#it's making me want to log in and cry a lil bit

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood (?), mentions of violence

♡notes; i work with toddlers all day yet still somehow get baby fever- so here’s this i guess lol.

i can’t see Brahms as a dad so skipped out on him this time, Vincent is iffy too but we might come back to him

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Micheal Myers

> micheal never wanted to be a father before he met you

> he knows for a fact he has something terribly wrong with him

> and while it never bothered him…it was far too dangerous to pass on

> but the way you light up when little kids on the street wave to you

> how you talked about building a family when you got drunk and sappy

> and how soft and gentle you were holding your friend’s baby…

> he knew you’d be the perfect parent, good enough to balance any bullshit he was bring to the table

> so it’s maybe not a complete accident when he stalks into the house with a banged up stroller out front

> the baby is crying, his parents passed out from some shit they snorted in the living room

> it makes his job easier when he slits their throats, and he’s sure as hell not sympathetic

> not that he ever is

> he follows the cries upstairs- a tiny little boy is wailing in his crib

> but he stops and stares at Micheal, blue eyes wide as he looms in the door

> at first Micheal thinks the racket it going to start again and braces for the scream

> but the boy reaches for him eagerly instead, making grabby hands and squealing

> it takes a bit of snooping but Micheal finds some paperwork after he’s secured the child in a carrier

> Miles. The boy’s name is Miles, and he’s ten months old- just tiny for his age

> you think he’s fucking with you when he sets a baby carrier on your table that night

> “…that’s Miles.” He mutters and walks away

> you’re pissed but you can’t say you have anything but an urge to protect this tiny boy

> he has red hair, and light freckles and the sweetest disposition

> he’s perfect, surely Micheal wouldn’t just steal a child…not without good reason

> and you notice Micheal still lingering, watching you both

> you try not to smile

> “…well. Gonna help me find somewhere he can sleep or not?”

Thomas Hewitt

> when Charlie brings in the little girl, Luda Mae is beyond excited

> she had no idea the couple she’d sent down their road had a baby

> her dark curls and chubby legs and ruddy pink cheeks remind her so much of Thomas at that age too

> not too far off from one if she’s got it right

> she’s thinking selfishly, she’s always wanted a daughter

> but Thomas’ eyes go so wide when you both walk in

> he’s in awe of the tiny lil thing sleeping against his mama’s shoulder

> he won’t hold her, terrified of hurting her

> but you’re eager to take her for a bit and he gets real close, chin hooked on your shoulder so he can inspect her closely

> she’s all giggles as she touches his mask

> and you’re nearly in tears when she snuggles up against you

> “…yknow…i’ve been thinkin. i’m much closer to grandmama age than mama age now”

> you say yes before Luda can finish her ask - there was nothing you wanted more than a child with Thomas

> he’s hesitant, but he already adores her

> you have no way of knowing her name, so what you should call her is a bit of a hot topic for a few days

> Charlie wants to name her Charlotte because he’s a self centered bastard , and Luda Mae has about a thousand suggestions that come from baby books decades older than you

> but you let Thomas decide

> Audrey Mae Hewitt is what he chooses

> Audrey from a book he read

> Mae from his mama

> and it suits her perfectly

Bubba Sawyer

> “hey cook! look what i got!”

> Drayton about beats Choptop in the plate when he sees him carrying a toddler under his arm like a log

> but he’s kind of impressed such a scrawny dirtbag can carry a chunky kid like that

> the little boy is a healthy weight for two or so, with lil chipmunk cheeks that dimple when he grins

> and the cutest damn mullet you’ll ever see

> Drayton is getting too damn old for this, and there’s only one person he trusts even a minuscule amount in the house

> so he just. hands him to you when you walk into the front room

> “congratulations, it’s a boy”

> you’re confused but excited

> and a bit concerned with how he and Bubba will feel once the man gets home

> a kid is a big commitment- and a man that wears people’s faces can be scary

> but Bubba immediately squeals and beelines for the little one when he staggers in

> they both tilt their heads curiously before the boy tries to climb up his leg

> when he picks him up, the boy gives a huge belly laugh, kicking his legs

> you choose his name- politely declining your boyfriend’s brothers’ insistence on Lil Choppy or Drayton II

> Jedediah Junior sounds perfect to you - little JJ

[undertheopensky]

We Are But Children 1

Whumptober Day 12: Insomnia

Characters: Four, Sky, lil bit of Hyrule and Legend

Trigger warnings: Past Violence to a Child

Read on Ao3!

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Tiny!Four sniffles.

Sky looks up sharply. Tiny!Four is curled in his older counterpart’s bedroll, and until now he’d thought he was sound asleep. Another shuddery breath shakes his small frame. Nightmare or homesick, Sky guesses, and sets aside the half-finished spoon to head over.

Laying a hand on the boy’s shoulder gets a flinch – definitely not asleep, then. “Hey, buddy,” Sky murmurs, “what’s wrong?”

The boy rolls over. Under the tear tracks, he’s tense and wary. Tiny!Four hadn’t taken to their explanations as well as Tiny!Legend, probably because he’s only eight and remembers being halfway into his first (and as far as Tiny!Four is concerned, only) adventure. He’d spent the first couple of hours calling for his grandfather and someone named ‘Ezlo’, and crying over the bird-shaped charm on the hood of his overtunic. He doesn’t know where he is or what’s happening. He doesn’t trust them.

But he’s still just eight years old and alone and scared in the dark. And Sky is warm enough and safe enough that when he draws close Tiny!Four reaches out, and lets himself be bundled up into Sky’s side.

“I’ve got you,” Sky says softly. “You’re alright. You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I c-can’t sleep,” Tiny!Four wails, blessedly muffled in Sky’s shoulder. “Is cold and too dark and I heard a wolfos an’ I’m scared –”

“Shhhh,” Sky murmurs, rocking him gently. “I know. I heard the wolfos too, but I’m not scared. Any wolfos that’s out tonight will steer clear of us. Do you know why?”

Tiny!Four’s tear stained face peers up at him.

“We have a fire, and lots of people, and we don’t have any food out for them to smell. We’re scary, to them, and we don’t have anything they want. So if they find us, they’ll smell the smoke, and see all of us with our weapons, and not find anything to eat, and go off and hunt deer instead. We’ll be okay.”

“But what if they don’t? What if they think we’re food?”

“That’s why I’m awake,” Sky explains. It’s a bit awkward – Tiny!Four is tiny, but he’s still eight – but he manages to pick the boy up with minimal fumbling and balance him on his hip so that he can walk the perimeter. It’s not a real patrol, though Tiny!Four won’t know that. Sky walks slow and swaying, and talks in a low voice. “I’m watching for monsters, and listening for anything close by that might attack us. If I notice anything, I can wake everyone up so we can fight back.”

Tiny!Four clings to his collar for balance. “But won’t you get tired, staying awake all night? I’m never ‘llowed to do that, ‘cos Grandpa says I’ll be too sleepy t’ work in the forge.”

“Well, I won’t be staying up all night.” Tiny!Four stiffens. “We take turns, see? I have the early part of the night, Legend will take the middle, and Hyrule takes the last part, until dawn comes and everything is light again. That way, someone’s always on guard.”

Relaxing, Tiny!Four nods thoughtfully. “That’s smart. But how do you know when your turn is over?”

Sky can’t resist booping him lightly on the nose. “How do you know what time it is in the daytime?”

Tiny!Four stops staring cross-eyed at his own nose to say, “The sun! When it’s in the east, it’s morning time, an’ when it gets high overhead, it’s noon, an’ then it goes down towards the west in the after-noon. But there’s no sun at night, so how do you tell?”

“We read the stars,” Sky says. He’s getting tired, so he sits on one of the logs near the fire and moves Tiny!Four to his lap, then points up at the glittering trails of silver through midnight blue overhead. “The stars make shapes, and those shapes move through the sky, just like the sun does. So because the Great Loftwing is right overhead -” Sky sketches out the two long trails of stars that make up its wings, the fan of its tail and the curve of its beak - “I know it’s not quite time to wake Legend yet. When the Remlit rises to chase it - he points to the horizon where the constellation has yet to appear - and I can see the ears, I know it’s Legend’s turn. Pretty cool, huh?”

Tiny!Four nods, then startles when Hyrule hums agreement.

“Oh, sh-shoot, sorry, Hyrule. Did we wake you?”

“No,” Hyrule lies, “I was just listening to your star stories. They’re different to the ones I know.” He sits up and wriggles free of his bedroll.

Because loftwings were extinct in every other time, Sky supposes, though the knowledge makes his heart try to wring itself dry.

Hyrule must see the pain in his face because he doesn’t pursue the topic. He sits on the next log over, far enough away that Tiny!Four doesn’t go tense, and says to Sky, “Most of ours are monster-related, though I think The Lovers is a holdover from Time’s era.”

“Did Time really fight the moon?” Tiny!Four asks. “I wouldn’t wanna fight the moon. ‘S too big.”

“Oh?” says Sky. “So if the moon is too big, what’s the biggest thing you’ve ever fought?”

Tiny!Four snuggles back against Sky. “A gleerok.”

Hyrule goes white. “A gleeok?” he squeaks, at a volume that makes Sky wince.

Tiny!Four blinks. “No, the Minish called it a gleerok. I remember because it had a rock on its back.”

“What did it look like?” Sky prompts, since Hyrule appears to be having some kind of silent breakdown.

“Like a lava dragon,” says Tiny!Four. “I dunno if it had legs, it just swam around in in the lava and spat fireballs at me, and sometimes it would dive down an’ do something to flood the whole room with lava! A couple times I had to climb the walls so it wouldn’t burn my feet. The rocks were really hot though.” He pouts at his hands, clearly remembering burns.

Sky runs a hand through his hair, soothing. “That sounds pretty scary.”

“…it was.” Tiny!Four thumps his head down on Sky’s shoulder and sighs. “My eyes hurt.”

“You can close them if you like.”

“No. Then the bad things will get me.”

“Bad things?”

“…monsters. I see them all the time. Sometimes when I’m tired they hide in the shadows to scare me. ‘N when I close my eyes I know they’re there. He trembles in Sky’s arms.”

Sky’s heart breaks. This is why he feels so uncomfortable when Legend or Time talks about their early adventures. About being a small child in a world that’s determined to kill them. For every laughingly told story, there are just as many nightmares waiting in the dark.

And Sky has nightmares too, but he’d been a fully trained knight before even starting. He’d been seventeen, not eight.

At least he’d known what he was getting into.

Tiny!Four clings to the front of Sky’s tunic, shoving his face uncomfortably hard into his collarbone.

“Why does it still hurt, Sky?” he says, muffled. “Why won’t it stop?”

“Why won’t what stop, Four?” Sky asks. Tiny!Four doesn’t answer, maybe doesn’t hear him; he just cries into Sky’s collar.

“He’s overtired,” Legend says from right behind him, scaring the absolute shit out of Sky. Legend steadies him when he nearly falls off the log. “Sorry, thought you knew I was there.”

“Why would I know you were there?” Sky hisses at him. Legend rolls his eyes and steps over the log to sit next to him.

“I dunno, because you’re a battlefield master and have great awareness of your surroundings?” he says sarcastically. Sky swats at him, blushing.

Propping his chin on Sky’s shoulder, Tiny!Four looks at Legend with wet blue eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Sky is our best fighter when he doesn’t have his head in the clouds,” Legend tells him.

Sky is stuck between two different flavours of embarrassment and doesn’t know what to do with it. “Legend, don’t exaggerate! I’m not that bad.”

Legend stares at him. “Last week you fell in a ditch because you were walking with your eyes closed.”

Sky flushes. “That was -”

“When me and Warriors were arguing about which way to go you fell asleep standing up and fell on Wild.”

“Hey, we’d just been switched from the middle of the night to mid-morning, we were all exhausted -”

“When we were last signing into an inn you forgot how to spell your own name.”

Finally, Tiny!Four giggles. “You grumble like Ezlo does.”

Fortunately all Legend does is raise an eyebrow. “Oh do I? Does Ezlo have a lot to grumble about, then?”

“I think he’s just grumpy. He complains when I don’t do what he says, and he complains when I do do what he says. An’ he doesn’t like waiting for me to do stuff, like when I can’t reach a switch and haveta find somethin’ to hit it with, or a box to stand on.”

“And he can’t just flip those switches himself?”

“No. Ezlo doesn’t have any hands.”

“Why’s that?”

“B’cause he’s a hat.” Tiny!Four yawns, wide and unselfconscious. He lays his head back down on Sky’s shoulder, while his blinks get slower and sleepier. “A really cranky hat.”

Tiny!Four’s clearly still young enough that falling asleep on a caregiver’s shoulder is a comfort. Sky’s glad he still has that, in the face of nightmares and monsters. It doesn’t take much more - a little rocking, more head strokes - before he’s finally out, loose in Sky’s arms and breathing softly.

Hyrule sits back with an exaggeratedly soft sigh. “Phew. Thank goodness.”

Sky nods, exhausted.

“He’s cute, but I hope he’s not this hard to put to bed every night,” says Legend, leaning forward the tuck a bit of loose hair behind Tiny!Four’s ear.

“What was he saying about Ezlo being a hat?” Hyrule says.

“I have no idea. We can try asking him in the morning, if he’s feeling more comfortable - or we can ask when he turns back.” Legend stretches his arms over his head. “Anyway, Sky, Hyrule, you two should go to bed - it’s my turn now. Take the kid with you, though, I am not babysitting.”

Sky rolls his eyes - like they were supposed to not notice how soft and gentle Legend had been with a miserable child? - but he’s careful as he stands with Tiny!Four still curled against him. There’s a moment where he’s afraid he’ll wake up again, as he set him down in Four’s bedroll, but the boy just snuffles and rolls himself up in the blankets.

Sky tucks the edges around him and spends a moment looking at his face, soft and lax in sleep. He looks so young.

The thing is. Despite the name, Tiny!Four is the exact same size as Normal!Four. He’s clearly younger, but it’s all in the lines of his face, the way he stands and talks and holds himself. Four’s frame hadn’t been changed by the wizzrobe. His mind, yes, and he’s missing some scars, but Four’s body is eerily unchanged.

It makes Sky uneasy, to be honest.

At the very least, Sky thinks, they know there’s a time limit. Legend took just three days to shift back – three strained, nerve-wracking days – and Hyrule is pretty sure Four will be the same.

Maybe after, they’ll get some answers.

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Read Part 2 here!

[emp-comics]

New changes, new begging

Hey guys here is a fanfic of the poster I made a wile ago and wanted to make it as a fanfic soo enjoy

And a explanation this story is after the mother hights ( i think i saying it right) soo the 11 and 12 book the happened in here and Dogman can talk do too the collar that Petey give him to communicate better sooo hope you enjoy this fanfic.

Chapter 1: work at night

 It was a dark night seeing the bright lights of the city like every other night. The sky was bright of the beautiful fool moon and stars like every night before and every night to come. the woods was full bay night animals the the the birds singing troo the the cloud and dark the cracked sounding loudly in the woods but some nights all was ther have to be trouble in the city of a villain distroyen the city and all of tha buildings. People were cream and scared for the giant octopus robot was distroyen building to building he pres a big botton for the specers to hear him loud and clear to the city.

 Dr. Noodles:HAHAHAHA!!! FEAR ME!! TO YOUR NEW DR. NOODLES!! THIS CITY WILL BE MINE AND NOBODY CAN’T STOP ME!!!!

People were creaming, crying and running for they lives of they evil villain they wand to talk over And and far in the distance was too people not run away it was sarah having a news report of this whit his camera guy dirrectin the camera to her and the new villain far behind them.

 Sarah: hey Sarah Hatoff whit a nother news that we have a new villain in the city he rob the bank, the jewelry store and the antiquity’s store is bad for are city. WHO WILL SAVE US NOW??!?!

 

     “NOT SO FAST DR. NOODLES!!!”

 A voice was heard in the shadows a little bit childish and full of no fear the the threat it was in front. dr. Noodles was looking everywhere too see who sead that but he couldn’t see them were they are or the location of the childish voice. That make him angry tha the fact tha someone was trying to stop him.

 Dr. Noodles: WHO IS THERE?! SHOW YOUR SELF!!

 Saying that in in a angry and frustrated voice to see how is dare to confront him. Was not scared to destroyed anyone get in his way

 “ ho you don’t who we are? were the protector of the city, banishers of evil and darkness to bring Leigh and justes to the city and have peace ones again“

 They came out of the shadows to mix in to the light of the city blending well in the light showing there self to the enemy. The short one of the group scream as top of hes lungs and a heroic pose whit his two other partners.

 

          “ THE SUPER BUDDIES!! “

 

  Dr. Noodles look at them for a few minutes of silence and then he starts laughing at them and waip a tired of his of how pathetic they look. Seeing this three in in fighting post ready to defeat him

 Dr. Noodles: YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME?! Well then….LET TEST THAT THEORY!!!

 The he charge to them to the super buddies to attack and they do the same the villain was attacking whit the tantikels but the super buddies doge them and the tantikel hit some buildings. the heroes tray to take him down but nothing works ther weapons didn’t damage it ther were losing adías. Then Cat kid come whit an adía can actually work. The lil kid tell them that has an adía so the go to him to hear him out.

 Cat kid:I have plan tha can work so he as soo many legs tha is inpossebol to go near him but we can lure him into a trap but we need some log ropes and me resisted so is can’t break.

 Lightning dud got some log ropes tha they can put them together the can be more resisten.

 Kid cat: Thas great!!! Go in position and give us a sígnele wen your ready and me and Bark Knight will keep him distracted. Ready!! super buddies is a go!!!

So they sapored to do ther plan in acsin. So Cat kid and bark Knight was distracting the villain from getting away and only had the focus on them and meanwhile dr. Noodles was getting mad so he was hitting white metal tentikels to them but they all ways doge his attacks. Then cat kid get hit and fall to the ground hard whit a little scratch and struggling to get up. The villain took this aportunety and suwing his mates tantekal to cat kid and bark knight saw that in a panic and run as fast as he could and pushed cat kid out of the way and took the hit and flew away and hit the ground very hard the unbearable pain on his back was and struggling to get up.

 Dr. Noodles trat laugh of it fell Victorias of hitting one of them and meanwhile cat kid was frozen in shock of seeing bark knight and started to cry like his body was not in his control had the moment of the horror seen thinking he was dead but wen he sees that bark knight move a little of pain and he got back in control and run to him.

 Cat kid: Bark knight are you ok.

He say in worry wile trying to get back in to his feet. He was in horrible condition but he some how managed to get up and groaning in pain that his arm in pain too but he try to bare it.

 Bark knight:Y-yeah just little hurt….in the back….and my right harm… b-but I’m fine. Just…les keep going the plan,ok…?

 Cat kid: o-ok….

 So the continued distracting the villain but bark Knight was trugeling in the dogen the attack but he manage. The lightning dud back to give the the signal to alert them that the trap is ready so the run to his direction and the villain right behind them the war running over the city the got to the location of a big tower  tha look hard to distroyen. Wen the past the towers cat kid tell Lightning dud puls the rope on the villin and trip on the rope and lightning dud trugel to hold the rope.

 And dr. Noodles fall whit the machine in to the ground and the machine got distorted and everything got to silent and the robot didn’t move. So the super buddies celebrate ther victory so they go too the head of the robot octopus to get the villain and wen they got ther he was gone. He escaped from the sean no were to be seen

 Cad kid: he… got away…

 Putting his head down of disappointment of not getting the villain. Then feels something resting on his shoulder it was barked knight conferring the little cat.

 

Bark knight: hey…. is ok we can get him next time…but for now les rest….Petey must be waiting for us i home….

 Cat kid: o-ok les go.

 So they walked to Dog man home to rest on f the night they had. And finding they self whit a worry cat.

 

 

To be continued

(Hope you like this chapter)

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The way that I can't stop thinking about the song Skies Forever Blue but with the eggs from qsmp...

Like, the song probably is about romance and stuff but gosh it is also about having your entire world changed because of someone, of spending your time with them knowing at every second that you're both fated to get separated, is to fight against the destiny on your own, in little ways that matter, is to enjoy and love and cry and hurt all at once and it's so beautifullll

It's just so bittersweet and magnificent and I am in a qsmp roll lately so for me it fits so well! The way that when everyone received their eggs, their sons and daughters, to take care of they weren't taking it so seriously and it was not that big of deal because, well, ya know, eggs.... but they had quests that needed to be done for them to not die and get happy and at the end when the dragon comes back there will be a huge prize for the ones that kept them safe and sound so yeah

Then they by day things get a bit more complicated than that. Day by day, they weren't simply eggs anymore, they were little companionships that followed you around and went to adventures and chatted with you and had nice ideas so suddenly you're building a reinforced room to keep them safe because they *only have two lifes* and now you realize how little that is. The room soon becomes a nice house that you both decorate together. You sing them a lullaby everytime before they go to sleep. You tell them stories. They jump and play flutes when they are happy and do their little tantrums when they're annoyed. They like to get on your nerves and leave presents and sweet words when you least expect it. You explore dungeons together. You prepare little picnics and watch the sunset everyday.

They are now your kid. They have the name you have choosen. They have a house on your heart and you mind. They are being constantly attacked by monsters that you can't defeat permanently in an island that you can't escape from. You don’t want to escape alone anymore. You have nightmares of them dying. They love you so much. There is no secrets between the two of you. You accepted that if they are spies then you would go down for them. They are family. They only have two lifes. They still jump in front of the danger to save you. You are imortal. You would do anything for them. In the end they will always be taken away.

So aaaaa! Incoherent noises! Skies forever blue!!!! Every single time I listen to that part of the song that is like "Ever since the day, we met a parcel of my mind's lost to you" I can only think about the day that Philza logged like 3am on the server to take care of Chayanne or when the players mentioned having real nightmares of their eggs getting hurt or how Forever created and built an entire system of protection so no one else would ever go thru the pain of losing their egg ever again.

Or or the part that is "Long as all the words you say are going straight to me, I'm enthralled ". I can perfectly picture Fit having flashbacks of those years he spent in that world of devastation and being brought to the reality by Ramon, his beautiful baby boy that makes his entire life worth it

I imagine Tallulah hugging and crying and showing Willbur all the letters she wrote while he was away at the part of "How you do and where you been and why you never call, say it all"

And aaaa there is so much more! Dapper and Bbh spending literal hours planning and building together and Richarlyson being a lil brat with his parents but loving them with his entire heart. Etoliess teaching Pomme how to fight and Baghera shielding her on the first day right after they met because she was in a corner scared. Vegetta and Foolish building a freaking mansion and train because Leonarda asked them for one....

And that is not even getting into how they behave w each other! Forever crying after visiting Tallulah's house, Bbh fighting in that dungeon and screaming for Richarlyson to stay back, to go home and be safe. Cellbit and Pomme always exchanging a different kind of flower when they see each other, Cellbit and Richas building a Coffe shop in homage for Bobby, Jaiden showing her secret house to Cellbit and Richas where she used to watch the sunset with Roier and Bobby. Roier and Leonarda getting into siblings fights. Foolish always teasing all the eggs everytime they see them. Felps pretending to be Richas and Richas pretending to be him. Philza protecting all the eggs that were left in his care when their parents went to explore the train. Baghera calling Bbh "bebbou" and making a room for Pomme in Cellbit's castle. Pac and Mike creating an entire room for hide and seek. Max and bbh creating more and more theories about how to escape from the island and destroy the federation. Chayanne being so protective of Tallulah. Dapper showing all his siblings how to build things they needed to complete his quests. Quackity calling Richas "mi hijo" and being sweet and spending time w him and saying "I love you more than the 1% of the parenthood I have over u". Dapper and bbh singing Happy Birthday for the eggs that have gone away. Everyone giving armor and everything else to Slime/Gegg so he wouldn’t be alone an unprotected. Baghera making an entire lullaby just for Pomme and each of them scheduling playdates w each other....

Every single time they call them MY son MI HIJA, MEU filho (idk how u say that in french :( ) like really??? That what you've all decided to do today?? To make me cry???

I just have a lot of feelings about qsmp man

[just-an-enby-lemon]

[I have a silly idea of Batman recruiting Crane when he was still a professor because Crane was the best on his field and he needed psychiatric knowledge to help with a particular rought case. Scarecrow is already a criminal but no one knows who he is]

Jonathan: Can't I at least go back to my office and check if it's locked? I let my computer logged at all times and a student may use it to change their grade.

*Bruce sends him a look*

Jonathan: What? It happens. I was on lockup so Jeremiah could change his grade on former professor Strange's old computer multiple times. Now I always told him "why take a class on criminal psychology if you have such a weak stomach for Hugo work tales, Miah" and he would go "well my family has this Asylum" and our grades came and his was down and he was soo scared of disapointing his family. It's one of my favorite memories really. So lil old Alyce god bless her soul saw Miah crying and me failing to confort him and she always had a soft spot for Miah so she said "you know I heard that Strange never locks his door and his computer is always logged on" and at first Miah wouldn't do it, he was afraid of getting caught, fear is a very strong motivator, but you already know that, don't you, Batman? Stricking fear on the hearth of the criminals. Anyway, the best way to fight fear it appeared was with more fear as being remembered of the fear of disapoiting his old man was all it took to overcome his fear of Strange's ire. Long story short Miah decided to go. I of course offered to help and he was "you will? But your grades are good?"" and I simply reminded him that his weren't and he was "Thank you, Jon" and we did. We keept doing it the whole semester. I have no idea how Hugo never noticed... What was my point again? Oh yeah, this things happe, Dark Knight, and I pride myself of being a fair teacher. I may have being permissive of cheating as a student but never as a professor, I love Miah but we all known he would be better off teaching or working at the hospital, maybe opening a pratice not in Arkham and he wouldn't be if I didn't help him cheat. I don't want a repetition of that.

Batman: That's certainly a nobble cause, Dr. Crane but I'm afraid-

Jonathan: Afraid! We are all afraid. Now tell me, Crussader what are you afraid off?

Batman: *suspicious* Excuse me?

Jonathan: uh... *internally: dammit Crane that was too obvious* uh... bonding exercise *internally: nice save*

Batman:... Bonding exercise?

Jonathan: Yes, to help inspire trust and calm the body during a stressfull situation. I suppose I started to harshly what about you favorite color?

Batman: I understand that situation might be scary for you but I would preffer if you refrain from bonding activities.

Jonathan: *whispering* social interations make him nervous interesting

Batman: I didn't hear you?

Jonathan: Sorry, I'm a little out of it, I suppose, you are right is merely a bit of fear, it is a rather unusual stiuation. It almost fells like visiting Gotham for the first time all over again.

Batman: I imagine you liked the experience the first time though?

Jonathan: And why is that?

Batman: Because you stayed.

Jonathan: To be honest I find Gotham absolutly terrifying. It's creepy atmosphere, the gothic architeture, the almost permanent fog in the sky, the constant bad weather *raising an eyebrow at Batman* the crime. Gotham is a place where all urban legends are true! There really is poison in the water mains and we truly have crocodiles in the sewers and clowns wanting to kill you.

Batman: Than why stay?

Jonathan: Maybe I just didn't had anywhere to come back to or maybe I just like the fear or maybe and there is the real answer here maybe I just find the people of Gotham truly fascinating. How brave they are in the mist of everything.

Batman: I suppose.

Jonathan: Suppose? *he laughs* Only in Gotham you would find an old lady who would stand up in front of a deranged serial killer like Victor Zsaas and order him to finish his target already cause he was stopping the traffic. Or a kid who face to face with local terrorist Edward Nygma dared him to solve his puzzle. Only in Gotham a man would dress up like a bat to fight crime. We don't have it anywhere else. Certainly not in Georgia! It's inspiring. It makes me wonder what are the gothamites afraid of.

[clothyume]

Ougonten: Registry of Dragons Part One

Registry of Dragons: Part One 

Winter 

Mika: Oof… Phew… Thanks a bunch, Shiratori-kun. Fer now let’s take a lil breather right here. 

Aira: Good idea. This luggage is surprisingly big so I’m a little tired. 

Mika: Sorry, I don’t mean t’ trouble ya like this. 

I thought I could take home all ma personal belongings from the handicrafts club before I graduate, but it’s a lot more than I expected. 

Aira: No it's okay, I have some free time anyway. Rather, Kagehira-senpai’s treasured works of art really are a sight to see! 

Besides, since we came back together I got to hear a lot about the inside story of “Machina”. 

For an idol otaku, I couldn’t have been happier♪ I’m completely satisfied! 

Mika: I feel better when ya say stuff like that. I feel bad that I can’t do anythin’ t’ thank ya fer helping me out though… 

Aira: I could talk to Kagehira-senpai about “Machina”, I’ve already received more than enough thanks! 

I’m still overwhelmed just remembering that wonderful universe… 

Mika: Ahaha.Don’t praise me so much. I feel like yer gettin’ carried away, especially since it’s about me. 

Aira: No way! From my point of view, I can’t say enough. 

That’s right! The “Machina” live was great, but the “test world” before that was just as amazing. 

Mika: Eh!? S-Shiratori-kun, Ya know about the “test world”!?

It’s just that, ya shouldn’t know unless ya were logged into the virtual world. 

Aira: Ah, I didn’t see it firsthand! I saw a video. 

Someone who recorded the event posted it via SNS. 

I was so frustrated when I found the video. I wondered why I couldn’t watch Valkyrie’s heroic image firsthand. 

Itsuki-senpai and Kagehira-senpai’s image at the time… Even remembering it now I can’t help but start to cry.

The two of you were truly like Gods, looking down on everyone from the heavens to stop the end of the world! 

Kagehira-senpai’s innocence of saying “Art is an explosion!” While making money rain down like water was another highlight! 

Mika: I-It’s gone viral!? 

Aira: Yep! I watched it so much I thought I was gonna burn a hole in my smartphone! 

Mika: Don’t look at me like that! I think yer really gettin’ carried away there! 

Uh… I guess I really overdid it by scatterin’ that money. This is my usual punishment. 

Aira: No way, really it was a good thing, wasn't it? 

I love Kagehira-senpai in that scene so much, I couldn’t help but share my thoughts on SNS. 

Kagehira-senpai’s image at the time was really sparkling, like money– 

Mitsuru: (Tiny voice) Mikanii-chan should be in this room. I’ll sneak in and investigate… 

Mika: Ah, Mitsuru-kun. Welcome back~ What’re ya doin’ sneakin’ around? 

Mitsuru: Uwah!? Mikanii-chan, were you still in the doorway? 

Aira: Ah, sorry! Come to think of it, we've been chatting in the doorway this whole time. 

Mika: Nnah~ We’re gettin’ in the way of people who wanna come in later. Sorry, Mitsuru-kun. Ya surprised me. 

Mitsuru: I-It’s fine! I’m going back to my own room now, so you two just have fun chatting here~!  

Mika: Eh, Mitsuru-kun!? 

…He’s already gone. He came t’ this room, so I wonder if he had some kinda business t’ take care of. 

Maybe I said somethin’ t’ hurt Mitsuru-kun’s feelin’s 

Aira: Hmm… Didn’t he seem a bit too jumpy? 

In any case, it’s not good for us to keep standing here. We’re gonna end up jumpscaring anyone else who wants to come in, just like Tenma-senpai. 

Mika: Yup. And I gotta bring all this luggage up to ma own room. 

Aira: That’s right… But first, let’s relax a little and have some tea. Even after that it won’t be too late to carry your luggage. 

Besides, I wanna talk to Kagehira-senpai a little more! 

Mika: Right. In that case let’s get some nice hot tea brewin’♪

Mitsuru: Phew… That was close. I almost got caught by Mikanii-chan. 

But, I still got to know more about Mikanii-chan! I better jot this down real quick. 

“Mikanii-chan was a nice God who liked to stand and talk with his friends” 

Hmm… I guess this alone still isn't enough~ 

Al~right. I’ll find out even more about Mikanii-chan’s Godly qualities! 

[salaciousslut]

Maybe thats why you find me a little bit addicting<3 & i love things turning out in my favor bc the fact that youre an august virgo is a win🤭 i will say, i cannot fully beat the god complex allegations its a small need to be worshipped.

Cute<3 i'd be a fucking idiot if i never took advantage of you, its not even a question. I will say i dont think im a grear person bc if you start to cry i'll get wet, I like seeing someone realize they fucked up, I like seeing cute little toys like you realize i picked them to be my little victim<3 Youre so soft i wouldnt be able to help myself 🥺

You've no clue how much i wish i could see that video, ive only seen a little bit bc of an older pic and i just know its pretty. I need to make out with your pussy until youre crying from being so sensitive and begging me to stop. I've supposedly almost made someone squirt but they panicked bc they didnt want to make a mess in my room and i feel so disappointed in that (partly bc i think its bullshit). But maybe we can try to recreate that minus you stopping me 🥺 and i hope i can add to that log sometime<3 how many times have you added to your log so far, sweetheart?

God i could info dump to you about the play modes and how much i hate blizzard entertainment fucking boo i hate that company but i spent a lot of my teen years bonding with old friends on overwatch so i have a soft spot. And nooooo i dont want you to get motion sick i will avoid apex 🥺 im a bigger asshole on overwatch anyway 🤭

I hope to one day feel comfy enough to go into your dms, dunno if i'll tell you that its me out the gate tho. I might be a lil shy about it since im much more bold behind anon status 🫣

And i dont mind, to keep it simple i work at a hardware store. But the place isnt actually open and we're actually low key still building the shelving and stocking the store. Like my first week i was installing shelves, today i built some frames/bases for the shelving. Yesterday was a different story though for the last two hours i was hauling heavy shit from one side of our giant store to the other. Im still tired from that 😭

good morning my dear butch!! i hope u slept well! i slept okay but am still sooooo sleepy

hehe i love god complexes i love worshipping i love making sure people know their worth so true me, ill feed into that god complex

cute lil victim omg i love that 🥺 please i need it soooo bad

ive never squirted before but feel free to try as hard as u can! im sure my body will give in hehe!!! and my log has too many to count, im like average 1.3 times a day

booo we hate blizzad!!! but thats sooo fair, i wanna know the lore!!!

hehe i get it! take ur time! anon is there for a reason!!

omg thats sooo fun!! i love building things!! but come here and lemme give u a massage so u can relax

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/3/24

Hey Tumblr! There's some stuff I wanna talk about today, so I'm going to do a lil journal entry. I was doing journaling at home with pen and paper, but frankly my handwriting is so bad and I use my hands like that so infrequently that I was cramping before I got even close to writing all of my thoughts out each day. So I decided I'm going to put my thoughts that I can share out like this, it can be somewhat of a log of my own self growth! And also keep me a lil sane if I'm struggling again.

Today has been a really good day, actually! So I was on a really successful diet for about 6 months during which I got a 3rd of the way to my overall weight goal and built a bunch of muscle. Then, when I started college full time, I basically stopped altogether. I didn't gain any weight back, but I have been plateaued (least favorite word to spell omg) for a looonggggg time. This week, I've been finally eating how I want to again. My go to breakfast has been

Overnight oats: 1/2 cup of unrefined dried oats 1/2 cup of 2% milk 1 whole banana cut into thin slices 1 tablespoon of honey

Honestly I had it on like the 29th without any banana or honey and that SHIT WAS ASSSSSSS. It was so bland, but I hate wasting food so I downed that slop anyway and felt siicccckkkk ough. Honestly it's been really hard to eat lately due to my current tweak out sesh (breakup stuff) and forcing myself to down that was terrible ToT. This new version with banana and honey is AMAZING THOUGH LIKE ITS GENUINELY TASTY?

After I ate that I went to work and... honestly? As much as I hate my co-workers? It was really good to see them today. They may be bad people, but they are all really attached to me. I have been giving them all life advice for so long because I thought I had it all figured out, and it's very funny being on the opposite end of things now. I specifically asked them if they think I was being silly for reaching out and breaking no contact with my partner (they are my ex but... ugh it doesn't feel right to say that, it makes my stomach hurt). I explained to them why, how, and when I did it and... they actually supported me, they are the only ones in my life who think that reaching out was anything but a mistake. I probably asked 12 people about it and only those three felt like... maybe I'm not wrong for trying to continue the conversation more than we did. Either way, they responded yesterday and we've been talking a lot today. Us talking naturally doesn't mean we're automatically back together, but it might be a new beginning of sorts regardless of what the end looks like. I'm feeling hopeful that we might be able to talk things out and heal, but I can't say anything for certain for now and probably won't be able to for a long time.

I can say that... I found out today that they were thinking about me too. When they started replying to my texts today I snuck out of work to sit in the back of my car and just... take in what they were saying, and respond. They took a picture at work that had my name on it... that made me cry real, fat tears for the first time since this happened. It's strange how I had been sobbing but my cheeks stayed dry, but the moment I talked to them and saw a glimmer of us in their life I started bawling in the back of my own car.

Today is also the first day I've rested instead of heading to the gym after work since this all started. Oh my god my body is so sore. Right now I'm planning out the rest of my night and physical activity is NOT on the agenda.

- After I post this I'll give myself a bit more time to rest and relax - Then it's time to work on homework! First I have to practice for an oral exam I have tomorrow in Spanish class. Then after that, I have both a presentation and another project in Archaeology due on Friday ToT I also have this re-write of a short story for creative writing that I need to work on a second draft of - Then I want to work on OC stuff? I have some ideas for a sleep token OC that I wanna work on, and also I think I can refine my OC's for DnD, my personal writing projects and more somewhat? I think it'd been neat to try and draw them myself sometime soon - besides that I don't think I have plans. Maybe some video games or reading if I have extra time!

Thank you for listening tonight tumblr, you're the realest <3 if anyone sees this, I'm still looking for more mutuals! I wanna learn more about people who share my interests, don't be a stranger :3

[strangerspellmans]

hi friends

[stopcryinguranadult]

Every day is just *says I'm going on lunch* but *actually has a shower instead*

[erodasfishtacos]

*CHICAGO*

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

[micer2012]

are there any particular skizz videos you would recommend to watch?

YES ABSOLUTELY :D COME WATCH MY SILLIEST STREAMER

Solo Skizz is the highlight of my entire week EVERY time one comes out. Skizz just goofing off and building his giant circles and glass cases and rupe goldberg machines, absolutely not going for 1. beauty 2. efficiency 3. any desirable things anyone would want. hes SOLELY going for SILLINESS and FUN and i am having SO much fun. in the newest one he adopts a bunch of vex and calls them his lil kids. ill Cry

IMP N SKIZZ SHORTS. IMP N SKIZZ SHORTS!!!!!! . these are scripted animated shorts (animated by Pooka, who also edits for the Imp n Skizz channel, and also is well known for cursing Me Personally with the jeff the minion loreBJHVCFG. pooka my beloved) written by imp n skizz, and they're very much playin characters here like it was a real animated series.. its so comfy and hilarious n great to rewatch. THEY ARE BROTHERS UR HONOR. a little angst implications as a treat

(pooka made this gif. i sent him an identical one i made earlier and he just went ?!?!? HEY SAME :D great minds think alike lol !!. look at it)

The Imp n Skizz channel I absolutely can reccomend too, especially if youre coming from hermitcraft. it feels Redundant to say theyve got "great chemistry" theyve been basically brothers for 25 years. they are two halves of a wholeBHJVG. n&s and their skyblock are GREAT

Skizz's 3L and LL. dear GOD SKIZZ'S 3L N LL. his third life is Great, though he starts pretty lonely it has one of the most tragic storylines in 3l, and a lotta interaction not in other povs. it makes me so sad

and his Last Life. legitimately, i think skizz has the best LL pov by FAR JBHVCFHVJB. BEST IN GENERAL, i would recommend watching skizz and Supplementing with bdubs episodes to get the full insanity of best. but skizz is the best LL pov. change my mind

AND HIS LEGACY !!! though short lived, ABSOLUTELY another favorite and one i rewatch often. skizz has a bit of a rough time on his first SMP (and honestly. at the beggining i was going OH.. Oh. this is why hes not in hermitcraft. Oh. I understand nowBHJV /LH) BUT. his interactions with the legates, especially LogicalGeekBoy and Pearl (yes. hc pearl. they are SIBLINGS) is so amazing. and the episodes, with the interactions and achievements and weekly challenges are such great fun and comfort. his confidence on smps has gotten a bit better since this with 3l n LL i think, but this is a Much Watch 4 me

he also streams alot, and has a second channel w stream archives !! a lot with tango n impulse, and the friday night among us streams are a GEM. one time him n etho as imposters, gaslit (IN GRIAN'S WORDS. thats the words Grian used) grian so hard at 3am (For him) (I THINK ALSO. THE NIGHT BEFORE MCC??COULD BE WRONG) he logged off and went to sleep. n skizz felt SO bad. there are edited among us videos with a bunch of the other hermits on his channel too. Its Great

[captain039]

PART 6 Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, heats, smut, unprotected sex, lil kinky, angst, jealousy

Xmen X new mutants

Previous chapter <-

When you awoke for the second time that day, you groaned and shuffled stomach demanding more food. You reached around and felt no Logan by you making you sigh. You sat up slowly, stretched and went to the bathroom.

You went to the toilet before going to the kitchen again, you rummaged through the cupboards and fridge before huffing, you wanted a big dinner meal. You sat by the table and leant against it sighing when you heard footsteps. You hoped they passed but you saw Jean stop in the entrance way. You tensed avoiding eye contact as she sat across from you.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m ok?” You shrugged. Aching still and overly warm, what else did she expect?

“Good, after your heat is over we can five you some medicine if you wish” she said and you nodded.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked like a little kid.

“No, I’m not mad at you” she chuckled softly.

“I know Logan is, overly nice to you, I’m not um- I’m sure he’ll just go back to normal after everything is done” you nodded embarrassed.

“He’s just being… nice?” The hole you were digging got deeper and deeper as you spoke.

“Logan doesn’t do nice, if he’s doing something it’s for reason” you avoided her eyes as she spoke and nodded.

“Right” you mumbled.

“Protective then? This will go away after I’m done with my heat, he’ll call me kid and leave me with my friends” you tried convincing yourself more than her for some reason.

“Pressure maybe?” You questioned.

“I wasn’t pressured to do anything” you jumped at the sound of his voice. You looked to him, raised eyebrow and a white plastic bag in his hand. He sat by you taking out a takeaway meal and sliding it to you. You looked at it confused as he got his own out and handed you a fork also. You thanked him softly and opened the lid and began eating.

“I’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal” Jean said and walked off. Logan huffed beside you and you tensed slightly.

“Thanks for bringing me food” you whispered and he nodded not speaking. Did he hear the whole conversation? It was he just not in a talking mood.

You were getting fidgety under the silence, you had finished your meal and sat up to put it in the bin.

“Im gonna-“ you gestured out the door and nodded as you left quickly.

You rubbed your arms looking to the ground before you ran into someone.

You apologised before seeing the guy from the other day, the one you stabbed, lightly, with your claws.

“Cat girl” he said a grin on his face. You took a step back slightly.

“You’ve got sharp claws I’ll give you that” he was taunting you, stepping forward when you stepped back. You felt your claws come out and kept your hands hidden if he tried anything.

“At least you smell good too” his grin went almost evil and you striked. Something in your mind clicked, you snarled at him his stomach slashed open. You kicked him to the ground before someone grabbed you.

“Easy” you froze at the sound of Logan. Your mind coming back, you frowned seeing the kid on the floor holding his stomach.

“Jesus! You need to lock her! Crazy cat!” The boy yelled as you began to shake.

“What-“ you muttered as Jean and the Professor came.

“I didn’t mean too” you said as others came to help.

You bolted out the back door ignoring calls. You changed into your cat self and ran outside the house borders and into the woodland area.

You ran quickly, jumping over logs and rocks before finding a suitable cave to collapse in. You panted paws aching, muscles spasming as you caught your breath. You don’t know how long you ran, you couldn’t see or hear any form of school from here. You curled up in the corner knowing you’d be warmer with fur. You let your tail rest over your eyes as you tried to cry somehow.

Morning came, sun shining brightly into your eyes, you must’ve changed in the night, shivering and naked in a cold cave.

You sighed sitting up as you rubbed your arms and hugged your knees. You had a layer of cold sweat covering your body, your heat peeking up again. You cursed at the cramps and aches in your body and leant against the cold rock.

The sun had warmed you up eventually, you had sore eyes from crying and sticky face. Sighing you didn’t bother moving, didn’t want to move, you wondered how long it would take for you to die out here.

You frowned though hearing footsteps, you listened in, it was only one person, familiar rhythm and heaviness.

Looking around you saw his figure, should’ve figured he’d follow, but you thought he wouldn’t. As he came closer he spotted you, in the corner of the cave shivering. He came closer, you saw clothes and blankets in his hand. He handed you the clothes without any words and you shuffled awkwardly to put them on. Leaning back against the rock you sighed as he laid a blanket over you and sat by you.

You stared outside, wondering what snapped inside you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him” you mumbled.

“I know” he sighed running a hand down his face.

“I wasn’t in control” you added.

“I know” he huffed and you frowned.

“What do you mean you know?” You questioned.

“I mean-“ he sighed.

“The Professor said there’s something still inside you and your friends, some sort of injection that controls your mutant side when your emotions are high” you froze at his words and wondered why the Professor never told you this.

“The Professor thought it would go away, seems it didn’t, somewhere they’re finding a way to control your mind and we can’t find out why” you stared at the ground processing his words.

“With your current state and that dick head pushing, they took over from you” you didn’t know what to think, how the hell could they do that?

“Charles thinks it’s another mutant doing it, but we don’t know” you only nodded turning your head away from him as you tried to process it again. Someone was in your head, controlling you? Is that why you lashed out the very first time? Was the overdose so you didn’t know someone was in your head. You shuddered a bit holding the blanket closer.

“Is there like, a cage or something you can put me in?” You mumbled and he raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you need a cage?” He questioned.

“So I don’t lash out again and loose control” you said biting your cheek.

“You don’t need a cage” he sighed.

“Well something then? A secret room? something I can’t get out of” you felt your heart quicken and tried to calm down invade ‘they’ took over.

“You stay with me” he said finally.

“With you? What if I scratch you to shreds?!” You snapped glaring at him.

“You can’t” he scoffed a little smiling.

“It’s not funny Logan, this is serious, there’s someone in my head controlling me!” You looked away and stared at the ground again.

��I wasn’t laughing at the situation” he said firmly.

“Calm down” you frowned looking to him at the change of his voice, an alpha tone. You took deep breaths and looked away again sighing.

“Fuck!” You yelled hands fisted. Logan was giving you a firm look as he pulled you into his lap.

“I said clam down” he whispered and you felt shivers again. You leant against his chest listening to his heartbeat and sighed. Your heat must be ending thankfully, having him hold you was enough to dull the aches. You stayed like that for a while, you tucked under his chin with the blanket around your body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“Logan” you called softly and he hummed.

“What is this?” His hand stopped at your question and sighed quietly. You sat up, resting against his thighs as you looked to him.

“Everyone I’ve loved ends up hurt or dead” he sighed and you frowned.

“I’m a soldier born and made to kill and protect, not love” he mumbled and you felt your heart break. Your shoulders sagged a little.

“Just protective” you whispered getting off his lap.

“We should go back” you said standing up as you began to walk away.

“Y/n” he sighed following you silently.

Next Chapter ->

[dreamteamspace]

We hit 400 so here’s a- ✨ DREAM APPRECIATION ESSAY ✨

(by Yours Truly. Much thanks to the one, innocent anon who just wanted to ask a small talk question but hit my serotonin-providing hyperfixation.)

1. Self-esteem

I love the way he’s confident in his abilities when it’s become such a “trend” to either be completely and utterly self-depricating about your own skills out of fear of being labelled an asshole or overconfident nowadays.

At the same time you can still tell he doesn’t want to pull anyone down ever, and will always be really careful with that and take every oppertunity to lift up the people around him. Dream has a very emotional voice that gives him away a lot, so you can really tell he genuinely admires the people around him and he’s never afraid to say that they could totally easily beat him in something if he doesn’t have practice with it.

He tends to be a bit too hard on himself, so his friends always encourage him in his abilities, and that’s just. So nice. He celebrates his victories! He gets so so excited and happy when he wins in the manhunts, and I think celebrating your hard-earned victories isn’t something that should be villanized.

He won, and we should KNOW by now that doesn’t mean he thinks he’s somehow better than everyone. He has a pretty good eye on his abilities, and that allows him to really use them to the max.

2. Morality

He isn’t afraid to change the game! His adhd picks out a Cool New Thing and he just goes, You know what? Why not! His adhd goes “do this thing repeatedly another 3847 times” and he’s like, yeah sure!

Nobody expected him to release a song, but he just went for it! He’s been speedrunning so much, but he isn’t afraid to stream it every day 5 days in a row for hours while his friends bicker in the background.

Dream genuinely does the things he finds fun, but at the same time puts in so much effort to make them good and entertaining to watch and never forgets about his viewers.

He’s kidfriendly because he wants to be! Fame-wise, at this point he could definitly swear more if he wanted to (and he does when in other people’s content who don’t care about swearing), but despite that he doesn’t swear on his main because he wants his content to be accessable for everyone.

Sure, on one hand it could be for clout/money, but consider: Dream doesn’t stream the DSMP because he doesn’t want to take attention away from other people. He participates in the videos of his friends. He lets compilation channels and the like do whatever they want and even monetize his content. He lets his friends stream Road Trip on twitch as much as they want for free.

Dream doesn’t not swear just for his fanbase, but he does it because he has so so much respect for people. No matter how high he goes, he’s always consciously focused on respecting and admiring the people around him.

He has genuine respect for creators so much smaller than him, and he has respect for people in his fanbase that are younger than him. He isn’t afraid to go against the norm and STAND for that, either (see the video where he defends his stans).

And he defends his friends so much too! So much so it could almost be a little bit of a flaw sometimes, but I feel like he truly wants to learn from his mistakes. He apologizes for things even when nobody asked him to, and that just shows that he does it out of genuine guilt and fear of hurting someone.

He’s always seemed like someone who is genuinely willing to change to be a better version of himself, who isn’t afraid to challenge what he thinks and what other people think and what the norm thinks in order to improve everything for everyone.

Dream also doesn’t let any of the fame get to his head! As I said before - he’s confident in the things he’s good at, but in a way that doesn’t pull other people down, and he still remains firmly admirable of other people.

And even when OTHER people let fame get to their head (it was a while ago, but there was a video he made about five block jumps, where he added in a clip of a video of another guy doing it complete with credit and link etc. The guy was 100% alright with it at first, but when his video started getting more views because Dream’s video blew up, he started accusing Dream of “stealing” his content (when dozens of other videos of the 5 block jump already existed, and Dream could’ve just put in a clip of himself doing the jump)),,, but he insisted in his reponse that fame gets to people’s heads sometimes, nobody should blame anybody, he genuinely was never upset at him and just said that this just... happens sometimes.

He’s a very forgiving person all around, in part due to being willing to challenge his own norms and give people the benefit of the doubt JUST in case he’s wrong. He lets people enjoy things so long as they aren’t hurting anybody, like allowing people to ship him w people who are also alright with shipping, but at the same time taking a hard stance on, say, how shipping minors is absolutely wrong and should not be done ever (and he’s right).

3. Fandom

He appreciates said fanart and fanworks as well! He thinks dnf fanart is cool and he even appreciates the fanfic part of his fandom, something many ccs wish to ignore or forget it exists altogether (and it IS ofc in their right to do so or be uncomfortable with such content!), but Dream sees the work put into it and how people find connections and friendships through the fandom and appreciates it all the same.

He loves his fandom. So much. But not in the overdone, fake-feeling way I’ve seen other ccs be,,,, he’s just. Quiet and shy and genuine about it but not afraid to defend it.

He’s said before - and I QUOTE - “If you send hate to people or have sent hate to people, in the form of hateful comments or DMs, you aren’t welcome in my fandom. You’re no fan of mine”, which is the HOTTEST take he’s ever uttered and I love that. He really just went and said that. And he’s right. I like that despite how he’s usually more held back and waits things out before taking a stance, he chose this topic to really take a hard stance on and not budge and stick to it.

Pmbata has also said that he believes his fans have his back no matter what!! And that he really loves them a lot!!! And I am!! Emotional!!!!

4. ND/Adhd

He has adhd which is something I relate to personally (I have it as well sdlkfj). He gets excited sometimes!! I love how he shows being fidgety in mc, always pacing and parcouring around,, the way that in manhunts you can SEE when he’s thinking or bouncing back and forth between two options,,, or the way he gets close to people in mc to laugh with them.... He shows so much with his movements by them being quick and daring and calculated (and it’s especially hilarious to watch other people react to it in the video “mc but three people control one player”, where he’s the one moving and Sapnap and George will gasp or go “Dream!!” in surprise when Dream was THIS close to falling off a ledge, but he just laughs sdlkfjsdf).

When he’s not moving around he stands perfectly, perfectly still (which, idk if thats what all adhd ppl have, but I know I have something similar? Like when I’m nervous I’ll sometimes just. Freeze in place. No movement at all). He’s just relatable sdkjf.

There was one Manhunt extra scenes where he,,,,, stims by clapping,,,,,, the lil excited clap in the background,,, I’m gonna cry. I’m so soft for excited Dream that one is such a comfort clip for me!

He also tends to stim by getting under trap doors and then jumping back out of them, or jumping up a block and then walking back down over and over (especially noticable in The Village Went Mad tftsmp episode, where they were all discussing who the murderer could be and he was the only one moving, hopping up the log and then running back down again).

Also it is. Really Soft when he starts rambling and overexplaining something. What’s even better is that George, who is usually present at such moments, will laugh a little at his antics, and Dream will automatically laugh with him.

5. Rp/Uplifting other ccs

Dream wasn’t all THAT into the rp at first, but his server has been so strongly supporting and giving attention to smaller creators that he’s since completely rolled along with it. Being a villain in the RP is a difficult role because you will, inevitable, as much as it is just roleplay and all scripted, always get some amount of dislike from people for it.

Despite that, he’s basicly the main big villain on his own server where he let a bunch of theater kids beat him up in character and imprison him on his OWN SERVER. He wasn’t as into the rp at first, but has obviously been practicing and joins every Tales of the SMP when he can, despite getting zero clout for it.

What Dream also tends to do is find small content creators, see their talent and lift them high. His entire discord server is dedicated to give smaller ccs a place to grow, and when he first found Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, etc., they were much much smaller than they are now. He truly wanted to help them make it big.

He’s also added Foolish Shark and Hannah onto the SMP, both much smaller ccs (not tiny, but you get what I mean), allowing them to grow. He doesn’t stream on his OWN SERVER. He let himself get imprisoned to let the good guys win on his OWN. SERVER. He’s willing to play the villain and everything.

An interesting thing though! A lot of people used to/still do clown on Dream a bit for his sometimes uncertain acting,,, but when he’s around people he knows well (Sapnap and George, Tubbo and Tommy) we’ve seen him go ALL OUT. I have the theory Dream might be genuinely afraid to accidentally be mean to someone in character and have them misinterpret it sldkfjsdf,,, so he’s rly careful when he goes into the rp, and sometimes even when he’s in it he goes quiet, especially with other people around.

But also the fact that he needs time to feel comfortable around ppl is,, a mood,,, and adorable,,, sdlfkjsdf-

Apparently he’s also shared his youtube algorithm secrets with Tommy?? Which he had only shared with Sapnap and George before?? Dream took one look at that chaotic kid and immedietly adopted him as his little brother. He literally got up super early to rp the prison visit. Idk about ya’ll but I would die for someone first and get up horribly early for them second-

6. Friends!!

Dream?? Considers so so many people his friends?? And despite having so many friends, he also has his few closest friends (George and Sapnap) whom he would absolutely die for in a heartbeat. He WILL defend them with everything he has and loves them so so much.

He listens to them and really, truly wants them to succeed. He respects them so much and will go OFF about how good they actually are and how talented they are and how important they are to him.

I can’t even COVER everything about how much he is SOULMATES with Gorg. They live in each others heads rent-free. He mentions him all the time. They get!! So happy when they’re around each other!!! Their voices get so soft,,

And I can’t even BEGIN to explain the energy of Sapnap and Dream just moving together permanently. Imagine moving together with your best friend. Like, permanently. Into one house. They’re best friends Your Honor,,,,

Also,, remember the Techno and Dream rivalry? And Dream has recently said that he’s hesitant to make a serious manhunt against Techno because he doesn’t want there to be any feud between them or have them be compared to each other. He said that while he absolutely wanted nothing more than to beat Techno at first, now that he knows him better he just wants to be friends with him. He wants to be FRIENDS. With his, essentially, mc RIVAL. Friendly rival, but still. He doesn’t even wanna fight Techno or have ppl compare them cause he,,, wants to be friends with him,,,,

7. Vulnerability

What I feel like really sets Dream apart from some other ccs for me is that he’s willing to be vulnerable. He will tell George he loves him. He defends his friends. He sounds so, so genuine when he tells his fandom that he loves them.

What’s just really rare to see, especially in male ccs, is that vulnerability. It’s becoming more acceptable as time goes on, but it’s certainly not easy, and a lot of people become and stay long-term fans BECAUSE they can see how genuine he is.

I know Dream looks up to Mr. Beast a lot, for example, but honestly? I think he’s a little better than Mr. Beast. Because he feels more genuine, more bound to what he believes is right. I’m sure Mr. Beast isn’t a bad content creator! But ultimately they have different target audiences and I’m very glad Dream is the way he is.

Less of that insecure masculinity and more willing to be vulnerable, to care about things, to get emotional and to encourage and uplift the people around him.

8. Pure Brainrot

Green boi has nice deep calm soothing voice. Little shy laugh. Wheeze laugh. Gorg live in his head rent-free. He lov friends. He lov block game. He good at block game,,, a little shy but confident,,, big heart,,,, soft voice,,,,, rambles sometimes....

He also Gender. He’s so gender. I don’t know how else to describe it. I want That. Whatever That is. My gender is Dreamwastaken

[salaciousslut]

A lot of my playlists are very long and jumbled lil messes. Lemme make a proper playlist and when i stop being so shy, i'll send you a link to it? ☺️

I just think you'd sound cute drunk, plus i think ive just wanted to drink these past few days and maybe i wanna get drunk with you. I become a bit bolder when im drunk. But i bet you'd look so cute looking at me after i call you puppy<3 im not someone who thinks brats should be disciplined either, i feel like subs get bratty cause they either want more love and attention or they wanna be roughed up a bit, sometimes its both<3 and you are a good puppy<3 so good<33🥰

You better be crying when you need to! No need to bottle up feelings when its better to express them ☺️ and i got you on the log accountability for sure ❤️

!! Youre in two campaigns??! Thats so fucking cool!! I'd love to play d&d with you, I had a discord campaign like two years ago and my old friends went crazy over the fact that i would change my voice to be in character 🤭 but i like to practice the range in my voice d&d and monster prom came in real good for that back in the day hehe ☺️ youre too cute omg<3 i wish i could smell your perfume!! That sounds like it smells nice :0 do you have a favorite perfume?? ALSO YUZU IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE CANDLE SCENTS!! Im literally crazy abt candles i know the proper way to care for them and it feels a little silly how much i care about candles but i just love them. I care enough to also always check the candles that the ppl in my life have to see if theyre essential oil based bc fuck paraffin based candles they are not the best for ppl or animals :( and i get you on fruity and clean smells!! Im also just insane and i used to play with fire for fun so i love burning wood smell!

Green was my fav color growing up!! I hated DHMIS bc of the "green is not a creative color" bullshit. Its still pretty up there but royal purple is my color, not even just ok favorites. Royal purple is low key a lucky/spiritual color for me. Sleepy girl who likes walks and cuddles<3 lemme come over to cuddle! Also how tall are you? 🫣 you dont gotta say if you dont wanna, im 5'7" (short king i guess lmao)

omg yes!! ill make one for you too!! i love sharing music! i just take a bit of time listening to new music bc i have to be in the right mood!! but i love music

i wanna get drunk sooooo bad!! im going out momday after my exam and now i wont stop thinking of u with me!! i love bold and i become bold too!! and very giggly and very fun!! and im not super bratty, i just like attention!! so it all works out for me 🥰

im working on being better at expressing my emotions actually!! i always bottle it in but im trying my best!!

yes i love dnd!! i have one online campaign that i play with friends from tumblr and then one in person campaign with people from school!! and you change ur voice omg i have to hear it!!!

yes i loveee my lil dolce and gabana light blue! i have a dupe for it sooo its really nice and affordable!! that or under the lemon by replica! smells like yummy lemons!!

i love candles too!! i try to tale care of my candles but sometimes i get a lil lazyyyyy but i know i should be better. see i love playing with wax! i loved dipping my finger in wax and playing with the candle so i feel u

i but u look amazing in royal purple too!! im 5'5! but i love my short kings hehe!! ur perfect height!!! 😘

[thesmpisonfire]

A Fundy and Tommy meeting, and neither of them knows how to express their feelings without screaming.

Its ends well, don’t worry. I’m after my second clown certificate

Tommy was alone in his tent. Not even Dream was around this time. He kept breaking logs, building "tiki torches" and trying his best to not look at the beach. It had passed 2 days already, and no one appeared, so they certainly didn't care. Ghostbur passed around the beginning of the day, now off to find a horse (Ghostbur remembered that Tommy had a horse, once. It made him happy, so he was after another one), but Tommy couldn't care less. Ghostbur also didn't appeared at his beach party.

Only Dream. Like always.

Maybe it was meant to be like that.

His pity thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone crossing the portal, his first thought being "Tubbo!". Tommy quickly brushed it off, Tubbo didn't care enough to visit him. "Ranboo?" Was his second guess, but he didn't hear the usual greetings, so it wasn't the half enderman. Then, it was set on "...Dream", as it should be in the first place. He sighed, quickly taking off his newly made iron armor.

"Hello, Dream.... Let's get this done alrea-"

Tommy turned around, looking to a very confused face that certainly wasn't Dream. Fundy was holding something in an picnic bag, those ones that kept the cold inside, some ashes in his clothes and a lil bit of the jacket more burned.

"I really don't know if I should ask about the 'Dream' thing, or why you put a fucking plank to people get to your portal." He kinda laughed, trying to brush of the uncomfortable mood.

Tommy went silent, holding his armor close and and walking away from Fundy. "If people want to visit me, they need to fucking prove it." Tommy said, bitter as he never was before.

Fundy left the picnic bag at Tommy's tent, watching the kid put his things in a secret chest. "Well, you are only making it easier to die. I fixed it after I crossed" Fundy smiled, proud of himself.

Tommy froze, turning back to the fox. "You did what?" Conflicted feelings were fighting inside of him now. On one side, he was angry that Fundy was messing with his ideas and plans. At the order, he was so happy. If Fundy fixed it, it was because he had the intention to come back more often, and Tommy was so happy with it.

"Fixed the bridge, we don't wanna people falling down in their way here, do we?" Fundy smiled at Tommy as soon as he approached.

Tommy was tempted to smile too, but he was seeing something off. This was Fundy. The scammer. The once traitor. The sly fox.

The voice in his head wasn't even his anymore, sounding too much like a certain masked man, filling him with doubt and fear.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Fundy looked like he just got slapped in the face, not imagining this reaction, specially out of nowhere like that.

"What? What do you mean, Tommy?"

"You must be after something, aren't you?" Tommy's words were filled with anger and resentment, the monsters in his mind talking for him. "What is it? Untouched forest? Mines still unexplored?" He slowly approached Fundy, pointing at his face.

"Tommy, I'm not after any of those things!" Fundy explained himself, now more worried than ever.

Tommy let out a dry laugh, looking around now. "So, it's because you fucking pity me, don't you?" He pointed to himself now, then to the picnic bag. "You even brought up a pity present!"

Fundy was just bringing some primecicles he and Ranboo had just made, but he couldn't spoil any of it. "Tommy, I'm not pitying you." He tried to reason, pitching the bridge of his nose. Patience, Fundy... The kid is messed up. Don't make it worse.

"Yes, you are! You don't care about me! None of you care about me!" Tommy walked away, laughing. “You all doesn’t even bother to visit me anymore!”

Fundy couldn’t be more confused. He was right there, visiting. What the hell was happening to Tommy?

The coder was a smart person, even if people tend to overlook it. Fundy noticed the explosion holes poorly covered up, the dull blue eyes, the beaten up clothes. He just didn’t want to address it in order to not make the atmosphere uncomfortable, but Tommy was really pushing up. Fundy and Tommy never had any boundaries in their fights, being pretty open about their sides, and things were starting to spill, hot and hurtful.

“Tommy, I am right here and...” Fundy got interrupted by Tommy’s outburst, tears forming at the corners of the kid’s eyes.

“YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME!” Tommy shouted, screaming loudly enough to scare a nearby bird. “NONE OF YOU EVEN MISS ME! YOU ALL LEFT ME ALONE!”

Even if Tommy was the one crying and shouting his feelings out loud, he saw the moment he messed up. Fundy’s ears flattened against his head and his tail went still. Tommy, the once brave and reckless Tommy, took a step back when he saw Fundy clenching his fist.

“Oh, you think people left you?” Fundy’s voice was low, a bittersweet smile now open.

Tommy was hurt in so many ways, indescribable ones, but Fundy wasn’t far behind.

Fundy approached Tommy, looking at the teenager in the eyes.

“Say it again.”

“...What?”

“Say it again, Tommy!” Fundy raised his voice, losing his limit. Neither of them was good with hiding their feelings. “Say again that people are leaving you!”

Tommy opened his mouth to repeat, but nothing was said. Fundy looked as hurt as him, and he was clearly not pitying the teenager, so Tommy was willing to listen

Fundy breathed in, trying to calm himself. “Tommy, you were the one who made that Christmas tree?”

“...No”

“Those discs you have right now, you got them alone?”

“No.”

“Did you built the tent alone?”

“No, but...”

“The very first day...” Fundy’s voice broke a little, but he quickly dismissed it. “You were alone here?”

“Ghostbur came with me.”

“Yes, he did.” Fundy sadly smiled, his voice a lot calmer now. “Who helped you with the beach?”

“Drea-”

“No.” Fundy cut him short, a hand on his shoulder. “That fucking bastard is the cause you are here. He basically forced your exile to happen. He was not helping, he was watching.” Tommy closed his eyes, his mind spinning.

Dream is a friend. Dream put you here. Dream has been good with you. Dream is a fucking monster. Dream cares about you. Dreams cares about nothing but the discs.

“Tommy... Who was here with you, helping with the beach?” Fundy’s voice was soft, as he hoped that he wasn’t pushing too much.

“Ghostbur, you, and Phil...” Tommy’s voice was so small, so broken.

“Yes, we were.” Fundy waited for Tommy open his eyes, which he did, tears stains in his face.

“Ranboo tries to visit you everyday, and I’m trying to do the same.” Fundy reassured Tommy, looking around. “But... Dream is always here, and we don’t want to mess anything and lose contact with you.”

Tommy blinked, pieces matching together. That was why his friends weren’t there? Because of Dream? That was why Dream was always there?

“Ranboo also told me about a beach party... That I never got the invite...”

“Dream said it was delivered by Ghostbur in your mails!” Tommy shouted again.

“We don't even have mailboxes in L’manberg, Tommy! How we could have received mail?” Fundy snapped back.

Tommy felt like everything was falling apart again, revealing a not so pleasant truth. “He... He could have slipped under the doors... or...”

“Tommy. There were no invites.” Fundy held him by his shoulders again.

They went silent, Tommy’s eyes darting around while his whole reality was shaking. “But... Tubbo hates me, right? He destroyed the compass.” He sounded lost again.

“It was my fault.” Fundy mumbled, not looking at Tommy. “He died and... I should have been faster when picking up his stuff, a creeper ended up exploding it... The compass broke. But Tubbo still have it, even if it doesn’t have the needle anymore.” Tommy felt like crying again.

But Dream said...

Dream was fucking lying.

“I know he doesn’t visit you... He is scared that you hates him.” Fundy confessed. “That’s why he came when you weren’t around.” He played with his jacket, looking at the portal’s direction. “Tubbo misses you, man.”

Tommy angrily cleaned his tears, looking at Fundy. He pushed the fox, not as strong as he was thinking. “Stop lying to me!” He shouted, trying to push Fundy again. He felt Fundy holding his arms, and he didn’t have the strength to fight back. Tommy was still crying, not knowing in who to believe.

Dream was there everyday for him, he have Tommy gear, he was the only person not pitying Tommy- Tommy had so many other friends coming over, he had received things because his friends wanted to help him- Tommy was alone- Tommy was not alone.

“I am not lying, Tommy. I wouldn’t do this.” Fundy freed Tommy’s arms.

“You are always lying...” Tommy mumbled.

“Not about this.” Fundy was serious, Tommy could hear in his voice.

“Then... Dream lied to me.”

The fox just nodded, feeling that talking would interrupt Tommy’s line of thought.

Well, he didn’t expected Tommy to silent walk away, come back with a trident while walking towards the beach, and throw it away with the most angered, betrayed, heartbreaking scream Tommy had ever made.

Fundy approached Tommy, who was sitting on the sand, face hidden in his hands. Fundy hugged him by the side, rubbing his arm a little, and Fundy couldn’t stop the memories back at the L’manberg Independence war. Those cold nights where he, Tommy and Tubbo had to spend up on the walls, watching over for enemies. The two would always end up sleeping on Fundy’s shoulders, one with his jacket and other with his tail around. Wilbur gave up on scolding them for their lack of self care in sleeping on the job after some time, and just started to do the watching himself. Easier times that would never come back .

“I will fight him back.” Tommy said, looking up and sniffling.

Fundy smiled, seeing that small spark in Tommy’s eyes. “We are already planning something at our front” The fox got up, cleaning the sand in his clothes. “I’m not telling you what because its nothing set but... We just need you to be strong for only a little bit more.”

Tommy weakly smiled, still sitting on the sand. “I can try-”

“Nope. Cut of this ‘try’ shit.” Fundy was harsh, but he knew Tommy, the boy still had that fire on him, it just needed to grow. “You, Tommy Innit, Big Man...” He saw Tommy chuckle, and kept going. “The guy who learned ‘The green bastard will die’ in 6 different languages just to piss off the enemy, and also the most brave person that I know...”

Fundy put a dirt block on the ground, stepping on it. “... Will you keep going strong?”

Tommy got up with the help of Fundy’s hand, smiling again for the first time in weeks. “I will be the strongest.”

“YEEEEAH!” Fundy pulled him over the dirt block, changing places and looking up to Tommy, smiling widely when he saw the shine back to his eyes. “Let’s kill that fucking bastard!” Tommy cheered, thinking about his secret room, about his compass, about his friends, his family, his home.

They heard the portal, someone crossing it. They looked at Niki and Ranboo, both of them with a cake on their hands. “I think I just missed something.” Niki smiled, and Tommy had to stop himself to run in her direction. “Sorry for the wait!” Ranboo said, approaching them. “But Niki lives in the woods now, its sooo far away and-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Tommy cut, and he meant it.

They all sat on the table at the beach, never talking about L’manburg once, instead just laughing and enjoying the sunset.

Tommy was going to fight.

And he wasn’t going to be the loser again.