#if that happened then uhm the world would explode

[biggestwilliamfinnfan]

what if instead of “feel alright fir the rest of yourlife” it was “feel 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 👅 for the rest of your life” and instead of being falsettos they were 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴settos 👅

uhhhhh next question

[cherllyio]

What happened to MK’s staff? - Theory

Well to figure that out, we first have to start at the very beginning: MK’s creation:

Xiangliu: “The stone MK was made from was made by Nüwa. A remembrance from the chaos beyond. “

So, MK was made (along with the other stones) to be a “remembrance” of someone/something. Which is odd, because you usually do that for dead people… huh.

But anyway- other than that, we can figure out that in some way, MK is connected to chaos. Which could suggest that MK is actually made from the Primordial Chaos.

After all he is supposed to be a “remembrance”, and it seems like the “chaos beyond”, is a much older version of the Primordial Chaos, since the Primordial Chaos still exists.

Nezha: “The pillar is a mystic energy that holds back the Primordial Chaos.”

But if MK was made from chaos, wouldn’t that make him… unstable? Why would Nüwa create him like that?

Well, that I theorize to be because that in some Chinese religions, in this case Daoism, chaos is viewed as the only thing that can create the world:

“Chaos is understood as the state of unity and completeness which precedes and makes possible the creation of the world.”

But that still leaves us with the whole” chaos is unstable”- part.

I mean Xiangliu didn’t look that stable.

Luckily though there is actually two ways Nüwa could have held MK ”stable” long enough, till he could sacrifice himself: Wukong’s stone and MK’s destiny.

Let’s start with the Wukong’s stone thing.

I theorize MK was put in there because:

1. His destiny (which I will get to in a second) but more importantly-

 2. Wukong’s stone was nourished by heaven and earth before he was born. Meaning that Wukong’s stone is just brimming with Yin and Yang energy, aka stability.

Meaning this was the solution to keep MK from exploding the world before he was even born, which then leads us how Nüwa would have kept him stable after his birth: destiny.

I say this because destiny is often viewed as the opposite of chaos. And how do you make stability in Chinese philosophies/ mythology? By mixing two opposites together to create stability/ Yin and Yang.

Meaning this was how MK was kept stable until his inevitable death, where he would fulfill that very same destiny.

And now… MK has fulfilled his destiny, yet he is not dead.

Which means that he isn’t bound to anything anymore… but it also means he has lost the only thing that kept him stable. And now, chaos is starting to seep in.

This doesn’t mean though that MK needs to get himself a new destiny! It just means he has to figure out another way to keep that unstable part of him in check. (cough therapy)

However, if he doesn’t learn that quick enough it would uhm... do I even have to say it anymore at this point?

Anyway conclusion: Therapy

[taetr4ck]

Chi-Ka by Tabber and DEAN + Mark Lee

chi-ka — mark lee

mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.

a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗

The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.

“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.

Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.

“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”

“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.

You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”

There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.

“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.

You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.

“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.

You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”

You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”

“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”

You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind. 

With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.

You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.

“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.

—

It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.

He grabs his phone and finds your number.

“I miss you.”

[mxzenpai]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my!

When you entered the botanical garden you were thinking you were going to see Leona sleeping once again, instead you find a lion. A lion who’s decided to stick by your side…for some reason. You are not qualified for this.

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It was another day at Night Raven College and you seemed to be at your wits end. Normally, you pride yourself on your patience and the ability to not let little things get to you. However, it seems the odds are against you today and the world has chosen to test you. Grim causing a potion to explode making you have to clean the entire classroom, Ace and Deuce going at it again about something you don’t even remember, some random students attempting to take a jab at you. At this point all you wanted was to relax and escape for a bit. You knew a good place and you knew only one person would be there. As long as you were quiet, the fellow student would care less if you took a bit of a breather from the outside world.

A small smile crosses your lips as you are hit with the warm of the botanical garden as we step in. Your shoulders relax as you stand at the entrance for just a moment longer, eyes closing. They reopen as you step in fully, shutting the door behind you. You’re quiet on your feet as to not disturb Leona who you know for a fact is always in here at this time. You don’t even spare a glance in his direction as you make your way to a little corner, settling down in the grass and pulling out a book.

The book wasn’t anything special, just a novel that Sam recommended when you told him you needed something to occupy your time when you were at his shop the other day. It wasn’t a bad read and you were enjoying it quite a bit. You’d have to go to Sam for more recommendations in the future. You tilt your head slightly as you turn a page, rubbing the paper between your fingers for a moment. “I wonder why they chose to word it like that…” You mumble to yourself as you reread a sentence, the wording making it seem like it’s foreshadowing for something that will happen later in the novel.

A shadow overtakes your book and you glance up, expecting to see maybe Leona or Ruggie. Instead you find yourself staring into the bright green eyes of a lion. Your own eyes widen as the book falls from your fingers, landing softly in the grass. You look around you for anything, slowly scooting back to get away from the lion. “I…” As you scoot back the lion steps forward, making any distance you are attempting to gain vanish instantly. You feel your back press against the glass of the garden and your breath hitches.

Your hands feel clammy as they are pushed against the glass behind you, eyes watching every move the lion makes. The lion stalks forward, slowly. Mischief is coated in it’s eyes, like it’s playing with you. You close your eyes and turn your head away as it gets right in front of you. Your shaking slightly, of course this day had to get worse. How did a lion even get here in the first place?! These thoughts whirr through your head as you wait for something, anything, to happen.

Then you feel something rest on top of your head. You open your eyes and are met with nothing but dark brown meeting your vision. “Uhm…” You mumble, realizing the lion has rested it’s chin on top of your head. You make no movement as you watch the lion move once again. It turns…correction…he turns. You can now confirm it is a he. He turns, walking over to your book discarded in the grass. He lowers himself, picking it up gently between his teeth before lazily making his way back over to you.

The book is plopped into your lap before the head of the lion joins it. Your hands hover in the air as you stare at the beast who has chosen to use your lap as a pillow. He glances up at you lazily before his eyes shift to the book, nudging it into your stomach. You swallow the lump in your throat, taking the book into your hands and opening up to the last page you were on. “Uhm…hi?” You mumble out. Your response was an ear flicking and the lion turning to lay on his side. “Okay then…I’m…going to go back to reading now.” You mumble out, taking in the features of the animal on your lap.

He was a big lion. It would be impressive if you weren’t terrified out of your mind at the moment. When you are sitting he towers over you in height. His mane is a dark brown, the rest of him a lighter shade of the color. He has the brightest green eyes, they almost seem like they glow at times. The thing you notice the most though is the scar that sits over one of his eyes. You let out a small hum at your observation before you continue to read.

At some point, you can’t really say when exactly, you began to play with the lion’s mane while you read. You would thread the hair between your fingers, twirling the strands slightly. The lion didn’t seem to mind, eyes remaining closed and chest rumbling with pleasure. His tail idly moved against the grass as you absentmindedly talked about the novel. “I mean, I personally feel empathy for the villain. He was kind of forced into the role of the villain. It was the only option he had to survive really.” You hum as you look at the ceiling.

One of the lion’s eyes open, looking at you for a moment before it lets out a yawn. He stands and the warmth of him laying on your lap vanishes. He stretches, claws digging into the dirt slightly before turning to you, as if waiting. “Oh uhm-“ You’re quick to gather your things, standing as well. “I guess I’m hanging out with a lion today…” You fiddle with your shirt for a moment. “Let me just go say bye to someone really quick. He’s normally up by this time.” Before you can walk away the lion grabs your shirt between his teeth, not allowing you to move away from him.

“Hey! Let go! I gotta go say bye!” You attempt to get him to let go of your shirt. “Leona gets upset if I don’t say bye.” The lion’s tail flicks with irritation. Not budging on it’s choice of holding your shirt between his teeth. You let out a huff of annoyance, closing your eyes, “Listen, my patience is very short today and I’m really not in the mood. So let. go.” You tug again and feel the urge to yell as you watch your shirt rip. Your lips curl, eyebrows furrowing. “You know what? I’m leaving. I’ll text him later. I’m going back to my dorm.” You turn, ignoring the lion completely as you make your way out of the botanical garden, fully intent on going to the Hall of Mirrors.

People stare as you walk through the halls of the college and you can’t help but wonder if it is because of the rip in your shirt or if something else about you was out of place. In response to all the staring though you choose to keep your eyes to the ground. That is, until Headmaster Crowley stops you.

“And do tell, why you have a lion following you (Y/N)?” You look up, eyes widening as you look at your headmaster.

“But I do-why are you following me?!” You shout when you turn and spot the lion from the botanical garden sitting there. He lets out a yawn, tail flicking. You turn back to Headmaster Crowley, pointing at your follower. “I swear he is not mine.” The Headmaster lets out a laugh, head tilted back.

“I see differently! Now then, you know the rules about pets, even if this one is a little eccentric. I ask you return him to your dorm immediately.” Your eyes widen in alarm.

“But he’s not mine!” You stutter out, arms throwing out to your sides in alarm.

“Tsk, arguing with your Headmaster. Quick now before I choose to punish you accordingly.” The Headmaster wags a finger in your face before strutting off. Your hands clench into fists as you glare at his retreating back. You feel a tap on your shoulder and you whip around.

“What?” You growl out, pausing only to be met with Ace who holds his hands up in surrender.

“Woah! Chill, it’s just me. We still on for tonight?” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t think I can help you, I have too much going on and I don’t-“

“But you said you would help! I could go to Deuce, but he’s too strict with studying. Riddle will have my head if I fail this and-“

“Ace please, I really can’t-“

“You don’t want me to fail do you?”

“Ace-“

“I mean rea-“ A deep growl cuts Ace off and you both turn to see the lion standing there, hair on the back of his neck standing up and tail flicking in annoyance. His ears are pinned back against his head, body lowered to the ground. It’s as if he’s daring for Ace to continue. Ace nervously laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “On second thought I’ll just ask Deuce! See ya (Y/N)!” With that, your friend is gone and you let out a tired sigh.

You turn to the lion, placing you hands on your hips. “Really?” You huff, but the lion ignores you beginning to walk down the hall. You throw your hands up in exasperation before trailing after the beast. It doesn’t take long for you to hear the whispers of the other students now that you are aware why they are whispering. The lion clearly doesn’t care though and continues to walk. At some point it ended up with you walking on the lion’s right and and the lion refusing to allow you to walk elsewhere other than the right side. Anytime you would move he would nudge you back into place.

“This is getting ridiculous…” You mumble as you make your way closer to the Hall of Mirrors. You notice a foot sticking out in an attempt to trip you and you simply hop over it, giving an unimpressed eye roll to the person who attempted to do it. Really? Tripping you is the best they can come up with. You continue to walk, the lion lazily walking beside you. “You know, I don’t have the means to take care of you right? There is no way I can properly care for a lion.” You tap your chin. “I could probably talk to Leona about a place for you…” You mumble and the lion huffs in amusement. “What? Got any better ideas?” He gives you a side eye and you roll yours in response. You’ve rolled your eyes so much today they might as well get stuck.

It always feels like you’re stepping through a waterfall when you use the mirror, but the thought slips out of your mind when you spot the familiar creaky wooden door of your dorm. With a sigh you push it open. The lion walks past you as you take your shoes off and place your items down, only to watch you collapse onto the couch with a huff. The lion stretches, walking it’s way over to you and nudging you with it’s snout. “Whaaaaaaat? Just give me five minutes dude!” You exclaim. “What do you even want?” The lion grabs your shirt and tugs, pulling you off of the couch. You land on the wooden floor harshly, laying there for a moment.

“That’s it. I’m going to bed. I’ll feed you tomorrow or whatever. I’m done. I don’t know what Crowley was thinking.” You stand, making your way to your bedroom and you open the door, letting out a noise of protest as the lion hops onto your bed and makes himself comfortable. “No! Absolutely not! That’s my bed!” The lion simply ignores you, tail flicking in amusement and you groan. You’re quick to take a shower and change in the bathroom, stepping out to see the lion fast asleep. You roll your eyes, crawling into bed yourself after turning off the light. At least he makes the chilly night air feel warm…

When you wake up the next morning it takes a moment or two for you to realize that you have arms wrapped tightly around you. You blink as your hazy mind clears, glancing down at the arms before looking up to be met with the sleeping face of Leona. You let out a yelp, scrambling and tumbling to the floor with the blanket. Leona lets out a groan.

“Do you really gotta be so loud herbivore?” He mumbles, voice still laced with sleep. You pull the blanket off of your head.

“What are you doing in my bed?” Leona peeks over the edge lazily, watching you with amusement as you sit on the floor.

“Sleeping obviously. You getting back in or no? You could even read your book or whatever.” You blink.

“Book? How do you- wait…” Then everything clicks and you point an accusatory finger at him. “You were the lion!” Leona rolls his eyes before rolling back over.

“Come on, get back in bed and read. Keeps you quiet.” You blink a few times.

“But we aren’t even dating how can you ju-“

“Fine. Now we’re dating. Come here.” You stand throwing the blanket back onto the bed.

“That’s not even how this works! You can’t just say that we’re dati-ah!” You gasp as you get yanked back down onto the bed and pulled into the chest of the beastman.

“I’ll take you out proper later. It’s still early. Now let me sleep.” You huff.

“Fine. But I pick.” You feel his hand play with your hair.

“Fine by me.”

[anzulvr]

Imagine Karma having a bad day and a smart af reader who can see through him instantly catches on and tries to do little things to make him feel better but doesn't do anything direct bc they know that Karma isn't so great with admitting he's upset and he eventually opens up and cuddles up to them and omGHW RKSIAJWWNAOQ

KARMA X READER WHO READS HIM LIKE AN OPEN BOOK

This took like 2 weeks I’m sorry there’s so many requests 😭

Karma has never been the best at hiding how he feels, it never even seems like he tries to as he’s very open and honest about what he thinks.

No one can really read him except for you.

He doesn’t know wether to think of that as a good thing or not. You understand him but is having someone like that something he wants?

He sits down next to you in the morning for first period. He came late and he has this grouchy look on his face, you ask him what’s wrong.

he brushes you off “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

It was obviously something still you didn’t want to be pushy.

The rest of the day you could tell something was weighing on his mind so you made it your life’s (or days) mission to make him feel better.

You spent the rest of the day trying to cheer him up

passing him notes during class, (Korosensei sees you but doesn’t stop you from doing it when he sees Karma smiling while reading them)

Messing with him during your sparring session

“[Name] you sure you want to fight me? I’m not going easy on you.” (He totally will)

“You don’t have too! I’ve been practicing too.”

mid way the fight you realize you overestimated yourself, even with him letting you hit him it was somehow hurting you more.

“[Name] I’ve seen cats that hit harder than yo— PffttHAHAHA WHY DOES YOU TICKLING ME HURT MORE??”

you realize there was no beating him through sheer will but you did know he was ticklish and that’s a big enough weakness to exploit.

You were also just being extra corny all day just for the sake of it

“This (love) song reminds me of you.”

“[name] that’s so chessy it’s gross.” he says trying to hide the smile creeping up his face

You went to his house to hang out for a while

“Karma, let’s watch [insert really overrated action move]!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to last time.”

“You like it right? I want to watch something you like.”

His heart exploded right then and there. How could someone be so sweet without realizing it

mid way through the movie his spirits seemed raised so you ask.

“Karma do you mind me asking why you were upset today?”

“t’s really nothing I’m surprised you could even tell. No one else said anything.”

“I just pay extra attention to you, they didn’t say anything cause you have resting bitch face”

“Obsessed much?”

“As if! seriously though, what happened?” You had to push further for him to admit anything actually happened

“I just got into a fight with some stupid guy”

“Really? That’s it? You get into fights like everyday.”

“It’s a long story. Him and his friends were talking about you and it really set me off because I’d already had a shitty morning— my parents called to tell me they already made plans to travel to New York after they told me they’d stay here for atleast a month?”

“Oh wow- I’m sorry Karma, I know they promised and everything.”

“Yeah. Uhm sorry— I didn’t mean to unload that much.”

(Sorry??? He says sorry??)

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize, I want to know these things cause I care.”

“Oh. Thanks [name], you’re the only person I’d ever tell these things too.”

“Whys that?”

“I trust you too much, who knows when you’ll blackmail me with this.”

“Blackmail is your thing not mine!”

“Mhm, that’s what a blackmailer would say. Anyways let’s finish the movie the best part is coming up!”

“I was hoping you forgot we were watching that snooze fest.”

“In what world is [super mega overrated action movie] a snooze fest??“

“Do you hear yourself right now..?”

“You don’t see me complaining when you make me watch those romance dramas you like.”

“What are you saying, you never shut up about how unrealistic the scenes are.”

“Cause they ARE— in what world do guys get in car crashes, stay in mid air for 5 minutes and look good while doing it??”

“…in what world does an antihero ninja go around fighting people to save humanity.”

“To be fair we’re trying to kill an alien octopus to save the world from exploding these days.”

“Yeah.. if you asked me a year ago which of these events were most likely to happen I wouldn’t have guessed alien octopus world explosion.”

“Right, to be honest the car accident in true beauty seems fairly realistic in comparis- [Name] LOOK THATS THE SCENE!”

in the end you fell asleep on the floor together when you woke up he complained about how you slept though it. (He fell asleep 5 minutes after you.)

[jaybleu25]

Scars Fade Over Time (Part 1) - SPM Aftermath

(TW: Blood, injury)

This story is basically my interpretation of what happened after everything in Super Paper Mario, as well as how it kinda happened in my AU! I hope you all enjoy :D

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"You can't...stop this now..."

"You can't escape..."

"I've been saving one last surprise..."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...ciao!"

Somewhat out of breath, Mario, Peach, Bowser and Tippi all watched as 'Super Dimentio' exploded right in front of them. They covered their eyes, with Peach shielding them with her parasol. Once all the bright lights stopped, they opened their eyes.

"Is everyone okay??" Mario asked.

However, Peach would interrupt.

"Uhm...Mario...??"

With Mario's attention now on Peach, she would point in front of them towards an umoving Luigi, who was laying on the ground. He looked visibly injured.

Seeing his brother in such a state made Mario's heart sink.

"(no)"

"(No NO NO!!)"

Immediately, Mario would rush over to Luigi's side, with Peach following behind. Bowser, unsure of what to do, stayed behind with Tippi.

"LUIGI!!" Mario cried.

Now at Luigi's side, Mario held him in his arms to try and get him to wake up. Getting a closer look at him, Mario and Peach could both see that something was clearly wrong. He had white, glowing marks in his hair, and he also had black markings all over his face. Mario thought they might have been burn marks from the explosion at first, but upon seeing that they were all specific patterns, a sort of zig-zag pattern, he realized that wasn't the case.

Additionally, at the top of his head, Luigi still had his Floro Sprout fully attached. Fortunately, it seemed a bit dull, meaning it likely wasn't being used by anyone anymore. Unfortunately, there seemed to be blood near the spot where it was attached.

"LUIGI, WAKE UP!!" Mario begged. "PLEASE!!"

Mario would shake his brother a little more. He was terrified. He didn't want to lose him. Not yet, and not ever.

Slowly, thankfully for Mario, there was movement. Luigi began to wake up.

"Mario..?" Luigi muttered weakly.

Mario was filled with relief. His brother was okay. Well, somewhat. Upon waking up, Luigi immediately winced in pain. His body hurt, but it was mainly his head.

"Agh..!"

"You're going to be okay Luigi," Mario reassured. "We're gonna get you out of here..!"

However, behind them, Peach soon took her attention towards Bowser, where Count Bleck, Mimi, and O'Chunks appeared.

"So it seems the end of all worlds is really upon us..." said Count Bleck.

After everyone seemed to panic, unsure of what to do, Count Bleck began to explain the drastic situation. After conversing a little with Tippi, he finally thought of a plan, creating a door with his magic so that everyone could escape.

Seeing the situation unfold, Mario looked back at his brother, who still looked physically unwell. Luigi had a hard time moving around, and he could barely even sit up on his own. Knowing that they all had to get out of the castle quickly, Mario decided to pick Luigi up, carrying him in his arms. Mario then followed the group out through the door.

-To Be Continued...-

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Part 1: You're already here!

Part 2: Here!

Part 3: Here!

Part 4 (Epilogue): Here!

[whxre-bxby]

Fanfiction further down! Scroll!

Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N 

Masterlist

"Greeting Death With A Smile"

Summary: Mansk is present on the boat for the last fight against Sully and Neytiri. He gets wounded and thinks he’s going to die alone. Luckily you find him in time, but you don’t know if it’s already too late.

WARNINGS: uhm TEARS, ANGST, Death, Blood, Violence tiniest bit of sad fluff, I’M BALLING MY EYES OUT WHILE WRITING THIS I THINK THAT SAYS ENOUGH

(Like, read at your own risk cuz I’m in pain I miss him sm)

Word Count: 4102

If u wanna feel even sadder i recommend you listen to (When it‘s cold I‘d like to die alone) it helped me cry my eyes out to the point that the tears burned my skin :)

Quaritch was giving instructions while, Lyle, Z-Dog, Prager, Mansk, and I stood close and listened. We were the only recom’s that I knew were alive. All the others had since been killed but since new things always kept happening, we couldn’t let our guard down and there was no time to mourn. 

I had to run past Ja who lay lifeless on deck and it made me feel sick. I felt the urge to at least pull his body somewhere else but I knew we didn’t have time. 

We had two of Jake’s kids hostage here with us and the Colonel was trying to get him to turn himself in for his daughters. 

I sighed, not knowing whether I would live to see another day. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing this or whether I thought it was right. But as a marine, you’re taught to listen to orders, even if you don’t agree with them. Listen and obey. That’s how you become a good soldier. And definitely never doubt your superior because they know what they’re doing. 

Deep down, I did doubt it though. Not just Quaritch’s plan but this whole mission. Our existence. It was all still a big mess to me. 

“Hold fire!” Quaritch orders as we watch him and Spider dive back into the water. 

“He’s comin’.” he added, turning to me and another human soldier. 

I pin my ears back and hold back a shiver from the cold. My clothes were wet but ignored the feeling and focused on holding my weapon ready. 

“Let’s get this guy.” Quaritch said like it were the easiest thing in the world. My ears perk up. I listen even though I doubt. Even though I don’t understand, I listen. 

“It’s what we came here for.” the Colonel keeps talking, looking at everyone around him. 

I notice how all of us are no longer fully with him. Prager and I exchange looks but with no expression because we are both in denial of our doubts and worries. Pretending they aren’t real. 

Even Lyle doesn’t nod along to his superior's words like he usually would. He would always back up everything Quaritch said but now he just stared at the ground, holding his gun and letting the Colonel’s words go in one ear and out the other.

Mansk looks at us and I can tell he has the same problem. We aren’t convinced but what option do we have? We’ve already done so much harm here. Once again. There’s no turning back because we’re marked down as the enemy for every single Na’vi on this planet. 

We aren’t wanted here so we must listen. 

To be completely honest, when I look at Quaritch one may think he knows what he’s doing. But I also occasionally catch a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. As if he weren’t sure why he would want to do this. Maybe he isn’t. I know damn well most of us hate the humans we used to be but we can’t do anything about it. 

He claps his hands together and his confident expression returns. He tells us to take our places and I look at the ground before going to cover my area of ground. 

We waited in silence for Sully to arrive and within the next few minutes, something exploded on the top deck. Prager and Z-Dog ran up the steps while I stayed on the lower deck with the rest of the team which is also where our hostages were. 

My ears flick in multiple directions as I hear screams and I see Neytiri land on her Ikran. Her presence here meant death to many. Perhaps it would be me too. 

Bodies start falling and I run over to pull a few soldiers out of the fire. Quaritch retreated to take cover close to where the two kids were while Lyle and Mansk continued to cover their ground. 

Someone shouted ‘Eyes up’ and I saw Jake and Neytiri land on the lower deck now. That meant they wiped out the entire top deck already.

I see Lyle and Mansk still standing and am about to go to them when I hear a scream of agony behind me. An injured soldier covered in flames. Without thinking, I run to him, pulling him away from the oil-covered metal pole and helping him put out the fire on his leg. He’s missing his other one. 

He lets his body fall back and sighs a little in relief, seeming to not feel the pain of his missing leg due to shock. I know he won’t make it through this. There is no one here to help. Everyone is trying to live. 

Quickly, I turn around and that’s when I see Lyle get pushed over the rail by Jake who turns in the opposite direction of me. Mansk is no longer in sight. 

I leave the wounded man behind because he passed out and I wouldn’t be able to help him anyway. I also just happened to care slightly more for Mansk and Lyle. 

I jog over to a large red metal pole, keeping my gun raised an looking around. Maybe a recom was injured and needed aid or perhaps I could spot either Jake or Neytiri and get at least one of them down. 

I press myself against the side of the column, looking over my shoulder at the rail which Lyle fell down. His body looked limp as it fell, making my gut wrench. Probably nothing I could save. 

Suddenly I hear a distant shout. 

“Y/N!” the voice of the Colonel echoes through the blood-stained walls of the ship. 

I flinch and just as I go to turn around, my knee is kicked in and I’m hit in the head with the base of a gun. 

I fall forwards and my body summersaults over a rail. My movements stop for a split second until my weight rolls to one side and suddenly I’m falling again. I land on the hard ground with a big thud which sends immense waves of pain through my body. 

In a state of shock, I look up at the hole I was pushed in but no one is standing there anymore. 

Slowly I get up, holding my side. I can’t move properly. I think I broke or at least cracked a rib. The lights in here are broken and since only a few work, it’s very dim. 

I look up and notice I’m not alone. 

Mansk couldn’t comprehend what happened fast enough. His heart dropped when Jake pointed the gun at him but luckily he ran out of ammo. In the next second, he lost his balance and hit his head on a metal pole next to him, falling over it. He saw Jake take his gun and launch it away before his upper body started tilting back. 

His upper body was resting over what seemed to be a dent in the ground but as he slowly turned in pain, he realised it went further down. Mansk felt as though he was slowly falling through the ground but he couldn’t prevent it because his eyes kept blacking out. He saw how he slowly fell into darkness and his feet lifted into the air, falling with him into the void.

The sound of gunshots and shouts was distant now and he lay at the bottom of the hole he didn’t see before. Light reflected inside from the fire above but it wasn’t strong enough to help him see. 

He groaned in pain, slowly lifting his injured body off the ground and pushing himself against a wall so that he was sitting upright. Mansk saw his shades on the ground next to him and noticed they were broken. 

He once made a joke that he would die with them when Lyle teased him about constantly wearing them. Maybe it was time. 

His head would drop in the direction the ship tilted as he lay limp against the cold metal. 

Mansk shouted for help, calling out the names of the people he thought might still be around but there was no answer. No one heard him.

His vision became blurry and when he looked down he saw his abdomen was covered in a small puddle of blood. Whether it was his he didn’t know. 

But he wasn’t afraid he would die. This is how he imagined it. He knew very well that one doesn’t mourn death in the military on Pandora. Mansk was ready to close his eyes for the last time and die alone, in peace. After all, it was his fate. Even though he hadn’t accomplished his mission, this is what always awaited him. 

He lost track of time and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness every few minutes. What woke him up was a scream which came from right above him and a thud of a body which landed a few feet from Mansk. His eyes managed to open and he saw a blue figure. Blood pumped through his veins as the feeling of fear returned again but once he noticed the U.S uniform, he dropped his head back in relief. It wasn’t Jake or Neytiri. 

I whine out in agony as I straighten my posture and see Mansk sitting and leaning against a wall. My face brightens and for a second I forget about the pain. 

“Mansk!” I shout, leaning back down on all fours and hugging my waist while looking up at him. He lifts his head and his eyes widen when he sees me. 

“Y/N?” he asks, but his voice sounds weak. I smile, feeling relieved he’s alive and that I’m not alone. 

“Oh thank god, I thought everyone was-” I say, crawling over to him before my hand comes in contact with a small puddle of fluid. I want to shake if off my skin but when I glance down I notice its colour. It’s not water, it’s blood. And it’s not mine but his.

My heart sinks when my eyes move higher up Mansk’s body, noticing how his blood has drenched the clothes on his stomach. When I look up at him he’s gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. Just above them, a new trail of blood is forming and slowly drizzling down the side of his face. 

“Oh, Mansk…” I whisper, ignoring my own pain and kneeling next to him. His eyes follow me as I move around him and he looks weak and exhausted. I don’t think he can move much more than his head. 

“Where are you hurt?” I ask, gently lifting his arm to check whether the blood is coming from his side.

“I don’t know…” he whispers, barely moving his lips or jaw. His eyes occasionally close while I apply pressure to check where the pain is coming from.

I hear him hiss through clenched teeth and I gently return it to its previous position. “Sorry,” I whisper.

He breathes heavily through his nose, looking down at himself. I notice how the blood doesn’t seem to stop. 

“Come on, we need to get you back.” I softly say, lifting his arm over my shoulder. But I didn’t know how to get out of here, I was just hoping that the darkness would lead to a door which could lead us outside.

“No.” he breathes out and his body tenses. I freeze my movements and look at him. 

“You can’t stay here Mansk.” I say, trying to motivate him to see if he can get up. 

“I can’t move.” he whispers, biting down on his teeth as he tries to pull his arm from my shoulder. 

“Y/N, I can’t feel my legs…” His jaw trembles and his voice breaks a little. His words go straight to my heart, seeming to tear it in two.

I look away, furrowing my eyebrows together while I convince myself that there must be another way. Quickly, in hopes of helping him, I lean over his body and apply pressure on his big wound to try and stop the bleeding. 

I feel the corners of my eyes sting and my nose itch. The common sign that showed me I was about to tear up. 

Mansk sighed and when I looked up at him he was softly smiling at me. It wasn’t a happy smile, but an appreciative one. 

Mansk knew that what you were doing wouldn’t save him, but your attempt made him smile. Knowing you cared enough about him not to leave him behind warmed his heart as it slowed its beating. 

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna get you out of here.” I say, having to look away because otherwise, I might just break down. But my words didn’t seem to convince Mansk at all. They just refreshed his fading smile. 

Even if we would somehow make it out of this room, our chances of dying were probably worse on deck because Jake and Neytiri were still there. And if they weren’t, there was no way we could get off this ship. We were both too wounded to fly our Ikrans. It wouldn’t work.

With the next inhale he tensed up and coughed while I steadied him and kept him sitting upright. His legs were motionlessly laying on the floor in front of him while his chest heaved. I noticed him cough out a few drops of blood which is what did it for me. Mansk wasn’t doing well and my hopes of him surviving were dying out. 

“Thank you…” he whispered as his cough finally retreated. I look up at him through glossy eyes, wondering what he meant. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry, because crying would be acknowledging that he wasn't going to make it. As long as I held them back, there was still hope in me. 

“I thought I’d-” he said, being cut off by gasping for air. “...die alone.” 

A smile formed on his lips again as his eyes remained fixed on my face. 

Mansk knew all recom’s were something close to friends but he didn’t think he ever had anyone close enough to him to stay with him through his last moments. He expected to be left behind somewhere, injured and no longer deemed as useful. 

“Come on Mansk, don’t give up on me.” I say, my forced calm voice breaking as I feel my bottom lip begin to quiver. 

“I’m glad you’re here…” he struggled to say, forcing the words out of his pained chest while keeping his faint smile. It was slowly fading again.

I gasp, pressing my lips together to not lose it. I reach for his limp and blood-stained hand and hold it between both of mine. Feeling how cold it is has me fighting back tears. 

I shiver from shock and pain. My broken rib was poking me and it hurt like hell.

"I can't save us." I whisper to myself, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, I feel how my legs are wetted and I look down, dreading to see blood but this time it is water. The room was slowly tilting to one side and the water was flowing in from the other side of the room. Mansk had noticed it too. 

“You-” he said before coughing up more blood and I lost it. “You need to go.” he said, his voice sounding pained and forced. I knew he was suffering but I couldn’t let him die here. 

“I’m not leaving you, Mansk.” I whisper, pressing his palm against my cheek. The tears blur my vision before spilling down my cheek, burning my skin a little. 

“You can- live.” he says, swallowing back a cough while he struggles to breathe. 

I clench my eyes closed, not wanting him to leave me as well. I knew Mansk for a long time and even though we were never really close, he had been a part of my life since I arrived on Pandora. We rarely talked but we knew we had each other's back and it didn’t cross my mind that I could lose him during this war. Now that I was face to face with the aftermath of violence, I was crumbling down. He meant too much to me, I couldn’t let him go. 

“Don’t worry about me.” I whisper, forcing a trembling smile onto my face. I point to the opening of the hole we fell through. “I’ll get out there.” I say and his eyes slowly drift from my face to the opening in the ceiling and then back to me. He doesn’t seem sure of it but he doesn’t question it any further. His movements become so faint that I notice his presence slowly fading away. Mansk’s eyes slowly unfocus from my face and I reach out and cup his cheek while tears continue to spill from my eyes. 

“Mansk-” I sob, trying to stay composed in front of him. He blinked, opening his slowly closing eyes a bit more and looking at me again. 

“... stay with me, come on.” 

My fingers gently tap his cheek while the water on the floor mixes with his blood. 

Mansk opens his mouth to say something but he can’t push out a single word and instead, he slowly struggles to inhale before closing his mouth again. 

I hold his palm against my chest, roughly where my heart is as I try to keep his attention on me. 

“Please, don’t do this to me…” I sob, clutching his hand. He stares at me and his eyes look sad but he can’t say or do anything. 

“Mansk, please you’re all I have left.” I cry out, dropping my head down before looking up at him. 

“Thank you…” he repeats and ever so faintly whispers. He was grateful I was by his side because in truth Mansk did want to live. Mansk wanted to wake up to the morning the next day and be with everyone else. But that wasn’t possible. Not only because he was slowly dying, but because everyone has had since probably died.

I rub my thumb over his cheek, trying to comfort him. He’s looking into my eyes and furrows his eyebrows together a little as if he were confused about whether my tears are actually for him. Like he didn’t think he was worth my pain. 

Mansk looked at me almost apologetically and his lips parted while he tried to get more air into his lungs. I couldn’t see his chest heaving anymore but I felt so mild air fanning from his mouth with small exhales. 

I bit down on my lip, watching him and needing proof of life every few seconds. 

He’s staring at me, grateful he wasn’t left alone and I notice how his eyes start to unfocus again. I gently tap his cheek, waiting for his eyes to readjust like they did last time but this time Mansk’s head is slowly falling to the side and into my palm. His eyes fade out and stare into nothing as they move from my face to the empty space behind me. His soft breath stopped fanning against my hand and his face was no longer contorted in pain or sorrow. It was blank and relaxed. 

Mansk’s hand slowly drifted off my chest and loosely fell on his lap.

I wanted to scream and call his name but all words got stuck in my throat and I held onto him while my mouth gaped open. Tears fell from my face onto his now lifeless and numb body. 

His blood continued to colour the rising water around me red. It had already overflowed his legs and reached up to his waist. 

I held on to his body, pressing my face against his shoulder and crying my eyes out. 

At this point, I had lost absolutely everyone and everything. We couldn’t return to family on Earth because we were Na’vi and now we had all lost each other. 

Z-Dog lay on the top deck with a bow in her hip and one in her face while the ship started to slowly sink. 

Prager lay on his side, motionless with a spear through his chest. 

Lopez’s body had now sunk to the bottom of the ocean after he was shot by an arrow. 

Walker, Zhang and Fike both had been shot down by arrows too.

Warren and Brown got an axe in their body.

Ja I had left behind after he was killed by the Tulkun. 

Lyle was floating in the water, struggling to stay above the surface.

I didn’t know where Quaritch was but I knew he couldn’t help me. 

And Mansk… lay bleeding out in front of me, lifeless and cold. His head was tilted to the side and I knew that he was gone. I could never talk to him again. I would never see him again. I know even if I survived, they wouldn’t retrieve his body and he would stay here and sink with the ship. 

The water was filling the room more rapidly now but I still clung on to Mansk, crying his name. 

I noticed his broken shades floating in the water and picked them up. 

Remembering how much he liked to wear them I steadied his head and carefully put them on him after closing his eyelids. He would have thanked me if he could have for this.

My body was shaking but I knew I was going to die here too if I didn’t leave soon. I get up and the water reached up to Mansk’s neck already. It was gushing in from a half-open door on the other side of the dark room. 

I look up, making sure the exit is still there but suddenly I see the water start flowing in from the top. The entire room is slowly turning over and the water flowing on deck has managed to push over the door which now completely closed off the hole we were in. 

The room gets a lot darker and the water is leaking in from the side and from the top. 

I groan out in pain through my sobs. I have tears staining my cheeks and my nose became runny and stuffed. This isn’t how I wanted things to end. We were finally starting to enjoy being alive on Pandora and now we died because our past selves made us finish something they couldn’t. 

I look back at Mansk and see that he is fully submerged in the water now. I cry out, hating how helpless he is and how helpless I feel now. My side aches even more and I clutch my broken rib, trying to bite back the pain. I wouldn’t be able to swim in this anyway. 

Within minutes, my feet are no longer touching the ground and my head is bumping against the ceiling. I’m crying out for help in pain but no one can hear anything over the noise of the flowing water. I wonder if anyone is still alive but I highly doubt it. There is a crack in the wall which is letting the oxygen in the room be replaced with water. I struggle to swim and keep my head above the surface. 

(Art)

But then I ask myself, why I’m fighting? There was no use to it. Everyone was gone and I was stuck and injured. 

I deeply inhale one last time before the entire room is submerged in water. My eyes open and I peer down at Mansk, who is lifelessly half laying at the bottom. 

Since I’m going to die I might as well join him there so neither of us has to be alone. 

I swim down with the last of my strength, watching how the last few bubbles of air escape his slightly parted lips. My hand once again reaches for his and I hold on to it for some form of comfort before I face upwards and let all the air I have to escape my lungs. 

I start choking and look at Mansk. The light specks on our skin were slightly illuminating the water but his were more faded. I looked closer and watched how the light slowly vanished from him, one dot at a time. 

It wasn’t long before I started drowning and a few minutes later, my lifeless, artificial blue body sunk down and joined Mansk on the floor of the ship.

Our bodies would stay here, most likely forever since all the death here was just a failed mission. 

The lights from my body had now disappeared too and we were dragged down to the bottom of the ocean along with the ship. All because some humans wanted us to finish what they couldn’t.

So there I lay, greeting death with a smile once again, in hopes of meeting Mansk someday and somewhere far from here.

(I'm going to try and make some art to this)

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[starrystevie]

part one

nancy wheeler has fought beasts and monsters unknown to mankind, demogorgons and dogs and bats and vecna himself. she’s grown strong in more ways than one over the years. she’s always been smart enough, but now she has muscles and she has guts and she can face anything she needs to with her firearms and her brains. 

which is why it feels so stupid that she can’t bring herself to knock on robin buckley’s front door. 

it’s warm outside in that not quite summer way where the air is sticky but isn’t suffocating. they sky is clear, the stars and the moon shining overhead with just enough moonlight to guide her to the buckley’s house after she leaves eddie’s. it feels like all she did was blink and she got there, too wrapped up in her determined thoughts to even remember her feet carrying her to robin. 

but she’s too afraid to knock. it’s silly, nancy knows it ridiculous, that it’s just a door she’s knocked on a million times before when the two girls hung out together. it’s a door that mr. buckley answers to greet nancy with a grin, opening the door wider to let her in. a door she watches robin bounce through after she drops her off, waiting until the lock clicks and the light is on robin’s room before driving away. 

mrs. buckley is going to hate nancy for stealing the pebbles out of her rose garden because with the door out of the question, she has to get robin’s attention somehow. she’s good at aiming with her gun, can shoot at soda cans and monsters in different dimensions so it shouldn’t be that hard to hit robin’s window. 

winding her arm back, the pebble hits the glass pane of the window with a soft ting, not nearly loud enough to wake her up if she’s sleeping. the lights aren’t on in her room so nancy tries again, this time hitting the window with more force than she intends, but it does the trick. she watches as warm yellow floods the once dark room and she waits with baited breath to see if robin will pull open the window. 

nancy can feel her heartbeat in her ears, her lungs tight with anxious nerves and her jaw protesting as she grinds her teeth together. she forces her face to fall into neutrality instead of being pinched in like she knows it is. it would be just her luck that robin would see her with a set jaw and furrowed brows and think the world is ending yet again instead of realizing that nancy is head over heels for her. 

it happens in slow motion. nancy tosses another pebble and as soon as it’s left her hand, robin’s face appears as she throws open the window, the rock hitting her square in the forehead. 

“ow! what the- nance? what are you doing down there? it’s the middle of the night.”

robin’s rubbing her forehead and squinting down at nancy to look at her in the dark and suddenly even monster fighting nancy wheeler is frozen in place. 

“i’m... uhm.” nancy unclenches her fists, sending the remaining pebbles tumbling to the ground and tinkling against the stone of the driveway. “just uhh, came out for a walk. it’s such nice night!” 

it sounds fake even to nancy’s ears and she has to force herself not to roll her eyes at her own inability to make up a convincing lie or talk to a pretty girl like she’s done so many times before. robin’s face scrunches up as she slowly nods like she doesn't believe a word nancy said. 

“...sure, okay. yeah, nice night.” robin pauses and nancy feels like her heart is going to explode in her chest, ending her misery then and there. “is there a reason you didn’t want to use the door, romeo?” 

and the thing is, nancy knows she doesn’t mean it that way. knows that robin isn’t condemning them to be star crossed lovers who should stay away from daggers, knows that it’s just robin’s sense of humor that she normally loves, but it still sets something ablaze underneath her skin. 

“can you come down?” nancy asks, suddenly so sure of herself. 

she sees robin hesitate, looking back and forth between where nancy is standing and her hand that’s holding up her window. but then she’s nodding, her short waves falling into her face before shooting nancy a grin that has her practically melting into the aggregate. 

“just let me put on some clothes and i’ll be right down.”

nancy’s stomach flips, skin growing hot as she pictures things that she shouldn’t be picturing at robin’s mention of putting on clothes. she knows she just means she’ll change out of pajamas, but it still sends nancy’s mind wandering into dangerous territory, a place it shouldn’t be going if she wants to be clear-headed before baring her soul to robin. 

the seconds pass like hours. nancy looks between the ground and the front door, the moon and the front door, the tree line and the front door, robin’s window and the front door more times than would ever be considered normal until said front door is suddenly opening and there robin is, bathed in the same moonlight that brought nancy to her. 

“hey,” robin says simply, like she isn’t her moon and nancy isn’t a wave being pulled to her. 

nancy can only smile back, her feet stumbling the smallest bit as she walks towards robin. she can feel the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach unraveling the closer she gets to her, like being near robin could do away with her every worry. and maybe it could, maybe all nancy wheeler will ever need to fix her problems is robin. maybe all nancy wheeler will ever want to fix her problems is robin. 

“hi,” her voice feels too small for the moment when she steps in front of the other girl. 

they stare at each other. it’s not a normal occurrence; they hardly ever find themselves without something to say between the two of them. if watching your friends almost die and fighting off monsters and saving the world was good for one thing, it was giving them each other. giving them a shoulder to lean on. giving them someone to talk forever with. 

“nance, what’s up?” robin’s face is open, teetering on worry, as she looks at nancy. her eyes flit down for the briefest of moments, glancing over her face down to where nancy’s hands are fidgeting and then back up. “and don’t tell me you just had a sudden desire to walk to my house at one in the morning because it’s a nice night since that is not a normal nancy thing to do-”

“swing set.” nancy cuts her off effectively and begins to walk backwards to the playset in the buckley’s backyard, laughing at the way robin comically lets her jaw drop open. “i think we should swing.”

eventually, the only sound between them is the creaking of the swing chains, the wind rustling the treetops, frogs and cicadas and owls in the distance. the air breezes through nancy’s hair as she keeps a slow but certain pace and robin keeps her feet planted in the dirt, pushing herself slightly. 

“you know,” nancy starts, breaking through the still of the night, “we never had a swing set growing up. my mom was always too afraid i’d hurt myself, i guess she knew even then that i’d try to swing too high and then jumping off just because i could.” 

robin’s laugh is like bells twinkling. “you, nancy wheeler? i guess i thought you’d be afraid of heights or something. never really pegged you for a jumping from swings girl.” 

“oh definitely. i’ve always been good about going after what i want even if it was scary.” she shoots robin a grin, one full of controlled mischief in the way she had perfected. “but by the time mike was old enough to start asking for a swing set, i was already in middle school and there were more important things to focus on. school, friends-”

“-boys.”

the swing chains rattle and nature moves on around them. 

“... boys.” 

nancy lets the tip of her shoe drag through the dirt to slow herself down. she looks over at robin, takes in how her eyes shine even in the darkness, how her cheeks looked flushed, how she’s biting at the corner of her lip in the way that nancy knows she does when she’s nervous and, god, it takes everything in her not to kiss her silly right then and there. 

“nance,” robin questions, but then stops when nancy gets out of her swing to stand in front of robin, bracketing her in with her arms on either swing chain. 

“i’m sure some poet out there could make you my swing set.”

robin takes in a stuttering breath and nancy watches as her hands tighten where they are around the chains. without thinking, she lets her own hands travel down to cover robin’s, fingers slotting between the tops of her knuckles. 

“is this okay?” nancy breathes out. 

“yeah,” robin breathes back. 

“i think i’ve been scared for a long time. i wanted to swing really high and jump off but i had my mom or something in my head telling me that i wasn’t brave enough. but you,” she lets out a stuttering laugh, watches it ruffle the waves around robin’s face. “you make me feel brave. brave enough to try, at least.”

“... we’re not talking about swings anymore, right?”

it’s so intrinsically robin that it startles a real laugh out of nancy, something she can’t behind a dainty hand. it’s loud and sudden and has them both clutching at their sides as the regain their breath. 

“no, we’re not talking about swings anymore, oh my god. i’m trying to tell you i love you and of course you have to interrupt me!”

robin’s smile is damn near blinding, big and wide and so full of something that it makes nancy’s heart squeeze painfully in her chest. she’s sure the smile she’s giving robin in return is nothing short of the same. 

“sorry, sorry, keep going.”

robin mimes zipping her lips shut but nancy couldn’t keep going even if she wanted to. she looks at robin’s cheeks, the way they’re pulled up from her smile and tinged with pink. her eyes, the way they sparkle underneath the stars. her fingernails, the way the blue polish is chipped at the edges. nancy can’t talk, can’t keep going, because all her brain can supply her with is the need to touch. 

she swings a leg over robin’s and settles in her lap, hooking her hands around her neck, and pulling them closer. 

“no, the moments ruined now,” nancy whispers. 

she can hear the smile in robin’s voice when she replies. “go back to the part where you love me.”

she smells spearmint toothpaste and something so specifically robin before she presses their grinning lips together. they can talk later, she’ll wax poetic about how much robin means to her when the sun is awake to hear it. 

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[mackmp3]

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RAHHHHHHH OKAY THANK YOUUUU this will be um. super spoilery for doccy whomst.

okayyyy so christopher eccleston plays the ninth doctor who tragically only gets one season AND HE'S SO FABULOUS he's really funny and sarcastic and he says 'fantastic! :D' a lot and is also a massive dork and yayyyy i love him - the interesting thing with nine is that we dont see his regeneration. like we don't see him come into being but its implied that the incarnation before him was horribly injured in The Time War and then became nine, who wanders around alone for a bit racked with guilt and lonely and full of regret and all that fun stuff until he meets ROSE :DDD who pretty much says you're super weird & offputting but also the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me and he's like cool uhm. maybe i do need friends after all so then he takes her on a date to the destruction of her planet to show off that he wasnt kidding about the time machine bit. he also has a really cool leather jacket. and a northern english accent and a sliiiiightly butch lesbian buzzcut. anyways he's very fabulous and also kinda tragic but yeah!! i love him.

BUT THEN universe under massive threat from daleks etc the only way to save the world will be massively catastrophic etc etc so he sends rose home to save her. and she is understandably super upset by this so she ABSORBS THE HEART OF THE TARDIS (pro tip : usually people dont survive that) so she can get back to him, resurrect this other guy who kissed them both and rewrite time so that this will definitely always happen & also destroys a whole lot of daleks. this is called BAD WOLF (<- the capital letters are important. to me.) and its killing her so nine kisses her to pull it out of her (she doesnt remember this) so it kills him instead. then *magicical girl transformation* he explodes into golden light and becomes david tennant!!!!!

david tennant is the tenth doctor and I LOBVE HIM FORVER ADN EVER my specialest little scrunkly girlboy pathetic wet cat terrifying alien guy-shaped-being <33333. rose is understandably like wtf who're you (because the doctor Never does timelord 101 and tells them about regeneration and the two hearts thing) and he is sad about it. so he takes her home. then passes out in front of her mother and sort-of-boyfriend who're also like wtf. anyways he's fine and rose pretty immediately is like wow this guy is actually beautiful & way less grumpy now and they go n do a whole bunch of stuff and they very clearly love each other A Lot (like she loves him when he's nine too of course but it changes) and in my head it's teenage lesbian undefined relationship mutual obsession b/c those be the vibes. a Thing happens and she end up trapped in an alternate universe from which she can never return and the doctor manages to hologram himself in there for a minute to say goodbye and HE ALMOST SAYS I LOVE YOU TO HER but the connection runs out. a lot of other stuff happens and ten is actually pretty scary at points in a way that nine never gets to and A Lot happens to him. my beautiful babygirl she has Every Problem.

see cos the doctor is actually massively emotionally repressed and while nine was a lot closer time-wise to destroying his own planet, ten was coping a whole lot less. ten is often described as the most emotional and most human of the doctors and thats probably true but he's also the most afraid of that vulnerability - he just cant help showing it. he's full of love but he's also full of a desperate sadness and guilt. a lot of guilt. nine has this guilt and the love he just has found a way to not be so raw with it. he is far more measured with his emotions. i reallllllllyyyyyyyy wish we could have seen what would have been done with his character had we got more time with him but alas t'was not to be.

like a good example of that is when we meet nine he's been alone for some time and appears to be more or less okay with that, maybe not super happy but more or less adjusted and functioning. when ten is alone for a while he sort of loses it a bit until he find someone..... like after he and rose get separated, and i mean IMMEDIATLY AFTER, he meets donna who I LOVE :D but he's still so racked with grief that he kills a whole race of spider things and canonically would've destroyed himself along with them if she hadn't been there to tell him to stop. (like legitimately there's an episode, Turn Left, about what would've happened if the doctor died and it's uhm. its unnerving to say the least). ten can't deal with being alone but Also can't deal with loving someone. especially when he is so very aware that he has to lose them.

ten has three seasons & then a year of specials, and he has and then loses the most companions of the doctor and the way he deals with this is Fascinating. he is separated from rose, martha leaves of her own volition b/c she realises that she cant spend her whole life living For Him and that she deserves her own life too, and then he has to wipe donna's memory to save her (she gets it back like. fifteen years for her and ~1000 years for the doctor later but thats a whole thing). like nine does the whole 'no one can get close to me because i will always end up hurting when they die/leave and that will usually be my fault' thing BUT TEN. TEN feels the same way he just can't help himself from making friends and falling in love (grayaroace) with everyone he meets and still being emotionally destroyed when they die. nine's way of coping with the guilt of the time war is to push people away in the first place and ten's is Never Stop To Think Never Stop To Examine Feelings. so yeah. lots of fun.

ALSO the daleks!! theres a ton of lore to them as well, but in short they're genetically modified creatures who have been selectively bred by this guy davros (who has major darth vader vibes. down to the voice and the mechanically supported body) to only feel hate and want to destroy everyone who is not a dalek. they're these weird little things that kinda look like rubbery octopuses inside the metal thing (they're not robots they are actually alive) and they suck. also they're really hard to get rid of like. i swear at least five times the doctor says 'this is the last of the daleks' like bestie just you wait about half a season. the daleks and the timelords (the doctor's species) fought The Time War which really really sucked and they're mortal enemies. so yeah!

[blade-that-was-broken]

So in this apocalypse au, how does barb/ thrash plan work since last I checked the whole plot revolves around the six strings. However all of the tribes and most of the sub-genres believe the pop trolls are all but extinct? Also since the rock trolls don’t know about the pop and putt trolls, I take it that poppy never got barb invite to invasion. So maybe in this scenario, cooper and poppy found out about the strings and tribes through other means and cooper wanting to know about others like him decide to leave their home and somewhere along the way they meet branch and his group. Although another scenario could be branch group while trying to find help/ stop barb ended up accidentally finding the lost tribe.

Also would branch grandma be alive cause I can imagine her being so happy to see her grandsons then with the exception of brach grab them by the ears and say where have you’ve been!

Oh boy, so I actually have a lot planned out but not much written in terms of story wise. I'm not sure how much people want to know explained vs. what is in the story itself so I am going to put this under a break so that anyone who does not want spoilers or know what is happening - does not have to know.

So be warned! SPOILERS AHEAD

DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPOILERS

Once again! Spoilers!!

Last Chance !!!!!

I'm warning you!!

Thrash starts his Invasion LONG before Barb ever gets the idea. She's probably a child, maybe even a baby, when he starts. Although this concept started as just canon divergence, it has turned a bit more into an actual alternate universe, with slightly different rules on how things work, including, to some extent, the strings. Or just expanding on it.

The invasion does revolve around the strings. Thrash is under the belief that Pop Trolls are his biggest adversary and therefore, waits to go after them until he has gotten through the others. He does not know that Pop trolls numbers have dwindled due to the years of Bergens feeding on them. So he attacks the other tribes and takes their strings, using numbers and force to rule them. He takes out leaders or makes them scatter.

This is more of an actual invasion and war than in canon, which was more of kidnapping. The first tribe goes down due to surprise, while another scatters. There is a small alliance to fight back but after a while, the last string (aside from Pop's) has been taken.

In this au, the strings have some power individually as well as together. I'm not sure what individual abilities they have yet (will be open to thoughts cause this is something I should expand on) but when Thrash has five of the six strings, he can zombify his victims. It is just not as steady and intense as if he had all six.

So when Thrash gets the five of the six strings, he turns to find Pop and attacks them when they are fleeing the Troll Tree. It is a MAD HOUSE.

In the end, Thrash doesn't really get a hold of any pop trolls due to the Bergens, mostly, and the Troll Tree literally ends up exploding. So according to the world, it appeared that Thrash had killed all of them. Thrash knows he didn't do this, but he lets the world think he did because it makes them fear him more.

In reality, the pop trolls flee like they did in canon. The Putt Putt trolls do exist, although not in the same way that they do in canon, as Viva is not leading them. Peppy does escape with much of the other trolls, and none of them quite understand the whole Rock attack thing. However, this added layer of attack did make them far more careful and paranoid so although they are very happy and doing the best with what they have, it's not quite like it was in canon.

And as for Rosiepuff... uhm... at this point, lets just say Branch does not escape that trauma in this au. It might be worse actually /winces/

This au, at least so far, doesn't really have much in the way of the actual pop trolls and Poppy-centric. It is mostly about the other troll tribes and Viva. And the Bros of course. The Pop trolls have escaped the war and dystopian-rule ish for now so as of currently, the story does not really focus on them.

I'm not sure how much people want to know. Granted, I don't know when I will write this - or if I'll be able to finish it - but I do have a ton of ideas/plans and could explain so much. This au is more dystopian/apocalyptic and war-torn than canon ever even could have alluded to.

[444m777]

29 things I love about Michael: Day 14

This one might be a little weird to say but I was 11 years old when I found out Michael struggled with severe acne. Eleven being the age where it exploded and it became severe and I struggled with being teased and having all kinds of adults/family giving their unsolicited advice on what to do. It was a time where my mom told me she cried whenever she thought back to when I like 7 before my acne took over my face. My grandmother cried with tears running down her face. I went to visit her in Sint Martin as a surprise and she saw me and saw my face and wept! She said in tears how am I supposed to find a man with my face looking the way it did. YIKES! I was a child… very fucked up but yeah… it made me dislike mirrors/seeing my reflection BUT it was when Michael revealed he too had severe acne and the very wrong and unwarranted things people said to him made me feel like he was talking TO me.

Two things were going through my mind. Actually three things. First I was watching Living with Michael Jackson and I watched it secretly because my mom banned me from watching or speaking about Michael because she felt I was too obsessed blah blah… so I had to be on the look out (luckily the car they had at the time made a loud pitch so I could hear them coming). I kept running back and forth to the tv screen and the porch to make sure they weren’t outside. Second, THE Michael Jackson had acne!? But he’s perfect!? Is this some kind of joke? But I believed him immediately. My kid brain was just shocked! Not that he had acne but the fact that he got treated so badly for something he couldn’t help. Like, when he recounted someone asking for him and then they saw him and went “ewwww, what happened?”. I was almost in tears. Tears of sadness because I could relate to the hurt he felt because I was living it. I basically was like even Michael went through such a traumatic experience. I’m older now so idk how the public reaction to acne is nowadays. It’s certainly not blown out of proportion the way it was in my days and I’m sure also in his days. People can be terribly mean spirited and growing up with severe acne it was like I was given a death sentence. I was no longer a person. I was just a walking talking cluster of pustules.

“You were so cute when you were younger”. Uhm… I’m 11 I’m still young and still very much cute! But I never had the heart to say how I felt. I just kept it all in but boy did I cry myself to sleep because of it. But that night is what lead me to the third thing… I felt seen. And not just by someone who also had acne but I felt seen by THE Michael Jackson. There was a switch that night especially after that whole moment. I could say with honesty that that part of the documentary (even though Martin B. was a rat and an opportunist) it changed something in my brain. I no longer felt sorry for myself. Like I didn’t feel cursed. I was the only one in my family that had severe acne. My big sister had her acne moment and it hit her like a brick but it hit me like a WRECKING BALL! So it just made everyone focus on the fact that I looked “unclean”. Ugh the information regarding acne and the things people would say… my god! I know with the increase in interest for skincare, it’s changed but the damage had already been done. But Michael was a little salve of hope that maybe this is something I can “get over” and that it’s also not the end of the world. He didn’t stop. He didn’t crumble. It was tough and hurtful, but he knew he was more than just his skin condition. He got through it. And I held on to that for years. I still think about it often.

The power of media/media representation is so interesting and important that it has become a buzzword and is still gravely overlooked. To be a Black kid with acne being told you won’t find a man (at an age where you shouldn’t be worrying or thinking about being an eligible partner to somebody), being told that you were once beautiful and that that time has passed because you clearly aren’t beautiful anymore, receiving all kinds of “medical” advice that amounted to nothing, to watch your own mother be frustrated that you did everything in your power NOT to let it bother you because in her eyes it meant you did not care for your skin and situation… I just didn’t want to make it a big deal. I was a child but I understood very quickly that it was puberty/hormones. But my mom and everyone else turned it into a curse. My life was over at the age of 11. And Michael came in like “yeah it sucks but you’re going to be okay baby girl”. That was all I needed. He didn’t say it like that but that’s how I took it. I was forever changed. I stopped worrying so much about what everyone was saying. It hurt but the sting didn’t linger. I remember telling my mom about finding out Michael had severe acne too and she dismissed it🙃 My relationship with her now is MUCH better by the way. But back then… YIKES! 🥴

Anyways, I love that Michael gave me strength in such a terribly edited and purposely damning documentary. The pictures I’ve looked up years later of him with acne made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It’s so easy to feel isolated. To feel like you’re the ONLY ONE going through something shitty. I sometimes see those same pictures edited with a blur. And I get it, he would’ve scrubbed the world of those pictures if he could but I really like them. It shows and reminds me that we’re all human. I don’t see his scars/acne. I saw a lovely kid full of life. That is what I wanted people to see in me and not constantly point out my acne. I could go on and on but you get the point. We’re all going through some version of the same things but we’re more than our physical bodies and their conditions. Michael made me feel less ugly and more like myself at that age. So, thank you Michael for literally making me feel like I’m not gross at the age of 11 and that I wasn’t the only one who had acne the way I had it.

It’s Michael’s birthday month and so I’m sharing every day something I love about him. Feel free to join in or use the tag #29thingsMJ I’d love to read what you love about him

[2-toons-2-twists]

...have you ever met Cosima, Astro?

cosima? my mother? of course. she was the one who sent me to gardenia anyways.

[ OOC: basically astro's backstory under the cut lmaooo ]

she took care of me up there. though her job as 'creator of the universe' also needed her to protect it and fix it when necessary. she was a queen of a planet (probably one that worships her) so she leaves me there sometimes for the advisors to try and teach me.

it was... annoying, having the advisors fawn all over me, trying to protect me from important stuff, and being pushy to me. they keep saying i was destined for great things... the only thing i liked about that time was that i got into books there. the library was huge there.

ah, uhm i strayed a little from the original question. my mother would usually pick me up and cared for me. she would always talk to me about the things ive learned, about the books i read, and the things that happened that day. she was a good listener. (maybe that's why father was interested in her)

she would always hold me in her wings, craddling me until i was fast asleep. she was nice and kind, but her anger is great. i think she almost destroyed the planet she was queen of after hearing about the advisors being bitches whenever i hide from them.

she was concerned for me. she would always peck me if i were to act cruel to another person (unless they deserved it, in which she allowed me to do.) always believing there is another way things can be handled.

mother sometimes brings me on a journey across the galaxy, seeing different planets and stars... it was amazing...

i... when i was an adult, i told her about wanting to become a guardian to a planet, since ive heard about it when the advisors talked. she was reluctant, seeing me as only a fledgling. she says it would be a great responsibility to do, and that i wouldn't only be shamed, but weakened when planet would collapse. i was adamant, and she allowed me to. she searched for a planet that was in danger and.. well gardenia was there.

she was shocked and concerned, considering father was there too. she sent me over there, saying to look for a barred owl wearing an old-timey suit. i know who that was, ive seen her talk about him most of the time. an owl who was curious and interested in adventure, always eager to learn about new things. he seeked her out for a wish, and i guess he got what he wanted.

he would sometimes write to us, asking about me and how i am. he wanted to connect with us, but my mother's role made it slightly harder. she could just leave me with him, but i was a pretty high-need baby, and well... the things i needed weren't in the reserves of gardenia...

she sent me there, and well, i don't regret it. it was fun on that world. i met great friends, and my father was a great man, treating me well and is very much happy to tell me about his adventures of the past.

...i hope the universe there hasn't exploded yet.. haha..

wait did i go too off-topic and started talking about my life story... kill me... >:/

[cloversources]

Stuff said by Dead By Daylight Streamers

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[melissa-titanium]

wrghfhf OKAY UHMM

where does trout live? and does she have any family living with or near her? or in general

ive seen the dragonss big dragon world where does she fit in there. like what is she. what is their society like if they have one. would she interact with other animals or would her society be kept to others like her?

i sawww something mentioned about her being a past life to. uh. i forgot their names i know mel is there but how did she die if she does and also if its not the same where did she get the scar?

also not technically a question and also not about trout but kinda do u have a picture of mel's sister i saw u mention her and i was interested. u know me. u know how i feel abt siblings.

whos her fishy familiar whatre they like. are they more like a pet or a friend or both?

ive been using periods as question marks whoops. also uhm what is her relationship with all the other ppl and. their lives and whatever

whats her favorite food? color? animal? what is she interested in? what are her hobbies? yknow the basics

i know shes. trout. and those are freshwater. but does she like whales? like whale whales. im just curious. actually how does she feel about whales, sharks, even orcas. stuff like that.

OMG. OMG. OMG. WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK. WAIT. WAIT WAIT. IM FUCKING C;RAZY THANKUOU SO SO SO OSOS M UCH I LOVE ANS;WERING SHIT ABOUT MY STUPID OCS *CRIESSSSSSSSSSHGIJGFKGSERIJ*

where does trout live? and does she have any family living with or near her? or in general

OK SO FUNNY THING ABOUT REPRODUCTION IN MY WORLD. there doesnt actually need to be Two parents to Make A Child Exist. there can be one. three. twelve. billions. doesnt matter. because the source of life in this world are called lovebugs that essentially incubate souls that are ready to be recycled... the only motive they need to initiate the incubation process is some form of desire from an outside source to have that thing Exist, and boom, it will.

so basically, she doesn't have any "biological" family. lovebugs didn't incubate her soul because anyone wanted them to, it was basically like. okay. you know jesus? from the bible? yeah. that's basically what happened to trout. except whats different about her is that she was born from... like... the will of the god of the universe herself (cadie, cici. yeah the god of my universe is my cat) and somewhat from the people of that world at the time.

basically the desire of the masses to have the return of magic culminated so much hope and "desire" into existence that trout just... boom. became real.

to ACTUALLY answer your question though, trout doesn't actually have parents. she hopped across orphanages and foster homes until she was able to bind her soul to an object (long story) and then, seeing her power, the higher status seaskimrs kind of adopted her like "hey she would make a great personal guard to the royal family"

the closest thing to family though? oryx. he's her anxious deranged ghost uncle who projects his existence onto her through time bullshit soul magic.

ive seen the dragonss big dragon world where does she fit in there. like what is she. what is their society like if they have one. would she interact with other animals or would her society be kept to others like her?

OMG OK WAIT SO . FUNNU THING ABOUT THIS. TROUT'S ERA HAPPENS AT THE V E R Y END OF MEL'S SOUL THREAD... MEANING MOST OF THE DRAGONS ARE GONE BY THIS POINT. but AHAAAAAA WAIT !!!! since the world exploded, set on fire, exploded again, and then Flooded (thats why seaskimrs, creatures like trout, are the most populous intelligent species on the planet) tasreradian society managed to sustain some of their society, but alot of it was still lost (the current tasrerads don't even know that the shore dwelling tasrerads existed)

to the seaskimr society, tasrerads are something of lorekeepers. now having to go deeper into the ocean, they've become long-living megafauna. not a SINGLE tasrerad is left from mel's time, but a good ass portion of their history is written in ye olde dragon runes. seaskimrs don't interact a whole lot since tasrerads dwell very very deep in the ocean and rarely come up... but they're chill when they do! trout was born during the period of time where tasrerads come up for their routine (every decade? not sure!) transaction of knowledge. the tasreradian elder take great interest in telling stories to seaskimr younglings, and trout never forgot a single tale.

i sawww something mentioned about her being a past life to. uh. i forgot their names i know mel is there but how did she die if she does and also if its not the same where did she get the scar?

OMG OMG SHES !!! SHES ATUALLY MEL'S FUTURE LIFE iamsosorry if iworded that wrong somewhere i know i always say mel's past lives when in reality mel has One past life. everyone else comes after. help me. i need to finish the loredoc ohhhh my god

SHE !!! well. kind of dies? more like gets punted into purgatory after literally becoming god at some point for a reason i havent really worked out yet. we'll get to that *smiles*

AS FOR HER SCAR..... equally a little vague. in her old story, she got mauled by. this sounds insane but also all of the aquatic creatures from the past eras got like dangerously bigger. she got mauled by a HUGE FUCKING TROUT which earned trout her name!!! (yeah i think in her old lore getting mauled made her transition . ? help)

in her new lore tho. i think it would make the most sense for malibu to be the one to dismember & scar her? or maybe mel. tho i think malibu makes more sense. malibu being burned on accident and being like I NEED TO GET BACK AT THIS BITCH. because to trout, malibu is a reminder of her terrible curse & to malibu, trout is a reminder of a terrible experience that basically lead to the death of her grandmother (a whole other story so i'll just leave it at that)

regardless. unlike mel, she never gets a prosthetic :)

also not technically a question and also not about trout but kinda do u have a picture of mel's sister i saw u mention her and i was interested. u know me. u know how i feel abt siblings.

HELL YEAH I DO!!!!!!!!!!!! i havent finished her ref yet Sigh but.... the queen <3 epic spoilers! she's the one who kills mel :)

whos her fishy familiar whatre they like. are they more like a pet or a friend or both?

IM GONNA BE HONEST I HAVENT TOTALLY WORKED THIS OUT YET !!!

it acts as something of a... puppet. an entity that can pass through time to act as a gateway, HER gateway, to the past. which is where she meets oryx! the soulless remnants act as entities outside of time, so when she befriends one (this funny little fish who i dont have a name for yet LOL) she's able to puppeteer it's body and project herself and some of the world around it (including her voice!) into the past. which is how she's able to hear, see, and communicate with oryx. does that make sense? LOL

BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION. it's both :) trout is a "roll with the punches" kinda gal so she didn't really question the presence of half-existing entities that only she could see and just interacted with them as she would with a normal not dead person.

ive been using periods as question marks whoops. also uhm what is her relationship with all the other ppl and. their lives and whatever

HM HM HMMM. okay let me think.

mel - she feels pity for him at first. imagine existing for that long, literal eons stewing in your hate, refusing to let go of a grudge for people that have long forgotten about you? she essentially manages to talk him down from the ledge, something mira failed to do all those eras ago.

the reason trout came in the very last thread of mel's soul is because of how similar the two are. mel surpressed the "trout" part of himself so ferociously that she literally could not exist until oryx BLOCKED HIM from influencing her time in any way shape or form. mel hated, HATED, HATED trout, more than he hated his mom, those who looked down on him, the world, more than he hated himself. which is why his reconciliation with her is such a crucial part of both their character arcs, because truly trout is just mel in a less gristly, bloody font. he's like her deranged grandpa in some way.

when she resets the timeline he's glad to be the only one to remember her.

whats her favorite food? color? animal? what is she interested in? what are her hobbies? yknow the basics

food? she really likes spicy stuff. is eating tilapia cannibalism? maybe, but she doesn't really have a reason to care, all of her past lives were cannibals.

she REALLY likes green. like a soft, gentle sage. salmon pink is a close second.

she likes pufferfish and hammerhead sharks... she thinks theyre funny :)

BIG FAN OF MECHANICS AND BOMBS. bombs especially. it sometimes concerns her peers how excited she gets about stuff like the discovery of remains from those nuclear explosions several eons ago. she loooves pulling things apart and seeing what new stuff she can make with them. guns are a big second fave too! thats why her soulbound object (which can shapeshift. yeah she's a special one) is usually some kind of big impossible gun. she likes to try and dissect it and see how much of it is magic and how much of it is mechanics.

i know shes. trout. and those are freshwater. but does she like whales? like whale whales. im just curious. actually how does she feel about whales, sharks, even orcas. stuff like that.

SHE LOVES WILDLIFE. she's not like, crazy obsessed with animals but if you asked her if she wanted to go to the aquarium she would never say no. she likes predatory animals the most, i don't know if she would have ever seen an orca before but whales are a tasreradian delicacy so she's definitely eaten whales before, and likes to watch sharks sometimes.

ALSO WAIT FUNNY DETAIL. she's actually anadromous, which means she's both freshwater AND saltwater which is why she lives in the sea :)

[erseac]

Phones Must Stay Off During Movie Night

Rating M, featuring beginnings of Marinette/Zoé, hints of Marinette/Chloé and Marinette/Sabrina, ideas of Chloé/Sabrina, mentions of so many more, and crucially weird dysfunctional Zoé&Chloé&Sabrina.

Bourgeois sister movie nights were stilted and awkward and weird, and Zoé wouldn’t trade them for the world. It had taken years of bickering, fighting, dirty insults, second chances given and wasted and finally personal growth to get here, the time when Zoé and Chloé were actually hanging out regularly.

Tonight was nothing special, just the latest superhero flick on the giant TV in Chloé’s room. Zoé was sitting a respectable-but-not-too-far distance on the couch from her sister. Sabrina, Chloé’s definitely not girlfriend, had her head in Chloé’s lap, who was idly playing with her hair.

She was just about to feed another popcorn into Sabrina’s mouth when Zoé’s phone chirped.

“Urgh, did you forget to put it on silent?”, asked Chloé. “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.”

Zoé ignored her, too busy with the message. It was from Marinette, a photo, and… Oh god. Zoé felt frozen.

“The fuck’s got you so stumped? Let me see”, growled Chloé. Before Zoé could even process what was going on, Chloé had her hands on her phone. She tried grabbing it back, but Chloé was just a split second quicker.

“Let’s see here… oh, it’s just Dupain-Cheng. Naked. Again.”

“Huh?” Sabrina looked up. Chloé held the phone right in front of her face. “Oh, it’s a nice one.”

“Not nice enough to interrupt movie night”, sneered Chloé.

“Wait.” Zoé was confused… and missed Chloé throwing the phone back to her. It hit her right in the face.

“What’s up?”, asked Chloé. “You seem out of it.”

“Uhm… yeah. Marinette sent me a naked picture…”

She looked back at it. It was closely cropped but clearly taken on Marinette’s bed, with about half of her amazing smile, and all of one of her magnificent breasts. Zoé could look at it for hours, but at the same time, she’d probably explode if she stared at it for a full second.

“Well, duh”, said Chloé. “Don’t act like it’s such a big deal.”

“Not a big deal!? Wha- How- Why would she do this?”

Chloé and Sabrina looked at her, suddenly more interested in her than the movie. Why were they acting like she was weird? This was a weird situation.

“Hold on, is this the first time you’re getting nudes from her?”, asked Chloé.

“Must be the Z. Bottom of the list”, said Sabrina excitedly. “But not, like, in a bad way! Just alphabetical, the odds are…”

“Oh spare me the maths!”, Chloé groaned. “Okay, she sent this by accident. Happens all the time. I swear, this girl, she takes a sexy selfie, and then she’s too excited to hold her phone properly and they just go everywhere.”

“Oh, right”, said Zoé. That actually made a lot of sense, except for the part where… was this normal? Did this happen more than once?

“You’ll get the apology text in…” began Sabrina.

“Three”, added Chloé.

“Two…”

“One…”

Zoé’s phone beeped with another text message, profusely apologising.

“Right, so I better delete this”, she mumbled. It was disappointing that it wasn’t on purpose, but good to have this resolved. Just a simple accident, it wouldn’t be right to… Why was Chloé’s hand on hers?

“The fuck are you doing?”, asked Chloé once more. “Don’t you have this big stupid crush on her?”

“Yeah?”

“Right. So don’t delete that. Take one yourself and send it back.”

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This story came as a huge surprise to me. I got the idea earlier today, thought this might be fun as a short one-shot for Tumblr, just a couple hundred words. And then I look at my document and I'm at over 2k words. How did that happen?

I may write more of this if there's interest and I can think of what happens next. This is as much as my head was willing to spit out for now.

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I started typing and suddenly it became a longer rant than I originally intended uhm.....

I really wish I had a therapist I could trust on so I can talk about my age regression in an environment where I can actually feel safe because age regression is the part of my trauma that I am the most ashamed of because I know it's what pisses people off the most, when I act the age I was when I was abused. And the thing is I don't have an on or off switch that I can access willingly for this, I know that for some people this is a willing coping mechanism but slipping into the mindset of a 13 yr old kid is something that Just Happens for me and it really doesn't help me when I'm in such a shaky situation with my verbally abusive parents. I think a good example was this morning when I felt sick and went to tell my mom this before she asked me to sweep the kitchen, but she thought I was giving her an excuse to not sweep, so she basically jumped at my throat and started yelling and berating me for being sick, then as she tried to continue antagonizing me I started yelling back, I kept yelling until she decided she couldn't win the argument and stopped trying to back me into a corner. This is the only way I have to defend myself at this point, barking back, but when I slip into my younger self its harder to do, I suddenly don't want to or I am scared to defend myself against people. The day went on and we were going to the bank so I could open my bank account, I. Went to the bathroom before going out which pissed off my mom royally because I took a few more Seconds to go out than she would've wanted. She started shouting up a storm in the car like it was the end of the world and if she didn't yell at me until i killed myself she would instantly explode. I couldn't defend myself, I was suddenly scared to, I couldn't even tell her to leave me alone. Regressing to the mindset of when I was 13 leaves me more vulnerable, sometimes it's because something bad happened and I resort to it to cope and sometimes it just happens. And people find the way I act ridiculous. It makes it easier for people to hurt me