENGLISH / SPANISH]

EDIT: This fic is now on AO3

A girl gets lost in the forest and finds a misterious gate in the middle of nowhere. At the other side she meets a... very peculiar individual who seems to only want to befriend her and play. Everything seems fine. Until night falls and someone else joins to play...

Again, I appreciate feedback about the english adaptation. English is not my first lenguage and I still mess up sometimes.

This is in some way a more "joyful" story than BIOMáquina, still with its dark themes. I wrote this a year ago. By this I mean I forced myself to get it written down and ended up hating it and burning myself out. A couple of weeks ago I decided to reread it and I though it was pretty ok actually, so I edited it a bit to make it flow better. It used to be written more as a script for the comic I wanted to draw buuuut that didn't happen (cough stressed myself out cough forced myself cough don't force yourself to make content out of a hobby, a hobby is supposed to be for your own fun). I'm not completely satisfied with the final draft but I think is good enough for my first ever fic written.

I originally planned to make it a Y/N thing but that didn't last long. But I keeped the original idea of the first person POV. The Y/N stories I've read has always some narrator telling you what you do insert you in the story. I thought of making the MC the narrator, this way the reader can insert themselves like it's their story or they can read it as if someone else is telling them a story. This is also a bit limiting, since the narration is also the MCs thought process and sometimes I may skip details MC couldn't have seen.

AU, Magical forest, DCA centered, Sun fnaf, Moon fnaf, Elves Sun & Moon, OC, Selfinsert, Character & OC, platonic, friendship, slowburn (kind of), Moon is agresive at first, Moon is also a bit of a gremlin, Protective Sun (I think), OC is a potty mouth, Female Main Character, First person, Angst.

The first post where I showed this AU and my first sketches ideas.

Tumblr archive with all of the art, ideas and anwsered asks.

Youtube Playlist which I'm pretty proud of how it turned out :] It's in a specific order but you can put it on mix.

Note: even though I try to keep things light some things may be triggering for some readers.

CW: Anxiety, Suicide ideation, Implied death, Choking, Non sexual abuse.

Wordcount: 9,700 (It's not rounded, that's literally the number Word tells me it's at lol)

Welp.

Here we are again, in the old village house (yey...). Well, 'I am', my family won't arrive to settle in for another week. They brought me here beforehand a few days ago for organizational reasons. They took a quick look inside before they left to see the state of the house, if it needed any repairs and such, and they headed back to the city. While they finish preparing everything, I take care of the house and text them messages about anything that may be needed for when they return.

We haven't been here in years, the house needs some repairs, and I'm sorry for the spiders, but it could use a deep cleaning. We can't do a deep cleaning but I have been cleaning what I can these last few days, at least so that it looks decent... at first glance.

Well, it's not like anyone is coming to visit.

It's a quiet town, until the kids from the town next door come to make a racket with their bikes. They play in our field, scare away the cats and throw cans around. They are assholes.

Anyways, the people in the village are nice. The adults I mean, the kids I used to play with, I don't get along with them anymore. Some of them aren't kids anymore, we have grown up and are going down different paths. But those who are still kids... they're still interested in the only older kid in the town who listened to them and let them do whatever they wanted, to a certain extent.

I don't want them to come looking for me to go out and play. I've been avoiding them by saying that I'm busy cleaning the house and getting it ready for when my family arrives, but I feel like interacting with them less and less. That's why I'm going out to the woods behind the house to get lost for a while, as always. The kids don't go near the forest so they won't bother me there.

There is an area for tourism and hiking but not many people come, some police cars border the forest from time to time but they never go inside. The reports of missing people in this forest have been coming in for decades, only some lost children have returned but there is no trace of any of the adults who disappeared along with the rest of the children. The areas marked with signs are safe but you can't go out of bounds unless you want to disappear with those people.

And I, who right now am alone and with no one to notice my absence if I go missing, am going to head straight to the forest. Don't you think, I don't want to disappear, I just don't like people and I usually go into the forest but I don't go too far away. As long as I see my house in the distance, I know how to return.

I grab my bag with my sketchbook and pencil case, in case I feel like drawing (probably won't) and step out to the back porch. The outer sliding metal door that protects the inner one is rusty and difficult to open. It would be better to oil it but I don't know when it will be done, considering that the broken railing has had a wooden board tied to it for years. I already sent my mother a message talking about it.

I enter the forest and start walking around. It's hot, of course, it's early summer, but it's quite noticeable after being in the cool inside the brick and stone house. That's the good thing about coming here in summer, the houses are made to stay cold inside and it's great, sometimes I even need to wear a jacket. But outside I'm dying, the trees don't provide enough shade. In fact, some trees are missing. I used to have my routes memorized but time has passed and some paths have changed, some have disappeared and others have formed. I admit that it makes me a little sad... I began to walk absorbed in my thoughts not paying attention to where I was going.

I'm walking away, I should go back. I'm not going to draw anything here anyway, and it's hotter outside than inside so I'm gonna to turn around-

I hear screams and laughter in the distance, the sound of the voices produces me an immediate disgust. It's those kids from the next door village. They must have come to 'investigate' about the disappearances or maybe they don't care and they just came to be idiots-

They're getting closer.

I don't want them to see me. God. Don't let them see me. Anyone but them. They're getting closser. Don't let them see me. I can't go back home now. They're cutting me off. Of all the people who could have found me. It had to be them. No, please. Don't let them see me. I have to go further into the forest, I can't let them see me. They're getting closer. Don't let them see me. I want to leave. I want to leave. I'm getting too far. I want to leave. I don't see my house. I want to leave. I don't see the village. I want to leave. I don't see the kids.

...

...

...

Where am I?

Fuck.

Where am I?

I want to leave.

I want to leave.

I want to leave.

I want to leave.

…

—

Now I'm wandering through the forest. I don't want to go back. I want to get out of here. Even though I'm walking in a straight line I feel like I'm going around in circles, and I'm not going to get out of here now. Great. I'm lost. Now what? People who get lost in this forest don't return, no one has returned except for some children.

...

I'm going to disappear.

...

For now I keep walking until something happens. Maybe there's an animal that kills people who get lost, or maybe it's a group of kidnappers, or maybe I should stop giving myself anxiety and focus on getting out of here. Maybe if I find a field or road, or even the tourist area, I'll be able to get out of here and return bordering the fores-

...

There is... colorful graffitis on the trees. Someone has painted eyes, hands, stars and more on the bark of the trees...

What's this?

I don't know where I've come to, I didn't know this was here, in the middle of nowhere in the forest. The trees have red leaves like in autumn even though summer has just started... The first thing I thought was 'climate change's fault' but there is something that stands out in the middle of this entire flat area and it is disturbing me.

In the center there is a kind of circular gate made of stones supported by roots.

Okay, maybe it doesn't sound aaaaas disturbing as, I don't know, a totem with a human figure being impaled or something, but it's giving me a bad vibe. What is this place? Who built a stone arch in the middle of everything and why?

A bird appears flying from behind me and goes through the gate, but nothing comes out on the other side... wait what? how? The bird has crossed the gate, and disappeared behind the stone arch? ...I had to imagine it, it's not possible that that happened. I approach the arch but not before picking up a rock from the ground and throwing it to the other side of the gate.

It's still there.

…

For some reason the thought of going through the gate makes me uncomfortable, so I go around it.

...

...And the rock? It's not there.

I go back and look from inside the portal.

The rock is there.

...

I look from outside. The rock is not there. I repeat this multiple times. Rock. No rock. Rock. No rock. Rock. No rock... What?

Alright, this is weird, this is VERY weird.

Even though it is clear that this isn't normal, I have to go back, pick up a fallen branch from the ground and pass it through the portal. This time I don't throw it, I've grabbed a branch long enough to see it peek out from the other side of the arch.

...

Welp.

I should be seeing not only the branch, but also my hand sticking out of the side, but I'M NOT SEEING IT. OKAY. OK. ALRIGHT. IT'S CONFIRMED. THIS IS WEIRD.

I'm asleep, right? Or unconscious. I must have passed out from exhaustion from endlessly wandering through the woods and I'm delirious or something. No, wait, it can't be, in my dreams I'm not this aware of what's around me. Where am I?

A breeze begins to pass through the gate. It's getting stronger but not enough to push me. The leaves rise from the ground and float towards the portal, none slipping outside, all entering through the stone arch. Suddenly the breeze that had become wind stops. The leaves fall to the ground.

...

I look back for a moment, as if there was something behind me that could help me make a decision. Grabbing with both hands my bag strap I look back at the portal again. Okay. Alright. This is possibly the death of me. I'm going to cross. I'm going to go to the other side. I'm just one step away from crossing. I wrinkle my face and narrow my eyes before taking the last step.

...

Nothing has happened. Everything seems the same. However, I know it's not the same... Or at least it doesn't feel the same!

Well, I've already crossed. I'm gonna... keep walking, I guess, even though this is scaring me and I don't know if I'll know how to go back. For now I'm moving forward. The red leaves have disappeared several meters ago. It's starting to look like a normal forest, except for the multicolored drawings and handprints that I keep seeing on the trees. In fact, it seems like the trees are taller with every step I take. So high that I can barely see the top. I almost tripped while looking up. Whether this is the same forest I come from, I no longer know.

This was a bad idea. I just hope to find something that'll help me know where I am, a sign or the road if possible.

*cling*

...?

I hit something with my foot. There is a ball attached to a small chain on the ground. Oh, no, wait. *cling diring ding* It's a rusty bell, I think. It doesn't have the typical cross-shaped hole or slot, rather it has several holes in a pattern. It looks like it can be opened.

There's nothing inside.

?

There's nothing? But I could have sworn it had rang. I close it again and shake it.

*...*

Nothing.

I'm going to put it in the bag, it's totally a good idea. I'll think about it later, for now I'm moving on.

—

I've been walking for a while now and throughout this time I had a constant chill on the back of my neck, as if someone had their eyes on me.

*din dirring* I hear a soft tinkling in the distance.

Okay, I'm not alone, awesome, what do I do now? Do I say hi and risk the potential danger finding me? Do I ignore the sound of bells and keep moving? It's very possible that whatever made that sound is watching me right now...

“Hello?” Still nervous, I try to say hello looking around “...” “Is someone there? H-hello?”

“-HEEEEELLO!”

“AAAAAH-!” I cover my mouth with my hands as I turn to look at what the hell has greeted me back. I take a few steps back while I look at the figure of earthy and sunny tones who responded, he seems as surprised as I am, I think (with the scream I made, normal), at least it looks like he's surprised. He wears a two toned wooden mask... it looks like a sun, with a crescent moon on its right... It gives the impression of two faces merged into one... Damn, he is tall, he's almost doubles my size. He appears to have two skin tones dividing him in half, his right side being the lighter and the left darker, especially the arm, which also has a light-colored tattoo of lines representing a sun symbol that covers from the shoulder to the pectoral and to the middle of the bicep. The right arm is covered by a long fingerless glove that reaches to the shoulder and is tied around the chest. He's wearing baggy pants with leaves coming out of the waist and legs, some... cloth boots? with a long toe bending sharply and curving in a geometric swirl with a bell at the tips, a bag hangs from the waistband of his pants and falls below his hips. His chest and neck are tied by ropes decorated with hanging stones, metals and crystals, he wears a pendant that ends in a carved symbol of a crescent moon with rays. Some of the 'sunrays' on his mask have ropes tied between them holding them in place and some metal dangling. Some red ribbons along with bells hang from his wrists.

“um... Helloooooo.” He greets again, this time he lowers his tone of voice. I manage to react, I turn around and walk away. “¡ah- eh- Wait!” Nope, I'm not going to wait and see what he does with me, I'm leaving. “He-! Hey!” Nope. I quicken my pace and try to get lost among the trees, changing direction every time he appears in my vision angle. “Human? Human-! FRIEND. Can I call you friend?!” Nope, nope, nopnop, nop, nop, nope. “Friend! Hey!” God, no, god, god, no, why are you following me? “Look, I know what you're trying to look for...! And believe me, you're not going to find it~!” How are you still following me? Where do you come from? “Hey! Listen! Why don't we do something else besides running in circles!?” Noooooooooo... “There are TONS of other activities we could do! Like... HOLY MOLY, look at this stick! Do you like sticks!?” Leave me aloneee... “You aren't looking at it! Okay, alright, you don't like sticks, erm... what might be of interest to you...” If I don't look at it it doesn't exist. “Could you help me a little here?” I want to leave... “Look, no matter how much you wander around, you won't find the portal-!”

“STOP—! STOP FOLLOWING ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” The sudden scream startles him again, making him jump in place. He stands completely still looking at me. I'm leaving before he gets angry.

“B-but I- ...okay.” I thought I heard him say before I left him behind.

It seems that this time he's not following me, finally... Although I'm not calm, he could still be following me and simply not be in sight. Anyway, I think I'm coming back? I hope I am. I want to find that portal as soon as possible and go back to the house- what the fu-? “WHY?”

He's there. Right where I left him. Sitting on a rock. Waiting. “...! I haven't moved from the spot!”

“Yeah- but- WHY?”

“Because I knew you were going to come back here!”

“...What?”

“Is what I was trying to tell you! You can't leave! No matter how hard you try to find the portal, it won't appear before you!” The Sunman exclaimed.

“…” I'm just about to turn around. In fact, I'm already turning around.

“N-No, wait! Please don't go!” I stop in my track and look back at him. He gets off the rock he was sitting on but remains squatting, almost at my height, a little below. I move back, keeping my distance. He puts his hands up. “Look, I'm not doing anything! I won't chase you! Just- ...don't go.”

“…”

“L-look, listen, there's no way it's going to show up! Well, not to you at least. But even if you find it back, it won't work! It only works when it wants to work.”

“...” Let's imagine that I trust what he says “Ok... and when does it want to be working?”

“...” “No idea!”

“...”

“...”

I'm about to collapse on the spot. At least he doesn't seem hostile, for now. “...” “Okay... Good... Great...” “...” “FanTAS-tic.”

“...” “You don't seem like it.”

*ಠ_ಠ* I could only look to the side in frustration in response to that. I looked back at him with concern showing on my face and grabbing the strap of my bag with both hands. “And... what... do you plan to do with me?”

He took his hand to the chin of his mask and with the other he held his elbow in a comical thoughtful pose. “MmmmnnDUN know! What do you plan to do?” He asked so nonchalantly. He ended up sitting on the ground crossing his legs. “You have a good while until the portal opens again...!”

“...”

“...”

“...”

He started swaying. The silence has become uncomfortable for a while now, but I can't organize myself on what to say, and I don't know if I trust him. I don't even know if he's human, although something tells me he's not.

“You could wait here.” He suggested, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Or anywhere else, if you want. I would recommend somewhere high like the treetops (for no particular reason)! If you're going to wait... But wouldn't that be really boring?” There was something in his tone of voice... “Being there... at the top of a tree... waiting... alone... with no friends to hang out with (can I call you a friend?). Aaall on your own until the portal opens again.” He looks aside for a moment “...” And back at me again. “With no one to be with you.” He repeats the head motion “...” “alone...” Wow... I wonder what he's implying, ahem. “Wouldn't you want to have someone...? ...Someone...keeping you company?” Yeah, yeah...

“...” I guess... “I-I guess I wouldn't want to be alon-?”

He rises to his knees. “That's what I thought! Do you want me to accompany you? Only if you want! But can I?” He clasped his hands together as if asking a favor.

“um...”

“Can I?Can I?Can I?Can I?Can I?Can I?Can I?” He approaches, dragging his knees on the ground.

I'm starting to miss personal space. “Okay! Okay, alright...”

“REALLY?” He started hopping and jumping around me. “OH, ohoho hO! Great! Oh, there are TONS of things we could do! Like... Like...!” He moves faster, doing bigger and bigger flips and jumps, it almost seems that he is very light, as if the breeze of air lifted him. “We could paint and decorate trees! Or we can also paint on rocks! Or paint leaves! Or paint us! Oh! We can tell stories! I'm very good at making shadows and puppets.” He moves from place to place with each sentence he says. “We can also play something!” It's moving so fast all I can see is the wind and the leaves it stirs up as it moves. “Anything! Whatever you want!” Finally he stopped in front of me half crouched. “What do ya say?! Hmm! Friend!?”

“Don't... call me like that.” Makes me feel awkward.

“Oh...why not-? Oh true, true! How silly, I don't know your name! What do you call yourself, potential friend?”

“...”

“...” “Aren't... you gonna tell me your name?”

I twist the bag strap “Depends...” I must say I'm a little skeptical about this. “Are there any consequences for telling you my name?”

“...Consequences...?”

“Like... I don't know... Mmm-by telling you my name I become your possession and cannot regain my freedom until... certain conditions are met...”

“...”

“...”

“Why- how-? Where did you get that from!?” It did sound a bit stupid when I said it out loud.

“I dunno- that's what they say in old children's stories about elves and fairies!” I just hope the embarrassment isn't showing on my face.

“Really?” I could feel his deadpan expression behind the mask.

I shrugged.

“...” “Okay... Oh, what if I tell you my name first? Will you tell me yours? It's only fair, I'm Sun!”

“...”

“Can I know your name now?” He asked expectantly.

“...How do I know you're not trying to trick me?”

“...” I must be driving him crazy with this “The only thing I can do with your name is treasure it in my memory.” He put his hands together as if he was carefully holding something and brought them to the forehead of the mask. I gave him a distrustful look. It doesn't seem like it made him desist “Please?”

I grip at my worn out bag strap “...” “ Fern...” I ended up murmuring.

“Hmm? Fern? OH, I like it!” “Sounds like FRIEND.” He emphasized the last word by making a gesture like jazz hands, leaning to the side and moving his head closer to me.

“Yeah... I think you are missing a couple of letters.”

He straightened his posture again. “Nope, I don't think so!”

“You're still not my friend.”

“Oooowwwwwnnnnnggghhh” He lowers his head dramatically until it practically touches the ground “nnnnnnngggghh, alright!” And cartwheels to stand up again “So... what will it be?”

“Hm?”

He straightened his posture and puts his arms on his hips “We have plenty of time, ya? What do you wanna to do?”

“I don't know, what do you want to do-?” Bad mistake.

“Come with me!”

“aaAAAAA-!” Before I knew it, he had grabbed my arm and I was being dragged through the woods. We visited several places and he offered me an activity to do in each of them.

—

Sun took me to a place where the trees were full of colorful paint “We practice painting on the trees here!” He said.

“Ah.” That explains the crossed out lines and the repeated imperfect shapes. By the look of it is also where he tests the quality of the paint.

“Do you want us to paint something!?”

“Not really...”

“Oh, would you prefer it to be on a rock?”

“Nah.”

“...And in star leaves-?”

“I don't want to paint, Sun.”

“Oh... Well, I can show you more places!”

“OkayyEEEEEE-” And I'm being dragged away again.

—

He brought me to another area of the forest, the ground here seemed more leveled. Not a single tree was straight, all of them were twisted and even seemed to be hollow. “How about playing something!? Like hide and seek-! No, wait, I can’t let you out of my sight.” He mumbled at the end “And chase?! We can climb a tree and see who reaches the top first! We have a place full of vines and it's perfect for swinging- and jumping from one tree to another-!”

“I don't... really want to move a lot…” With the way he runs without getting tired and me, who doesn't exercise... he would let me dead.

“Oh... well, theeen-”

—

We arrived at a place full of vegetation and humidity. Sun seemed quite excited... “This place is full of insects! We can look for cool bugs!”

“Mmmmmnoooo... I don't want to.” I had to tell him, trying to show as little disinterest as I could.

“You don't like them?” He sounded a little disappointed hearing my reaction.

“No, I do like them, some of them, but I don't like to touch them.” And I'm terrified of them flying into my face.

“Oh, well, it's okay!” He said brushing it off and we moved on to the next stop.

—

“I know that bird!” He stopped us on the way to point at a robin high up on a branch.

“ah.” I said as I removed leaves from my hair and clothes, and checked that I still had my glasses.

“He's a little rascal!”

“...” I think the bird is making us the equivalent of 'mooning'.

—

“Look fish-! Oh, they're gone…” The noise must have scared them away “We can go find more places to look at them if you want!”

“...” “...no, pass...”

“…”

—

“Look at this stick!” Sun had suddenly sprinted past me, picked up something from the ground, and came back just as fast, showing me the stick as if it were a sword.

“oh.” It's a cool stick, must admit it.

“Do you want to look for more sticks!?”

“No...”

“oh...” He looked at the ground in disappointment.

“Why would we go looking for sticks? There are all over the ground.” Specifically, in this area the ground was all sticks. We are literally just stepping on sticks right now. I don't see the ground.

“Variety!” Sun said pointing at the ground with both hands. A branch is heard falling in the distance.

—

“That's a deer!” He pointed at the deer passing nearby. The deer stopped to look at us.

“Yeah, I see.”

“We call 'em Adoquín!”

“...Why is it called Adoquí-?”

*THUMP!*

“…”

The deer smacked itself against a tree when trying to run away. It stands still for a minute, processing the hit, looks at a side and then the other, then runs off again but this time avoiding the tree.

Another *thump!* is heard in the distance.

“...” Alright.

—

“Do you wannaaaa look for pine cones? There will be some fallen around here. Oh! We can also look for mushrooms!”

I keep saying no to everything he suggests and it doesn't look like he's going to run out of ideas to pass the time. In fact, he's very insistent that we do something. I guess at some point I'll have to say yes to something. “...” “...okay...”

“Hmm?! Okay? Okay to what?” His exaggerated surprise offends me but I don't blame him.

“To... I don't know, pine cones?”

“...You don't look very convinced.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“OKAY! On the hunt for pine cones then!” I startle a little at the sudden shout. He makes a pose pointing in a direction, as if he were leading an expedition.

He takes me through the forest looking for pine cones. We aren't finding many, especially me who's not paying any interest. He tries encouraging me to put more effort into it but I keep looking at my boots.

We passed near a shingle river. I find a pebble at my feet and bend down to pick it up and take a better look. It's like a bluish gray, it has some reddish lines in the shape of waves, it feels good to the touch.

I hear the soft tinkling of a bell and feel a shadow fall beside me. “You like pebbles?” Sun is crouched next to me with his arms full of pine cones.

“…” I nod.

We go down to the river and spend some time collecting pebbles with curious shapes or small details of colors, lines, spots, etc. He comes over to show me one every time he finds weird shapes.

“…”

*rin* This time he's hunched over resting his hands on his knees. “You look… a little down.”

“…”

“Hey... we can do something else if you're tired of the pebbles.”

“...” I drop the pebbles I was looking at on the ground.

“...” He turns his gaze from me to the sky. It hasn't gotten late enough to be getting dark, but it's been a while between the walks we've taken (dragging me from here to there), looking for pine cones and then pebbles in the river. He looks back at me. “Oh, I know! Can I take you to one last place? A better place than the ones I've shown you!”

“…” I got up from the ground and waited for him to start leading to follow him.

We enter the increasingly thick forest. The trees are taller and bigger, in fact, I start to see platforms and bridges lying between the trees, I even see small shanties in them.

“Wait here!” He takes a run and jumps onto one of the trees with bridges. He takes three steps running up the tree, with a jump he pushes himself off and climbs with agility until he reaches the platform and climbs on it. “Just a moment!” It can't be seen from here but I can faintly hear some squeaks. I have no idea of what he's doin-

*rush*

“........eh?”

A rope.

A rope has fallen. At the level of my head.

“.......”

What?

…

He said he knew a better place.

No. It can't be this.

“Is it at a good height?! Can you reach it?!” He says...

It can't be.

A better place.

He can't be referring to this.

A better place.

A better place. A better place. A better place. A better place.

“Can you put your foot in?!”

“..........” For some reason what he said throws me off. “WAT-?”

“Can you put your foot in the loop and hold on to the rope so I can pull you up!?”

“..............”

“You can't climb trees, can you?! ...or you can?"

… “...” Oh “....It's...It's too high!”

“Okay!” Squeaks are heard and the rope descends to the ground.

I put my foot into the rope as he told me and hold on to it. “O-okay...!”

“Are you ready!?”

“Yes!”

“Okay!”

He begins to pull up the rope (which doesn't tighten around my foot as it supports my weight) and helps me up to the platform. (That's what it was for, obviously, what else would he want? I'm such an...) “Come on!” He says cheerfully, as always, and takes me over the bridges. “You seem tense... Don't tell me you're afraid of heights!”

“S-something like that... it's nothing.” He tilts his head at that but he says nothing. I have an unpleasant sensation in my throat.

We arrived at a high place with a view of waterfalls, I can't see above the trees. We sat on one of the bridges, resting our arms on the rope that serves as a railing and letting our legs hang off the bridge. I've thought about taking out the sketchbook to draw... but I don't really feel like it right now, so I just quietly observe the landscape. It is a better place, yeah.

…

I feel watched. I turn to look at him ...Of course he was looking at me. I don't even know whether to say something or keep quiet. ...I decide... not to say anything and look to the front.

“You... aren't very talkative, huh.”

“…”

“Not that it's a bad thing! Many people who have come here weren't very talkative at first either.” More people...

“...” “I have… nothing to talk about.” I don't want to talk.

“...” “Well, I do.”

“…”

“If it's okay with you, of course.” He laughed. Although something tells me that he is going to talk anyway.

“…”

“...” “What brings you to the forest?”

“...” Really? “I got lost.”

“Yeah, I already know!” He says between laughs “But what made you get lost?”

“...” “There was a group of kids I didn't want to get close to and I decided to go into the woods to lose them.” He makes a 'hum' sound and looks at me expectantly waiting for me to continue “And... I ended up getting myself lost...”

“...” “Only that?”

“...” “Well, yeah.” What do you mean 'oNlY tHaT'?

“...Mmm...” He places his hand on the chin of the mask.

“...” “What?”

“Nothing!” “...” “You know? You're the first human to visit the forest in a loooong time. For several cycles now…”

“Cycles?”

“Mhm” He nods.

“...What are cycles?”

Sun points to the sky “The turns that the Moon makes in the sky!” He emphasizes by rotating his arm in the air. It's pointing right at the Moon that's visible in the sky.

“Oh...” He uses the lunar cycles to know what day he's in, makes sense. “...” “So no one has been here in a while.”

“That's what I said! Well no, but yes!”

“A-and so the humans who came are still here? Have they been here all this time?”

“Yeah...! Well, no!” He paused. “They're gone!”

“What do you mean they're-?” He didn't let me finish the question.

“They are gone! They 'left'!” It sounded like he had given this answer many times already.

“What do you mean they left-?”

“They 'left'!”

“...” “...You mean...they disappear-?”

“Nope!” “...” “Something like that!” “…” “Mmmore or less…” He hesitated between one answer and another.

It seemed worthless to ask about the missing people. “...okay.” “Can I ask you-?”

“You can ask me anything!” A hint of nervousness escaped his tone.

“...okay. What is this forest?”

“My home! And the home of many other animals.”

“...” “Alright, and... how many are you...? How many of you live here? I mean. You have taken me everywhere and we haven't seen anyone of your…” I make a pointing gesture, spinning my hand around in the air. He can't be human, it doesn't look like he is. “...” “Honestly, I don't know what you are.”

“...” “There's only me... And someone else!” He looks away, as if trying to hide something.

“Oh... and who's that someone?”

“Oh! N-no, don't worry! He’s… just a friend… But it’s not important that you meet him or anything!” He brushes it off making a gesture with his hand. “Uh-um- How about we talk about you!? huh? What things do you like? Earlier, since you said no to everything, I thought you didn't like ANYTHING!” He continued talking without letting me respond. “I didn't know what to do if I ran out of ideas. I started to worry! But at least you're not one of those who spend all day shouting and threatening with a weapon in hand, ahaha...” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Um-”

“Well, you ran away screaming, yes.” He began to gesticulate widely as he complained “Like everyone-! No, not like everyone, some don't run, but those who, apart from running and screaming, attack you...! I mean...!” Something tells me he wasn't going to shut up and I was already half listening. “First they throw rocks at my head, then they insult me and run away. And I have to run after them because I can't just leave a human running around alone! No! I can't! Not in this forest! Anything could happen to them! But they never let me warn them!” He sounded tired. “And when I get them to stop running away from me, they throw things at me again and yell before demanding me to tell them where are they and how to get out of here, and when I explain it, they yell at me even more and accuse me of lying!” He turns to look at me with his hands pointing to his chest. “What reason would I have to lie?!” I don't know if he hasn't noticed or if he's ignoring the deapan I responded with. “UGH! I don't know what to do with those! But anyhow... I'm so glad we found something to do in the end!

“eh?” I snap out of my thoughts. It seems that now he is directing the conversation to me.

“The pebbles!” He sits turning his body towards me, leaving one single leg hanging from the bridge and the other resting on it. He takes out of his pocket some of the pebbles that he had been collecting with me. “I don't know why I assumed you wouldn't want to look for rocks. Maybe because you didn't want to paint them before... You left them back in the river in the end tho, I thought you would keep some.”

“Ah... I don't know. I didn't think I could take them with me.”

“You can keep some of mine!”

“No, it's okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You suuuuure??” He insist.

“Yeees.”

He puts a pebble very close to my face “Suuuuuuuure?” Each 'u' sounding higher than the last.

“...” I push the pebble away from my face “Yeeeees.”

“mmmh... Okay! But I hope you don't regret it later when you don't have a cool rock like these and think 'Oh man, I could have a cool rock right now!'.” After a bad impression of me, he keeps the rocks in his pants. “So... Besides pebbles, what else do you like? Mm? I haven't been able to deduce much from today.”

“Don't know.”

“What do you mean you don't know!? Oh! Is it a secret?” He approaches and starts to whisper, putting his hands to the mask's mouth “I won't tell anyone, promise.”

“No. I don't know.” I looked to the side. “I can't think of anything... so suddenly.”

“ooow...” He slumps a little over the railing, looking sad.

“…” I hesitate whether to say something or not “...Drawing...”

“Mmm?!” He no longer seems sad.

“And listening to music, I guess.” “It's... all I do... most of the time.”

“Really!? Oh! I also like drawing! And music! But is that really all you do all day? Don't you do other kinds of things? Like reading! Or writting. Don't you go out for a walk or play with your friends?” I wrinkle my face at that last bit and he tilts his head in confusion.

“I don't go out.” “I have comics, but I rarely read.”

“Comics?”

“Um... They are stories but instead of narrating what happens there are drawings and only what the characters say is written.”

“...It's a book with drawings?”

“Yeah, but with a lot of drawings on each page, from start to finish.”

“WOAH.” He sounded perplexed. “That's drawing A LOT.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Ahh, I'd love to see what they look like.” He rested his arm on the railing to hold his head in his hand “Too bad I can't…”

“I didn't bring them anyway.”

“Do you normally carry them around?”

“No, it's just that I didn't bring them to the village with me, I left them at home.”

“...” “Oh!” It seems that something has clicked on him. “You are not from the village.”

“No, I'm from a more urban area. My family used to come to the village every year in the summer, but we stopped coming. Now it seems that we are trying to get back into the habit.” I sighed.

“Why did you stop coming?”

“...That's personal.”

“Oh... okay.” He let a minute of awkward silence pass. “Hey, I can bring some books that I have at home! I think you might be interes-!” He looks away from me to the sunset behind us, the sun is almost gone. “-ted...” I look at the sunset too and then at him with confusion. “...” “...oh...oh-OH, Oh-no!” He stands up abruptly causing the bridge to shake slightly. What could have he seen? “We have to move!” He extends a hand to help me up. “We have to start moving!”

I get up in a hurry on my own, ignoring his hand. “O-okay, to where?”

“Come, run!” Once again he grabs me by the arm and leads me over the bridges between the trees until we reach a tree hut. It's small and dark, it looks like a small shelter. He opens the door and enters “You'll spend the night here, stay inside, do not go out, try to hide well and don't open the windows or doors, okay? Here, there are some blankets. I'll come back later.”

“Wait wait wait! What? What do you mean you'll come back later? What's happening? Why do I have to hide-!?”

“Sssh-ssh-sh” He grabs me and covers my hand with his, his left hand resting on the back of my right hand. He begins to speak in a calmer tone, with a voice that I had not heard him use until now. “It's okay, nothing happens. I have to go, I'll come back, but I can't stay now. You hide, try to rest, I'll be back, I promise.”

“...” I take my hand away from his. “Okay.” “I'll stay, but don't take too long.” Please, I don't want to be here alone.

“Yes. I'll be back.” He affirmed one last time. I watch him run away and disappear among the trees and undergrowth. I enter the small shelter to inspect it.

*TAP TAP TAP* *PLOK* *TAP TAP FOOSSSH! *

…? A noise comes from behind me. I turn around and there's a pebble on the floor.

…

Okay.

I take out my phones flashlight to see better inside the house. There are what appear to be some trunks, small cabinets, and a trapdoor in the floor, It seems that there are corners and blind spots for the windows where the little moonlight that enters through the cracks cannot reach. It's freezing cold and I haven't brought my jacket. I leave the bag on the floor against the wall, I cover myself with the blanket and curl up in a ball in the most hidden corner I can find. I'm tired, I want to sleep, but I can't close my eyes.

…

—

It's been a few hours now.

…

I can't sleep, I simply can't.

…

It doesn't look like he's coming back.

*creek*

…?

*rin*

*tap tap, creek*

Sun?

“S-...” I pause before saying a word, I have the feeling I shouldn't speak. I remain silent and wait.

*tap, tap, tap, creeeeeek, tap*

*rin dirrin*

If it were Sun he would have already let me know it is him. That or he's playing a prank on me which isn't funny, but I'd better stay silent. From the shadow I look at the windows. I notice movement through the cracks, something has just passed through the wall next to me.

*dirriring dirring*

I cover myself more with the blanket, back against the wall, I stay as still as I can, I leave a gap between the blankets and the floor to see. A red glow sneaks through the cracks in the window and scans the room.

…

The glow is gone.

*tap, tap, rin, tap, dirring, tap, tap*

It's on the roof.

…

*tap, tap, tap...*

It moves again.

*rin *

…

It sounded on the other side of the wall.

…

…

“nghehe...”

It laughed. Why did it laugh? Whatever is on the other side of the wall just let out a laugh that made the hairs on the back of my neck and all over my back rise.

…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no no.

I have to move. I have to get out of here. I can't stay here.

*creeek*

It came from the door. It's trying to get in.

*rin*

The trapdoor.

*rin dirring*

Where was the trapdoor?

*creek creeeek*

I crawl across the floor making the minimum noise, carefully feeling the floor, looking for the edge of the door.

*tap tap ring dirring*

…!

I found it. I open it carefully. It's too high. I'm at a very high altitude, I don't know if I'll be able to go down.

*rin, creeek...*

…

Fuck it. I slip through the gap quietly, closing it slowly, but that doesn't stop the door from creaking. I cling to the bark of the tree-

…

I left my bag. If it comes in and see it it'll know for sure that I have been there-

…

It doesn't matter now. I have to focus on getting down from the tree without killing myself. My fingers hurt and I can't put my foot down properly because of the soles of my boots. I feel like I'm going to slip at any moment. Somehow I make it to the ground. Still attached to the tree, I look up at the house. I don't see it-

…

A shadow appears from behind the tree. I press myself against the tree and hold my breath. It's looking for something. When he doesn't seem to look I move to a nearby tree, he moves to another tree, I move to the next, and the next, and the next. We continue like this until I start to get further and further away from him. When I think I've lost him I start running. I hide behind a tree to catch my breath.

…

I slowly peek out from behind the tree.

*rin*

…

It sounded above me.

…

I don't look up, I run.

“nnghehee...” He laughs.

He gives me a few seconds advantage before coming after me. The chase begins.

I run forward as much as I can, I hear his footsteps behind me but I don't look back, there's no time for that. I hear him laughing like a madman as he moves from left to right, from one tree to another, crawling on the ground, trying to confuse me, waiting for me to make the slightest mistake to catch me.

“Ah-” I trip. As soon as I fall to the ground I get up, ripping my stockings and scraping my knees, falling again, my nerves not letting me stand up.

“Nnhehehhehe...” Asshole. He has stopped running, he approaches by walking. I try to keep as much distance as my hands and legs allow me to move. I search desperately with my hand for something on the ground to throw. Finally my hand finds something.

I throw a rock at him “AGH!”

The rock passes by him, flying one or two meters away from him. He hasn't even moved, he didn't move a single muscle to avoid it, he just watches me still from where he is. I hear the nearby *pof* of the rock falling to the ground.

“...”

“...”

…

I get up and run. He grabs my leg and I fall to the ground again. He won't let me get up, every time I try he throws me to the ground. I struggle, I kick, but I don't break free from his grip. He never stops laughing, he is enjoying this. He drags me closer to him, no matter how much I twists, he doesn't let go. “ACKH-!...Hhhh-hh...-hh-h...” He grabs me by the neck, red pupils stared at me, I'm looking straight into his crescent moon mask (or waning, I don't know. Do you think I care right now?). He raises his free hand and his veins begin to glow a platinum color that extends to his fingertips. The hand approaches my face, I don't know what it's going to do to me, I'm scared, I don't want to look. I close my eyes, cover my face with my hands. I wait.

…

…

…?

Nothing's happening. It stopped. Why?

“Mun, nïe.” I hear Sun's voice. I open my hands a little to see what's going on. Indeed, it is Sun, several meters away from us... He looks exhausted. The one with the moon mask stares at him for a moment, until he decides to look at me again while bringing his glowing veiny hand closer. “¡Mun!” The Moonman looks at Sun again “Fehreh.” He seems to speak another language, I don't understand what he says.

“...” “Nïe” For the first time I hear him say something else besides laughing. Even though I can't understand him.

“Fïer pehgïer.” Sun responds.

“...” Moonman remains silent again.

“Bïelïe óubseh góuh...” Sun continues.

“Móu txehb móunsuvïe.” The Moon responds.

“Lïe bóu ¿Sóundïe mïesugïeb fehreh nïe txehtehrlïe?”

…

The air feels tense. Probably because of the hand grabbing my neck.

“¿Zkaóu fuóunbehb txehtóur tkaehnvïe nïe bóueh mehb zkaóu ïesreh rehuh óunsóurrehveh óun leh suóurreh?” Longest sentence I've heard him say so far.

“...” “Fïer óubseh góuh.” “...” “Vóuyehmóu óuntehrdehrmóu vóu óulleh” Sun takes a step forward “Nïe suóunóu fïer zkaóu ehtehkehr ehbu” Another step forward “Nïe sóunóumïeb fïer zkaóu txehtóurlóub... óubsïe” Another step “Óullïeb bïelïe óubsehn... fóurvuvïeb.”

“...” There's no response from the moon man.

“Behkehb tïemïe óub óubïe.”

“...”

…

The hand that grabbed my neck now grabs my shirt and yanks it. I grab his wrist as he pulls me to my feet and drags me to Sun, making me stumble. He throws me against him. Sun catches me before I fall over.

“Ska óubpkaóurhïe óub óun gehnïe.” The moon says something as he walks past. Sun puts a hand on his shoulder before letting him go, there's a pause between the two. The Moonman disappears into the trees. Wind and leaves are heard passing by.

…

He's gone. I feel dizzy. I fall down.

—

…

…

…

A faint light begins to seep through the cracks, illuminating enough to wake me up and make me open my eyes, I look around. I see my bag propped against the wall. I'm at the shelter where Sun left me.

…

My body aches, I have a hard time keeping my eyes open, it feels like I've been sleeping on the hard floor. No, wait, there are some blankets underneath me... It's still too hard to sleep well, either that or as I said, it shouldn't help me at all that everything hurts. After a while of staring at the ceiling I try to sit up. I emphasize trying. With every slight effort a pained moan escapes me.

“Oof...” Hurts.

*creek, tap tap tap tap*

Those wood creaks bring back bad memories from last night (which by the way, I'm alive, wow, I just realized), I can't help but cringe at every noise, I hear footsteps approaching, I try to move but the stinging pain prevents me from it.

*creek... *

The door opens.

Triangular shapes appear through the door followed by orange earth tones. “…Oh…!” “Early bird!” Thank god it's Sun and not the other one, or something worse “I didn't expect you up this early!” He says laughingly.

“ah?”

“How are you feeling?” He walks in. When he sets foot inside I lean back, towards the wall. “...” I don't really know why I did that. Sun stands at the door showing confusion with his usual head tilt. “...Arrr...re you okay, Fern?”

“...” I became tense suddenly. I really don't know still if I can trust him? He hasn't done anything to me yet but that doesn't mean that I can trust him. I don't know if he plans to do something with me like whatever that other one, the moon one, was going to do last night. “...ehh...hhh...h...” I can't get a word out, I'm afraid to ask.

“Mm?”

“...” I don't know what to say to him. My eyes go somewhere else.

…

He enters further into the house, ignoring that I keep my distance from him, leaves a bag he was carrying on the floor and begins to open the windows, letting in the little light of the dawn that is just beginning. He kneels on the floor in front of me with the bag. “Are you hungry?” He opens the bag and takes out an apple “Do you like apples?”

“...”

“No?”

“...”

“Um... I also brought berries... (It's what I had on hand coming here) There are... different types, you can choose” He brings the bag closer to me. I move further away. “uhhh...”

“...” I want to leave.

“You don't like them either...?”

“...” I don't want to eat. I want to leave.

“...”

“*snif... *”

“u-um...!”

“...*snif* *sob*...” I started crying out of nowhere.

“Ahhh...! D-do- don't cry! Ah-I-Um- Ca-can go find other things you might like-!”

I felt ashamed for crying and I put my hands to my face trying to wipe away the tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. “*hic, sniff, snif *” I looked away in an attempt to cover my face. I ended up looking at the floor, letting my hair act as a curtain.

“I can go in a moment!” Sun was already getting up.

“...w-want to leave...” I managed to get a murmur out.

“...W-what? Um...”

“...” *hic, hic *

“O-okay, um... If you aren't hungry... -we can do something else- uh- we can go look for rocks like yesterday in the river!”

“...” I don't want to do anything “...want to leave...”

“O-or we can do something else! Ah-bah-b-b-b- W-won't you like to go draw??! Somewhere, some landscape?! Wherever you want! We can draw together! If you prefer we can look for animals instead of landscapes!”

“...leave...want to...go... *hic, snif *”

“¡D-don't n- uh! ¡L-let's... um- let's not- uh!” He no longer knew how to order his words “H-hey, ¿Why don't we go to-?” He extends his hand towards my arm.

“I want to go home...”

He stops before touching me and removes his hand. “...” “...home?” There is a pause. He remains silent and unmoving. He finally speaks “Do you want…?” His tone became more serious.

“...”

“...to... go see the portal?” I look up slightly, I can't see through the tears and the fogged lenses of my glasses.

“...” I nod my head.

—

…

We didn't walk far until the red began to become visible. He brought me back to the portal. The same plain of red leaves and stone arch in the center of it all, as yesterday.

…

Sun has been quiet the entire time.

He advances towards the portal and stands facing it. He turns. “Come.” He extends his hand towards me. “You can pass through.”

“...”

I advance towards the portal. I stop before crossing. If it doesn't take me back home, what do I do? I don't want to stay.

A breeze begins to come out of the portal. The breeze turns to wind, the leaves rise, they pass through us. It's the same thing that happened yesterday when I went to cross. I turn to face Sun. Motionless, he looks back at me, the leaves pause in the air for a second as if time has stopped, the wind changes. From where the wind and leaves came now they come in, they push me towards the portal. I finally cross it.

…

Am I in the forest I know? I turn to look at Sun who stayed behind in the portal. “...Sun?” He's not there. I look around. He's not here. I've already crossed the portal, he must have left.

I notice a sudden draft pass by me. It's soft, like someone walking past you. I turn towards the forest, I have to start moving, I don't want to be here another minute.

...The air current that I noticed has lifted some leaves, they reach the trees, between them the wind does something strange, it forms a transparent silhouette. It looks like Sun, I can barely see him but I could swear it's him. The wind figure raises its hand and makes a gesture, it wants me to follow it. When I approach it turns around and walks into the forest, leaving a trail of leaves behind it. I follow the trail of the air current. Sometimes it stops to look at me, making sure I'm still following it. The red-leafed trees and the paintings disappear from view the farther we go. We crossed the forest until we arrived at the entrance of the town, near my house. There is no one on the street. If I walked into the house and pretended nothing had happened, officially no one would have noticed my absence.

I'm not one hundred percent sure if the wind figure that guided me is Sun or not, but I should at least thank him for bringing me back.

…

The air current has dissipated before I turn around. I look around, there's no one.

…

…

…

I enter the house, go up to my room and throw the bag on the floor. I go to the bathroom to wash. …I feel something strange in my hands but I couldn't say what. Doesn't matter. I change my clothes and get into bed, the tiredness of the previous night makes my body succumb immediately and I fall asleep instantly.

—

…

…

…

“ah...!” I wake up with my lungs begging for air. I need a moment to calm my breathing. I look at the clock without lifting my head from the pillow.

…

It is 12 midday. I rub my eyes and from my eyes I move to my face. I'm still tired. My body still aches. I stare at the ceiling.

…

My bag. I reach out to pick it up from the floor, making strange positions so as not to get out of bed.

I open it and search in the pockets. The bell. I put the bell to my ear. “...” I shake it.

*rin, diring diring*

“...”

I open it.

…

It's empty.

[lazyollie]

NINJAGO MLM HEADCANNONS?!

😭

Ninjago headcanons- Mlm edition

A/N: Don't worry here it is. It might be a little difficult for me because I'm lesbian, but everything for my requesters.

Includes: Cole, Kai, Lloyd, Jay, Zane, Benthomaar (hope I wrote his name right)

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Lloyd

☆° In the beginning of the relationship he felt anxious. About others reaction and that how this gonna work.

☆° He wants the best for and don't want to mess up. Eventually he loosen up (after some kisses and cuddles)

☆° In my opinion he's love language is physical touch and quality time.

☆° His favorite activity is that both of you cuddled up on the coach/bed and watching movies or talking.

☆° He might be even touch starved if you're away for too long. He will greet you with a long hug and in private he's not gonna let you go.

☆° He doesn't like pda at all. He thinks your love is private and no one should see you both of you being in the most vurnalable form. (It's not included when just the other ninja around)

☆° But if you beg him enough he will be fine with holding hands in public.

☆° Star gazing, comic dates is his preferences. His pretty introverted, but if you're an extroverted he will try his best to force some social activity on himself for you.

Kai

☆° He's love language is physical touch and acts of service.

☆° He loves to surpise you with flowers and other things that reminded him of you. He likes your face when he hands you a gift.

☆° When it comes to physical touch he can be sometines too much. He's definitely touch starved so; he holds your hands, waist.

☆° He's favorite physical contact is when he can hold your pinky finger. He says it's the most small and innocent way of physical touch.

☆° He loves no he ADORES your morning messy hair. When you wake up he suddenly wakes up too and follows you to the bathroom.

☆° Both of you brush your teeths and he's just looking at you through the mirror. He secretly likes it when you wake up grumpy it gives a plus point to your beauty.

☆° He likes to make you flustered but if you do the same he's in pure shock and doesn't know what to do with himself.

☆° If you're shorter than him he will tease you lightheartedly about your height and sometimes will place things to upper shelves so you will ask him to get it down for you so he can be your hero.

☆° When you notice this you would stop asking for help and just bring a chair to get it down. It will hurt his ego a bit, but don't worry he will learn not to mess with you.

Cole

☆° His love language is quality time and words of affirmation.

☆° He loves planning dates for you both. Usually a picnic, shopping or sometimes visiting a ?pastry shop? (I used google translate).

☆° If you struggle with insecurities then he's the perfect man for you because he will assure you that your perfect.

☆° He always there to compliment every detail about your outfit or look. Because he says nothing can make you ugly in his eyes.

☆° You could even shave your head bald and even like that he would be head over heels for you.

☆° About quality time..He's not that big fan of PDA. Not because he feels ashamed by next to you but it's safer both of you.

☆° He knows that not every people are nice or supportive. He doesn't want you to get hurt or attacked because of your love life.

☆° But if you're fine with it and take the risk he will gladly support you along; holding your hand etc. He can fight after all.

☆° Such a softy for you. No matter what you are doing he always by your side and support you in every way.

☆° I think he's emtionally intelligent so he's the best man you can look for if life gets a bit chaotic.

Zane

☆° He was so confused about his feelings first. Like all he sees is women and men but never the other way.

☆° Poor guy thought that something is wrong with him, but the ninja comforted him that it's normal to feel like this and he should get you.

☆° His love language is acts of service and quality time.

☆° Just as I said it he is confused and his feelings so to express his love for you he does things for you. Mostly without saying anything.

☆° Like you just come back to the Monastery after you hanged out with youself and a 3-course meal is waiting for you in the kitchen.

☆° He usually makes your favorite meals and stays with you while you eat them. If you ask him about his day he will yap about it making the mood better, but he will gladly listen to yours too.

☆° He likes to just stay with you most of the time watching you doing your hobbies or training.

☆° His favorite thing is when you do the same with him. Like his nindroid heart speeds up immediatly and gets all excited.

☆° He lives for telling you funfacts and teach you new things that he's proffesional in it like cooking, fixing tech things, how to build your own weapon.

Jay

☆° His loves language is physical touch and gift giving.

☆° When he comes home from a mission to you he always bring something he found or bought along the way which reminded him of you.

☆° His gifts can be the most randomest things ever. A rock, little figure or sometimes even a cat. You can never tell and that's what he likes.

☆° His motto is probably "Be random like nobody".

☆° His also touch starved in my opinion. He technically uses you as her personal charger, heater and pillow.

☆° He loves that you can make him feel so safe after years of trying to find his comfort. He sleeps next to you like a baby.

☆° His huge on PDA he wants everyone to know your taken and sometimes he can be possesive but just because he feels a bit insecure.

☆° Like you're literally so handsome and kind that he questions how did you end up with him.

☆° He quickly gains his confidence back when you kiss him in public. He feels floating in those moments.

☆° Probably the best ways to spend time with him is playing video games together. These are his two favorite things in the world.

Benthomaar

☆° His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

☆° He adores you so much that he can help but always be around you or have an arm/hand around you.

☆° In public he's not ashamed to hold your hand or do anything physical contact which belongs on the street (so nothing freaky).

☆° About his words he uses them super well. If your upset he's there in a moment and saying you comforting words.

☆° "I know you did you best and it's all that matters" "You don't need to be so hard on yourself, your strong"

☆° Many sentences like this left his mouth. Not just his words are calming but the way he says them. His talking is soft, quiet and gentle.

☆° He can make all your worries dissapear with his voice like it's magic.

☆°He's a total gentleman when it comes to your boundaries. He respects all of them one by one. (as he should but it's really surprising to you how much he cares)

☆° His dates are always surprising and beautiful. He showed you all the beaty part of his hometown under the sea.

☆° Mostly makes dates which connects to yours and his stories backgrounds so it hits both of you with nostalgia.

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That's all. I don't know why was I struggling with this headcanon so much but here it is a bit late.

Love y'all<3

[kaziwi]

Make A Wish

Character(s): Law

Summary: Law never liked to celebrate his birthday...but you had other plans

Note: this is one of two birthday fics i’m posting for law hehe

Also thank you everyone for 200 followers &lt;3

"Whatever you do...do NOT mention it's his birthday."

Those were the words Shachi warned you with two days ago. You were the newest member of the Heart Pirates and were still learning the ropes, but this confused you. Apparently your new captain, Trafalgar Law, didn't like to celebrate his birthday. Penguin and Shachi had told you that Law would force whoever mentioned his birthday to clean the toilets for a week.

The Polar Tang was docked at an island on the day of Law's birthday. It was strange to see everyone act if it was just a normal day, especially since for everyone else's birthdays the Heart Pirates went all out. You did notice everyone doing their work quickly and without complaint today, trying to take some of the stress off Law's back.

You were assigned to go into town and scout out which places looked good to restock. As you walked through the town, two specific shops caught your eye. First a bakery, you could smell the delicious treats coming from across the street. The second store that caught your eye was a children's comic book store, one that had a huge Sora Warrior of the Sea poster in the window. These two shops sparked a small idea in your head, and even though your crewmates had warned you, you just had to act.

You didn't return till later that night. Everyone had already eaten and some even went to bed. Usually you spent your nights playing cards with Shachi and Bepo, but tonight you wanted to see your captain. You slowly made your way to his quarters and mustered all your strength up to knock.

"Yes?" He called from the other side.

"Captain...can I come in? I need to talk to you about something."

"Yes you may enter."

The door creaked open as you stepped in. Law was sat at his desk, medical books and messy papers scattered on top.

"So Y/N-ya, what do you need?"

You cleared your throat and took out the box from behind your back/ You prayed that Law wouldn't get upset, but it was too late to turn back.

"Some of the others told me it was your birthday today...so I went out and grabbed something small for you." You sheepishly held out the box to him, hoping he'd accept.

Law paused for a second...then let out a long, tired sigh. He was angry, he hated when his birthday was brought up. Thinking about the day he was born reminded him of too much...Cora...Lami...his parents...

He just wanted those thoughts to go away.

Immediately when you joined the crew, Law knew he felt different about you. Everything you did was perfect, even your flaws were somehow amazing. If it was any of his other crewmates, even Bepo, he would be screaming his head off...but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to yell at you.

"Thank you....thank you Y/N-ya. You didn't need to get me anything." He took the box from your hand and set it down on his desk. Slowly he opened it, and instead of the angry reaction you expected, you were met with eyes of shock.

"Y/N-ya....where did you get this...?" Law said, holding up the poster that you had bought from the comic book store.

"Um...I saw it at a store in town. If you don't like it I can still return it-"

"NO," Law shouted, "This is the limited edition only 100 copies made poster. I've only seen pictures of it....I didn't even think it was real.."

Law stared at the poster for a few minutes longer while you stared in silence. After he was done being a nerd, he set the poster down and noticed something else in the box.

"A...cupcake? Y/N-ya I don't-"

"I know," you cut him off, "but they are gluten free and trust me they are super yummy! If you don't like it I'm sure Shachi will devour it."

Law looked at the cupcake with caution. He slowly rose the cupcake to his lips, getting ready to take a bite...

"STOP!" You yelled, startling Law. You dug into your pockets and pulled out a small wax candle and a lighter, "I almost forgot to put this on it."

You placed the candle on the cupcake and lit it. The flame shined brightly on Law's face.

"...What do I do now...?" Law asked, looking at you in confusion.

"It's easy, you make a wish, then blow out the candle!"

Law examined the cupcake, looking at it from all angles, then stared right back at the flame. He closed his eyes, and you couldn't make out his mumbles of a wish. After that was done he took in a big breath of air and blew out the candle. You softly clapped as Law's cheeks turned pink.

The rest of the night was spent with Law eating his gluten free cupcake as you talked about Sora and how much he loved it. When you looked at the clock next you noticed it was already 1 am. As you said your goodbye began to walk to the sleeping quarters, Law grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

"Thank you for tonight Y/N-ya...maybe I'll celebrate my birthday again next year."

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: not a request even tho i have loads of those that i need to be working on lmao. this is self indulgent as yesterday was my bday and i love mikey hehe. he's so underrated askifeigvgh- but thats okay, cuz that means i don't have to share him~ ^3^ too tired to edit so pls ignore any and all mistakes. thankies. <33 and that gif-- fjssksjdjgu so hot. O//.//O too tired for spam tonight, but have this imagine to make up for it!

warnings: mature langauge/swearing. tooth rotting fluff.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @bibiz82 @raphslovemuffin80 @raphielover @tmntspidergirl

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Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day/night! Stay safe and make sure to take care of yourselves! I'm sending all the virtual hugs to you~! <3

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"Happy bir-" Michelangelo sputtered as a pillow was launched in his face, cutting off his singing. He pursed his lips in a pout as he gazed down towards a very grumpy and tired looking Y/n.

"It's 4:30 in the morning." She hissed.

"Told you she'd be pissed." Raph grumbled from behind Mikey, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Leo and Donnie were there too, and didn't seem surprised by this at all. "Technically," Donnie added, pushing up his glasses with a finger. "We all did."

"Awe, c'mon Angelcakes. It's your special day!" Mikey plopped down on her bed, making the mattress squeak and bounce under his weight. Y/n glowered, turning away from him and onto her side.

"It's 4:30 in the fucking morning." she repeated, as if that answered everything.

Mikey huffed, "Y/n," he drawled out her name, poking her side teasingly. "We have the whole day planned. And there'll be cake and presents~"

Y/n sat up, hair a mess and looking like she was about to murder somebody. "Mikey," she grabbed her alarm clock next to her bed and shoved it into his face. He snorted and shoved it away. "Y/n." he mimicked her tone, a smirk practically plastered to his pretty green face.

Y/n's shoulders sagged in annoyance. "Can't this wait till tomorrow?"

"Technically-" Her glare shut Donnie up and he flashed a sheepish and slightly apologetic smile.

"No. It can't. C'mon, don't be a party pooper. It'll be fun." Mikey tucked a few strands of her wild hair behind her ear and Y/n's cheeks warmed at the action.

"You know what will be fun?"

"Hmm?"

Y/n flopped back down and pulled her covers over her head. "Going the fuck to sleep."

Mikey rolled his eyes and let out a comically long sigh. "I guess you leave me no choice." Y/n shrieked as the blanket was pulled off of her, eveloping her in cold and causing a chill to run through her bones. Before she could so much as blink, Mikey grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms. "Leo, grab her something nice to wear. Raph and Donnie, to the batmobile!"

"Mikey I swear to- Leo you better not- put me down! Guys this isn't funny! I'm only wearing a t-shirt and undies!" Y/n slapped Mike's shell a few times but he didn't seem to care.

"Nothing we haven't seen before babes. Well, at least I haven't." Mikey teased, reaching up with his free hand and patting her bum. Y/n's face blossomed in heat and she covered it with her hands in embarrasment.

"I'm disowning all of you." She grumbled and Leo's lips lifted into a tiny smirk. "We're not related so you can't disown us."

"Unfortunetly, Fearless is right. You couldn't get rid of us even if you tried, Tiny." Y/n removed her hands from her face to glare at Raph who was clearly amused by this whole ordeal. She stuck her tongue out towards him and he mocked her by doing the same.

"Assholes. All of you are assholes."

"If it helps, I said we should just wait till 7 at the earliest." Donnie spoke up, "I know how much you like to sleep."

"And that's why you're my favourite."

Mikey slapped her ass causing the h/c haired female to yelp in surprise. "Mikey! What the hell?!"

"As your boyfriend, I should be your favouite." He stated with a huff. Though if she could see his face, she could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. Y/n once again slapped his shell, as it was the only thing she could reach being thrown over his shoulders like she was.

"You dink!"

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When they finally got back to the lair, Y/n was surpised to see the entire place decked out. There were balloons and streamers. Fairylights, lanterns and candles. A playlist made up of her favourite songs seeping out of some speakers. They even had a disco ball creating soft sparkles of light. And snacks galore.

Y/n's eyes began to water and she reached up to cover her mouth with her hands. "You guys.." Her voiced wavered and she turned to look up at all of them with a happy tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Thank you. You didn't have to do all of this."

"Don't thank us, it was Mikey's idea." Leo hummed, smiling down towards his friend.

"We did most of the work tho-" Raph was elbowed by the leader and he shot him a look.

Mikey all but beamed down towards his girlfriend. And even though she was in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear, with her hair a frazzled mess and tear streaks on her face. He swore she had never looked more beautiful. Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, which he gratefully accepted. Scooping her up in his arms and giving her a good squeeze. She cupped his face in her hands and peppered the entire thing with kisses. Earning a happy chortle and a cute churr from the mutant.

"Thank you, Mikey baby. I love you." She mumbled, resting her forehead against his own.

"Not as much as I love you." He cooed and Raph groaned in annoyance. Faking a gag.

Y/n rolled her eyes as Mikey set her down and then she went to hug all three brothers. "Thank you guys."

"You're welcome." Donnie and Leo said in unison. But Raph could only smirk, "What, no kiss?" he teased and this time it was Y/n who elbowed him.

Y/n went to the bathroom to get changed into what Leo grabbed for her as well as get ready for the rest of the day. While she did that, the four brothers went into the kitchen to prepare her birthday breakfast.

Michelangelo made the pancake batter and worked on crisping up some turkey bacon.

Donatello started on making coffee, tea, and pink lemonade for the group.

Leonardo washed and cut up some fresh fruit.

And Raphael set up the table.

It didn't take long for Y/n to come back, wearing a cute sun dress and hair no longer a mess. She even had a bit of makeup on. Her eyes lit with amusement as she watched them all do their own thing. Raph, who had finished with the table a good while ago, was now sneaking fruit from Leo who looked like he was about to murder him. Donnie was munching on a pop tart, holding a cup of coffee in one hand as he watched Leo and Raph bicker. And Mikey was singing along to whatever song was playing, completely distracted with trying not to burn the food.

Y/n walked up to her mutant boyfriend and pecked him on the cheek in greeting, stealing a blueberry from a bowl that was sitting next to him.

"Hey, whatcha making?"

"Blueberry pancakes, your favourite." He mused, bending down to capture her mouth in a saccharine kiss. She hummed against his lips, whisking herself away to make herself a cup of coffee.

"You have good taste, Lee." She mused, leaning against the counter next to Donnie and stealing a nibble of his pop tart. He didn't seem to mind.

Leo smiled, glad she had liked what he picked out for her. "It is your dress, so I didn't do much."

Y/n shrugged, "Still. You picked well."

They chatted for a bit among themselves before Leo left to get Splinter and they all sat down at the table to munch on a very early breakfast. And despite still being tired, Y/n had to admit, she was having a great time and was glad they pulled her out of bed.

After breakfast, they all helped clean up before playing a bunch of board and card games. This included monopoly, uno, the game of life, gin rummy, and poker. Of course, Mikey wanted to play strip poker- but it was clear it was only to see Y/n in her birthday suit.

After playing for a few hours, April, Casey and Vern came down to the lair. Bringing lunch which consisted of burgers and french fries.

They talked and laughed for a while as they ate. Y/n had her legs splayed across Mike's lap and he rest his hands on them. Giving them a soft squeeze every now and then.

Eventually, half way during the conversastion, Y/n grew quiet. Simply staring at Mikey with a small and content smile on her soft pink lips. Mikey, feeling her gaze, turning his baby blues onto her with a grin. "What's up?" He hummed, squeezing her leg again.

"You're beautiful." She mumbled, smile only growing.

Mikey's face heated with a blush and she swore he shone as bright as the sun. "Aren't I supposed to say that to you?"

Y/n shrugged. "I guess I beat you to it."

Mikey let out a small laugh. "I guess you did. C'mere." He reached for her hand and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her from behind and planting a few tender kisses to the exposed skin of her shoulder. Y/n bit her lip to contain her giggles, hardley being able to stop from grinning as he rest his chin on her shoulder and continued talking to the group as if this little interaction had never happened.

After lunch, they piled into the living room to play some video games and watch one of Y/n's favourite tv series with her. She chose Gossip Girl, and she wasn't surprised when they all got into it.

Even Raph who tended to claim he didn't like to watch "girl shows". Everyone always knew he was bullshitting.

"He's so hot." April hummed, leaning back in her seat and missing the offended look on Casey's face.

"I know." Y/n hummed, "Chuck Bass is the best."

"I thought I was the best." Mikey teased from next to her, biting her cheek softly.

"True. But he's.."

"Chuck Bass." April chimed and Y/n giggled at the reference. "Also true."

"I don't get it, why aren't Blair and Chuck together when it's so clear they wanna be with each other?" Raphael grumbled, gesturing towards the two on the television.

"Because he's afraid to feel." Casey piped up, making it sound so obvious.

"Maybe he doesn't want to corrupt her?" Donnie added, sipping a juice box contendedly.

"I think it's because he just wants to have sex with multiple girls. He's not the settling type." Vern said, popping a chip into his mouth. "In other words, a man whore."

April and Y/n shared a look. "I think he's talking about himself here."

"Yes, he must be." They jested and Vern rolled his eyes. His phone beeped and he was quick to pull it out to check the notification.

"That's work. I gotta cut this party short, I'm afraid." He stood up, handing the chip bag to Raph before approaching Y/n and planting a quick kiss to her temple. "Happy birthday, kiddo."

Y/n smiled, accepting the small box he handed to her. She opened it up, revealing a gold necklace with a single gold daisy pendant. "Awe, Vern, it's beautiful. Thank you." She pried Mikey's arm off of her and stood to give him a quick hug. Vern seemed rather pleased with himself that she liked his gift. (He actually called April for tips to make sure he got her something she liked-)

"You're welcome, Y/n. I'll see you later." He said his goodbyes to the rest of the group before leaving.

Mikey helped Y/n put her necklace on and then they continued watching a few more episodes of Gossip Girl before deciding to order dinner, which was chinese. April and Casey decided to pick it up but they had a while before it was ready so they played some COD Black Ops 2 zombies to pass the time.

Y/n lay comfortably against Mikey as he played with Casey, Raph and Leo. Donnie elected to sit on the sidelines and watch. He, April and Y/n were currently betting on who would kill the most zombies.

Casey was in last place, as predicted. But Raph actually won by three more kills than Mikey.

Y/n groaned as she slapped a five dollar bill in Donnie's exposed hand. She had bet on Mikey, of course. While April bet on Leo. Casey seemed mildly offended by that, which she found amusing.

After enjoying a delicious dinner, which Y/n couldn't even finish since there was so much of it. Thankfully, Mikey was more than willing to eat her leftovers. They went back into the living area for Y/n to open her gifts.

Casey was first, he had gotten her a lovely new hoodie in her favourite color. With a pair of socks with turtles on them. Which she found utterly fantastic.

April was next, she got Y/n her favourite body spray, lotion, and a pack of scrunchies. Paired with a bottle of wine and a gift card to one of her favourite shops.

Leo followed, he got her some new teas to try and two adorable mugs for her growing collection.

Raph went next, giving her a massive blanket which he had knit himself. This was paired with a few plushies as he knew she loved them. One of them was even a turtle.

Donnie went after Raph, as Mikey insisted on being last. He got her a gift card to her favourite coffee shop/cafe as well as three new books she had be itching to get her hands on.

Master Splinter followed Donnie. He had gotten Y/n some new potted plants he had picked out just for her. One which included her favourite kind of flowers. He also gave her a scrap book he made with pictures of his sons when they were younger. They all groaned and complained at that, but there was no way in hell she wasn't seeing and keeping those photos.

Finally, it was Mikey's turn.

He had gotten her some fancy pens and a new journal because he knew she was an aspiring writer and loved to write. He also gave her some handmade jewlery he had made specially for her. She adored the turtle charm hanging from one of the bracelets. This followed by an acrylic painting of the city. Yes, he painted it himself. And then a small leather book that looked quite worn.

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed and she glanced up at him in question. But Mikey could only smile down at her, clearly excited, and even a tad nervous, for her to see what was inside.

When she opened the book, Y/n's eyes widened in shock. She was so gobsmacked, she didn't know what to say.

The entire thing was filled with his drawings. And they weren't drawings of just anything, they were all of her.

Tears pooled in those big e/c orbs of hers as she flipped through the sketch book. Pencil, charcol, pen, colored pencil- you name it. He used it all. And that wasn't the only thing. Each drawing had a date scribbled in his writing. And it started long before they had even started dating.

"Oh my god.. Mikey.." Her voice wavered and lip trembled as she continued to look at the drawings.

She remembered some of them, too. As some were drawn during specific moments. Like one where she was reading a book while leaning against her bedroom window as it rained. One where she was flower picking out in the country on a trip they took one time. Another where she was hunched over her desk, writing away in one of her many journals.

Turning to face her beloved boyfriend, Y/n couldn't help but cry as she embraced him. Throwing her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face into him. Mikey could only laugh, shoulders shaking lightly as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her shoulder and taking a large inhale.

The other's sent them looks, clearly confused on why she was crying and what was in the book. Donnie reached over and grabbed it gently, clicking his tongue once he saw what was inside.

"Do you like it?" Mikey mumbled, and Y/n pulled away a bit so she could look at him in astonishment. "Do I like it? Mikey, I love it. This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you." He cupped her face with his much larger hands and swiped away her still falling tears.

"Of course, anything for my Angelcakes." He hummed, pressing a kiss to her cute nose. "I love you."

Y/n's heart swelled, she didn't think she could ever feel more happy. "I love you more."

"I love you most." Michel quipped, quoting Tangled and making Y/n roll her eyes playfully. "Impossible." She hummed, pressing a firm but tender kiss to his lips.

"Wow, Mike, you really went all out huh?" Casey mused, after chancing a peak inside the sketchbook.

Mikey beamed, "Like I said, anything for her."

"You just had to out do us, ya little shit." Raph teased, smirking towards his younger brother.

"But of course."

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After chatting for a while they put in some of Y/n's favourite movies. Eventually, April and Casey had to leave and wished everyone a goodnight and Y/n one final happy birthday before leaving together.

One by one the mutant turtles left, until it was just Michelangelo and Y/n left.

A movie still played in the background and they were laying on the couch, all cuddled up under Y/n's new blanket together.

Mikey's hand rubbed her back, slowly moving up and down while she rest her cheek against his chest. Legs tangled together and hearts beating as one.

"Are you still mad that I woke you up so early?" Michel asked, glancing away from the screen and towards his beloved.

Y/n moved her head so she was looking up at him. She couldn't help but smile. "No. This was quite possibly the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you." She leaned up and brushed her lips against his own and Mikey hummed in delight.

"I'm glad. That's all I wanted... But y'know.. there is one gift I haven't given you yet."

Y/n arched a brow in confusion before she noticed the massive smirk crawling onto his face. "Mikey, we can't do it here-" she was cut off as once again Mikey delivered a swift smack to her ass. Y/n squealed and Mikey took this chance to flip the two of them so she was on the bottom.

Then he peppered her entire body with kisses. ;)

[the-batacombs]

Ooh okay this looks fun. Thanks to @zahri-melitor for tagging me in the TBR meme. Let's go!

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If you have a To Be Read list/pile (comics, books, whatever):

What title(s) are you currently reading?

"Currently reading" is fun because there's a lot of stuff I stalled out on when I got busy and am going to get back to. Right now the top of the list is The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson and The Ionian Mission by Patrick O'Brian (Aubrey-Maturin #8). I'm a bit of the way through Green Lantern (2005) and The Flash (2016), which are the top long series I'm trying to push through at the moment. I'm currently partway through Justice League Rebirth Deluxe Edition #3, which is just Justice League (2016) #29-#33, because I wanted better context for the Legacy arc.

What title(s) are up next on your reading list?

Up next is definitely going to be Treason's Harbour by Patrick O'Brian (Aubrey-Maturin #9) just as soon as I've finished the previous book. I'd really like to get to Cory Doctorow's Red Team Blues and N. K. Jemisin's The World We Make in the near-ish future. In comics, the last volume of Gerry Duggan's Invincible Iron Man: Iron & Diamonds, Ostrander's Suicide Squad, and then getting back to where I'd stalled out in PKJ's Action Comics Warworld Saga and Green Arrow (1988). Also, picking up Robin (1993) from where I left off.

What title(s) are your emotional support TBRs and you’re planning to get around to them. One day. When the stars align?

When the stars align...K. J. Parker's Saevus Corvax Deals with the Dead and especially Parker's Engineer trilogy. John M. Ford's The Dragon Waiting. Samuel R. Delaney's Tales of Nevéryön. Moby-Dick by Herman Melville. The Inugami Curse by Seishi Yokomizo. Stations of the Tide by Michael Swanwick. I could go on and on.

For comics...the last part of Tamaki's Detective Comics run, which at this point I think is the Shadows of the Bat arc. The space-era Green Lantern/Green Arrow stuff. Alan Moore's Swamp Thing. One day I'm going to cave and go to DCUI and read the rest of Batgirl (2000) and The Books of Magic (1994), but as long as I've got so much unread I can still access for free from the library, I'm trying not to spend the money on it. Also, it's nice to know that I have issues of Batgirl (2000) waiting for me on a bad day. Dawnrunner (2024) by Ram V/Evan Cagle is also very much on the TBR. I stopped reading Ram V's Detective Comics when my schedule got disrupted and I'm still not caught up, but that's my number one rainy day story tucked away in my boxes.

I've never run into the phrase "emotional support TBR" before and it's making me laugh. That's fantastic.

Have you taken anything out of your TBR pile recently, and why?

I...am very bad at taking things out of TBR, but I did finally decide not to put pressure on myself to finish Saga (2012), because I was already getting frustrated with where they were taking it and don't really want to get reinvested. It's such a good comic but it was already on the edge of my comfort zone. Maybe once it's all finished, I'll take a week to read it...but maybe not.

I don't know if it's quite the same thing, but it has the same impact on my TBR, so: dropping Batman and Nightwing and Birds of Prey as ongoing titles. I've stopped trying to push myself through Green Arrow: Year One, because it's not clicking at all, and I also stopped actively pursuing Green Arrow (2001), because I got to the Winick era and stopped enjoying it.

It turns out I have taken exactly zero novels out of my TBR in recent memory. I only add new books and shift priorities around.

Okay, ummmmm, tagging @faillen @aurpiment @venomousmaiden @galacticlamps if you feel like it! (Hi, it's 1968-100a reporting from the DC sideblog.) I would bet good money some of you have cool books on your TBR and I would love to Hear About Them.

[tec-ask-blog]

THE SMELTINGVILLE CLUB OFFICIAL AU

RULES!

NO NSFW

NO OCS (sorry! More on this later tho)

NO SHIPS (however, feel free to ask about sexuality n stuff. No ships ≠ no romance lol)

ask as many questions as you want, I love drawing them

Please do not repost my art without credit

Please remember, this is all for fun! I am simply an account doing an ask blog (an rp if you wanna call it that). I am only one man, I cannot answer everything in one day. Give me some time. :)

“Who can I ask questions?”

You can ask basically any canon character anything. For some characters I probably won’t respond if they’re not a high demand, but this doesn’t count for the main club. You can also ask questions to all of the boys parents! I know they’re not mentioned a lot, but a lot of people love making their own versions. I am those people. Also, feel free to ask either of Bills sibling something (Jane, his older sister, or Tommy, his younger brother.) or Pete’s siblings something. (As of the moment, Pete’s siblings have not been fully thought out by me, but I’m getting there.) The parents and siblings ARE cannon, we just don’t have enough for me to NOT make up stuff for them.

“How should I phrase my question?”

If you’ve never done an ask blog before, this is just my simple help. (Some advice is also to just see how other people have been asking)

I’d prefer if you’d name the character you wanna ask a question IN the question (ex: “Pete, what’s your favorite movie?”) BUT I also don’t mind if you add them in parenthesis after the question. (This is usually more useful for questions directed at 2 or more people.)

The AU itself

This AU is insanely simple, it’s basically just the club if they liked each other a bit more and had more in depth lives. Basically beyond what the comic shows us. Their designs are slightly changed up a bit (you can still tell who’s who though lol.) In this AU the boys are all 17, they’re all also still in HS. Some of them have had jobs, but they didn’t last long. Nothing crazy, lol.

“Anything else?”

I plan to add on a lot more to this AU. Think of it like uh… casino cups or smth. I do have a lot of lore in my head that is entirely based on canon, but the only way I’ll share is probably through questions asked. I’ve always wanted to have an ask-blog type rp for something I like, and I love TEC so it means a LOT to me that people are enjoying it so far! If things keep sailing smoothly, then I’ll also drop some lore bits here and there….

This blog from now on will ALWAYS have #the smeltingville club on all the posts. If you ever make fanart of these versions or anything like that, feel free to use it too man!

EDIT: Hey guys, I’m also a nerd in HS. So if it takes a few days to upload new art/replies, just remember that I also have a life to live. Thank you for understanding. Also, thanks for all the support I’ve been getting! I love you all so much, remember to drink water and stay safe! :)

[bunnyjam-imagines]

✨Love Languages✨

(The first of a few posts I plan to do in the next week, this one was just the closest to being finished, so I got it done first! Sorry if they’re a little inconsistent, I started them 2 months ago and finished them today.)

(Backgrounds/pics from Pesterquest!)

(Edit: Tag yourself I put the wrong pic in Dave’s section)

Dave:

-Dave’s giving love language (aka how he expresses his affections) is gifts.

-And what better gift than a sick nasty rap about how great he thinks you are? Or maybe one about how much he loves you?

-He’d be super into those cheesy couple’s shirts, too. Ironically, of course.

-Dave loves to gift you dumb, off-brand or off-the-wall shit he finds online, too. Super ugly, lumpy Garfield? Sign him up. ‘Harry Potter hates Ohio’ t-shirt? Hope they got your size. ‘This Christian Mom HATES Stuart Little’ bumper sticker? Doesn’t matter if you have a car or not, you better find something to put it on.

-If all else fails, he’s at least got some Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff comics as gifts to fall back on.

-Dave’s receiving love language (aka how he prefers to receive affection) is touch.

-Much like most, if not all, of the other Striders, Dave is touch-starved. After the sort of upbringing he had, however, who could really blame him.

-He loves holding your hand in public, and absolutely adores how warm and cozy you feel against him whenever you hug him.

-He would absolutely never admit it, but he lives for stupid, cheesy gestures, like a posh bow and kiss on the hand, or a movie-esque kiss under some sort of spotlight (even if it was just because the bulbs in your kitchen died, and there’s only one functioning atm.)

-His favorite, though, are the soft, early-morning kisses he gets from you, before either of you are fully awake. The tickle of your breath across his face makes him smile more genuinely than he ever thought he could.

Dirk:

-Dirk’s giving love language is acts of service.

-He’s not usually the most helpful guy, despite how capable he is, so going out of his way to help those he cares about is a pretty big thing for him.

-Even if the person isn’t aware of the act he did, it still does him some good, internally, to do these little acts for them, no matter how small.

-Long day at work? Let him draw you a bath. Too tired to cook? He’ll order take-out.

-The list goes on. He’s not the best at expressing himself through words, or being open about that stuff, but he really tries to express just how much he cares through his actions.

-His receiving love language, on the other hand, is quality time!

-He’d honestly be pretty satisfied with you just sitting across the room from him while he works on something.

-Just knowing you’re nearby is a huge comfort to him. It helps him feel less lonely.

-It’s also the easiest for the both of you, given how he has a lot on his plate, usually.

-It also helps him get a better idea on what things you might need help with (allowing him to utilize his giving love language of acts of service!)

Hal:

-Hal’s giving love language is acts of service.

-Being that he was stuck in a pair of goofy anime shades for quite some time, he had a decent chunk of time to hone his skills in various fields. Just give him the word, and he’ll do his absolute best to help you.

-Stuck on a college assignment? He’s got thousands of college books at his disposal, free of charge. Can’t remember the name of a song that’s been stuck in your head for weeks? Hum it for him, and he’ll scan through his database until he finds a match.

-He’s especially good with computers, so if you need help with anything of that sort, he’s your guy. Hell, he’ll even build you one if that’s what you want.

-Hal isn’t very good at cooking, despite the wealth of knowledge at his fingertips, but he is great at finding coupons for take-out places, so he’ll always have your back if you’re ever too tired to cook dinner.

-To no one’s surprise, Hal’s receiving love language is words of affirmation.

-Touch is a close second, but nothing beats hearing you tell him just how much he matters to you, and how much you love him. <3

-He especially likes it when you tell him specific things you like about him, personality or accomplishment-wise. Anything to prove to him that you view him as an individual and not just the “bad parts” of Dirk.

-Even simple stuff like “thank you”s are enough to get him feeling a little puffed up in the chest.

-Every time you say “I love you” his circuits heat up a little.

Davie (Trickster!Dave):

-Hickies aren’t technically a love language, but-

-Davie’s giving love language is touch! (Not that that surprises anyone)

-It’s pretty well-known that tricksters adore physical expressions of love (kisses, hand holding, snuggling), and Davie is no exception!

-You’re pretty much always touching whenever the two of you are out in public, which is honestly good for the both of you since Davie tends to float absentmindedly, and you two certainly don’t want to get separated or lost from one another.

-At night (or whenever the two of you find time to snuggle), he enjoys wrapping himself around you like a koala, kissing and smushing your cheek, affirming over and over how deeply he adores you.

-Davie’s receiving love language is gifts!

-He adores receiving just about anything from you, since he sees it as inherently special due to coming from someone like you.

-He especially loves receiving something that the two of you can match to one another (like those touch bracelets, or even just a regular matching colorful bracelet!)

-If you give him any kind of edible gift (such as chocolates, candies, etc.) he will love you forever. (His favorite flavor is strawberry, btw!)

-Not that many people would guess on first glance, but Davie’s also really into videogames, so any gaming paraphernalia or related merch would absolutely send him over the moon!

David (Heinoustuck!Dave):

-David’s giving love language is gifts!

-A little surprising, maybe, until you consider the fact that he’s at least partially bird. A crow, more specifically.

-So when he sees little shiny or pretty things, he automatically thinks of you! Surely, you’ll love getting another slightly dirty coin he found on the sidewalk, won’t you?

-He does go out of his way to pick nicer gifts, sometimes, though.

-If you’ve had a tough week, guess who snagged some of your favorite treats to unwind with? That’s right. This guy.

-David’s receiving love language is acts of service.

-David is a pretty self-sufficient sort, and doesn’t particularly want for much. However, he certainly won’t turn you away if you offer to help with something a little trickier.

-He absolutely adores it when you help him preen his feathers or brush his hair.

-Additionally, helping him to find clothes that can work with his- ahem- unique situation, or even just helping him to fluff up his sleeping area (re: borderline nest of clothes and trinkets) is also greatly appreciated.

-He’s always messing around with something or other, so as long as you’re there to back him up, everything is peachy keen!~

Davian (Davesprite):

-Davian’s giving love language is quality time.

-Given the crazy darting around and timeline-hopping he’s used to, he finds it nice to just relax with the person he loves, staying around them for as long as he can.

-Even if you’re both doing something else, it’s comforting for him to know that you’re not that far away.

-He especially loves to experience things with you, like dumb movies or stargazing. Anything the two of you can share as a memory together, considering he has so, so few that he can share with anybody else.

-As long as you’re beside him, he’s happy.

-Though it might be a little unexpected, Davian’s receiving love language is touch.

-Generally, Davian isn’t that accustomed to people wanting to be near him, let alone touching any part of him (especially when he still had the sword in his gut.) But you’re different, aren’t you?

-Even gently brushing the hair away from his glasses is enough to make him softly coo with adoration.

-He’ll let you pet his wings or neck feathers, if you want. Purely for your own benefit. It totally doesn’t feel super nice and comforting. Nope. No siree.

-Lovingly cradle his face in your hands and watch this man crumble to dust at your fingertips.

[the-horsemen-ride]

9/24/24 - State of the Horsem Address

Hello! I hope you're all well. I figure it's best to say something about the radio silence.

I won't be shutting down THR for good any time soon. Things will certainly change, though. I'm considering (really, more like 95% sure of) making this a more general "daily" blog of sketches and musings. Fully-fledged artworks, comics and some small animations too. Asks will still be open ofc and I'll follow up with interaction n whatnot but for now any story is being put on the back burner as I redistribute that energy to other projects, both fandom related and personal. I'll try to keep a more stable presence rather than bursts of activity, though I can't promise this blog will be without some lulls either. I may just make a post spoiling / explaining all that was planned story wise but my lil prequel to this blog is still something I'd like to make - maybe a pic maybe an animation or comic. So that's up to whether I can keep being patient or not.

My general plan is to refurbish the blog (maybe a new theme but otherwise just editing + adding pages and changing up the background and icons) and then queue up some art and other little posts with a more official "welcome back". That and new refs for Pest, Death and Connie as well as some lil concept sheets for HH and other honorary/extracanon/mod horsems as they all kinda-sorta exist in this universe. Well, Pollution and Meltdown probably do! But I want to see Deluge and Propaganda if/when we get em to feel out the group dynamic. But ig i've retconned shit before, not too much harm in doing it again.

This is my little pet project on-and-off for uh, the next few ish months? Routine posting shall resume in October, ideally.

I'd also like to introduce the "horsem archives" tag - from here on out I'll be using this to archive some of my oldest horseman art pieces, many from when I was a bit too young to even know about this game. Anything pre-blog will go here.

Thank you all for sticking around, it really does mean a lot. This has honestly been my first big venture into a long-ish term story and project. Now it's more of a playground/training room for my current passion projects but this has really helped me think about a lot of narrative aspects, not to mention everyone I've met through this, even though I don't talk much I really appreciate y'all. I want to see THR through to its full potential, and - though i hope this will be like, way down the line - its conclusion.

Thank you again, have a great day !!

[idabbleincrazy]

Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 6

Fandom: Small

Rating: M

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, Jor-El (A.I.)

Word Count: 4303

Warnings: some schmoop, handsy!Clark, kissing, brief discussion on homophobia/biphobia in rural Midwest during the early 2000's and the risks of coming out, semi-soulmates (they have a destiny)

Summary: Clark takes Lex to the Kawatche caves.

A/N: I was initially going to make this the last chapter, but everything spiraled and it started getting lengthy. So this is the penultimate chapter.

Lex's POV:

I stretch myself across the empty bed as I wake up slowly, burying my face into Clark's pillow to search for lingering warmth and scent. The memory, like a dream, of a kiss brushing against my temple as Clark eased himself out of my arms and out of his bed. I had tried to clutch him back to me, I think, his words whispered and lamenting as the sounds of rustling fabric alerted me to his redressing.

"I have to get back home before Dad wakes up. He'll be expecting me to be busy with the chores. Go back to sleep, Lex."

And I did, an action I regret now, falling back into slumber instead of pulling myself up, dressing alongside him, driving him back to the farm and giving him a proper parting kiss. I know he probably had lingered in my embrace until the last possible minute that his inhuman speed would allow, that driving him back would have taken too long, gotten us caught at the end of the dirt road leading up to the barn at the break of dawn and possibly a shotgun thrown in, just to round it all out. But still.

Morning is in full effect now, sunlight filtering through the curtains and my closed eyelids. I force them open and turn over in the tangled sheets, my body protesting the movement in technicolor testament to last night's activities. I turn my head to check the clock on the bedside dresser and see a note propped up against the lamp. My lips are going to ache if I keep smiling this much, the muscles just aren't used to it. Reaching over and plucking up the sheet of paper, I'm amusedly surprised to find it's from my own personal stationary that I keep in my office for any non-LexCorp related correspondence.

Lex, last night was just, well, amazing. I'm sorry I couldn't wake you up properly, but I couldn't have my parents worrying about me if I wasn't there when they woke up. I should be done with the chores by the time you read this, and I don't have anything else planned today. Stop by? I mean, if you want. If you're not too busy. I know we have a lot left to talk about, and I kinda thought maybe we could head over to the caves. It'll make it easier, I think.

Love, Clark.

P.S., is it weird that I signed it that way? Or that I signed it at all, when this isn't really a letter? God, you know what, just burn this after you read it, it's just too dorky to keep. Anyways, I really have to go now. I just don't like having to leave you alone in this huge castle, in my huge bed, without me. P

P.P.S., see? Dorky. Please burn this. P

Burn it? I'm going to have it sealed in lucite, locked away with my first edition Warrior Angel comics, item number one of my new, less obsessive, collection of Clark Kent memorabilia. How can someone be so voracious in bed and still manage such an awkward innocence in something so mundane as a hastily written note? God, I will never stop loving being surprised by him.

Setting the note back down, I sit up, assessing. My accelerated healing rate hasn't quite held up under Clark's onslaught of passion. Aching muscles and a slight throbbing in my backside that leaves me feeling empty, a feeling I can't remember experiencing in any of my previous times bottoming. Sated, yes. But this low pulse of need to be filled back up again, to be stretched and taken and owned and never be empty again? Never. Christ, what is this alien of mine doing to me?

Alien. My alien. Alien and so much more human than almost anyone I've ever met.

Slipping gingerly out of Clark's bed, I gather up my clothes and the note and slip out of the room towards my own. Coffee cannot be conceded, but breakfast can wait. Shower, dress, guzzle down a cup or three of hot caffeine, change Clark's sheets myself and stash them away to be cleaned personally by my own hands; it's been too long since I've done a thorough dig into my staff's credentials to be sure Clark's DNA won't end up in the wrong hands; and then I've got myself a beautiful alien farmboy to see. Everything else is inconsequential.

Clark's POV:

He should be here soon. I hope. I hated leaving Lex this morning before the sun rose, but I knew dad would wake mom up if I wasn't already out in the field when he came out to start on the daily routine. That would lead to worry and a whole lot of questions I wasn't sure I was ready to answer yet. Lex isn't something I want to hide from them, but the announcement of the change in our relationship definitely needs to be thought out and carefully planned, not brought out into the open in a rush of explanations.

Okay, so I'm also worried about how dad'll take it. He's not a bigot, really. But, well, it's a small town, and there's probably less than a handful of the entire population of Smallville that aren't heterosexual. I know dad loves me, and that won't change, but I don't know how fast he'll adapt to the revelation, and with his heart condition, my coming out will have to be a well-timed thing. Actually, I'm not sure whether I'm more worried about his accepting my bisexuality or the fact that I'm in love with a Luthor; one that just so happens to know my secret. Dad has become more hospitable towards Lex, at least he is when me and Lex aren't on the outs with each other, but he's still not as warm towards him as I know Lex secretly wishes he would be. I haven't forgotten the look on Lex's face the day he gave us the deed to our farm back, when he asked my parents to consider him part of the family and my dad nodded in answer. It's one of my favorite looks of his.

But before we tackle the task of telling my parents about us, we have to figure out the whole us part. I know he said this wasn't a one-time thing, and used the word boyfriend a couple times already, but what we have is already beyond that, I think. And we need to work out exactly what that is, and he needs to know more about me, about the side of me I kept hidden from him. And, with graduation in a few weeks, there's plenty of other details to be worked out; will we both stay here in Smallville while I attend Central Kansas, will we be in a long distance relationship while I go down to UM, or will he take up his mantle back in Metropolis while I take classes at MetU?

And will he just get here already so I can see him, hold him, kiss him?? It's nearly ten thirty. I mean, I know I kinda wore him out last night, but I don't think he's ever slept past nine, even with a hangover. I want to make sure we get to the caves with plenty of time for me to explain at least the bulk of what's been going on these past few years, and make it back before dinner. I even went through all the farm work just a little quicker so I would have time to set up Lex's surprise.

And just as I'm thinking about heading back in to call him, I hear his car in the near distance, purring up the dirt track leading to the barn.

I put in a short burst of speed and meet him in front of the barn just as he pulls his most recent Porsche, silver, again, to a stop. I'm right there in front of him when he steps out, dressed even more tauntingly than last night. Jeans. Lex Luthor is wearing jeans, factory-faded denim molded deliciously over thighs that flex as he maneuvers up from the low seat of the car, and my cock twitches. Black t-shirt this time, showing off even more of his arms, biceps in full view as he straightens, cotton stretched teasingly over a chest I now know in detail. How does he manage to look just as sexy like this as he did in the uncontrolled throes of passion last night?

Before I can stop myself, I have him pressed back against the car, my mouth latching onto his, tongue dipping past lips that had barely parted to greet me. And, God, he still tastes, just, so good. Like, vanilla and ozone, and something I think is just purely Lex, all power and strength, and perfect. His hands clench in my hair, tongue meeting mine, way too briefly, with a groan before he wrenches his head back to look at me.

"Good morning to you, too, Clark."

That's all I let him get out before I'm back on him, teeth scraping over his stretched back throat, inhaling the scent of him, shower-fresh and slightly musky. He grunts under the power of my attack, his hips bucking up into me.

"Shit, Clark, down boy. Your parents…Lois…they could come out any second. Can't - oh, God, yeah - can't let them find out like this. Shotguns…shovels…pitchforks, fuck, Clark, baby, stop."

I don't want to, but I do, my hands releasing their almost too tight grip on his waist and slapping down onto the car behind him; I barely restrained my strength enough to keep from denting palm-shaped depressions in the metal. If his tone had been anything less than pleading, I would have kept up the assault on his senses, tempted him into more. But I'll never push him when he means it.

"Sorry, Lex, I couldn't help myself. You're just too hot like this. I've never seen you wear jeans before, didn't think it was possible for you to ever own any." My cock is still hard beneath my zipper, but the urgency I felt at first sight of him is slowly ebbing. Lex, still panting breathlessly and looking slightly mussed, pushes firmly against my chest. Taking the hint, I straighten up and release him from the cage I've formed around him, stepping back from the Porsche. He's looking around, a slight panic in his eyes, and I feel a flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks at my overactive display. "If it helps, no one's around. Mom and Lois are in town, and dad's still out in the back forty. I'm on my own till dinner."

Lex's POV:

Clark can go from sexed-up teenager to sheepishly shy in .2 seconds. Recovering from the unexpected, but not completely unappreciated, mauling, I feel a twinge of guilt at the way he starts to chew on his lip nervously. Even after last night, it seems he can't help but take my resistance to the potentially public make-out session as rejection. Looks like I have a less-than-confident alien farmboy to assuage before he starts having doubts.

"Clark, it's okay, really." I reach a hand out and stroke his pink-tinged cheek, my heart clenching when he leans into the touch. "Trust me, it's taking all my control not to just drag you into the barn right now and have a literal roll in the hay."

His eyes spark back to their usual mirth at that, a small smile on his lips, and the guilt in my chest abates.

"We just need to be careful about this, Clark. You may be an adult now, but this is still the Midwest; sodomy's still illegal in the town's bylaws and I know Sheriff Adams would love a reason to have me dead to rights, even if she wouldn't get far with it. The Supreme Court may have made recent headway against bigotry, but it doesn't stop local authorities from causing trouble for the people they see as different. If the wrong people find out about us, it wouldn't just make difficulties for you and me, but for your parents, too, and anyone who cares about you."

He frowns at that.

"I guess I didn't think about that. I mean, I know it's a small town, but, we do have some non-heterosexual residents, you know? No one ever gives Ms. Johnson and Ms. Ericks a hassle about it."

"They've also been living here for about forty years. Who knows what life was like for them when they first came out as a couple? Look, Clark, I'm not saying we have to hide our relationship forever, just…we need to go about it the right way. Starting with your parents, who should not have to find out via walking out to find their son tongue wrestling with the local billionaire pariah. And, I'm still not discounting your father's shotgun. Jonathan and I are still on shaky ground, you know; he's just waiting for me to prove my true Luthor colors."

Clark's face hardened some at that comment, leaving me slightly abashed at the self-deprecating comment. He steps back into my space, cupping my face in a mirror of my light touch, eyes nearly glittering in the sun, stern with determination.

"You aren't your father, Lex. And I'll protect you from mine, if I have to. He's coming around, even if it is slowly. Anyways, I think sixteen years of dealing with an alien child should have prepared him to adjust better. My parents love me, they'll come to love you. Or they'll lose me…I'm not giving you up, Lex. Not for them, not for anyone. I love you too much to give you up for what someone else thinks is wrong or right."

"I love you, Clark. And, there's nothing wrong with that, no matter what some people may think. I just want to protect you. We don't need anyone looking into your life too closely."

"You're right, I know." Clark's sigh is almost wistful when he gives me a quick, chaste kiss before stepping away again. I know the feeling. "Speaking of looking into my life, ready to head over to the caves? We should probably get going if we want to be able to do the entire 'my boyfriend's an alien' talk today. I wanna make it back here before mom gets home to start dinner."

There's a glint in his eyes at that enigmatic statement that leaves me wondering just what this ever-surprising young man has in store for me today.

"Well, I didn't wear these clothes for kicks. Hop in, cowboy, before I change my mind about the barn."

Clark's POV:

We're speeding down the winding roads towards the caves, and my head is full of Lex's words of caution. I never even thought to consider the impact of our relationship beyond my parents and friends needing time to adjust to the revelation. Would I really end up bringing them all more pain and suffering if the town found out about me and Lex? Visions of the entire population of Smallville flash through my head, brandishing pitchforks and torches, chasing me, Lex, and my parents out of town, not for my status as resident alien, as I had always feared, but for falling in love with someone they considered the wrong person. I wonder if Kryptonians have this weird, obsessive, need to worry about other people's choice of partner, too, or if it's solely a human malfunction.

Lex's hand on my thigh pulls me from my wandering thoughts, and I realize we're getting close. Time for worries about all the rest later. Today is supposed to be about the two of us, finally sharing the secrets we've hidden from each other for so long. And for lofty surprises. Although, honestly, his secrets aren't really that important to me right now. I've never really pressed him for answers on anything, not like he has with me, and I trust him not to take any of his scientific ventures too far. I trust him not to do anything that could end up hurting me, or anyone I care about, and for now, I think that's enough.

The car comes to a stop about twenty feet from the cave entrance and Lex flashes me a look as he kills the engine.

"One last chance to change your mind on this, Clark. You don't have to tell me everything; what I know about you now is enough, the rest is just details."

"I want to do this. I have to do this. And…there's someone I kinda want you to meet. Sorta."

That earned me a confused look. There's no way to really explain Jor-El, though, I just have to show him.

"C'mon. We've waited long enough, don't you think?"

Lex gives a small smile at that and follows my lead as I step out of the car and towards the cave. I hide my smile when his hand slips into mine as we approach the paintings in the further caverns; I'm sure they all have a new meaning to him with the knowledge he's now gained.

"Mr. Willowbrook had it right all along, you are Naman." Lex came to a stop in front of the one drawing I've always hated the most. I know the question that's coming, and dread hearing it from him as much as I have always dreaded voicing it to myself. "Am I Sageeth, Clark? Are we destined to turn against each other?"

I stare up at the entwined figures, pulling Lex close and wrapping my arms around him without conscious thought.

"Yes, and no. I think you are Sageeth, Lex, but I think the Kawatche got the legend wrong, over time. I don't think Sageeth was meant to turn against Naman, to try and destroy him. It's like you said after the incident with Jeremiah, Lex, sorta. If you are Sageeth, maybe you're here to keep me from becoming Earth's overlord. I don't have many weaknesses, Lex, but you're one of them."

I turn him in my arms, tilting his head up to capture his mouth in a gentle kiss, feeling some of the tension ease from his muscles. Smirking at him, I can't help myself.

"Besides, maybe you're not Sageeth at all. Maybe you're her."

He looks over at the painting I nod my head at, he lets out a little chuckle.

"Well, I have been told I look damn good in a dress…"

I let out a groan of arousal at the mental image and nip at Lex's throat in warning.

"Put a pin in that thought for later exploration, Lex, but right now", I drag him over to the keyhole in the wall, "I have something new to show you."

Concentrating, I opened the concealed door to the rest of the cave network, Lex's gasp barely audible as the lights brightened and dimmed in the widening crevice. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I pulled Lex in with me as I stepped through to the cavern where the stone table stood.

"Jor-El!"

"Kal-El, my son, why have you brought this human here? I tolerate your Earth parents traipsing into this sacred place, but I will not allow you to bring just anyone you feel like on a whim. Explain yourself."

I look over at Lex, his eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"Jor-El, this Lex Luthor. He is important to me, just as important as my parents, if not more." I wonder if the A.I. can pick up on nuances. "I'm not hiding anything from him anymore, so I had to show him. He's under my protection, Jor-El."

The lights flared bright again, a single beam shining down on Lex, and I got the distinct feeling the A.I. was scanning him. When the light adjusted back to normal, Jor-El spoke again.

"Ah, yes. I see, now. You have chosen well, Kal-El. Your mate is a fine specimen of humanity, intelligent, strong, and fiercely protective. Your instincts have served you well. We were afraid when we sent you here that you might never find someone worthy enough to bear your mark."

"I…huh?" The hell? Why couldn't the damn A.I. ever just speak clearly. "What do you mean, my mark? I didn't-"

"Do you not remember, my son? The day you arrived, you claimed him for your own."

I hear Lex gasp next to me, his hand squeezing mine, and I know he is seeing the same scene play out in his mind as I am. The day of the meteor shower, on the drive into town, Lex bundled up in Lionel's lap next to us. I saw myself, sitting in Martha's embrace, reach over to the unconscious young boy with a few strands of fiery red hair in patches on his head. I ran my fingertips lightly down the side of his face, and young Lex's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine and a calm smile formed on my face as he passed back out.

I let out a huffing exhale as the memory dissipated, the cavern coming back into focus around me.

"I remember that", Lex's voice was nearly a whisper beside me, and he looked like he was seconds from falling to his knees. "I thought it was just a dream. When I woke up in the hospital, the last thing I remembered clearly was trying to help that kid off the scarecrow post. My father would never talk about that day, so I had no idea. That was you?"

"I swear, Lex, I didn't know. I mean, mom told me about how they'd picked you guys up, but they never mentioned my reaction to you."

"I know, Clark. You were a toddler, how could you know?"

As I pulled Lex into my arms, Jor-El spoke again.

"When you touched him, you sparked a bond between you. It would not have happened to just anyone, had he not already held the potential to be worthy of you, it would not have made a difference. I have sensed others throughout the years that have your presence upon them, but I no longer feel them in the ether. You made your choice last night, solidified that bond."

Lex cleared his throat and turned his head, speaking to the cave in general.

"So, you're trying to tell us I'm Clark's, what, soulmate?" There was an edge of hysteria to the chuckle he let out. I didn't blame him. "Forgive me…Jor-El, was it? Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical about this. Accepting the existence of life on other planets is one thing, it's quite another to expect me to just believe in soulmates."

"Believe what you will, young Luthor, it is what it is. You and my son have bonded, and that is not to be taken lightly."

"You always said we have a destiny, Lex. Looks like you were more right about that than you realized. Stuff of Legends, remember?"

Lex laughed softly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

"Yes, but I've also said I believe in making my own destiny, Clark. I've always fought so hard against fate. It's just… it's a lot to take in."

Trust Lex to focus more on being contrary than freaked out.

"Lex, I'm not the only one who fought so hard to keep this friendship from falling apart completely, you know. Do you really think all this fate business makes that much difference? Do you really believe the only reason we've circled around each other the last four years is because we were compelled to? You heard Jor-El, there were others in the running. I chose you, Lex, and I won't doubt for a second that that choice was made of my own freewill."

"Okay, okay. I concede to your point, Clark. No, I don't think the only reason I so desperately needed to keep you in my life in any way I could get you was solely because of some invisible thread stretching between us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have continuously fucked up so royally."

I can't help the wry smile I feel twisting my lips.

"If it were only fate keeping us together, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have hid the truth from you for so long, either. Lex, it doesn't matter what Jor-El says, I love you, bond or no bond."

I feel a blush heating my cheeks as Lex pulls me into a deeper kiss, aware that the A.I. is still active even in its silence. I know it's just a bit of programming or whatever, but it's still creepy to think of it witnessing something so intimate. That doesn't keep my hands from gripping Lex closer as his tongue slides over mine. I do manage to bite back the groan.

"I love you too, Clark. I just need some time for adjustment, I guess." Lex pulled back from the tight embrace I have on him, looking around the room more fully now. "So, what other information do I need to know?"

"I will inform you both on the full scope of your bond once it has settled further. But, if you will allow it, Luthor, I can import all necessary information regarding our race, same as I have with Kal-El. It will better help you to keep my son safe."

I nod encouragingly when he glances back at me. It would definitely save a lot of time if I didn't have to explain everything about the different types of Kryptonite and all my powers.

The scanning light shines over Lex again, and I rush forward to catch him as his legs buckle under the onslaught of information being transferred into his mind.

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[faline-cat444]

Vision of a soft modernized slightly aged-up continuity reboot for Ed Edd n Eddy

Few details before I try making the script samples and other rough ideas for some minor concepts.I'm mainly compiling several thoughts and jokes into something more definitive and cohesive.To start off there would be a new character serving as something of audience surrogate,we shall call her Evelyn Kanker but we won't know her relation to the sisters until the end of the episode.Compared to the rest of the cast Evelyn is slightly older,specifically around seventeen so she's a newly graduated high school student who came to Peach Creek to interview the community and put some rumors either to the test or rest.

The "modern" part comes into play was Evelyn is going to conduct interviews with her smartphone with the kids.Edd is the native she comes into contact with and along with the other two Eds will try to serve as tour guides for her stay in the area.

Evelyn:I'm going to have an extended stay in this area due to some rumors that have made me curious.First of all I think I need permission from your parents if I want to do this properly since it looks like all of you are minors...Where are your parents?

Edd:I'm afraid almost everyone's parents are at work and won't be back home until way later.

Evelyn:(No way that's concerning...)Ah well,I guess I can deal with that later.Just as long as you give me consent before I start up the camera should this be fine.

Edd:Why certainly.

Evelyn:First of all,tell me your name.

Edd:It's Eddward but on account two other boys who live here have that name and mine happens to be a variant with two Ds all the others tend to call me "Double D" to easier differentiate the three of us.But while it might sound like that they are technically saying "E-D-D".

Evelyn:...Are you aware of the breast size context that nickname comes with...?

Edd:The what now?

Evelyn:Well,at least you still have your innocence.Anyway,I'll pay you a quarte--

Edd:SHHH!That phrase is taboo around here.

Evelyn:Really?Why?

Edd:Remember those two other boys I mentioned?They're my best friends and--

Eddy:DID SOMEONE SAY QUARTER?!Sure took you long enough to discover the other meaning of your nickname,Sockhead.Anyway,who is this chick?

Edd:Eddy,this is Evelyn.She's here to interview us and...What exactly are you planning to do with your footage?

Evelyn:Peach Creek has been the talk of some wild rumors on the internet--

Eddy:Internet,you say?Girl,are you an angel from heaven who is going to lead me towards a path of stardom?

Evelyn:Probably not,I'm lucky if my stuff even reaches the thousand view milestone.

Eddy:Maybe making me the star of your interview will change all that,the camera does tend to adore!Let's go get Ed.

Evelyn initially finds Ed's living conditions to be a little weird but quickly comes to accept it because she also has a minor affinity to things like monster movies and comics(But later on we learn she's more of the Japanese culture favorer).She also decides it's better to keep it a secret from Eddy how much some of Ed's collection might also be worth if put on the market.We get a mention to the original series by saying how they tried being tour guides before but it ended with "casualties".

Sarah and/or Jimmy become the next interviewees.Followed by Nazz which has Evelyn mistake her name as "Inez" at first.Kevin is encountered next which despite his tendency to call the Eds "dorks" she believes he sees them as good friends.She attempts to interview Rolf about his animals but he does not consent to being viewed through the "demonic crystal".Finally reaching Jonny which gets implications she also might be able to "hear" Plank.

At the end of the day Evelyn basically learns from the adventure all the rumors were true and the very boys who guided her across town instigated them all.She says she had a good time but has to go to where she'll be lodging to unpack and start editing her footage for the tell-all video.But before she steps foot in her car she notices a quarter on the ground,one problem though...It's Canadian.

Eddy:*snatches it*

I want to be sure you're not conning me out of a possible tip.Holy crap,it IS Canadian.You can keep it,that won't work to get a jawbreaker at the candy store.

Evelyn:Gobstoppers still cost a quarter around here?There must be a catch.Are they individually wrapped in plastic and about the size of a gumball?

Eddy:Gob what?I'm talking about jawbreakers.They're about this big.

Evelyn:The name doesn't lie if that's true.I guess I know where I need to visit tomorrow.

Evelyn drives off and we see her end up at the Park and Flush knocking on the door to the Kankers' trailer.This is where we learn she's their older cousin and besides the internet articles most more personal stories about goings on came from Lee,Marie,and May.She says she understands why they are so infatuated with the Eds and believes it's better if she hides her relation to the Kanker clan for the time being.So would end the introductory episode.

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As for something else that could play around with more recent changes in childhood play would have Ed's model kit hobby essentially play a role to the plot.Specifically he ordered a kit but what was delivered was massive.Ed builds it in a snap to reveal it's a giant mecha robot.Whatever is more in-line for the show's usual wackiness I guess they either try to turn it into something that can actually move around,they try to charge money to seeing it up close,and/or it's destroyed by the episode's end/remains in one of the backyards as an eyesore for the remainder of the series.

Evelyn is still playing a semi-prominent role through this and the next few episodes in trying to get a feel for the cul-de-sac lifestyle but eventually more-or-less gets phased out but is at least implied to be recording nearly everything the Eds are getting up to and eventually has an episode where she shows off what's been uploaded about her findings and experiences.Through this her identity as a Kanker also is brought to light.As a shoutout to how in the pitch bible it mentions Edd mails his socks to girls he has crushes on he might initially take it as a shock and go "AND TO THINK I WAS PLANNING ON MAILING MY SOCKS TO YOU!" but all she says to this was "Guess that explains why you wanted my address."

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Comic directory

This pinned post is gonna change a lot!

so basically i Know i'm not equipped to do a whole big long comic series, which was originally the plan for this blog, but i still want to tell the story of my ocs and practice making comics! So instead of doing a single really long series, i plan to just have fun with a bunch of vaguely connected one-off bite-sized comics! :3

which means i might do things out of order and comics will vary in just how canonical they are to my ocs and everything. now this post here serves as a lil navigation area for all those comics to come! :3 (if i ever do get to making them that is,,,) so yeah! i hope u enjoy my messy silly doodle comics about my blorbos :3c

also! for comics with several pages, the links won't work right away! bc the pages are usually queued so i have to edit the hyperlinks after it posts n i might not always get to it right away .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

comic list below (events arranged chronologically)

trauma

Lure me in (not canon 😔)

[sirendeepity]

[ Selene one-shot ]

A/N: so this fic took me way too long to write/edit and is 100% self-indulgent. Past tenses are my worst enemy now so if things don't make sense time-wise(?) then close your eyes and look away because if I have to read this thing one more time istg I'm gonna lose it. English is so fun! Anyway, consider this also canon-defiant, as in Nesta kept her powers (as she should've). I am Selene, Selene is me, what I was thinking, she was thinking too. Also, can we all agree Selene was the best sibling? Enjoy! <3

W/C: 1.9k

T/W: --

Death was not what I’d imagined. My idea of dying has always been a cold embrace, yes, but also a release. Leaving a soft knock at my door once my skin had wrinkled and my wings had thinned and my trembling, aching bones had turned into stardust.

That desired rest after a long, fulfilling life. Little did I know.

My life had not been long and my body was not the battered rag of what it once used to be and my death couldn’t have been any less poetic, really.

I used to be bitter and resentful about everything and anything, but, well, you get used to it after being dead for centuries. Throwing tantrums is not the key to resurrection, apparently. One would think the Otherworld would be at least fun—as fun as being dead could be—but no, not even the company of other stolen souls was enough. Because there were none. Not even my mother’s. There had been, at first, when everything was new and strange and filled with sorrow. We only had each other, as we did in those last dreadful moments. We’d spent days and years and ages together, watching over what was left of our hearts, the part of us that was still alive and well. He was most of the time, at least. Well, I mean, he’s always been alive. Kind of. But as the years went by, as I watched him grow into the male and brother and High Lord he was always meant to be, my mother’s essence had grown tired of the stillness, that limbo, and had started to long for the Afterlife that was promised. Her face had turned more frequently, more easily, and her gaze had fixed on the darkness between the stars. Still, she’d stayed. Waiting, holding on to that last thread of hope.

It took five hundred years or so, but as the mating bond snapped into place, securing their souls to one another, my mother kissed me goodbye. It was out of her hands now, was all she’d said. It’s out of yours, too, she’d then added, urging me to follow.

But I couldn’t leave just yet. I didn’t want to. Because what my mother didn’t know was that I hadn’t been watching only my brother and his family—once my family as well. That had been the plan, yes, but plans change. Mind did so very quickly.

There was a very peculiar female that caught my eye. A woman.

She was a vicious, prideful thing, her spirit an inferno burning around a heart made of steel, too big and bright and hot to be tamed and kept confined inside skin and bones so… Mortal.

I was rooting for her—for Cassian, even. He had seen right through her, too—had seen that shivering, weeping, scared girl who had no idea how to give love because love had never been given to her, never felt like it was. She’d been hidden, kept under lock and key. A silver beast prowled her silver cage, keeping guard. Protecting her in the only way it knew how: Nothing was getting through.

That little girl was the reason I’d stayed. And the bickering, too.

Had Cassian always been that annoying? Or was it only for her? The female clearly knew how to hold her own, but still. Their banter was entertaining, almost comical. When it was not gutting them from the inside out, that is.

I felt so helpless when Hybern had thrown her and her sister inside the Cauldron.

What came out was not what went it, the Bone Carver would say weeks later.

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.

I felt it the moment it happened. Everyone did, even in the Place-That-Was-No-More.

That— Well, that changed everything.

And so I waited and waited, and waited. Oh, that stubborn little—

Weeks had gone by and Nesta still refused to acknowledge the immense power within her, although she did practice with Amren, which was a feat on and of its own. It still wasn’t enough to prevent the war from happening.

Once again, I found myself in the position of begging whatever bastard—sorry, god—was willing to listen, asking them to turn their gazes somewhere else, far from that battlefield. I hoped that none of my beloved would become the company I’d so desperately craved. Cassian, the idiot, had really tried his best on more than one occasion. I’d risked losing Nesta, too, so I’d helped a little, found a loophole of sorts. It only took the whisper of an idea planted in the right mind, a mind that could see past barriers and borders, and the King’s crown fell with his head. She had some backbone, the flower girl.

My joy didn’t last long. Nothing in my life seemed to—no pun intended.

It happened so fast, I barely caught it.

Our eyes had met, a mirror image of each other, and held long enough for me to shake my head. Left to right, right to left. As starlight slid down my cheeks, I could offer him no more than a faint smile as I said, “Not yet.”

And then he was gone. Taken away from me. Again.

But as much as I’d longed for his embrace, I couldn’t help myself but feel relieved. My brother lived—all of them lived when many others did not.

As the Afterworld got crowded, albeit momentarily, and the thread between the worlds stretched further and thinner each day—sometimes I could see and feel little to nothing, others I thought it might snap completely—I kept my vigil. There had been moments when I felt distant, unmaterial. Which is weird to say, considering that I am distant and unmaterial. (Dead, remember?) But as Nesta got lost in herself, I did too. Maybe that’s what my mother had felt when she’d forced herself to stay rooted in place, afraid to inhale and exhale too deeply as if she might start floating if her lungs stretched too much. Maybe that was a sign—my sign. It was time to let it go, to let it fall.

The bridge was crumbling. What had once been inside the Cauldron was now kept chained to the bottom of an icy core, not even an ember of it allowed out, and the flesh of its vessel was giving out. She was giving out—giving up.

Nesta Archeron was giving up.

Please, please, please…

They had tried a last, desperate attempt. I can’t tell how that went down—those days used to blend and blur with one another. It felt like having clouds inside my head. Would not recommend, not remotely as fun as it sounds. One moment I was in a darkened dumpster, the next in a lovely house with one too many people, and then I was going down, down, down some stairs.

My mind was crystal clear when Nesta took a wrong step and went tumbling down—ouch—and I kept it sharp and focused as she pressed her forehead against the wall and started… Pulling. I don’t think that was intentional—as anything that had to do with her power ever was—still, I reached out and pulled back, answering her call. Something had shifted then, and I found myself with a brand new asset: a House.

Safe to say, I peeked through that window as often as I could, helping Nesta get back on her feet in all the ways my brain managed to conjure. New books (her taste was immaculate), cakes and pastries (for her soul), keeping her warm but away from fires (she really did not like those), and, yes, even forcing her to talk when communication was needed. That had proven harder than I thought, especially since said communication took a wrong turn. Who knew someone could be so verbal and physical at the same time? The horny animals currently living in the House had a lot to say, apparently.

Still, Nesta was not the biggest fan of the well of power within her, but I kept trying to lead her toward the right direction—my direction, that is—leaving hints and clues any chance I got. A book here, some candles there, a crystal thrown in for good measure.

No one had ever opened a portal to the Afterworld—I could count on one hand the number of folks who dared try but had still hesitated to take that last, some might say even foolish, step. Myself included.

But Nesta Archeron was not no one. She was a very fancy, very powerful, very deadly someone.

If only she deigned to listen to me, goddammit—

I had almost managed to rope her into it, once. One foot inside the library and her gaze had snapped to the grimoire I’d left on the desk; she’d felt its presence immediately, heard that voiceless call. And had then proceeded to eye it in that wary but curious way of hers for a few moments. That was until Cassian had snatched her attention elsewhere. Nesta had very clear priorities.

So the book had stayed right where it was, and soon enough she’d sat down in front of it, resumed the interrupted staring contest, and then finally—finally!—opened it. Right to the bookmarked page. Good girl.

It didn’t take her long to read the chapter, her eyes eating up the words as they went, and soon enough she was sitting in silent contemplation. Again.

Get there faster, Archeron.

Well, at least now she knew. Small victories.

My kindness backfired, as everything in my (not)life seemed to do, because the two days of freedom I’d rewarded Nesta with had turned into two months, along with a mate—that took longer than I expected—, a miracle, and a nephew. None of this was part of the plan, for your information, but it made Nesta a lot happier. It also made me screech with jealousy. Little Nyxie should’ve been my nephew, too.

Pettiness was motivation enough for me to get back on track, and keep Nesta on a tight leash.

Day after day, I kept working my “insanely annoying for a House” magic—not my words—until, on one fated night, my patience and tyranny finally came to fruition.

Cassian was supposed to be back from Illyria for dinner, so Nesta, as the loving mate that she was, waited for him. Apparently, she also felt bored enough to take pity on my efforts and pick up the chalk, along with every trinket I’d ever given her, and took that final step. If I still had a beating heart, I’d say it was close enough to burst right out of my chest. Was this real? Was it happening?

I felt the cold breeze first. The whispers came right after, then the tingles.

Just as the sun slipped under the horizon, and the last ray of light went out; just as time stilled, stuck in a dance between day and night, I closed my eyes. The moon grinned down at the world, and so did I.

Nothing changed, nothing felt different. But I knew it was, it had to be, because—

A soft gasp reached my ear, and when I opened my eyes, Nesta was right in front of me.

I waited, too scared to move, as her eyes widened with surprise, then confusion, and then wonder. I knew the exact moment she registered the violet of my eyes, and the last piece of the puzzle snapped into place.

“Who are you?”

It sounded more demand than question, but I obliged her anyway.

“You already know who I am, Nesta Archeron.”

She swallowed, her delicate throat bobbing with the movement. “Humor me,” she breathed.

“My name is Selene, darling.”

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent: 💕 { For the Mortys 🤭 } Ship meme: in-depth edition || Selectively accepting !

[[ Replies under "read more" because my Morty ranted A LOT and it got really long xD ]]

How did they meet? ~ "T-Through our Ricks. T-They someone managed to, uh, split the timeline, b-by accident, you know? S-Something about a...portal gun malfunction. An-And all of a sudden t-there were two of everyone. M-Me included."

Who flirted with who first? ~ "I-I'm...not sure. W-We sort of complimented each other an-and stuff, b-but it wasn't real flirting? W-We don't really flirt even now tha-that we're together. J-Just from time to time, y-you know? We...are still learning how, uh, t-to do it properly. Haha..."

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? ~ "S-Slowburn. W-We didn't like each other right away. A-Also because I...I didn't know that I, you know, l-like guys yet. O-Or maybe I did an-and didn't want to admit. B-But FM is the first boy I-I've ever had a real crush on, s-so...it too some time. An-And even after we realised out feelings...i-it took a while for us to tell each other. I-I mean, we even kissed thrice before, uh, g-getting together."

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? ~ "F-Friends. W-We got close really fast an-and he was my best friend, b-before I start to...feel more. An-And I think that's a good thing. B-Because even now that he is my boyfriend, h-he's still my best friend. I-It allows us to be more...comfortable w-with each other, in general."

What was their first date? ~ "I-It wasn't an official date, b-but...FM invited me to go with him to this p-pumpkin patch fair. W-We took pictures an-and strolled around the stands and...w-we got a ride on the Ferris Wheel. I-I asked the guy manning it i-if he could stop it w-when we reached the top an-and...he did, so we...watched t-the landscape and I...I kissed him."

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? ~ "I-It depends on where we are. W-We go to the movies at times, o-or out on some planet, b-but for the most we do home m-movie nights and play videogames. O-Or read comics."

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? ~ "W-We've been together only for a few moments, b-but yeah, we still do. I-I just like doing things with him an-and dates are fun. T-They are an excuse to do that an-and also do something different, f-from time to time. An-And, uh, we can get...you know. Romantic."

What is their love language? ~ "I-I think...quality time together an-and being there for each other w-when needed? W-We also tell each other nice things an-and that's good b-because...neither of us is really used to it. T-To be praised and stuff, I-I mean."

Who kissed who first? ~ "I-I did. O-On the Ferris Wheel, as I said."

Who started the relationship? ~ "B-Both of us, sort of? W-We both planned to ask on N-New Year's Eve, b-but I guess technically it was me, b-because I asked first. An-And we kissed at midnight. I-It was...great. I-I've never felt like that. G-Giddy. H-Happy."

Monogamy or Polyamory? ~ "I-It's a bit too soon for...that. I-I don't know. I'm content w-with just him, b-but I see the Ricks being i-in an open relationship an-and...I don't know, i-it seems to make them closer, somehow? S-So maybe, when we'll be older...W-We'll talk about it. I-I think I'd be okay with being open."

Are they/do they plan on getting married? ~ "A-Again, it's too soon t-to think about this. B-But...I mean, the only marriage I've seen it's my parents and...l-let's say that it's not very...inspiring. An-And Rick keeps going on about how m-marriage is a trap and ruins relationships, s-so...I probably won't be the one to mention it. I-If we ever get there."

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? ~ "A-As I said, I'm not very interested i-in getting married. B-But if in the future FM wanted to an-and he asked, I-I'd say yes. I-If it's what makes him happy, I-I don't mind."

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? ~ "Aw g-geez, I don't know. Tha-That's...I'm fourteen. K-Kids are a big thing. So...uh, who knows?"

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? ~ "W-We don't technically have kids together, b-but they...I mean, there's M-Morty Jr. an-and Naruto, an-and since we are the same person...t-they are technically the kids o-of both of us? ...I-I don't know, thinking about it gives me a headache."

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? ~ "W-We usually hang out w-when the Ricks are busy with each other. W-We go in one of our rooms an-and talk or read comics or-or play videogames. I-If the weather is nice, w-we go for a walk in the park or-or to get ice cream. An-And well, I guess that there are the adventure. E-Even if those are, like, a group activity. An-And sometimes we have sleepovers."

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? ~ "I-It doesn't happen too often, a-also because the Ricks fix us if...if we get too hurt, b-but...The other visit the sick one an-and keeps him company, g-gets him food and water, tha-that sort of thing. B-But it's mostly being there, s-so he doesn't have to be alone."

How do they like to spend time together? ~ "I-It's pretty much I've already said. V-Videogames, movies, comics, walks. F-FM really like plants, s-so at times we go to the botanical garden o-or ask the Ricks to let us go t-to some other dimension w-where there are a lot of plants. Uh, safe places, o-of course."

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? ~ "F-For me it's cuddling. I-I just like it when we hold each other in bed or-or lean against each other w-watching TV. An-And I...I like giving him little kisses. Y-You know, on the cheek or-or on the back of his hand. H-He always blushes a little an-and that's so cute."

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? ~ "Oh geez, I...I-I don't think there are specific things? I-I just like him. B-But I guess...H-He's so nice and brave. An-And he's super supportive. S-So understanding and patient. An-And...he accepts me. E-Even the fucked up stuff. H-He sees me, understands me an-and still wants me. H-He makes me feel good about myself. N-No one has ever done that."

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? ~ "W-We let each other vent, i-if we need to, o-or we distract each other with our favourite things. W-We also get each other little presents, t-to cheer us up. W-We're just there for each other, y-you know? I-I'd do whatever he needs an-and he'd do the same for me."

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? ~ "W-We both do. W-We like bringing each other stuff. L-Like pretty things or funny ones w-we find during adventures o-or at some space bazaar. An-And then we give each other special gifts f-for the holidays or the anniversaries."

What position do they sleep in? ~ "I-It depends. U-Usually facing each other, h-holding hands o-of holding each other. A-At times we spoon."

Do they bathe/shower together? ~ "Uuuuh, I-I...no. W-We don't. N-Not yet, I-I guess. B-But I...I'd like to do that. S-Some day. An-And I think...I think FM would be fine with it. U-Uh, more than fine. J-Just...we're not there yet. I-It's still a little, uh, awkward, b-being undressed around each other."

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? ~ "A-As I said we don't bathe o-or shower together yet, b-but...I...I mean. W-When we will, after a while, I-I guess that we could...kiss? An-And sit on each other's lap. An-And...who knows...Haha..."

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? ~ "W-W-We still haven't...you know. S-So...I don't...I mean. W-We are, uh, curious, so...I-I guess it wouldn't be just...plain. W-Well, at first yeah, b-but I guess...later on, w-we'd try...stuff?"

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms?

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive?

What is their favourite sex position?

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? ~ "A-As I said, I-I can see us...experimenting. Uh."

Favourite place to have sex?

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex?

How often do they fight? What about? ~ "W-We didn't have big fights yet. I-I don't think that we have had actual fights. J-Just some misunderstandings. An-And it wasn't about super important stuff. I-I know that we'll have real fights, s-sooner or later. B-But I like to think tha-that we'll work it out together."

Have they ever broken up? ~ "N-No. An-And I hope we never do."

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? ~ "I-I want to spend all my life with him. I-If he wants to. N-No matter how long that will be. T-The longer, the better."

[tv-gh0st]

Background/Lore- Timeline Merge

Its lore time bois, basic background stuff n shit for my new links meet au under the cut!

This new Links meet au is going to me named Timelines Merge. Why you may ask? Well its as the name suggests the separate timelines are merging, Land marks from long ago in history showing up where they don’t belong, Enemies from the future showing up in the past, Travelers randomly showing up In a completely different castle town when they were days away from there own. 

Now throughout the Timelines there were 14 whole Links and 15 whole Zeldas of course not all of them could ever properly documented in history as im sure you know due to the whole split timeline thing. But that whole split timeline is whats making this even weirder. The timelines where never supposed to touch, Destained to be there own worlds forever, Zelda made sure of that. 

So when suddenly the great plateau  is found in the great sea and creatures of Twili are found in the era of oracles Links and Zeldas alike are suddenly running into each other moving along Hyrules that are slowly becoming one trying with varying levels of success to find a way to stop the timelines from merging.

Ofcourse with the lack of information all of the Links and Zeldas are quite confused taking time to learn who eachother even are, that they all need  to work together and how they can even do that. and when there are 29 of you scattered between there own Hyrules it can be quite hard to communicate. 

Ofcourse simply traveling through a there own eras of Hyrule  as it  merges with others  wouldn’t be hard enough no Time moves as always but it moves wrong,  Time separates each eras pulling it apart and putting pieces where they don’t belong not only moving the pieces of each era but moving the monsters the magic the people of the eras.

The links and Zeldas.

Traveling through time randomly moving around the timeline while trying to cobble up Inform on what is going on and what they have to do leaves them  confused dazed upset and worried for there friends family and the well being of there own eras and the whole timelines.

Disclaimer 

 I understand the likeness to Linked universe  with the traveling through eras but there was nothing I could really do about that the core of this au is the fact that the eras are merging into one as this whole adventure is happening so the eras are still sepret in time meaning they will have to travel through time atlest for them to actually al meet and interact how I want them to! And also there was no getting around having similarities to linked universe or other links meet aus cas this is also a links meet au! But its not lu or lm or one timeline or any other

Another disclaimer 

Any parts of this can be changed I  will most likely edit this at some point but this is the gist of it the core of this au is the timelines merging that wont change but there are detiles I can add or take away!

That being said I am exited to expand on this more and I already have plans to expand it!! Hell I might make a comic later but that’s not for sure tho its a lot of work

Master post!(Coming soon)

[can-youimagine]

Cooking Class (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)

Summary:  Sean comes over and sees how great family can be

Word Count: 543

TW: Family fluff, they/them pronouns for reader

Part of my Snippets of a Man in Love series!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Sean asks as soon as he comes through the door.

Aaron sighs. “Probably at the library. They’ve been editing their dissertation all month, but at least it’s finally written.” Aaron wishes you wouldn’t stress yourself so much, but he knows if he tells you that, you’ll call him a hypocrite.

The idea of having to write an entire dissertation scares Sean more than anything, and he says a quick prayer for your sanity. “When do they usually get back?”

“Anytime between now and midnight, though, I’m sure since you’re here, they’ll try to make it back by dinner.”

Sean nods and sets his bag next to the couch before walking into the kitchen. Aaron stifles a laugh at his college-aged brother truly living up to the stereotype but stops when he notices what Sean grabs. He pulls out the chicken breasts you had planned to cook tonight. He digs through the pantry, mumbling to himself as he tries to find something.

“What’re you doing?” he finally asks.

“They shouldn’t have to make dinner,” Sean answers before adding, “and I know you’re useless in the kitchen.”

“I can cook.”

“What was the last thing you made for (Y/N)?”

Aaron shrinks, knowing that the last meal he intended to make for you was an omelet, and the last meal he actually made for you was scrambled eggs. Well, egg. He had burned the first attempt, dropped one on the floor, and got shell in the third.

Sean smirks before getting back to work. “Could you turn the stove on for me?”

You come home to see the Hotchner brothers moving around the kitchen. Sean looks more at home than your own husband. It’s rather comical to see Aaron, still in his suit, taking orders from his younger brother. As much as you want to stand there and watch them, you clear your throat, letting them know you’re here. 

Aaron quickly turns around. “Hey,” he greets. He wants to go over to hug you, but his hands are covered in egg. “How was your day?”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, telling him that your day is significantly better now, before turning to Sean. “This smells amazing.”

He blushes at the compliment, keeping his gaze focused on the pan in front of him. “Thanks.”

“I’m impressed that you’ve been able to cook in that apartment.”

“I actually took a cooking class this semester,” he explains.

“With what time?” your husband interjects. You notice Sean’s immediate panic, and swat at Aaron. “Some people actually have fun in college,” you state.

Aaron rolls his eyes. “Next you’re going to tell me people don’t study on Friday nights,” he jokes.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you comment.

Sean shrugs. “Aaron said the same thing.”

You laugh. “Is there anything I can help with?”

Sean shakes his head, telling you that dinner is almost ready. He can’t stop the pang of jealousy he feels as you ruffle Aaron’s hair one last time before leaving the kitchen. He watches Aaron laugh and lean into your touch. You’ve always been the older sister he never had, and he prays to whoever’s listening that he can find someone that makes him as happy as you make his brother.