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Twst SPoilers!
“Honest” Fellow: Golly, Gee! I’ve learned my lesson about forgoing schooling! And I’m so inspired by you that I’ll become a teacher! To education! NCR Students shrugging off rigor mortis puppetation: To education! Yuu: To jail! *Slaps cuffs on Fellow* You kidnapper and human trafficker! By god, you’re getting the chair!
#so I just found out about the playland ending#like wtf#seriously#I mean don't get me wrong I like Fellow and Gidel#but they're HUMAN TRAFFICKERS#There are still puppetfied kids out there#And even if they by some miracle are unable to rescue and undo everything#it doesn't change the fact they kidnapped innocent kids#again I like the two but nah#it's jail time for ya'll#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland#twst#is this just me??#twst playful land#playful land event#twst event#honest fellow#disney twst#post is a reference to nostalgia critic's Spy Kids 3d review
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I’m imagining the families switch to yandere mode will come soon after reader is outed as a serial killer, it’s already bad enough with them missing out on their kid/ sibling’s life, because they just didn’t notice, but people are dead now!
It would be an easier pill to swallow if they were like Jason and killed criminals , but no, they kill innocent people.
dozens of people gone and the culprit not being stopped because they just…didn’t see the signs?!
imagine she sheer chaos that would come about if people found out their identity as a Wayne? There is absolutely no way that people would believe that Bruce just allowed this to happen, he’d go from brucie Wayne the philanthropic himbo to another morally bankrupt billionaire who let his kid kill people for funsies.
even if the public believed the truth everyone would -rightfully- blame him for literally having a Chinese parade's worth of red flags in the damn face, in his own home and not seeing it
Not me giggling smiling and kicking my feet over this, the worms are eating gooooood today ya'll.
So, like I said in my last post, before even writing most of this stuff I made sure that I had a whole timetable of important events and how old the characters are during them and what not, so I DO know how the MC gets caught. Though that could be subject to change if I find something more interesting
That being said, I never really planned for the general public to find out about readers' crimes. Once the bat fam finally catches on and tries to huddle them away, as far as the rest of Gotham is concerned, this major serial killer is still at large.
I also really really wanted to make it clear that y/n? Is not a good person.
Be it by circumstance or their own making, they simply just aren't. Yes, the hand they were dealt by fate was cruel and painful, but they chose which direction they went in based on their life experiences. Reader is fully aware of that, and is rather peeved with the batfams pity party on how it’s “all their fault you’re like this”
Because??? No? It's not??? Sure, they definitely didn’t fucking help, and most times made it worse with their actions, but you already had a slew of mental issues that were left unchecked, genetic ones inherited from your mother and father, and those formed by early childhood trauma and neglect. But you chose this, they didn't hand you the knife and or force your hands around your victims necks. It was all you. You wouldn't let them take the one form of control you had left.
Obviously you were not inherently evil because of forces out of your control, but you did choose it, and you will not let them delude themselves into thinking otherwise. Hurt people, hurt people, as the saying goes.
But does that make what the batfam are doing okay? Keeping the reader locked within the Manor, the family taking on the roles of Judge, Jury and Executioner and thus denying the General Public and the victims families the right to Justice, as well as denying the reader the right to a fair trial.
Going against their own morals by asserting their own feelings of guilt over the law, and in doing so, they are actively obstructing justice. Complete and utter hypocrites. But they always have been, haven't they? Things get even more confusing and strange when even after the reader is caught by the batfam, is jailed in what's essentially a glorified prison. The murders. Don't. Stop.
#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batfam#yandere dc#gender neutral reader#gn reader#platonic yandere batfam#Serialkiller!reader#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere tim drake#yandere damian wayne#yandere cassandra cain#yandere bruce wayne#yandere barbara gordon
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Let Me Wash Your Sins Away (Let me Love You)
Old Man Logan X Reader Drabble
Plot: You love him, but he won't let you. Until one day he comes home, nearly on his deathbed, and he finally lets you take care of him the way you always craved
A/N: A drabble of an idea that popped in my head, this came out more angsty than I originally planned, and I also started getting tired towards as it's almost 1 in the morning for me, but I really wanted to finish it tonight, so it probably sound a little rushed towards the end. but I hope ya'll enjoy! I just wanna take care of Old Man Logan <3
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and gunshot wounds, kinda angsty, talks of worshiping, mentions of dirty thoughts and just being horny towards Logan in general but he won't let you (go to horny jail)
Word Count: 3113
You sat at a table, tapping your foot anxiously against the floor, as you glanced at the clock, for the tenth time in a row in the last five minutes. You pressed your palms to the table, in an attempt to ground yourself from the nausea-induced anxiety you were experiencing. Your brows were creased in worry, your lips pulled back tightly in a grimace.
You were waiting for someone. Someone who somehow manages to fill you with an intense rush of emotions, both love-
And fear.
Not of him, but of what is happening to him, what could happen to him.
You met Logan a little less than a year ago, and he had managed to carve a space out in your
heart, the quiet, reserved, and sometimes cranky old man that he is.
He had found you and asked you for your help in taking care of Charles, your powers and excellent knowledge in handling mutants who couldn’t control- or lost control of their abilities had made you perfect for the job. You, of course, jumped at the opportunity to help. You didn’t know Charles Xavier personally, but you admired the work he’s done and quickly grew fond of the old man. Throughout the year, you attempted to get to know Logan, since you had to put your trust in him to keep you, Charles, and Caliban fed, sheltered, and safe. Logan was initially dismissive of you, and it wasn’t because he was a jerk but because he saw something with you he hadn’t felt in a long time and it terrified him, especially after 200 years of living and losing anyone and everyone he’s ever cared for. Life had beaten him to a pulp on the ground, yet he was still pushing himself up, not ready to give in just yet- and you were there, helping him up every time. You were persistent though, and you had carved a way into his heart as well. Yet it all remained unspoken. Logan was stubborn as a bull but so were you. You both carried on your daily routine, you took care of Charles, and you cooked and cleaned as well, while Logan worked, making money to keep food on the table, and afford Charles medicine.
There were moments though, soft moments with Logan that filled your heart. You always tried to make things easier on him, so that when he wasn’t working, he could truly rest. Sometimes, while you were preparing dinner, he’d come out of his room and sit with you, albeit silently. You could always feel his eyes on you even with your back turned but if you looked at him he’d look away. If you were in the living space, he’d sit out there with you, and if you caught him on a good day, you’d get some semblance of a conversation out of him.
One day, out of the blue, he had come up behind you, closer than you ever felt him before, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck and the heat radiating off of him. His hand came around you, resting on the hand that was holding a pepper that you were dicing. His hand was rough and dry, covered in calluses- yet it was so careful and so gentle as he rested it over yours. You’d stop, your breath hitching and your heart pounding in your chest at his proximity. Your eyes would flit to his hand on yours, and you would see the deep scars resting on his knuckles where the sharp, killer adamantium claws would unsheathe themselves, and you felt yourself having to resist the urge to kiss each scar. His thumb would brush over your hand, and he would lower his lips to your ear, his breath sending waves of goosebumps over your skin.
“Thank you.” He’d say in a low voice, deep and mesmerizing. “For all that you do around here.”
His scratchy beard would brush against your ear, as he turned his head, and pressed a kiss to your temple. He removed his hand from yours and left the area that was designated a kitchen in this old factory. You’d be left shaking, trying to catch your breath, not from fear, but just at the intimate moment he’d bless you with.
There were many moments like that, but he’d never talk about it, because anytime you bring it up, he’d make you shut up with just a firm stare, and it led to something unspoken. There were countless moments similar to that you shared with him, each one never leading into anything more. You never kissed (on the lips), you never had sex, you barely even had a hug from him. Logan though, the sly dog he was, always found a way to get his lips on you, whether it was the top of your head, your cheek, the palm of your hand, your shoulder- hell he even got the back of your neck once. It was teasing, giving you just barely a taste of what it could be like. You picked up on it not long ago. He’d come up when you were distracted, say something sweet, and get his lips on you somewhere, and then walk away. It filled you to the brim with frustration because it always made you want more, yet he’d never allow you to do anything to him. You tried. You’ve tried to peck his cheek, his hand, anything. You’ve tried to initiate conversations and intimacy, you tried to be as sly as he was- but he’d always shut you down. The point is, that he’s stubborn, and he refuses to accept any affection from you, in any shape, way, or form.
You practically worshipped Logan. He knew it too, there was no way he didn’t, with the yearning glances he catches from you, the way you’re so eager to help him, how you’d make his favorite meals, you’d pick up his favorite brand of cigars and leave it on his pillow for him to find when he comes home from work. You’d go out of your way to please him, and you knew him in every way that mattered. You didn’t need him to tell you how he was feeling because you could read his eyes easily. You knew that you could take good care of him. If only he’d let you.
It’s okay though. With the way you felt about him, you didn’t mind his stubborn ways. You didn’t mind everything being unspoken. You knew that you would slowly chip away at his adamantium skeleton eventually. He would break finally, and let you love him the way he deserves, the way he always deserved. You’ve come to the acceptance that Logan had been through years of hurt, and that he wasn’t going to open up overnight. So as much as you desired him, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you just hoped and you prayed to whoever was listening- that you’d get the chance to make him happy before the man got himself killed. Or being the adamantium killed him first
You stared at the door, willing it to open, for Logan to walk in, his usual self, exhausted and grumpy as he shed his jacket. You’d ask him about his night, and he’d answer gruffly on whether it was good or bad. If you were lucky, he’d tell you about some annoying ass customer he had, and you’d smile and laugh, and then he’d barely crack a smile, because he got to make you laugh, even if it was just a moment. There were a few times you’d seen a hint of that beautiful smile breaking through, and every single time it took your breath away.
You heard heavy footsteps, and you jumped up from your chair, almost knocking it down with how fast you moved, as you quickly ran to open the door and greet him.
You weren’t expecting this.
He looked terrible. Worse than you've ever seen him. His usually nice suit was practically torn to shreds, blood, and dirt staining the white dress shirt. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than they were when he left hours ago. His salt and pepper hair was a mess. You could see his hands were shaking terribly, and he was leaning to one side, barely able to put his full weight on the other side. He looked at you, exhausted, and almost desperate as he stepped inside. You covered your mouth with your hand.
“Lo- Logan! What happened?” You finally exclaimed, quickly going to his side, and helping him walk further into the room. You pulled out a chair from the table and helped him sit- pulling off his jacket- making him groan in pain just from moving his shoulders and arms as you slid the jacket down his arms. You discarded it to the side, still focused on him. He just leaned forward, not responding to your question. You could see the bruises along his neck- and that’s when you spotted the holes- bullet holes that littered through his torso, have created torn holes throughout. “Logan-” You gasped as you observed his whole self. He barely grunted in acknowledgement to you. This was exactly what you were afraid of, some days, he’d come home fine, just cranky, and others-...This was the worst you’d seen him, and it made you fear the worst, terrified now that even if he gets through this, what will happen next time? You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes, but you quickly swallowed them back, you couldn’t allow yourself to be overcome with emotion right now, especially since he needed you now. “Lo, C’mon.” You encourage, grabbing his arm to get him to stand. He wouldn’t at first, either because he was too weak, or he didn’t want to move. “Lo, baby, come on. Work with me here.” You said softly to him, and that seemed to reach him- as grunted, pushing himself off the chair- and you led him to the bathroom. You sat him on the toilet, while you turned to turn on the tap, letting it run to get warm, as you turned your attention back to Logan.
He had tipped his head back, leaning against the back of the toilet, arms hanging limply over his thighs. His mouth hung open just a bit, as he took shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling with each, an occasional grunt of pain escaping him. You clenched your fists, pushing back the emotion you felt, as you moved to unbutton his dress shirt. His hand came up quickly, grabbing your wrists- somehow managing to still be so gentle as he grabbed you, and stopped you from continuing, and you looked up at him. His eyes hung half open, looking down at you
“Lo, let me take care of you.” You say firmly, your eyes staring back piercingly at him. “Please-” You brought your free hand to his cheek. Your thumb softly stroked over his cheekbone, where a small bruise was painted, his eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and slowly he released his grip on your wrist.
You continued your mission. Carefully unbuttoning his dress shirt, you slid it down his arms in a similar fashion to his jacket. Next, you worked on the wife beater he wore underneath. You gently encouraged him to lift his arms upwards, allowing you to tear the ruined shirt from his skin. It made you gasp, seeing just how wrecked his torso was. You placed a hand over his chest gently, and his muscles flexed at your touch.
“Did you…Expel the bullets already?” You asked quietly. He grunted and nodded quietly. You nodded with him. Then you looked down at his pants and took a deep breath. You brought your hand down, resting it on his knee. “Is it okay if I… help take these off of you?” You ask quietly.
You could see his muscles flexing, tensing up, and holding like that. Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he nodded, flooding you with relief that you hadn’t pushed his boundaries. You brought your hands to his buckle, slowly unbuckling it, pulling the leather belt open, and then you moved to unbutton his pants. Your hands were practically shaking as you did so, your mind was going far off into places it shouldn’t. To be honest, this wasn’t quite how you imagined taking his belt- or pants off for the first time. Yet the moment, while not quite what you imagined, felt intimate nonetheless. You looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his breathing was deeper, but more practiced like he was telling himself to breathe, it almost seemed that his nerves at your actions matched your own. That’s when it hit you. Nothing about this was sexual. You and Logan had your feelings for each other, both physical and emotional, but that was something to be addressed at another time. At this moment, he just needed you, to be what you’ve always been for him so you came into his life- his reason to keep going. You kneeled, working on his shoes, pulling each one off, and then his socks. You helped him stand, as he leaned against you, and you pulled down his pants- and his boxers.
You kept your eyes away from that part of him, purely to be respectful. He hasn’t said anything, and you know he ain’t exactly shy. You wouldn’t want someone oogling at your body when you’re already in pain, and vulnerable, having to put your trust in someone taking care of you. Trust already wasn’t easy for Logan, and you weren’t about to break it or take advantage of it.
He stepped into the tub and lowered inside it with your help. He did his best to silence his grunts and groans, trying not to be loud for your sake, but the warm water both soothed and stunned his body. His open wounds, only just now starting to heal, began to bleed into the water, as well as the dirt that clung to the lower half of his body slowly washed off. You grabbed a rag, dunked it into the water, and looked at him. You knew this moment was pivotal to your relationship with Logan, and it wasn’t because he was sitting here naked in front of you, or that he allowed you to undress him. It was because he was finally, finally allowing you to take care of him, the way you always wanted. You knew you needed to be slow, and gentle with him, as you began to wash over him, starting with his face, then his shoulders, his back, and finally his chest. Slow, soft circles as you began to wash the blood, the dirt, and the sins off of him. The water had become so dirty, that you had to drain the bathtub and refill it again, just to wash over him once more, this time with soap, as you ran your hands through his hair, scrubbing his scalp, before moving down to his shoulders, massaging at the tense knots you felt there. Logan had leaned his entire body towards you as you worked him over, eyes closed, an occasional pleased groan escaping him, whenever your fingers ran through his hair, or your hands brushed soothingly over an aching spot.
“We’re almost done.” You say soothingly to him, as you squeeze the rag over his chest, excess water pouring out, washing away another layer of soap. “Then you can dry off, and get into bed, and rest. Okay?”
He turned his head to you. His eyes were more alert but relaxed.
“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He muttered lowly, examining the details of your face. “This isn’t right. You…You shouldn’t be taking care of me, sweetheart. I don’t deserve it.”
You looked at him, your expression turning into something soft. That’s why Logan refused you. He rejected your advances, all your attempts at getting close to him, because he didn’t believe he deserved it. You knew he struggled looking at himself like he was a good man, and you never understood why, because the Logan you knew, was a hero. Not because he served in wars, was a part of the xmen, and did all the glorious things that heroes did. He was a hero because despite all he went through, all the heartbreak and hurt- he still got up every day, and he took care of you. He took care of Charles. He kept enduring the hardships life threw at him- all for the sake of helping this one man, who saw potential in him and changed his whole life around. Logan could have left, he could have moved on from everything like he had for 200 years, but he stuck around for Charles, and you wondered if you’ve become a part of that reason too.
You brought your hand to his cheek, looking him in the eyes. “Yes, you do Lo.” You say softly. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He looked so exhausted, and so vulnerable. Now wasn’t the time for admitting feelings. “I want to do this. I want to take care of you, because you take care of me.”
There was a moment of silence.
Logan brought his hand up to yours that cupped your cheek, and closed his eyes as he savored your touch. You kept him going. He avoided letting you reciprocate his affections because he believed you deserved better, that he didn’t deserve you and the worship he saw in your eyes every time you looked at him. How many nights has he resisted the urge to go into your room, climb into your bed, and show you how he really felt for you; Even tonight, as he got the shit beaten out of him, he thought about you- and he knew he had to make it back because the idea of leaving you alone in this world was too much to bear. He couldn’t let your hands touch him, your lips on his skin because he carried too many sins with him, and he wouldn’t want to ruin the good he sees in you. Now though, as you carefully wash him, gentle, caring, worshiping with every brush of the washrag against his skin, he felt that maybe he got it wrong. Maybe, instead of him protecting you from his sins…You could wash away his sins, and create something new, all for you to do as you please.
Maybe now, he'll finally let you love him.
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Datura Pt 15
Author's Note: Darrrrrlllllliiiiinnnngggg guess who's back from jail the debilitating cycle of mental illness?
Seriously tho, thank ya'll for sticking with me I have not been able to write more than a couple paragraphs a day lately. Please enjoy meeting a couple familiar faces, as a treat.
Content Warnings: Canon Typical Violence
Previous Chapter/Masterlist
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Giving the High Lords’ their powers back is, surprisingly, the easiest part of the next hour. Reaching into your power well, untangling the threads of each of them, swirling together within you is easy compared to getting them to agree on anything. They all stand there, in what’s left of the Throne Room, yelling at each other about what’s to be done about your father. Rhys and Helion want him dead now, the Cauldron returned to its resting place. Beron and Tarquin want to go home and be done with the whole mess. Kallias and Thesan want to try and muster their armies, in case of all out war.
By this point its all a jumble of nonsense in your ears. You’re so tired. Rhys, with his powers returned, is healing nicely from the wounds you’ve inflicted, and despite all he’s endured, he’s the one holding you upright as you lean into his side. It’s taking all your energy to just keep your eyes open, to not give into the warmth that radiates from his skin, and sink into it.
“We are wasting time!” Helion agrues.
“What he does in the Human Lands is no business of ours!” Shouts Beron.
You’d snarl at him if you had the energy; every time he opens his mouth you wish you’d had the presence of mind to give his powers to Eris instead, but the headache from holding all that had gotten so bad you’d thought your head might actually burst if you didn’t expel as much of it as you could. As is, Tamlin’s powers still prowl beneath your skin; finding him will be a challenge you’ll have to face later, once this threat is finally over.
Rhys’s hand strokes your side soothingly as he comes to Helion’s defense, his snarl making the room shake. He is a sight to behold at full power, everything about him seems to dim the impressive powers around him. Wisps of shadows twirl around his body, twining around your own in exploration. A welcome darkness. You’d like very much to fall into it and not think about any of this for weeks and weeks.
“We are getting nowhere with this,” Kallias insists. “Let us return home and send out spies. We are of no help to anyone if we end up dead because we went in blind.”
“We cannot wait that long,” Helion presses.
“We won’t need to,” Rhys says, flicking a bit of lint off his shoulder. “My spy should be here with news any minute now.”
Even you crane your head up to look at him, surprised. He hasn’t moved from the Throne Room, is only now dressed because he summoned something from a pocket realm, when would he have had the time?
He merely winks at you as he says to the others, “Once he arrives, we will make our decision.”
“And we should trust a word from your spies?” Beron snarls. “As we should trust a story about the Cauldron from her.” He’s been rather pissed that a female had wielded his powers, and has taken every opportunity to take a shot at you since getting them back. As if diminishing your ability cleansed them of whatever womanly germs you may have gotten on them.
“I gave you those powers of my own free will, I can take them back any time I desire,” you warn.
He has the good sense to step away from you, at least, even if his disdain is palpable.
“The next time you look at my mate like that,” Rhys snarls so low the lights in the room start to wink out. The stars that usually glitter in his violet eyes shrink, pupil expanding until it’s nearly black. “I’ll separate your head from your shoulders.” His shadows deepen, swirling around him.
Mate. The word clangs through them like a warning bell and there are various reactions of disgust and surprise. Helion claps him on the back in congratulations despite the others’ response.
You brush a mental hand over the thin thread that connects you to Rhys, testing to tell yourself that it is real. The loss of the bargains is visceral, it feels as if there’s a gaping wound in your soul, poking around in there feels like touching an exposed nerve, but beneath it, glittering like a million stars, is that tether. The one you suspect might have been the only reason you’re still alive at all.
Rhys opens his end of it to you, the door of adamant thrown open far wider than it had ever been before. “Are you all right, Darling?”
You could cry from a thousand different things right now, but the fact that you can hear him, feel him like this makes you close your eyes for a brief moment and relish the fact that Hybern hadn’t robbed you of this too. “I thought…” the memory of that dark power holding you down, tearing the bargain apart, flashes across your shared mental space before you can shut it out. “I wasn’t sure this would still be here.”
Rhys’s anger flares down the bond as the memory plays out before him, the arm around your waist tightening. “It will always be here. Nothing, no exiled king, no Mountain, no damned Cauldron, will ever change that.”
“Even if I did punch you in the face?” You quip, eyes blurring with tears.
His deep rumble of a laugh flows down the bond, fills it with glittering starlight. It is such a contrast to the dark lord mask he still outwardly shows the other lords. Looking at him, they can only see Darkness Incarnate, a creature of shadows and malevolence that keeps baring his teeth when someone gets out of line. Yet here, between your two souls, he is gentle and kind and bright.
“Maybe if you’d broken my nose it would be different, I am known for my good looks after all,” he returns. “So I suppose it can be overlooked.”
You’ve almost forgotten the other lords are still bickering until Rhys’s remark makes you snort and Beron turns to glare at you. It’s only because your mate flashes his teeth at him with a growl that he keeps from pointing it out.
You could have stayed like this, warm in both his physical and mental embrace, had a male with wings not entered the room. Fae came in all shapes, sizes and colors, your travels had shown many of them to you over the years, but you’ve met very few with wings like these. The leathery membrane is reminiscent of a bat’s, with a large apex talon at the tip; when folded behind him, the talons make it look like horns are growing out of his shoulders. He weara]s black fighting leathers, fit tight to his muscled form; a sword sheathed between his great wings, a single, ornate dagger strapped to his thigh. You know him to be with Rhys solely from the shadows that mist over his frame, drifting through his dark hair to shroud his face as he enters, his powers not entirely unlike your mate’s.
The male’s hazel eyes flick immediately to Rhys, his features mostly schooled into cold indifference, but you note the briefest flick of relief as he takes in his High Lord.
“Don’t tell me you only brought the Shadowsinger?” Helion asks with a pout.
The rest of the room finally falls silent as the male steps up to the table you’ve all been arguing around. Rhys claps him on the shoulder in greeting, your mate’s posture relaxing at his presence.
The male returns the gesture, the hand he reaches out scarred beyond any repair. “M’lord.” There’s a bit of teasing underneath the tone, as if he says it in joke, perhaps that is why Rhys flashes him a grin in return.
“Well?” Thesan questions.
“My spies and I have tracked Hybern back to a temple in Spring,” the male says, turning away from Rhys to face them. “Troops are prepared to move, but no one has yet. I couldn’t get any closer.”
You run your fingers over your damaged throat in thought. He has the Cauldron still, why not use it?
Helion asks as much before you can say it aloud.
“I couldn’t get inside, his shields are extensive. If we are to engage him, we’ll have to draw him outside.”
“With what army?” Kallias returns.
“We have an Illyrian legion and a squadron of Darkbringers standing by,” he says with a nod to Rhys.
“Ah, so you did bring Cassian,” Helion says with a grin. “I was hoping I’d see a pretty face after being in this cage for so long.”
Beron snarls softly under his breath in disgust.
“I can break the shield,” you say.
“Tore through Amarantha’s like butter,” Helion agrees.
Rhys’s attention is now glued to you, as is the Shadowsinger, hazel eyes assessing the way his lord holds you.
“I can go in first, take the shield down, and you all can come in behind me.”
“And let you lead us right into a trap?” Beron snarls.
“Would you prefer to go in first?” Tarquin returns.
“Helion and I will be right behind you,” Rhys says slowly, as if he’s still thinking through the details.
“I can cleave any surprise spells beyond the shield,” Helion confirms.
“My troops can provide cover, if Hybern’s men move,” Rhys continues. “The rest of you can follow along behind. We’ll distract Hybern while…”
A shiver runs inadvertently down my spine at thought, but I force the words out anyway, “While I drain the Cauldron so he can’t use it.”
Rhys nods, a string of affection trickling down the bond. “Once Hybern and his troops are dead, or captured, we send the Cauldron back to its resting place, and we all go home.”
Kallias rubs a hand wearily over his face.
“I don’t see why all of us have to risk our necks,” Beron snarls.
“Because we don’t know what else he has up his sleeve,” Thesan returns. “We’ve all been in the dark to the outside world for the last fifty years. He could have anything.”
“He doesn’t have his whole army moved in yet,” the Shadowsinger confirms. “We have to move now.”
Tarquin sighs as he leans his weight against the table. “Let us be done with it then.”
You sigh with relief. It’s almost over. This nightmare is, mercifully, moments away from over. All you have to do is tear down a shield and drain the actual, life giving, Cauldron.
The terrifying, cold, bottomless Cauldron that had swallowed you and spit you out. The very thing that had tied you to Hybern’s will and nearly cost you your mate. And you wanted to, somehow, take that power from it so it couldn’t be wielded?
You are in over your head.
You never should have suggested it.
But how can you not? Even with all their powers restored, none of the High Lords can take power from anyone, or anything else. That is a gift that belongs to you and you alone. It has to be you.
By the time you pull yourself out of your thoughts over the ancient artifact, the other lords have filtered out, leaving you alone with Rhys and his spy. It’s only when they’re gone that Rhys releases you, so he can throw his arms around the other male. It is far more affectionate than you have ever seen him be with someone aside from yourself.
“Az,” he half sobs into the other male’s shoulder.
“You idiot!” The other snarls, even as those scarred hands grip so tight to the back of Rhys’s shirt it looks like he might tear it. “What were you thinking!?”
Rhys’s response is still more sob than laugh, but there is some humor in it nonetheless. “It worked didn’t it?”
“I’d thought I’d never see you again, you stupid prick!”
When they finally pull away, Rhys is grinning. “Az, you should meet my mate.”
You’re still standing there awkwardly, and probably looking like you’d been tossed under a wagon, if you’re being totally honest with yourself, and the only thing you can think to do is give a little wave. “Hi.”
He looks back and forth between you two, shadows drifting off his shoulders, slithering around his dark boots like snakes as they come to appraise you, much as Rhys’s own powers had that night on Calanmai. Though these are colder and more methodic in their search than your mate’s had been.
“Y/N, this is my brother, Azriel.”
“Who’s blood is all over your hands?” Azriel asks by way of greeting.
It’s an effort not to tuck them behind your back under his scrutiny. “A little bit of everyone’s really,” you mumble.
Azriel shoots Rhys a look that has your mate grinning, “She killed Amarantha.”
“Well, then, it’s nice to meet you,” Azriel replies, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a grin.
“You two will get along well, I think,” Rhys says, and judging by the warmth he’s flooding down the bond you know he really means it. This is important to him.
“You make it a habit of killing dictators, Y/N?” Azriel teases.
“Well we are on our way to kill my father, so I might be,” you return.
The shock on his face is enough to make you grin, even as Rhys slaps Azriel on the back and says, “We should go find Cass.”
Cass turns out to be one of the tallest males you’ve ever seen, bearing the same dark wings as Azriel, long brown hair tied back out of his sun kissed face. While Azriel had remarks on Rhys’s absence to make, this one merely barreled into him as soon as he caught sight of him, nearly taking them both to the ground in his attempt to bear hug him.
Azriel takes up the space beside you, watching them with the same cold indifference he looked at everything. “Careful, he’s a hugger.” Was the only warning you got before the giant of a male released Rhys to sweep you up into a hug of your own.
You awkwardly pat his large back once your feet manage to get back on the ground. “Uh hi.”
“You’re much prettier than he is,” he says when he pulls away, a shit eating grin plastered to his handsome face. “You sure you want this loser?” He jerks his thumb in Rhys’s direction for good measure.
Rhys grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you back against his chest. “Don’t mind Cassian, he was dropped as a baby.”
“I was not!” Cassian returns. “Thrown out into the snow sure, but no one ever dropped me.”
“His head’s so big you wouldn’t have noticed if he had anyway,” Azriel returns.
Rhys chuckles as they turn to square off each other, shouting obscenities. “I know they’re a little much-”
You run your fingers over his arm where it’s braced against your collarbone, the weight of him at your back solid and reassuring. “This is pretty much what I’d expect of anyone related to you, honestly.”
He gives your shoulder a teasing pinch, “Brat.”
“You endured all this for them,” you say in a more serious tone. “You gave all of yourself to make sure they were safe. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”
He kisses the top of your head in thanks. “I can’t wait for this to be over, so we can go home and you can meet the rest of them.”
For that, for them, you can do this, you can go up against the Cauldron. You give his hand a squeeze. “Let’s get this done then.”
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The crunch of every dead piece of grass under your feet sounds like an alarm bell. The rustle of the trees, the quiet of the nearby birds, it all feels as if it’s screaming your location right to your father.
You draw a deep breath as you creep forward, then another as the Temple finally comes into view. Hybern’s shield around the building is a lot less visible than Amarantha’s had been, yet you can feel it. There’s a buzzing beneath your skin that grows the closer you get to it, the air tinged with a hint of overripe fruit.
“Hello, Daughter of the Void, have you come to play another game?”
You freeze, a shiver running down your spine.
Behind you, Rhys and Helion pause too, watching the area ahead of you warily. Cassian had produced armor and weapons for both of them, their swords still sheathed at their backs. Rhys reaches a hand up to grab his at your movements, but neither mention hearing the Cauldron.
“Darling?” Rhys asks mind to mind to avoid being heard. “Are you all right?”
Your stomach is in your throat, it’s an effort to swallow. “Yeah,” you lie as the phantom touch of that icy water brushes over your skin. Cassian hadn’t found armor for you, just a pair of more practical clothes and boots. Helion had offered to cast a shield for you, but his efforts had been for nothing, your body had swallowed up the shield like it was starving for any bit of new power it could reach. Still, you wish you’d found something, anything to make you feel a little less powerless against what you were up against.
“Just thought I heard something.” In a few more tentative steps, you’re at the edge of the shield.
“Come, come and play, Sweet Nothing.”
You reach out a hand, even though it’s shaking, and let your claws slide into place. They’re still a little distorted from Spring’s powers, you skin a war of fur and scales as the warring powers fight for dominance.
You can do this. Your mate is right behind you. His brothers and their winged armies just above the treeline. You are not alone to fight Hybern this time.
“Once we’re through, let Helion go ahead and check for protection spells,” Rhys cautions.
“I didn’t see any before,” you muse.
“He wasn’t trying to keep you out then,” he reminds. “But he knows that you’re against him now. We have to be ready for anything.”
You square your shoulders. You can do this.
The shield splits under your claws as if you’re shredding paper, your hand tingling with the sensation of a thousand needles as you draw all that power into you. After holding the powers of all the High Lords, this is nothing in comparison, even if it is stronger than Amarantha’s. You don’t stop pulling it into you until you no longer feel the buzzing of it against your skin.
“We’re in,” you say to Helion, who strides past you far more confidently than you felt he should be.
Especially when it’s so… quiet.
You tilt your head, listening. There are still no birds here, but there is no waiting army either. Hybern had plenty of soldiers when you’d seen him last, too many to cram all inside the Temple, even with the ones you’d misted under his orders. It shouldn’t be this quiet.
Helion’s head tilts to the side as he too considers the stillness.
You can’t smell any spells at work, or see any other types of shields.
“Come, come and play,” the Cauldron beckons. “We have so much more to learn from each other, Little Death.”
Why have no army in sight with something this valuable out in the open?
Why leave something you could hear within reach?
You glance back at Rhys, by the look on his face its clear he too knows something is wrong, but he still can’t hear that it’s wrong.
“Come.” It starts like a second pulse within your chest.
“Come.” Then the hair on your arms raises.
“Come.” The ground trembles, but still no one but you notices.
Because you were remade. It knows you and you know it. And that’s the only way you have time to run and push Helion out of the way before Hybern uses the Cauldron to send out a blast of pure energy that hits you right in the chest.
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After seeing your post about how hori ruined spinners charcater, it reminded me of just how furious i am that hori fumbled spinners quirk. I made a post discussing some of the abilities of geckos , but to summarize. These mfers can grip things on the atomic level, clear 120 body lengths in a second(which would make spinner able to as fast, if not faster than charcaters like hawks and all might) bench 300 times their weight, see in the dark, walk on water, land on their feet almost all the time, clinb with prehensile tails, remove and regrow their tails, etc. AND THE ONLY ABILITY HORI GAVE HIM IS WALL-CRAWLING! Thats just so unimaginative and boring. "But spinners supposed to be weak-" ZIP IT. If hori wanted a weak character, he should have given him a quirk of a wimpier animal like a mosquito, or a lemming, not the gecko of all things. I've made it clear by this point how much I love reptiles, so to see a their abilities get get undersold by an incompetant writer, and people defending this? Nah jail time, all of ya'll.
P.S. sorry if thi sounds more aggressive than usual, but I really needed to get off my chest.
This is... Weird considering all the abilities he gave Tsu. It sounds to me that Horikoshi didn't bother to do actual research on geckos and said "sticky wall go brr" or some shit like that. But even then, that doesn't explain why he put so much effort in Tsu's quirk when she ended up not even being a central protagonist and Spinner became a primary antagonist after the PLA War.
It's just... Odd
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A Little Comfort
Summary: Yan!Diavolo has abducted you and kept you locked inside the castle. How would the Little D's would try to make you feel better?
A/N: Say uh... about my past work I will TRY to make a part two about it I promise😙. Thankyou for all the love ya'll please let me know what you think🥰
Little D No. 1
will always remind you to eat, sleep, etc even if if you don't feel like it
will always do little things just to make you feel a little bit better in your room (jail) like opening your windows to let in some air or pouring you a glass of water before and after your slumber
Little D No. 2 (Greed)
the one who likes to spend the most time with you though he won't admit it and will always say things like "I'm doing this just for ya so ya better be grateful!" or "This is just part of my job to take ot ya and I'm not enjoying this!" but you can clearly see the faint blush on his cheeks even if he hides it by looking away.
Little D No. 3 (Envy)
will bring you games to keep you entertained.
would sometimes makes himself lose just so he could cheer you up
Will even brought you some anime films for you to watch together
Little D No. 4 (Wrath)
will bring you books to read to keep you busy
will even sometimes read you one when you're about to sleep
will also sneak in cats
Little D No. 5 (Lust)
will comfort you when you're crying and tell you how beautiful you are while fixing your hair
likes to put accessories on you or update you on the latest trnd on the outside world
Little D No. 6
will always bring you food or always have some food in him just in case you finally have the urge to eat something
will even encourage you to do indoor exercise with him so you won't feel bored
Little D No. 7
will always cuddle with and is the biggest cuddle bug
will sometimes tag along with Little D Number 6 so you all can cuddle together
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Commiting tax evasion with Bai yi as your ceo...
Girl... I don't even know how you got here but... You were very likely HIGHKEY scammed by miss gurl... 🦗🦗🦗 Yeah... Why did you apply in a shady company anyways...? But you probably was LOOKING 👀 for a job that can PAY the bills 💵💵💵 but spoilers, you were UNDERPAID, OVERWORKED, and most esp. Not even paid anyways... 🙄🙄🙄 So forget what I said about being paid little because girl you are not paid even once while you were working with this stink... 😑
You decided to apply for a job position as her assistant... In Syndicate. Pooks... This should've been your first red flag, but NOPE! You were DESPERATE. For what though? 🤨 And the flyer wasn't... That great like sis... Again, another red flag... Couldn't you just... 🏃♀️💨 away from the moment you saw the flyer? (/j I'm holding you in 😰🔫 point so, you didn't have a choice anyway 💅) But who even reads nowadays as long as, we get PAID 🤑🤑🤑 right? So, fast forward to you clutching your pearls and barely making it out alive to meet with the interviewer... Maam. Major red flag, the building looked run-down.
Pookie... 🤧 You didn't almost get stabbed, kidnapped, mugged, and possibly even get robbed for your kidney for this... 😭😭😭 Finally, your employer shows up in this DRIP 💧, what you doing???
Remember when I said that you have the option to say no? I didn't say anything 😇 The thing is, you can't. You just CANT. Look me in the eye and tell me that this girl wouldn't do SHIT to you rn... Be serious, because I don't even think you're gonna walk out of the interview scot free sis... Nah uh, not at all... Sis looks like she is about to beat the SHIT out of you, and will most likely sell your organs after that... 🥺🥺🥺 Luckily, she spoke up and had that mom vibe that you almost instantaneously calm down...
After hyperventilating and K.K giving you odd looks as well... Finally you were in the "company" Yay? 🧍♀️ You stood there staring at the dusty ass couch and a man who looked VERY sleep-deprived. You learned that Che was their name. But why is he dressed up like he about to go for a hike...? Sighs, i don't think you'll ever get the fashion of Syndicate... You and the two held a mini staring contest like you two were Communicating, that K.K was confused at the random moment she had to snap ya'll out of it and discuss the job details... The job being, you doing all the paperwork... For 50 discoins per hour. Stink, you're screwed 😃
Obviously, you were about to decline... Until finally, the CEO showed up. Sighs. You ask to yourself, was this really worth the trip and the STRUGGLE you went through? Stink cannot even bribe you with her face card because you still had to pay the billssssss 😞
Bai yi shows up, you hear the sound of sirens and cops speaking through the megaphone. 🤡 You really thought this was going to be the las time you'll be seeing daylight, like sis you were going to JAIL. ⛓⛓⛓ For existing. The three of them noticed and explains casually that this is their hideout, and no one's breached here before. You raised a brow at the statement, skeptical at how relaxed they were acting 🤨🤨🤨 Like who you fooling??? Though you can't speak for yourself when, you waltzed into Syndicate knowing DAMN well that this place was bad news... So you kept it to yourself 🥰
Of course, Bai yi bribes you to stay and become Whitestone Industries assistant with a sob story that can make you cry... Except you weren't gullible enough and walked out of the door, preferring to get arrested instead, lmao 🤭🤭🤭 Sis chased you down the stairs like it was a kdrama scene, grabbing your arm and acting like this was the last time ya'll seeing each other 💀 girl, you can never escape her because she's all over and like, she's a criminal, what else? 🤓 You ended up accepting in the end, because you wasted your time for this... Making K.K sigh in relief since she finally isn't alone with two idiots... Unless you add up to the equation then... 😶
Timeskip to a month, you and sis was WORKING. Helping them out with ✨Graphic design is my passion✨ motto since you wanted to get rid off the... Terrible... Designs that they come up with when they release an ad, flyer, or promotion post. You kinda got used to the usual, illegal work they do because why not? 😎 You already gave up in paying the bills, so why not commit tax evasion as well, right? You asked Bai yi tips on how to tax evade 🏃♀️ K.K was beyond mortified at the sudden camaraderie that came after the event, making you and Bai yi besties 🤝 Friendship ended with the government 💔 Tax evasion is my pookie now 🥰
You are being hunt down by the police as well, causing you to move to Syndicate, living with K.K, Che, and Bai yi currently. Life was good, until Bai yi kept bringing more problems than solutions everyday, causing you to become one of the MOTHER 👩🦰 alongside with K.K, making sure the other two stay out of trouble because they're a magnet for chaos, apparently. K.K's words, not mine 🤷♀️ More on that when I think of part two! An: My exam in a major subject FLOPPED. 👎📉 /j, I'm overthinking so I cope with writing unserious shit to think less of it, and hopefully make the redemption in finalsssss HISSSS 🐍 RAH❗❗❗ 🦅 But anyways, to more UNSERIOUS, and UNHINGED shit to come!!! But also some serious ptn stuff (Like the nursing intern one)
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I'm Bored. Let's Play a Game:
If you've been around here for a bit, you'll know that I am an exteme enjoyer of middle grade/children's media. 11-16 year old's saving the world and going on fun adventures is my bread and butter. You'll also know that I discuss this media with my family rather copiously. And I'm going to let you in on one of our longest running discussions ever.
As discussed in this post, there is a genre convention of children's media that removes all responsible adult figures from the story so that the child protagonists get to go on fun but HIGHLY dangerous adventures. This has led to us making a game of spotting the rare responsible adults and debating about how responsible they actually are (and then loosely ranking them).
I'd like to let you all in on this game. Reply, reblog, or tag me with a character from some of your favorite children's media that you think counts as a responsible adult. If you'd like, you can prepare a defense for them, and I'll prep a rebuttal, but I can also argue both sides for them. If I don't know the piece of media, I'll do some spelunking the wiki, and you'll have to be alright with it not being entirely accurate.
After looking at the evidence from both sides, I'll rate them on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being "so irresponsible that they should be in jail multiple times over and shouldn't be allowed to interact with kids" and 10 being "get this person an actual a+ parent/mentor/whatever of the century award."
Also remember that this is all in good fun! I like debating, and I'm not dissing the characters or the story just for rating an adult low!
I'm going to tag some folks to start just so ya'll know I've opened this game, but you are in no way obligated to join! You are also welcome to play even if I didn't tag you and even if we've never interacted!
@ace-of-hats @kerpwow @givemethesleep @mzmuskratism @valid-name @mewuniverse @ellazimmermansblog
#tumblr games#reblog games#fandom#meta#meta discussions#fandom meta#literature#media critique#i'm not really sure how to tag this and I don't wanna crowd the fandom tags so hopefully this'll do
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Oversharing on the internet again
I just discovered some insane ass shit. I'm usually not one to overshare to strangers on the internet but my life has been a wild ride the past few months and it's a bit theraputic.
So I know a lot of you saw my whole family drama post when I went to visit my parents. So yeah, family stuff is messy.
A while, I paid to upgrade my 23 and me DNA test because I've been having health problems (nothing super serious, but stuff I need to figure out) and I wound up really looking into it. It's really important because I don't know my father and have no medical family history.
Out of curiosity, I was looking at the family tree feature. My great grandparents on my mothers side were immigrants from Finland through Ellis Island and I love finding information out about it. It's super interesting and cool.
I called my mom and was asking her if she knew any of the names that popped up as relatives so I could put them on the correct side of the family tree. She went ballistic. Told me to stop digging, asking me why I wanted to know. So I ended the conversation and called my grandma. My grandma is a ROCK. She's the only one who has it together in my family and she is an integral part of why I turned out okay. She even told me to stop, that there were things my mother was ashamed of and it was best to leave it. That was probably about a year ago that this all went down.
I had a doctors appointment yesterday, and my doctor and I were looking through the weird drug intolerances that are in my genetic expression so we could find a better medication for me. Of course, it got me curious again because that's human nature.
Last night, I googled my birth father's name. I've done it before, nothing ever comes up. I had always assumed he was dead because my mom told me he was a heroin addict. Well, A LOT came up this time because he's involved in high profile parole case for murder charges from 1992. At first, I wasn't sure if it was him, but the article was from the town I was born in. The timeline REALLY lined up- he would have committed murder when my mom was about six months pregnant.
I told my husband and we started digging. I found a bad picture of a newspaper article from 1994 when he was convicted. My mom was listed as testifying and as his girlfriend. He brutally strangled a woman in a school parking lot with her own pants. His fucking colloquially known as the 'stretchy-pants strangler'. He had previous charges for domestic violence and had been in jail for robbery. The quotes from him in the articles are creepy and manipulative and make my skin crawl.
And ya'll I'M FINE. Like I didn't know the guy and I assumed he was a bad person, but it's just....unreal. He's alive and I know what prison he is in. I saw a picture of him after spending 31 years not knowing what he looked like. I can't talk to my mom about it because she's so mentally fragile and I think me knowing would push her over the edge.
Do I like...write a book? This isn't how real life works. I always liked true crime, but I'm not sure if I like being one degree away from it.
So yeah. Now I decide how deep I dig- part of me wants to foia court records and arrest records. Part of me is like leave it alone.
TL;DR: my bio dad is a convicted murderer and i just found out
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Hi! I love your Scarlet Witch Au! I have some questions!
With your Scarlet Witch Hobie Au! How does Hobie react with seeing our miles? Does he get déjà vu? Instantly goes into protective mode? Does he break out of the jail he was put in to get to miles? Does he think this is he’s second chance to be with Miles? Also what does Miles think of Scarlet Witch Hobie?
In a scene ya'll might see later, Hobie is released from the ancient cube that was keeping him held for those four years in his exile. He was kept in a deep vault inside HQ. Only Miguel, Lyla, and The Doctor Strange Spider-Man knew what was inside those giant double doors that no one else could get in to. Due to The Spot shaking up the multiverse though, it allowed Hobie to slip from his chains and back into reality.
Miguel, of course, is notified that there's been a breach and he along with the rest of the main cast rush to see what's happened and-well, that's where they find Hobie just getting back in touch with reality, standing on shaky legs and beginning to try and work with his magic again.
"No," Miguel gasps out and is immediately racing to stop him, the others around him completely confused. "No!"
Hobie's head shoots up and their eyes meet.
Immediately, he wastes no time in creating a portal, walking ever so slowly backwards towards it because there's no way Miguel will reach him in time and, even if he could, Hobie's magic is already configuring itself back to his body, already morphing and shifting and getting back to one hundred percent.
Hobie smirks and raises his head.
"Cya, mate," He taunts as he takes another step back into the portal.
"Stop!" Miguel shouts.
His fingers curl and red flares from his digits as he glances to the side, catching sight of the crowd growing by the open entry way to his prison.
And, just as the portal's about to close-
Hobie's eyes widen and he inhales sharply.
Brown skin, dark frizzled curly hair, deep, emotional, gorgeous, caramel eyes that meet his own-
Miles.
The portal closes-and he exhales.
(Of course, this leads to Hobie's slow downward spiral. For one, he wants revenge on Miguel for destroying his universe and killing the Miles he fell in love with but, now, he has a more important goal; to get Miles back, to have his happiness again, to have everything that was taken from him returned.
Blah blah blah, plot plot, THEY MEET AGAIN! Pretty much inspired by the Scarlet Witch and Dr. Strange face off after Wanda gets out of the mirror dimension soooo this is kinda in the middle of a scene, sorry if that's a little distracting!)
"What the fuck," Hobie deadpans as he stares at his variant.
The Hobie of Earth 99934 looked weary as though he had been fighting a war his whole life. Bags stained underneath his dark eyes, his uniform that was so obviously created with his magic was a dark red with black cracks spreading through it all, starting where his heart would be. It was as his madness had manifested onto his physical form, so much pain, so much grief, so much of it that it could not be contained.
He had long dreads that were tied in a bun at the top of his head, locks falling past his shoulders and towards the middle of his back. Crystals hung from the ends of some of his strands, red crystals that were glowing on their own. A crown rested atop his head, rusted and broken.
Miles clings to Hobie, shaking and terrified. Gwen stands beside them, tense and ready to fling herself at the enemy. Pav is on the other side of them, glaring. Peter B stood in front of them, protecting them alongside Jessica, Miguel, Noir, Peni, and Ham.
"Who are you?" Miles whispers and Variant Hobie smiles at him. He had never looked away from him.
"Hobie Brown," He replies. "Of Earth 99934."
Miles' brows furrow.
"How did you escape the seal?" Miguels demands, tense and completely on edge. "It shouldn't be possible."
They all glance at him, confused. Seal?
"It's cute how ya' think that yer little box would keep me held forever," Variant Hobie laughs. "How ya' think it would keep me from him."
"You're a monster," Miguel snaps.
"Oh, yes," Variant Hobie chuckles. "Me. I'm not the one who destroyed an entire universe just so I could play house with my fake daughter and wife."
Miguel doesn't say anything at that so Variant Hobie continues, walking around them ever so slowly, like a predator waiting to strike.
"Nah, I jus' tried to be happy, to take back what was stolen from me," He growls, eyes flaring red. "By you."
"What?" Gwen perks up. "Miguel, what is he talking-?"
"They don't know?" Variant Hobie pauses in his next steps, puzzled. "Ya' mean to tell me, they don't even fuckin' know? Ya' never told them of yer greatest failure? Of yer greatest mistake? Of how ya' destroyed my entire world? How ya' killed the love of my life? How ya' took everything from me?"
They're stunned into silence. Miguel looks impossibly sorrowful and ashamed.
Variant Hobie scoffs. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't tell anyone how I destroyed an entire universe and killed billions of people except fo' one person, exiling them and taking away everythin' they had, either."
"You were the only one to survive?" Miles breathes, astonished and impossibly horrified. "But...how?"
"Oh, my love," Variant Hobie turns soft seemingly on automatic. But, his eyes were blank, dark, like black holes. "Ya' don't wanna know how."
Miles shudders.
"Oi," Hobie frowns and glares at his variant, working to keep Miles from his view. He didn't like the look in this guy's eyes. "Whateva' beef ya' got wit' Miguel ain't our problem. Settle this between the two of ya'll, we ain't got nothin' ta' do with this."
Variant Hobie hums. "I would agree with ya', but..." He trails off. "Ya'll have somethin' I want."
He points behind Hobie and directly at Miles.
They all tense.
Miles sputters. "I-what?"
"Sorry, no can do," Gwen speaks up, practically growling. "Get the hell out of here before we beat your ass, man."
"Yeah, what the hell makes you think we're just going to hand our friend over?!" Pav screams. "You're crazy, man!"
Hobie turns to his variant, a hand on his guitar.
"Sorry, mate," He tells him. "I think it's best if ya' leave. Now."
Variant Hobie sighs and shakes his head.
"I wanted ta' be gentle," He says to them and the ground beneath them shakes. "I wanted ta' reason with ya'll but, I suppose there's no reason ta' talk."
His eyes flare and all of the Spider's go in the defensive and-
"Wait! Stop!" Miles screams and rushes between all of them, holding out both hands between both groups and everyone pauses. "Stop, please. We can-" He turns to Hobie's variant, pleading. "We can talk this out, yeah?"
Variant Hobie stares at him as though he's trying to grab ahold of Miles' soul.
"Miles!" Peter B yells. "Get back here!"
"Just-" Miles gasps. "Let's just hear him out, okay? I don't want to fight if we don't have to."
"You're so alike," Variant Hobie breathes, mesmerized. "Just like him. Ya' always want ta' choose the peaceful way out."
Miles' brows furrow in confusion. "What?"
"Ya' want ta' know my side of the story?" Variant Hobie asks as he stands up straight and his fingers flare red, curling in the air as he twists his hands. "Fine. I'll show ya' my story."
Miles yelps as red magic flickers in front of him and he goes tread milling backward as he moves out of the way of his aura. Then, suddenly, an ancient looking, glowing book appears in front of them and Miles stares, astonished.
"The Darkhold," Miguel whispers. "You still have it."
"It's connected ta' me, bloody idiot," Variant Hobie growls. "Of course I still have it."
Peter B pales. "How-?"
"When Miguel decided to say fuck all and play fake daddy," Variant Hobie snarls and visions in red light up in front of them, showing what they had all previously seen; Miguel's daughter fading in his arms. "It caused my universe to become disrupted and everythin' disappeared. All of it. Gone."
Then, the shapes in red changed and Miles' eyes widened as he recognized well-himself.
"I met Miles when I first joined the Avengers," Variant Hobie explains and the visions morph into both Miles and the variant, showing them chatting and laughing together. "He was funny, caring, kind, and beautiful. He accepted me with no problem and we became fast friends..."
"We went on missions togetha' all the time. We hung out every chance we could get and-"
His voice breaks.
"We were supposed to get married."
Miles' lips part.
Oh.
Oh.
It all makes sense now.
This feeling that was radiating from him, from this variant it was-
It was grief.
Variant Hobie huffs a distorted laugh as his fingers curl and the book closes. "Every night," He says. "The same dream. Then, every morning, the same-"
Their eyes meet and Miles shudders.
"Nightmare."
The Darkhold disappears, along with the red visions and imagery and Variant Hobie sighs, dusting off his long skirt.
"But, I suppose it doesn't matter now," He says, trailing off into a whisper as he turns away to hide his face. "None of it matters now..."
Miles swallows thickly, taking a step back.
Miguel is the first one to step towards him, taking a defensive stance in front of him and Miles stares up at him, surprised.
"Like they said," Miguel starts. "Your business is with me. Let them leave."
Variant Hobie eyes him for a few moments. Seconds tick by as everyone seems to hold their breath, waiting for the moment to strike, to jump in and stop this variant.
"This doesn't need to end in bloodshed," Variant Hobie smiles bitterly. "Give me what I want and I'll let you all live."
They let his words sink in.
"What..." Gwen breathes. "What do you want?"
Miles could see the flashbacks behind those dark, red eyes.
"I'll get what I want," Variant Hobie snaps. "Then, no one, not a single goddamned soul in this multiverse will ever take it from me-"
His hands light up and orbs glow blood red as he glares at Miguel.
"-again."
And then, all hell breaks loose.
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In (Half) defense of Maddie. (spoilers for arcane s2)
I don't post on here, I just read the fics. I finished arcane s2 and for the most part i loved it. but the last 2 episodes weren't my favorites. but one detail I really disliked.
maddie.
Maddie herself isn't necessarily a bad character. but she isn't a good one, she's boring. It feels like how they handled her was Rushed, or just plain lazy. Just based off of her first scene i assumed she was gonna be a golden retriever character that they'd make adorable just to kill her off, or evil. I guess i was right with both lol.
I feel like her ending didn't really feel impactful because we didn't have enough time with her as a character. we got like 4 or 5 scenes with her and she barely did anything. all of the sudden at end shes evil and dead. it was an obvious ending for her, but not a good one.
what were her motivations? was she always evil or did she turn towards the end? and if she turned towards the end why? what made her do it? did she actually like caitlyn at the start?
i wonder if there were more scenes with her that got cut that would've fleshed her out a lot more. now, let's bring up caitlyn for a sec. everyone was hating on her for sleeping with cait and being a homewrecker. first of all Caitlyn and Vi had a situationship kind of relationship and there was nothing to imply maddie knew about their relationship. also they were broken up. there was a timeskip so being a homewrecker isn't a valid Argument.
but lets talk about cait for a sec. Their relationship's power dynamic was unbalanced. caitlyn was her boss and maddie was employee. cait should not have slept with her in the first place.
lets pretend Maddie was just a good guy. Maddie seemed to genuinely like cait (i don't know if they were dating or just hooking up) but caitlyn dumped her and then fucked Vi right away, or cheated on her. either way she most likely lead her on.
anyways. I think Maddie had the potential to be a really good character whether she was good or evil if they gave her time. I think she would've been a much better character if they just left her as a good guy. this is a weird example but she's like chicken. You see this chicken and it looks really well seasoned from the outside and you start eating and it's bland as fuck.
(my theory is she was good until the end. but she walked in on her lover (cait) sleeping with another girl in a jail cell and wanted revenge cuz she got cheated on.)
anyways i don't really feel bad shes dead. Just upset she didn't get the time she deserved. also arcane need an act 4 and an hour and 30 minute long ending. ty for reading my rant.
(also just so yall know. I did post a similar comment on YouTube. Just so ya'll don't think i copied this if you find it. it's me😭)
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Charlie putting Vaggie down for a nap but she is being a stubborn baby that wants to keep playing so she makes a plan to escape the baby jail?
Baby Jail
Notes: lowkey feeling angsty. if ya'll want to vent through making Vaggie suffer like i do, you can request angsty, hurt/comfort ones.
It was another regression day for Vaggie. Charlie was sitting in her rocking chair, scrolling on her phone while Vaggie played with her activity board on the floor. She was babbling and giggling happily to herself when she let out a tiny yawn. This alerted the caregiver so she checked the time. It was in fact past her usual naptime. Charlie sighed and put away her phone, walking towards Vaggie and kneeling down to her.
“Hey, sweetie, its nap time,” She spoke softly to her. Vaggie acted like she didn’t hear her and kept playing.
“Vaggie~” Charlie sing-songed, gently and slowly pulling away the activity board. Vaggie pouted and let out whine, trying to reach for it.
“You can play later,” Charlie said, lifting her up.
“NoOo!” Vaggie whined.
“YeEss,” Charlie said in the same tone Vaggie used.
She placed Vaggie down in her crib and tucked her in. The one-eyed girl did not want to take a nap. She wanted to play! Not sleep! But she knew if she tried to get out now, Charlie would see her and put her right back in baby jail! So she came up with a plan.
When the only thing illuminating the room was Vaggie’s nightlight, and Charlie was out of sight, she began her escape. She needed to be really quiet to not alert the baby monitor. She sat up and tried to pull down on the bars of baby jail. Drat! It was locked. Luckily, it wasn’t too high and she could climb over it.
She threw her leg over the bars and held on until her whole body was on the other side. She landed on her feet but almost slipped! She grabbed the crib bars to keep her balance and to not make any noise if she were to fall.
She started to waddle over to her playpen but every movement she made, had her padding crinkling loudly. She was a bit worried that it would blow her cover but she safely made it to the playpen and started to play with her sensory toys again and have some more tummy time.
However, she got really happy while playing and let out a giggle of enjoyment and a little happy clap, forgetting that she was supposed to be quiet.
Before a minute could pass, the door to the nursery slowly opened. Vaggie jumped when the light from the hallway entered the room and Charlie stood in the doorway.
“Vaggie~ you’re supposed to be in bed~” Charlie sing-songed playfully, not wanting to scare her. She also hated being angry at the little darling.
“Dun wanna…” Vaggie mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Charlie sighed and sat down on the floor with her.
“Vaggie, I don’t wanna be bad mama but I need you to take a nap,” She rubbed Vaggie’s back.
“No!” The little one yelled, crossing her arms.
“Vaggie…” Charlie warned.
“Not gonna!”
“You will take a nap or 5 minutes in the time out corner,” She threatened. It wasn’t much of a threat. She hated giving Vaggie punishments and often went a little easy on her with them.
Vaggie grumbled and sat in silence for a bit. Charlie sighed after not getting a response and went to lead Vaggie towards the corner.
“Fine..” She muttered.
“Good girl,” Charlie praised, “Let’s get you a baba to help you fall asleep, okay?”
“Otay…” Vaggie said with disappointment and sadness in her voice.
Charlie went over to the minifridge and grabbed the gallon of milk and poured it into her baba. She heated it up in the microwave before pouring in some strawberry syrup and shaking it. She sat in the rocking chair with Vaggie on her lap and fed her. Vaggie’s eyelids began to droop and she found herself growing sleepy. Charlie smiled and gently pulled off her eyepatch before tucking her back in the crib.
Finally, Vaggie fell asleep and stayed put.
#hazbin hotel agere#agere writing#agere fanfic#padded agere#hazbin hotel age regression#fandom agere#little!vaggie#cg!charlie#ageredips#age regression
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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ'ꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰʀᴇᴇ! ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ! ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ) ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ
"Pleaseeeeee" I begged.
"No" she stated bluntly turning her head away from me.
"But your constantly carrying that 80's hairstyle it is time to maintain up with the generations-"
"Fuck off it is bizarre what ya'll are doing nowadays and what the fuck is up anyways with your baby hairs?!"She stated.
"Ok first off these are referred to as edges and second I'f you'll simply allow me fashion your hair you'll see that they may be sincerely cute" I attempted to reason however she simply rolled her eyes and popped a jawbreaker into her mouth.
I sighed and sat on our shared bed it has been some time since Carol has been released from jail after forty years of incarceration she nonetheless thinks that nothing hasn't changed.
After I myself was released I began to start my own hair business it become tough at first however it finally started to work out and it is sincerely doing really great.
"Come on Care just one time and in case you do not love it I'll positioned it again into your uninteresting little 80's hairstyle" I stated she groaned loudly and positioned the remote down earlier before crossing her arms.
"Fine!" She snapped I quick shot up from the mattress and ran into the rest room grabbing the hair components from below the cupboard and coming again into the room I set them down on the mattress and went into the kitchen to get a chair.
She sat on the chair and I started to get to work.
I swiped through my phone and smiled selecting a hairstyle for her with out announcing anything.
I parted her hair into 4 sections and I used my curling iron to begin curling her hair Carol was watching TV the entire time however everytime I moved her hair she would get an attitude and she would slap it away.
But then yelled at me after I would burned her and everytime I told her "you should have moved your head like I stated".
When I finish curling her hair I reached for my hair gel and she must have been watching what I was doing due to the fact she snapped her head to me.
"Nu uh!"
"Carol-"
"No!" She snapped.
"If you get throught this I'll take you out to eat" I stated and she quickly stopped her rambling and slumped in her chair.
"Whatever" she mumbled.
I smirked triumphantly and opened the gel I used the brush to part a few thin strands of hair and curled them with my fingers.
I then scooped a few gels in my hand and applied it on Carol's head feeling her shiver a little from the uncomfortableness.
I used a brush and brushed her hair keeping the strands of hair in the front considering the fact that Carol's hair turned was thinner and simpler to gel down than mine it didn't really took long.
I then grabbed a hair tie and tied her hair into a curly bun I then sprayed coconut hair spray into her hair for the scent.
I picked up my edge brush and used the brush side and applied some gel onto it before brushing down her baby hairs after I was finished I used a hairdryer to keep it down.
I put the hairdryer down and backed away looking at the final product I squealed and clapped my hands "you look amazing" she got up from the chair and walked into the rest room.
I appeared nervously due to the fact I could not examine her facial features however it quick vanished after I noticed the side of her lips perk up.
"It does not look so bad" she stated giving me a kiss on the cheek and I felt my face warmth up hoping she could not see it however I'm pretty sure she knew due to the smirk she had on her face.
"So do I get to do your hair more?-"
"No"
"Oh come on Carol!" I stated with a pout.
#carol denning#carol smut#carol denning x reader#young carol#angst#lesbian#fluff#lgbtq#music#black female reader#ashley jordyn#hennyrussell#oitnb
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TXT AS DADS
How I envision TXT as fathers.
YEONJUN
Yeonjun def is the flashy type of dad.
Would show up in expensive ass attire to his kid's parent-teacher conference.
Every teacher and parent has a big fat crush on him.
His children's friends would literally IDOLIZE him for how cool he looked.
100% would buy flashy clothes for his kids.
He would be in charge of dressing them up
Would buy all the versions of 'Just Dance' and gift it to his kids for Christmas.
Would 100% be more excited about playing it than his own kids are.
He would for sure blast music while making dinner.
Teach his kids how to rap and dance.
Would write a whole rap about you for mothers days and make his kid sing it while he does the background vocals lol.
SOOBIN
He would probably be the type to film and document EVERYTHING his kid does. (their first step, the first day of kindergarten, etc.)
Would lowkey be so overprotective of his child.
"No, you're too young"
"Dad I'm literally 16 years old."
Would probably read his kid's bedtime stories and not stop until they are at least 18 years old.
His rule is, ALWAYS TUCK HIS KIDS TO SLEEP and never miss a day.
He would also be so excited when a day like "take your kid to work day" happens.
He just wants his kids to be so proud of their dad and who he is.
He would honestly be the type to introduce his kid to each and everyone he knows, and praise his kid even when he does the bare minimum like idk, shaking hands with someone?
He would be so open about "awkward" conversations with his children and even prompt them to feel comfortable talking about said topics. (sexual orientation, sex, mental issues, body dysmorphia, etc.)
He would support his kids NO MATTER WHAT.
Oh, you went to jail? He would likely scold the fuck out of you but nonetheless help bail you out.
BEOMGYU
Beomgyu for sure would teach his kids (especially his son) how to make a girl/boy swoon.
It would be the worst mistake to send Beomgyu and your kids to the grocery store together.
They would completely disregard the list you made and would come out with bags of candy and toys.
Has a hard time saying no to his kids, and he admits to it.
Family game nights are a MUST in his household and it always ends up with him and one of your kids fighting over who won.
He would 100% teach his child how to play the guitar.
His children would have amazing music taste by default due to his impeccable taste in music.
Whenever ya'll go to the mall he always takes his children to the arcade.
He would for sure be more immersed in winning than his own kids are.
You would have to literally DRAG HIM OUT of the arcade because he's just too stubborn but ends up winning a giant teddy bear so it's okay ig.
Beomgyu would probably be the type to fall asleep while trying to put his own kid to bed.
Poor baby is exhausted and couldn't help but fall right asleep once he sat on the rocking chair :(
TAEHYUN
Taehyun would for sure be the type to help his child with homework or help them study for a quiz.
His patience level is out of this world.
He has such a soft spot for his kids so if his kid asks him for something he just HAS to get it.
Loves telling them that they look beautiful like their mother.
He'd honestly be the calm type of scolder, he wouldn't yell or make a big fuss, but will make sure his kids know what they did was wrong.
Finds it absolutely ADORABLE when his children ask for him or want to be around him.
100% would shed tears during fathers day because seeing his little children saying they love and appreciate him makes his heart melt.
He would be such a good person to talk to, so naturally, his kids feel extremely comfortable talking to him about anything.
He would for sure be the type to swing and throw his child in the air. (yk when dads do the little throw and catch, yeah well that.)
Taehyun would probably not know what to do when his daughter has her first boyfriend, he wouldn't be overprotective, but if someone hurts his precious daughter's heart, he will make sure the person responsible never sees the light of day again.
HUENING KAI
Kai would be the mushiest, cutest little baby when it came to his kids.
He's just so soft around his kids that it makes your heart melt.
He would be the best dad in the world, I literally cannot.
He would be SO DEDICATED to decorate his child's room with a shit ton of plushies and blankets.
You would sometimes find him and your kid fighting over who gets to sleep with the stuffed animal.
Kai would definitely yell something like "CHILDREN REMEMBER DADDY LOVES YOU ALL SO MUCH, HAVE A NICE DAY!!!" while dropping his kids off at school.
He would get so shy when his kids say they love him.
Lowkey cannot say no to his kids, if his kids want to eat ice cream for breakfast they get ice cream for breakfast.
Sometimes you scold him for doing everything their kids want but he can't help it, he just wants to make his kids happy.
Tries to be more strict but fails immediately when his kids start crying.
Def would be the type to take his kids to Disney World every summer or some shit like that.
Overall the softest dad in the whole entire universe.
#txt#tomorrow x together#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#txt fluff#soobin#yeonjun#beomgyu#taehyun#hueningkai
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That ya'll constant excuse for people putting child sex in their stories is "go read a big boy book" is really telling of your own personal egos. We. Are. Not. Authors. Stop putting yourself on the level of story telling as real authors.
And yeah, you should go to jail for reading Twilight. But also, Bella was an adult when her and Edward broke their martial bed. But it's still gross, because it's hundreds years age difference. The child rape in GoT is consistently criticized? And Shakespeare is a standard that is over 300 years old, I think we can do better in modern times than Shakespeare's standards. Imagine thinking something is okay because it's been going on for a long time. Children have sex, and there are books that depict that.
But the only way we are having an effect on birth rates is the fact that none of us even know how sec actually works. That's why we all jam past the cervix and dump our loads straight into the womb.
But oooo My rEaLiSm bOo HoO sOmEoNe OnLiNe HaTes mY fEtIsH
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The Brown Residence | Brindleton Bay, Simerica
???: Hey, fam! I'm home!
???: Jenny! Hi, sweetness. How are you?
Jennifer: I'm good, mom. How are you? Where's Dad and Dennis?
Rainbow: I'm alright. They'll probably come down once they smell the food. Want to help me in the kitchen?
Jennifer: Yeah, sure.
Rainbow: So, what time is your friend coming over?
Jennifer: Pretty soon. He's coming straight from work.
Rainbow: Ah okay. Dennis spoke pretty highly of him.
Jennifer: Yeah, they seemed to hit it off at Halloween. Hopefully, you and Dad do too.
Rainbow: Hopefully, he's as great as ya'll say. Help me stir those veggies will you?
Jennifer: I think you will think so. He's got a good job, comes from a good family, plus he's really funny and thoughtful.
Rainbow: And where'd you meet him?
Jennifer: Remember when I was volunteering at the homeless shelter last summer? He was volunteering there, as well.
Rainbow: Okay, that's a good sign. 'Cause I have read some other things that-
???: Smells good in here! Must be a dynamic duo in the kitchen!
Jennifer: Hi, Dad!
Dennis Sr: Hi, baby girl. How are you?
Jennifer: I'm good. How are you?
Dennis Sr.: Well, I hear there's a boy coming over so I could be better.
Jennifer: Dad. He's great, I promise. You're going to love him.
Dennis Sr.: I hope so. Can't just let anyone snatch up my Baby Girl.
Jennifer: These are examples of things you all shouldn't say when my boyfriend is here.
DJ: Good luck, these two run away all my ladies.
Jennifer laughs: Hi, Dj.
Rainbow: And what ladies are these? The ones you have plastered all over your bedroom wall? Bring a real girl over here and then we'll talk.
DJ: Dang, mom. You stay cramping my style.
Jennifer chuckles: I'm sure the ladies love DJ.
Doorbell rings
The Browns in Unison: Come in!
Gianni: Hello, Brown family!
Jennifer: Hi, Gianni. You're just in time for dinner. You already know DJ, this is my mom, Rainbow, and my dad, Dennis.
Dennis Sr.: Hi there!
Rainbow: Welcome, Gianni.
Jennifer: Here. I'll take your coat. Have a seat.
Gianni: This food tastes amazing! You did a great job, J, Mrs. B.
Jennifer: Thanks, Gianni. I'm glad you like it.
Rainbow: Thank you. I'm guessing you don't have home cooking a lot with your parents away.
Gianni: Yeah, my mom wasn't much of a cook, but I can't complain. Always ate good.
Dennis Sr. laughs: I'm sure you did! I can't imagine food cooked by Royal chefs is all that bad!
Gianni chuckles: Yeah, it's alright.
Rainbow: And what about your dad's side? You know before he... went to jail.
DJ: Someone's been doing their homework...
Jennifer: Mom...
Rainbow: What? I'm just trying to get to know him. Isn't that what we're here for?
Gianni: It's okay! Really. I'm an open book.
Rainbow: Good. Because I read this article. Let me pull it up. Ah "New Flavor of the Week: Gianni Spotted with 5th Girl this Month." I'd love for you to be open about that.
Jennifer: Please excuse my mother. You don't have to answer these questions if you don't want to. You know I don't care about that kind of stuff.
Gianni: No, I don't want anyone to have any doubt about me. Yes, I used to... date around. You know, young, single, wealthy guy in Del Sol.
Rainbow: And what about now? Is Jennifer the new flavor of the week?
Gianni: No. Jennifer isn't a flavor. She's more like an enhancer. She makes everything better, including me. She's more than what I need or deserve. I'm really lucky to have her.
Jennifer: Aw, thanks, Gianni.
Rainbow: Mhmmm. Good answer.
DJ: That was smooth, man. I'm taking notes.
Rainbow: Maybe you should be taking notes, so you can finally bring home one of these ladies you keep talking about!
Laughter
DJ laughs: Why you keep coming for me, Ma?
Jennifer: Don't worry! We know your time is coming, DJ! But it might help if you left this house.
Dennis Sr.: House? Try his room!
Laughter
DJ: Alright, I'm eating upstairs.
Dennis Sr.: Well, it looks like you survived the interrogation portion of the evening, son. Now we've moved on to the roasting portion. You still interested in being involved with this family?
Gianni: Well... I imagine I can't take a roast to seriously from a family who still has their Halloween decorations up for some reason? It's nearly Spring!
Laughter
Jennifer: And they are so tacky, too!
DJ: The tackiest!
Rainbow: Tell that to that big hat you're wearing at the dinner table!
Laughter
#simdonia#chap 12#well that went pretty good!#I feel like Gianni could fit in with this fam#her parents had to meet g before they leave for SimDonia#makes me wonder how Bria and rainbow sould get along lol#sims of color#sims 4 story#sims 4 gameplay#ts4#royal sims#royal simblr#sim: jennifer#sim: gianni#sim: rainbow#sim: dennis#sim: dennis sr
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