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leopardmask-ao3 · 2 years ago

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NHHP 2022 Day 14: Joe Hills, Joe Hills, Joe Hills

Link to the challenge Today’s Word is: Possession Characters: Joe, Cleo Season: ambiguous Other tags/warnings: Beetlejhost, astral projection sorta? Word Count: 1071

Summary: Joe enlists some help to deal with an unexpected, unwanted, undead visitor.

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Joe's spirit hovered above a build with a frown. The math of the floor plan wasn't working out, and he couldn't figure out why.

He double-checked to make sure his body was safe from hungry zombies, then circled around to view the structure from another angle, pushing the limits of his tether. No, not there, either... Wait, actually, the repeating pattern here skipped a bit. Aha! Joe made a mental note of the spot and floated back toward the tiny hut he had built to rest his body in.

Just in time to see himself open the door and walk out.

When Joe was projecting himself in jhost form like this, his body should have been, by most definitions, dead. It couldn't become undead with him tethered to it, but it was technically not alive. Dead things didn’t tend to walk around and use doors.

Joe's body stretched luxuriously and looked around with hands on hips. Not zombie behavior, anyway. Which left one other big possibility.

"Hey!" Joe yelled. His body startled, then glared directly at him, a green glow behind the eyes. Most ghosts minded their own business, but every so often, one came along who was a little too interested in him. Usually Joe checked for such malignant entities, but he had been distracted by the mistake he was looking for, it would only be a few minutes, he had thought it would be fine!

"What's your problem?" the ghost growled through Joe's mouth. Joe winced internally at the raspy voice. His throat was probably going to be sore tomorrow. That'd serve him right, he supposed.

"Well, my problem is that that's my body you've got there," Joe replied.

"Uh, I don't see a label on it," the ghost argued.

Joe glanced at the large dyed @ symbol on the front of his shirt, but chose not to comment on it. If he pointed that out, he'd just have to explain what it meant, and that just wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment. "I only left it for a few minutes," he said instead. "Surely you don't expect everyone to hold on to everything they own constantly, every minute of the day?"

Speaking of minutes and days, it was getting late. Hmm. That could turn out very good for Joe, or very bad - he wasn't sure yet.

The ghost barely responded, too busy going through Joe's pockets. "Ooh, what's this?" They pulled a shiny object out. Joe's communicator. "Is this how you go to other places? It is! Oh boy, this is exactly what I was looking for!" He laughed. "Beetle, you have outdone yourself this time!"

"So, you're looking to travel, then?" Joe asked, trying to distract the ghost - Beetle. "See the sights, go to fun new places? I'm sure we could arrange-"

"This piece o' junk isn't working," Beetle grumped.

Joe looked over his shoulder. Indeed, Beetle's ghostly presence was making the electronic communicator glitch and malfunction. "Well, of course it isn't working."

Beetle poked at the screen, getting no response. "What's the matter with it? Does it need a living soul or something? No, 'cause I saw that pretty zombie lady using one too..."

"Well... why don't you go ask her?" Joe suggested. Ideally, he didn't want this guy to meet any of the hermits at all. But left to his own devices, he'd find hermits anyway, so Joe's plan B was to send Beetle in the direction of a hermit he knew could handle the guy.

Cleo sensed Joe approaching well before she saw him. She almost didn't recognize his footsteps, nor his scent, hidden behind that of something... less friendly. She turned to greet him - and noticed a harsh green glow behind his eyes.

Ah. "Hi, Joe," Cleo greeted tentatively, fully aware that Joe would be around somewhere, but was probably not in the body she was talking to. "What brings you here today, then?"

"Well, I've got a problem, you see." Yep, that was definitely not Joe's voice either. Problem, indeed. "I was, uh, hopin' ya could help a pal out a little here."

Cleo surreptitiously checked the position of the sun. "What... seems to be the problem?"

Not-Joe showed Cleo his communicator. The screen was flickering and turning photonegative every few seconds. "This thing is the problem. You'll help fix it, right?"

Cleo nodded slowly. "Yep. Sure. I am... definitely the person to come to for communicator problems. Let me see it and I'll. Fix it. Right away."

Not-Joe handed over the device. As soon as it left his hands, the screen cleared, and everything on it started acting normally again. Cleo made a show of pressing buttons, flipping aimlessly through menus. "Hmm. Okay. Yeah, this got... pretty messed up."

She checked the communicator clock. She held up her own communicator, as if comparing the two, then started pressing buttons again. She typed a message to herself on Joe's device, then paused to check when hers buzzed. She turned the brightness down, then back up.

The clock rolled over to 6:00.

Not-Joe cried out and arched his back, clutching his hands to his head. Cleo paused what she was doing, watching with wary concern.

Joe hunched forward, hands still up, and froze, still tense, a wince of concentration on his face. Cleo stepped close, hand hovering worriedly over him. "...Joe? Are you okay? Are you back?"

"Like I said - it's mine," Joe grated. He relaxed and looked up at Cleo with a sigh. "Yes, I'm back. Thank you, Cleo."

"I mean-" Cleo protested, then hesitated, seeing Joe about to argue with her. "...You're welcome." She handed Joe's communicator back. "I wasn't sure that would work, by the way."

"Neither was I!" Joe replied brightly. "As it turns out, we both assumed correctly that my being forcibly returned to my physical form at 6:00 every day would supersede anyone else's presence. Or rather, mostly correctly, as I do think he is still here, but fortunately the force keeping me tethered to this mortal plane has granted control back to me and severely weakened his influence for quite a while."

"Great. So he'll be back?"

"Probably! Some time when I'm projecting, I imagine, since if he were a strong enough spirit to take control directly from me, he would have done that."

"I don't suppose this is going to keep you from using your astral-projection-y ghost power, either, is it?"

Joe just grinned. "Cleo, you know me too well."

#nhh 2022 promptober #hermitcraft #my hc fic #joehills #zombiecleo #beetlejhost #6:00 punxatawney phil time #I'm still working out my joe headcanons

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hollowfaces · 4 years ago

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valentines headcanons

jack

- jacks momentarily thinks that perhaps you’d find it romantic if he gifted you a real human heart for display

- he quickly rethinks that and swiftly decides that you definitely would not like that

- instead he just decides to treat you for the day

- making breakfast in bed, watching whatever movie you want, even going as far as to comb through his hair

- for breakfast you get some simple, slightly burnt blueberry pancakes. jack can’t help but puff his chest out a bit when he sees how happy you look that he made you something

- that very quickly turns into a soft moment though when he can’t help but stare at how cute you are. you still have your bed head and your sleep shirt is falling off your shoulder as you lazily dig into your pancakes but jack can’t but feel a little overwhelmed at his feelings

- also treats you to a nice bath. he doesn’t stay long due to the overwhelming smells of your shampoo however

- and after that the rest of the day is up to you, anything you want to do jack will happily follow along

- at the end of the day you thank him with your own present, a simple promise ring

- you know jack doesn’t like wearing things though, especially on his hands, so you put it on a chain he can hang up in his work space

- he gets very quiet when you give it to him, but after a moment he tenderly wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder

tim

- tim can’t help but think that valentines is a rather stupid holiday to be honest

- so he doesn’t get you anything like chocolates or jewelry

- though he does get a small plush bear he found at the store

- it’s pink and has a large red bow on its neck and tim can’t help but think that it’s quite the eye sore

- but the heartfelt smile and appreciative squeeze to his hand that he gets when he gives it to you makes it worth

- honestly makes the tips of his ears redden a bit

- and seeing you tenderly place it on your pillow like some cherished item to display to everyone makes his heart thump just a little harder than usual

- you decide to dress up a little and make him a nice dinner

- at one point you have to scold him for his lack of a filter for his comments about your legs

- and after dinner you gift him a little goodie bag with a nice zippo lighter, a couple of CDs for his truck, and xxx

- he hesitates to accept it for a second. i mean you made him dinner, dressed up for him, and now you’re giving him some gifts. and all he got you was a stupid bear

- but you’re looking at him with that cute smile and eager eyes and he can’t say no to that

- tim might just have a growing appreciation for the holiday

toby

- toby goes for a very classic valentines experience

- he gets you chocolates, some flowers, and chocolate covered strawberries

- also grins the entire time he presents your gifts. hes so ecstatic he has someone to share this holiday with

- he gets you orchids! he made sure to study flower symbolism before he bought them

- spends a lot of time cuddling you on the couch while watching a movie or two

- after it gets dark he takes you outside for a candlelight picnic

- hes so cute oh my god

- he prepared a couple small meals. a small pan pizza, some salad, garlic bread, and some lava cake

- definitely hand feeds you the chocolate covered strawberries

- also gets some sparkling apple juice instead of wine

- you obviously give him a couple gifts. some small knick knacks for him to put on his dresser, a cute cow plushie, some pinned beetles, and a pair of new sneakers

- hes literally so happy about what you got him hes nearly vibrating where he sits

- practically launches himself at you to bear hug you

- overall 10/10 day for both of you

brian

- today is your day to spoil brian

- and you will not feel accomplished until you damn near drown him in love and kisses

- brian is understandably, a little overwhelmed, but you make sure it’s never too much for him

- he definitely feels like he doesn’t deserve this special treatment but any attempt to speak on this is quickly shut up with your mouth on his

- you gift him some more practical things like some new shirts, sleep pants, and even a new hoodie

- you guys go on a nice nature walk. after a while you take a small break in a clearing where you pass time by putting as many flowers into brian’s hair as he will let you

- brian has to save you though after a rather large spider decides to try and make a new home in your hair

- you return home rather fast

- at home you decide to make a small dinner for the both of you consisting of pasta and some side dishes

- during this, brian keeps coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and smothering his head into your neck

- when some oldies pop up on the radio, brian leads you away from the stove to slow dance in the middle of the kitchen with him

- has his hands on your hips with his forehead pressed against yours and a love struck look on his face

- he keeps stealing kisses in the middle of your dancing too

- god brian is just.. so happy to be with you

#creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #tim wright x reader #ticci toby x reader #brian thomas x reader

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woeisme-iamwoe · 4 years ago

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an absolutely massive Haikyuu!! fic rec pt. 2

IwaOi this time around. My favorite ship. The world’s favorite ship...there’s so many

Undecipherable, by ioo (4k. G. canonverse)

I’m pretty sure the author meant ‘indecipherable’, nevertheless! I am appalled that this work doesnt have more hits. Y'all are sleeping on it and that's not okay.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall has Hajime startling back to the present. He looks at the source of the disturbance and finds himself face to face with Oikawa, red in the face with breathlessness and a leather-bound notebook tightly clutched in both of this hands. When he spots Hajime, he makes a beeline for the bench and slaps it down right next to him.

"Koi no yokan," he says. "The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love."

primavera, by tothemoon (8k. T. canonverse)

All of tothemoon’s works read so beautifully

They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run), by ricekrispyjoints (27k. M. canon-divergence)

I've read this work so many times. Like, so many times and I’ve never tired from it. Gorgeous. The shift from friendship to romance felt so natural, love it.

"I'm not healing like I should be."

In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.

Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.

Priorities, by weirdmilk (2k. T. canonverse)

Kissy, kissy.

‘I just -’ Oikawa begins, ‘it might be difficult to get married, sometimes, I think.’ He chews on his lip.

Iwaizumi makes a questioning noise.

‘Ah,’ Oikawa says, and then, in a rush, ‘if I didn't want a wife at all - what then? If I said that to you. If I told you I can’t see it. Like - the wedding dress. The bride. I just can’t see it.’

Iwaizumi swallows again, his heart beating much faster than the conversation warrants. He wonders whether Oikawa can hear it. ‘You’re eighteen. You aren’t supposed to see it yet.’ He snorts. ‘I mean - if we’re sharing shit, I’ve never even kissed a girl.’ He doesn’t mind admitting it. It’s not something that bothers him - he’s never prioritised girls very highly, and despite Oikawa’s largely undeserved status as Miyagi’s most eligible teenage bachelor, he doesn’t think Oikawa has ever wanted a serious relationship with any of his fan club, either.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi can't sleep before their first practice match with Karasuno.

Before Midnight, by fathomfive (2k. G. canonverse)

Reads like a fairytale.

The sky turns, the seasons turn over, and Iwaizumi and Oikawa track the movements of the stars. Nothing is ever quite constant, but it's close enough.

The grass is stiff with frost. They walk in silence past the raked-over vegetable garden and up the back hill, footsteps crackling, and stand side-by-side at the top of an incline that used to seem much bigger. Iwaizumi glances over but Oikawa’s already gone, eyes searching the sky with no hint of hurry, just a kind of reverent patience.

make a bet, keep a promise, by raewrites (13k. M. canonverse)

Bet still on.

Sometimes, in still moments, Iwaizumi wonders why out of all the people on earth he ended up with Oikawa Tooru. Why it’s his face that lingers on his fading conscious in the last moments before he falls asleep, in the first blurry seconds upon waking up again. Why when he looks to his side, he expects Oikawa to be there in the same way he expects to see five fingers on both hands, a natural extension of himself, ever present.

Why he can’t imagine a future without Oikawa in it.

It begins with a bet made between the two boys in the mid-summer of their eighth year. It starts with volleyball, but like with most things involving Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime, things are never quite that simple.

our hearts still beat the same, by knightswatch

two birds, by thelittlebirdthattoldyou (5k. T. canonverse)

Of heartbreaking letters and paper crane wishes.

Five months into the term, two months after he’s stopped replying to Oikawa’s texts, the first package arrives. A small square box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and Hajime almost trips over it on the way to his dorm.

There’s a letter attached.

Oikawa doesn’t know how many times he’ll have to put his feelings down on paper before Iwaizumi believes them.

Through My Eyes, by anchoringsouls (2k. G. canonverse)

Okay! Okay, we were doing great with the soft, happy love up until the last part! That's great, just great!

“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”

in time it could be ours, by deusreks (3k. T. canonverse)

Anyone wanna go back in time and make a time capsule with me only to dig it up years later and we’re actually in love?

Set post Seijou's match with Karasuno. There's a moderate amount of rolling in the dirt. No pajamas were hurt in the writing of this fic.

There, in their joint backyard, was Oikawa Tooru, clad in his silly luminescent space pajamas, digging a hole near a cherry tree.

“What the hell, Oikawa.”

Tooru stubbornly continued digging. He looked pitiful in that moment; everything that was grand about him in daylight was meaningless in the darkness. He was only a boy with a shovel whose broken heart mirrored Hajime’s own.

we can do better than that, by spaceburgers (16k. M. canonverse)

Of course, of course, the IwaOi road trip fic. AnD thErE wAs ONly OnE bED!

Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

They Say it Rains Diamonds on Jupiter, by exsao (35k. T. canonverse)

I don't know, just gorgeous. Hajime’s so in love.

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

Midnight boys/sunset town, by carafin (10k words. T. Housemates AU):

The author says they played off of the fact that Oikawa oftentimes forgoes his sleep in order to work, and wrote it so that he doesn't sleep at all. This was so cute, kinda sad, mostly not. Love how Iwaizumi just goes along with whatever crazy stilch Oikawa is on.

In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn't ever sleep - not exactly in that order.

5 Reasons Why Iwaizumi Hajime's Flatmate Is A Complete Weirdo (An Incomplete List)

1. He's obsessed with that stupid bucket list of his.

2. He's the proud owner of seven truly ugly, criminally hideous movie posters with aliens on them, which he insists on pasting all over the damn living room.

3. He's always stealing Hajime's sweatshirts.

4. Sometimes, he wakes Hajime up for breakfast. At 5AM. On Saturday mornings.

5. He literally never, ever sleeps.

The Best I Ever Had, by FindingSchmomo (62k words. T. Canon-divergent):

You’ve read it, your mum’s read it, your dog has probably read it (you really need to take facial recognition for him off your phone, he’s got some weird nighttime habits). So basically this fic caused me physical pain and then pumped me full of morphine and now I’m good! Beautiful read, hated Oikawa for a while, Iwaizumi is the only boy I would ever feel safe alone with.

A story of separation and time lost. Oikawa and Iwaizumi lose contact, and life goes on. Now, a decade later and back in Japan, Oikawa wonders if he can pick the pieces back together, despite knowing Iwaizumi has moved on. A story of their past, present and future, pieced together by shaky hands.

darlin', your head's not on right, by aruariandance (13k words. T. canonverse)

Again, I’m pretty sure anybody who's anybody has read this fic and for good reason! Super sweet realizing you're in love fic. Makes me reconsider wanting to get married.

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

“I was thinking our Aoba johsai colors to go for more, you know, softer tones? Besides, I’ve always looked great in that sea foam green color. Oh, and I guess you look decent in it, too.” He grins, saccharine sweet, and Iwaizumi has never been so tempted to knock one of his perfect pearly white teeth right out of his stupid mouth."

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle, by kittebasu (66k. T. canon divergent)

Is this one of the most famous Iwaoi fic? I don’t know. Looks like it, I know it's my personal favorite. Where Oikawa studies bugs for a living and can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings. Very angsty, love that in a fic.

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

Terrarium, by sausaged (11k. T. Post-canon)

Honestly, I’m so surprised this fic doesnt have more hits! It’s so good! Made me ache! I love the memories and character growth shown through the growing of the terrarium, absolutely adore that kind of symbolism. So beautiful, give it some love because it's one of my absolute favorites.

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

Lips like sugar, by ohhotlamb (8k. T. canonverse)

Why did my childhood best friend never offer to help me practice kissing only for us to realize we were only interested in each other? I had a fake high school experience.

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

Falling Slowly, by bravely (commovente) (3k. T. canonverse)

So special, imagine loving one person, and one person only like this for the entirety of your life. This is getting too sappy, I want off of this ride.

over the years, some things change; but over the years, some things stay mostly the same.

(alternatively, mornings with oikawa and iwaizumi over the years).

No sleep in the city, by loveclouds (7k. T. canonverse)

Mass/volume = Iwaizumi, apparently. (Please. If anyone gets this absolutely horrific joke, lets elope).

Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

Time, by surveycorpsjean (5k. E. canonverse)

Growing older together.

When they're twenty-three, their story only begins.

Everything With You, by Ellessey (14k. E. canonverse)

Came damn near to crying, you can just feel Iwaizumi’s pain. Fight scene was probably the most emotion evoking one I’ve read in a long while.

‘Hajime still loves Oikawa, but he understands now. Oikawa can't look at him and see someone he could potentially date.

And that makes it easier to not focus on the little things that used to drive him crazy—Oikawa's long legs, the way he's always hanging off of Hajime, how his whole face changes when he gets ready for a jump serve, and he looks like he could take on the entire world and win.

This new arrangement though, this living together situation, is presenting a new set of variables that must be adjusted to, and the nakedness is one of them.’

For years, being Oikawa’s best friend has worked out fine. Hajime is hopelessly in love with him, but it’s enough. Then Oikawa—who, by all accounts, has never been anything but determinedly, assuredly straight—gets a boyfriend. Or a boy friend-with-benefits. Hajime doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit about the definition.

What he knows is that remaining best friends is starting to seem a bit too painful (way too painful) to be considered a solid option.

The Best Best, by rikke (12k. T. canonverse/future fic)

Takeru is a whole mood. Don’t want kids, but I do want domesticity and this fic feeds me well.

“Congratulations, Iwa-chan! You’re a dad!” Iwaizumi hears as soon as the door opens. He’s dealt with Oikawa for all of his twenty-one years of age now, but this declaration is still sufficiently disturbing enough that he turns from his place on the couch and braces himself for whatever Oikawa has done this time.

Or the one where Iwaizumi and Oikawa babysit Takeru for a week.

cheek kisses, by ohhotlamb (G. 3k. Future fic)

Sooo cute!!

“Every time,” Hajime murmurs, “every time I see you again I remember how fuckin’ crazy I am about you.”

Routine, by snoqualmie (2k. T. canonverse)

Again, anyone wanna be my childhood best friend so we can put face masks on each other and fall in love? I died, truly.

Iwaizumi is fourteen years old, horny too often and angry all the time, and he’s just starting to notice that Tooru’s legs are really long, that his lips are kinda soft looking, and his fingers feel good pressed under his jaw.

Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad, by sunsmasher (19k. G. canon divergence)

Be wary, I would give this fic an upper rating to probably Teen and the follow-up fic is Explicit. But, Oikawa on the Japanese national team is just a dream as is, but add in a rekindling friendship and an angsty make out sesh? Mwah, delizioso.

It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.

“So go,” says Matsukawa's voice. “It’s only a few weeks. You’ve got a whole city to hide in if it gets awkward, and if it doesn’t get awkward, well…”

It’s like watching the future reconfigure, like being in high school again, watching team after team fall to Oikawa’s faultless planning and shameless charm.

“I’ll get to watch a whole lot of volleyball,” Hajime says, and resigns himself to fate and/or Oikawa Tooru.

“Hey, when you get there, can you bag a gymnast for me?” Hanamaki asks, and Matsukawa squawks.

Chasing Paper Suns, by carafin (10k. T. Future fic)

Again with the growing up and coming back together, this time with more angst than the last. Lovely, really lovely read.

Post-high school, Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart.

Some days Hajime likes to think of himself as Oikawa’s counterpart—the two of them blending into a single devastating unit, the invincible setter and his unyielding ace, the bond between them unbreakable and true. Other days he feels like he is chasing after a rising sun, always running and running with his eyes fixed on the distance, trying to cross a chasm that stretches on without end, caught in an endless and exhausting pursuit.

the yellow room, by ohhotlamb (14k. T. canonverse/future fic)

Makki and Mattsun see bullshit and call you out on your bullshit.

“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”

Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”

“Yeah, so?”

“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”

Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”

the river runs, by tothemoon (11k. T. post-breakup)

My heart ACHES. Happy ending, promise! Just read it.

One year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.

—

This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).

I sure hope that guy gets fired, by Xov (29k. T. canonverse/time loop au)

The only thing better than one confession, is MULTIPLE confessions. Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi unshakably, and that's beautiful.

It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.

my only friend was the man in the moon (until i met you), by ohhotlamb (7k. T. canonverse)

Just so innocent and sweet. Oikawa said ‘effort’.

In which Oikawa has a life-altering revelation, and Hajime is starting to think it involves him.

Bet On It, by originalblue (13k. E. canonverse)

Tooru being nice for a week? That can only end one way… with a d*ck in Hajime’s mouth.

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

especially for tender ones like us, by viverella (17k. T. canonverse/post break-up)

Gods! See? See what I mean? How could I forget about a work as heart wrenchingly beautiful as this? Give it some love, actually, all of the love.

The worst part of it all, Tooru thinks to himself sometimes, is that even as they fought and kicked and screamed and tore each other to shreds, it was never that Tooru stopped loving Iwaizumi any less. The worst part of it all, he thinks, is that loving Iwaizumi turned out to not be enough.

(OR: on finding the right person at the wrong time and learning how to pick up the pieces)

sunset town, by skiecas (33k. T. canon-divergent)

Another work that I just CANNOT understand why it doesn't have more hits. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I almost cried.

In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

Two years down the road, reconciling his lifelong dream with his lifelong love proves to be the greatest challenge.

of odd numbers and intimate regrets, by bravely (commovente) (5k. T. post-canon/one night stand au)

Basically, Tooru and Hajime sleep together after not speaking for seven years and of course there’s feelings and angst and a belated chance at happiness and a life together.

Tooru’s spent the last seven years of his life in a carefully constructed schedule that is, he realises now, as much a habit as it was a way to forget about the person in front of him.

[or, the one night stand AU between two people more than friends but not quite lovers, measuring the passage of time in distance and long-gone memories, the expansion and contraction of the spaces between their fingers each time.]

cross my heart, open wide, by acchikocchi (7k. T. canonverse)

Super cute, super short. Realizing you're on a date with the wrong person one-shot.

For a minute Hajime doesn't know what to say. Everything and nothing crowds his mind, leaving no room to think. That he's never tried this. That volleyball's over. That he's graduating in five months. That it would be really nice, at least once, to go on a date with a good-looking guy.

Hajime goes on a date. It's not with Oikawa.

Fernweh, by oikawashoyo (19k. G. canonverse/post time skip)

A mature(ish) Tooru?? I love works that show Tooru growing and living happily in Argentina and this one is just beautiful. (Plus! Plus, Skai did a piece on it as well and I love ALL their work so you can visualize everything). Love it.

Argentina is stretching out before him, an opportunity, a challenge. He is reminded of his losses, his insecurities, his disappointments; sees them form a tall, tall wall blocking his path to success. He takes a deep breath and knows he is going to shatter it.

In which Oikawa's whole life is spent longing for the horizon — in the form of a dream, a home, and a boy.

i breathe easily in your arms, by orphan_account (2k. M. canonverse)

Soft, soft sex

When, after completing their high school graduation ceremony and heading home to enjoy their freedom, Oikawa had pulled him into his room and pressed his lips hesitantly against Iwaizumi’s own, it seemed an inevitable development in the unfolding narrative of their shared existence.

Despite years of having a bed to himself, the sensation of another body taking up space in his sheets, curling against his chest, creating warmth, feels natural in much the same way.

old and new, by Mysecretfanmoments (5k. T. canon divergence)

Finally a fic where they don't freak out on confession and it's sweet.

“You seem—sad.” Was that the right word? Others sprang to mind: desperate, lonely, anxious.

Tooru looked away. “Are you going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

Tooru folded his arms, sighed. “I missed you, of course.”

Hajime swallowed.

“No need to look that way. I told you, I’m not one of your macho man buddies. I’m allowed to say stuff like that without being embarrassed—”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Hajime complained. “No need to be so defensive. I’ve missed you too.”

“Oh?” Tooru seemed to get a little of his own back, leaning forward on his elbows. “What about me did you miss?”

((Going to separate universities, Hajime and Tooru learn the true meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder"))

all i wanted was you, by spaceburgers (6k. E. college/fwb au)

This was more emotional than I thought a 6k friends with benefits fic could be, okay? Okay.

Wherein Hajime and Tooru are fuck buddies, Hajime curses his treacherous heart, and Tooru is bad with feelings.

we shine like diamonds, by whitemiists (26k. T. canon divergence)

I couldn't not include this work. It deals with internalized homophobia so well and I really resonate with it.

In all seriousness, I’m very lucky to live in a country where my sexuality is widely accepted and my heart goes out the LGBTQIA+ peoples who are forced to hide themselves. You are loved and your sexuality and gender-identity are not wrong and never will be.

Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

Look For Him, by Leryline (18k. E. canonverse)

A collection of kisses. I love Hajime’s grandmother.

She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”

Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.

film reel life, arsenicjay (8k. T. canon divergence)

Such a unique and creative idea! Reading from the eyes of a camera, so beautiful!

The only person Iwaizumi is lying to is himself, when he insists: I am not in love with Oikawa Tooru.

how to let your planets align, by tether (tothemoon) (15k. T. end of the world au)

This is the only remotely non-happy ending fic I will be including on here, and it's purely because it's a gorgeous read. And yes, I ached. Your lips, my lips, apocalypse.

It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you're in love with him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic #haikyuu fic rec #iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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What headcanons you have in request box actually? I'm really curious lol. Have nice day btw, I love your work!!!!!

Okay, so usually I put some in a doc and then like figure it out from there so if you've sent one in and haven't seen it, don't worry, it'll be done and added once I make a dent lmao. These are also a mix of hc and fics. Some I'm like part way through so ye

There also might be some that I might not do because its vague, like I'm given just the prompt and I don't know what to do with it or there's just no ideas that come to mind so I really am sorry.

Upcoming ones:

Met with Dia and he said “how else will you please me?” And I think it awoke something in me?? Can I request Diavolo with a bashful innocent MC and him just laying back and letting her have his way with him? But of course he’s a total dom so he’s gonna take control but just has a little fun letting her take the reins to start with? Hi. I just found your stuff and you write so well for Obey Me. Could I request a fic with Barbatos and a female MC? Maybe she's staying at the palace for whatever reason and when he goes to his room he hears her moaning his name so he checks on her but she's sleeping. The next day he hints that she must've had a good dream much to her dismay. That night he goes to her room and she's awake and they end up sleeping together. With some praise and maybe even some tail action. Thank you! Can I please get a uuuhhh possessive/borderline yandere Leon please :3c maybe it’s after a big match for her and everyone’s fawning over her and he steals her away and reminds her that she’s his? 💕✨ I saw those headcanons where Jin and Shigaraki became parental or sibling figures to the reader sooooooo how about headcanons of a fem!reader being a mother figure to the league? Just an ordinary citizen in her late twenties until she met the LOV unexpectedly, during the time where the league had to hide and the reader's place is conveniently open (then again I'm sure they'd bust in if it wasn't) and she didn't rat them out. This happened quite a lot of times to the point where the reader is used to it by now and just lets them in, even if they weren't hiding from anyone and just wants to stay for the night. When she got closer to the league, she starts to show care and love for them in a way a mother would the reader isn't a member of the league, but they already consider her as family :'D I just really want them to get care and love since they've been through so much Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 I like the Lucky!Cat!reader hc. Could you do some for the LOV, with a Male Cat s/o? Thank you! You're the best!! I've been obsessing about flowers and their meanings or what they symbolize soooooo. How would the LOV react to their s/o giving them a certain flower and then finding out what the flower means/symbolizes? Hope this passes! It's a request for OM. Can I have headcanons of the brothers + Diavolo (if you don't mind) of their s/o dancing "Paradise Lost" by GAIN? Provided you a link to the video for reference 😁: https://youtu.be/4i32ANEa5mk Headcanons where the LOV has an s/o whose like a literal ball of sunshine. Always happy and bubbly, smiling and laughing, they just seem to epitome of joy. Until one day, they just break down, being so emotionally drained from different factors that they can keep up the act of being happy anymore Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 hey!! hru? i have a question do you think shigaraki would like a threesome? what if his s/o didn’t want one bc she’s like possessive of him (in a non toxic way) hey plush, can you do a reader x Shiggy and Dabi whos crying to them/grabbing their shirts and burring themselves into shiggy and dabi/ about their verbally abusive ex, how theyre so different from them, so much nicer and softer, how they(the reader) never thought they could be loved or deserved kindness? its been one of those days, i just need some comfort. thank you♡ heyy!! ^^ can i request some headcanons for hawks reacting to his female s/o belly dancing for him? :3 Heyo this is beetle juice anon idk if u remember me I’m the person who said shiggy sounds like beetle juice, I swear I couldn’t get that thought out of my head so can I request shiggy and reader getting hit by a quirk that forces them to do a musically ( idk I just want shiggy to sing honestly lmaoooo) idk maybe both of them being shocked that both of them can sing hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 So, like. Hear me out. What if, with Bakugou and Dabi (separate) : MC is super innocent and cute, blushes at the slightest flirt, and “doesn’t get” dirty jokes, but as soon as they’re alone with their s/o? They are the kinkiest most vulgar bottom they’ve ever seen. Nipples pierced, collar under the turtleneck, chain strung between the piercings and the collar, all out kinda slut. The duality of man. (Gender neutral) Hello so may i request shigaraki with a s.o whos warm loving and protective and very innocent basically a s.o whos like mitsuri kanroji both personality and look wise Female pronouns,maybe they are out on a date getting ice cream and the s.o is so happy shiggy came, they hold hands and people start giving him odd looks only for her to stand up to the bullies who are saying things about shigaraki, it ends with her kissing him infront of everyone to prove a point,and when the get home she tells him she doesnt care what people think and makes love to him topping hin while telling him all the reasons she fell inlove with him,(omg im so sorrry its so long if you have tpo many requests or dont like the idea please tell me) hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 could we get a fem reader cock warming Dabi throughout the night and get morning sex >//< // ik youre a busy bee so dont feel obligated to rush or anything, take ur time plushie!♡ can we please get a shiggy x reader and the reader asks him to teach her how to game and she ends up being better than him and whatnot (inspired by that “a simple wager”) fic (if you ever decide to make a sequel to that i will ve DECEASED Can I request a sub shigaraki with a mommy kink getting pegged by the reader ( I just want to make him beg and cry honestly) reader is a female Omh give us noncon/somno w scary eraserhead plsss / aizawa and aphrodisiac smut pwease ( ；∀；) Overhaul and Chrono punishing quirkless reader for being an undercover reporter/agent but like orgasm denial... (Idk if you write this stuff but anyways do it if you want have a nice night) Can I request something like “Peaches and Cream” but with Piers instead? I know you’re busy with other requests, so don’t worry if you don’t have time for this one! I love love your writing!!! Hello beautiful can I just say how amazing ur writing is loll, can I request shigaraki having a crush on the reader and she knows about it, like one day shiggy just goes to her room when there on a mission and just steals her stuff and humps her pillows, but she has cameras in her room so she saw everything, long story short she shows him the videos and humiliates him (shiggy of course a mess and is close to crying from how embarrassing that is, lowkey turned on ) the reader takes care of him ( sorry I’m really bad at endings 🙏🏻😅) the reader pegs him until he’s a crying mess. By the way the reader is a female and shigaraki is a sub has a mommy kink and the reader is dom of that’s ok of course I love your writing!! May I ask for Diavolo x F!Reader with borderline disorder? 👉👈.. Lately it has been very difficult for me to deal with this alone and Diavolo is mine comfort character.. (NSFW Talk, If your a minor..then why are you even reading this?? Get off this 18+ page?? Anyways-). I am a huge sucker for overstimulation, biting and crying, (many of my past partners have called me a sadist-) and I just 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 the idea of Tamaki’s cute face streaming with tears and drool as Male Reader vigorously overstims the fuck out of him. And he would look so 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 with his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure because M!Reader gave his sensitive dick a handjob while he roughly railed Tamaki’s pretty little ass. (While abusing the fuck out of his G Spot, of course). I can just imagine him squirming and begging for mercy while M!Reader lovingly wrecks his body, taking him hard & fast in multiple different positions with each one making Tamaki wail with pleasure. He’s just so adorable, I just wanna see him get 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝~ Lusty ❤︎ -Anon. Bonus Points if you could have M!Reader be super fuckin tall, muscular, strong and also be absolutely PACKING. (This man has a godly dick, and it’s honestly a surprise Tamaki can take it so well without literally breaking in half) ahhhh hewwo could you maybe write something with dbd ghostface going full apotheosis for his crush? as in,, he starts to elevate her to a status of divinity and even when she's just cowering in fear in front of him or conversely stabbing him and causing him lots of pain he just keeps viewing her as some sort of deity and can't stop obsessing over her and wanting more from her

Again. I deeply apologize for not doing some. I wish I could, but (and this is not to guilt trip any of yall or anything, I understand that it'll sound like that it but it ain't it) sometimes the work I put into something and the feedback I get is sometimes not it. Like I'll work hard and get nothing and listen, I get it, its fanfic, there's a bit more stigma to it rather than art but yeah. Its a ramble, and basically, I don't wanna put work into something that I'll only get a few likes on. So yeah. Agains this isn't guilt tripping, I get it. I'm a consumer of it and I get the gist of it but yeah. More thoughts later, when I can properly sit and write as I am currently in a home depot

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peppersonironi · 4 years ago

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Code Orange (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

{Read on Ao3)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (For language - Jason)

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Relationships: Garfield Logan & M'gann M'orzz, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, The Team (Young Justice) & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, M'gann M'orzz, Garfield Logan, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Members of the Team (Young Justice), Stephanie Brown

Additional Tags: Humor, Crossover, Jason Todd Swears, Jason Todd Being a Little Shit, Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Meet the Batfamily (DCU), Post-Season/Series 02, Bruce Wayne Has Too Many Kids, Banter, Mild Language

Summary: Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

AKA: Red Hood decides he wants to see the Team, breaks in, and causes havoc. The bats are strangely friendly with someone who was supposed to be their villain.

A/N: Yo, I've had this sitting in my docs since … March? Well, i decided to put it out, seeing as I'm FINALLY seeing Season Three! Although this fic doesn't include it. Think of this as post-season two, and just ignoring season three. Full batfam are just never introduced to the Team.

WORK-

It was a slow weekend on the Watchtower, with no missions, catastrophes, or alien invasions. So most of the Team and League were either at home, or chilling in the space station.

The latter was exactly what Garfield and M'gann were doing. They had been on the Watchtower for the entirety of the morning, playing various types of board games. Every so often someone would pop in on them, but for the most part they were enjoying some sibling bonding time.

“You know what we need?” Garfield asked in the middle of Candy Land.

“No, I thought we were doing just fine the way we were,” M'gann replied, confused.

Garfield scoffed. “Food, obviously! I'm starving! Let's head to the cafeteria and see if Bart left any ice cream.”

*****

They didn't find any ice cream. Though, what was there was alarming.

M'gann and Garfield had strode into the cafeteria finding it almost empty. The single occupant was a man in cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a red helmet. He also wore a gray armored shirt, which had some sort of red symbol. The symbol was obscured, however, by the ginormous gun he was cleaning.

M'gann recognized him immediately as the Red Hood, a top-tier crime lord from Gotham.

“Why Hello, Miss Martian. Beast Boy.” Red Hood didn’t even look up.

“Hey sis, did someone new join the team or -”

Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

“That was a villain?!” Garfield asked in a surprised voice as he raced along with M’gann.

“Yes, Garfield. Red Hood. I have no idea how he got here though. We need to gather everyone. Make sure they're ready for a fight. Especially Nightwing and Robin, he's a Gotham villain, so they should know what to do.”

Garfield nodded, changed into a hawk, and flew off.

Soon almost everyone was gathered outside the cafeteria's doors. Garfield had yet to bring Nightwing, but Robin was present, and at the front of the group. The only adult leaguer present was Captain Marvel, who had been on monitor duty at the time. The major leaguers - including the big three - were on some sort of low threat level assignment.

“M'gann, report,” Aqualad spoke when he made his way to the front of the group where M'gann stood, blocking Conner from jumping the gun and attacking without a plan.

“Garfield and I were on our way to get some food, when we walked in on The Red Hood cleaning a large gun threateningly. I pulled Gar out as fast as possible and alerted everyone.”

Robin groaned loudly. “Hood? Of all the days to infiltrate the Watchtower, he chose today?”

Aqualad frowned. “You do not seem that alarmed. Is he not as dangerous as we have been told?”

Robin snorted. “Oh, he’s dangerous alright. Tried to kill me multiple times, almost succeeded too. But right now I’m just annoyed.”

Superboy grunted. “That doesn’t matter right now! There is a villain in our lunch room! We need to do something!”

Robin shrugged. “Do what you want. B is gonna kill me either way.”

No one understood what Robin meant, so they decided to follow Kon’s advice. Aqualad took charge.

“We enter on three. Blue Beetle, Rocket, Kid Flash, and Wondergirl go right. Superboy, Lagoon Boy, Miss Martian, and Captain Marvel go left. Zatanna and Robin, follow me. Try to encircle him. Get him talking, and see if we can figure out what he wants. M’gann, link us up.”

Robin grumbled, but nodded along with everyone else. M’gann activated the mind link. Once everyone had given the affirmative, Aqualad began the count.

“One. Two. Three. Go!”

Everyone burst through the doors and assumed their positions. The Red Hood was still sitting where M’gann had said. He was still cleaning his gun, though he paused when the Team entered.

“Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Robin glared at Red Hood. “What are you doing here, Hood?”

The intruder seemed to smile under his helmet. “Why’re you so grumpy today, babybird? I was getting bored in Gotham. Figured I’d stop by and say hello to the Team.” Hood turned to look at the rest of the Team and waved. “Hey Team. Captain Marvel. How’re you doing?”

No one replied. Red Hood sighed and shook his head. “No one cares about me.”

“Dude, there is a full attack force ready to beat the crap out of you,” Blue Beetle said. “I’m pretty sure there are people who care that you’re here.”

Red Hood chuckled. “You couldn’t beat me if you tried. Tell ‘em, Replacement.”

Robin smirked. “Not after what I saw last week. You were taken down by two low level thugs.”

Red Hood groaned. “Dude, I was drunk.”

No one had the chance to question this as it was at that exact moment that Beast Boy burst into the room followed closely by Nightwing. He had his escrima sticks out, and looked ferocious.

“Hey ‘wing! Nice of you to join us.” Red Hood sounded positively gleeful.

Nightwing, instead of attacking, groaned and put his weapons away. “This is what you called me for? It's just Hood.”

Aqualad frowned. “Is not the Red Hood a security level A enemy? Shouldn’t you be worried?”

Red Hood shook his head. “Level A? I’m flattered! Maybe you and B do care!”

Nightwing sighed, walked over to Hood, and collapsed on the sofa beside him. The Team was shocked to say the least.

“ ‘Course we care, Hood.” Nightwing said, causing many gasps.

“Nightwing,” Aqualad said, “What are you talking about? Is not this man one of your Rogues? Robin said that he tried to kill him multiple times!”

Nightwing just shrugged. “So? He’s tried to kill me too.”

Red Hood tilted his head as he looked at Robin. “You still go by Robin, here? Boy, Demon-spawn is going to kill you!”

Robin crossed his arms and glared. “It was easier. Do you know how long it takes to change your Zeta Settings?”

Red Hood nodded sagely. “So you were too lazy.”

Robin spluttered, but didn’t deny the accusations.

“Are we forgetting,” Conner said, “That there is a villain in the Watchtower? How did he get in?!”

“Hey Red,” Nightwing asked, grinning, “How’d you get up here, anyway?”

Red Hood seemed to smirk under his helmet. “Blackmail is a glorious thing.”

There was an uproar in the mind link. Accusations flew. Who had Red Hood blackmailed? What did he know about them that could possibly warrant an unauthorized visit to the Watchtower? What was almost as scary was how nonchalant Nightwing seemed. Robin also didn’t seem that worried. In fact he looked … sheepish?

Nightwing laughed. “Whatever he has on you, Robin, must be good!”

“Robin!” M’gann exclaimed. He was the last person anyone expected to be Blackmailed. The bats were so secretive, no one really knew anything about them. This situation with Red Hood being a prime example.

“Hermano,” Blue Beetle said, clearly distressed, “How could you do this?”

Robin just shrugged. “He knew something bad, guys. It couldn’t get out.”

Nightwing looked positively gleeful, the exact opposite of what everyone else was feeling. “Come on, Hood. What did he do?”

Red Hood was shaking with laughter. “He brewed his coffee with a mix of Red Bull and Monster, then topped it off with four Five Hour Energy’s, and three double shots of espresso. When he was on strict orders to sleep.”

“Timothy Jackson Drake!” Nightwing exclaimed, sitting up. He seemed more exasperated than angry. “We’ve talked about this! You are going to get yourself killed if you keep going on like this!”

Robin did not look the least bit apologetic. “Hood! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Red Hood shrugged. “I said I wouldn’t tell Agent A or Bats. You didn’t say anything about Nightwing or the Team.”

Robin collapsed on the nearest chair. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Nightwing nodded. “You are so grounded after this. I’m telling Agent A, and we’re changing all your coffee to decaf!”

Robin groaned. The rest of the Team was confused. For one thing, that wasn’t necessarily that bad of a thing to hide? Sure it was disgusting, but it's not like Robin killed anyone. For another, who did that to their coffee?! But the most worrisome was how did Red Hood know about that? He must have been close to the bird. And how did he know Agent A? Not even the OG Team members had met the mysterious Agent A, who coordinated and cared for the Bats.

“That still doesn’t answer why there is a villain in our cafeteria!” Rocket exclaimed. There were several agreeing nods.

Red Hood sighed. “I told you, I’m here to say hi!” He turned to Robin, “I haven’t seen you in ages.” Though he spoke toward Robin, the Team couldn’t help but feel like he was talking to everyone in the room.

Just then, Kid Flash flew into the room. The lightning trailing from his wake crackled quietly as he stopped next to Aqualad.

“I heard that we had an infiltration and - woah! It's the Red Hood! Why didn’t you tell me it was him! Awesome!” There was a flash, and Kid Flash was standing over Red Hood with a notebook and pen in hand. “Can I have your autograph?”

Nightwing looked like he was trying not to laugh, Robin looked slightly peeved, and everyone else was just confused.

Red Hood’s face wasn’t visible, but his body language clearly showed how pleased he was. “Now this is how you should be treating me!” Hood spoke and he signed the page that Kid Flash helpfully pointed out. “How does ‘Red Hood, to the only decent speedster I’ve ever met’ sound?”

Kid Flash was grinning. “Perfect! Thanks so much! All the info surrounding you was pretty vague in the timelines, so I wasn’t sure if you were even back yet! Or working with the bats again. But boy am I glad you are! You’ve always been my favorite! Do you know how cool you are, dude?!”

Red Hood tilted his head. “Of course I do, kid. Glad someone else sees it though.” He seemed to glare at Nightwing as he said the last part, who only shook his head.

Kid Flash got his notebook back and positively bounced over to Blue Beetle. “Dude did you see this? He actually signed it!”

Blue Beetle frowned. “Why did you want his autograph in the first place?”

Red Hood spluttered, clearly annoyed. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Kid Flash said, “Why wouldn’t I want the autograph of clearly the best Outlaw?” He paused to think. “Are you with the Outlaws yet?”

Red Hood shrugged. “I haven’t seen either of them in a few months, but we are meeting next week for an … outing.”

Nightwing snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “mercenaries and drugs. What could go wrong.”

Red Hood glared at Nightwing. “Like nothing you ever do goes wrong.”

Nightwing snorted. “Yeah, but I never leave a trail of bodies.”

“Okay, one, the bodies were on purpose,” Hood said, “And two, I stopped! No more killing people for widdle ol’ me.”

“Mostly.” Robin said.

“Mostly,” Red Hood agreed.

“Why is their bickering so familiar?” M’gann asked.

“It’s like they’re siblings,” Captain Marvel replied.

“Oh Gosh,” Kid Flash said, “You guys really don’t -”

Suddenly Nightwing, Robin and Red Hood stiffened in unison. The air seemed to drop several degrees. Then Batman strode into the room flanked by Superman and Wonder Woman.

“Thank the gods,” Wondergirl said. “This guy just showed up, he said he blackmailed Robin into letting him up, and Nightwing isn’t doing anything about it! Please tell us you -”

“Uncle Clark! Aunt Diana!” Red Hood seemed strangely happy to see the most powerful people in the League. He even knew their civilian names! There were several gasps.

Wonder Woman strode forward, and Red Hood sprang up to meet her. “ Red Hood! So good to see you. How has your life been my little warrior?” They hugged briefly, and Beast Boy almost fainted.

“Pretty good, Aunt Diana. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do?”

Robin snorted. “Did you just quote Hercules at Wonder Woman? An Amazon?”

Wonder smiled - quite motherly, Kaldur thought in the mind link - at Red Hood. “It's been too long my dear. Next time you have a day off, come find me in Paris. We should spend more time together.”

“I’ll be sure to!”

Wonder Woman stepped to the side to allow Superman forward. “Really, how have you been kiddo?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, supes. Haven’t been since I was fifteen and you know it.” Superman seemed to flinch, which in and of itself was a shock. Red Hood shrugged. “But I’ve been good. Had to deal with these idiots a lot,” he gestured to Nightwing and Robin, both of whom looked indignant, “but … I’ve been good.”

Superman smiled. “Great. You should come to the farm sometime, Ma misses you.”

“He can - he’s gone to the farm?!” Superboy couldn’t hold back his shock. He had only just been allowed to go, and meet Ma Kent.

Red Hood nodded as Superman stepped aside to join Wonder Woman. “Of course, I’ve been coming for years.”

Superboy was slack jawed at this revelation, and, despite much cajoling from his teammates, was unable to close his mouth.

“Hood.” Batman said. He spoke tiredly, in a way no one in the Team had ever heard him use before. “Do you have to traumatize everyone you meet?”

“Oh, you wanna talk about trauma?” Red Hood’s voice was filled with a maliciously gleeful tone. “ ‘Cause you should hear about this one time, I was hanging out with the Joker - just chilling, y’know - and then -”

Red Hood was cut off by a grimacing Nightwing punching him in the shoulder. “Not now, okay?”

“Come on, I’m sure the gang would love to hear all the gruesome details …”

“Hood,” Batman repeated slightly more urgently. “What are you doing on the Watchtower?”

Red Hood sighed. “For the last time, I wanted to say hi to the Team. I haven’t seen these guys in ages.”

“We have never met before,” Aqualad said, confused.

Red Hood shook his head. “They don’t remember me.” He seems thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe there weren’t enough explosions.”

“Hood,” Batman continued. “You know you aren’t allowed up here without permission. Which you just had to ask for. I would have set up a time to let you see everyone.”

This time when the Team was surprised, Nightwing and Robin joined in; Their faces twin depictions of shock.

Red Hood didn’t seem to care, though. “Since when have I ever asked you for anything, old man. Besides, this way is more fun. Drama, and all that sh*t.” He sat back on the sofa. “You should have seen their faces! Best fun I’ve had since Nightwing and I got drunk in Blüdhaven a few weeks back!”

Batman whirled to Nightwing, who was looking quite sheepish. “You did what?”

Nightwing shrugged. “It had been a long night, and I was getting over a bad break up. Hood was being an outstanding citizen by aiding me in my hour of need!”

“F*** yeah, Big-Wing!”

Batman shook his head. “Hood, you aren’t of legal drinking age, there is no way you were being an outstanding citizen.”

The Team could barely keep up. Nightwing and Red Hood were close enough to get drunk together? Hood was under twenty one? Batman seemed close enough to Hood to know he was under twenty one. Well, that last one could be easily explained: he was Batman after all.

Red Hood grumbled his assent before perking up. “Hey bats, is that why you still have me down as a villain on the official League files?”

Batman seemed at a loss for words. He just employed his signature BatGlare™ on the intruder. Red Hood didn’t seem affected at all, which could easily be taken as the most surprising thing about the whole encounter. Even Superman flinched at the BatGlare™.

“Do you understand the mixed signals you’re sending me?” Hood Continued. “I mean, I’m allowed to Sunday dinner, but I’m also classified as one of the most dangerous criminals on earth?”

“Sunday dinner?” Several people asked in unison.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you think so high of me, but I changed to f***ing rubber bullets for you! Doesn’t that give me some credit? Or were you just too lazy to change it. Like Replacement over here, who still goes by Robin.”

“Yes, of course you deserve to be taken off the list. You’ve made so much progress. I’ll change your file as soon as I can.” He frowned. “And for the love of god, please call Tim by his name, or hero moniker.”

“Yeah, call me by my name, Hood!” Robin seemed to be rolling his eyes under his domino mask. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Red Hood looked appeased. “Good.” He collapsed back on the couch and continued to clean his gun.

Batman sighed. “Do you want something else?”

“Well, now that you’re asking …” Red Hood seemed exceptionally sly. “It is getting a bit boring in here.” he paused as if to think. “Hey! We should throw a party! "

Batman glowered. "No. The last time I let you have a party, the Bat cave was covered in glitter for three days straight!"

“You’ve held parties in the Batcave?” Aqualad asked.

Red Good sighed and shook his head. "Good times, good times. But you forget that that glitter was purple. I wasn’t completely to blame!”

Batman sighed once more, while Robin sat up straight.

“Is that why Spoiler didn’t come to the house for a week?”

Nightwing nodded. “Yup. She was too scared to see Agent A. Though she wouldn’t mind yelling at B.”

“And flip him off while doing so.” Red Hood sighed contentedly. “I taught her well.”

“You didn’t teach her anything!” Nightwing contradicted. “She’s been flipping people off since before you returned to Gotham! She gave the single-fingered salute B when they first met - with a smile on her face!”

The Team wondered who could be so brave, none of them were.

Red Hood seemed overjoyed. “Really? Why haven’t I heard about this before! How did Batsy react?”

“Like a deer in headlights,” Robin replied, smirking.

Red Hood began to clap. “She makes the Robin legacy proud, doesn’t she?”

“Does that mean this girl was a Robin?�� Rocket asked.

“Batman reacted like a deer in headlights?” Captain Marvel added.

Nightwing nodded sardonically. “Yes, because pissing off Batman is exactly what I had in mind when I started Robin.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, Golden Boy,” Red Hood snorted, “You’ve swung off of and broken enough chandeliers for it to be coincidance.”

Nightwing grimaced. “So there have been some casualties.”

Batman shook his head. “Casualties?”

Robin nodded quite seriously. “Of course, B. How else would you know to get gymnastic equipment?”

“He could have asked. Instead I had to spend thousands of dollars every time Nightwing decided he wanted to try some new trapeze routine.” Batman shook his head. “Why do all of you decide it's your job to vandalize my home?”

Robin raised his hands. “Hey, I didn’t destroy anything important!”

“No, you just randomly got rid of my computers when you decided we needed an upgrade.”

“Well we did!”

“Hah! I’ve never done any permanent damage to your house!” Red Hood seemed very self satisfied.

Batman, Nightwing, and Robin paused for a moment, thinking.

“That,” Robin said, “Is truly depressing.”

“Hn,” Batman replied.

“Good job Hood,” Nightwing said, “You have managed not to disappoint B in one field.”

Red Hood seemed to roll his eyes. “Don’t worry, I make up for it in all the other ways!”

“Can someone PLEASE explain to me what’s going on?” Garfield asked, bouncing in place.

All the bats turned to look at him in unison, causing the kid to shrink back and hide behind M’gann. A moment later, though, Red Hood sighed audibly. He reached up and felt for some hidden latches in his hamlet. There was a click and he pulled it off. Underneath was a red domino mask. He reached up and pulled that off next.

There were several gasps from the OG Team. The man before them was older, his jaw-line matured, scars littering his face. He had a white streak in his hair and blue eyes rimmed with a pulsing poisonous green. But they still recognized him.

“What?” Zattanna whispered, her eyes wide.

“You’re …” Conner began,shocked, “You’re alive?”

“How?” Rocket asked. “You were dead.”

In unison, the five people who knew the stranger turned to Nightwing.

“You said you wouldn’t fake any more deaths!” M’gann announced, anger flowing through her.

“How could you, Dick?” Kaldur asked, frowning insteansly. “No more secrets, you promised.”

Nightwing sighed. “I had no part in this, let me tell you. It was the Al Ghuls. We didn’t find out till a year ago.”

“That’s still a year you took to tell us!” Conner glared.

Nightwing shrugged. “It was extenuating circumstances, alright? Not completely my choice.”

Seeing that questioning Dick would be fruitless, Zatanna turned back to the Red Hood. “how are you alive?”

He grinned. “The Lazarus Pit does wonders for the skin, let me tell you.”

This brought a stir throughout the room. Everyone had heard of the legendary substance that granted Ra’s Al Ghul immortality.

“Someone still needs to tell me who this is,” Cassie said, her hands on her hips.

Batman sighed. “Everyone, this is Jason Peter Todd, my son, and the second Robin.”

Everyone who didn’t already know blinked several times.

“The hologram in the park?” Jaime asked. “The one who was killed by the Joker?”

“The very one!” Jason grinned. “Nice to know some people know me.”

“I thought there were only two Robins?” La'gaan stated more than asked with a frown.

In unison, Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, and even Superman started to laugh.

“Oh kid,” Jason said, grabbing his sides, “you’re adorable!”

“Only two Robins,” Superman said, grinning, “Batman wishes.”

Nightwing was choking with laughter, but once he’d calmed down, he looked at La’gaan again, and proceeded to break down again.

“Two Robins?!” Robin looked in awe, “Wow, now that’s a thought.”

“I’m sorry?” La'gaan asked. He didn’t look sorry.

“There have been five Robins,” Red Hood explained after a moment, “Six if you count that new kid. But that whole thing was kinda weird.”

“Six?!” several people announced, and looked at Batman, who nodded.

“How come we’ve never met them?” M’gann asked, “Nightwing, how could you not have told us?”

“You haven’t met them ‘cause most of the bats stick to Gotham,” Robin answered, “there hasn’t a need to drag everyone up here. Let alone the Robins.”

“Wait,” Zattanna said, “There are more bats?”

NIghtwing laughed again. “Oh boy, you guys really know nothing? Do any of you pay attention to Gotham?” There were several sheepish smirks, and Nightwing sighed. “Artemis is the only one who actually gets this, isn’t she?”

Jason frowned. “I wish she was here today, I wanted to say high.” he then looked at the still confused faces of the hero community. He stood up dramatically, as if about to start a grand speech.“Okay, rundown. You know Batman, obviously. Dicky-bird over there was the first Robin. I was the second. Then you have Timbo who was the third-”

“Was?” several people asked.

“I still go by Robin up here ‘cause it's easier-”

“He’s too lazy to change his codes, we already established this,” Jason interrupted, glaring, “After him you have Robin four, that was for the time that Tim’s dad banned him from the roll. Then he died, and she died, so Tim was back to being Robin.” he ignored the several open mouthed faces and persevered, “then you have the little gremlin who’s currently Robin. He’s the ‘bloodson’ which he takes very seriously, so don’t tell him that just because daddybats over there and Talia Al Ghul hooked up means that he’s the F***ing savior.” Everyone turned to stare at Batman.

“Talia Al Ghul?” Jaime asked, “Isn’t she an assassin?”

“Yup!” Nightwing announced, drawing attention onto him. “And the kid’s a cutie!”

Tim scoffed. “That’s not half the bats though,” he pointed out. “You have Batwoman, Batwing … hey, Azrael counts, right?”

“I mean,” Dick said, “He was Batman at one point, and lives in Gotham so yeah. He’d probably not want to be called that though.”

Jason laughed. “He and Leslie think we’re all crazy. I mean, they’re right, but still.”

Tim laughed. “Yup! Then you have the batgirls, number one, you guys know her. She’s Oracle now, a behind the scenes tech support goddess. Then Batgirl number two, she goes by Black Bat now, takes care of Hong Kong when she’s not visiting home and being the favorite child.”

Batman frowned. “I don’t have favor-”

“You do.” All three former Robins said in unison.

“So yeah,” Dick continued, “She’s awesome. Easily kicks our butts - including B! But after her you have Spoiler, the third Batgirl, and fourth Robin. After her there’s Catwoman -” there were several gasps. “Oh yeah, she and Bats are totally a thing - have been for years. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw their flirting! There was this one time when I was Robin, I was supposed to case a building while B went after Cat, right? Well when i got there, they were already half-”

“That’s enough.” Batman growled, and Nightwing grinned.

“Moving on!” Jason announced, “since we all have horrible memories of batcat freaky roof time, you have Huntress, and Blue Bird. Then The Signal - he was kinda a half Robin, in a gang war sort of way. But that’s not important. He’s the only meta protege of batsy’s, and if that doesn’t scream second favorite child, I don’t know what does!”

“You allow metas in Gotham now?!” Garfield asked.

“No.” all the bats announced in unison.

“Signal is the exception, and if you met him, you’d understand. Easily the sanest out of all of us.” Jason explained with a wink.

“Relatively the sanest!” Tim announced. “He literally jumped out of a police car, of a bridge, into the Gotham river, while saying ‘I am Robin. Plus, he handled the demon spawn on a rampage. He’s just as crazy as the rest of us.”

“None of this explains why we haven’t met these people!” Connor said.

Batman sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll set up a meeting, check out who’s in town and such. Not today though, there’s a drug bust going down and no one’s available. Besides, they don’t even know what’s going on up here.”

Jason let out an awkward cough, and sat gingerly down on the couch. He seemed … guilty?

“Jason.” Batman growled in warning.

“I’m sorry, B!” Jason said, despite looking more along the lines of gleeful. “Blondie asked what I was doing today, and you know how hard it is to lie to her!”

Batman groaned - honest to gosh groaned! - and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s on her way right now, isn’t she?”

Jason shrugged. “She said something about grabbing snacks.”

Tim groaned. “We’re all dead.”

“What’s going on?” M’gann asked, “Why would this be bad?”

Dick sighed. “Spoiler is just … special.”

As if on cue, the door to the room crashed open dramatically, smoke seeping in. A purple clad figure stood dramatically in its wake, her cape swirling and arms raised over her head. She held two boxes of Munchkins in each fist.

“What’s up B*tches?” She asked. “I brought donuts!”

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 4 years ago

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Scars: Year four, Chapter fourteen

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Implied self harm, implied Suicide attempt

She woke up to Kiya and Jamal Lupin jumping all over her legs and shouting Happy Christmas before Remus pulled her head back to his collarbone and told them to bugger off for ten more minutes.

Y/n sighed deeply when the two had left and she went to bury her head into Remus scar-filled chest.

After a full, quiet minute of peaceful silence Marabella walked in and pulled the unsuspecting girl off of her dear friend to find her in one of Remus's shirts and a pair of socks.

" Oh come one Mare, five more minutesssss."

" No.

" We are putting clothes on you and talking in my bedroom because Jamal and I went through your clothes yesterday and saw you didn't have anything Christmas-ie and I don't trust you to change in the same room as my brother. You could've done better Y/n, yet you chose Remus."

The half dazed girl looked up long enough to see her crack an amused smirk at Remus.

" Hey!"

As Mare pulled Y/n out of the bedroom with her small assortment of essential clothing she also came to ruffle Remus's hair on the way out as he was leaning against the bedroom's doorway in pajama pants without a shirt. " Sorry baby bro."

Once Mare had Y/n in her bedroom she looked the girl up and down, grimaced, and chucked a pair of the girls pants at her head.

" Put some pants on L/n."

Her voice had a teasing tone to it and it made Y/n blush. She grasped the pants and started pulling them on as words came out of her mouth.

" Mare shut up. I took a shower and passed out before I could put pants on so Remus just carried me to the bed okay. Stop making things out like that Mare."

The elder girl simply replied by locking the bedroom door and shooting the younger one a sly smirk.

" Don't worry kid, I won't make remarks about your boyfriend in front of the family. But for now, let's get some clothing on you so we can open presents."

Mare's words confused Y/n.

The girl had never seen what a normal family acted like so she had also never thought that the Lupins would give her anything.

Yeah sure, Remus and the boys had given her stuff on Christmas before but they were the boys. They are her friends, her family, but that's different than a real one.

" Wait- I get presents?"

The older red haired girl turned and moved over to Y/n, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders and forcing her to look up.

" Listen to me kid. I know that things in your family are rough, and that you've probably never had a real relationship with your parents. But Y/n, you are loved, we love you. I Do Not Care what your mother tells you, because you are you. And we love you okay. Don't believe anything else." ____________________________

" Mum mum mum mum mum mum mu-'

" Yes dear?"

Hope Lupin's face showed agitation at her child's constant pestering. Y/n looked over her glass of water to see Kya jumping up and down in her seat, breakfast forgotten.

" Can we open presents yet mum? Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeee?"

Hope looked down at the girls plate before her eyes moved back up to meet Kiya's.

" Finish your breakfast and we can."

Remus was absentmindedly wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulder as she slide closer to Remus on the bench her, him, Mare and her girlfriend had been sitting at the table. The slightly taller boy rubbed her arm subconsciously. ____________________________

By the time the children had finally made their ways to the carpet beside the tree the two little ones looked about to burst off their seams.

Jamal and Kiya were sitting next each other closest to the small tree, Hope and Lyall across from them while Y/n sat in between Sirius and Remus, Remus' arm wrapped around her waist as Mare sat in her girlfriends lap on the floor by the feet of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter where they sat on the couch; James on the other side of Sirius.

Hope gingerly grabbed a small box, read the name tag and passed it back to where Remus and Y/n were sitting. Remus passed it to Y/n and Hope continued to pass things out. Eventually, she had every gift passed out, around five-eight per person.

Kiya and Jamal tore theirs open first and foremost before anyone could lay out a single objection.

Kiya received a new army jacket as a joint gift from Y/n and Remus, new hair-band holders from Mare and her Girlfriend, a book of games her mum and dad, a drawing from Jamal and a new set of army-men from The Potters.

Jamal, after opening his gifts, almost passed out from excitement. The boy received a new classical puffy pink princess dress from Hope and Lyall, a new set of tiaras from Mare and her Girlfriend, new coloring books from Y/n, a new set of sparkly crayons and markers from Remus and a drawing from Kiya.

The boy soon ran around the small area the group had been sitting at and delivered hugs to everyone in the room with glee.

Hope received a few new sets of kitchen things while Lyall was gifted a few other things. Mares girlfriend, Juliette, had been given a new set of pens and colored pencils and a drawing from Kiya and Jamal each.

Y/n and Remus had given James a hug as his present, what they liked to tell James was called a "Joint gift", Padfoot had given James a tiny, handmade broomstick, the boy's parents had given him- something of which he has decided he will not dispose details of. Sirius had been given multiple new motor-jackets and gel for his hair along with ponytail holders and two drawings.

Remus started to open his gifts and found that he had gotten two new books from James, a new set of sweaters from his mum that he just knew Y/n would be stealing before soon, another book, yet this time from Sirius, a set of socks from the Potters, a shoulder pat from Mare, he rolled his eyes at this one. Yet, as he opened the last one he noticed that the only people paying attention were Y/n, Sirius and James.

So, the boy decided to just stop the hurriedness and simply take his time opening Y/n's gift to him. Inside, once opened, were three books. One of them, The Tales of Beetle the Bard, a book he'd been wanting; another one, a small, thin book with instructions for how to correctly make Wolfsbane; and the last one, a book of how to make cookies, chocolate chip cookies with his favorite kind of chocolate. The boy gently placed down the books before engulfing the girl in a gigantic hug, making her wince slightly, but not enough that she didn't return it.

When the boy released, he immediately pulled the girl back into another hug, a gentler one. " your turn y/n..."

His whispering voice sent shivers down her spine.

The girl retracted slightly and went to pulling her small array of gifts open, completely ignorant to James and Sirius's suggestive eyes. The first box she pulled open, had been two hand-knit sweaters from Mrs. Lupin.

Remus nudged her side with a sly grin, " Guess you can't be stealin' mine anymore."

She shook her head with a fake sigh, " Alas Remus, you underestimate me..."

The next box she opened was from Sirius. As she opened the paper and pulled out a yellow book. " World Holidays?" The boy reached over and plucked the book out of her hands, twirling it over a few times, " So you can celebrate something everyday!"

Y/n moved over and hugged Sirius tightly, her head to his chest as he rubbed her arm and awkwardly patted her back. ____________________________

" Y/n, before you go to bed I need to give you something else."

Remus sat by his desk and stared out the window while Y/n was changing into a sweater James had given her and some leggings Mare had gifted to her as well. " Okay Remus. Whatcha got for me?"

The girl had swiftly moved over to where Remus had been sitting with his legs spread by the desk. Remus patted his leg and motioned for Y/n to set down on it. She sat down carefully on the boys thigh and Remus wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to his body as he grabbed a small, beautifully wrapped box and handed it to the girl.

" What is it Rem?"

Remus laughed lightly before sitting up slightly and shaking it in her face.

" You have to open it up to see N/n."

The girl bit her lip slightly and leaned back on Remus' shoulder when he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind again. Y/n went to pull the wrapping off and soon found herself looking into a clear, plastic container with a red rubber bracelet. She pulled it out of the container and moved it around in her hand, soon finding a picture of the semicolon on the inside part of the bracelet.

Her breath stilled, her eyes stopped moving, the world seemed to pause on her.

The last time she'd ever seen the symbol in a situation like this was when her elder sister had gotten one on her shoulder blade.

And to think Remus knew what it meant to her made her world stop in place.

She was snapped out of her phase as she felt Remus lift the bracelet out of her hands and move to put it on her left wrist, the one that was littered with old and new self-harm wounds.

" So the next time you go and try to do anything bad to yourself you know I'm here for you. And to remind you that you survived the pain two times before, to remind you that you'll make it out again this time too."

She broke down in tears because of the onrush of memories and emotions in Remus' grasp.

One of the few places where she felt at home. ____________________________

" You ready to go Y/n?"

" No, I'll never be ready to leave your home. It's the only place where I got to experience a real family relationship. But if your asking whether or not I'm ready to leave back to Hogwarts then yes, I am."

" Y/n it's the end of the school year and I'm being serious here, are you ready to go back to your house?"

" No Sirius, No." ____________________________ Ha. Also, there were like three parts of this chapter where my dirtyass mind too over and I was just like- w h y Also, not my best works but, yeah I ran out of excuses- __________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

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multi-fandom-shipper-20 · 5 years ago

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Red & White - Part 1 of the Crowning Glory series on AO3.

SOLELY FOR SWAN QUEEN SHIPPERS! CAPTAIN SWAN SHIPPERS ONLY READ IF YOU WANT TO CRY.

Taking in a sharp breath, Emma tried to calm her racing heart; she glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and internally groaned when she saw it read three am. Beside her, Killian still snoring softly, blissfully unaware of Emma’s own internal conflict. Four-hundred and fifty miles away in Storybrooke, Regina leant against the doorframe to Henry’s bedroom which remained empty since his departure to College. Taking a deep breath and a sip of coffee, Regina softly padded her way down to her office but on her way there she paused as she noticed that Henry had left a photo of herself, Henry and Emma, it was the last photo that they had taken together before Henry and Emma had left to their new lives. Emma knew there was no point in trying to get back to sleep so she slung on her jacket and grabbed her car keys then she proceeded to run down the stairs to the car, dove into the driver's seat and raced off to the one place she knew she’d get an honest answer. When Regina had freshened and smartened up, she decided to visit Granny’s for a late breakfast. “Everything okay, Madam Mayor?” Ruby questioned as she watched the woman cautiously, sensing that she hadn’t gotten much sleep again last night. “I was just busy catching up on things” Regina smiled politely in return as she proceeded to eat her breakfast. “Maybe you should go and talk to Archie about the ‘things’ that are keeping you up all night” Ruby suggested as she turned around to clean the other tables. Emma stopped the car just outside the town line, got out and took a deep breath. Looking down at her empty hands she knew that she could either give them a heads up by using her magic or she could just drive and hope for the best. She decided that the latter would be for the best. Getting back in the car, Emma drove to her parents house. “Emma!” Snow exclaimed as she opened her front door. “Hi Mom” Emma smiled sheepishly, maybe she should have just waited until she knew that her parents would have been awake and just called. “Come in! You must be starving” Snow smiled as she ushered her daughter into the kitchen. “Emma? Is everything okay? Where’s Hook?” David questioned as he scooped up a crawling Neal. “That’s actually why I’m here” Emma sighed as she sat down at the breakfast bar. “Is everything alright?” Snow questioned her brow furrowed in concern. “I think I’ve made a mistake in marrying Killian” Emma spoke as she fiddled with her necklace, not making eye contact with either of her parents. “What are you trying to tell us? Whatever it is we’ll support you” David encouraged as he strapped Neal into his high chair. “Mom, Dad, I think the reason I can’t continue to be married to Killian is because… well because I’m gay” Emma whispered, fearful of her parents reaction. “I told you” Now you owe me fifty bucks” Snow smirked triumphantly. “Wait, are you two betting on me?” Emma exclaimed in surprise and in a little bit of shock. “Hang on, Snow. It’s not over yet. Do you have anything else to say, Emma?” David questioned,

That all knowing twinkle in his eyes. “And, I think I’m in love with Regina” Emma admitted as she blushed at her confession. “Told you, you owe me fifty bucks and we’re even” David chuckled as he watched Snow’s expression change. “I can’t believe you two bet on me” Emma grumbled as she took a bite of the breakfast. As Regina walked around the town, a cup of coffee in hand, she was about to take a sip as something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. It was the yellow Volkswagen Beetle that was once a monumental symbol in her life. “Emma?” Regina whispered to herself taken aback by the sight before her. For a moment Regina hesitated, she wasn’t sure if she should pay her a visit then she remembered that Captain Guyliner might be there so she decided against it and returned home to finish the paperwork. “Are you a hundred percent sure that you don’t want to rest before you go and see Regina?” Snow questioned as she put the dishes into the dishwasher.”If I do that, I think I’d lose the nerve to tell her how I truly feel.” Emma shrugged as she pulled on the shirt of Regina’s that Henry had stolen for her to borrow the first time Emma stepped in Storybrooke. “She has a point, Snow. She can rest when she gets back” David hummed as he changed Neal’s diaper. Regina had forgotten just how big and how lonely the Mayor's Mansion was without the sound of a child's laughter filling the air. It was times like these when she missed Henry, that's why she threw herself into her work so much because it gave her something to focus on. She was startled when she heard the doorbell ring, pausing what she was doing, Regina got up from behind her desk and proceeded with caution to answering the door. She was surprised to find Emma stood on her doorstep in the borrowed (and never returned) shirt. Regina was about to ask "To what do I owe this honor?" but Emma kissed her before she could get the words out. They both stayed like that for a moment before Regina pulled away. "Emma, what on earth do you think you're doing?!" She whisper shouted in shock. "Well, I had this whole speech about how much I love you and how I have loved you since I first arrived in Storybrooke to return Henry home but then I saw you for the first time in, well, what feels like forever and you just looked so damn good I just couldn't resist." Emma rambled barely giving Regina a chance to process it all. Without thinking, Regina instinctively kissed Emma again, this time making sure to pull her in and closing the front door. When the pair finally decided to break for breath they were both panting heavily. "Maybe you should have just gone with 'I think we need to talk'" Regina chuckled as she took in the situation. "And I think I should have told you a long time ago and I would have if I had known that kissing you would be so exhilarating" Emma laughed as she leant against one of the pillars by the front door for support. "What about you and Captain Guyliner? Aren't you two still married?" Regina asked as she too stepped away from Emma in order to breathe. "That's just a technicality. There are several reasons why I married him but the only reason that matters in this moment is because I thought that he would make me happy. In the time we have spent together in New York being married I haven't once felt happy not like I do when I'm with you. I also realised very quickly that he and I don't have the same level of trust as we do so when these little faults started circulating I started comparing you both and I noticed that the main person who was always there for me was you. Each time I saved your life, you saved mine in return. You entered the Underworld, lost your magic and sacrificed so much just because you thought it would make me happy. But I should have noticed this sooner and for that, hurting you the way I did by marrying Hook, I am so sorry." "You're here now and that's all that matters. We still have plenty of time just to be us. And I guess I should apologise too, I only pursued Robin because I thought I could hide my feelings for you to let you be happy with Hook" Regina confessed as she took Emma's hand in her own. "Look at us, we both tried hiding our feelings and look where it got us" Emma laughed as she pulled Regina close enough to hug her. "Do you want some Apple Cider?" Regina smiled as she leaned back so that she could see Emma better. "Got anything stronger?" Emma chuckled remembering the last time she had said those words. The pair then proceeded to Regina's office, both holding a glass of scotch. "How did the Charming brood take it when you told them?" Regina questioned as she settled into her chair. "Surprisingly well. Did you know they were betting on us? Also with the fact that Dad won." Emma answered as she settled into a chair opposite. "That sneaky-. Well I guess he feels pretty smug about it now" Regina grumbled as she crossed her arms. "It's not his fault! You're the one who told The Mad Hatter that you wanted to get me tasting your forbidden fruit so that's on you!" Emma laughed as she watched Regina's eyes widen at realisation of what Emma had just said. "I didn't tell anyone but Jefferson that! How the hell do you know?!" "I guess he told your mother" "That bitch." The pair carried on just chatting for a few more hours realising that they had both fallen in love with each other around the same time but were both too stubborn to admit it. “It’s getting late. I should probably head back to Mom and Dad’s for the night before I head back to get my stuff before seeing about moving back permanently home.” Emma yawned as she stood up ready to leave. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? I’m sure they’ve got enough on their hands with Neal and if you feel like it there’s plenty of empty bedroom’s here you could have” Regina suggested as she too stood up. “Regina, I don’t want to impose” Emma sighed exhaustion clearly taking its toll. “Don’t consider it imposing, Emma. Consider it a temporary base.” Regina bargained as she moved around the desk. “I guess one night won’t hurt” Emma smirked as she caught Regina’s eye, a spark shared between them.

#once upon a time #emma swan #regina mills #regina and emma #swan queen #swan queen is endgame #swan mills #captain hook (mentioned)#Prince Charming #snow white #prince neal #neal nolan #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard

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ladyvegeets · 6 years ago

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Uncharted Waters -2-

Written for 2019 Brolai-week hosted by @saiyan--tales.

-2: Casual / Scars-

Cheelai led them towards a stall selling clothing and other wearable souvenirs. It was going to be a challenge finding anything in Broly’s size, especially without the engineering of the Frieza Force’s incredibly stretchy suits. But Broly wasn’t the only big alien in the universe. Surely they could find something.

“What have you got in our sizes?” Cheelai asked the squid-faced stall handler.

It eyed them over but if it had any qualms about their Frieza gear, it kept them to itself. Long purple tentacles slunk up to the roof of the stall where its items hung and started pulling a few options down. It offered her a skimpy yellow two-piece swimsuit.

Cheelai’s face seized in horror. “Uh… I was thinking something more casual.”

The handler frowned but put the bikini aside and fished out some casual-wear for bipedal mammalians to peruse.

“What do you like?” Cheelai asked her tall companion.

Broly wasn’t even looking, his attention drawn elsewhere down the beach where he people-watched.

Not a fashionista then, not unless it came to Ba’s ear. Cheelai dug through their choices until she found a large charcoal-blue top with long sleeves that looked like it might fit him. It was lightweight, and had a cute picture of the beach on the front with the planetoid’s name written in the galactic alphabet. She held it up to Broly’s shoulders to gauge its fit.

“What do you think, big guy? Would you like to wear this?”

He glanced down. “I am comfortable as I am.”

“I know that, but we’re trying to be a little less obvious here with what we’re wearing.”

He frowned and his hand defensively curled over the knot of Ba’s ear.

“Oh, not that. You can still wear Ba,” she reassured. “But our armor is making us stick out like sore thumbs.”

Broly looked down at his hands, puzzling over his thumbs while Cheelai took matters into her own hands. She gathered some clothes and thrust them at the handler. “We’ll take these, please!”

After settling their debt, she led Broly by the wrist closer the water. Dozens of people had already set up picnic blankets to relax and watch the sun go down.

Broly let Cheelai lead the way, taking the opportunity to watch couples and young families walk the beach hand-in-hand — or whatever passed for hands among their species. He looked down at his own, Cheelai’s white-gloved fingers wrapped about his wrist-guard.

“Here should do!” she announced, coming to a stop. He almost walked into the back of her.

From the bag of newly bought goodies, Cheelai fished out a towel and fluffed it out, laying it down on the sand. She pulled off her boots before sitting cross-legged at one end, and beckoned for Broly to join her. His sheer size — and the towel designed for one — meant they had to sit knee-to-knee.

“I hope this all fits. It’s a shame they didn’t have pants in your size” — his had ripped during his battle on Earth — “Those prices though, wow. Remind me to get into the tourism industry,” she said conversationally as she sorted the clothes. Broly smiled listening to her. The sound of her voice was pleasant, even if he didn’t always understand everything she said. His father had rarely spoken, and when he did it was mostly to bark orders or rant about King Vegeta and injustice.

…Vampa had been a quiet and joyless place.

Cheelai finished sorting her newly bought items. Grabbing the hem of her breast plate in both hands, she pulled it off in one smooth gesture, the armor stretching over her curves and revealing her simple purple top beneath. She placed the plate on the sand, soon followed by her gloves and socks. Somehow it made a big difference in her appearance. Without her armor she looked so… small. Easily breakable. Broly felt his brow furrow against an uneasy sensation stirring his gut.

“I’m going to change,” she announced, grabbing her bundle of new clothes in her arms and standing up.

Broly stood with her.

“Oh no, you can stay. I’ll be right back.” She started jogging up the beach. The uneasy feeling grew worse the further she went. Broly’s fists curled at his sides. Half-way up the beach, Cheelai turned on her heel and gave him a big grin and a wave. “Watch our stuff, okay big guy?”

His stomach eased, and his hands relaxed. He watched her the rest of the way to where little changing shacks and restrooms had been set up for public use. When Cheelai disappeared inside one, he finally sunk back to the towel, cross-legged and back upright.

She wanted him to guard. He was good at that. His father had him do it a lot.

The breeze was gentle on his skin, tugging at his hair much more pleasantly than the howling winds of Vampa usually did. The sand here was soft and white, not the coarse yellow-brown of home. There were no giant killer beetles, and the place was lush with vegetation and water. Never could Broly have imagined that such a place existed. He never had the chance to.

Nearby, two people cuddled on a blanket. The bigger of them was threading a flower into the smaller one’s hair as they stared adoringly into each other eyes.

It made him think of Cheelai’s eyes. They were pink. He had never seen pink before, or purple, until he met her. He didn’t even know what the words for those were until he’d brought them up to his father on Frieza’s ship. It had been a shock to learn Paragus already knew them.

“They’re just colors, Broly, what does it matter? How would it have helped your training any?”

Broly had let the matter drop, but it had bothered him ever since. How much of the universe had his father known yet never bothered to share with him?

Cheelai and Lemo weren’t like that. They didn’t tell him to shut up and train. They took their time, carefully teaching him new concepts and encouraging him to ask questions. Lemo gave the clearest explanations, but Cheelai’s were the most interesting and passionate, her pink eyes burning with emotion when she spoke of things that really excited her. Her moods were contagious, and Broly often found himself seeking her out over Lemo.

She was nice to be around. She didn’t leave him feeling that heavy anxiety he carried with him when at his father’s side, ever fearful of criticism or an electric bolt. When he was with Cheelai, he felt… at ease. Accepted.

Happy.

Someone got too close to the towel. Broly narrowed his eyes, muscles tensing, and glared at the person who dared encroach on his territory. The alien did a double-take and nearly stumbled over its own feet, scurrying to give Broly and towel a wide berth. Broly relaxed and enjoyed the sun and breeze, watching the cuddly couple on the blanket until Cheelai returned.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Cheelai dropped her purple outfit on the towel, newly dressed in cut-off shorts and a loose pale pink t-shirt. It had a wide scoop neck and hung half-off her shoulder, a little beach image printed on the front with symbols he couldn’t read. “Hey, you didn’t put yours on yet?” she asked.

“Mine?”

She plopped down in front of him, her tiny green toes pressing to his legs. She picked up the dark long sleeved top. “This. Let’s get it on you.”

Without fuss, she took his arms into her lap and tugged off his wrist guards. He allowed it without complaint. It reminded him of when she and Lemo first arrived back on Vampa. She had insisted on patching up the worst of his injuries. He had still been in shock then, deeply troubled after everything that had happened. Losing his father, his friends, most of his memories… He’d been forced back to Vampa to nurse his wounds without knowing if he would see anyone ever again.

Without knowing if any of it had even been real.

It had been an unpleasant few days.

Cheelai and Lemo had been very patient with him on their return. Cheelai spoke to him as normal, her voice a lifeline in his distress. She talked to him about this and that, treating his wounds and encouraging him to respond by asking about his scars. He liked the sensation of her hands on him. They were so gentle. Soothing.

“One of those bugs did this to you?” she had asked, ghosting her fingertips over the large scar on his pectoral.

He had nodded, watching her delicate fingers on his body. Her touch had been so light it made his skin prickle.

“Arms!”

Broly snapped back to the present, seeing Cheelai holding up the long-sleeved top. He lifted his arms, and she slipped the top over him, laughing when his head got stuck in the collar. “There you are.”

Smoothing the top down his front, she cocked her head to get a better look at him. The picture on his top matched the one on her t-shirt. This pleased him.

“Well, it’s a bit snug, but still. Very handsome,” she said.

“What is handsome?”

Her eyes widened, and a soft pink blossomed over her face. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he liked the look on her.

“Ah, well…” Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked down and replied, “It means, you look nice.”

He followed the line of sight to their bare feet, his easily twice the size of hers. There was another piece of clothing resting on the towel: a small cap which matched the color of his top. It was no flower, but he carefully put it on her head, tucking a few stray strands of her hair into place under it.

“Very handsome,” he announced, looking into her eyes.

Cheelai turned red. She tugged the cap low to hide her face as her toes curled against his shins. For some feeling he had no name for, he smiled.

~xoXox~

#ladyvegeets #brolaiweek2019 #uncharted waters #brolai #broly #cheelai #casual #scars #day 2 #brolai2019 #beach #festival #fluff #fanfic

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jhara-ivez · 5 years ago

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Childhood (part 1)

Jhara Ivez, born on 15. 12. 8210 after starfall near the western plains. So it stood on a small piece of paper somewhere buried in the collections of the temple. But it was wrong in two ways. First of all, the place actually had a name, but the temple obviously attached so little importance to the small nest that it was omitted without further ado. Secondly, there could not have been a legal Jhara Ivez in 8210 after starfall, because it was not until 8211 that a man appeared in office and duly indicated that his wife had given birth to a son at 3 p.m. on the aforementioned day. The son had been given the name Jhara. The real father was unknown. The man stated that he intended to adopt him. Not a problem. The fewer hungry mouths landed on the street, the better. The official in charge noted at the bottom of the form "undercrossed because of writing disability".

There is not much to say about the place of birth itself. It lies between jungle and sandy desert, near the Makhidh, the biggest lake of the Southrealm. All in all not a very significant piece of land. It has produced no great thinkers or warriors, no great landowners and no merchant lords. There was no temple, but several shrines had been built by the temple authorities. What was found here was the inconspicuous gold of the society: woodworkers and farmers, fishermen, small craftsmen and herdsmen. 15 people in total. They lived their days indifferently and patiently and when they talked to each other, the conversations were about chicken eggs, sandstorms, the full moon and its influence on the harvest and beetle plagues.

8217 Jhara was called by his father. No different than one did with his dogs. Jhara trotted over. There was always something to do for him on the farm. Cutting weeds, picking and collecting fruit, moving cattle to the pasture, chasing birds out of the flowerbed, driving the handcart to the field and bringing food to his parents, walking to the next farmer with a message, twisting yarn, feeding chickens, raking sand or watering horses. Today goat slaughter took place. Daddy was already there. The goat who was supposed to die today was called Lina. Daddy slapped the animal's backside and talked to him while he tied the goat's hind legs with a rope. She had to stand still, otherwise it wouldn't work. It was quite simple in itself. Put a bolt on her forehead and hit it with the hammer. Daddy hit accurately, the goat fell over. Jhara flinched. A few seconds later Daddy started with the preparation. Splashes of warm blood hit Jhara's naked lower legs.

Gods. Mother's gods, Daddy's creator. Both had names and temples and didn't care much about people, and that was a good thing, because dealing with something, especially with so many at once, was work. And work was something for people and only for people. The priests or the shamans were responsible for the conversation with the gods. And the shamans from Arazeal were teachers and doctors at the same time, and the priests from the Southrealm were... Jhara did not know exactly. Perhaps they were just priests. Anyway, the similarities already stopped there. When you made a sacrifice to the gods of his mother, it was to please them. And then you had a good harvest or many foals or calves. But when you brought a sacrifice to the Creator, a beautiful chicken for example, it was received so angrily as if it were the worst evil. "The Creator does not want you or your gifts! The Creator is disgusted by us and therefore we must repent in our lives," Daddy said. Jhara thought that the Creator had to be a rather bitter God, but when he once said it out loud, Daddy said: "He who does not pay homage to the Creator must die". And he said it so that Jhara did not doubt the seriousness of his words.

8220 Daddy didn't know any songs. Jhara thought it was strange. Mother knew a lot of them and she sang them whenever she was out in the field. But never when Daddy was present. Maybe he didn't like singing. Daddy didn't know any stories either. Not like mother. Mother had a book hidden under a loose floorboard. Some pages were so loose and tattered that you couldn't see what was once written there. But Jhara knew the stories by heart anyway.

Jhara cried out. Less out of pain, he had slowly become insensitive to it, but because it was part of the ritual. "I'll teach you a lesson, kid! A scorpion in my bed! I can't believe it!" With the horse whip on the fingers. "Get out of here!" At least 5 hours until the father remembered that his son was missing. Jhara sat down near the house on a big stone and looked at his bleeding fingers. It was already dark, but in the bright moonlight he clearly saw the scratches and reddening. In the house he heard things fall to the ground. And the father's angry yelling. But that was all alright. The whip was the symbol of fatherly discipline in the house. Father said that sin was deeply rooted in man. The chastisement was therefore rooted in the divine education. The pain talked to the soul and if it hurt, then only because Father loved him and hoped that he would improve.

8223 The wind that came from the sea stirred the blossoming trees and caressed the young storks in their nests, and it filled the sails and pushed the ships on the horizon. It blew over the paddock and the young foal puffed his nostrils and stomped and ran towards him. It was such a beautiful animal, Jhara could have looked at it for hours. It was the foal of her mare Mayla and had her soft eyes and rusty red colour. The horses in Nehrim were all light and courageous, with a slender neck and beautiful head. They were obedient and knew no fear. But his mother said the most beautiful horses on Vyn were the Qyrans. Fiery, spirited, graceful and fast like deer. It was a great pleasure to parade with them in brocade and silk in the white squares of the cities. But they were weak. They did not pull wagons. And they died, harnessed in front of a plough. They were too tender and too nervous for the war. When one brought one of these horses to the colder continents, they were like the Qyranian girls - they did not settle in, they were sickly, they were homesick and died of longing for the desert sun. Only the horses in the north had it worse, mother had said. A few riding horses would probably have room in the fortresses, but horses needed more than a dark, damp stable in some cellar, more than brackish water and dry straw. Jhara didn't know the north, and he didn't want to get to know it. But the big city? Ostian? That surely was something he wanted to see.

Jhara roamed the meadows. He had barely escaped Father. His father wanted to send him to pick figs again and there would be trouble later if he caught him. Jhara would have loved to go to the horses but his father knew he had to look there first. Instead Jhara wandered towards the Reshar. Nobody went there voluntarily. He had once heard that the temple brought the dead there. They dumped them and the vultures and the heat took care of the rest. He sat down on a steep slope and dangled his legs. It was hot this time of year, the sun was high in the sky and swallows flew deep above him. In the distance, he could see a few small plainstriders. Jhara thought of what would happen if they sensed him. Nothing. What should change really. What was the difference - smashing a fly or a plainstrider biting a man's head off. There were lots of flies, people too. What was the whining about when one was missing? Maybe what religion said was true. Maybe Jhara could improve if a plainstrider were to bite him to death. And even if there was nothing after death, then it wasn't much different from now.

8224 He heard a broom fall over and peered through the small crack in the wood of the door. Father tore the shirt off his upper body. He looked like a giant bat as he got entangled in the fabric and got angry. More angry than before. "Come here!" "The children!" Father ignored her and threw himself at her. Mother screamed and fought back. He defeated her, pressed her onto the bed and forced her legs apart. Jhara prayed that his father would stop. His mother became very quiet as the man roared like the stags at the lake. Jhara wanted to silence him. The man was calling him. Jhara set himself in motion. The man had grabbed a fat white hen and pressed it onto the big block. But the animal fought for its life and got its wings or feet free again and again. Jhara made efforts to hold the chicken. But the man wanted it differently. "Take the axe." Jhara could not believe it. "But..." "Don't you have the guts?" "... I do." Jhara took the axe, lifted it. The chicken clucked nervously and slapped the man a wing in the face. "Come on now", the man barked impatiently.

8225 Jhara had the feeling that the ever scorching sun would eventually eat him up. Like the dead in the desert. Sometimes he saw himself as an ant crawling through the Reshar, so endless each day seemed to him. And hour after hour he stood there, repairing fences and staring into the distance. There were horses that had to walk in harness day in, day out and pull heavy carts, and there were horses that could gallop across the pastures and only had to carry a rider from time to time. As he grew older, he had hoped too. In vain. He had to turn the hay around, look after livestock, help with the butchering and to build roads. He had to dig ditches in the field and do everything else a farm worker did. "You barely managed anything this morning," the man complained. "I have -" "Pah! The few meters!"

8226 Fire.

#enderal #jhara #childhood part 1 #small warning because sensitive topics #it's just something I wanted to write down at some point #second part will be more difficult

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bookdragonlibrary · 6 years ago

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First YJ Friday appreciation

I will talk here of the episode 1 to 3. If you didn’t see them yet, do not read the text following as it’s full of heavy spoilers but have my theories and comments too :)

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

Princes all

- the big bald bad guy with Ana is the same one from S1 who works with Count Vertigo to kill Perdita.

- So here the collar 2.0 who can control people in addition of shoking them... Do you think they have a bomb in them like in Suicide Squad?

- The girl scream voice when Ana dies :( But BL that wasn’t your fault :( Don’t bet yourself up. The Light are the true responsible ones for her death!

- The music from the generic looks like a scary movie one!

- So Gamma Squad are the 8 heros from the ad picture? And who is on Alpha and Beta Squads?

- I love M’gann new look! After 50 years, she finally accepted herself as a white Martian <3 That’s a character development!

- Steel: new hero in the superfamily?

- From Virgil’s vince, we can figure he knows already that BL is about to quit the JL :/ He shoud have tell him before and off screen.

- Bart, I missed your comments and that smile of yours! <3

- As announced Kaldur is Aquaman, the Leader of the JL by democratic vote and his coach is Wonder Woman. Such a development! And I love the symbol of Atlantis and Amazon heros working together! (Do you remember Flashpoint where they’re at war?) Arthur is now king of Atlantis full time (according to Greg), with his wife and his child.

- Batman, don’t talk about the mission above the symbol when you dress like a bat as a symbol of fear... --’ But Olly has a little moment of silent before saying “So do I.” Hesitation?

- Batman Incorp! With Katana, PlasticMan, Batwoman and Hardware (is he Luke Thomas or someone else?)

- Tim holding Cassie’s hand, like he wants to say he wants to stay, is so cute (and so short!) I think Batman and GA ordered their mentees to not say anything to their teammates :(

- So Barbara/Batgirl is now Oracle.

- Tara Markov/Terra was abducted the 28th July in Team year 8

- Bialya has invaded Qurac, teasing form S1.

- Artemis has move to Star City to leave with Will (clone Roy) and her niece Lian (maybe Jade as well?) I think Artemis and Will are roommates. “Who are you to recruit this time?” says Will. So it’s not the first time Dick asks for help on a mission one of these two. So the second one has to babysitt Lian (assuming Jade could work for herself)

- Halo works in Markovian palace and looks like a Quraci refugiee. Maybe she was stealing that silver plate to make some money? But she ends to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- A speester assassin is really frightening! And “LIMBO TIME”! And he looks like he was betrayed when he get shocked.

- Did you notice the twins both cry when they see their parents but not their uncle? And their parents holding hands in death TT.TT

- M’gann and SB leaves with Wolf in Happy Harbo, the island where Mount Justice was.

- And Trump... I mean Gordon is here again. Can the Team can find out quickly he works for the Light so he can receive a deserved punch please? I hate that character but I love the work of the actor!

- So the twin brothers are only 17? Why not 20 with a majority at 21?

- I fear so much for Anissa and Jenifer with that children trafficking... And Anissa looks to young to be Traci’s girlfriend :( (but we don’t know their age yet!)

- Lynn has a GL for brother and BL as ex-husband. Do not mess with her of her family!

- BL has a power block due to his guilt...

- YJ! How dare you! Bruce Lee’s picture is so cute and heartbreaking in the same time! TT.TT

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- So now Gar has is own TV show just like he wanted in S2. Is he still leaving with SB and M’gann? Is that thanks to him they could buy this huge house?

- Catherine Cobert, the JL liason, is back! Wait, is Hardware blind? Donna Troy/Troia and Garth/Tempest are now ambassadors in UN for Atlantis and Themyscira! :o And Donna is another queen of sass! Rhelasia is finally reunited since S1 and I’m sure it’s a rogue nation like Bialya and works for/with the Light too. So does Zviad Baazovi, ambassador of Markovia, or for the person who ordered the murder of the royal couple.

- 2 days after this murder, Gregor’s pre-coronation! Some traught shippers here? They fake it but still :) And Artemis is so beautiful in this dress.

- So no one except Dick knows Barbara is now Orale?

- “Do you want to hold my hand” Is there a dirty joke or it’s just me?

- poor mother box! :(

- Plasmus looks like Ana, instead we see his brain instead of his heart. Otto? And how Count Vertigo manages to get out of jail?

- Halo :’( Wait! Did they experiment of those kids? Because there was just Halo who get caught no one else :/ And Halo talks to Sphere? or at least understands what she says.

- And SB looses his shit shirt. Again.

- It’s a tiny beetle? Wait, can Blue do the same thing? Is it from Blue? Was there where Dick got the inspiration? Is that a hint for the flawless shippers? (That’s the name of this ship right?)

- Wait! Was she the justice liaison in the pod? She has a mole in the same place! :o

- Brion is shirtless too! Like his mentor! ^^ (What? they train together in the trailer.) Believe Helga! She knows what she is doing! She seems to have played all of you :)

- “One of the girls” So they did experiment on all of those dead girl :( So the attack was run by Vertigo? Does he want to annexe Markovia? Or to have a political/royal power to take back his own kingdom? “the Superboy and his escaped companion”. Does he think Lightning is an escaped metaslave?

- “My child”? I don’t know if it’s creepy or if it implies that Helga is on the prince’s side.

- Now Sphere for the generic. Are these pictures clues for the future episodes? Knowing Greg and Brandon, I think it is!

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- Star Girl! So Gar is also a teen actor in Space Trek 3036. Does he start his career thanks to his mission in the last comic since he met an actress who worked with his mom on Hello Megan! ? He’s dating Perdita (who sould be around 17 yo). They met at Wally’s funeral (I read few fanfic where Perdita comes to his funeral and they were right!) I think he’s still a hero since we saw him in costume in the trailer and the picture with the whole team (well the ones who was revealed to be in this season).

- “Kill” Halo, sweetie, are you okay? What do you mean? That the place where you were killed?

- Dick who was tricked by his bug xD And Barb’s comment xD

- Helga used to work for Bedlam but now she’s on the prince’s side! :D So Vertigo does want to make a coup d’Etat to Vlatava?

- Maneuver 7!

- Bedlam = Delamb. It was under our nose from the beginning!

- “Cost you more-” than what? career? life? than you think? Helga has no time for your consideration, Dick :( She said “my child” Could she be the prince true mother? They’re both brown hair and Brion and Gregor aren’t homozygote twins.

- The children was boom tube away to be sold off planet or to other countries :( Sounds like the Runaways in the episode in Bialya right?

- Perdita’s talking with Gregor!

- Helga knows exactly was Brion’s powers are in seconds. Was she also there when they activated Tara’s ones?

- Vertigo’s minions have a lot of New Genesis technology. Is it thanks to the deal between Salvage and Darkseid?

- So Dr Ekcs is also a meta.

- Does Delamb wants to take this occasion to murder Gregor too? And this prince is clever! :)

- BL has recovered his powers thanks to another child’s death. The irony. It’s me or Sphere shows Halo how to heal?

- Gregor is indeed clever and sees right into Delamb’s game! I like him :) I’m even more sure the markovian ambassador works for the Light and he’s going to manipulate Gregor instead of Delamb. His decision for Brion was the only way to protect him from jail and maybe he hopes he will find their sister like Brion does.

- And now BL knows the metaslaves are controlled! “Not again. Again” I love this scene! ^^ And the farmer takes Otto’s victory scream for a threat to the heroes :( I knew Otto was going to die since his powers is too close to Brion’s ones.

- The picture from the generic of the third episode could be the Kent’s farm? (Or SB’s house, I’m not sure) However i’m sure this is the place we saw in the trailer (The one where Brion ends naked).

One week to wait now! And I thought 3 episodes per week were going to be enough ><

#Young Justice #YJ reviews #watch young justice outsiders #watch young justice

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stephenjaymorrisblog · 6 years ago

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Love In Hell

By Stephen Jay Morris

Monday, February 25, 2019

It was the Summer of ‘69 and I was all of 15 years old. Life, at that point, had become a major exploration trip. I’ve laid out the details of that summer in my manuscript entitled, “Hidden in the Rotunda.” This article focuses on one Monday, that of July 28, 1969.

I went to my first Love In at Griffith Park, which took place at the popular “Merry-Go-Round” area, in 1969. During the Summer of Love, back in 1967, there had been a Love In at this exact location. By that time, the term “Love In” was laughably passé. About 500 people had shown up, clad in their head shop-slash-thrift shop, chic clothing, posing for the news media. The gathering was comprised mostly of art fart types who hadn’t had enough time to grow their hair long. But some of them had long sideburns and the females were sporting Carnaby Street fashions on their svelte, white bodies. Groovy, baby!

A couple of years later—1969—the unwashed masses amassed in this hilly, city park. Not only did the so-called Hippies show up, but there were also Bikers, Chicano gang bangers, homeless people, Krishna devotees, drum circle freaks, Anti War activists, Black Panthers, and New Left activists. It was an outdoor party and it was freaking me out, man! Oh, yes—the pigs (cops) showed up in full riot dress.

I don’t recall how I initially found out about this event. Maybe it was through an ad in the L.A. Free Press, or a friend had told me about it. In any case, I went. It was summer vacation and what better way to spend it than by going to my very first Love In!? I asked my friend, Philip, if he wanted to go, but his parents said “No!” My parents? I just told my mom I was going to visit my friend and I’d be back in time for dinner. What I didn’t tell her was that I’d be with a few thousand friends! My dad, well he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what I did on vacation. Matter of fact, the longer I stayed out of the house, the happier he was; shit breath didn’t love me at all. Only my mom cared.

It was mild for a summer day; the temperature topped out at 71 degrees. One thing I hated about summer in L.A. was the humidity. It was typically cold in the morning, so you’d end up having to carry your jacket around almost all day. I remember wearing a work shirt that once belonged to my grandfather. In knew my dad resented me for wearing it, but he never said anything. Go figure.

I left my house on Martel Avenue. Looking north to the Hollywood Hills, there was the familiar, brown haze of smog. In the wintertime and early spring, and sometimes in autumn, the view of the hills was crystal clear. Once, a few years earlier, I saw snowcaps on those hills, just after a rainstorm.

I walked eastward down Beverly Boulevard toward La Brea. I was planning to take the public bus to the event, using my student discount card. I wore my Levi’s jeans, a black Tee shirt, and black deck shoes. I’d put on boxer shorts as well, although a lot of “hip kids” didn’t wear underwear. I had my grandfathers work shirt on over my Tee shirt.

Now on weekends, buses kept different schedules than they did on weekdays. They came just once every hour and stopped running at midnight. By then, the oil companies had ruined public transportation in Los Angeles. I waited and waited on the northeast corner of Beverly and La Brea. Four gas stations flanked the intersection: Texaco, Chevron, Exxon, and Gulf. L.A. was indeed a “car town.”

Hitch hiking was the standard “hip” mode of transportation. It was viewed as an expression of collective sharing among your brothers and sisters; just like sharing a jug of wine or a joint. Taken to the extreme, there was the sharing of your boyfriend or girlfriend in the name of “Free Love.” As a rule, I didn’t hitch hike much. Middle-aged perverts who wanted to suck my cock would often pick me up. On the other hand, I didn’t want to wait another hour for a bus, so I stuck out my thumb and hoped for somebody who was heading for the same destination as I was.

Ten minutes later, a 1949 VW Beetle ambled up the street toward me, a trail of smoke behind it. At the time, a lot of young people painted their VW bugs with colorful floral designs and symbols, such as the Peace sign. Well, this little car was a real wreck! It looked like it had been entered into and ejected from a demolition derby. One taillight was cracked, a door was taped up, and the paint was peeling with age. The body was covered in dents.

But, you know what they say: “Beggars can’t be choosers!”

The door opened and the driver asked, “Griffith Park Love In?”

I said, “Yep!”

He jubilantly replied, “Get in!”

A passenger closed the door behind me. The driver looked like a college professor from the 80’s. He was a white guy in his 40’s with shaggy, curly hair and an unshaven face; his specs sat halfway down his nose. The radio was on; a vintage A.M. model with one speaker. It was tuned in to some Top 40s station; a teenybopper song was playing. I think it was “Baby I Love You.” When it ended, the DJ announced loudly, “That was Andy Kim! Going up the charts like a shooting star! Now the news! Headlines: Nixon says 25,000 troops will be withdrawn out of Vietnam in a couple of days!”

What I hated about VW Beetles was that noisy, sputtering engine and the smell of gasoline. I prayed we’d get to our destination soon, before I got asphyxiated! Thank Buddha, somebody lit up a doobie, which effectively covered up the gas odor. Hey, I would have been happy if somebody had simply burned some incense!

Someone from the back seat addressed the driver, “Hey, Dean! Are you going to that Woodstock Arts and Crafts festival?”

He blissfully replied, “Hell, yeah. I’m going!”

I asked, “What’s Woodstock?”

He laughed and answered, “Only the biggest concert in the history of humanity! It is going to be bigger than the Monterey Pop Festival two years ago. I heard the Beatles are showing up!”

Somebody said from the back seat, “I heard the Stones and Dylan are coming, too!”

I asked, “Where is this going to take place?”

“Upstate New York!”

I replied, “Oh.” I thought to myself, ‘They’ll be lucky to get Joni Mitchell to play at an arts and craft festival. Whenever I think of an arts and craft festival, I think of the Renaissance Fair. My dad took the family to that fair once and it reminded me of an outdoor mental institution. No thanks!’

Driving south on Los Feliz Boulevard reminded one of how poor they are. There were these giant mansions built in the 1930’s, worth millions upon millions of dollars! Even the Art Deco apartment buildings looked luxurious.

Finally, upon arriving at the Mulholland Memorial Fountain, I knew we’d arrived at the entrance to Griffith Park. Just a right turn on Crystal Springs Drive and then north to the park.

Today, though, was different. For the first time since I’d driven there with my parents, there was a traffic jam. Lines upon lines of vehicles, of all different shapes and kinds, were backed up to Los Feliz. Those inside were mostly collage-aged kids, smoking grass and banging on tambourines. Crystal Spring Drive was a two-lane road next to the side of a hill, a distance of about a mile and a half to our destination, the Merry-Go-Round. At a grueling 10 miles an hour, it took us about 25 minutes to get there! It was 11:35 a.m.

Only three bands were scheduled to play the Love In. They were “Ace of Cups” (stupid name), “Sons of Chaplin,” and the “Jefferson Airplane.” In December that year, I would see The Airplane perform at Altamont Speedway’s tragically-iconic, free concert in Northern California.

Behind the Merry-Go-Round, there was a small meadow in which hundreds, if not thousands of people, had gathered. An area had been set aside where the band would play; not an elevated stage or platform, just open, flat ground. This area was on an incline, so mostly people who located themselves far from it could see the bands. All of this was set up behind the public bathroom building.

I walked alone among the throngs of smelly Baby Boomers. There were peddlers selling everything—and I mean everything! I came across one member of the Black Panther Party selling his party’s tabloid, “The Black Panther.” I’m glad for that; all of the misinformation I’d been told was dispelled later that night.

Cops were strolling among the crowd. There were some kids walking around butt naked. This was supposed to be for making a political statement. If you’d asked me, I’d have said it was just good old fashioned expositionism! If you’d seen their bodies, you’d have hoped they were arrested! A cop would yell to one nude dude, “Hey! Cover up or you will get busted for indecent exposure!” The lawbreaker quickly tied a shirt around his waist. As soon as the fuzz left the area, he got naked again. It was the same thing with pot, which was still illegal in those days. Some cops would tell a pot smoker, “Put that stuff away or I will have to run you in!” Overall, the cops wanted to avoid any rioting.

The Chicano gangs were drunk on wine and barbiturates, or “Reds.” The Bikers stood by their Harley Davidsons while they got drunk on beer. The more they drank, the more pugnacious they got. Fights broke out everywhere. Ultimately, the event was more like a “hate in” than a Love In. What I could never understand was why Bikers attended every Love In or Antiwar protest if they hated Hippies so much! I suppose it was for the dope and the chicks.

The Hippies were just toking on weed and passing around gallon bottles of Red Mountain wine. Sharing like this was a sure way of getting Hepatitis C. I avoided the ritual as much as possible. The Hippie chicks had this proclivity of dancing by themselves. They looked like blow up dolls in the wind. Alas, everybody was compelled to express themselves in those days. It was a great argument for Fascism.

Oh, there was music…sort of…kind of. Two bands were playing your generic twelve-bar blues. Then came the Airplane. But, every song they attempted to play was stopped in the middle. Why? Because the sound system sucked shit!

I got bored and left. As I looked at the crowd for the last time, I thought, ‘This is not going to last. Most of these kids will get married and have kids financed by their careers. By the 1980’s, they will become Republicans.’ I wish I’d written that down. Who is going to believe I ever had those thoughts? No one.

I took a bus home, had dinner, and went into my room. I read “The Black Panther.”

I’ll say this, it was the most interesting Monday I’d ever had.

#60's music #60s #baby boomer generation #poets on tumblr #@anarchism #Poetry Slam #hippie #stephenjaymorris #jefferson airplane

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duhragonball · 6 years ago

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JJBA Vento Aureo Reread Ch. 553-567

Previously, Bruno’s team was headed for Rome to meet with a mysterious ally who claimed he could do some trick with a Stand Arrow to make one of them strong enough to defeat the Boss. But when they got off their boat, they found the whole area was ravaged by a plague of flesh-eating mold.

To the surprise of no one, this is yet another enemy Stand. The Boss is getting desperate, because he’s running out of guys to send after Bruno’s group, and he doesn’t know just what it is they’re looking for in Rome. So he’s brought out two of his absolute worst henchmen ever, Cioccolata and Secco. Cioccolata used to be a doctor who vivisected his patients for funsies, and his Stand, Green Day spreads a deadly mold contagion. It’s not all that different from the death virus of Fugo’s Purple Haze, actually. The main difference is that this mold takes longer to kill you, but it can spread across a much wider range. The rule to it is that if you move below whatever level you started at, the mold begins to multiply and kill you. By the time Bruno’s team figures this out, Narancia and Trish are wounded, and have to sit out the rest of this Stand Battle in the turtle.

Before they drop out of the story completely, Narancia seems to imply that Trish is sweet on Bruno, so I guess this is as good a time as any to discuss Trish ships. To be sure, there’s a significant age gap between Trish an some of these guys, but I’m just dealing in hypotheticals here.

Starting out, Trish seemed to have more chemistry with Fugo than anyone else. She spoke to him first, asking him to take off his shirt, and then later he fell into her cleavage on the way to the Naples train station. Then he pretty much stopped doing anything and left the story entirely.

Abbacchio and Trish barely interacted at all, although he seemed impressed with her willingness to help them take down the Boss, and I think he dug her Stand one she manifested it. She was tore up over his death, but so was everybody.

Bruno... well, Narancia spells it out, although it’s anyone’s guess if he’s actually onto something. I suppose we could read this to mean that he’s kind of jealous, but again, anyone’s guess.

I’m flashing forward a little, but Mista was the last person Trish interacted with before the end of Part 5, and they swapped bodies, so that seems like it might lead to something, but maybe not. By the end of Part 5, Trish and Mista are celebrating together mostly by default. There aren’t a whole lot of other characters left standing.

Giorno seems like an obvious pick since he’s the main character, and they do have a lot of things in common. They’re the same age, they both have supervillain fathers who abandoned their mothers, and they’re both kind of hard to read. I suppose there’s two ways to read their relationship in Part 5. You can either take their eventual romance as a given, which is why it never sees much explict development, or you can assume that Araki is purposely inverting the trope. The hero not only doesn’t get the girl, he doesn’t even appear to be trying to get the girl.

I think that ambiguity is intentional, unless Araki honestly couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with Trish. There’s romantic potential in her interactions with most of the other main characters, but it’s indefinite enough to make you wonder. I should probably revisit this topic when I get to the end.

Cioccolata’s partner is Secco, one of his former patients who apparently became his disciple in madness. Secco’s Stand, Oasis, allows him to move through the ground as if it were liquid, and he can also liquefy the ground to make things sink into it. In other words, he compliments Cioccolata’s mold perfectly, since their opponents can’t attack Secco without sinking to his level and succumbing to the mold. I’m not sure how Secco himself avoids infection, unless Cioccolata’s Stand can grant immunity to certain people.

Fortunately for the team, Bruno proves to be impervious to the mold, so he can beat Secco down long enough for them to get in a car and head for Rome. On the way, Giorno finally confronts Bruno about why he’s been so strange ever since he fought the Boss in Venice. The answer’s pretty simple: Bruno died in Venice, and he’s been dead ever since.

If I understand this right, Giorno used Gold Experience to put Bruno back together after the Boss killed him, but all he did was reanimate Bruno’s body. The story indicates that Bruno’s soul is still inhabiting his corpse, so it’s really Bruno, and not some new life force created by Gold Experience.

What I don’t get is why Bruno’s body still works despite having no pulse. Gold Experience turns inanimate objects into living things, so if Giorno did unwittingly reanimate a corpse, shouldn’t it be a perfect replica of a live person?

The more important point to this moment is that Bruno’s only sticking out the rest of this mission by sheer force of will. He’ll succumb to true death sooner or later, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Now that Giorno knows this, he’s taking one step closer to actually leading the team, and not just the subtle soft leadership he’s been demonstrating until now.

On the flipside, the Boss has essentially rejected any pretense of leadership when he brought Cioccolata and Secco into this matter. By his own admission, he finds them reprehensible, because they kill for sheer pleasure, rather than to achieve any practical goal. But the Boss kept them around anyway just in case he needed their brand of mayhem, and now’s the time. Since he doesn’t know why Giorno and Bruno are going to Rome he’s basically given Cioccolata free reign to destroy the entire city with his mold plague.

This is important, because, as Bruno points out, the Boss has Passione members and business interests in Rome. Setting aside the huge civilian death toll, this course of action will hurt the Boss as well. It might even cripple Passione as an organization for all we know. Think about it: this whole conflict has removed a lot of Stand Users from the gang, either by death or betrayal. The Execution Team is dead, Polpo’s dead, Carne, Squalo, and Tiziano are all dead. Any Passione operatives in Rome are likely to die as well. Presumably, the Boss would have to kill Cioccolata and Secco to end their rampage. All to protect the Boss’s identity. Yeah, he might be able to rebuild from all this, but what’s the point?

Symbolically, this is the moment when Giorno dethrones the Boss, not because he’s beaten the Boss, or because his dream has prevailed, but because he’s the only one alive who can take charge of this chaos and set things right.

But he won’t do it alone...

Cioccolata’s big counterattack involves using a helicopter to spread his mold, but Giorno combines his powers with Mista’s to turn bullets into trees, which grow into a building and catch the chopper. Meanwhile, Bruno takes on Secco by himself, since he’s the only one who can fight him without worrying about the mold. Mista figures he’s got Cioccolata dead to rights, since all he has to do is fire into the helicopter and let Sex Pistols kick the bullets around until they hit him. But when he tries this, the Sex Pistols get ambushed somehow. With Mista taken down, Giorno has to board the helicopter to figure this out for himself.

Turns out Cioccolata can disassemble his own boddy and use his Stand to keep the pieces alive. Also, Green Day can make the pieces move independently of each other and... yeah, this is pretty fucked up right here. The advantage to all of this is that Cioccolata could hide in places a whole human being couldn’t, allowing him to set this trap. Fortunately for Giorno, one of Mista’s Sex Pistols still works, and it kicks a bullet through his hand, which Gold Experience turns into a branch, which he uses to keep from falling from the helicopter, only Cioccolata uses his mold to kill the branch, but aha, that just turns it back into a bullet, which Giorno kicks into the chopper blades, causing it to richochet perfectly into Cioccolata’s head, cancelling his Stand. Or something.

Giorno thinks Cioccolata is just playing possum though, I guess because he survived taking himself apart a few minutes ago. After all, if Cioccolata can just jump out of the chopper, he can turn his Stand back on and start using his mold again.

Sure enough, Cioccolata was laying another trap, except Giorno had already set one of his own, as he turned that bullet he had already turned into a branch into a beetle egg.

Giorno was just talking to him to buy time for the beetle to tear through Cioccolata’s head. How is David Productons going too animate any of this? Will they just cover Cioccolata’s entire body with a black blot, like they did whenever Jotaro was smoking? Anyway, Giorno punches Cioccolata for like seven pages and then tosses him into a nearby garbage truck.

Meanwhile, Bruno’s been fighting Secco, but unfortunately, Cioccolata called Secco right before he died and told him that he overheard one of the Sex Pistols blabbing about the Coliseum. So now Bruno not only has to beat Secco, but he has to stop him from going to the Coliseum and killing his contact.

Perhaps appropriately, this is when we find out that Bruno’s contact is Jean Pierre Polnareff from Part 3, and he’s clearly in no condition to defend himself against someone like Secco, so it really is up to Bruno to save him. So Bruno bursts a tire right in Secco’s face, bursting his eardrums. At first, Secco doesn’t see this as a problem, but when he tries to find Bruno...

“Tee-hee! Did someone call for an ambulence? :3c ”

Oasis is pretty friggin’ unbeatable, but it’s only any good if Secco can navigate while he’s swimming through the ground, and he can only do that by echolocation. With his hearing damaged, he can’t find his way, and that leaves him exposed above ground.

Desperate, Secco grabs a hostage, who ironically turns out to be Doppio, the Boss’s other personality. Bruno defeats Secco easily, though, and I guess he ends up in the same garbage truck as Cioccolata. This leaves Bruno and Doppio alone together.

Only Bruno has no idea who he’s talking to, and he tells Doppio exactly where he’s going. Whoops.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #vento aureo reread #spoilers #giorno giovanna #trish una #bruno buccellati

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years ago

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He is an little beetle who is “ugly”,he is also a guy who makes juice (its called beetle juice but is 100% bug free),also he got vision 0.4 fold,as a sign that he lost almost everything

Hmmm. Beetles on alternia are implied to be equated with money (”embezzling beetles”), so it’s definitely good he’s not making juice out of them. Why does he make juice, though? I don’t know how ell that goes with the rest of his character? Is it just because of the beetlejuice pun? You don’t really have to do that if it doesn’t fit his character… Though I guess recycling could encourage him to make juice out of other stuff? Maybe he could be the type he likes clean living in general up to and including doing those weird juicing diets?

AU of la cucaracha and the Anvil boy,troll of Odel

Name:Kaburo Jeprio,Kaburo is from Kabuto that is beetle in japanese,also that it means headgear too,Jeprio is from jepri,an egypt beetle that reincarnates on the balls it makes,it resembles the way he uses “trash” to make art

Hooow about Vietei Buybak.

Vietei is from a particular species of dung beetle, and Buybak is just… It’s a reference to Buy Back policies, where organizations will pay for containers being returned to be recycled.

Age:7 sweeps

Strife Specibus:stick kind,an stick with tin and plastic decorations

Recycling is a big theme you have here, so him just grabbing a stick and whacking people with it is pretty funny… But I kind of like the idea of him just having like, Salvagekind. He just uses whatever things he’s recently rescued. It could be a piece of driftwood, or a wad of paper, or a pvc pipe, or… so on and so forth.

Fetch Modus:hmm

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle- Everything he puts in gets reduced to its base components. Which is convenient for combining them in new and unique ways, but really inconvenient if he wants to like… save something as it is.

Blood color:Cobalt

Symbol and meaning:Scorittarius,void aspect,derse dreamer,sign of the doubtfull

Trolltag:i want something with RR so it means Recycle and Reduce??

How about reclamationRtist. Reclamation being a reference to the taking back and converting into new, and Rtist being a play on artist.

Quirk:he uses big balls Of trash,alsO gOt hOrns On stuff D=€,but i feel the “O"s are too dry

Hhmmm… You could have him triple R’s, like tRRRash, as a reference to reduce/reuse, recycle. Of you could have him litter sentences with a bunch of punctuation to be a visual waste.

like.,;:this.,[’. he.,;:fills,.;’spaces,.’;with.,;[tRRRash}\’;,

Special Abilities (if any):he got vision 0.4 fold,also he “reincarnates” when he “dies”

Hmmmm…. I still don’t know about the number. But I do think that… Okay, so part of how eyes work is that they recycle light-sensitive proteins. So his eye could fail to do that and he could thus have lost a large part of his light vision? It’s a good contrast to Odel’s light synthesia.

Lusus: it is an living ball with horns

That is a pretty funny ideajhbjh. Maybe it could have beetle horns and a sort of shell? But instead of legs it just has an orb that it rolls on. Love it.

Personality: he is a guy who recycles stuff,he does art but he feels like there’s something missing in his hearth

Maybe none of his work ever satisfies him? Like he will do all this new work and this building of stuff, but he’s always chasing some greater potential? He can’t find a medium that satisfies him? He’s tried painting and sculpture and culinary stuff, but he’s still searching for the Perfect Canvas. The Perfect Medium. The Perfect Starting Point.

Interests:art,ecology and troll Burton

Title:prince of void,he destroys the nothingness so it gets something on it

I do kind of like this for him. He wants to actively get rid of the uncertainty and create something solid in the process.

Land:????

Land of Stretch and Drip.

A planet with giant canvases stretched over the lands, to protect the consorts from the downpour of paint which falls from the sky every evening?

Dream Planet:derse

Design:

Horns: I decided to keep the somewhat spikey horns, though I edited them to look a little bit more recognizably like beetle horns.

Helmet: I decided to make it metallic colored and put it in two different colors, like he salvaged two pieces of metal and fused them together into this helmet.

Shirt: Similar to the helmet, I decided to make it look like he combined two separate shirts. A cerulean and a black shirt, with one half holding his symbol.

Shorts: Simple and a little bit frayed, I wanted them to look salvaged, too. Just a lot of recycled fabric going on here!

Shoes: I did keep the clean white shoes you added.

-CD

#rice-22 #kaburo jeprio #kaburo #jeprio #vietei buybak #vietei #buybak #ceruleanblood #cobaltblood #review #redesign #cd review #submission

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Once a Witch

Chapter Two

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader | Word Count: 1112 Warnings: None

Landing in Boston, Steve rented an unassuming vehicle. Not a VW Beetle. He’d learned his lesson after folding and unfolding himself out of that car the last time. Just a nice silver SUV which fit his frame and carted his gear. A duffle bag with a few days’ worth of clothes and his shield sat on the passenger seat.

The look on the face of the woman at the rental counter when he’d handed over his driver’s license and credit card had been amusing, but he’d gotten his keys and signed for the vehicle before she could recover enough to cause a scene.

Following the direction of the NAV system, a much less pleasant experience when he didn’t have FRIDAY the AI to talk to, Steve made his way through traffic, arriving at his destination roughly sixty minutes later.

Pulling up outside the pretty house, he wondered if he wouldn’t have been better to choose an actual hotel, one where he could come and go with some anonymity, but when they’d been searching for lodging, this place had just… stood out to him. Two stories tall, the white house had pretty blue shutters and a multitude of flowers hanging from the flower boxes beneath the windows. A wrought iron gate stood open in welcome, leading one toward the red brick path.

Tugging his cap down low, Steve collected his bags from the passenger seat and headed for the door. It was as blue as the shutters and made him smile a little at the whimsy.

The sign just past the gate read Salem Sleeps Inn, while the one beside the blue door read No Need to Knock, Just C’mon In. Following direction, he opened the door, seeming to step back in time as he did so.

Everything was floral from the wallpaper to the rugs, to the needlepoint pillows, interspersed heavily with antiques and dark wood panelling.

Trying not to gape, the bell over the door jangling made him jolt.

Bustling from another room came a short, plump woman who looked to be at least eighty if she was a day, with a cap of snow-white hair appearing fluffy as a sheep’s tail and twice as soft. Glasses hung from a beaded chain around her neck, resting against the pearl buttons of her pink, high collared shirt. Her shoulders were covered with a pretty crocheted shawl, fringe and tassels dangling from the edges, brushing against the denim of her ankle-length skirt.

“Ma’am,” Steve nodded, shutting the door behind him.

“My, aren’t you a big fellow!” she chortled, smiling wide when she reached for her glasses, placing them on her nose as she squinted his direction.

“I eat my vegetables, ma’am,” Steve said, a smile quirking his lips.

She twittered, that was the only word for it, when she giggled, waving him over to the high makeshift desk where she dumped open an enormous book. “None of them new fan dangled computers here, sweetie. We do things old-fashioned.”

“I’m pretty sure I booked online, ma’am,” Steve murmured, wondering if he was in the right place.

“Oh, you did, you did. My grandson takes care of all those things. I just take notes and add you to the register. The rest, he deals with, and ma’am makes me feel old. Call me Mary.”

“Mary,” he murmured, taking the antique style calligraphy pen and signing his name.

“Steven Rogers… Rogers…” she muttered. “You’ve got the same name as that Captain, the Avenger. Bet that’s gotten you a few ladies in your day, big, handsome lad like you,” she teased, giving him a wink and reaching for a heavy brass key.

“Something like that,” Steve chuckled. If she didn’t put it together, he wasn’t going to correct her.

“You’ve picked a busy time to visit, what with the anniversary of the trials. Three hundred and fifteen years since the height of the hangings.” She tsked softly, mouth pinched. “Such foolishness. All those innocents dead.” Shaking her head, she waved him to follow, squinting at his bag. “You pack light.”

“Don’t plan on being here more than a few days.”

“Well, that’s nice. A little vacation for yah?”

“Something like that,” Steve muttered, following behind her as they made their way down a hallway barely wide enough for his shoulders, past other shut doors.

“Here you are,” Mary said, placing the key in the lock and opening the door. “Breakfast is in the morning room, just follow your nose. There’s wine and cheese in the parlour in the evening, and you get a twenty percent discount at Frank’s Diner down the street if you mention you’re staying here.”

“Will do.” Nodding, Steve walked in, expecting the same as the rather eccentric and eclectic common areas, only to be pleasantly surprised when the room proved to be a sedate, calm cream with accents of soft greens. The bed, a queen sized one, had a metal rail headboard and footboard, an age rubbed bronze, with a quilt in shades of green upon it.

Through an open door, he spied a modern and more than acceptable bath and dropped his gear on the floor causing his shield to clang.

Mary eyed it for a moment before shrugging. “Let me know if you need anything, Steven dear.”

“Thank you, ma’am- uh, Mary.”

She smiled again, placing the key on a shelf near the door, before showing herself out.

Sitting heavily on the edge of the bed the springs squeaked a little. “What the hell are you doing here?” Steve asked himself.

The image of the woman flashed into his mind. Laughing eyes and bright, magical smile, her hands holding up her apron laden with berries.

Shaking his head, Steve lurched to his feet. It was bad enough he was dreaming about her, now he was getting all new memories during the day.

With a soft sigh, he walked into the bathroom where his eyes were caught by the small, brown glass bottles. The label was an off-coloured cream, looking aged, while a tree whose roots and branches made a circle filled the space above the word Apothecary.

Something about the bottle was so familiar, he reached out and plucked it from the self. He knew it, that symbol. Somehow, someway, he knew what it meant.

“Tree of life,” he whispered, running his thumb over the image.

The importance of it escaped him, but he knew it. A piece of his soul lurched, cried out with longing. He had to know where it had come from.

Turning it over, Steve had his heart stutter a second time, for the shop was here in Salem. He need only find it.

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