#more just system concerns but yea

[fictive-culture]

does it mean anything necessarily if you have dreams about being a system? i'm a singlet but on and off questioning plurality (it's really unhealthy for me) (it's at a point of obsession) and i can't tell if this is something i should factor into "maybe look into this" or if it's simply a side effect of me literally obsessing over plurality. i know one specific character was in one of the dreams that i've said "man i'm not plural but if i was i would have them as a fictive i bet" (which is a very singlet thing to say. obviously /lh) and in another recent dream i WAS that character and something even happened that while not directly recreating it reflected a moment in their source that i hadn't seen yet (i didn't know about it until one of my friends responded to my dream saying "no that actually happens though") but i know dreams don't inherently mean anything but at the same time i feel as though my mind would know my mind??? i don't know where i stand on this much like everything else

So I'm going to describe some vaguely relevant stuff related to our system as a starting point and then see if I can provide you with some other advice/information

First, we have a very fun origin in that a lot of things play into other things. So we id as traumaendo because our brain first chose madd to deal with our trauma however our madd eventually developed into plurality. So we are paragenic, but since our madd is caused by trauma, it kind of counts as both. Our madd is greatly affected by our autism and adhd so we hyperfixate on lots of things. That leads to so very frequently gaining members from our hyperfixations. We obsess over something long enough and boom 1-3 new pals.

Second, we have a handful of other sources, a decent amount of stressgenic, one possible willogenic and important to this two somtives headmates introjected from dreams. They aren't fictives of sources that exist, but that doesn't mean that can't happen.

Now, while what I'm about to say isn't a complete list of what could be happening, I hope it helps work as more of a starting point to think about.

There is the possibility that the obsession is caused by preexisting plurality. We did have an interest in it prior to our realization, but mostly because we wanted to try and create a positive plural character. I feel like it isn't uncommon to have some level of intrigue towards plurality beforehand.

This next idea stepping stone thingy is o-genic and oc-genic [both terms are links], which are both neurogenic origins related to plurality caused by obsession oc-genic is ocd exclusive but I'm unsure of o-genic. But basically, just if the brain keeps obessesing over plurality, it could create a system kind of like willogenic but to the left.

Or it could be neither, and you are a singlet who is getting obsession induced dreams about plurality.

There are probably more ideas and theories and explanations for why this is happening to you, but the actual advice that isn't just me sharing neat plural things is you gotta explore. Try talking to them, keep track of things that seem plural, read up on other people's experiences, there could be something plural about this or it could not be, maybe read up on median systems, try meditation, join system servers and find safe places for you to explore, look into willogenic/parogenic system creation if it's something you are interested in doing, stick around here and other system culture is blogs and see what feels familiar to what you are going through. Dreams are really iffy, and while they can mean something, and I believe it is how some systems enter headspace, it could mean nothing. So, while I'd love to give you a solid answer, all I can do is give you things that may be relevant to your experience and tell you to go out and explore. I can also tell you that there isn't anything wrong with questioning and ending up as a singlet. The question isn't always yes, so don't worry about it too much. So, just welcome to the community. Enjoy your stay, and I wish you luck.

[keeps-ache]

oh i Need cheesecake Now. or i'll die

[yourmidnightlover]

(You don’t have to do this) Xavier Thorpe x reader

The try not to kiss each other challenge on tiktok

ahh YES! i hope i brought your request to justice

i'm gonna take this as like a lovers to friends to lovers kinda thing bc there isnt enough of that going around with our beloved xavier

i also wanted to let y'all know that i am working through my requests! inspiration strikes at odd hours, and i'm trying to delegate all of my time respectively to all of the fics i'm working on. but i assure you i will work through everything!

tension

paring: xavier thorpe x reader (duh)

summary: after months of flirting, your friends take matters into their own hands and dared you to do a tiktok trend.

warnings: kissing, tons of tension (also duh),they're cuddly? i don't think there's really anything else but let me know if i've missed something!

it had been months and months of flirting between you and xavier thorpe. consistent, unending, raw flirting. this included the batting of eyelashes, shoving of arms, longing stares, buying of gifts... everything. the whole shebang.

and god, were enid, ajax and wednesday tired of it. wednesday constantly wanted to claw her own eyes out when she saw you. enid thought it was cute the first two months, but after that she was only confused as to why you would never make it official. and ajax would just tease the two of you. he voiced his concerns with xavier, occasionally with you, but mostly with xavier. he would mostly talk about how dumb he was to not just ask you out or make it official.

so, as enid was scrolling through tiktok, she stumbled upon a certain video of two friends... or mayabe they were more? either way, they were sitting in front of each other, and each one moved closer to the other. the premise was whoever breaks the tension and kisses the other loses, she guessed?

regardless, there was tension and there was a kiss and that is exactly what needs to happen with you and xavier in order to put everyone out of their misery.

so, she sent the tiktok to ajax and wednesday, the message reading:

weregirl: OMG! we've got to get them to do this! they'd totally admit everything!

middleoftheweek: this is repulsive to watch, but i hope it will be worth it as long as they get whatever they need to out of their system

snakes4hair: if this gives my boy the push he needs to make a move then i'll do basically whatever

and just like that... the game was afoot.

"dude," ajax was laughing at the lunch table. you had thrown your legs over xavier's lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he played with your hair. "there's this new thing i saw online the other day. enid sent it to me, and i doubt you and y/n would be able to do it," ajax chuckled as he looked towards enid.

"oh, definitely not," enid shook her head exaggeratedly. "they'd never be able to do it."

"do what?" xavier spoke up as he took a bite of your sandwich.

"yea, do what?" you perked up at the idea of a chellnege. "we could do it, right?"

"hell yea," xavier nodded as he pat your thigh. "we could 100% do it."

"i don't think you could," wednesday said curtly, sneering at both you and xavier's closeness. "at all."

"yes we could!" xavier removed his hands from your hair, throwing them up dramatically.

"alright," ajax spoke up. "i dare you to complete little challenge. you have to record it though, as proof, and post it."

"deal!" both you and xavier looked at each other, giving each other a high five that only resulted in your hands holding.

later that night, you and xavier had retreated to his shed as he painted before they sent you the video you had to recreate.

"seriously?" you scoffed. "they're just sitting there looking at each other with music playing," you looked at xavier as the video played.

"wait," he pointed at the screen. "they're like inching closer to each other. like one does and then the other."

"but why?" you got your answer less than thirty seconds later. "oh..." you glanced at xavier, who bit his lower lip before glancing at you with a smile.

"i never back down from a dare," xavier shrugged as he looked at you.

you nodded, "neither do i."

after setting up the camera with the video on the three-minute setting, about to start recording. you were sitting on the mattress that you had both smuggled in his shed, the one that used to be rowans before... well. yea. both sitting across from each other, your legs were overlapped with each other's. then, the music started playing.

at first you were both smiling, giggling, even. you inched closer to his face first, around 10 seconds after the music started. your faces seemed closer than they ever were before, and that's when the smiles faded and the tension built.

he reached around you and pulled you on top of his lap for his move. the longer this went on, the more it felt like a game of chess, only physical. you swore you could see every shade of green littering his irises. his cologne somehow radiated around you. you made the mistake of looking at his lips, curiosity getting the better of you. he was gently biting his lower lip. it was almost as if he wanted you to kiss it better.

then, you placed your hand on the lower side of his face, nearer to his neck. you could feel his pulse rate picking up. it was exciting to see what kind of power you had over him. you could now feel the way you affected him. now, you saw as his eyes went to your lips which only made you smirk that much more.

he used both of his hands to bring your face right in front of his. he was everywhere. to your side, you would see his hands. his hands took up nearly your entire face, and you loved the way they felt against your skin. part of you never wanted them to leave. you could nudge his nose with your own if you even slightly moved. you were getting close to losing this whole game. you wouldn't. you couldn't.

you tilted your head to the left, bringing your lips closer to his own but not touching. you were so close you could practically breathe in each other's air. you could feel his pulse pick up once more before you licked your lips, you felt his chuckle radiating around your head. but when you looked in his eyes you felt something totally different. it was heavier. it was more.

then, with a mumble, "screw it," he pulled your face into his own, kissing you with all the tension he had built up over not just the past two minutes, but from the past months of doing nothing.

your hand moved up to his hair, running through it like you had so many times. in this context, though, your hand running through his hair was so, so much different. it was much more intimate.

you let his tongue into your mouth happily, nearly breaking the kiss with how big of a grin you had on your face. one of his hands moved to your waist, wrapping around you like the warmest hug you've ever had. your other hand was holding the hand still on your face. you meant it when you said you never wanted them to leave.

truth be told, you never wanted him to leave. you never wanted to stop kissing him. you've wanted to for months on end, but you were too scared of being rejected. you thought he was joking about all of the flirting sometimes. the touches, everything. but this kiss felt more real than time.

"i think i won," xavier whispered as he went up for air. you shook your head.

"i think ajax won," you chuckled as you both began to laugh. "him or myself, of course," you rolled your eyes.

"we all won," he compromised.

"stupid tension, huh?"

[cherllyio]

Li Jing has trapped Nüwa - A season 5 theory

Now I know, this sounds crazy, but dont worry it will all make sense when i show you my evidence for it:

Evidence number 1: How he has the power to do

Evidence number 2: How he has the right motivation to do so

Evidence number 3: Its is shown IN THE LEGO SETS

Evidence number 1: He has the power to do

First of all, Li Jings "Pagado" is weapon used to "trap" people inside of it(sort of like the calabash). He even used this in the original mytholgy against Nezha, when Nezha tried to kill him(Dont worry, i will make an analysis about them soon).

And we even see Li Jing! trap MK in the Pagado in the trailer! (Notice how MK is the only one being pulled forward, while the other are getting pushed back) (This was metioned in a breakdown here)

Second of all, we know this Pagado, is IMPORTANT, with how it placed in the direct middle of the season 5 poster. MK and the rest are even IN A PAGADO IN THIS POSTER. (picture of real life pagoda underneath)

Evidence number 2: He has the right motivation to do so

If we want to understand how Li Jing's motivations works, we first have to look at where he got his ideals from: The Celistial Realm.

Since season 4, we have all been made aware that the whole "Celistial realm system" isnt that great. The Jade Emperor being a prime example of this, as mentioned by Azure.

Azure: "But overtime it became clear for me, that The Jade Emperors only concern was kepping his subjects under his boot"

And if we actually start analyzing it further, we realize that The Celistials realms biggest flaw is that they focus too much on "Order".

Bassicaly: Everyone has their roles and needs to follow them, like how Nezha was so intense about his whole "protect the celistial realm" role. So much indeed, that it was WORTH MORE THAN HIS OWN LIFE.

So it would make sense that in this next season, we would get a direct antagonist(or even villian) who is FROM The Celistial Realm.

Because lets be real, even though MK and the rest are heroes, they dont really follow the celistial realms whole "order system".

They are so incredebly chaotic, that of course someone like Li Jing(whom seems very happy for "intrapping the chaotic", aka putting a circlet on Wukongs head) would not like our protagonists.

And with all this in mind, how would someone like Li Jing then react to Nüwa? Someone who seems to embrace the chaotic as not "something that needs to fixed", but as something that is vital for this world (a real philosophy in dualism btw).

Yea, Li Jing would not like someone like that.

Anyway last evidence:

Evidence Number 3: It is shown in the Lego sets:

The only time we have seen Nüwa in the lego sets was something called the "Celistial Pagoda"

Notice how Li Jing is IN that Lego sets, holding his Pagoda, that looks suspingly a lot like a smaller version of the big Pagado.

With all this in mind then....This is how i imagined it went down:

How Li Jing trapped Nüwa

Li Jing one day learned that the creation godess, Nüwa, was creating something called "The Harbinger of Chaos". He didnt know what it even was, but he DEFINITELY didnt like the sound of it.

Therefore, Li Jing goes to confront Nüwa, trapping her in the process, but... what about MK you might say?

Well as RV sketch theorised in their video: "What is MK", MK is acutally Broken/ not complete yet (hence why he is glitching, and also why his stone has that crack).

Therefore they also theorised that the reason that he isnt Broken/ not complete yet, is because that something happend to Nüwa while she was making him, leaving MK alone and unfinished.

He then, somehow, got brought to live, and found his way to Pigsy.

This then meaning, that if both our theories are correct, Li Jing was the one to trap Nüwa and leaving MK all alone on that mountain.

Li Jing might even have found MK's half finished stone and tried to DESTROY IT. And thinking that he finished the job, he just left it there (not knowing that MK is now the result of that).

Conclusion:

Li Jing not only ruins his own family, but also ruins other peoples(deities) families too!

[obsessiveagony2point0]

The Past

Charles reminds Hob of someone from a long time ago.

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Hob isn’t used to being asked about his past, with Dream being the only exception.

But now, with Edwin and Charles in his life, he was often asked on a daily basis.

Edwin was far more interested in comparing Hob’s experiences to what was written down. It was easier for him to answer those questions since it felt like teaching his History classes. The difference here being these boys knew he was almost 700 years old and his students did not.

A lot of the time, Edwin asked questions about the 1900s, around the time he had died. He’d missed out on not only growing up, but he’d been locked away in hell for nearly 100 years. He was curious, and Hob granted him that curiosity.

It was Charles who asked the harder questions.

A lot of the time, those questions had to do with experiences he should have died from but couldn’t. It was…a bit difficult bringing those memories up, but when Hob spoke about the 1600s where he was homeless and was freezing to what should have been death, he saw Charles’ expression change.

He’d given the boy a hug that day.

He’d asked if Hob had ever been in relationships with mortal people, which led Hob on a very strange and embarrassing yet sad path of all his past relationships. Which meant he spoke about his Eleanor and his once small family.

Then, one day, Charles asked about him.

They were in the kitchen; Hob cooking, Charles flipping through a comic, when suddenly Charles asked, “What was your son like?”

The room went deadly silent.

Hob stared at the eggs, not realizing they were burning until the smell hit him and he immediately moved the pan from the burner and turned it off.

“I-I’m sorry, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, no. It’s alright.” He turned to Charles, who looked like a beaten puppy. “I told you both you could ask anything you wanted and I meant it.”

Charles looked hesitant. “Yea…but…”

“It’s fine, Charles.” Hob gave a small, sad, yet reassuring smile before he leaned back against the counter, staring at the ceiling. “What was Robyn like…”

He looked back at Charles, who stared at him with big brown eyes, his face concerned and worried. Memories of Robyn flashed in his head, the face of a young boy who just wanted to make everyone happy and safe.

Hob reached a hand out, placing it on Charles’ head. “Actually…he was a lot like you.”

Charles opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Edwin appearing through the wall. “Charles, we have a case. You can read your cartoon drawings later.”

“They’re comics, Ed. Comics.”

Edwin rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the wall.

Charles moved to follow, but stopped and turned to Hob. “See ya later, Hob.”

“Hopefully not in another week again.”

Charles chuckled. “Hopefully not, but you know Edwin.”

“I know.” Hob smiled. “Just…be safe. As best you both can.”

The ghost boy smiled back. “We will.” And with that, he vanished.

Hob stood there a moment longer, still smiling.

Yes…he was so very much like Robyn…

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Just really had to get this out of my system. I like the idea of Charles and Edwin of doing things that remind Dream and Hob of Robyn and Orpheus.

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[adoresmiles]

His Concealed Obsession

Chapter one.

"I just don't get how you two still have a job when you're both always at my place."

"We just came by to check in on you since the news about your neighbor broke out in the news this morning."

"Oh yeah , I saw it on the news. I feel so bad for her kids. She was always spoke to me whenever we come would come across each other . Invited me over to dinner , go out for lunch and hell she even invited me to spa dates with her and her daughter."

"You talking about Nicole?"

"Yea Jax , the same Nicole you slept with before you married your wife."

"Jaxon Tyree!"

"It was an accident Nani and I don't even know why KP brought it up."

"I hope and pray that my nephew doesn't turn out like you as he gets older."

"With all the amazing women in his life , he's going to come out a thousand times better than me."

"Anyways you need to be careful Kanani, your neighbor who was a well known attorney was murder inside of her."

"Maybe you should come and stay with one of until KP and them get everything done. Cause I be damn if my baby sister gets murdered next."

"I understand you are worried about my safety but if mom and dad haven't said anything about it yet to me then you guys shouldn't either. I'm safe here and I have an alarm system and cameras inside of my apartment."

"Now you know damn well them cameras and alarm systems ain't going to save your short ass."

"You need a guard dog and damn gun. I keep telling you to go ahead and get a gun and take classes on how to use it properly."

"Nope , I refuse to get a gun. You know how I feel about them ever since that damn party."

"Kanani you're killing us right now right now."

"I know and I'm sorry. Look how many who have guns out here and they don't even use it properly?! You have kids going to school shooting their teachers , grown ass adults who went to school coming back for revenge, young black men taking each other out."

"Hate to say this, but it's this shit happens everyday and everywhere Nani."

"Yes but also if we stop giving the wrong people guns and do a fucking throughly background check then it wouldn't be problem. Lock your guns away from your children. It's more  gun violence out there than love and I just refuse to be apart of it."

Kanani stated to her two older brothers as she walked around her kitchen counter to get herself a glass of juice.

"Think about it from our perspective. What if you were in that situation? Would you have fought back ? Call the police ?"

"Calling the police and locking them inside the closet. The closet doors lock from the outside and plus in order to even get inside you need my finger print and the code to get inside the door."

"Not saying I'm on her side here but trying to break down these doors are heavy as hell."

"It sounds like to me you're on little KP side right now. I don't suppose to say this but this per- hold on ... hello? Wassup uncle Mike?"

"While detective KP over there chatting away. Let's talk about where you are going to be staying."

"I'm not leaving my house because of some killer is on the loose. If I feel like I am in great danger then I'll show up on either yours or KP door step."

"You're going to give me gray hairs before Jordan even turns eighteen."

"That sounds like a personal problem Jaxon. Why are you trying to control something that you're not able to control yourself?"

"Because you're my baby sister Nani. If anything were to hap- if someone were to hurt you , I'll gladly sit behind bars for killing them. That goes for KP too! I'm yall older brother and it's my job to make sure that you both are good at all times. Yeah KP a detective and all but that don't matter to me."

"Jaxon I appreciate you and I know you're concerned about my safety but you have to trust me. If I feel as if my life is in jeopardy then you'll be the first one to know. Plea-"

"Aye Jax we got to go , uncle Mike and uncle Marcus need some help with this case. I can drop you off back the fire station or you good?"

"I'm good , Nani can drop me off back at the station."

"Nope , sorry can't do it. I have to go get ready before my friend comes over for our lunch date."

"Damn it's like that?"

"Sure is , now can you guys go so I can go get ready? I need at least two hours to mentally prepare myself."

"We didn't even finish our conversation."

"I'm staying home and that's final. Please don't forget that one of you has to pick up mom and dad from the airport tomorrow afternoon."

"Well I can't do it since this is my weekend it work."

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm the one who dropped them off and plus I have back to back meetings for my store grand opening."

"Oh yeah I forgot , yeah I'll pick them up tomorrow then. I'll have Jordan tag along with me to keep me entertained on the way there."

"Aight now, we out! Be safe and don't be out here grown. We locking the door behind us since yo ass wants to walk away without giving hugs and shit."

"And share your location too, love you big head!"

"Love you too, now bye!"

Kanani expressed to them both as she walked down her hallway that lead into her bedroom. She loved her brother's but after dealing with them for long , she needed a mental reset. Their conversation regarding the circumstances of her neighbor was not necessarily needed. Yes , the situation is sad but it doesn't involve her. She could see if she was there and witnessed it but she wasn't.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. A look of confusion displayed on her face as she looked down the hallway of her home. Kanani wasn't expecting anyone until the next couple of hours. So she was confused on who or what could it possibly be . Dropping her unfolded blanket onto the ground , she decided to go and see who it could be.

"This better not be one of these neighbors kids knocking on my dam- oh hey David, what brings you by?

"These are for you señorita Kanani."

"My favorite flowers, they're so beautiful. Do you know who sent them in?"

"Frangipani plumeria. I unfortunately don't but they did leave a note for you. I have to get going , the other set of flowers are placed on your table."

"Thank you David!"

"Anything for you señorita Kanani. It seems like you have a keeper in your hands."

"That it does , hopefully this note tells me who it is."

"Have a good day."

"....hmmm who the hell sent me two sets of frangipani flowers. Dile si al cielo dime si a mi. Well that is cute of them to put my favorite song on there. Seems like this person really paid attention to me."

Kanani smiled once again as she smelled the freshly picked flowers. Frangipani flowers were simply her favorite since they reminded her of Hawai'i , where she was originally born. Now cheesing ear to ear Kanani quickly arranged the flowers to her liking before rushing off to prepare for her day.

"Today is going to be a really good ass day for me."

Translation

"dile si al cielo dime si a mi" : say yes to heaven say yes to me

[kamimarroco]

A story where Ren suddenly starts chatting with you because he apparently cares about you staying up late at night. Not reviewed, may undergo corrections in the future.

Words: 1100+

“are you still awake?”

The vibration of your phone and the appearance of a notification startled you, almost making you drop the device. You looked closely at the top left corner of the screen and saw the time.

It is currently 2:35 in the morning.

People at this time are usually sleeping, and those who aren't are probably sorting out work issues or are insomniacs.

You didn't fit into either of them, since your irregularity was due to the fact that you were too stubborn.

A shame, really.

You didn't stand on ceremony and immediately clicked on the notification, being taken to the chat with an unknown person.

Well, not really an unknown person... Looking more carefully, your sleepy mind managed to rationalize and recognize who you were talking to.

Oh, it's Ren.

“yea but dw, i'll go to sleep soon”

You immediately saw him start writing after receiving your message.

“are you sure? that doesn't sound honest to me. you've been online a lot lately”

How long exactly has he been watching you to say that? Sure, it's possible to see when your profile is online because of the app's settings, but it makes you wonder if he's been watching you all this time.

“have you been watching me online?”, you ask without hesitation.

You feel him give a slight chuckle from the other side of the screen.

“haha maybe. but don't get me wrong, you really do spend a lot of time awake at night, and that makes me a lil worried”

You're torn between finding his statement strange or acknowledging your not-so-healthy habit. It's true, you're weird, anyone would find it at least slightly worrying that you spend so much time online in the early hours of the morning.

“and what about you? you are also online right now at this very moment”, you retort back, anxiety consuming you as you wait for his response.

He would be considered a hypocrite for finding your habit troubling if he does the exact same thing.

“i have a very valid reason for that. my routine makes me stay awake at night and sleep in the morning or afternoon”

Now you feel an arrow hitting right in the middle of your heart. Sure, of course he would have a good reason to be awake at this hour.

You are the only odd one out in this situation.

“i'm sorry about that, i felt defensive about my habit being called out”, you apologized, worried that your words had come across as rude to him.

“that's alright. it's 2:42 am, no hard feelings”

You felt relieved that he didn't resent your words, despite knowing that they did not convey the same intonation as in real life.

you're thinking too much (or too little), your emotions are starting to eat you up.

“but i still think you should sleep”, he sent a second message.

You felt like a child being scolded by your father, being called out for your unhealthy behavior. You felt your cheeks flush and shame enter your system.

“i already told you, i'll sleep soon”, even if he doesn't notice, you felt like a sullen child trying to explain yourself.

“wheeen?”

“by the holy of god Ren, i'm not some kind of child”, you felt the need to say his nickname (name?) for the first time, trying to emphasize your slight irritation.

This time it took him a while to answer you, seeming to process the fact that you called him by his name. You felt judged in some way for this, thinking that maybe you weren't close enough to call him that.

when did you get so soft? is it sleep that's making you think too much?

Just as you were about to text him an apology, he interrupted you.

“i know that, i just worry about you”, his message warmed your heart in a way you couldn't imagine.

That's… sweet of him. Worrying about you even though you two are just strangers on the internet who bump into each other every now and then.

Are you falling in love?

“i appreciate ur concern, but i know what i'm doing”

No, you don't.

He sent you a picture of a fox with one eyebrow raised, appearing to doubt your certainty.

That brought out a genuine laugh you didn't know you were holding back.

you're leaving yourself vulnerable around him.

“aaaw what a cutie fox!! <3”, you said, referring to the image received.

“it really is! do you like foxes?”

“yea i like them! they are cute and fluffy and i honestly feel like hugging them”

For a while, Ren seemed to forget the fact that you were awake and kept talking to you about random, unrelated topics. Neither of them really had any connection with the other, but one thing led to another.

You noticed how easy it is to talk to him. He has a fluid oratory and is always making associations with other things he knows.

You found yourself incredibly interested and captivated in the conversation you suddenly began having with this stranger.

is this a red flag? shouldn't you be more concerned about a sudden approach?

When you looked at the time on your phone, you realized it was already 3:56 am, almost four in the morning.

Jesus, did you really spend that much time talking to him?

Feeling the tiredness consume you completely, you (finally) felt it was time to let your body have some much-needed rest.

“hey i know we're still talking, but it's almost four in the morning…”, you began delicately, not wanting to give him the wrong idea that you didn't want to talk anymore.

why are you so concerned about what he thinks, in the first place?

“i don't want to let our conversation end here, so i thought we could continue it another time”

Nonono, stop this, you're falling into his trap

“i'm sorry about this, my body is really screaming for sleep”

You idiot.

Ren analyzed your messages a bit before giving a proper response.

“awe that's alright! i really wanted u to sleep in the first place, and i feel kind of guilty that i did a bad job xd”

“keeping u awake and everything”

You felt guilty for him feeling guilty because it wasn't his fault in the first place! You were the idiot who decided to stay up at night, so the damage was already done.

“nonono u didn't! i was the dumb one for staying awake until now”

“i really enjoyed our conversation tbh”

You sent it and already felt your eyelashes getting heavy.

“hehe me too! i look forward to our next conversations”

“but now u really need to sleep, so pls don't stay up too long <3”

Silly little guy. He really gets you, doesn't he?

You felt happy that you had at least met someone during your time awake at night.

[blue-sadie]

The Ones I Don't Remember

Moon System x Wife Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 1 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waiting is more tiring then being together, what changed was it you or him?

Warning: car crash

Yn/3rd person pov

I huffed lightly as I played with the cold food on my plate, I was waiting for him but I knew it was a lost cause my eyes lazily moved over the clean apartment that I cleaned and decorated for this very special occasion.

I'd be lucky to even get a 'looks good' from one of them, I sighed dropping my fork onto the plate running my hands over my face "I'm so tired" I whispered the feeling of hurt crowding my heart again I let my hands fall to my sides as I got up rolling my shoulders to rid of the stress.

I picked up the two full plates of food putting them into his microwave and grabbing a few containers to put away the left overs, my phone buzzed with a notification but I ignored it putting the leftovers into the fridge, it buzzed a few more times before it turned into my ring tone echoing through the apartment.

I closed my eyes taking a deep breath before picking it up "hel-" I spoke but got interrupted by his rigid breathing "come pick me up" he muttered I already know who was talking.

"Marc w-" he didn't let me finish my sentence before hanging up another notification was him sending me his location "unbelievable" I let out a forced laugh as I rolled my eyes.

I grabbed my keys and coat taking my time to get to my car, he made me wait so I'm making him wait, I sighed getting into the car putting the key in with a click the radio started to play softly as I turned the car on, the soft tones slightly calming me down.

I pulled out the parking of his building only glancing at my phone for directions "on our fucking anniversary" I spat my knuckles turning white as I gripped the steering wheel.

It was 30 minutes to get to Marc's location it was in the outskirts of the city, it was a dimly lit road only surrounded by a few abandoned buildings I couldn't see anything in till I squinted looking carefully I saw the wreckage of about 6 cars the puddles of blood but no bodies.

"What the fuck" I muttered bringing the car into a holt "what have you done" I whispered unbuckling my seat belt and climbed out looking at the damage that has been down.

"Finally" I jumped as he landed infront of me his suit overed in blood and his mask was off his face littered in splats of blood and tiny cuts "what the fuck happened" I muttered gesturing to the mess.

"That's none of your concern" he grumbled as he rounded the car to get to the other side "kinda is when your covered in blood" I muttered my anger slowly raising as we climbed  into the car.

"Its not mine so it shouldn't matter" he sighed using one of his hands to run a hand over his face leaning on the car door his eyes staring dead ahead.

I bit the inside of my cheek holding back on my anger "but why tonight" I asked my voice bearly louder then a whisper he huffed turning his head towards me his eyes glaring holes in the side of my head.

"Yea like I can tell a God to wait till tomorrow" he muttered, my heart pinged with pain 'but you used to do that' I thought back to the good times before everything turned to shit.

The date nights he planned, to him showing up at my work with 2 dozen roses and my favorite coffee or when he forgot a date the lengths he went through to make it up to me what changed?

I glanced at him my eyes filled with hurt "what happened to us" I murmured my voice slightly wavering he dropped his head growling in annoyance "let's not talk about this yn" he didn't even use my nickname anymore.

My eyes glazed over with tears as I bit my lip "we have to talk about it sometime" he groaned as I spoke again I could see him clench his fists tightly "we could work this o-".

"Just stop ok" I tensed as he raised his voice at me "there's nothing to fix because it can't be ok" he seethed with anger a silent cry rippled through my body and I turned my head away so he couldn't see my tears but that's when I saw it.

"Marc" I murmured but he didn't answer "marc" I said making him shout again "wha-" but he couldn't finish a car had rammed into us hard making us swerve into the barrier "fuck" I cried out in pain as the indent squished my leg and my head collided with the door.

Marc's eyes stared at me with concern and pain of his own but he didn't speak "Marc d-dont leave me" I cried as he got out "no" he yelled and another impact made the car flip over the barrier.

I screamed out as the car rolled only stopping with it came into contact with a tree landing upside down I cried out more as the metal dug into my leg my blood running dripping onto the roof beside my head.

I looked around trying to look for something to help me pry me out but there was nothing "marc" I yelled but started coughing soon after my lungs felt like they were collapsing.

My eyes started becoming hazy and my mind foggy I must have lost alot of blood I reached out my hand to grab a hold of the metal that was impaling my leg, I screamed out as I slowly pulled it out of my leg with my remaining strength.

"Fuck" I yelled the pain and blood only increasing "yn" I heard marc called and his thundering footsteps fast approaching "yn" his voice was filled with panic as he came to a stop at my door.

He pulled open the door his breath hitching as he saw my state he carefully kneeled down beside me pushing his arms underneath me, I cried out in pain as he lifted me up.

I heard him speak but the words were muffled "t-tired" I whimpered my eyes becoming more heavier with each passing second, the only good thing was the pain was slowly subsided my eyes slowly fluttered shut.

"Stay with me stay with me don't you dare close your eyes"

[cultofdixon]

Perfectly “Fine”

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder • Even in the apocalypse you know how to handle things in a way that keep you steady. But now the Saviors War has come to an end…and something ain’t what it used to be • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Panic Attacks / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Think you can handle being with Dixon in the Sanctuary?”

“Are you asking…because it’s Daryl I’m going to be with? Or because it’s the Sanctuary”

“Mostly cuz it’s the Sanctuary. The people that suffered Negan’s wrath deserve kindness, but we also need people we trust to take out those who still believe in Negan’s ways.” Rick finishes his explanation to notice Y/N’s restless leg and the way her contoured to concern. “Y/N. If anythin’ happens. You can always radio us. Or talk to him”

It’s hard to be in a relationship

——But it wouldn’t stop me

Y/N sighs rising to her feet as she makes her way to her truck they had loaded up for the trip to the Sanctuary. Rick frowns watching her open the bed to it and double checking everything they are taking over while Daryl gives her a confused look from the side of it.

“Okay. We’re set”

“I know” Daryl states watching her face fall on her way out of the bed before closing it. Did that strike a nerve? He suddenly frowns already not liking the idea of living at the Sanctuary, but more specifically her living there as well.

Y/N followed Daryl who took lead on his bike as she couldn’t stop thinking of every possibility that could happen in the Sanctuary.

Someone could instantly kill us

——It’s fine. We took their weapons away

A root could break out

——People have straighten out since the end of the war

We should take away any chemicals that could poison us

——Don’t think any of these people know where they are

The tapping on the stick shift stopped when Y/N reached the Sanctuary. She sighs feeling a bit of relief but it didn’t take long for her anxiety to kick back in when some of the residents stepped out of the building.

“Let’s keep it organized alright? Or no stealin’ from the truck. Cuz we’ll know” Daryl states taking lead on getting everything off Y/N’s truck.

It took a few hours for either of them to settle into the Sanctuary and Daryl was surprised when Y/N offered that they’d share a room together to keep an eye on each other’s back until the dust settles.

This is purely non-romantic

——It could be

Y/N found a room that had a bed and a futon. Strange what people wanted in the end of the world. Or what people wanted in the sick twisted system that the Saviors followed. Overall just. Weird. She felt weird and uncomfortable everywhere she was in the place and couldn’t drop everything to go back to Alexandria to find her security back. Have to work on it. Finding a new security.

“The hell yea doin’?” Daryl questions Y/N who was making her bed on the futon receiving a puzzled look from her. “I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed”

“No I’m already…Uh.” Y/N frowns crossing her arms, her right index finger tapping her left elbow a couple times. 7 times to be exact. Before sighing and grabbing the thick blanket from the bed and tossing it over the futon. “Fine. But we’re switching every other week”

“I can work with that” the archer sighs once he sat on the couch watching Y/N crawl onto the bed curling up in herself as much as possible hugging her knees to her chest. “Rick is kind of a dick for having us do this”

“He has his reasons…” Her frown seemed to be more permanent since they’ve been there and his heart broke at the sight of it. “Do you think we’ll be safe here?”

“I don’t know”

“Oh…”

“But I promise I’ll keep yea safe” Daryl makes that promise as he watches her features relax and the frown subside.

I don’t want to be here

——But he’s here.

The Sanctuary needed a lot of work and Y/N took initiative on organizing the pantry and gun locker that had very little compared to from before. You know the reason. Daryl was helping some of the men fix the front doors that were broken do to the truck crashing into the building. They had already took care of the walkers that infested the building and cleaned up but now it was simply making it another community.

After a few hours Daryl went to check on Y/N finding her still in the pantry. To be exact it’s been three hours and Y/N had already put everything new in the pantry while keeping everything precise. Daryl couldn’t have seen anything more organized except for when the old world was still running and it used to be a person’s job to restock shelves keeping tabs on everything in stock. Pretty much saying he feels like he’s in a closet sized supermarket.

“You chart everythin’?”

“Yes. Everything is accounted—“

“Sorry I need to grab something real quick” One of the residents came running in grabbing a can of food which lead to him knocking over a couple.

“Seriously?!” Daryl yells when the guy ran off after grabbing such. “Should write—-“ he didn’t have to tell her what to do as she already realigned everything and write down the inventory number before putting the notebook away in her pack. “You’re always on top of everything”

Just bring it up. He might not like you anymore.

——Everyone else knows. He should know.

“I guess. Uh. Are we working on how to get farming going on here next or…?”

“Or. I gotta do my usual sweep. You can plan out somethin’ if yea want, I can…meet yea outside?”

Y/N nods giving him a small smile as she walks past him out of the pantry to go do such while he watches her walk away. Something is off about her… his worry made him think too much about everything she’s doing even if it seemed normal.

But it wasn’t.

Her compulsions were in the more “normal” category. Organizing over and over again. The odd number tapping patterns. The bad switched with the good with her thinking. This place made them kick into overdrive, anywhere else kept it more dormant but she felt like she was caving in in an unpredictable environment.

Rick made a mistake.

——He knows best.

Daryl thinks I’m a freak.

——He never confirmed or deny that.

I’m at my fucking limit.

——We are. Fine.

Right?

“How’s Y/N holding up in that place?” Carol questions the archer as he took Y/N’s truck to grab some of the trade from the Kingdom to help them get started with farming. “It’s a new environment”

“She’s been there before. What’s new about it?”

Carol gave him a questioning look as she thought the most observant person she knows who know by now. “It’s just a question, Daryl. How is she?”

“Fine. I think” Daryl shoves the last crate into the bed before closing the trunk. “She doesn’t talk to me if anything were to bother her”

“She internalizes just like you, Daryl” Carol states and hopefully that was enough for him to check in on her. But she should really explain to Daryl what else could be going on. “You mind if I join yea back there?”

“Don’t yea have a kid and a boyfriend?”

“Seriously?—-Yes but they’d understand if I’m gone for a few days”

“Then tell’em and I’ll be waiting.” Daryl scoffs even more confused as he gets into the car moving the things Y/N had in the passenger seat out of the way only to get a hit nosey.

This girl and her writing… Daryl had always thought Y/N was a writer of some sorts as she always had a journal in hand. Hell, when the prison fell it was the one thing she came out with and thank god he stayed a moment for her to stick with him and Beth at the time. She’s always had it with her. Never thought to ask about it. Then right now an opportunity to look in it has risen.

[Entry 54]

Today was stressful. Everything fell out of order…Carol is missing, Maggie is at the Hilltop, Daryl was taken by Negan, Rick is lost in his own mind again like back at the prison when we lost Lori, and there’s more to it. But the more I think about everything wrong, the more I want to take myself out of it. I can’t keep everything together anymore. Glenn is dead. Abraham is dead. More are going to die. He could die. Fuck I can’t. He can’t die. I don’t want him to die. It should’ve been me. It should always be me

[Entry 11]

This place is nice. We definitely do not fit in a farm house. At least Carl is fine. He’s fine. He’ll live to live in this goddamn hell again. I don’t understand how people lived as long as they have. But we’ll make this work right?

[Entry 12]

That didn’t last long.

Daryl should’ve stopped by now but he continued to read her entries and they were very…dark. He didn’t know that she’s been feeling a certain way since the quarry and it was almost always after something bad has occurred. The events have triggered her. He thought all of these entries were bad and he really wanted to stop reading, ditch Carol, and check on Y/N who he mistakenly left alone in a shithole. His anxiety only grew when he read something that brought warmth in his chest and his body to relax for a second.

It wasn’t an entry. It was a list. She likes her lists…

D.D.

He’s smarter than he looks

His tracking technique is impressive

He cares so much

The way this man gives so much for everybody else

He always brings enough for everyone

His subtle smile is perfect

He’s been through so much

He makes me feel safe

“Daryl”

The archer quickly looks up from the notebook, closing it and starting the car once Carol buckled herself in.

“You were reading her journal?”

“You know about it? What’s in it?”

“I know what could be in it. Doesn’t mean I know exactly what’s in it”

“Then explain”

“Explain what?”

“What could be in it”

“Daryl, Y/N has OCD. It’s not life threatening unless it gets bad. She writes everything down to calm herself.” Carol swiped the notebook from the archer’s grasp. “Why did you read it when you clearly didn’t know?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean? I just thought she was…quirky?” Daryl sighs only to hear Carol scoff to the comment. “What!”

“People with mental illness still have to fight in the goddamn apocalypse. “Quirky” is offensive to some because it down plays what’s really going on”

“You know a lot”

“Daryl. You have PTSD. So do I. We have our coping mechanisms. Who do you think respects them the most?”

Her.

________

Y/N suddenly jolts awake from the futon hearing the screaming as she shot forward turning toward the sound that came from Daryl’s sleeping form. She rises from the futon and brought herself in the bed with him watching him shake in his sleep.

Daryl suddenly felt his body relax and the shaking stop as he curls up a bit in her embrace.

When the archer woke the next morning he found himself with Y/N in the bed with him. Instead of her holding him they migrated to where it was him holding her. He stayed in that position for a little while longer

________

Once the truck was parked, Carol stopped Daryl from getting out as the two look forward finding Y/N sitting on the edge of the loading dock. She heard the truck but didn’t think much of it, he was coming back that’s all she really put to thought as she looks up at the night sky.

“I’ll take care of unloading. You give that back to her” Carol handed the notebook to Daryl as he stepped out shortly after.

Her smile was the first thing he noticed as he draws closer to her, especially when it started to fade when he lifted the notebook to her line of sight handing it to her.

“Oh”

“It was in your truck when I borrowed it”

“…did you…uhm” Y/N frowns gripping the notebook in her hands tapping the back of it rapidly in another rhythmic motion. Daryl suddenly took her hands gently into his after putting the notebook to her side. Her anxiety in the moment lessen but was still there waiting for his words.

“I was worried about yea” Daryl frowns feeling her squeeze. “The longer we were here the more you didn’t wanna talk. Hell neither did I but I knew what I was feelin’…just wanted to know what you were feelin’.”

“I just…didn’t want you to think I was weird”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because OCD has always been seen like that…by everybody else. In the old world it didn’t help that movies would associate it with serial killers. Same with bipolar or schizophrenia.” Y/N frowns gripping onto him tighter as she felt the air leave her lungs trying not to over think about it but she felt like she was losing. Her anxiety caught her when Daryl pulled his hands away but before she could think of every negative thing, he brought her hands to his shoulders before bringing his forehead against hers.

“Gotta breathe for me, doll.” Daryl knew she was starting to have an anxiety attack, he wishes he could do his own research on OCD and know more so he could be more prepared. He’ll learn. He’ll learn for her, from her. All he could do right now is have her latch onto him as he helped her steady her breathing without focusing on it too much to trigger herself more.

While the archer was taking care of her, Carol kept a respectable distance from them just in case. But she never had to worry. He would understand eventually.

Months have passed and the Sanctuary was turning for the better. They had managed to get crops going where the saviors used to grave the walker graveyard, turned it into a garden for their main crop being corn that would help with gas and sustenance. The pantry has the same system as the one in Alexandria where one person would come through to do inventory and make a list for a future run. The empty cells were turned into rooms and some the doors were removed but were still used for privacy areas. It may still look very factory like but at least it wasn’t like a prison anymore.

Daryl stood outside of his old cell surprised they even changed this place for the better. His old cell being one of many solo spots to relax. A lantern, a chair or rocking chair—whatever they could find, and a small table. They looked like singular study rooms in colleges and that was the idea Y/N was going with when she thought of it.

“Hey, you ready?”

A smile was quick to form on his lips when he heard her voice. Y/N smiles warmly to the archer when he brought his arm around her shoulders kissing her forehead.

“You?”

“Mhm. I have what I need” She smiles up at the archer as he captured her lips with his. “Come on. While we still have light out”

There’s always something calming about motorcycle rides while the sun is slowly fading from the sky. Watching the sky go from bright blue to hues of orange and purple before inevitably fading to black like the end of a movie.

The difference is the sky lights up at night showing the stars that shine bright enough to get lost in her beautiful E/C eyes.

Daryl hasn’t stopped smiling since they left and when they returned it remained, unlike the other days of going to such a heavy place. But knowing that she’s safe and calm in his presence…

Everything is perfectly fine.

[lonelinessinthemirrordimension]

You’re my best friend

Hobie Brown • They/Them Pronouns • Just a couple of besties in the spider society giving mentors a hard time while also making the best of the time they get together. Even when shit hits the fan • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Some tragic backstories mentioned / Minor Injuries / Miguel being Miguel

For @cabinofcontentment

“The big angry panther really wants me on this anomaly?” Hobie scoffs walking beside Jessica on their way to the briefing room.

“Yes and I thought you would be a little more excited for this one”

“Now why is that?” The punk tilts his head a bit curious, but was met with annoyance from one of his mentors.

“Hobie. You don’t read the anomaly reports before these meetings do you?” Jessica asks watching that devilish smile of his emerge. “Alright. Well you’ll enjoy your partner on this one, they have not shut up about their excitement”

“Now I’m curious on who it—-“

“Hobie!” The familiar voice was music to his ears watching the figure run out of the darkness in Miguel’s office into the light revealing Y/F/N Y/L/N.

The spider person of Earth-838. A universe that is prepared for most problems that may or may not arise. So why have a Spiderman in this universe? Well shit still happens at a level that doesn’t concern the Illuminati. Leaving it to Y/N to take care of where they reside in the West Coast.

Hobie has always admired them since they’ve joined spider society around the same time he did. They were a chaotic little spitfire with their dark silver suit with sea-foam accents on their arms and legs. Then the outlier of the deep red spider sprawled on their back. They were one of the few organic spider people, he grew to know and that arachnid gracing their shoulders is a part of the organic webbing and improved vision. If you think about Spiderman from Earth-199999 and his suit’s self defense system “Kill mode”, that’s what they have. Except it’s infused to their spine and comes out whenever they need it. Never for killing though. That’s a bit extreme don’t you think?

But Y/N wasn’t in their suit for that meeting. They had been called for a briefing in the middle of one of their self care days.

“Are you exciting for this anomaly? We are helping Spider-cat in his universe!”

“Oh I didn’t—-“

“Yeah I figured. I’ll catch yea up enough so Miguel doesn’t have a tantrum” Y/N smiles about to inform Hobie but they couldn’t help but notice the laugh they got out of Jessica. “Oh Ben owes me ten bucks” they smile even more when Jessica playful glared at them to the whispered comment while Hobie chuckles to himself.

Hobie was informed enough by Y/N’s standards when they reached Miguel’s floating pad. He instantly knew the man would be in a mood and a clear give away was the eight legs sprouting out of Y/N’s back launching them off the ground high enough to avoid the computer panel Miguel had thrown their direction.

“Aye. We don’t need an in work injury now do we?” Hobie scoffs as Y/N hops back down from the ceiling feeling Jessica’s hand rest on their shoulder once their tense expression subsided.

“You are late. Y/N could’ve taken care of it by now”

“Right. Well. Are you going to speak or continue to have a fit?”

“Just. Y/N get suited and you two head the fuck out already. If you need backup, Jess is on call” Miguel sighs turning away from them to return to his personal anomaly search.

The three headed out of the room not even after five minutes of being in there. Guess Miguel wanted his frustration taken out on someone almost in a literal physical sense. Hobie watches Y/N stretch their back slightly once the legs retracted, noticing how they pierced through what seemed to be a new jacket.

“You heard Miguel. You need backup, I’m there” Jess reminds the two before going to check up on her new mentees.

“He seemed a bit miffed this mornin’” Hobie comments on his behavior while following Y/N to one of the locker rooms so that they can get suited up given he was already.

“I heard a rumor that he found more information about the 42 anomaly. Before you and Jess came, he was talking about it with me…then got pissed and tossed his cup of coffee at me that time”

“…Alright?” The concern in his voice shot right through them as they instantly grabbed his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m okay” Y/N smiles before pushing him back playfully, entering the locker room to get suited up.

Entering Spider-cat’s universe was exciting for Y/N given they were curious if it was all cats or only animals. Like the movie zootopia, something they watched from someone else’s universe, except not humanoid. It was the first one. All cats.

“You can’t take one home” Hobie spoiled their seeded plan knowing Y/N was pouting behind their mask. “Let’s find Peter before—-“

Suddenly a cat tree that was made into a building barreled its way toward Hobie and Y/N, Hobie quickly taking his guitar and strumming loud enough to rapture the building while Y/N had quickly moved the cats out of the way of the fallen debris.

“WHY AM I IN A PLACE FULL OF FUCKING FELINES?!” A Doc Ock anomaly was their target as his tentacles grabbed building after building and tossing them all over the place while Spider-cat quickly webbed them up to avoid any of them hitting other cats.

“Isn’t the story of Spider-cat a bit gruesome?”

“Different spider-cat. There’s 3 from what I understand. But one isn’t actually a spider person.” Y/N informs as they started to make their way to help Spider-cat take care of the Doc Ock with Hobie following shortly behind.

As Doc Ock continued to toss the buildings toward now 3 spider people, Y/N did their best to latch their web onto them and quickly swing them back toward the villain as Hobie started to grab cat after cat directing them carefully away from the commotion even if it meant tossing a few into a big web he made.

“This guy torturing cats!” Y/N groans as their legs formed from their back to help them move quickly against the building.

Spider-cat let out an angered hiss toward Hobie indicating he’s the one torturing the cats because again, he was tossing them into a web to avoid them getting hurt by the anomaly.

“Sorry, fella. I’ll take care of it when we’re done”

“More so I will. Since I know how to get rid of the webbing faster than most spider people” Y/N quickly comments as they launch themselves toward Doc Ock with an extreme force courtesy of their spider legs from their back.

But as they were retracting themselves back into place, Doc’s tentacle suddenly grabbed some of their legs forcing it out of Y/N before throwing them into a nearby building.

“Y/N!” Hobie yells as he quickly picked up the pace in his step taking his guitar and knocking the doc off his feet noticing the webbing latched onto his ankles.

Soon the doc was dragged through his own mess and lifted off the ground, both Hobie and Spider-cat watching Y/N had gotten themselves out of the rubble tugging on the anomaly throwing the doc over them and harshly into the ground. Enough to knock the villain out. When the two came over and Spidercat took care of tying the villain up, Hobie noticed Y/N shaking a bit.

“Hey—Y/N, are you alright, mate?” Hobie tried to get them to respond but given when he tried to lay a comforting hand, they retracted. “Alright. Alright…Come on my feline friend. Let’s clean up this rubbish”

While the two took care of such, Y/N took the trap Miguel invented to secure Doc Ock and have him transported back to the spider society watching him disappear before going through the rubble making sure no one left anything. But also picking up two of their legs that the villain managed to actually rip out of their back.

“Lyla?”

“Yes Y/N?” The small hologram appeared by their head and instantly took note of the situation. “You should be seen at spider society immediately. Has this happened before?” She asks watching them shake their head as she didn’t wait to call in Jess to help Hobie and spider-cat clean up.

Hobie never liked this part of the job, cleaning up in a sense was simply taking care of whatever the anomaly may have left. Having to leave the destruction of the universe to the locals. But after doing his part and taking in a few locals’ attention by giving them pets, Hobie watched a portal open revealing Jess.

“Oy!” Hobie calls out to gain her attention as she let Lyla do a quick scan of the area. “Why are you here?”

“Lyla sent Y/N back. Did you not see what happen?” Jess questions Hobie who was just as confused as she was, hoping that he’d give her some answers.

Next thing the two knew, Spider-cat trotted his way over and meowed into his watch which lead to the scene being played out for them. Hobie’s normally neutral expression went to anxiety watching Doc Ock grab Y/N by their spider legs and tearing two off when tossing them.

“Fucking hell…”

“Shit. Lyla do a scan of the scene for…yeah. Then we’ll call it—-“ Jess turns to watch Hobie leave through a portal making her sigh. “I can’t be mad at him”

“Everything is cleaned up. All Spider-cat’s deal now”

“Alright. I gotta go check on my kid” Jess refers to anyone she mentors as her kids, Y/N being one of them.

Entering spider society, Hobie looked around for his partner not finding them in any of the places he’d think they would be. Even went to the infirmary and couldn’t find them there. Next thing he knew, a hand through a portal grabbed the back of his guitar strap pulling him through and into the universe with Earth-838.

“Why did you go to the society first?” Jessica caught him off guard as most injuries would get reported.

“Thought they’d be there”

“Their injuries were too much for our docs to handle so they went to the Illuminati of their universe to get checked out.”

“How do you—-“

“Do you not use any of the utilities at the society?”

The punk instantly gave her a deadpan look to her question as Jessica couldn’t believe she even asked that.

Y/N’s universe knew about the multiverse and took care of anomalies in their own way. But given their connection with spider society with the help of their own spider, the worry was very small for incursions.

The two walked through the Illuminati building and was met with Dr. Palmer and her infectious smile.

“They’re alright. The arachnid in their spine is similar to a few species that are able to regenerate their legs. So they’ll be back in a few weeks” Palmer shows an x-ray of their back to Jess while Hobie decided to slip past them. “But it will be painful and best if they don’t be on call for a while”

“I agree. We have enough capable individuals to cover for their time. What did you do with—“

“Y/N buried them. We aren’t going to question it, even if Richards wants to desperately.” Palmer laughs leading Jess to the main laboratory watching Richards getting his hands smacked away from Hobie as he was sat beside Y/N who was trying to hide in the rafters. “Reed. Cmon. Give them a break”

“I wanted to check the hematoma before they returned home. But this one is being rather annoying” Reed sighs only to be smacked in the head by a boot. “Excuse me!”

“Hobie!” Jess exclaims as both Hobie and Y/N pretend like nothing had happened. “Are you serious?!”

“What? He was botherin’ my favorite person. Just doing everybody a favor”

“By throwing your shoe at Mr. Richards?!”

“Who says it was my shoe?” Hobie flipped himself to hang upside down from the beam they were sitting on as Y/N did the same thing mimicking him before slipping slightly. They were on pain killers from the pain and it wasn’t a good idea to do their spider shenanigans. But when they fell, Hobie quickly webbed them and carefully setting them on the floor.

“Okay hun, how about let’s not get any more injuries and get you home” Jess laughs helping them up and removing the webs off them.

The two took care of getting Y/N home and Jess left Hobie alone with them for just a moment knowing he can’t stay in their universe for too long. Because of Miguel’s rules. But she wasn’t going to rat him out, she has a soft side for the both of them.

“Alright?” Hobie gently nudged their shoulder as they were sitting on the balcony of Y/N’s apartment overlooking the beach.

“Mhm. You…uhm. Gonna spend the night? I know it’s not your thing”

Hobie scoffs in a playful manner wrapping his arm carefully around their shoulders.

“You’re my best friend, dear” He smiles watching their eyes light up to what he’s to say next. “How could I say no to yea?”

[popcornforone]

Rise

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fiction

Well Frankie… sometimes a need just needs a scratch & you were it… so happy Frankie Friday everyone. This is just me getting something out of my system.

Synopsis:- You wake up early & hear a noise… he couldn’t be home could he?

Word count: 2500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Pure smut hardly any plot. PIV sex, oral, swearing, cream pie, spitting, chocking, talk of masturbation, rough passionate longing sex, home intruder theme to start, description that might go too far. Yes I was feral I needed an outlet okay?!

Thank as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

As your 6am alarm goes off you whine, your phone buzzing away & you turn over & try & hit the snooze button.

“10 more minutes” you mumble before burying your head back into your pillow. So soft & warm. You pull the bed sheet up a little because it had slipped while you had slept. Your bare back feeling a little chilled as you’d obviously turned in the night. The temptation in your half sleep to slip your hands between your thighs & have a touch. Usually your morning shower gives you the time you need to self pleasure but every now & then an early wake up might require even more moments.

But then your ears prick up. There’s a buzzing coming from the bathroom. Did you leave the extractor fan on over night? That’s what the noise is. You must have done so you burry your head back into the pillow to get a few more minutes sleep. As your legs stretch you do realise the air is slightly damn. No way you think. You didn’t leave a tap on over night. You’re now concerned & you pay a little more attention to the room in a half haze. Eyes adjusting, not wanting to put a light in incase it’s a burglar or something even worse. There’s always a small baseball bat under your side of your bed, for protection. You slowly lean down & grab the handle, as you glimpse at the door. there is a light on & a small moving shadow. Someone or something is in your bathroom. You make sure your breasts are covered & you bring the baseball bat up to the side of the bed, ready to confront who has broken into your apartment & is in the bathroom.

The door flys open & the room bursts into the bright light of the bathroom & fills with the steam from the room flooding your senses. You squint & make sure a hand is on the bat. But then your hand lowers the bat & you sit there open mouthed, eyes popping out of your skull at the sight in front of you.

Today was the 8th.

You’d completely forgotten, it had been so long.

He’d obviously came home from his mission extremely late & had leapt in the shower so not to wake you in bed at 5am. All the sweat & muck from travelling back washed away & gone. He’s not even wearing his hat. That luscious thick mop of hair has been rubbed maybe twice by a towel which is probably more than his body. Yes he has come out of a steam filled hot small bathroom, but there is a lot of hot water on him. His hairy chest glistening. Those broad shoulders calling out for you. Lips that need a kiss. A beard that needs to graze your skin. Powerful thighs ready to keep you in place. The only issue is how he is holding his towel. He’s not wrapped it around him. He is litrally holding it in place to cover his penis. It’s white & crisp the towel. You can see in the reflection of the mirror his Glorious arse & you can see his tip too as he standing legs slightly apart. Yea your man is that big.

“Frankie!?”

“Morning beautiful” he says. A grin on his face, as he sees you look him up & down, knowing you’re admiring everything. He knows he looks good.

“You… you…you’re back!” You stumble through your words, trying to hold back at the fact that you want him to rail you right now.

“Yep, didn’t get back to base til 3am, sorry if I woke you baby, but I needed to see your face before you leave for work, 42 days has seemed like a life time”

“I’d do the hours minutes & seconds but my brain isn’t computing as I’m still half asleep”you giggle & stretch. The baseball bat is in your hands as you do this, so you can show frankie how prepared you were to take someone on, but he’s not paying attention to that. The bed sheet has just dropped down your body. Your erect nipples are on show & he licks his lips expectantly. His own hand loses grip on his towel & it falls to the floor. You eyes now widen at his penis. Long, meaty, veiny, starting to get excited. A small amount of saliver drips down your chin. You grip the bat as if it was his shaft. “I’m awake now”

“Fuck yeah baby” his hand ruffles through his hair, water still falling from it. He takes a few steps & drags the bed sheet off. His eyes dark at the sight that lays before him. “Rise & shine sexy, time for a morning wake up”

He is big & powerful. He has to be for work but he has you quivering beneath him in seconds. Those tree trunk thigh, still damp from the shower touch your own. You toss the baseball bat on the floor as you pull him down on top of you, hands straight into that thick hair, which he tussels abit again. The water dripping onto your hot body, almost sizzling as it lands.

“I missed you frankie”

“Not as much as I missed you” he licks his big flat thumb, a long slow lick. He smirks as he then takes it, trails it down his body inbetween you both, over your tummy & pelvis. It makes contact with your clit at the exact same second his lips find yours.

You don’t know what it would feel like to kiss a rose, but his lips feel soft & look redder than usual, he’s nipping around the edge of your mouth too. It’s more lots of little kisses, which are the same amount of movements as his thumb pleasuring you. He’s addicted to your moans. He asked you before this mission to leave him some voice notes. He’s got off you to going oooh baby every night for the last 42 days. Now he gets to hear it in person. You missed his touch, his skin, his kisses, his teasing & now you’re about to get all of him.

“Oooh baby”his eyes light up as you say that your hand gripping the bedding already.

“So pent up” he says as he slowly parts your legs. “Did you touch yourslef baby? While I was away?” You nod & go hmm & the gasp as his erect penis slides across your clit. Your hand thats not holding onto the bed squeezes his arse & he moans. “My little Princess couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t me was it”

“No…”

“No what” he says as he withdraws the feeling of his penis on your clit.

“No my sexy catfish”

“Oooh baby, this will make up for those pathetic…. Oooooh nights”

“Jesus ooooh fuck”

“Oooh god”

You’re talking over each other. Frankies been away longer before, but this morning at 6:15am the stretch of him filling your cunt up has you both concerned your gonna cum instantly. He stalls on his second thrust as you both talk & moan over each other. When it’s one of you this feral it’s easy to control but when it’s both of you there’s not much hope.

“Frankie oooh Frankie” he then kisses you & pushes all the way in. Loud moans come from the kiss from you both, even though your mouths are tied together. Oooh that talented tongue, you know that will make you scream in another way later. His eyes flicker open & make eye contact & he slowly pulls back from the kiss but leaves his penis buried inside you, & by inside he’s balls deep, any further & he’d be in your ribs. Youre filled.

“Sorry baby, I don’t want to cum in 11 seconds” he says & slowly starts to rock in & out taking his time.Hes got an arm wrapped underneath you while the others hand is stroking your body, which is very damp from his residue of shower water.

“Make it last Frankie” he stretches & he somehow goes even deeper. You grab fist fulls of his hair & he starts to move more. A slow pace soon becomes delicious.

“Oooh baby girl, you know I will” he’s got the devil in his eyes, a naughty glint as he finds his rhythm knowing he’s not going to coat your walls straight away. “Fuck… missed you, missed this cunt” your head is rolling back. “Come let your hand join in the fun baby.” You don’t need to be asked twice. But as your hand goes to start it’s stroking, he snatches & grabs your hand & sucks all of your dainty fingers. You moan at the sensation of that & the way you’re being satisfied as he fucks into you.

“Frankie”

“Gonna taste all of you sexy” & he then lets some saliva drip onto your fingers before letting your hand go. You are glad it’s your hand now, it’s sopping from Frankies exploits but you know just how to rub your nub to make sure you keep going. Frankies own large hands grip into your hip. His face is already straining.

“Fuck oh god”

“You like that sexy”

“Yes Frankie”

“Gonna cum? Gonna be a little slut & show me how much you missed me?” He’s brought up the word slut. The way he always says that word is so deep & always arouses you. Your friction increases your legs opening more. Moans escape you both.

“Oooh I missed the moans”

“Frankie oooh fuck yes yes yesssss” your first orgasm hits. Your body trembling. Your soul feels like it’s left your body. As your mind explodes frankie quickly withdraws & spins you so your on your front, lying flat on the bed, your own cum dripping onto the sheets.He holds your head in place as he lies almost flat on top of you. You didn’t have time to register that he’d withdrawn or complain. He’s back inside your core, his favourite warm soft spot, furvently thrusting again. Your arms stretch out ahead of you onto the pillow. One of his handslock with yours. Your two & his one gripping onto each other & the bed. You whine & moan into the pillow. You then screech as your arse is slapped.

“Frankie fuck Frankie” you can imagine the site of your pussy so sensitive being almost split open each time with his girth length. He’s so large & his pace is blistering. His weight on top of you as you lay face down makes the experience even more pleasurable but your just happy frankie is not only live, but home. Morning sex is a bonus.

“Oooooh yessss fuck” he cries. It almost feels like he’s in your stomach. He’s so deep & he is wrecking your core. Even for Frankies usual lustful approach to sex, this is more than he has done in a long time.

“Oooooh yes yes yes yes ooooh yes oooooohhhhh” you mumble into the pillow. But your not face down for long. A large hand take you by the neck to lift your head up & you grip the bed even more.

“Didnt hear you sexy” Frankie whines. “Be more vocal wake the town up”

“Frankie” the grip tightens.

“More”

“I want more Frankie” slap against your arse

“Slut”

“Fucker”

“Oooh fuck” he grips your neck even more. Your body is still flat beneath him but if he keeps pushing at this rate you’ll be a pretzel against the headboard. Your body jolts with each thrust. You know the face he’s pulling. Because you know how much your face is probably contorting. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds at your body.

“More Frankie fuck ooooh yes”

“God you’re so tight today” another smack. “Missed you & ooooh fuck fuck yea missed this cunt, missed you moan” he grips tighter & uses his fingers to twist your head by then chin so you can see his own face. There’s is his red sweaty exasperated face, teeth grinding just centemiters away. You pant & look up at him your mouth opening, gasping for any air at all.

“You want some?” Its strained his voice & you nod & Frankie spits in your mouth. The sweet taste of his saliva on your lips. You know he does this if he wants you for more than just what he’s getting. You both have needs but sometimes Frankie’s are heightened. “Good girl” his eyes light up. A frenzied kiss is sealed on your lips before he lets go of your neck & pushes your head into the pillow.

Frankie was already going at a pace but this was having you quiver beyond belief. Screaming his name into the pillow. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake as you lie exhausted into the matress. He’s still pulsing away.

“God oh fuck fuck oooooohhh yessssss baby” he screeches, cumming hard, spraying his seed inside you. Your already drenched core filled to the brim, you know there’s gonna be a little bit of a mess when he withdraws. Your head is free from his hand & you raise it from the pillow, both your body’s shuddering as you get the air back into your lungs. You moan as he removes his penis, but then you quiver. Feeling his nose just below your arse as he licks up the essence dripping from your early morning pleasure. Frankie the king of oral. Oooooos escape your mouth but then stop as he rolls to the left of you.

“Fuck baby” he says looking up at the ceiling, his erection still firm. He takes his hand & starts to stroke. It makes his large hands look small. You slowly roll over & start to cress & kiss his chest before resting your head on it.

“Call in sick?” He does his big brown puppy dog eyes at you. It’s not an ask it’s a request.

“I have a presentation today Frankie I can’t just…” his lips find yours.

“Keep work words out of your mouth baby.” He says once you break”I’m home & I want to make up for lost time”

“My presentation isn’t until 2pm, I can work from home” your use air quotes & smirk at him.

“That’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead. “Save your voice”

“& you think me being with you will save my voice” you roll your eyes. Knowing how vocal you’ve both just been.

“Good point” he laughs.

“I can keep my mouth occupied” you start kissing his chest more.

“Oooh kisses, I have missed them”

“Oooh I was thinking more than kisses Frankie” you’ve reached his happy trail. Your own much smaller hand joining his to encourage his erection.

“Oooh baby”

“Oooh Frankie” it’s not long before your hands are replace by your mouth to make sure you have a taste of this beautiful morning.

[moltengoldveins]

ALRIGHT. I don’t usually do politics on this website but it’s a special occasion and I Know people are struggling. So, with the preface that I’m praying for yall, and praying for the new president (Lord knows he's gonna need it and we’re gonna need him to have it) - Here are the survival rules for the next four years:

None of you are allowed to die or disappear. I have in fact made it illegal. You start slipping, you Tell People. You remind yourself of something to hold onto and you keep doing that.

We Pray Every Day Now. Every Hour. Look, sometimes the ‘all powers and princes of the world are put in their places by the Lord’ means He has allowed us to make our own dumbass decisions. Free will is still a thing so here we are. But what is ALSO true is ‘God works out all things for good’ so until we can see it with our eyeballs, we walk in faith. This will be worked out for good. We have a promise.

We Pay Attention. We don’t watch the Cheeto man give speeches, it will just cause rage bc he doesn’t know how to talk like anything other than a NYC monopoly man. That includes the dang Instagram and Twitter clips, none of that shit is helpful and most of it is out of context. instead we keep track of every reform, every law passed. If regulations are loosened, we stop consuming the product. If pay is cut we stop buying from the company. The thing he cares about more than anything is the economy, your money is a second smaller vote you use every single day to tell his supporters they were right or wrong.

Yea you can take a job he creates or a handout he gives, if there are any. people who voted for him certainly will, and at the end of the day you will not change things by refusing help based on a sense of Justice that will save nobody.

if you suddenly have to wait four years for something you had planned, be that whatever it may be, I’m sorry. That’s frustrating and difficult. I’m sure you’ve heard ‘just wait a little longer’ a thousand times, so I won’t say that. I’ll just say, fill this time so full of good you don’t have room to wallow in the bad. Make a friend, join a club, start a hobby, play an instrument, learn to sing, write a book, learn to code and make a video game. Do something worthwhile, so when you look back on the time, you don’t feel like the years were wasted, because that more than anything will Ruin the way you feel and live in your body and mind.

when you’re talking to family about this who are happy about it, focus on love. Focus on the value of human life, the value of charity and kindness, use language they’re going to understand. Don’t say crap like “he’s a greedy capitalist who’s gonna fund a war-“ say “I’m concerned that he talks a lot about Christian values but doesn’t actually care as much about charity and helping the poor as he does getting richer.”

Read the Bible. I don’t believe it matters if you’re not a Christian, you should still read it, and you should go into it with at least a little willingness to learn. It’s not misogynistic, it’s not racist, it’s not classist, and it’s very VERY anti-the capitalist system we use in America today. YES the church often supports those things today, WE KNOW. We’re fallen people in a fallible system with a cultural upbringing that sometimes conflicts with the Bible while insisting it doesn’t. Understanding the values and beliefs of the people this administration SAYS it supports will be helpful later, when it starts doing things directly against those values and beliefs. And, more important than any political ideology, I want you to read the Bible because it’s true. Whether you believe it or not, you are loved and valued by a God that is so much bigger than anything happening in this nation and nothing will ever compare to that knowledge. Certainly not a president.

(Don’t read the KJV, it’s got more mistranslations than Swiss cheese has holes, I personally like the NIV, but there are plenty of options. Find one translated by a woman. A good litmus test right in the beginning is if the creation story makes Eve sound barely important and a slave to Adam: if it does, you might have a scuffed translation. She’s made completely equal, and the word describing her translated as ‘helper’ is translated ‘warrior’ everywhere else.)

LOVE ONE ANOTHER. Hold onto what really matters, stick up for your disabled and minority friends and peers and don’t let their accommodations slip an inch further than you absolutely have to. Pray for one another if you do, even if none of your friends believe. It’s worth it more now than ever. Do not let despair turn you towards sin and hate and blank apathy, remain strong in the Lord if you’re a Christian and if you aren’t, the advice honestly still applies. Stick up for what is right. Work for what you believe in. Don’t let anger make you stupid or impulsive. Love those around you, even if your first impression leads you to think they don’t deserve it. In the end, this will pass, and you will live on with whoever you were over these four years. You, as you one single person, are more powerful to affect the future than this entire presidential administration, because you will be IN the future, and it will only be a paragraph in a textbook. Live like it, and love like it. I love you all, and I’m praying for you.

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Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C15

When N awoke his hand was laced with someone else’s. He tried to separate his from theirs, but they wouldn’t let go. He tried to move his leg but something had coiled around it. Let! Go! I want to get up!

[System Message Start]

[Open your eyes]

[They are safe]

[You are safe]

[System Message End]

Well, your help. N opened his optics and blushed. V was holding his hand. Their tails had curled around each other’s legs. They both had an arm over Uzi. Well then! I’ll just get up- He still couldn't move, V was subconsciously stopping him. Guess I’ll stay…

N closed the eyes on his visor, yet, kept the 5 on his headband open.

Some time passed, it was peaceful, N loved it. When V awakened she blushed too and quickly pulled away.

“Need me to untie my tail?”

“Perfe—WAIT YOU'RE AWAKE?! FOR HOW LONG?!” N unwrapped his tail from V’s leg, chuckling as his eyes opened.

“Only a minute or two. You wouldn’t let go.” V blushed more.

“Shut up!”

N untied his tail and rolled onto his back.

Uzi then jumps onto his midsection, making him wheeze.

“Uzi!” N said in a concerned yet playful tone.

“Haha! Got you dad!” The two disassembly drones froze.

D-Dad? Di-Did she just call me D-Dad?! That question looped in his head over and over and over. N’s tail started wagging. Hard.

“Did you just call him, Dad?”

“Yea! Cuz he's like one to me!”

That made his heart melt more. It felt like a dagger in his core was twisted. He couldn’t speak so he hugged Uzi tightly.

“Ahh! Ur swishin me!”

“Sorry!” N lossend his hold but was still hugging her. V chuckled.

Under his breath he uttered something only he and he alone needed to hear “I thought you would never call me, dad. Thank you, Uzi.” 

—————

It took some time for the shock to wear off. Uzi consiters me, ME, her dad! HER DAD! AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! N was giddy. He was jumping all over the place, V had to tell him to calm down several times, yet he never could.

They were sitting on the bed, Uzi was playing with a wooden giraffe and elephant. 

“Has she called you mom yet~?”

“Noo-Actually, she might have”

“What!? When!?”

“Two days ago, when J chased me and her.”

“Why did J chase you?”

“She wanted to kill Uzi.” Nonchalantly V said.

“WHAT!?”

“Calm down, I don't think she’s planning on doing it again…”

V turned her attention to Uzi “Hey! Small size! Did you call me mom when J was chasing us?” She yelled.

Uzi yelled back “Yea!”

And that broke V. She was stuttering on what to say next. 

“No fair! Uzi called you mom before she called me dad?” N playful said.

It took V some time before she could respond “I guess so…”

—————

All 3 of them started to draw. 

“So V what are you drawing”

“Lizards, you?”

“I’m drawing some dogs!” N is laying on his side a bit, Uzi is laying across his legs.

“What about you Uzi?”

“My family!” Uzi lifts the paper up, showing a drawing of 3 drones, 2 tall ones and a very small drone in the middle. Above them reads ‘My FmiLEy’ and below the drone is ‘moM    mE    dAd’. “It's not done yet” and Uzi continued to draw.

V looks at the drawing, then at the ground. Sweat was dripping down her visor.

N was flabbergasted. N Couldn’t hold his excitement any longer, he gave a long squeak then pulled Uzi closer to hug her.  

“Th-Thank you, really.” His tail was swaying back and forth. V had to pull N off of Uzi before he broke anything in her with his hug. 

When Uzi finally got to breathe she smiled and said “I’m glad you like it. I worked hard on it!” 

N replied with “like it? I LOVE IT!” His tail swayed faster.

“I’m almost done with it!” Uzi held it back up. The new addition was another drone, under it read ‘ANT’.

V erupted with laughter.

—————

“What are you? A koala?” V questioned Uzi

“What’s that?”Uzi asked. V froze, a loading icon displayed on her visor.

“Do you know what a mouse is?” N asked.

“Yea”

“Like that! But bigger, fluffier, no tail, and clings onto trees!”

“Oh. Then yes!” Uzi proclaimed, She was lying on top of N, and wouldn't get off. She was practically demanding that N have her 24/7, so he obliged.

They were inside the landing pod in the lower level, N laying down on the couch as V sat on some pillows on the floor. They were watching a show on the laptop Uzi's mom gave them. The show that they had playing on it was about a family of blue and orange dogs doing family stuff.

“I’m hungry”

“Well For some strange reason I can’t move… Do you have any idea why?” N teased Uzi

“I’ll get them.” V stood up and walked over to one of the drawers. She pulled one open and grabbed a pack of batteries.

As V was walking back, she opened the bag and ate one of the batteries inside, then she handed it to Uzi.

“Fank Ou!” Uzi was already consuming the snack.

“Hey! Don’t talk with your mouth full!” V teased Uzi.

“I’ll do what I want!” Uzi matched V’s energy.

“Oh no you won’t!” And V pulled on Uzi’s leg, ready to play with her.

“Ahhhhh! Dad! Help!”

“Afraid I can’t squirt” N chuckled.

“AhhHHAHAHA!” V was tickling her.

“V-EHHEHEEHEE! STAHP IT!” Uzi giggled fiercely.

N watched as the two played. V would pretend to sometimes lose her grip, which Uzi would try to escape, But then V would grab her and pull her back.

By the time V stopped Uzi was worn out.

“Was that Sooooo Bad?” V softly punched Uzi, It barely moved her.

“Yes.” Uzi Said dully but with a playful grin.

“Well I’m hungry, oh look batteries!” V grabbed the bag and tossed one in her mouth. She was laying on her side

“Hey! Those are mine!” Uzi tried to grab the bag but V held it up out of her reach.

“Not anymore!~” V said in a sing-song voice.

“N! Catch!” V tossed the bag to N before he could regester what was happening.

“I-Um-” Uzi was climbing onto him, trying to get the batteries. V was sitting up in a cross-legged manor.

“Here!” N tossed the bag back before Uzi could get it. She let out a groan and slipped off the couch and ran to V.

V then grabbed her, sat her down in her lap and gave her the bag. Uzi happily munched on the snack in her new seat.

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Ok so

Light after killing his second victim: Manga: “That wasn’t worth the death penalty, what he did” “But what about the second guy..?” “I was actually doing a service killing him..” “This is what I’ve been thinking all along.” “No wait. IT REALLY NEEDS TO BE CLEANED UP. THIS WORLD IS A ROTTEN MESS.”

See, Light had been thinking about inflicting the death penalty upon criminals for a longgg time.. This is why killing came so easy to him, when he found godlike powers to kill criminals at a distance with…

There isn’t much “coping”. Light was literally mentally prepared ahead of time. In the manga.

Light all along thought that the world needed to be “cleaned up”, and that he sees people the world would be better without.

His only concern in the beginning was, could he emotionally actually carry out, what he was fantasising about the same day. ————————— Light (thought): “Well, it’s only natural. They’re human lives. Of course it isn’t easy.”

Light (thought): “Can I take it? …Maybe not.”

Light(thought): “But come on, I can’t quit. So I lose my peace of mind. So I sacrifice people’s lives…”

Light (thought): “The world needs to be cleaned up. Somebody has to do this!!” —————- So you have an analytic, idealistic, statistical, greater good focused teenager, and are you also confused by his, (what you imply to be “sudden”) shift to magically kill criminals from a distance?  Didn’t you get any clues from his eagerness to “test” the notebook on “people who deserve it”. He’s the judge? Yea, Light believes it

I think you're confusing the timeline a little bit and also buying Light's change in thinking (*because* of the first 2 kills) at its face value. I'll explain my reasoning once more by following manga!Light's thought process from before finding the Death Note, after killing 1 person , after killing a grand total of 2 people which prove that it isn't a coincidence and so on. (also linking this awesome post again).

We can't just ignore pre-Kira!Light's thoughts. Let's go~

Light, before finding the notebook, thinks 'This world is a rotten mess...' Observe closely that his thoughts do NOT go to the direction of 'the rotten people aka criminals are better off dead' OR that 'they ought to die' or whatever. He aspires to become the director of the NPA so that he can bring about a societal change.

Still, he knows that he's not that powerful to make a lasting positive change in this world. He has, afterall, seen his father doing his job for long hours with little result. In other words, Light thinks it all is futile as he's more or less powerless to change the state of the world in a way that matters in the long run. In other words, he is deeply unhappy with the current state of the world.

I'm not knowledgeable about Japan's legal system so take what I say with a grain of salt:

I'm not saying that Light is against the death penalty, just that he isn't that concerned with taking the lives of the criminals (since there's no way he, without the killer notebook, an NPA director in the future (no Kira AU), can enforce the death penalty by himself) before he found the Death Note.

He picks up the notebook -> tries it without thinking it'd actually work

He internally chides himself 'Geez, I'm getting too serious about this...' when he's trying out the Note. Light's an overthinker, that is why he went so far in thinking if he were to hypothetically kill a person- it should be a criminal (that's the result you get from an idealistic, sheltered, a bit naive teenager who hasn't quite matured past his black & white thinking, and whose role model is Soichiro who is strictly against evil).

It's not him trying to Actually kill Otoharada. I would like you to remember that Light is very skilled at rationalizing and manipulating his own thoughts. Which is why we get this, right after Light has gotten over the shock of killing Otoharada:

He's started thinking that it must be a coincidence and is preparing himself to test the Note once again to confirm it.

But just as a safety measure, y'know if the 2nd test does turn out to be awry, he has already begun thinking that maybe he was onto something when he killed Otoharada. Afterall, look at the people around you and you start to wonder that 'all you see are people the world would be better off without.'

This is an extension of the world being rotten thinking. He hasn't yet reached the thinking that 'the rotten people should die.' and that's because Light adapts his thinking according to the situation at hand for maintaining his belief that he's Righteous at all costs.

And who knows? Maybe this time, nobody will die which would mean it's a coincidence and Light isn't a murderer at all so why start thinking that they should die. He's in hypothetical realm and thus he uses the word 'would' NOT 'should'.

The thoughts of Light that you mention come later when he's already fucked up (i.e. killed 2 people and confirmed his worst fears that it wasn't a coincidence).

Light is desperate here. He cannot be evil like those murderers he killed. Remember, Light Yagami cannot make mistakes (in his eyes, at least). Which is why he attempts convincing himself that it wasn't a mistake. It was all deliberate actually.

So! The actual timeline of his thoughts goes as follows:-

'This world is a rotten mess.' (prior to finding the Note) -> 'Start looking around you...and all you see are people the world would be better off without.' (after his 1st kill(? or coincidence? from Light's POV)) -> 'This world is a rotten mess. It really needs to be cleaned up.' (after the terrible realization that he's accidentally murdered 2 people- one of which who didn't deserve the death penalty, strictly speaking.)

Notice how he goes from 'the world being rotten as a whole' (opinion) to 'the world being better off without certain people' (thinking hypothetically) to 'certain people should die' (utmost conviction).

See, Light had been thinking about inflicting the death penalty upon criminals for a longgg time.. This is why killing came so easy to him, when he found godlike powers to kill criminals at a distance with… There isn’t much “coping”. Light was literally mentally prepared ahead of time. In the manga. Light all along thought that the world needed to be “cleaned up”, and that he sees people the world would be better without.

I agree with you that Light is certainly not anti-death penalty haha

But no killing doesn't come as naturally as you might think to Light- he loses sleep due to nightmares, loses weight, the guilt being heavy on him. Also to this, I call the defendant himself to the stand (jk jk)

Yotsuba!Light in the privacy of his own mind, thinks: 'What if, hypothetically, I had the power to kill using only a person's face and name...would I use the power to punish criminals? Certainly the world would be better without certain people. But I don't think I would go so far as to become a murderer myself to improve the world.'

If killing was that natural to Light, you'd think he'd admit it to himself (at least) the fact, no?

Going back to the previous point, Light did not think the world needed to be “cleaned up” in the beginning of the story. He just thinks the world is rotten. He makes revision/alterations in his thought process to reach the final state of thinking that certain people ought to die & he needs to clean up the world. These modifications in his thought process are done to hold the belief that he's righteous, whatever it takes.

So you have an analytic, idealistic, statistical, greater good focused teenager, and are you also confused by his, (what you imply to be “sudden”) shift to magically kill criminals from a distance?  Didn’t you get any clues from his eagerness to “test” the notebook on “people who deserve it”. He’s the judge? Yea, Light believes it

It was sudden imo. Imagine all the things you believed in, including that you're a morally good person, are suddenly uprooted from your life just because you tried out a 'prank' and it comes horribly true. He wasn't eager to 'test' the notebook. He was bored + curious and did not think that this harmless prank would lead to anything worthwhile.

I admit that Light initially choosing someone who's okay to kill (namely, Otoharada) is sketchy as hell. But I also believe that he'd have grown past this mentality, that criminals are all evil and deserve to die, had he not found the notebook. He becomes the judge coz otherwise he'd be forced to admit that he made a terrible mistake.

That's all there it is to it. Light did NOT believe the Note would work. And he was wrong -> so he tries to make it better by thinking 'you know what? I was right! This is what I've been thinking all along.' like this is inconsistent with what Light initially thought. Just because Light's convinced himself of this lie, doesn't mean we have to too.

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Hello, I have so many questions for this au and this one portrays the aftermath can't be more accurate. 

To the usual cases of some people who get involved in huge news and constantly judged by society along with victim blaming , dichotomy, etc . 

Judging by the views of people whether they are involved with Darius’s dirty business or not , would Cody be facing difficulties in bringing light to his uncle’s crimes that brought up trouble to other people working in O’Neil Tech and other related companies ?

Would Dark Turtles face discrimination due to the fact they are underage kids who shatter their former employer’s illusion of glory along with under the guise of the CEO position , causing the downfall of  “one of the greatest people in society ” or probably the fact that they are clones that consist of DNA of both vertebrate and one of the most invasive alien species among the galaxy (not sure if the newspapers have posted or anyone knows it ) and causing numerous concerns on this one due to the hazardous case on Moonbase before .  

As well as the President’s temporary custody of them, what measurements would they take if they are planing to engage in activities like traveling ? Is it not as strict as in NNYC where people has fully aware of or remains the same ? Also here’s a specific question, since Cody’s age has almost reached to mature level and concerning that Dark Turtles’ maturity level has great contrasts on both physiology and mentality .

Even though if some of the cloned subjects have mature mentality but they do not have sufficient experience due to psychic link of other people’s experiences instead of their own . 

How long would they be considered as “mature” as an adult? Like over 18 or 21 in growing age or gaining enough experience ?

What are your views on the differences between growth of genetic cloning and normal growth ?

🌙 We’ll see a little bit of this a few more chapters ahead (because we do wanna dig into O’Neil Tech a little) but yes, Cody does indeed struggle somewhat with taking over, having played part in Dunn’s downfall. He was already viewed as a boy genius though and it was always kind of expected that he’d inherit the company eventually, so a lotta people are just like, “yea okay.”

🐢 The Dark Turtles do face more backlash, partly because they were seen just like y’know. Doing crimes! So people are already somewhat inclined to dislike them. And playing part in Dunn’s trial probably makes some people think that maybe the Darks are just doing it to get out of their own punishments. Being as big and hulking as they are, AND being easy to anger, they often get seen more as henchmen and less as the manipulated children they are.

The fact that they’re Kanabo clones is a scandal in and of itself too, especially since this revelation came shortly after Stockman’s assassination attempt and the consequent forgiveness of it — it seems that the topic of cloning bodies and ethics and laws of it is becoming popular now! It serves to dehumanize the turtles at times, something that Cody is quick to try and reassure them about, with mixed results.

(Also Dunn was really not “one of the greatest” in any way. Guy was one CEO -of a company he inherited, by the way, it’s not like he was a founder or anything either- on one planet in a massive alliance made up of multiple solar systems. Let’s not overestimate his influence and accomplishments.)

🌙 Honestly right now the kids aren’t planning to travel anywhere. When they go out, they are followed by an EPF special unit bodyguard, and mostly they just like to go to the mall, now that they somewhat understand how it works. Blue occasionally ventures out for plants or plant related stuff, and Cody is slowly organizing his things at O’Neil Tech :) But like, yea, they just sort of wander around. The world is big and not everyone is always paying attention to the news, so the odds of them getting recognized are, I’d say, 50/50. The bodyguard might actually draw the most attention, unless it’s Hambone, who’s short enough to not get noticed right away next to four giant turtles.

🐢 Honestly, the age thing is sort of up in the air rn. Generally, right now, the Dark Turtles are legally classified as minors both on account of how long they’ve actually been alive and on account of how little experience they have with the world around them. How old are they supposed to be? When will they be considered adults? Should it be based on the Splintersons? Should it be based on how long Kanabos live for? Should someone make a legal definition specifically for clones? Many questions, few clear answers. But worry not, they will be asking them, too. After all, they know so little about themselves, the poor kids. The blank spaces will start mattering eventually.

Long story short: All great questions! We will get to them! :)

— Trauma

PS: Personally, my take is that if you grow a clone to be physically a certain age, it’s always gonna fuck them up, and I’d compare it to someone growing up as a very sheltered child. You might be able to survive in a certain very specific environment (Purple can drive the Terrorpin, all of them can fight), but there will be huge gaps in your knowledge, especially regarding social interaction and norms (“we all have genders.”—“We do?”) (“so is no one else gonna use ‘PresiDad’?”) and stuff typically taught in schools (Purple is the only one who can read and spell correctly with no trouble).

Additionally, with the turtles so freshly made, they don’t know very much about their own bodies! Think of all the things that you know about your own body and it’s functions and malfunctions — you know that puberty comes with a lot of gross changes, you know that a headache might mean you’re dehydrated, you know that a stomachache might mean food poisoning, you know if you’re tired you need to sleep and if you’re overwhelmed by a crowded room you need space and quiet.

The Darks don’t really know… ANY of that. Purple might, and they might all wager a guess or two, but it’s all guesswork. That is the biggest trouble with their origins — they were never meant to be alive. They were just meant to be weapons.