#if you saw a typo in this post before i fixed it: no you didn't-

[aletheialed]

@ my tgaa mutuals, what do you all think would drive barok van zieks to villainy. like what would break his moral code and sense of justice. what would he be willing to break it for. asking for a friend

[halfelven]

love random not even logged in readers just dropping their 'constructive criticism' on your 100k+ story that you're putting online entirely for free. this is just a rant btw

"You obviously have a great talent and I think you should work on honing it some. As much as I’ve enjoyed the story, there are a few things that stand out that you might consider looking at. I feel like the story isn’t sure what it wants to be at times; is it character driven or plot driven? It doesn’t flow smoothly because sometimes we have these wonderful character vignettes, like Illumi and Kalluto on a road trip or Kite/Leorio/Gon/Killua in an apartment where plot doesn’t really feel important, followed by what feels like heavily plot driven beats, like Kalluto and the spiders. In addition, it contributes to confusion because sometimes we see established characterization turned on its head. Especially the weird way everyone all of a sudden just sort of was OK with Kalluto being a spider and then working with Illumi when they just went to all that trouble to escape him? It all kind of feels forced and not natural. You know?

Anyway, I’ll definitely keep reading and look forward to seeing what happens."

first: love you trying to sound legitimate with your "in addition" like this is some kind of writer's workshop. second: in what way would I, the writer, think that an incomplete part of my story in which the reader does not yet know most of the main motivations (they are only hinted at so far) feels forced and not natural when I know what's happening, where it is going (and where I haven't had other readers comment with confusion about that part)

and moving on. don't do this. also like i said this is a wip in and no, no one is cool with Kalluto being a spider and no they're not cool working with Illumi, really. it was already established that some of them /have/ been working with Illumi before this~ he's someone that they know. like have you never been in a seriously dangerous situation that you just have to get through before you get back to what you want?*** also at this point Chrollo's real motive hasn't been entirely revealed.

Killua keeps changing his mind about what he's doing because he's a scared kid whose self-hatred is destroying him from the inside out. the POV is so tight that I have to keep dropping reminders that what is stated in the narrative is often not true! Illumi's POV, for example, keeps showing Killua as really loving him and being happy he's around but struggling with a desire for freedom, while with Killua's POV he's terrified of Illumi most of the time. like how is that not obviously a distorted POV where you can't trust the narrator?

"where plot doesn’t really feel important, followed by what feels like heavily plot driven beats"

this part is especially irritating because it's like yeah that's how I want to write it? this isn't a published novel. I don't have to commit to making sure every scene is important to the plot. I can spend time writing a full scene about someone drinking a glass of water and then 13 chapters in a row that are for moving the plot forward. I didn't even tag it as a novel... I did tag it for unreliable narration and I keep getting annoyed that people keep ignoring that.

"I feel like the story isn’t sure what it wants to be at times; is it character driven or plot driven?"

it's both??? it's neither??? it's a fanfic??? why do I keep getting comments lately where people are expecting me to adhere to like fucking publishing standards. this keeps up and I will write a chapter which is entirely about a minor character drinking a glass of water. watch me. I'll write one about phinks drinking a glass of water and you'll like it*

"Overall, the story is good and presented a compelling alternative to CA. Look, each fan has their own opinion on CA and I know I didn’t like it. I think it was a product of what Togashi was going through as he began to experience health issues and then finding himself right back where he said he wasn’t going to be mentally after he ended his earlier manga. We can never know for sure, but it certainly had a “watch it all burn vibe” to it near the end. I honestly believe he wanted it to end with the finality of Gon’s suicide as a capstone statement, but was probably convinced to go a different route, which kinda of left a jarring feel in the narrative and culminated in a rather unsatisfying end to Gon and Killua’s journey. Despite that, I am very reluctant to read fics where the events of CA are erased or grossly modified and honestly yours is really the first long AU/alternate timeline I’ve enjoyed"

okay first of all, I love the CA arc. but I had to split a point off where Kite was going to survive. why do you have to leave this whole paragraph about how you think Togashi was or wasn't going to go with the CA on my fanfic? I didn't even write this as 'oh look at my alternative to CA bc I hated CA' I don't really look forward to hearing comments about how random people didn't like so and so aspect of the story that I'm basing my story off of. I've never written fanfic for a story that I didn't like (except for some things that I don't have published I wrote at a request for friends for a fandom they were into that I wasn't really) and yeah I've wanted to 'fix' aspects (like tolkien's treatment of women for example) but I am not looking for your 'this is what I hated about the source material' comments on my stories

tired of getting comments with little 'oh I didn't like your style at first but now I do' or 'here's how to fix your story!' unsolicited advice from people who aren't better writers than me (I don't even want it from people who would be better writers than me on stuff I'm just doing for fun and for free)

when did stuff like this become normal? at least don't be a coward and be not logged in so you can't even get a response notification. like girl they aren't cool with it! why do you think everyone is on guard standing around like they're in a fucking hostage situation? how do you see such wildly different interpretations from different character's POVs and think it's not intentional? what part about Kite watching Killua like a fucking hawk makes you think he's going to let Illumi take him after this?

like if you've never had to smile and pretend to be cool with your abuser (pretend to love them) or someone who was threatening you to keep someone else safe then good for you! it fucking sucks! also don't know how to explain to you what a child who is growing up in an extremely isolated abusive situation goes through (though I keep writing about it in this story you should catch on...) but it's a million back and forths with emotion and feelings--especially if their abuser does (to in some way or to some degree) love them. and it is often blaming themselves. I'm not letting my years of studying human psychology and child development go to waste here**

is this story perfect? no but I'm not gonna hire an editor for a fanfic. and everyone's interpretations of characters will be different. especially with child characters who are going through huge changes in the world around them and their personal lives. part of the appeal of fanfiction is 'who would they become if this happened instead?' *sorry I keep writing about starving and not having clean drinking water but I will never stop because that's what I grew up with and it's hell. also phinks drinking water would be compelling since I assume he'd have harder access to clean drinking water

**hunter x hunter is also one of the only stories I have encountered with characters who have backgrounds as fucked up as mine and Togashi's interest in human psychology really stands out.

***like good for you but that was most of my life and you sometimes just have to shut up and get through it. and no I will not put my notes in the right order bc I'm not being paid enough****

****I'm being paid nothing

[savedpeople]

//for the record i’m treating these ass-slapping memes in a lighthearted way, especially for folks where this is our muses’ first interaction (which makes it extra hilarious lmao) so negan’s not going to be reacting too extremely to any of them, these are just for fun

[wonton4rang]

SOO, in this period I have developed a huge obsession for Sungho from bnd, seeing those broad shoulders every single day makes me think about how much his physique is suitable for that of a swimmer. Sooooo, could you write something about pool sex with sungho? Thanks in advance if you do, love ya🫶🏻

oh my god you're soooo me (and i love u too<3) 😭😭😭 lately leehan and sungho have been making me go crazyyyy. they are so hot and for wHAT.

this is long, i think the longest post I've made so far but i just got carried away, sungho is such a writeable person, specially when we include his shoulders/ back and pool sex??? i hope y'all enjoy !! If you see any typos, no, you didn't 🙏

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summer was the worst season for you, it was hot, sticky and it forced you to wash your hair EVERY SINGLE DAY, and honestly that's a hustle. so you simply hated when summer came, yeah, that until you noticed that you could have a win win by going to swim class, you wouldn't be hot (due to the weather tho), you will learn how to swim and you will also get to see the hottest boy in town: park sungho.

you just couldn't wrap your mind on how he looked so good, perfect skin, beautiful foxy eyes, a tender smile and an amazing and lovely, kind, cute personality. he was basically perfect. but the day you saw him swimming??? that was the day you felt you were doing it all wrong, how come you had such a hot man close by and never noticed? he has those broad and toned shoulders, his muscles tensing when he swam through the pool and then had to flex his arms to pull himself out of it in the edge.

you felt how your throat went dry and your hands started to shake when he walked your way.

"you must be y/n?" he asked softly, removing his swimming hat and launching his perfect hair, because yes, he also had perfect hair.

"yes, i am here for the classes?" sungho just nodded, getting to your side before looking up and down at you and lifting an eyebrow.

"you can change in there" he signalled a door behind you "today is just gonna be us since the other two said they couldn't make it"

you just nodded in comprehension, walking to the place he told you about and changing into your swimming suit, noticing how you forgot about your swimming hat, you suddenly felt so nervous and you couldn't telk why. well, i can tell you why, your pussy was literally wetter than the pool out there, it took sungho 2 minutes to make you want him so bad you'll beg for it.

once you went out, you couldn't even think about swimming, you were NOT listening to a single word he said, your eyes were fixed in his lips yet you did not understand a word, but when you felt his hands in your waist, his face so close to yours when you lifted your head, you just couldn't hold it back and shamelessly licked your lips, getting a tilted head from him before he kinda laughed at your action and made you put your feet in the bottom of the pool.

"is there something you wanna tell me, y/n? you are definitely not paying attention. maybe something you want to know so we can continue?"

"are you dating someone?" he definitely expected that.

"no, i am-"

"i need you, please" he gapped his mouth a few times before actually freezing in front of you, his hands on your hips and his eyes scanning your face for almost a minute before he said:

"like, here and now?" you nodded to his words and he just thought about it for a second before nodding too and trying to get out of the pool, you held his hand and stopped him.

"i want to do it here" but sungho was just as compliant as he seemed to be so he just said yes and finally took you in for a kiss. don't get him wrong, it's not that he's an 'easy' person but when he was so stressed with the upcoming competition and in top of that had to give classes because his dad asked him to do so (the local pool was theirs) he just needed a way to escape that, and you looked just like the perfect match for his preferences.

so it was perfect for him when you came forward first because tbh he didn't know how to approach you without making you feel uncomfortable if you didn't feel the same as he did. and this was actually such a new experience for him, fucking with someone on a random day, place and without having any ties to that person previously to doing it? that's straight up crazy for him.

but here he was, kissing you like his life depends on it, he was needy, he was seeking for this and now that he had it he just took it. his tongue ghosted your lips and his body pressed against yours with some strength that made you open your eyes when your back hit the edge of the pool, your hands went automatically to his shoulders, pressing down in the flesh, feeling it under your fingertips and moaning softly at the feeling and the warm yet chilly temperature of his skin.

he left your lips for a moment, going for your neck with hot and open mouthed kisses that gave you this weird feeling of emptiness and made you so needy for him when his arms went to each side of your head, pressing agaisnt the edge of the pool and his lips going down to your collarbones when your hands held him for below his arms, positioning in his wide back and making him get closer and closer to you to the point that he groaned himself, making you feel the vibrations in your skin before one of your hands took the hair in his nape and pulled him back a little.

his lips looked swollen and his eyes kinda watery when he faced you and took one of his hands to cup your face and kiss you softly "i need you, please" he nodded at your words, kissing you one more time cause he personally just loved the whole kissing stuff like a mad man.

"do you have any condoms?" he asked you really close to your lips, not really wanting to leave them.

"i... i actually do" you mouthered and he tried to get away from you so he could look for them, it's not that you always had condoms in your bag, even though you should just in case, but you really knew what you came here for so... but even before he got 5 inches away from you your hands were already pulling him back "do you mind doing it without it? i'm good" you explained, so he could know that there were no diseases in your system.

"i don't mind but are you sure? the water can cause some friction and i wouldn't want you to-" he took his bottom lip between his teeth and then proceeded "you know, i want you to enjoy it too"

"it's okay, i just want to feel you" he laughed at what you said because you could feel him with a condom too but he won't discuss that now that he felt his boner pushing his swimming pants and urging for a release. he nodded and took you in for a kiss again, his hand lowering in your body until he reached your pussy, palming a little and causing a spasm to run through your body, taking the chance to finally introduce his tongue in your mouth and kiss you deeper.

he didn't loose any time when his fingers made your swimsuit aside and he entered his middle finger in your cunt, your hands pressing in his back and your legs opened up for him to position himself in between them, his lips finally parted ways with yours, his forehead pressing against yours while he slowly humped you with his finger inside of you and his hips right behind. "i wish i could eat you out so bad right now" he whispered, audibly moaning like a little bitch when you gave him a short kiss in the lips and held the back of his head to play with his hair.

his eyes staring into yours with so much hunger that you just couldn't make it longer, you needed him to fuck you so bad, his frame covering yours and making your legs feel weak before saying "please, get in, sungho" and he did not thought about it twice, lowering his pants with one hand and keeping your swimsuit away with the other when he pressed the tip in your cunt, it felt so warm in comparison to the cold water surrounding you.

you felt him pushing pass your entrance and your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support, one of his hands going to hold your waist when he finally looked back up at your eyes, managing to unglue them from what he could see through the water of your pussy taking his dick.

"all good?" he asked as he slowly went deeper and deeper in your cunt, you felt the stretch and just when you thought it was all in, he kept pushing, causing you to groan out in desperation. you needed him to thrust into you and finally relieve your clenching pussy.

"all good, you can move" he nodded and finally slammed his hips against yours, the movement being rather slow due to the water but it felt so good that your pussy pulsated when he came forward one more time, this time stronger and groaning in your ear when he tried to muffle his moans by kissing the space between your neck and your ear, and as much as you liked it and felt like you could die right now and die happy with his dick buried deep in your cunt, both of his hands were now holding your hips while his fingers pressed with some strength there, you pulled away from his lips, his thrusts coming to a stop because he got a little bit confused at your actions.

"did i hurt you?" you could feel his grab loosening and quickly denied with your head.

"you're perfect, but i want to... you know, hear you" his eyebrows lifted at that, his cheeks blushing when he swallowed at your words "you sound so pretty when you're on it, please" sungho was just a big boy physically and mentally, but when you shared how you felt his dick literally twitched inside of you and he immediately resumed his thrusts, this time going deeper than before if that was even possible and he finally picked up a pace that made you grin a little bit out of pleasure.

he was so good for you, so good for your needs, so good to make you want more and more. but when he started moaning sweetly in your ear you lost it, you became a little bit more vocal too, both of your whines mixing together and resonating in the four walls of the roofted pool due to the echo in there.

he fucked you fast yet precisely, slamming his hips over and over again in that spot that made you cry out and clench your cunt around his already leaking cock. he was so into it that he almost forgot to keep his voice down, whining so softly in your ear before asking:

"are you feeling good?" you desperately nodded, letting a high pitched moan when he gave you a sharp thrust, your eyes were wide open while you looked at him, your hair coming in the way when he started fucking you like that, strong and sharped, making you jump a little bit but keeping you safe in his arms when he hugged your waist instead of holding your hips, you moaned before he removed the wet hair from your face and kissed your lips.

"you look so pretty, and you feel so good" he moaned against your lips, his right hand going down to play with your clit, causing you to spasm and grind down on his dick and hand.

"you feel so good too" was all you could manage to say before pressing your nails in his back, his shoulders aching a bit when you scratched him by mistake. and even though he was not into having those marks on him, it felt so hot in the moment that he might need to think about it twice. "i'm so close, so so close" your voice sounded wasted, cracking a little bit with each thrust he gave up into you. "please keep going, just a little more" but sungho was not that strong, he was not that good at holding himself back, specially not with your pretty voice saying those things to him, not with your arms holding him so close to your frame, not with your soaked cunt squeezing his dick and his desperation showing up. he couldn't, so he tried to pull out before he came, first because he wasn't coming inside of you without your consent and second because he wanted to make you come first.

but his ideas shattered when your arms did not allowed him to pull out, your head desperately denying before saying "please come inside, i need to come with you, please" it took him literally 8 seconds and almost 10 thrusts to come after that, the feeling of his warm dick softening inside of your while he rode his orgasm out making you come in his hand and around his cock. "goddam it" you whispered, your hands falling from his arms and resting on his waist, throwing your head behind while he was hiding his face in your neck, slowly kissing your chest while you both came down from your high and regulated your breath.

it didn't take him 2 seconds to kiss your lips when you looked at him afterwards, accepting the sweet kiss the boy was giving you and moaning at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, the emptiness coming back while your cunt clenched around nothing.

"how are you feeling?" he asked you softly, fixing your swimsuit and cupping your face with his right hand while his foxy eyes looked at yours.

"that was amazing, i had a while needing something like that" you laughed and he did too.

"that makes two of us" he reassured and then spoke again "are you taking pills or do you need me to get you something?"

"i'm okay, no worries, i got it" after that y'all just came out of the pool, not really into class anymore and tbh who would be? you went to change back to your regular clothes and you just know he followed you behind and went in the changing room with you.

that's how you both ended up making out, again, and how you took his number to hit him up if you ever needed anothed lesson. it really didn't have to be a swimming one tho.

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys Chapter 1

Following the events of taking down James McGrath Armando manages to find a sanctuary With a lonely woman. But after leaving, he comes back a year later to finish what he started.

AN: Heyy puddin, this is my first time ever writing a fan fic or any story but after seeing that man on screen, I HAD to write something. Feel free to let me know your thoughts…. Nicely please 🥰

Chapter 1

In the dark of the night, there was only the noise of bugs chirping and heavy pants from the man in all black, looking as if he had come out of war with new blood and dried blood over his body. Sweat was gleaming all over his body, causing his dark, curly hair to stick to his forehead.

The man was heaving and holding one of the stab wounds on his side that was slowly bleeding out into the makeshift shirt wrap. He knew if he didn't get help soon, there was a high possibility that he would die, but he knew that wasn't something he was going to allow himself, not when he came so far. He continued limping through the back road, hoping he could get somewhere soon to rest or at least somewhere to supply himself with a first aid kit to fix himself up.

He soon found that hope when, up ahead, he saw a clear path of what looked like a huge front lawn. Walking faster, he got to the clearing until he saw it was a two-story modern home on an acre of land with no other houses in sight.

A feeling of relief flew through, but so did a big wave of dizziness that hit him. Gasping now, he leans on to the tree to try and catch his breath, feeling his body ache and become heavier. He looked back at the house and saw there were lights on and a shadow moving.

"Someone's home," he thought. He stood back up to his full height, using the tree as support, holding back a groan that wanted to escape in the quiet night, and started forward to the house. In the back of his head, he knew this was a stupid idea. Who knew if this person would even help him or if they would call the cops on him considering he's still in Miami, where he's a wanted fugitive? With these thoughts in mind, he made up his mind to just sneak into the house when the person appears to be going to bed rather than just knocking on the front door.

The closer he got to the house, the more the blackness started to overcome his eyes. He was finally about to reach the side of the house when bright white monitor lights shined on him, forcing him to cover his eyes, and not even a minute later he heard a door slam and saw a shadow coming from around the corner of the house. Before he could do anything, he felt his body shut down on him, and the last thing he saw was the barrel of a shotgun aimed at him by a dark figure and a silky whisper coming from it.

"What the hell?"

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And there we have it chapter 1. Yayyy! I hope you enjoy it, I’m already working on chapter 3. If you notice any typos I’m so sorry I’m trying to work on just posting this fic because I know I’ll get scared and doubt myself and will never post anything if I keep reading over and over

[le-velo-pour-dru]

LISTEN TO HIM SING NOW, I REALLY LIKE THAT DALLON FELLA :DDDDD

I really do like that Dallon Weekes guy :DD

[sanguinetheomachy]

RAHHHHH CRACK THEORY TIME

GUYS. SO IT'S BEEN AROUND 19 DAYS SINCE FELPS WAS KIDNAPPED YEAH? YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE 19TH DAY OF THE SERVER?

MARIANNA KILLED JUANAFLIPPA

THE 19TH DAY HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING.

What if this ISN'T about Cellbit, but instead Felps!? We know it's a possibility that they are turning the island inhabitants into Cucurucho / the Cucurucho clones. So what if the test tube/ cryochamber is just to keep Felps in place while they brainwash him fully? and so they can work on his body and transform him fully?

ALSO, Cellbit ended stream with Exit to a Film by Radiohead with an animated drawing of Cucurucho inverted

He also posted this on Twitter.

Cucurucho's LAST WORDS TO HIM were "You are the QSMP Census Buerau." Which is the first thing Cucurucho says upon meeting "Hello I am the QSMP Census Buerau"

(Getting into the crack here) WHAT IF it's too late. What if the Cucurucho BBH saw after he was taken is Cellbit? And that's the reason it couldn't really answer the questions with straight answers, or really at all.

This Cucurucho was also fishing, something we've never seen Cucurucho(s) have interest in before, and Cellbit said he was going to fish with Richarlyson...

Cucurucho has also been seen multiple times saying it's name isn't Cucurucho, when it was first seen it called itself Smile, when they were asked later they said Cucurucho and Osito Bimbo are not it's name.

When prompted with the Census Beurau questionnaire they didn't answer, instead fixing the typos. What if it doesn't know the answers? We already know the federation can erase memories, obviously they'd need to do that to turn them into Cucurucho and keep them on the island.

What if the Binary Enitities are the byproduct of this going wrong? That's why they want to make the residents happy, so they have an easier time during the inauguration. So that this time they're successful.

What if the inauguration has already begun for all of them?

Think about the questionnaire for a moment with me

All of it is in past tense. What was your name? What was your age? What if they're testing to see how much you do remember? How long they need before you'll join them?

And the last question, What do you like doing for fun? The only one in present tense. What makes you happy? What will make you accept the island as your home?

You are telling the federation exactly what to do, they're watching your every move. The only thing that will make Foolish happy is the cloud? He gets five minutes on it as a start. Forever wants to be peaceful with his son? Quackity and Cellbit are gone.

As far as I know, the only ones they will never be able to make fully happy are Badboyhalo, whom wants Skeppy, and the grieving parents.

It's only a matter of time before they take another, I think the next ones will be either one of Tazercraft, or one of the French.

[kaitosannnn]

To friends, fans the GazettE, fans vkei and the GazettE team

There is an event that

One person secretly downloaded the video I edited and posted without asking permission on the 16th. last April

It was a day when everyone mourned the passing of an artist that everyone, the GazettE fan, loved so much

That person downloaded my clip and posted it on Tiktok He didn't give permission and didn't credit my name at all

I looked at his Tiktok account for a week, So I went to comment on his post. I thought he would credit me in the comments of his post, but no, He deleted all my comments to him yesterday

So I posted the story, But in the story post I used the wrong terminology and I apologize

Moments after I posted the story, he DMed me using his personal Instagram account content according to the video [I'll summarize it for you]

♤ He asked if I was a videographer [ I made a typo in the content of my story post. I apologize I'm just the owner of this edited video ]

♤ He says I don't respect the artists who have passed away [ I posted a video I edited in tribute to an artist who had passed away, If people follow me, they probably saw that I posted you think I don't grieve over the passing of my beloved artist? I do too and people who edit videos like me Is it so wrong to put cute songs in edited videos? Didn't you read what Ruki-san said about Reita-san? "I'm sure he would rather hear you guys saying, "That guy was awesome!" than seeing you sad" Because of this sentence so I have the energy to edit the video for everyone's pleasure and recommended the song, So what do you do it for? ]

♤ He tried to get my video editing template to remove my name from the video [ You can't remove my name from the video I edited like this, you disrespect me Editing videos is not easy,So you came to steal intellectual property like this, do you think you did it right? and in the other videos you posted, did you ask for permission or credit? If everyone watches this video, you will see that he asks this question so often and he rarely answers my questions ]

♤ The last message he sent me [ He used rude words towards me and he tried to teach me before he sent me his last message he tried to label me as the wrong person you can view the messages in the chat and who is at fault? Everyone should know]

I won't be rude, as everyone who follows me should already know, but with people like this, I wouldn't try to be rude and other people in the past have given credit under every one of his comments or posts but that person didn't

In the message I sent him I just ask that he give credit under his comment or delete and repost and give me credit It's not just claiming to be on video

♡ Finally, to anyone who wants to download my edited video or someone else's, please ask for permission first and credit the name of the owner

I would like to ask for the opinion of everyone who has watched this video and all the messages in the caption, How do I fix this situation? I thank you so much And sorry for wasting your time

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[trust-and-jump]

Problems with Reverse Robins Tim Drake again (he's evilllll) (not really)

I KNOW I SAID I WILL POST ABOUT RED HOOD ARC WITH TIM BUT I JUST CAME UP WITH SOMETHING MORE INTERESTING TO ME. /I don't even like Tim and still, I don't know why i post and write about him more than about Damian who's more interesting to me, or about Jason, who is my favourite, but NEVERMIND/

This is going to be bad. Tim is not good. He's not truly bad either but.. Nah.

Bad English and typos, by the way! But here's this dumb post- - - - - - - -

Okay but even after returning to the family my Tim still has very few limits. He admits to himself that he loves and needs his family and he welcomed Dick and tries to fix things with Jason (and, well, he did some pretty bad things in cold blood with Jason, but he did regret it after everything), and he follows Bruce's rules, trying to redeem himself, but.

But.

Just when things are starting to get brighter than ever - Gotham finally gets actually better and safer, Bruce becomes a human being, Alfred is no more a soldier in a war, Cass almost completely stops being a vigilante and tries to build a new life, Jason decides he should get a new identity since Shrike's darkness is no longer needed in their city and to their Batman, Damian is calmer and more relaxed than ever— Jason dies. Not gonna explain how because it's a long story and it's different from canon (bc Jay is more confident with his place in the family and Bruce is more emotionally open and he has a brother Damian who cares about him a lot and actually spends time with him) but it's still a Joker mess and he still gets beaten with our favourite crowbar and blown up and dies.

And, ah, don't get me wrong, they are all shaken by it (Bruce is Bruce, all his emotional progress being ruined, Cass is cold and uncaring and angry and feels she should fill the gap and be vigilante again even though she doesn't want to, Damian, after some time, stops talking, Alfred is distracted, distant, Dick's 'confidence in tomorrow' is under threat, he just started building relationship with others), but Tim? Tim's a desperate young man, and he clings to his family and he, not unlike the others, didn't have a lot of experience with family. And he's, ah, he still didn't learn. Dami, Cass, Jason - they didn't have much of a child hood, but Bruce gave him a little of it, just a bit, just enough to find out how to love and how to express it. But when Drake got to Bruce he still had parents and kept emotional distance because, well, Bruce was a mentor, a close teacher, a worried adult, yes, and "it's good to be with him", yes, but Tim had living parents, so no, no, no. And it's not like Damian was nice to him once he found out that Tim stole Shrike and Bruce let him do it. Then the incident with his parents happened and then, at the end, he died the same day his father died, at the hand of the same murderer.

Again, Tim's childhood before joining Batman was more or less ordinary. Yes, his parents loved him but, sadly, starting from a certain age, weren't around much. And despite having babysitters and going to school, it's just... well, you know the opinion that almost all kids by default are sadistic psychopaths a little, and what makes some of them so insufferable is that they didn't learn better yet? Well. I, for example, was a little psycho because I remember really fcking well how I couldn't comprehend very 'simple' things such as love and genuinly caring about someone closer to me, and why putting myself in danger can upset the others (because I didn't feel it). And you know what, maybe it was because my parents were working hard and i almost never saw them back then. i wasn't lonely or something, I had A LOT of people around me. I, like, knew i wouldn't really care if anyone of them died. I know, it's horrible, I'm not like that anymore, it was late but I somehow learned how to love, i worked hard on it, i woke up when I was 16 or so and it was so, so exciting to realize that I'm not mimicking feelings anymore, and that I now know from an experience what others are feeling. And i was learning and it was very interesting to actually know what are the emotional problems in my family and i started to fix them using my old knowledge and my new experience and it actually sometimes worked. Just. Wow. I felt like I'm the puppeteer! I was burnt by this few times but mostly it was all great. Sometimes I still feel it, when I'm not busy deciding if i should kill myself or shouldn't.

So, Tim is a fictional character, and he's, like, a genius, so it wouldn't be the same, but.... But.

I'm obsessed with Tim "failing successfully".

You know that thing when a grieving family often has that one person in it who's more ready than others to keep everyone going? Look. It's supposed to be Cass here, but she's 16 and still not good with words and she feels too helpless. So she does that, but... Ah, just, look.

So, like I said, Tim got attached to Jason, of course (especially because of guilt), but when he died, after the initial shock dissapeared, Tim was much more worried about others. Jason was dead, but others weren't. And their job is dangerous enough to kill them if they are not at their best.

So. Are you ready? Because it's going to be a shitshow. Not as bad as it could be, but definitely a Tim Plan™️. Not much of a plan but something like that.

How WRONG is it to use your youngest recently adopted brother to emotionally replace your deceased brother in order to keep your grieving family from imaginary collapse (because you are a sucker with the IQ of a genius but you are not able to treat the family object humanely), literally instructing this little brother about how he should behave in order to, quote, "save" the others, and trying to make him a new Robin (not a Shrike because nooo, it wouldn't work with others) in order to fill the hole left from the one who died?

you know what Dick should say to Bruce, you know when Dick should try to cheer up Cass, you know when Dick should be vulnerable with Damian, you know how Dick should spend time with Alfred, and you teach that Dick, because you're smart enough, and you understand now, and it terrifies you how everything seems to fall apart, how every member of your family is acting different and how something worse is bound to happen.

Oh, yes, about the question of who "you" are: you're a person who died once as a civilian and, after resurrection, got rid of the remnants of your flimsy morality with help of Ra's al Ghul; you are a person who worked for the League of Assassins for a couple of years by your own choice, and then, upon returning to the family and realizing that Ra's left you a 'gift' in your body, agreed to follow the Bruce's rules and redeem yourself for some of shit that you did to this family both when you were sane and when you gave in to Pit madness. And when everything just started to look good, and you even realized that you love this imperfect family, the bro you once tortured (while you were "on the bad" side) and regretted about it later, died, and now you see how bad everything is and decide with your stupid smart head that, in order to reduce suicidal tendencies of the head of the family, to return to the older brother something he could focuse to protect and care about, as well as to make your sister Cass once again be kind and gentle and caring/not angry to everyone, you need a plan for the emotional replacement of this deceased brother, who, it seems to you, was a glue, and your youngest sibling — (you should first get him out of Kent family where he was sent to spend a little time while the bats deal with shithole Gotham became again after Shrike's death and Joker's latest joke) — is the ideal option, being naive and selfless enough to do whatever you say, because it "helps our family to keep their sanity, see? Damian can talk again, Cassandra is at home more often, and Bruce finally started to come to his senses! Be patient, everything will be fine, you're doing great, it's almost done."

You're Tim Drake.

And... Two things.

This scheme worked, it helped.

Tim doesn't understand few things: you shouldn't try to 'save' family from grief. The family wouldn't fall apart without you trying to do it. Things would get better after some time. Tim is DUMB. DUMB. And Dickie doesn't exactly suffer but. It's just a lot. It's a very hard thing to do even when you are an adult. And when you're a child? Well. It's exhausting and it feels wrong to always behave around others exactly as you told to behave. And when it's suggested like a mission, and when Tim played it as the first step to be a bat like EVERYONE ELSE in this family, so you can finally help instead of just watching how everyone gets hurt in their nightlife. It's just. Wrong. Even though he's supporting Dick all the ways he can and spends a lot of time with him. It's still terribly wrong.

Guys, Tim is dumb here, sorry. He is clever. But he is dumb. I mean. He used himself like that in canon, but here he is a young adult (20-22 y? I'm not sure) and he knows much more, enough to do it much better. He would do it himself, would work hard to make each of them happier, but he thinks he's not the right person for this, considering how much shit he's done to them. He is wrong, because he definitely could do things better if he tried. But he didn't try. He just thinks that this plan with him would be 'Inefficient'. He is dumb.

AND ME TOO. I WOULD TOTALLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS IF I WERE IN HIS PLACE. I KNOW IT. OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 i know that maybe this whole mess doesn't make sence to some of you but i swear it does to me because I would do it. I would do it.

[comfortingevanbuckley]

If you saw the typo in that post before I fixed it, no you didn't.

[catrakomtrikru]

Maybe I can't write a love song but I can ramble.

I found her because she covered Misery business and I saw it on YouTube. I was like, damn that girl has a nice voice. Turns out she's in a band and they were local.

April last year I went to see them at pop punk nite. Her band is called House parties. While waiting outside the venue she came around the corner to take pictures for social media. After she was done I talked to her. She was so sweet and nice and gave me a bit of time before she had to go back in.

We talked on Instagram after that. I kept running into her at other shows. There was one in September, it was another band called College radio. I went and it ended up being my birthday celebration. She was there too, after the show she hugged me and said happy birthday in my ear and I was crushing on her at this point. I thought I would melt in her arms.

House parties went on their first tour last year too. I went when they played the home town show. Once I got in I was trying to clip my wallet chain back to my pants after going through security. Merch was right across from the front door. She was behind one of the tables and I waved. I was going to say hi after I was done with the chain but before I could she was literally running to me and threw her arms around me. I let the chain drop and hugged her back. We also took a picture together and she put her head on my shoulder. I was so surprised but also so happy. Her hair was so soft against my cheek.

In December I saw her at a Christmas party. I got her a danger days poster. It's her favorite album. When she opened it she said, oh my God! It's wonderful! I'm going to put it up in my room and then she hugged me. We took another picture with her head on my shoulder.

The band played a small show in January. She forgot the words to one of the songs and I sung it to her. She picked up where I left off and smiled at me.

I saw her last month (April) house parties was on their second tour and I went to see them. I gave her this letter I wrote that I was scared to give. Sometimes she doesn't like the way she looks. In the letter I told her everything I find attractive about her. She texted me a few days later and thanked me for it. I was so relieved.

Oh also, I made this new years post and tagged her because she was such a big part of my year. And she commented, love you anna!!! On it. At first I couldn't stop smiling and then I cried like a little bitch. I was so happy and overwhelmed with emotion I didn't know what to do with myself.

She's just such a sweet and caring person. She told me I never have to apologize for being myself. And she always takes time for me.

She has the cutest face, the most beautiful hair. She can let it be wavy or straighten it. It's amazing either way. Her eyes are a beautiful dull blue. She has the cutest nose and I love her laugh. She gives the best hugs. Her voice is beautiful too.

But am I going to tell her how I feel? Probably not. I don't wanna make things weird.

I apologize for typos, I'll fix it tomorrow if there is any.

[duskterrace]

✉️🥀

tw: long ass post. ✉️ : LETTERS TO SANTA

Raffa,

Heads up this is kinda lame, but I was told to be honest so this is me, being honest for once.I don’t really know how to start or end these, so I guess I'll start with a quote that I read lately that reminded me of you. “meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time knowing it would be my favorite.” This one stood out to me for a while, and I couldn't quite figure out why. Maybe I wasn't exactly sure how to do that. Because it would mean that I would have to be honest with myself about how I felt about you. Because it would mean that the second I am honest, I'll have to let those harbored feelings go. And I can admit…I didn't want to let them go. No one really wants to give up on a crush they’re harboring deep within themselves. Sometimes because they’re afraid a small piece of them will break off along with the person sized chunk they tore out of their chest. Other times because there's always that residual feeling of hope that one day, just maybe, if you try hard enough, that person will find space in their heart for you too. But that's not the case for us. For me, I mean. To give some back story ( excuse any typos because my hands are starting to get shaky hah ), I met you through Noa and Jaehyun so many times and thought you were just… so, so cool. At first it was awe, like when you finally find someone you can look up to. Someone to aspire to be like. It wasn’t love at first sight, in fact I didn't feel anything past platonic feelings. But then, that one…weird night when I was at my lowest ( mentally ), you came to the rooftop while I was up there doing my ‘pretty dorky’ studies on planets. We both knew you were searching for Noa and happened to stumble on me but, you being the nice person you were, noticed i wasn't in the best mood and you stuck around. I don’t know what that night did to me, but despite it being below 60 degrees… I was oddly warm talking to you that night. I, a person so….detrimentally afraid of falling…fell so hard in less than 3 hours and it shook me to my core. Achilles and the words he said to Patroclus had nothing on the things I wanted to say to you. And what…made me fall so hard, you might ask? You made a dumb fucking joke about the stars, and your smile just….messed me up from then on. The stars themselves couldn’t compare to it. And the rasp within your deep laugh was like the knife i twisted within myself, because i knew i was genuinely…fucked. I started looking forward to seeing you around. I started, despite knowing that this –that feelings– never usually end well for me, started looking forward to simple interactions between us after that. At first just noticing that weird flutter in the pit of my stomach when you’d pop up, to full blown waiting for my next fix of you as if I was addicted to the butterflies you gave me. I’d cherish those fleeting occasional texts, the “ hey’s ” or nods in the hallway and the random tiktok’s you sent about…fuck knows, but they made me laugh. I…fuck, this is beyond embarrasing. Why did it have to be you? I don’t know why my heart skipped a beat when it came to you, and i can’t lie, i tried to will and pray the feeling away. But, you were like that karma I wasn't ready for. Your name furiously etched itself into my heart in a way that no one else’s ever had and before I realized it, before I could erase it to save myself from the doom that was welcoming me, it was practically tattooed there.

Don't get me wrong … I’ve had my rib cage broken into and left empty countless times. So I know the routine by now. It’s very fond of me, so I almost welcome it. Fall, break my own heart before anyone else can, tell myself it is what it is, give up on feelings for a bit, hyper-focus on my studies, meet someone again, rinse and repeat. Over and over. And I did that with you. Twice. Broke my own heart to give it some relief from being painfully aware you wouldn't see you the same way I saw you. But you’d come back with that dumb smile again and – oh how fast i’d realize i was putty in your hands. At some point, i was almost 100% sure I was just infatuated. And I probably was. I hopefully was just simply pining for you for superficial reasons but… whenever I sat down to sketch to just clear my mind, the only face that came to mind was yours. The way the sun catches the slope of your cheek, the deep grooves of your jaw, the crook in your smile, the warm undertone in your skin, and the shapes your mouth makes when you're yelling to a friend from across the common room. On countless occasions, I closed my eyes to imagine the personification of beauty itself, expecting to see Aphrodite and the only image behind those veils of black that I created–– the only thing that ever comes up–– is you. You and the way your lips round out to pronounce my name, the rich color of your eyes when light is reflecting in them, and how shadows will literally bend to your frame like my will bends to accommodate yours. I know it probably sounds weird to hear ‘one of your boys’ tell you this ... so I feel like I have to mention that it's been months since that day and I do everything in my power to distance us so that these feelings fade on their own. But there are those days where everyones hanging out and I can't just avoid you, and there it is again, the idea that maybe one day. We could be something. Simply because you sat next to me. Simply because you asked about the stars again. When I'm with you…it's so fucking weird. I get homesick for arms that have never held me. Arms that honestly, probably definitely never wanted to. Sometimes i feel like this is the curse that comes with my power. Not feeling like I'm enough in either gender. Not being able to be permanently female when I need to be, nor permanently male when it's asked of me. But… I think what I hate most about it–– or really, what I hate about myself–– is that if I could choose who I was and I had a shot with you? I know I’d do it 10 times over for a single chance to have you look at me the way you do her. And that’s not healthy. My powers always manifest as however i feel and lately when i'm with you, by default, i’m always….female. Almost as if I'm teetering between wanting to be what you like and being heartbroken knowing these actions to make you want me won't be permanent. I know it won't happen, but I can't help but…hold out hope. Anyway i’m just fucking around and wasting your time huh? I’ve bottled these feelings long enough to know that wishing for you would only make one of us happy, so the one thing I really want for Christmas is to see your smile for as long as I can. That and to q u i c k l y get over you because jesus fuck, man, this pining thing isn't a good look. I’d like at least a pinch of dignity in 2024. Um…so yeah. I think the hardest thing I'll ever do is walk away despite still being head over heels for you. So, despite the fallen tears slipping down the back of my hands as I write this. Despite every bit of my soul wishing to hold onto you for just a moment longer– for just a single milli-second longer. I think this letter is me giving you up, officially. Maybe… in another universe, or in another lifetime, there's space for you and me, but it’s not this one. You aren’t mine. And I have to make peace with that. Also– Feliz Navidad, btw. Heh, Duolingo coming in clutch, once again huh?

Sincerely, Nasa Nerd.

[ this letter was left in drafts. ]

🥀 : 3AM DRUNK TEXT

( ✉️ ) SMS → PA RAFFA THE RAPPA

delivered / 03:25 am ✓ › you caillou built assh bitch where tf is my phone i saw yu take it???

delivered / 03:30 am ✓ › i hope a roach crawls across yur forehead tonitghte 😒

delivered / 03:40 am ✓ › nvm i founfded it. my bad.

[i-am-literally-deranged]

I need to make it very clear that while I make jokes at Hitori's expense, I do so with love, and I actually completely genuinely believe that Hitori is a good man. No qualifying statements needed. He just IS a good man. I have written essays in his defense, and I will write more.

But he's also a good guy who is very fun to make jokes about him being our little gun toting murder man, so I AM going to joke about all that killing that he is(n't actually) doing

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

My Submas Fics: Masterpost

I know a lot of you are here for the fics so I'll make it easy for you. Please let me know if any links break or if you find any typos or anything anywhere! I am happy to fix them

All my fics are also cross-posted to AO3!

All of these are fluff with happy endings and NONE ARE FOR BLANKSHIPPERS. BLANKSHIPPERS DNI. THAT SHITS GROSS

*pokemon legends arceus spoilers

In Which They Needed Cosmic Help* - completed

Word Count: 24,000

Chapters: 19

CWs: blood, grief

Summary: Ingo never really knew what to do at parties. This was an important celebration, the Pokedex had just been completed, after all. The Gods were conquered. He didn't expect a sudden appearance of a familiar face because of an almighty deity, though. Or the things that came after.

Twinkle, Twinkle - completed

Word Count: 2,200

Chapters: 1

CWs: hypothermia

Summary: Emmet was just confused. What had that Pokemon been? And why was he in the middle of a blizzard now? Is Ingo here?

Happy Birthday, Emmet - completed

Word Count: 1,900

Chapters: 1

CWs: blood mention

Summary: Emmet had hated that phrase, those two words, ever since Ingo had left. This year, though, it seems he might have a great present.

Surprise Passenger - completed

Word Count: 1,100

Chapters: 1

CWs: blood mention

Summary: A normal day in the Subway goes awry.

Ingo Jojo's His Own Funeral - completed

Word Count: 2,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: panic attack

Summary: Ingo's back, and Emmet needs help. He knows what to do.

Traitors in Our Midst *- completed

Word Count: 10,200

Chapters: 7

CWs: violence, blood, injury, panic attack

Summary: This was the last straw. That damned man had gone too far this time, and everyone knew it. Ingo was pissed. He wasn't going to let this go easily, for Akari's sake or his.

Little Trains - completed

Word Count: 2,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: none

Summary: Ingo and Emmet are going to visit Uncle Drayden with their mom! But it's really far. How will they get all the way to Opelucid City?

Lost In Time... Again* - completed

Word Count: 13,500

Chapters: 4

CWs: blood, violence

Summary: Akari went through the portal on accident. Now she's in a weird tunnel and it feels wrong. Wait, is that Ingo? No, but he looks a lot like him. Emmet heard about a weird Pokemon in the subway tunnels. While investigating, he sees a girl that confuses her for his brother, which made sense as they were identical - except that he disappeared six years ago.

Submas Sickfic - completed

Word Count: 3,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: illness

Summary: Ingo noticed something was off with Emmet that morning before work. He should have known the issue, really.

Wordplay - completed

Word Count: 5,700

Chapters: 2

CWs: panic attacks, grief, mentions of blood

Summary: Ingo knows that phrase, "I am _____." It's so familiar to him. It starts with an EEEE sound. He should remember this and he knows it...

Emmet's Adventures in Babysitting* - completed

Word Count: 24,000

Chapters: 11

CWs: graphic panic attack, disordered eating

Summary: It was the two year anniversary of Ingo's disappearance when the police determined the missing persons case went cold. Nimbasa was going to have a funeral for his brother who very well may not have been dead. Emmet couldn't take it. He decided to travel the regions himself to search for his brother - and ends up with some companions he had not bargained for.

Emmet Gets Verrry Lost - completed

Word Count: 1,900

Chapters: 1

CWs: hypothermia, concussion, cursing

Summary: Emmet looked around. How had he gotten out here? This was weird.

Extended Family - completed

Word Count: 6,300

Chapters: 5

CWs: graphic violence, blood, panic

Summary: Emmet went to introduce himself, but one of the time travelers looked at him funny. "Ingo?" That was all it took for Emmet's world to turn on its axis.

Reconnecting the Lines* - completed

Word Count: 9,000

Chapters: 5

CWs: none

Summary: Emmet saw things when he slept last night. Things he could not understand. Despite his confusion, there was one verrrry logical conclusion to this dream. Ingo was alive.

Schoolyard Bullies - completed

Word Count: 1,600

Chapters: 1

CWs: bullying, crying, mild violence

Summary: Ingo and Emmet had never been what someone would consider ‘popular kids’. In fact, their schoolyard days were verrry rough.

Ingo's Jacked Now - inspired by this meme I made

Word Count: 1,200

Chapters: 1

CWs: swearing

Summary: Emmet and Ingo visit Chargestone Cave after his reappearance and Emmet realizes some things about his brother.

Language Barriers - completed

Word Count: 5,000

Chapters: 2

CWs: none

Summary: Ingo was not from Hisui. As such, he had been taught the language by someone who spoke both.

Thrown Home Again* - completed (art of Ingo by me)

Word Count: 40,000

Chapters: 9

CWs: character death, grief, past injury, mild body horror, blood mention

Summary: Ingo woke and followed Sneasler, as she wished him too. Until a space-time rift dragged him through an odd world, its ruler saying it was returning him to his rightful place. Will he remember his past self?

Surprise Adoption* - completes

Word Count: 25,000

Chapters: 11

CWs: grief, ghosts

Summary: Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms as he considered his options. He made up his mind right then and there. As her self-appointed uncle, she could stay with him and Emmet as long as she needed.

The Diary of Warden Ingo *- completed

Word Count: 38,700

Chapters: 5

CWs: eating problems, panic, anxiety, vomiting and blood mention

Summary: My name is Ingo. This is all I remember. I was given this book in order to collect my thoughts and organize my time in Hisui. Hopefully using this, I can regain some memories.

How Elesa Girlbossed Her Brother Back *- completed

Word Count: 4,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: eating disorder, grief

Summary: Elesa has two surrogate brothers. One disappeared and the other lost his ideals. She found the first, who had lost his truth. She never let something like that stop her before.

Meet Burger - completed

Word Count: 1,200

Chapters: 1

CWs: birth defects (while Pokemon breeding)

Summary: Emmet, while trying to breed for the perfect Galvantula, runs into something all Pokemon breeders eventually experience.

Gossip* - completed

Word Count: 1,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: swearing

Summary: The other Subway Boss reappeared and he's a little...weird. (POV of unnamed Depot Agent)

Rusted Wheels - completed

Word Count: 2,500

Chapters: 1

CWs: none

Summary: Ingo has been home for a month and is settling in well. He still remains worried about Emmet.

Wounded Renegade* - completed

Word Count: 16,000

Chapters: 6

CWs: thoughts of suicide, self-destruction

Summary: Giratina had lost. It was wounded and alone. What was it supposed to do now?

The Sound of Silence - completed

Word Count: 3,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: panic attack

Summary: That sound had to be incorrect. Emmet removed his hearing aid, waiting for the confirmation yet again, only to find something he had not expected.

You Don't Have To Do That - completed

Word Count: 1,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: masking

Summary: Ingo was acting verrry not Ingo. Emmet needs to remind him how to act like Ingo again.

Wye Junction* - in progress

Word Count: 16,000 (so far)

Chapters: 7/?

CWs: grief, panic attacks

Summary: Emmet goes about his daily business as Electrode's Warden. Ingo refuses to give up on his missing caboose.

Emmet Meets Archen - completed

Word Count: 2,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: mentions of blood

Summary: Ingo and Emmet are playing when Emmet trips on a weird rock. Wait, is this a fossil? Could they revive it?

Subway Boss Jenny - completed

Word Count: 3,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: death of parent, grief, blood mention, graphic death

Summary: The twins have very fond memories of their mother

Close Call - completed

Word Count: 6,000

Chapters: 2

CWs: graphic violence, stabbing, injury, blood, hospitals

Summary: It was just a normal night. Then again, anyone living in Unova needs to prepare for unexpected happenings, especially if you work in public transit.

Close Call 2.0: Electric Boogaloo - completed

Word Count: 4,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: graphic violence, stabbing, knives, injury, body horror, gore, blood, hospitals, overstimulation, panic attack, I do not hold back with this one, its essentially the first Close Calls with more blood and gore, please do not read if you're squeamish

Summary: Ingo got a lil hurt by someone. Emmet loses his mind. (Hurt/comfort, everything turns out alright in the end)

Never Far Behind - completed (collab with @pixelchaos00)

Word Count: 2,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: graphic violence, stabbing, knives, injury, mild body horror, blood, revenge fic

Summary: Emmet was abandoned, alone. Ingo found him - and was not going to allow this to slide.

Scrapyard - completed

Word Count: 2,000

Chapters: 1

CWs: mild violence

Summary: Ingo took out the trash every night as long as Emmet did the dishes. One day, he met a new friend in his dumpster.

Elevated Railways* - completed

Word Count: 72,000 (longest)

Chapters: 28

CWs: disordered eating, mentions of blood, hinted minor character death, angst, mild violence

Summary: Ingo has been in Hisui for two years when two children fall from the sky - with wings like his. Did they come from the same place he did?

Casting Pearls Before Time - in progress

Word Count: 9,000

CWs: none

Summary: Six months after his reappearance, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he knows. Issue is, he can't remember anything before being found in Sinnoh by the rescue team.

A Father's Resolve - in progress

Word Count: 7,000

CWs: none

Summary: Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

[satans-left-asscheeky]

I might need a follow up to Self Destructively Selfless Vampire Sole and Hancock honestly his response got me shook

Thanks for the ask! I know now reading this back you wanted an after the fact comfort type of drabble, but I must've misread it my first time around so I made a whole drabble about before, leading up to and after a vampire sole feeding on Hancock thats super angsty... Sorry. If you want me to write a follow up- follow up post just let me know. 🤷🤷🤷

To keep things as simple as possible (and also because I'm complete ass at dialog) I have Hancock's dialog in red and Soles dialog in blue. Also this is my first attempt at writing anything like this so if it's not perfect, or completely sucks that's why (I know the pacing is weird lmao. Hopefullyill get better at that as time goes on). Please excuse the shitty grammar too I tried my best to fix all the typos I could find, but I'm sure there's still more I didn't catch so bare with me.

Also everything under the cut is entirely SFW as in not 18+ explicit, but

TW: Slight drug use, talk of death, slight self inflicted violence, distorted thinking and over all dark themes.

Him and Sole had been running another damn settlement errand for Preston when he noticed them looking a little unwell. They had been going all day without a single break and it was now the middle of the fucking night. He'd assumed it was the walking without stop for a whole week, or the exhaustion that made them look so sickly, and if it wasn't that then it was the infrequent food and water breaks that caused their cheeks to look especially hollow and their color to turn an ashy shade of grey. Come to think of it the last time he'd seen someone look that sickly was when his pa took him and his jack ass brother out fishing... he'd laughed at Mcdonough then, as he was spilling his lunch into the water, but they weren't his jack ass brother, they were Sole. He knew now that he saw them as a whole hell of a lot more than a friend... well he could admit it now at least. Truth be told he'd been enamored with them ever since they had walked into goodneighbor. Truth be told he'd been looking for any excuse he could find to take off with them, and when they straight up asked him to tag along with them, it was almost enough to make John believe in fate again. Almost. They still kept him at arms length, like they were scared to let him close. He didn't really blame them, he knew what he looked like, but still it cut deep in ways he didn't think he could hurt anymore.

He'd continued to walk beside them offering them a few chems to pass the time and help with their sudden illnes. His whole face would light up a little upon their acceptance, as he reached into his pocket for some med-x. Not his usual fix, but with the way they looked he figured they could use some and who was Hancock if not accommodating. They'd promptly roll up their sleeves for him to inject them casually falling into the same song and dance they'd been doing for months now. He liked how they never asked him for chems, but they never shyed away from the either. Most people only got close to him to get their fix, and he could tell that for them it was just an added perk of bringing him along. After peircing their pretty smooth skin in the ivory moonlight he'd kiss just under the spot he stabbed previously. Duality ya know?

"Always such a gentleman" they teased.

"You don't know the half" he winked suggestively. which made them roll their eyes hard and turn on their heels. He'd pull the jet container from his pocket and take a deep drag watching the way the moonlight hit their hair and made their eyes twinkle. Even in the darkness they seemed to have this sparkle about them... okay so maybe he had it bad, but they didn't have to know that. Not yet anyway.

The night sky twinkled above them. The stars and moon were the only thing illuminating their path. The rest of the hour was filled with the comfortable silence of the night as they moved closer to the spot Preston marked on their map. That's what he loved about sole he never had to force conversation because the silence was never awkward. Yet he also never had to stay silent because they were the easiest person to talk to in the commonwealth. He thinks thats why he fell for them... Because of how comfortable they made him feel. Sure he'd had plenty of hot and heavy relationships where his partner had him always on his toes, always waiting for the thrill of what came next, but with sole it was different. Sole made him feel safe, possibly for the first time in his life... and thats what scared him. Because he's not sure what he'd do to keep that safety. To keep them. He'd become addicted to them worse than any chem and the withdrawal would break him. He knew that, but like usual the high came before the low, and besides that'll be future him's mess to clean. For now he was gonna live in the moment and relish every damn second.

These thoughts continued to plague his thoughts as they moved closer to the settlement, costal cottage Preston had called it, he noticed Sole looking more and more weary. He again brushed it off, because if something was wrong they'd tell him right? Maybe it was just the jet playing tricks on him again. They're probably just tired or something, right?

As more time elapsed and they approached costal cottage Hancock immediately knew something was wrong with sole. Very wrong. Their breath was labored and they now had one hand wrapped around their torso and were struggling to walk straight. How could he have let it get this bad? He didn't know exactly what was going on, but one way or another it was his fault for not realizing how bad it was earlier. It was his fault for being to caught up in his own head to pull it out of his ass for a second and realize what was going on. He looked around the open terrain in an attempt to find shelter, thought the darkness really wasn't helping... he could just barely make out a completely destroyed house farthest from them, but thankfully nearest was a decent looking shed. Perfect. He wrapped his arms around their waist and silently began pulling them towards it. Dammit, he hated himself for letting it get to this point, but there would be plenty of time to beat himself up about it once he got to the bottom of it.

As he made his way over to the shed sole in his arms he heard the sound that could only be mirelukrks popping up out of the ground. Dammit this day really couldn't get any worse. Instead he opted to pick sole up beneath the legs and rush them bridal style into the shed. Quickly diving into their waistband he retrieved the small pistol they kept there and placed into their limp hands. Shit they looked really bad. This was the worse damn time for this...

"I'll be right back if anything happens yell okay?" he said standing and turning on his heels quickly dashing back outside

"Hey! You crabby fucks come and get me!" he yelled violently into the darkness leading the lurks away from the shed. He could hear their legs hitting the ground, and their claws preemptively snapping at him more than he could see them. He ran as fast as he could, shotgun already in hand, he begun taking his aim. He shot at them one by one making sure the each got a taste of how pissed he was. Truth be told he probably did need something to shoot just then...

once they were dealt with he ran back over to Sole's limp figure frantically. He dropped to his knees and began assessing the damage. There were no visible wounds somehow. How could that even be possible? The way they fell to the ground... they were clearly severely ill... which meant it was probably something more underlying and serious. Shit.

"Hancock...." He jumped at the sound of their voice. Got it was good to hear them, but damn did they sound weak.

"It's okay sole, it's gonna be okay. let's get outta here..." He began to position his hands under their legs preparing to carry them bridal style yet again to get them out of here and to help.

"No!" they grabbed his arm once again rendering him stunned "We can't john"

"You're hurt we need help! Hold still."

"John stop! Listen to me!" They yelled causing him to stop his attempt to pick them up.

"John... I've been meaning to tell you... I really have it's just... the timing was never right and-" he sat silently waiting for them to finish confused as to what they could even possible be about to tell him

"I-I'm.... Im a vampire..." They finished softy. Well he definitely wasn't expecting that. Their face was unreadable and their overall tone was very emotionless and empty sounding. Anger boiled into his brain. Seriously they were fucking with him at a time like this?

"Are you kidding me? Im a funny guy, but nows not the time for jokes sole!" How could they be joking when they were in such pain!? he was scared and they were trying to prank him? Seriously? What was their problem? He looked a way for a second trying to gain composure of himself.

"John...." They grabbed his face on either side forcing him to make eye contact "I'm not joking...." the sincerity in their voice and eyes caught him off guard... christ they really weren't joking... but how? Nevermind that he could ask all the questions he wanted once they were okay.

"Listen sunshine you're still not exactly tellin me what's wrong here..." He can't believe he's actually buying this bullshit! if this turns out to be an elaborate prank he's gonna be so pissed

"I- I haven't fed in a while... like a long while... I'd been avoiding it- I don't like hurting people, and now I'm sick like really sick... and I'm not sure how long I've got... and I-" He kept waiting for them to say they were kidding or gave any indication that they were making this all up, but when no such sign ever came the dark reality of it began to settle in. They were sick. Dying even. His Sole. Hurt. But all they needed was blood right? He could give them that. He'd happily give them that

"So that's all you need? Blood? Well shit sunshine, you should've just said something" He said already rolling up his sleeve

"No!" They screamed pushing him backwards not enough to make him fall, but enough to make him loose his balance "I don't want to hurt you." They said their voice sounding small and defeated.

"I'll be alright sunshine, I've had plenty worse. Trust me" he said regaining his balance and opting to lean against the wall and sit beside them this time.

"You don't understand!!!" They said tears swelling in their eyes as their lips began to quiver

"Then help me to..."

"I could drain you Hancock! I could hurt you!" they wailed the tears that had been threatening to spill earlier finally cascading down their face. they turned away frantically trying to wipe their tears

"But you won't." he said resting his hand on their damp chin bringing their eyes to his again

"No I won't do it Hancock! I won't hurt you. I'd rather die than hurt you!" They said again pushing him away. The previous anger came back to Hancock rapidly, composure failing miserably. Like hell he was gonna sit here on his ass and watch them die! Fat chance. Not after diamond city. Not again, never again. He was thinking of someway to gently say that when they tried to get up and fell hard against the old wall. That's what set him over the edge

"Let me fucking help you sole! Let me make this better! I can't sit here and watch you die is that what you'd have me do huh?" Their head whipped around their features clearly displaying their shock. The shock only lasted for a second however because then their nostrils flared in anger.

"What do you want me to do!? Hurt you!? I'd rather fukcing die Hancock and if that makes you hate me at least that's something you get to live with!" Usually he loved their fire, hell it was what drew him to them in the first place, but right now, while it was directed at him all he could see was red.

"Don't you dare act like you're doing me a favor in hurtin' yourself! I told you what not being able to save the ghouls in diamond city did to me, and I didn't even know half of them! What do you think losing you is gonna do huh? Do you think I'll just be able to move on? I seriously thought you knew me better than that...." Hancock was seldom a screamer when he argues, but his words carried more than a little bite in them. He'd be shaking from head to toe with anger. He was so pissed that they were wasting time arguing when they could be fine in a matter of seconds. He doesn't get how they don't understand that they are way more important to him then he could ever be to himself! He'd had enough of this opting to take the quicker more painless route he took his knife out from around his waist and brought it to his wrist. Not like he enjoyed the pain, but for sole? He'd do anything to make sure they were okay.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sole screeched in horror as the crimson fluid already began leaking from the wound. That's when he realized how fucked up the whole ordeal probably looked right now..Yeah it hurt, but he hadn't be thinking about the pain... kinda like how he wasn't gonna think about how messed up this was right now. He just can't think about that right now its already been done. On an impulse on a whim even....but again not thinking about that...Just like how he wasn't gonna think about how far away from any real doctors they were, or how if something went wrong he was essentially screwed. Nope all he could allow himself to think of was sole. They'd be okay. That's all that matters.

"Making sure you stay alive" he said shoving his wounded wrist into their face. At first they resisted fighting his arm away, but finally they gave in and he felt them bite down against his forearm. God that hurt. In that moment he knew that weren't joking about the whole vampire thing because God those fangs hurt....Yeah this wasn't the best idea he's ever had. He'll admit it... but hey love makes you do crazy things.....He began to feel dizzy.. his head felt way to fuzzy right now too and the already dark sky was going even blacker at the edges. He was fighting to stay conscious... fighting to stay with sole... to make sure they were alright. After what felt like an eternity he felt their fangs leave his skin and met their teary eyes.

"That's it sole.... I'm-...I'm Glad you finally came to your senses.... I'm not sure what I would've done if you hadn't...."

The last sentence was barely a whisper on his scared lips... as the lure of sleep washed over him. Truth be told he knew what he would've done with out them, that's what scared him. He makes a lot of jokes about going feral, or being a monster, but he fears what would've happened if he spiraled into that darkness. Although truth be told he only ever truly was a monster to himself, but cognitive thoughts and logic rarely make there way into the deep fears that inhabitant his inner psyche.

When he eventually did wake up he was in an entirely unfamiliar bed. His body protested as he tried to sit up so instead he flopped back down unceremoniously onto the lumpy mattress beneath him. He rubbed his eyes a few times desperately trying to take in his surroundings. If he was dead he definitely wasn't in any sort of heaven or paradise.... surprising absolutely no one, he knows. The smell of wet ghoul hit his nose. God there really is no smell quite as pungent. That's when he realized where he was, he recognized this lumpy mattress it was the one he had help sole drag in here a few weeks prior. He was at the Slog! it was then he caught a glimpse of Soles body sitting in a chair near his bed reading some book. So they were here. more importantly they were safe. Good.

"Hey there sunshine.... ya miss me?" he called out effectively startling them into dropping their book.

"John! I'm so glad your okay!" They rushed to his side and grabbed one of his hands.

"So you wanna tell me what the hell happened back there?" he said wasting no time to cut to the chace

"I-" they started avoiding eye contact and slouching in on themselves as they promptly released his hand bring it instead to the space on their nose right between their eyes and pinching gently theor brows furrowed "I really had been meaning to tell you John... I swear. It's just I... I didn't know how you would take it... and I.... I was scared you would hate me... and then it all just happened so fast, and god I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you John, but I understand if you think it's better if we go our separate ways" John's heart leaped out of his chest at the last words. Their expression was uncharacteristicly somber and that scared him. Were they really gonna leave him!? He didn't want them to! Especially not over some silly little mistake

"Separate ways!? Over a flesh wound? Don't flatter yourself sunshine I've had worse." They shook their head clearly exasperated with the topic. Tears of what John assumed to be frustration rolling down their cheeks

"John you're not understanding... I Hurt you. I could have killed you. I barely didn't.... I can't risk losing you. Not like that." Oh. That's what it is... they're also scared to lose him. Was it for the same reason he was, He wondered? Nows definitely not the time he corrected his stupid love drunk brain.

"People die every day out here... I shouldn't have to tell you that, and besides I knew you wouldn't hurt me... I told you that didn't I?" They met his gaze. Their hurt eyes continued streaming tears down their pretty face as they shook their head yet again. This time more assertively than before.

"John I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you being okay with this! I'm a monster! I have to hurt people just to survive. I-... I have nothing to offer you. You'd be better off acting like we never met." The finished turning their face away from his as they tried desperately to wipe their tears

"But we did Sole, and I wouldn't have any it other way. Everything I do is dangerous, hell I took a damn drug just because I couldn't stand looking at myself! You're not gonna hurt me sunshine okay? Not any worse then I've hirt myself... what about blood bags have you tried those?" He asked frantically trying to make some headway in this seemingly pointless argument...and to avoid the topic of his own self destructive behaviors because by god now was not the time for a lecture. He loved them, but sometimes they could be so stubborn it was like arguing with a brick wall

"Their expensive John... and rare.. I can't rely on something that I may or may not be able to scrounge out of an old medical cellar."

"That's what you got me for. I'll order a shipment for goodneighbor as soon as we get back. Listen you hauled my ass back here when you could've just dipped and left me there to rot. You did that because you're a good person sole."

"I really wish I could belive that... you should rest... we'll talk more later" they said picking up his hand again and holding it against their cheek.

"Then stick around... I'll just have to teach ya how great you really are sunshine" he said motioning to the other side of the bed. They slowly crawled in beside him and nuzzled their tear soaked eyes into the side of his arm. He instead decided to throw the arm around them and kiss the top of their forehead surprisingly innocently for himself with his scared lips. They stayed like that for a while just basking in eachothers presence until Hancock finally drifted off to sleep again with them in his arms. Things were hardly perfect, or even really fixed between them but it was a start and that's more than Hancock had ever dreamed of having.

[yesttoheaven]

THE GREAT MAGIC

pairing – loki x female!reader

wc – 3.915

warnings – language, major spoilers from LOKI episode two

a/n – the inspiration to write this fanfic came from HERE. I'm posting this and running to go watch episode four, bye!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

He's dangerous. She knows. He has a silver tongue. She knows. He was born to cause pain, suffering, and death. She knows too.

The God of Mischief was known for being neither fully good nor evil since his main aim was always to create chaos, but what intrigued her was to see someone as powerful as he trying to hit the lovely Miss Minutes with a magazine.

"Oh, that was rude even for someone like you." Her lips curved into a smile as she stopped beside the chair Loki was sitting on.

Exhaling, he thought he had managed to get rid of the creature, but with Y/N's presence, the stupid clock returned to the desk.

"Hi Y/N! It's good to see you."

"I say the same, Miss Minutes."

Loki didn't understand how she could be so kind to everyone – including him. And even Casey. In one of her conversations in the corridors of TVA, she didn't like to hear that Loki had threatened the poor man, but he was more interested in her knowing what a fish is. Maybe Y/N wasn't as stupid as the rest of the people in this place.

"So Loki... How's it going?" She questioned, splitting her gaze between him and the messy desk. If he's going to help capture this Variant, the first step is to find out how things work at TVA.

The God was choosing his words wisely, but the holographic orange creature took his place:

"I think he didn't read all the files..."

"I saw the videos. Well, as many as I could stand. I'm sure Y/N finds the propaganda boring too." Lazily, Loki stretched his legs across the desk and his shoes moved towards Miss Minutes, but she quickly jumped and went back into the system, repeating the same words:

"That is not nice! Jerk."

He rolled his eyes, not understanding what he did wrong to deserve such punishment. Okay, maybe he knew, but the soft sound of Y/N's laugh seemed more worthy of his attention.

"Well I came here just to check on you..." She touched his shoulder, and feeling his body tense under her fingers, Y/N quickly withdrew her hand, not wanting to be inconvenient. Loki narrowed his eyes in her direction, not in a threatening way, he was just curious. Something about this woman intrigued him. He even tried to make a list of all her faults, because he knew that no one good is ever truly good, but who is he trying to fool? The only flaw Loki found in Y/N was her over-kindness. That would probably be her downfall one day. "I need to go. I have a lot of work waiting for me at my desk."

"I'm done here, maybe I can help you..." The God said with a beautiful smile gracing his face. He would be considered crazy if he agreed to spend a few more hours with that orange clock.

"That won't be necessary. My job is pretty tedious, I write reports."

Loki's eyes sparkled, but he fixed it, trying not to reveal his real intentions. It was easy for him to see that Y/N occupies an important position within TVA and that means her office is the perfect place for him to find all the answers he needs.

"I get it." He dragged his chair back and stood up, running his fingers along his tie, before his eyes met hers. "Looking for this Variant should be exhausting. The reflection of this is Mobius. This man is like a robot, he has no sense of humor and everything he says is... boring! I don't want the same to happen to you, so I declare today your lucky day. The solution to your problems is right here."

"And this solution would be...?"

"Isn't that obvious?" With a smug smile, the God broke the distance between their bodies and tucked a strand of Y/N's hair behind her ear. She felt her heart race as the blood heated her cheeks. "This Variant is an inferior version of the one and only Loki Laufeyson. I am the solution to your problems, Y/N. I can help you with the reports."

She suddenly started laughing, ruining the moment. The man was handsome, that's a fact, but it would take more than that to fool Y/N, and Loki wondered why she couldn't be like that flight attendant? Y/N was supposed to be wrapped around his finger, giving him all the files and information about this damn place, but she's just laughing and that's definitely not funny.

"Sometimes I forget you don't know how to have a normal conversation without these gears turning in your brain to get some advantage." She admitted, studying his face minutely. His kindness is always accompanied by a second and third intention. "You won't use me in your manipulation games. Get it out of your head, Loki." After those words, she left him in the company of the only person he cares about. Himself.

Since the day Loki was brought to TVA, Agent Mobius warned Y/N about the God's behavior, but once again those warnings easily disappeared the instant Loki began to explain his theory using Ragnarok. Mobius missed his salad and the chance to have a leisurely lunch, but the excitement in Loki's eyes was definitely the cherry on top.

When he was yelling, releasing his horned friends and throwing vegetables in the air, Y/N considered the scene comical, but she had work to do. Discreetly, she waved her hand gently, ensuring these poor souls made a smooth passage into the afterlife. Nobody noticed, except Mobius.

Satisfied that he was creating a bit of a fuss, Loki threw up his arms, showing the village in perfect chaos as Mother Nature did her part, but his smile faltered as he saw the sadness on Y/N's face. This doesn't make sense. These people were going to die anyway. Isn't that what the Sacred Timeline wants? Nobody can change these events.

That was the first time Loki realized that maybe Y/N didn't agree with all the TVA terms. And that mistrust intensified in the middle of a conversation with Mobius.

"So everything is written. Past, present, future. There's no such thing as free will." He concluded, looking directly at the man sitting across from him, before shifting his attention to Y/N. She was with her arms crossed on the table and lost in her own thoughts as the words were on the tip of her tongue, ready to come out, but she composed herself and let Mobius speak:

"Well, I mean, you know, it's an oversimplification."

Having enough about that, Y/N stood up abruptly and left the two men alone. Loki wasn't expecting this reaction. This was even better than he had imagined, but a part inside him wanted to hear everything she was keeping under lock and key. He wanted to understand.

"She probably needs to go to the bathroom."

Rolling his eyes at the miserable excuse Mobius was making up, Loki got up to go after her, but the agent grabbed his wrist, questioning:

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Looks like you have a broken piece inside the TVA." He replied, showing one of his characteristic smiles and Mobius definitely didn't like that.

Despite his silver tongue, Loki was right – and it felt great. Without him, it was hard to believe that these idiots would have been able to discover the location of the Variant and here he is outside Judge Ravonna Renslayer's office, waiting impatiently for Mobius when Y/N walked through the door, interrupting her steps to find him sitting on the wooden bench.

"After what you did, Mobius gave you a second chance. You won his heart. I'm impressed."

"He needs me." He shrugged his shoulders, smiling. "But this is my last chance."

"Fair."

Silence fell like a pouring rain between them and Loki looked around, confirming that they were far from everyone's prying eyes. There's no one to put words in Y/N's mouth. There's no one to drag him to the other side, ensuring he stays away from her. This is the moment.

"You didn't write those reports." At that unexpected statement, a bitter laugh cut into her throat, but the nervousness in her body showed that he'd hit the right spot.

"TVA has been around for a long time. I'm not the first person in the job, so assuming I'm responsible for all the files is stupid and..."

"Stop the nonsense! I know you're lying to me." Losing his patience, Loki left the bench and approached her. "I have two explanations. A) Are you just an idiot like everyone around here or B) Your beautiful, bright doe eyes never saw those papers, because if you had, you would have noticed."

"You're betting big on me, huh?" Y/N said, a small smile playing on her lips as she walked away from the God of Mischief and his suspicions. "I should have paid more attention, but I failed. That's all. Therefore, alternative 'A' is correct."

"Don't expect me to believe this when your teammate doesn't know what a fish is! People here live in a bubble, but you... you know this world." He thought her purity was due to the fact that she didn't know the world as it really is, but now Loki can see exactly the opposite. Even knowing all the problems, she believes in goodness, as if one day the world could be a better place for everyone. It's a distant dream, the world would never be a heaven, but it's captivating nonetheless. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

"Knowing your name is supposedly not the same as knowing who you are." Overcoming all the signs, Loki broke the distance that separated him from Y/N and when she found herself trapped between the wall and the God's slender body, he started to speak again, this time lower: "I'll just ask one more time... Who are you?"

"Back off. Now."

"What? You don't like it? I'm curious to see what you can do to me if I don't obey your orders..." He smiled as he realized that her fists were clenched and her breath caught in her throat.

"I know what you are doing..."

"Good."

Loki is pushing all the buttons, putting her in a helpless position for the tiger to come out of the cage and show all its strength. This is the only way to prove his point.

"I have nothing to offer. I'm just like those humans you killed on Earth. I'm not valuable to your plans, Loki!" Those words tore at her skin like sharp knives. This is far from true. Y/N isn't human. Ironically she has a glorious purpose, but now she's trapped in the TVA... just like him.

Lost in the depths of her eyes, Loki saw a prisoner soul; someone who needs help. He didn't understand why he was doing this – he always liked to be right – but he just backed off, giving her some space. Without the God of Mischief blocking her path, Y/N crossed the break room as fast as she could and the moment she reached the empty hallway, her body slammed against the wall with a dull thud. Squeezing the wrist covered by the fabric of her beige coat, she closed her eyes and tried to organize her conflicting thoughts, but her attempts were interrupted by him.

"I may be being inconvenient, I know, but... If you want you can talk to me."

This can only be a joke.

"Talk to you? You are the God of Mischief, that would be stupid!"

"Probably, but during your stay in this place, how many people want to hear what you have to say?" Biting her bottom lip, she looked at him, considering his words. Loki was the last person in the world she had ever imagined sharing this with, but why did he have to be so convincing?

"I don't agree with them, but working with- working for them was the deal I got." Y/N exhaled, her shoulders dropping at the end of the confession, and Loki wondered just how much weight she'd felt holding those words inside her.

"You said 'deal'... So you're a Variant?"

"No. I'm unique."

"That's something a Variant would certainly say." He crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a suspicious look, but at the same time he felt satisfied with the smile that appeared on her face. Before Loki could put into words his doubts about the mysterious woman in front of him, Mobius appeared in the hallway ready to tell them his progress with Judge Ravonna. Apparently they only had a few minutes to do the briefing and then the next stop would be a hurricane.

•••

The state of Alabama was unrecognizable. The sun was replaced by an overwhelming storm and the strong gusts of wind became an issue for Y/N to keep her eyes focused on her surroundings. Tracing hurried steps towards the Roxxcon company market, her body collided with another TVA agent along the way, but when she lifted her head, she didn't find one of her teammates.

"Is everything okay?" The God asked a little louder than usual so she could hear his words through the storm. With her brows furrowed in confusion, she took a few minutes to finally reply:

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just feel like the wind is going to take my feet off the ground at any moment."

"So let's make sure that doesn't happen." A short laugh escaped his thin lips and he touched Y/N's arm, guiding her into the Roxxcart.

After their conversation outside Judge Ravonna's office, Loki didn't bring it up again. Y/N thought if he knew there was a loose end between her and the TVA, he would quickly use it for his own benefit, but time is ticking and no suspicious movement was detected. Maybe this sudden kindness is the first step, or when she said she was like all the humans he killed, Loki finally understands that she is insignificant and unable to help him in this plan. It would be great. Her problems don't need an extra.

After crossing the automatic supermarket doors, Y/N shook her head and ran her hands through her hair to remove the excess water that had accumulated. They were out of the storm, but they're all wet to the bone. A green light flashed on her side, but Y/N was too busy in her wet clothes to pay attention, it must have just been some team equipment, but when the same light shone around her body, the first person she encountered was Loki, again. He was perfectly dry and at the same moment Y/N realized she wasn't cold anymore. Touching her own clothes, now completely dry, she migrated her attention back to the God of Mischief.

"Oh... Thanks." She said in a whisper, sending him a shy but sincere smile. When Loki opened his mouth to respond, Hunter B-15, who had witnessed the entire scene, asked first:

"What the hell was that?"

Rolling his eyes, he turned to her and explained:

"That was me, using magic to dry my clothes and Y/N's. So we don't announce ourselves with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you."

Y/N found it more appropriate to keep the laugh in the back of her throat and after a little discussion about "trust", she remained at Mobius' side, while Loki would be escorted by Hunter B-15. She's one of the best agents on TVA, so Y/N didn't worry about that.

With the teams separated, they started the search for the Variant, but what they found on the other side of the market appeared to be just a common sight for trained TVA agents. Y/N felt her heart ache to see people completely desperate trying to protect themselves from the hurricane, but anger bubbled in her blood when Hunter B-90 acted quite hostile towards a frightened man. Mobius had to intervene, but that wasn't enough. All these people want is a chance to survive and Y/N can give them that. No helicopter would be able to fly in the middle of this storm, but with a bit of magic, the hurricane couldn't damage the structure of the Roxxcart. Everything could be so different.

As soon as Mobius' eyes landed on Y/N, he realized what she was trying to do, even though she wasn't aware of her own actions. He knows enough about her to be sure that, without the bracelet hidden under her coat sleeve, Y/N has the power to stop the hurricane from destroying the city.

"Come with me. You need some fresh air." Holding her arm, Mobius led her away from this mess and when they were alone in one of the market sessions, Y/N reached her limit.

"No! The only thing I need to do now is save these people from death!" She yelled at him, not loud enough for her voice to echo, but loud enough for Mobius to take a step back.

The man sighed deeply, his lips forming an expressionless line, but he understood her. Mobius didn't like to waste his time thinking about it, he just accepted what it is, but since the day he'd met Y/N and discovered the extraordinary things she was capable of, it had been hard for him to just ignore the questions that suddenly popped into his head.

"Go check on Hunter B-15 and Loki for me." He said, locking his thoughts in a drawer and in the same instant, the hope disappeared from Y/N's eyes.

She wanted to scream and take the man out of her way with her bare hands if it meant she could save those people, but she wouldn't do it in the name of the respect she felt for him. Mobius is just a pawn within the TVA. He's playing by the rules while she's tired of the kind of game imposed by these space lizards.

Not wanting to start an argument, Y/N just walked to the other side of the Roxxcart. The empty, dimly lit sessions weren't one of the most welcoming places in the world and she confirmed it as soon as she found Hunter B-15 lying on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Worried, she asked, running towards the woman. She just shook her head, looking confused, but accepted the help to get up. "Where is Loki? Did he do this to you?"

"Not even in his dreams, but the Variant is here and Loki is with him." Hunter B-15 said, a tinge of frustration enters her voice. She knew this topic was at the top of the list of things that should never happen.

"I will find them. Mobius and the others are in the storage area." After those words, Y/N didn't wait for an answer and went in search of Loki and his Variant before they caused more trouble.

They could be anywhere, not exactly inside the Roxxcart. Maybe they were miles away, too far from the TVA's eyes. A needle in a haystack would be much easier to find, that's what she thought after long minutes with no sign of them. Y/N considered going back to where the others were – Mobius was probably having a breakdown after finding out he's been tricked yet again by his favorite Loki – when voices caught her attention. Slowly, she followed the sound and was surprised by what she found.

Loki was the first to notice Y/N's presence. Subtly, he shook his head, hoping she would be smart enough to walk away before being seen by Sylvie, but it was too late.

"Oh look what we have here..." The blonde approached Y/N with curiosity, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. "I am Sylvie." She introduced herself. One more step and she would be too close for Loki to ensure Y/N's safety, so he hurried on, interceding:

"No, not her."

Brows furrowed in confusion, Sylvie glared at him and then turned her attention to the helpless maiden.

"Don't worry, she doesn't need your protection. She is stronger than you think."

"What are you saying?" Loki questioned, his eyes snapping towards her as she just laughed at his naivete.

Annoyed that she was becoming the focus of the conversation, Y/N abandoned the shadow of the God of Mischief to face the Variant.

"Why are you killing the Minutemen?"

"What is your name?" Sylvie asked back, completely ignoring what she had said.

"It doesn't matter, you still haven't answered my question!"

"It matters to me, Y/N. But that's not your only name. Definitely not." In the blink of an eye, the woman grabbed Y/N's arm, showing the bracelet hidden under her coat sleeve and Loki felt his body freeze at the revelation. How could they do this to her? "Lady of the Moon, Mother of the Sun. Giver of Life and Protector of the Dead, or just... Y/N." When Sylvie was done, she broke the bracelet and backed away, walking nonchalantly towards one of the market shelves. She still has a plan to execute.

Looking at the mark the bracelet left on her wrist after so many failed attempts to break free, Y/N let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She is... free. As soon as her eyes found Loki, she couldn't make out what he was feeling, but a part inside her didn't want him to be angry. She couldn't reveal her past. Loki had come up with several scenarios about the secret Y/N was keeping, but he never imagined she was a Goddess. As a child, Loki heard stories about her and her kindness, but he believed it was all a figment of his mother's.

As a mourner, Y/N was the principal deity in rites connected with the dead; as magical healer, she cured the sick and brought the deceased to life.

With that thought, the image of Frigga flashed through his mind. He was capable of anything to get her back. Loki wanted to show his mother that he knew the Goddess of her stories and she was really good.

When he snapped back to reality, the market lights were off and the emergency lights glowed like blood on all sides. With her plan completed, Sylvie opened the door of time and crossed to the other side without looking back. Y/N was fighting a battle with herself for letting the Variant escape and mostly for letting her get what she wanted, when Loki's voice echoed, drawing her attention:

"Come with me."

He chose to believe he was doing this to get his mother back. There was no other option for him to want someone like her by his side.

"Can you hear what you're saying? Loki, we are on opposite sides of this war. We..." Her words were interrupted by Mobius and the other TVA agents.

"Do you have the necessary power to change things, but prefer to obey the orders of these lizards? You are a Goddess, being subordinate doesn't suit you." Loki insisted, holding Y/N's hands and looking deep into her eyes, he found the answer he needed.

a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one.

• the reader is based on the Egyptian Goddess Isis