#i’d go to infinity and beyond with him

[heartthroblopez]

Bruh they’re sooo cute

[uppersidedreaminnn]

𓂃 ‎ ‎ ‎BIRTHDAY GIRL ‎ ‎ ‎★‎ ‎ ‎ ‎P.JS

synopsis: in which your boyfriend goes above and beyond to shower you with love on your birthday. pairing: park jongseong x female reader word count: 0.8k

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it was 12:00 a.m., and you lay in bed, phone in hand, as a flood of notifications lit up your screen—friends and family sending their warm wishes for your special day. but amidst all the messages, your eyes instinctively searched for one in particular.

and there it was.

jay.

your lips curled into a soft smile the moment you saw his name. you always smiled when he messaged you.

"my girl, happy happy birthday! i really hope you enjoy your day, pretty. i wish i could be there with you right now—so close to booking a ticket back, i swear. but don’t worry, i still have some surprises up my sleeve. words can’t explain how lucky i am to have you. i miss you, and i love you so much. please have the best day, my love. happy birthday again."

warmth spread through your chest as you read his words, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing back.

"thank you, my love. i miss you so much too :("

his reply came almost instantly.

"going home asap, my love. can’t wait to spoil you with gifts."

you chuckled, already preparing to scold him for always spending too much on you, but before you could, another message appeared.

"speaking of, check the top drawer, baby."

your brows furrowed in confusion. the top drawer? that was his. you had no reason to open it before, and yet, curiosity now pulled you out of bed. padding over to it, you slowly slid it open.

inside, there was only one thing—a small, round gift wrapped in red paper with a note resting on top.

"to my love, don’t get mad, but this just really reminded me of you. i had to get it. please wear it and send me a picture. i love you. —jay."

you sighed, shaking your head at his thoughtfulness, but your heart was already fluttering. carefully unwrapping the gift, you revealed a sleek cartier box.

"of course. man of taste."

opening it, your breath hitched slightly. inside lay a delicate, dainty infinity necklace—elegant, simple, yet breathtakingly intricate. the way it caught the soft light made it look almost ethereal.

with a smile, you reached for your phone and snapped a picture, sending it to him with a message.

"i love it so much. thank you, my love."

his reply was immediate.

"of course. and you look so, so gorgeous, baby."

you blushed, warmth pooling in your stomach.

"the day just started, and you’re already spoiling me rotten."

"my baby deserves nothing but the best. :)"

a contented sigh left your lips as you fell back onto your bed, heart feeling light. but before you could fully bask in the moment, the doorbell rang.

confused, you glanced at the time—who would be here this late? pushing yourself up, you padded toward the door, unlocking it cautiously.

the moment it swung open, a familiar figure stood before you, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, his eyes crinkling with a soft smile.

your breath caught in your throat. “jay?”

he grinned, arms already reaching for you. “you really think i’d miss your special day?”

your hands flew to his hoodie, clutching it as if making sure he was real. “but—i thought you were in japan?” you stammered. “how, you said…”

he cut you off with a soft kiss, lips molding against yours gently, stealing the rest of your words. when he pulled away, he simply smirked.

"come on," he murmured, tugging you toward the kitchen. "your cake is gonna get all messy."

you blinked as he set down a neatly packaged box, opening it to reveal a stunning chocolate cake—your favorite. a glossy melted chocolate glaze dripped down the sides, with crushed nuts delicately lining the edges. your heart swelled at the effort he always put into your relationship.

jay reached into a drawer, pulling out a candle and lighter. he carefully placed the candle in the center before lighting it, the soft glow reflecting in his eyes.

then, in a quiet, warm voice, he began to sing.

"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… happy birthday, my love."

you laughed softly, feeling your heart melt as he gazed at you with so much affection it was almost overwhelming.

"make a wish, baby," he whispered.

you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. but before you could even think of a wish, you realized—you already had everything you could ever want, standing next to you.

a teasing smile tugged at your lips as you opened your eyes. “my wish already came true.”

jay groaned playfully, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “you really know how to make me weak, don’t you?”

you giggled, leaning into his warmth. “just returning the favor.”

with a soft kiss to your forehead, he whispered, “happy birthday, my love.”

and as you blew out the candle, you knew, this was a birthday you’d never forget.

[chlorinecake]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 — a yang jungwon fanfic

𖦹 ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: from the sweet boy you met at your cafe job to an obsessive psycho, yandere!yang jungwon goes to extreme measures to ensure that you’re his.

➳ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of food, abduction and yandere themes, swearing, violence, crying, angst, hickeys, non-con kissing and touching, nudity ~

𖦹 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4k | read pt. 2 , 3 , and 4 here

"I brought you some treats! I hope you’re hungry!" Jungwon placed the woven basket of freshly made delights before you on the center of the picnic mat, his cheerful voice snatching your focus from the daunting thoughts clouding your mind.

"Thank you, Won-ah," you smiled, feigning a sense of gratitude towards his unusual gesture.

"So," he began, revealing the goodie’s hidden beneath the white cloth of the basket. "What do you think of my garden?"

"Well, it’s a change that I’ll have to learn to get used to," you admitted, too timid to meet his curious feline eyes. "My life in the city followed a work-sleep-repeat schedule," you went on. "Where I’m from, no one really cared to spend their free time outdoors. Your garden, though... it’s rather strange at best, especially considering that you’ve maintained it all by yourself."

Jungwon simply nodded in response as he arranged a few sandwiches and a bowl of sweet cream and sugar-soaked strawberries for the two of you on a sharing platter, savoring one of the bright red berries in his mouth.

"Jungwon?"

He swallowed and said, "Yes, my love?"

"Are you going to keep me here forever?"

Chirping birds in the distance temporarily filled the silence.

"Hmm… When you’re deeply in love with someone, you often like to think that time is an irrelevant variable. I would say that forever is quite a strong word, yet, a perfect one to describe my infinite love for you." His eyes lit up at the mere thought of infinity and beyond with you, the love of his life.

You nodded in response, taking a corner of one of the sandwiches Jungwon had prepared into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the soft white bread.

"I’m not much of a cook, but I tried to recreate the little sandwiches you used to make me at the cafe to the best of my ability. I remember when you recommended that I try them because they were your favorite lunch item on the menu." He smiled to himself at the memory before searching your features for any clue as to what was going on in your head.

"It’s not identical, but I almost prefer your version of the treat," you admitted, trying to mask the awkwardness between you two. "It’s sweeter. Softer. Unlike the stale bread and recycled fruit I’d make them with at the cafe,"

Jungwon chuckled in response, and your lips couldn’t help but tug upward at each corner. Deep down, you wanted to believe that somewhere in Jungwon’s twisted brain, he was the same shy and innocent boy you previously met at your cafe job on a slow Tuesday morning.

The boy you wanted to learn more about at your own pace and on your own terms.

The boy you used to dream would somehow save you from the mundane patterns of your exhausting city life.

Though, in an odd way, you got what you asked for.

"Jungwon?"

"Yes," he answered, yet asked, slightly curious about your reasons for wanting to question him again.

"Are you anything like the ‘you’ I met before all this?"

It had only been three days since Jungwon had abducted you, hiding you away in his garden of arcane wonders. Before today, you and him had hardly made any conversation since you arrived here, as he didn’t see any need for chatting given the fact that you two had already gotten to know each other personally. Just yesterday, he offered to give you a tour of one of the smaller greenhouses he owned, saying that you would have to wait a while before he showed you the rest of his field. Presently, this is your first time leaving your "room" since day one, mostly for Jungwon’s selfish desires of wanting to have a little picnic date with you. Perhaps this was all a ploy to manipulate your trust. Nonetheless, you wanted to use this time with Jungwon as an opportunity to ask him to clarify his deeper intentions. The only things Jungwon had made verbally clear to you were a set of rules for you to follow and that you were his and his only.

He cleared his throat before saying, "Yes. I am the same Jungwon that you met at the cafe as I am now and always will be. The only thing that’s changed are my feelings for you. They’ve grown since I brought you here with me. Since I’ve shared this part of my life with you." A forlorn expression waved over his features for a moment. He looked into your weak eyes as if speaking to your soul.

"I love you."

You felt obligated to say a set of three words back to him, but they were caught in your throat. You swallowed your own resistance and blurted out a shaky, "I love you, too, Jungwon," hoping that you sounded as sincere as you wanted him to believe you were. It’s not that you were incapable of ever loving Jungwon. At one point, you felt like you almost did. Unfortunately, all of those "what ifs" went out the window after the garden. Even after considering Jungwon’s plea for innocence, you felt in your gut that you still couldn’t trust him. Rightfully so, given that he had already betrayed your trust on such a level. Your false confession of love rang true to Jungwon’s ears, and the forlorn look on his face faltered, being replaced with his familiar smile. It startled you to see how the smile of his that used to comfort you had already become one of fright.

"Come here," he said, motioning for you to sit on his lap in a lotus position. He braced the small of your back with his larger hand, the other hand alternating between exploring either your thigh, cheek, or loose baby hairs. You could hardly keep eye contact with him, missing the close proximity you two had once enjoyed on the checkered picnic mat.

"I think it’s only fair that I ask you a question of my own, seeing that you’ve interrogated me twice thus far."

In that moment, Jungwon somehow made you feel guilty for not trusting him. It's been a few days, and you’ve been alright as rain under his sheltering. He certainly had been as sweet as the boy you first met, but you still couldn’t let his words disregard the facts. Jungwon had kidnapped you and never intended on letting you go. He lured you in like a fish in water, and you took the bait. Trying to avoid asking him what he wanted to know, as that would be yet another question on your behalf, you confessed, saying: "Whatever the question may be, I promise to answer you truthfully this time. I’m sorry for lying to you about certain things in the past."

You looked so submissive in Jungwon’s eyes while situated in his lap with your legs wrapped around him, his greedy hands left to explore your soft skin and every curve of your anxious body. You regained some ability to maintain eye contact with him while you awaited his question, your docile doe eyes opening a gate to Jungwon’s wildest fantasies of you, as your two hearts were the only beats present in this lonely field. You noticed Jungwon’s previously innocent aura falter into a darker, more lustful one upon feeling the sensation of his length growing harder beneath you. Your eyes fell to his lap and widened at the sight of his bulge.

"Jungwo-" he stopped you mid-sentence by taking your chin in his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. He remembered your previous confession of dishonesty regarding your past interactions with him, inspiring a catalog of questions he wanted to ask you before settling on the one most important to him.

"____," he sighed, feeling his body tingle all over at the mere contact with your now goosebump-bathed skin. This state had you both scared for different reasons. For him, it was the closeness of the moment—an obedient you cradled in his embrace like he’d always dreamed of. For you, it was also the closeness, coupled with the sight of an obsessed and hungry Jungwon biting back every will in his body to ravish you on the spot. The dainty meal he had prepared was long forgotten, likely to be left to insects and other wild life to feast upon in the meantime. He smoothed the tiny bumps on your nervous arm with a hard hand, hoping to ease your apparent nerves that only grew with the delay of his question.

"Were you lying to me when you said you weren’t a virgin?"

The question caused a pit to form in your stomach. It was written all over your face. However, as in most cases, Jungwon was more concerned with your answer than how his question made you feel. The fact that he was already hard just made the situation even more painful. He seemed to be patient for your response, but you didn’t want to push your luck and forced yourself to answer, but only with a soft mumble.

"Yes, I- I'm a virgin," you regretfully admitted, looking away from his face again, feeling some sort of strange shame. Silence filled the air as you awaited a sentence from Jungwon that never came. Only his pouty lips linked with yours, not exactly according to the way you previously would’ve preferred your first kiss with him to be, and certainly not under such circumstances. You instinctively pulled away in disgust, but luckily, with him being caught up in his own delusions, he saw your resistance to his kiss as a break for air. Suddenly, the dreamy boy you met in the cafe lost all of his charm, looking no different from a casual pervert.

"You’re mine. From the moment I saw you, I fucking knew your soul belonged to me. It’s hard to believe a beautiful girl like you is so intimately pure." He laved at his own lips, trying to steady his breathing.

"Were you waiting for me? Love?"

You struggled in his grip, senselessly trying to get away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t get very far.

"What is it, _____? I thought you loved me," his voice cracked, almost in a confused cry.

"Eugh!" you squirmed as he held you tighter.

"You can’t force me to love you back!"

That comment stung like a needle in his heart.

"Force you? So you lied to me. Again?"

"I can learn to love you, Jungwon! Just not like this!" You pleaded with him, your eyes beginning to well with tears. Though his despair soon returned to its original lustful desires. He pushed you off of his lap and pinned you by your hands to the picnic mat, your arms framing your head so gracefully.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this—to be so close to you that we’re breathing each other’s air," he confessed in between a trail of wet kisses, his sugary pink saliva glistening on your neck and collarbone under the sunlight peeking through the trees. He hungrily nibbled on your exposed skin, causing a moan to erupt from your throat unintentionally. The vibrations from your throat tantalized his lips, forcing a low grunt from him as he smirked against your flesh, the once-uncomfortable nips turning into painful pinches. His hand focused on kneading your hip before gripping your waist, the other curiously hovering over one of your breasts before taking hold of it like his life depended on it.

"Please, Jungwon-ah," you whimpered, your tears still too shy to fully come out, or perhaps it was the newfound anger and hate you’d developed for him that hindered your tears from flowing. He stopped his ministrations to your neck and chest momentarily, his elbows caging you beneath him. He stared at you with an uncanny fondness, thinking to himself how much he’d like to force those bashful tears out of your eyes with his greedy dick alone.

"Shh, my flower... You have nothing to be afraid of. You’re safe here with me," he said in a soft voice, causing you to spiral in your head, a thick tear finally daring to tip over the damp edge of your lower eyelid. His eyes followed the tear, sliding down your cheeks before resting in the crook of your chest. He dove down to catch the liquid with his tongue, but was halted by a harsh slap planted right across his face. ‘Why did I do that?’ you thought to yourself.

"You little bitch," he cursed, flipping you on your stomach and restraining your movements with much greater success than before. He unzipped his pants and pressed his hardness on your back, leaning close enough to your ear so you could hear the sick nothings he whispered to you.

"Do you feel that, love? That’s how much power you have over me. My manhood has always been my weakest member. It submits to you in ways I both love and hate. But I have control over your entire body, and don’t you ever fucking forget that," he ordered, sitting on your legs as he hurriedly stammered to remove your clothing. You knew that at this point, fighting wouldn’t help you, but the haste with which your clothes were flying off your body only added fuel to your rage. You felt foolish, used, and soon to be abused under his tight grip. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you damned yourself for not seeing it any sooner. A cacophony of thoughts ran through your head, making you feel much more than half-crazy. You wanted to cry, and you did. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. The only sound that escaped your mouth was a weak, raspy sentence:

"I’m not a flower, Jungwon."

He stopped abruptly, staring at your bare and bruised figure beneath him, glistening in a sheen of sweat. Your rebuttal rang true in his ears, and he said to himself, yes, you were indeed far from a flower. For now, that is. His aggressive demeanor switched to that of a more calm and understanding one. He leaned down to gently peck an appealing corner of your neck that he had previously marked, a cherry red hue rising to the surface of your skin. He then trailed a finger down your spine, saying something that you didn’t know was either to you or himself.

"Why didn’t I think of that before? Every flower ought to have petals." You were very confused yet grateful that the abuse didn’t go any further, with Jungwon leaping off of your tired body and running off to his personal shed, leaving a naked, crying you sprawled upon the checkered picnic mat alone under the sun. The once tasty delights had become the second most disgusting thing in the dreaded garden, with Jungwon placing first.

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✎ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.

☆ ᴘ.ꜱ: this is my first fanfic, so i really hope you all enjoyed this short story! if it seems like i got a little carried away with myself here, it’s because i originally wrote this idea about someone else but changed my mind last minute haha… feel free to put in any requests for future works and provide feedback! love always <3

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[pankowcrumbs]

Hi there, hope your doing well. I was wondering if you can do a Will Poulter x fem reader based on this prompt?

Will leaned over me with a grin, channelling his inner Buzz Lightyear, and said, “To infinity and beyond!” I didn’t even flinch. He repeated it. Louder. “TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!” Still nothing. At that point, I could tell he was spiraling. “Okay, okay,” he muttered, moving on. “You’ve got a friend in me,” he tried. I finally cracked open an eye, looked at him, and groggily said, “Will, are you okay? You’ve just quoted from Toy Story.. You’re turning into Pixar.” He grinned sheepishly. “Okay, but it was worth a shot.”

Pixar X Will Poulter (Requested)

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Will Poulter Masterlist

AN: I hope this is what you wanted I wasn't sure I fully understood it so I hope it's okay!

I’d barely slept the night before. Too many emails. Too many thoughts. Too much coffee far too late. So naturally, when the lazy Sunday rolled around, I seized the opportunity to plant myself on the sofa and dissolve into a glorified blanket burrito.

Will, however, had other plans.

He’d been unusually chipper all morning cleaning the kitchen, humming show tunes, and, from the sound of it, reorganising the spice rack alphabetically. I’d buried myself deeper into the cushions and hoped he’d take the hint.

Nope.

He appeared beside me with the stealth of a toddler hopped up on sugar and leaned over dramatically, grinning from ear to ear.

“To infinity and beyond!” he declared in his best Buzz Lightyear voice.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. I was halfway between sleep and a coma, and frankly, nothing short of a fire drill could pull me out of it.

He tried again. Louder this time.

“TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!”

Still nothing.

There was a pause. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Then, with the enthusiasm of someone descending into a very charming breakdown, he muttered, “Okay, okay… You’ve got a friend in me…”

I cracked open one eye, bleary and unimpressed. “Will… are you okay?”

He blinked at me.

“You’ve just quoted Toy Story,” I added slowly, sitting up a little. “You’re turning into Pixar.”

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, but it was worth a shot. You weren’t responding to anything.”

I stared at him, amused despite myself. His hair was a mess, his shirt was on inside out, and he looked like a man who had fully committed to the bit. Classic Will.

“You’re spiralling,” I said, yawning.

“Bit dramatic,” he said, flopping onto the sofa beside me. “But not entirely inaccurate.”

We sat there in silence for a beat, the kind that only exists between two people very much at ease with each other. Then, without looking at him, I murmured, “You’re lucky I like Toy Story.”

He turned to me, hopeful. “So you do think I’m your friend?”

“I think you’re an idiot.”

“An endearing idiot?” he asked, nudging my leg with his.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Sure. One of those.”

He grinned triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself, and pulled the blanket off my shoulders to wrap us both in it.

“See,” he said smugly, “I am your friend.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut again. “You’re still not Buzz Lightyear.”

“Fair,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “But I’d go to infinity and beyond for you anyway.”

I groaned into his jumper. “That was awful.”

“And yet,” he said, holding me tighter, “you’re still here.”

Damn it. He had a point.

[papernrubber]

Hey! As agreed, I brought chapter one of the Ziam fanfic. Don't forget to tell me what you guys think.

Unspoken Words | Ziam

Chapter 1

Eyes can't shine

Unless there's something burning bright behind

Since you went away, there's nothing left in mine

I feel myself running out of time

And now I'm one step closer to being

Two steps far from you

(Infinity - 1D)

Liam Payne A few days later

Doing this community work in person was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Just like during the pandemic, the feeling of helping people is something beyond measure. I've always felt like I was literally born to save and help others—that's always been my biggest purpose.

Especially because, right now, my biggest need is also to help myself. The battle to stay sober has been tough, but I have hope that this will be another one I’ll overcome—no matter how hard things get.

Right now, I’m living in London. My life has been calmer than I expected it to be. I’ve been avoiding events, but there are some I just can’t skip. One of them was an interview I attended and, well… after over 40 days sober, I had a relapse.

This weekend, I was supposed to be with Bear since it was something I had arranged with Cheryl. We got along really well, even after the breakup. Can’t say the same about Maya, though. That breakup was messy, and something tells me it's not over yet.

I had my phone propped up on the kitchen counter while I talked to Louis.

"Tommo, you should join in too, it’s gonna be fun."

"I’d love to, but I’m kinda drowning in stuff right now. Maybe I’ll show up as a surprise one day."

"I’m sure the kids will love it."

"How do you even know that, Payno? You haven’t even been there yet."

"I just know, duh. You know that even with our solo careers, people will always connect us to the band, especially the younger ones."

"I hate to say this, but you might be right. Just maybe."

"I’m always right, lad."

"Screw you, Payno. Hey. I talked to Niall yesterday."

"Oh yeah? I miss Niall, I think it’s been weeks since I last talked to him."

"He wants to set up something, get the group together. You know? I already told him I’m in, as long as he doesn’t invite Zayn."

When he said Zayn’s name, I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"Either way, I doubt he’d even come."

"He shouldn’t. It wouldn’t make sense for him to meet up with us."

"Maybe."

"I know you don’t like when we talk about this, but it’s the truth."

"You know what I think about it, Tommo. You used to think the same way."

"I did. Before he did what he did. Or better yet, what he didn’t do. That was the problem."

"I get you."

"Of course, you do. You’re you."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

"I would never compliment you."

"Yeah, sure. I’ll pretend I believe that."

"Alright, Payno. I gotta go. Freddie wants to play ball. See you later."

"Alright. Say hi to the little one for me."**

"Sure. Bye."

Instead of waving, he gave me the middle finger and hung up the call.

I put my phone aside, debating what to do. My fingers moved almost automatically to Zayn’s Instagram. He didn’t have many photos, and he rarely posted stories. I couldn’t even remember the last time we talked. It was literally… just a memory.

It was already nighttime when Cheryl dropped Bear off. After a good dinner (which I ordered, not cooked), we were curled up under the blankets watching cartoons.

"Daddy." Bear poked my face, pulling my attention to him.

"Yeah, buddy?" I smiled, brushing his hair away from his face.

"When are we seeing Freddie again?" he asked. His big, expressive eyes—so much like his mother’s—stared up at me.

"I think soon. His dad and I are planning it… Maybe even Niall and Harry will come." I explained. He already knew who they were, obviously.

"What about Zayn?" he asked, and I sighed.

It wouldn’t be weird if he knew who Zayn was.

"He’s not coming, buddy." I ruffled his hair and gave him a small smile. "Time for bed, huh?"

"Goodnight, Daddy." he grinned, and I kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight, little man."

Zayn Malik

Distancing myself from everything and everyone might’ve been the best decision I ever made—at least at the time I needed it most. It wasn’t easy, especially since my anxiety would kick in and make me feel awful, but I think I’m finally getting past that. That’s why I decided to join this community work.

I was a little anxious about how it would go. The first day was just a quick presentation, followed by a month of hands-on work—both organizing and working with kids.

After my breakup with Gigi, things got even quieter and… stranger. But it made me realize that maybe, I never really loved her the way I thought I did. At least she gave me the most important person in my life—Khai.

That day, I was with my daughter. She was incredibly smart for a three-year-old. She ran around all over the place, loved to scribble on everything��including the walls. That’s why I started encouraging her to paint on paper instead. I’d draw things she liked, and she’d use paint, crayons, or colored pencils. It was the funniest thing ever.

After she fell asleep, it was already late. I lay down, working on a song—Alienated. It was still rough, without a melody yet, but the lyrics were slowly taking shape.

They made me think a lot about my life after I pulled away from everything, choosing to live far from the spotlight. But I had decided I needed to get back into it—I needed to make music again. And I was sure this community work would help me with that too.

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AVENGERS: THE CREATOR

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Chapter 2: The Woman Behind the Stones

( Dr. Strange’s pov)

I had been going through the Library of Kamar-Taj for hours, the vast collection of texts stretching far beyond what my mind could grasp. Books filled with sacred knowledge and arcane wisdom from across the multiverse sat silently on the shelves, waiting to be uncovered. But in the corner, nestled in the shadows, an ancient tome caught my eye. It was different from the others—its cover worn, its pages yellowed with age. It was tucked away, as though deliberately hidden from view, yet it felt… familiar.

I reached for it instinctively, a sense of urgency prickling at the back of my mind. As my fingers brushed the edges of the book, an odd tremor ran through me, like the world shifted slightly out of focus. I opened it slowly, my heart racing with the knowledge that something far beyond my understanding was about to unfold.

What I found inside left me speechless.

The text was unlike anything I’d encountered before. The language was foreign, a mix of symbols and inscriptions I couldn’t immediately decode. But there, amid the cryptic writing, was something else—something that chilled me to my core. The book spoke of a being, a female creator, who was responsible for the birth of the Infinity Stones. But the most shocking revelation was that this creator was not some ancient myth. She was alive. On Earth.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The stones weren’t just artifacts created by an unknown force—they were the work of a single being, a woman, who had shaped them ten thousand years ago. She had fashioned the stones just after the universe itself was fully formed, harnessing the raw energies of creation itself. Each stone—Power, Time, Space, Reality, Soul, and Mind—was a piece of her design, an intentional fragment of power meant for a purpose I couldn’t yet understand.

I had heard whispers of such things before—rumors, legends, but nothing concrete. Until now. This wasn’t just ancient knowledge; it was a map. A key to understanding the true origins of the stones, the force that bound them, and the mind behind their creation. And worse still—she was still out there, hidden somewhere on this planet.

I couldn’t let it go. I spent the next two days combing through every detail, pouring over the book’s pages, trying to make sense of its meaning. Every word seemed to carry a weight I couldn’t shake, like a burden I wasn’t yet prepared to bear. It became clear that this knowledge was far too dangerous to be left in isolation. If it fell into the wrong hands, the entire universe could be at risk.

I went to Wong for help, of course. He’s the one person I trust to think through things logically when my own mind feels scattered. The moment I told him about the contents of the book, he was stunned into silence. I’d never seen him like this—his usually composed demeanor faltered as he processed the information.

“This… is beyond anything I imagined,” Wong finally said, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and fear. “The creator of the stones? She’s alive?”

I nodded, my own unease mirrored in his words. “She’s here, Wong. And if this knowledge gets into the wrong hands, everything we know is at risk.”

The more we researched, the more the gravity of the situation settled over me like a storm cloud. This woman—this creator—had designed the stones with a purpose, a purpose we had no way of fully understanding yet. The very fabric of reality was tied to her creation. And she had been hiding in plain sight all this time.

I couldn’t stay here any longer, buried in ancient texts. This was bigger than Kamar-Taj. Bigger than me. The fate of the entire universe could hinge on what I had just uncovered.

That’s when I decided. I had to speak to Fury.

Nick Fury was the one person I knew would understand the implications. He may not have been a mystic, but he understood power, and he understood threats. And whatever was inside that book was a threat.

I found him at SHIELD’s base, as usual, in the heart of a storm of chaos. His office was filled with the usual clutter—papers, files, half-drunk cups of coffee—but he stood up when he saw me enter, his posture immediately shifting to something more alert, more focused.

“Strange,” Fury greeted, his one good eye sizing me up. “What’s so urgent?”

I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. I placed the book on the desk in front of him, watching as his gaze flickered to the cover, then back to me. Fury was the master of maintaining composure, but even he couldn’t hide the flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“I found something,” I said, my voice low. “Something that could change everything we know about the Infinity Stones.”

Fury leaned forward, his expression darkening as he studied the book. He didn’t ask questions right away—he was good at waiting, letting the silence hang until he got what he needed. But I could feel the weight of his scrutiny. This was no ordinary revelation.

“The stones,” I continued, “they weren’t just created by chance. There was someone behind them. A woman. She created them ten thousand years ago, just after the universe was fully formed.”

Fury’s gaze never left the book, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. “And you think she’s still here? Alive?”

“She’s here. Alive. Somewhere on Earth.”

Fury didn’t flinch, but I could tell his mind was racing now, processing the potential threat, the implications of what I was saying.

“I don’t know what her intentions are, Fury,” I said. “But she’s the key to everything. The stones, the balance of power across the universe—it’s all tied to her.”

Fury finally looked up at me, his face hardening with resolve. “We need to find her.”

I nodded, my mind already turning to the next steps. The creator of the Infinity Stones was alive. She was here, on Earth.

“This knowledge,” I said, my voice steady but filled with quiet urgency, “is more dangerous than anything we’ve ever faced. We need to be prepared.”

Fury didn’t waste any time. “We will find her. But for now, we keep this between us. No one else knows about this… yet.”

I nodded. The weight of the book and the knowledge within it still pressed heavily on me. I had uncovered something that could reshape everything we thought we knew about the universe. And if I didn’t handle it carefully, we might all find ourselves at the mercy of forces we weren’t ready to face.

As I left Fury’s office, the book remained locked in my mind, the answers it held still just out of reach, yet tantalizingly close. The creator of the Infinity Stones was real. She was alive.

(Time skip)

It had been a week since I first shared the shocking revelation with Fury about the creator of the Infinity Stones. A week of sleepless nights spent pouring over that mysterious book, hoping to unearth more answers. Wong and I had scoured every corner of Kamar-Taj’s archives, every hidden manuscript, and every old legend we could find. But the deeper we dug, the more elusive the truth became. All we had were scattered fragments—whispers from ancient times, half-forgotten tales, myths passed down through generations. And yet, despite all our effort, there was still no solid evidence.

We couldn’t be sure if it was real or just another legend buried in the annals of history. The only certainty was that we had to find her.

Today, we were set to meet with Fury and the Avengers, a group I never thought would one day sit around the same table as me. They didn’t know what was at stake, but I needed to tell them. They had to understand the gravity of what we were dealing with.

As I entered the conference room, the familiar faces of the Avengers were already seated around the large table. Tony was fiddling with a small gadget, Clint was leaning back with his arms crossed, Bruce was quietly observing everyone, and Thor and Steve were deep in conversation. Natasha’s sharp eyes tracked my every move as I stepped into the room, while Fury sat at the head of the table, as unshakable as ever.

“Strange, come in. We were waiting for you,” Fury said, his voice as commanding as usual.

I nodded, my gaze sweeping across the room. There were so many questions in the air. No one knew exactly why they were here, but today, I would change that.

“So, what’s this about?” Bruce asked, his brow furrowing in that scientist way of his—an analytical mind, always wanting answers.

I didn’t waste time. “I suppose everyone knows about the Infinity Stones.” I let the words hang in the air, knowing they all understood the weight of those six words.

“The Tesseract, inside that holds the Space Stone. That’s the Infinity Stone, right?” Natasha asks , her voice booming with the authority of someone who had been around cosmic forces far older than the Earth itself.

“Yes, and there are five more. A total of six,” I replied, feeling the weight of their collective attention on me. This was it. The moment to reveal the truth.

“So, why are you here?” Tony interrupted, raising an eyebrow with his usual cocky demeanor. His tone was dismissive, but there was a flicker of curiosity behind his words.

I took a deep breath. “A week ago, I found out about the creator of the Infinity Stones.”

The room fell into an eerie silence. Every eye in the room turned to me, disbelief hanging thick in the air. They were waiting for an explanation, but the truth was a hard pill to swallow.

“I thought they were formed by the cosmic entities after the universe began,” Clint spoke up, his voice skeptical. He leaned forward, the disbelief evident in his posture.

“That’s what we were made to think. To avoid people from knowing the truth,” Fury said, his voice gravely serious. His gaze was fixed on me, but I could tell he was already processing the implications.

“How did you know about the creator? And how true is it?” Steve asked, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched. His voice had a sharp edge, but the skepticism in his tone couldn’t hide the underlying tension.

“I found a book. In the Kamar-Taj library,” I explained, my eyes scanning the faces around the table. “It didn’t have a title, and at first, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. But after days of research… I’m certain. This is 100% true.”

The room went dead quiet again, the gravity of my words sinking in. I could almost feel the gears turning in their heads, each of them processing the information in their own way.

“So what are we supposed to do with this?” Tony finally asked, his voice low, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. His usual sarcasm was absent for once, replaced by the cautious curiosity of someone who knew when something serious was at stake.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the ancient book, the one that had unlocked everything. The leather cover was cracked, the pages yellowed with age. I placed it in the center of the table, its significance immediately felt by everyone in the room. The Avengers leaned in, their attention fixed on the tome. Fury’s eyes narrowed as he studied it, waiting for me to explain more.

“We’re going to find her,” Fury said, his voice calm but resolute. “And we’re going to get her help to stop Loki. She may have the power to stop the Tesseract.”

A brief flash of confusion crossed the faces around the table. “Do you have a photo of her?” Thor asked, his voice carrying the weight of his Asgardian authority.

I nodded. Slowly, I opened the book to reveal a very old picture, worn at the edges, but still unmistakably clear. There she was—a woman, poised and regal. She sat with a black blade sword in her hands, adorned in intricate, beautiful jewelry, her long, flowing dark hair framing a sharp, commanding face. She wore an ornate Indian dress, the elegance and power in her posture almost palpable. Her eyes, deep black pools, seemed to stare right through time itself. The picture didn’t just capture her image—it captured the essence of her.

The room fell into an uncomfortable stillness as they all stared at the woman in the photograph. Even Tony, for all his bravado, couldn’t tear his eyes away. The power radiating off of her was almost tangible.

“What’s her name?” Bruce asked, his voice barely a whisper, as though speaking her name would bring the full force of her presence into the room.

“Y/n, the former Empress of India.” I said, my voice steady but reverberating with the weight of her name. “The universe’s most powerful person. An immortal woman. Nothing in this universe can kill her.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, settling on everyone like a cold, unsettling truth. Tony leaned forward, his usual cockiness replaced by genuine curiosity and perhaps even a hint of fear. “So, you’re telling us that the woman who created the Infinity Stones is not only alive but she’s out there… and she’s the most powerful being we could ever face?”

I nodded. “Yes. And if she’s willing to help us, we may be our only hope in stopping Loki and preventing him from unleashing the power of the Tesseract.”

Fury didn’t flinch, his eyes never leaving the book, as if assessing the risks, the stakes, and what we had to do next. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with the kind of cold resolve I had come to expect from him. “We don’t know where she is. We don’t know what she wants. But we need to find her, and we need to do it before Loki can get to her. If we don’t, all of this—” he gestured around the room, as though encompassing everything—the team, the universe, their very existence—“could fall apart.”

Everyone was silent, processing. And as they sat there, each of them weighed down by the magnitude of what I had just revealed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Finding Y/n wouldn’t be easy. And even if we found her, there was no guarantee she would help us. She was a force of nature, untouchable, a creator of worlds—and now, perhaps, our last hope.

-to be continued

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (two weeks ago but), thank you 💖 Currently in a writing slump so don’t have any active WIPs to share (beyond a vague list of bulleted ideas).

But thought I’d use the opportunity to share a scene I cut from one of my fics last year. The scene didn’t fit with the story but, hey, I find it silly and cute so I wanted to share it.

No pressure tags to @dewdropreader @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @mirilyawrites @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows @mimisempai @rins-love-wins and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (right back at you!)

Mobius and Loki have wrapped a mission with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts…

Mobius took a sip of wine and looked at the dark blue ocean below him. The view was gorgeous. Maybe he should get that infinity pool for their vacation home Loki was always going on about. The god would definitely be demanding a remodel after seeing Tony Stark’s home now anyway. 

“That was a clever trick you pulled today,” Pepper said, coming to stand beside him. “How did you know to bait Slattery with an unfinished Shakespeare manuscript?” 

“Oh, I know you probably can’t tell from my youthful glow, but I’m a lot older than I look,” Mobius chuckled. “I’ve run into a few Trevor Slatterys in my time. They’re surprisingly opportunistic. Figured besting Shakespeare would be too hard for him to resist.”  

“Hm, I see Loki’s not the only clever trickster around. You make a good pair. I imagine he keeps you busy.” 

“You have no idea.”

“Tony thinks you make a good pair too. Although, he thinks it's because you’re opposites.” 

“You don’t?” Mobius asked, turning to face Pepper. 

Pepper shook her head. “No. I think you make a good pair because you’re more similar than you appear. You give him hope that things can be different, see the good in him he doesn’t see himself. And, I suspect, he does the same for you.” 

A contemplative silence filled the air between them. Mobius looked towards the horizon. The stars were only just beginning to appear in the purple twilight sky. A billion worlds in this timeline, safe because of their actions today.  

“Well then,” Pepper continued, “shall we see how our boys are doing? I’m a little nervous leaving them alone so long.” 

“Loki won’t hurt anyone.” 

“Oh, it wasn’t him I was worried about.” 

The pair made their way downstairs to Tony’s workstation where, sure enough, they found the two embroiled in a heated argument. 

“No, stop. Don’t touch that!” Tony swatted Loki’s hands away from some odd-looking contraption on the table before them. 

“I’m not going to break anything,” Loki huffed. 

“Says the guy who destroyed half of New York City.” 

“I’ve already apologized. Twice! Now, will you just-” 

“Ack! I said no touching!” 

Loki rolled his eyes and stepped away. He raised his hands in mock surrender before he flicked his wrist. In a flash of green magic, a piece connecting two parts of the invention fell and was replaced with a glowing piece of metal from across the room. The machine buzzed to life. 

“There,” Loki sighed, “see. It works.” 

Tony gazed wide-eyed at his invention with a cock of his head. “Now that. Hm.” He looked down at his tablet. “I hadn’t…. These readings… How did you do that?”  

“You Midgardians have such a narrow view of science,” Loki grumbled. “I simply harnessed the power within the system you built and re-routed it through a more malleable conductor. Without the restraints, the energy can flow more freely, giving life to itself, creating an indefinite loop.” 

“Huh. That… that works.” 

“Obviously or I wouldn’t have done it. Where I come from, magic and science are one and the same, and I happen to be an excellent mage.”  

Tony glanced back at his tablet once more before he returned his gaze to Loki. His eyes glistened with barely restrained excitement. “Okay smartass, how would you fix this?” 

Tony steered Loki to the back of the room where a suit labeled Mk 22 took a few unsteady steps and collapsed in a heap of metal. Loki tilted his head in eager curiosity and began to work. Magic swirled around him while he murmured explanations to Tony who seemed to hang on every word. It wasn’t long before the two were lost in their own world, debating and testing theories far beyond anyone else's understanding. 

“You’re right,” Pepper chuckled beside Mobius, “they are cute together.”  

“Huh, what was that Pep?” Tony asked. 

“What are you two talking about?” Loki interjected. 

“Oh, did I show you their wedding photo?” Mobius asked, fishing his TemPad out of his pocket. “Adorable.” 

He pulled up the photos he’d saved from Timeline 465281 and passed the TemPad to Pepper. 

“Mobius, whose wedding photo?” Loki repeated while he and Tony approached hesitantly. 

“Aw, Tony! You’re so happy, look!” Pepper shoved the TemPad, equipped with the wedding photo of Loki Odinson and Tony Stark, into the Avenger’s face. Tony’s complexion grew worrying pale while Loki’s face took on a distinctly green hue. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony began in a choked voice, “but in what universe-” 

“Universe 465281 apparently,” Pepper supplied, scrolling through more photos. “You two get your puppy to be ring bearer?? How cute is that?” 

“Might I inquire the location of the nearest restroom?” Loki asked. “I suddenly feel the urge to vomit.” 

“Nope, not in my restroom you’re not," Tony said. "Actually, I think it’s time for you to go. You’ve overstayed your welcome.” 

“For once we are in agreement.” With a poof of magic Loki was dressed back in his standard TVA suit. He straightened his tie. “Tony, I say this with the deepest sincerity, please try to keep out of trouble. I'd really rather not be called in to save you again."

“Right back at you, Bambi,” Tony quipped. 

“Ugh, I’ve already told you,” Loki seethed, barely restrained magic sparking at his fingertips, “I don’t like that-”

“Okay, let’s go.” Mobius steered Loki towards an already open timedoor. “Pepper, Tony, a pleasure. We’ll keep an eye on your timeline for a few days. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll cross paths again."

“Yeah, no. If I have any luck at all, see you never. Buh-bye now,” Tony finished. 

Mobius and Loki stepped back to the TVA. Mobius turned laughing, ready to apologize for keeping the information about Timeline 465281 a secret, but found himself suddenly wrapped in a tight hug from the god. 

“Oof, hey there Lokes. I know I get jealous sometimes but, trust me, I’m not concerned at all about you running off with-” 

“Are you okay?” Loki interrupted quietly. He pulled back with an examining gaze. “What do you need from me? I know today was difficult for you.” 

Mobius’ heart softened at the compassion on Loki’s face and he pulled Loki in for another hug. His headache had long since subsided but his brain was still foggy and he felt more exhausted than he had in months. 

 “I’ll be alright. Thank you Loki. Thank you for seeing what I have a hard time seeing myself.” 

Loki tightened his arms around Mobius and laid a kiss to his brow. “I’m just glad I was there to help you today. You are there so often for me, please don’t shut me out anymore. I want to be here for you. We all want to be here for you; you’re not alone anymore.”   

“I know.” 

The TemPad in Mobius’ pocket gave an obnoxiously loud trill. He’d never heard that sound before. Mobius flinched and pulled it out of his pocket, what was going on now? He let out a soft chuckle of surprise when he saw the message that flashed across the screen. 

728 hours worked. Caseload for Agent MMM5313 frozen. Mandatory vacation required. 

“Well,” Loki smirked, looking over his shoulder, “I see B-15 is putting her Deputy Director privileges to good use. You’re not going to try and argue with her on this, are you?” 

“No,” Mobius laughed. “I’m not. She’s right. I could definitely use a vacation.” 

“Well then Director,” Loki hummed. “Where shall we go?” 

“You know… I was thinking you might be right about a remodel to our vacation home. What do you say we give Stark a run for his money and see who can make the best Malibu beach house?” 

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Commentary – Get F*cked (Wasteland Bear God, Ep. 11)

Ah, yes, Episode 11. Aptly titled “Get F*cked.”

This was one of those entries where I wanted to flex absurdity and escalate the divine shitposting to new heights. You could say this was the Bear God’s way of giving the finger to narrative convention, worldbuilding etiquette, and probably decency itself.

I had a thought of starting to bring in other pop culture references, cameos if you will, and since Rubricon’s smiting and smoldering crater, I thought, “You know what would be fun? Aliens.” I mean, they exist in the Fallout universe anyway, but I just wanted to watch it be a train wreck. So, I cued up the Aliens dude from the History Channel in my head, and like clockwork, the Bear God said, “Nope.” Thus, “it was a trap!” became the story. Ish.

Moving on, the episode works on two levels: one, as a punchline to Rubricon’s presumed end, and two, as the beginning of the Bear God’s unraveling relationship with the Maker (read: oh, hey, that’s me!). I like fourth-wall acknowledgement, and so I figured, what better way to say, “Are you there, God? It’s me, the Bear God.” The beginning of a touching? Reunion? Something. So, I started layering in more of the fourth-wall breaking snark, poking fun at the reader, the story, the characters, and myself. Because if I can’t laugh at my nonsense, then what’s the point?

Also, the alien. Poor Captain Ack-whatever-his-name-was-obviously-a-Star-Wars-Reference. A hell of a name (not really, and yes, I know it was Admiral Snackbar), and he stood zero chance. He barely got a word out (or screen time) before being Spartan-kicked into the stratosphere—wait, no—kicked to infinity and beyond, ha! Anyway, that was the tone I wanted: abrupt, brutal, and hilarious. The Bear God isn’t here for your sci-fi subplot. He’s still dealing with a leathered-up rabbit and an aftertaste of cosmic angst—an interesting concoction . . . like Surge.

Side note: I miss that drink. C’mon, Coca-Cola!

Back on topic, but the letter from the Maker is probably one of my favorite things I’ve written in the series so far. It’s multifaceted because authors are gods; we create, destroy, and provide reason. So, there’s a brief glimpse, and I found it fun to be just acknowledging that a character (while writing other characters) talked some shit, and well, you have to enact some corrective action. Additionally, yeah, it’s aggressive, petty, and a very accurate reflection of how I felt some days while writing the WBG saga, y’know that inner back-and-forth of “What the hell am I doing? Should I keep going?” vs. “Alright, now you have fucked up,” and write an absolute disaster (and trauma) for a character. F-bombs are great, and naturally, I wanted to make that literal. Because nothing says “I win” like a metaphysical paper labeled F-BOMB crash-landing on your protagonist.

Digging a little deeper, sure, there’s always been an undercurrent of control and rebellion in the WBG. The Bear God tries to assert his dominance over the world, but there’s always something bigger pulling strings. At least when it comes to the story, sure, it’s about Him, but it’s not even the second half yet, baby. Overall, it’s me, being a bastard with a keyboard. So I smited that little shit.

Though I suppose, also, there’s an actual reason I didn’t want to go full sci-fi. I guess, not yet, anyway. It was too soon. We needed more myth, more muck, more madness. Adding aliens so more quickly would have derailed that, and I think I’d have derailed the story to be like Paul. So, what better way than to acknowledge them just enough to boot them off the page? Hard.

Anyway, that’s Episode 11. An angry meta tantrum wrapped in nonsense and sprinkled with sarcasm. And paper. A few sheets of very dangerous paper. Shit, the USA government wants to know my location.

Until next time,

RJM

P.S. Yes, I know Ackbar.

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Ohana

Summary: A short sneak peek on the Qin family’s day in Hawaii!

Relationship: Sylus Qin | Qin Che | MC (Cassia)

Language: English, Filipino

Word Count: 1k

┏━°⌜ Special Chapter ⌟°━┓

I giggled as I settled against Sylus’ chest. There’s really nothing that beats a soak in the tub after a very looong day! I felt Sylus give me a chaste kiss on the crook of my neck then on my temple. I turned around to face him and scrunched my nose as I rubbed mine against his.

“Did you have fun, sweetie?” I leaned my right cheek on his chest as I looked up at him and smiled.

“Sus! Hindi pa ba obvious ‘yung sagot d’yan, mahal?” My husband let out another one of his ‘rich people’ chuckles so I couldn’t help but let out a snort. I immediately covered my mouth in surprise. I slowly looked back at Sylus only to see him smirking with one brow up towards me.

“Trip mo na naman ako, sweetie?” Sylus pulled me closer and lazily traced his finger on my waist.

“E kasi naman ‘yung kambal sisihin mo, sila naman ang nag-point out. Ayan tuloy, every time you laugh I can’t help but remember what they said.” He shook his head and cupped my cheeks. I thought Sylus was going to kiss me but he suddenly pinched my cheeks!

Hmph! Nilamutak ba naman ‘yung pisngi ko!

“At least I still made my wife smile and laugh.”

“You sound like you don’t always do that to me everyday.” I smiled as he gave me a quick kiss on the crown of my head.

“You praise me too much, sweetheart.” I playfully rolled my eyes at his remark.

“It’s not like I’m throwing it around for no reason at all, love. How could I not say good things about my husband? Kita mo ba asan tayo ngayon? We’re in Hawaii, baby! You didn’t even need to go through such lengths, I would’ve been happy watching Lilo and Stitch at SM or Vista Cinemas but as usual, you went to infinity and beyond so that me and the twins could enjoy the movie to the fullest.”

“I see what you did there, sweetie. Hahaha!”

“Oh sige nga, sinong character nagsabi nun, boomer?”

“Buzz lightyear, babe.” He lightly flicked my forehead and I rolled my eyes in response.

“Parang may nag-review ah.” I yelped as the water in the tub sloshed around as he pulled me even closer by the butt. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Real cheeky, Mr. Qin.” I scooted back a bit but Sylus suddenly tightened his hold on me.

Yup, still at the same freaking place!

I looked back at him and as expected he had a brow arched up.

“Are you not comfortable with our position, Mrs. Qin?” I immediately shook my head.

“Never, silly… it’s just that, uhm, I thought you’ll be uncomfortable given that my bump is growing.” I immediately wanted to take my words back after I saw his facial expression.

“I’m more concerned if you’re comfortable or not, sweetheart.” Sylus was about to take his hands off me but I huffed and stopped him by grabbing ahold of both his hands.

“Do I look uncomfortable to you, Sy?” I glared at him and while I know he might not take my angry act seriously, he shook his head and placed his hands back.

“Haha! no, ma’am.”

“Buti naman… oh, by the way, why did you get the two bedroom villa, mahal?”

“Well, just in case.” I gave him the most confused look ever while Sylus just gave me an amused look. I sat up slightly and crossed my arms.

“Just in case of what? and eyes up here, mister.” Sylus threw his head back and raised his arms up.

“Hey, they looked at me. So it’s not really my fault, misis ko.”

Okay pregnancy hormones hinay lang—

“The other room is just in case your hormones lead you to wanting to make love. Your OB did mention that you may experience high libido so I came prepared. I can’t have my wife sleeping on a drenched bed. I’d rather carry you immediately to a comfortable bed so that you can relax.”

I immediately turned my back on him. I could feel the tips of my ears burning.

Ugh!

This man!

“Hahaha! Are you blushing, sweetie?” My husband tried to take a peek but I whipped my head to the opposite direction every time until we both ended up laughing at how silly we were being.

“How did I get so lucky to have you as my lifelong partner, dada?” I cupped his cheek and stared at his ruby eyes. Sylus gently held my tummy and gave it a gentle rub.

“I am the one who’s lucky to have you, sweetheart. You’re literally growing a human being in your tummy and I’ll forever be grateful for it and everything you’ve done for me and our family, sweetheart.”

“Pinapaiyak na naman ako…” I sniffled as I hid my head on Sylus’ chest. I felt his thumb wipe my tears.

“Hormones?”

“Yeah, hmph! I will always blame these hormones.” My husband started to hum ‘Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride’ while combing my hair.

“Tahan na, sweetheart.” And just like magic, he managed to calm me down.

The next day…

“Wooh! Kuya Sy!”

“Ate Caaas! Look! Nakakatayo kami oh! Woot! Woot!”

Today, the boys wanted to go surfing and that’s what we’re doing right now. The twins waved at us while standing on their surfing boards. Sylus and I are seated on his surfing board with him hugging me from the back. I gasped as the twins fell from their boards but as soon they emerged from the water, we both started laughing as the two started playfully arguing with the waves. I sighed as I held Sylus' hand.

“I’m hoping that was a good sigh, mahal?” I turned to Sylus and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“Mhm! Haaay, thank you for bringing us here, love.”

“Anything for you, mahal ko.”

“Ayaw mo ba mag-surf din, dada?” Sylus placed his chin at the top of my head and hummed a decline.

“Dito lang ako sa mag-ina ko. How about you, sweetie?”

“Hmm, sabi ni doktora pwede naman daw ako mag-surfing dahil mag-se-second trimester pa lang naman ako, but I’m good here na, dada. Samahan mo naman ‘yung kambal mamaya ha?”

“Alright po, misis ko.” We both chuckled as we continued to watch the twins surf.

So this is what they mean by Ohana means family huh?

The twins, my husband, Sylus, and our little pea, surrounded by the sun and the waves that are filled with our smiles and laughter.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

okay season 7 done, here’s the ranking that no one asked for:

1. bête noire - extremely fun, meticulous and intentional script (one of my fav things about charlie brooker’s writing), great visuals, love the premise and mounting absurdity, the acting and chemistry were fantastic, big fan of the homoeroticism. does a good job of being primarily campy, but also has a little bit of more serious social satire/commentary, mostly around maria and verity’s races (after reading commentary from charlie brooker and the cast, i suspect that the call for both roles did not specify race, but this casting added another incidental layer of depth to the script). basically this is somehow the best episode of season 7 to me and i plan to rewatch it often. also the best lesbian episode but only if you’re into whatever the hell those two had going on

2. uss callister: into infinity - so much fun. i already loved the characters and concept, visuals humor and music were all on-point. i did not feel entirely satisfied as i did with the first, which feels great as a standalone, but i’m still very happy that the sequel exists. although i would love to see a future black mirror episode that shows a more positive side of nerdy passion/hyperfixation, as the ethos of this saga comes from kinda mocking it because robert is a bad person. you can only use the “this is nerdy and lame i don’t like old things” joke so many times. robert daly didn’t suck bc he was a hyperfixated nerd, he sucked bc he was undersocialized, vindictive, and unwilling to consider the autonomy and internal lives of the people around him when given the chance.

3. plaything - the length of this one saves it. it doesn’t overstay its welcome. it’s a very calculated slow burn of a story and i appreciate the concept of simulation games as a reflection of humanity, and biblical stuff recontextualized in such a bizarre but fitting manner (cain and abel, giving the little guys an apple, etc). i’m also just a lifetime sims player and i think about this kind of philosophical stuff so it’s up my alley. and i miss peter capaldi as the doctor.

4. hotel reverie - there’s some good stuff in here, but there were some problems with the pacing, logic, and main actress’s performance that just kinda landed it low among a batch of really strong episodes. the most effective part was dorothy’s sequence in the void, and then that was erased entirely. not nearly as good as san junipero, but still better than hang the dj.

5. common people - well-made but i’m not sure if i will ever watch it again. but good classic black mirror. very very upsetting, the most upsetting of the season by far. this is more a personal anxiety trigger thing than an objective quality thing

6. eulogy - a calm, poignant, and well-executed episode! just not particularly special or exciting to me. i get what it wanted to accomplish and i respect the execution. not sure if i’d rewatch, though. it was forgettable, while common people was not, hence the ranking

updated full series ranking under the cut. asterisk means i haven’t watched it in a while or can’t remember much, so could be reconsidered

1. nosedive

2. uss callister

3. loch henry

4. bête noire

5. san junipero

6. hated in the nation

7. fifteen million merits

8. uss callister: into infinity

9. black museum

10. white bear

11. plaything

12. demon 79

13. white christmas

14. hotel reverie

15. crocodile

16. playtest

17. joan is awful*

18. shut up and dance

19. be right back

20. common people

21. metalhead*

22. eulogy

23. arkangel

24. beyond the sea*

25. the national anthem*

26. mazey day*

27. striking vipers*

28. the entire history of you*

29. men against fire*

30. smithereens*

31. rachel, jack, and ashley too*

32. the waldo moment*

33. hang the dj (i just remember REALLY disliking this one)*

[twinklingcrow]

What if I created a MHA OC that is Yuga’s older sister???

~

So, I don’t have a name for her, but I imagine the sister OC to be in her early twenties and goes a law school in Belgium when Yuga begins attending UA.

I also imagine that while she knows of (and has been negatively affected) by AFO’s presence and knows that Yuga got Naval Laser from him. She is overall clueless about Yuga being forced to be AFO’s spy due to already living/attending University Belgium by the time Yuga was told.

However, she is highly suspicious of something due to Yuga never indicating that he wanted to be a hero. And of Mamayama and Papayama’s odd behavior whenever she asked about why Yuga decides to go to UA and why the Hero Course.

I’d imagine she would learn of what happened during the Traitor Arc. However, due to the wars, she is unable to get a flight to Japan until the wars has concluded. But let’s just say that she’s beyond upset at her parents (and little bit at herself), yelling at them when she visits them in whatever prison they’re in. She also had some choice words for the heroes that allowed Yuga (and the other students) to participate in the Wars.

Then when Yuga leaves UA, he also goes to live in Belgium with his sister because his sister is still attending University there. (Yuga then goes a regular, non-hero based high school while in Belgium and then begins attending a hero-based university in France.)

I don’t feel like drawing atm, so under the cut and using Infinity Nikki, this is what I imagine her fashion sense to be ->

[elysian-flame]

❤️✨Even if I knew I was bound to fall for him,

I wouldn’t have stopped, not even for a breath.

Why would I?

You know how they say when you leap from heights,

The water below turns to stone?

But I fell for this man,

And though I fear the water,

Though I fear the unknown,

I stood at the edge of the world,

And I jumped.

No hesitation, no pause.

No first thought, no second thought.

I just let go, and I fell.

Love doesn’t think, it doesn’t calculate,

It doesn’t ask, "What if I break?"

Love leaps, trusting the fall,

Trusting that something beyond reason will catch it.

And there I was, floating.

Not sinking, not crashing,

But gliding on the surface of something

I thought would drown me.

I realized in that moment

That love is not like water turning to concrete;

It is like air,

Invisible, weightless, and yet it holds you,

Even when you expect to fall hard.

It is said that love isn’t something you choose,

It’s a state of being,

And I let myself be swept into that state,

Without fear, without regret.

Love never fears the fall,

For it knows there’s no end,

Only the infinity of the experience.

So, I jumped,

And when I touched the sky,

I knew I’d never regret it.

Not today, not in a thousand lifetimes.

In love, time ceases to matter.

It is neither past nor future;

It simply *is.*

And when you’re in it,

You don’t ask for guarantees,

You don’t need safety nets,

You just dive, you just trust.

It is said, "Love is not afraid of drowning,

For it is the ocean itself."

And though I feared the water,

I found that in him, I was not sinking,

But learning to swim.

Now, I float with ease,

My heart light, my soul unburdened.

No regrets, not for a single heartbeat.

Not for thousands of years to come.

For when love comes,

You don’t resist it;

You jump, and you let it carry you away.

-elsy❤️ 🔥

[segretomericanbuilt]

@chanceollie

I know this might sound cliche or corny, but when you grow up with a role model like this man, you are blessed beyond measure. When you have someone to look up to, encourage you, and push you to go beyond, you better sure as hell appreciate them. I remember the day he left the US to go to Iraq, I was only 14. I will never forget how mad I was at him for leaving, but how upset I was that there was a very high possibility that he would not return. As time had passed though, I was nothing but proud of my big brother. When he deployed I cried like a baby, when he returned and got discharged, I still cried like a baby. My family and I were so damn proud of him, and we still are. Here he is seven years after coming and staying home, he’s still serving our country. It might sound dumb to you, but he’s my fuckin hero man! I can’t say enough to describe how fuckin blessed and grateful I am to have my big brother next to me just doin’ life. He pushes me to be a better man, and although I might get mad at him in that moment for being a complete asshole, I realize later that he only does it to make me go further and become a man I never thought I would be, and because he loves and cares about me. Not just me, he cares and loves everyone he comes in contact with. Y’all!! I could go on, but I’d bore you… just wanted to say… HAPPY FINALLY DISCHARGED 7th anniversary Ollie, LOVE YOU TO INFINITY brother! 🇺🇸❤️

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 248

Beyond the Mat/The Girl Who Died

“Beyond the Mat”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean take a break to attend a wrestling match. But the fun ends when a man is found dead at the venue, with an ancient mark carved into his chest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: would I be in these very specific circumstances? No. Probably not

This match is like “The WWE We Have At Home”

Geez…I haven’t seen a grown man be treated like an actual dog….well, actually since the last time I watched sk8 the infinity but the answer SHOULD have been ever. Anyway, it’s real weird hearing Lucifer refer to Crowley as “little puppy.”

I ADORE fanboy Dean

Aw man….not the dad who brought his son and reminded the boys of a John doing that with themmmm

You can tell Dean has wanted to play around on that stage for a LONG time

Oh thank god the demons are finally starting to turn on Lucifer, having to watch Crowley clean the floor with his tongue was a step too fat

Dean trading scar and injury stories with this older wrestler 💖

YEAHHH!!! Crowley’s out of hell!!

What. Is. Happening. Why’s the older wrestler trying to get this guy to sell his soul to a demon???

Ummm…so, it’s sell your soul or die?! Sorry, Crowley would never let that happen under his watch

Noooooooooo, why’d Lucifer have to show up RIGHT when they got to Crowley’s hand of god?? OH!! The demon I thought was working WITH Crowley was still working FOR Lucifer

Ok but like…the “I invented the double-cross”/“I perfected the double-cross” was really good. I won’t lie

Don’t meet your heroes, Dean ☹️

Oooo, been a while since we encountered some hellhounds

What a strange episode. It’s like they couldn’t figure out what to do with their literal main characters while a couple MAJOR side ones got to further the plot

“The Girl Who Died”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara help to protect a Viking village from space warriors from the future

I’m so glad someone finally snapped those stupid sunglasses. Thank you, random Viking man

That just seems dangerous to do. Maybe don’t pretend to be Odin, Doctor

Oh the new fake Odin took Clara to his fake Valhalla

Poor Maisie, she’s so so scared but still willing to fight. Way to go, not-Arya…except that way to go is a little sarcastic because they were so close to leaving and so were the aliens, but she had to go and declare war on them

Why are babies in dw so poetic? I mean…the translation the Doctor gives of what he can understand from their cries

The way he’s always worried about Clara dying 😭 no one tell me, but ARE we still hurtling towards the worse timeline for her? Where she becomes a Dalek?

Poor might-as-well-be-Arya feels out of place in her village for being too like a boy for the girls and too actually a girl for the boys

They’re gonna won with EELS??

ARE THEY GONNA KILL ARYA STARK???

Wait…is it only called the girl…….no, they did actually kill Arya

OH FINALLY. We got to the point where they explain why Peter Capaldi was both a dude in Pompeii and now the Doctor. He chose that face to remind himself, to hold himself to the promise to save people, to just save SOMEONE as Donna once begged him to

So of course he saved Arya, buy may have put upon her the curse of immortality. I’d love to see her come back….and it seems to be in an eternal youth way

OMG NOT ANOTHER TWO PARTER. Stop this, it’s madness

[everythingeverywhereallatbagel]

Being everything, everywhere, makes one almost drown in the sea of lost and random bullshit. A black inky sea of random events coalesced into a timeline of choices that are neither within nor outside of ones control. And yet sometimes, a singular white drop of random chance drips into the ocean of certainty, throwing off its tint in entirety.

It’s an infinity out of infinity chance. No, it’s a percentage out of an infinity, something that shouldn’t even be possible. And yet, as she maintained contact with - John A surprisingly normal name for a supremely opaque being, apparently, she could feel the uncertainty grow. Not uncertainty the emotion, mind you. Uncertainty in fate. In the very stability of what one might call chance and circumstance.

She could feel it roll off of him in unnatural waves, the way it dripped from his being like goo. When she looked at him, there was nothing but fascination in her eyes. She had never seen a being like him. She had never met someone so astounding.

She’d been certain she had read every book, witnessed every fathomable constant and variable. Without trying, the universe finds a new way to make her feel so small. For someone who is too large for the universe to contain into a sardine can, this is relieving. This is horrifying. This is damning. This is freeing.

“John.” She tests. The name rolls off easily, too easily for coincidence to take hold of. She wonders exactly what he has just entrusted to her through that one simple name. Some part of her is curious. Curious to look past him and to all his other versions to see who he once was, who he could have been. But she doesn’t. When her fingers intertwine with the now steady form of his hand, that linking of solidarity deters her.

He asks for her story so casually, however, with an expression that can only be interpreted as sympathetic understanding. Mutual experience in such opposite and similar manners.

“A long story I’d love to part some other time, I’m sure.” For a moment, she doesn’t feel like the omnipotent god, capable of traversing the multiverse on a single thought or whim. She doesn’t feel like Jobu Tupaki, notoriously morally bankrupt entity ‘taking the form of someone’s daughter’.

She feels like...

“Joy, by the way.” She responds. “My name. It’s Joy.”

For a few seconds, she reminisces the possibility of a universe where she has already let go of his hand. But she hasn’t yet, so this clearly isn’t that universe. Nor that life. The idea that his hand might fizzle back into uncertainty is what keeps her from letting go, if only for a few moments more. Besides, were she to let go, were he to leave, what then?

Who but her would prove his existence beyond a doubt of mind, beyond a doubt of lonely godlike insanity? So she holds on. If he leaves, he’ll take her with him. This she’s certain of.

“How did you find me, John?” She asks, already so casual and comfortable with his name. She could ask for so many things. And in other universes she does. She has probably, or is probably capable of asking him any question within her mind.

All questions that would eventually be answered in due time, in their due notion. The question comes with no inclination of threat, or time limit. For they have all the time in the multiverse to answer every question, and inquire every bit and piece of one another.

She’s standing outside of the Laundromat looking in. Even though it’s been empty for quite some time - in this dimension that is - there still remains a touch of something. A touch of life. One she used to know. But alas, this is not the dimension for such life. Rather, it is a dimension that allows it to collect dust.

It’s not that she was particularly bothered by this, she knew the chances of Evelyn being here was a 50/50 shot. Or in this case infinity/infinity Bad luck just happened to be part of her motto. Or perhaps she is merely the master of experiencing the unexpected.

There’s a lingering in the air that smells off. The chemicals of the dimension itself changing and shifting to welcome something that is meant to be unwelcome. This was a new feeling, though her simultaneously newly acquired and fully mastered powers did not allow for such depth. Someone that existed outside the scope of her vision wasn’t always new. It was the other things as well.

His voice surprised her out of thought, and for a second she truly was startled. When was the last time she could say that? Truly Startled. What a horrible and wonderful feeling. She had to greet this person now, and well, she could look for Evelyn later. She pulled down her mask and removed her hat, the rest of her mysterious get-up left untouched as she turned around to greet this stranger. She won’t deny, seeing an inky void like darkness in the shape of a person, with a scribbled white circle instead of a face, was the last thing she was expecting.

“Don’t worry, I don’t get scared easily.” She replies with a slight snark, though there’s nothing inherently animalistic about her words. She’s smirking, though she must admit her did shock her at first sight. She wouldn’t say that though, this person had the kindness to surpass her near omnipotence. The least she could do was treat him with some respect.

As she looks at his face, or where his face once was, she readily holds his outstretched hand. Those fingers, which flickered with uncertainty in the face of this dimension’s rules, flickered one last time before becoming solid and whole.

If only somewhat, she could return the message:

Neither are you.